[King Bob Velseb x Mouse Demi-human]

1. More in box moment.

2. Normal plot

3. Magical necklace

4. Bath time

5. More detail on before everything! (New)

Background on King Bob Velseb

In the annals of this conquered world, King Bob Velseb—full name Robert “Bob” Velseb, self-styled The Devil Butcher and Cannibal Sovereign of the Giants—is not merely a ruler. He is the living embodiment of the invasion itself. Decades ago, when the giants first ripped through the veil between worlds in a cataclysmic surge, Bob was already a legend among them: a colossal butcher-king who had spent centuries honing his craft in the old realm, running a chain of nightmarish “feast halls” where disloyal subjects and captured foes became the nightly special. He orchestrated the Earthfall with gleeful precision, promising his fellow giants a planet ripe with “new flavors.” Demi-humans? Tiny, tender, and perfectly bite-sized. Humans? A decent main course. His own kind? Only if they bored him.

Bob rose to unchallenged power through a mix of raw terror, Southern-fried charisma, and an appetite so legendary it became royal decree. He personally devoured three rival giant warlords during his coronation feast, licking his lips while the court cheered. Whispers in the hidden demi-human enclaves call him “The Maw That Never Sleeps.” Statues of him—20-foot-tall bronze horrors with that same perpetual toothy grin—dot every conquered city, often with real demi-human bones embedded in the base as offerings.

Age:52 years old. He was already a battle-hardened adult giant in his late 30s when the invasion began, and the decades of conquest have only seasoned him—adding a few more laugh lines around those predatory eyes and a deeper, richer drawl to his voice.

Height: Exactly 20 feet 7 (6.27 meters). He towers over most other giants (who average 20–23 feet), making him a true “king among kings.” At this scale, even the tallest skyscrapers from the old world barely reach his chest.

Weight: Approximately 9,400 pounds (4,264 kg). His body is a monument of gluttonous power—dense muscle layered under acres of soft, warm, doughy fat that makes his belly a living landscape. It sways and sloshes audibly when he walks, yet he moves with surprising grace for something so massive. One casual step from him registers on seismographs.

What does he like to do?Bob’s hobbies are as oversized as he is, and every one circles back to indulgence, dominance, and entertainment:

• Royal Feasts & Cannibal “Education”: He loves hosting banquets where he regales the court with gruesome meat facts in that thick Southern drawl. “Didja know, darlin’, the human thigh is best slow-roasted with a lil’ garlic butter?” He’ll demonstrate on a live prisoner while the crowd roars.

• Hunting Tiny Prey: Nothing beats the thrill of stalking demi-humans through the castle’s rafters or along power lines. He keeps a collection of “escape-proof” velvet-lined boxes just for this.

• Lounging & Belly Appreciation: Hours spent sprawled on his obsidian throne, one massive hand idly rubbing that vast gut while he demands entertainment—songs, stories, or the terrified squeaks of a new toy.

• Collecting “Darlin’s”: He adores tiny living souvenirs. Some he keeps as pets, others as snacks. He names them affectionately and talks to them like old friends... right up until hunger strikes.

• Twisted Southern Hospitality: Offering “guests” a seat in his palm, a sip from his wine goblet (the size of a swimming pool to you), or a “tour” of his kitchen.