oughhhhh, fattening gas my beloved... immense blobmountain blasting farts potent enough to suffuse an entire city, thick fog billowing through the streets. anyone who breathes the new air in feels themselves sinking into their own warm flab, beached on their blubbery gut in moments with tons and tons of lard continuing to melt onto their frame... apartment-filling ass starting to rumble with farts of their own to intensify the layer of fattening fog

reinhart's lands are fine, actually! his courtiers are very loyal to him (because they tend to be into his whirlwind of hedonism and gluttony almost as much as he is), and they're largely good at their jobs, resolving issues as they're brought up. the biggest issue is that his subjects are sometimes afraid to come to him with problems because of his reputation as cursed, and his courtiers usually stick close to his castle, so their fingers can fall off the pulse of what's happening on occasion

often. he toys with his courtiers at will, and he loves to have some padding under his wobbling throne of assflab... plus, a favorite game of his is to have a squirming courtier stuffed into his navel, start feasting, and see how long it takes for them to get buried so deep in his thickening blubber there's no trace of them visible from the outside

one of my favorite godblob things. once they get to a cosmic level of size, it's hard for them to interact with people in interesting ways, so avatars solve that perfectly, plus global godblob worship is dshfdshfhdsfhds. spreading hedonism through their mere presence in a universe, societies rearranging to both supply a continent-spanning godblob with constant food + worship and let everyone glut themselves into a worshipful stupor

mmm, maybe... i can see him as a business blob, but reinhart is more about indulgence on a personal, intimate level than on a wide scale. he's the type to invite someone to one of his luxurious dinners, letting them watch in awe at the level of gluttony one being can possess and planting seeds of corruption in their minds at the realization. his hedonistic corruption is reserved exclusively for those he's specifically interested in or close to

among the other nobles, reinhart is a distant embarrassment to their way of life, out of sight and out of mind. someone to send letters back and forth with about necessary politics and gossip about at parties. among his lands, reinhart is a bit of an absentee lord; he gets his subordinates to handle duties, so most people never see him and end up fearful of their cursed lord. the few who do make their way into his castle tend to love him, usually ending up with crushes and thoughts of his gargantuan, jiggling bulk pressed close to them... along with a much-increased waistline from feasting with him

i actually think the original fae who cursed him sticks close by! they're very interested in how their curse is turning out; it was originally just an idle practical joke, but it's turned into something much more entertaining. they like to slip in, glamoured as a member of his staff that everyone vaguely recognizes but no one knows well, and personally feed him, reinforcing their magic... i doubt they'd let their masterpiece go "cured" for long

oughhhh. doughy ass planted in a doorway, blob uncontrollably feasting themselves fatter on one side of it with no hope of getting out until they break the walls, comparatively tiny friend on the other side trying to push all that blubberbutt through while just ending up sinking into the flab...

awesome!! particularly belchkissing with a blob kissing a more normal-sized person and turning them into a straining blimp bigger than them... blubbermountain holding you so close to them you can feel their body heat, erupting with belch after thundering belch into you, bloating you huger than you could comprehend before this very moment