Roph and Bombyx

The Sandpiper is a cargo freighting-focused starship. Considered small in the realm of cargo ships, it's good for fuel efficient FTL travel but does have the issue of not being considered for the bulk orders that huge colonies demand. This leads to a focus on transporting people that pay for the voyage, or the 80-100 ton capacity specialty (specialty as in, prototype tech, medicine, weapons, raw rare materials) delivery orders. Space combat is avoided at all costs by this particular ship and its crew due to the fact it lacks any ship-to-ship purposed weaponry, it will thus stay in civilized space when the crew has the choice. The Sandpiper also houses the rooms any seasoned spacer would expect: a hangar bay with included forklifts, a medbay, a pilot's cabin, a dining room and kitchen, an engine room, and personal quarters whose guest room variants are smaller. It's a thoroughly customized and well maintained vessel, visible rust or flaking paints are not something one would see when aboard the Sandpiper due to the care of its captain, Roph. He puts a surprising amount of budget into making sure the ship is in a good condition, and that its pilot, Bombyx, is comfortable.

Roph, the 29 year old captain of the Sandpiper, is a business-oriented moth-person at his core. But he does like to kick back and relax when there's a good excuse for it, during things like idle time that comes with long-distance FTL travel, or waiting for a job-related contact at an outpost, space station, or colony. An expert at conflict resolution and haggling, Roph is among the smoothest of smooth-talkers in a very balanced way that doesn't involve being a pushover or too domineering. He can't resist a good jab, joke, or snide comment at times however, and these are all more likely to happen if he's talking with friends and crewmates where money or being hired isn't at stake. Egoistic behavior still isn't something that Roph would ever indulge in however, he's more than open to making a joke about himself, his ship, or sardonically criticizing his own methods. Basically, everyone including himself is a valid target for being verbally fired at. He is especially likely to call out his own eating habits for being as gluttonous as they are, as Roph didn't reach the roughly 350 pound weight he is at through careful management of the quantities of what goes into his mouth. As for what said food tends to be, he adores the average earthborne dinners meant for serving four or more mouths, if you could call it American "home-cooking," then it ends up on Roph's favorites list eventually. On the other hand, prepackaged rations, meals, and oven-baked frozen foods are sure to make him raise an eyebrow. Roph can put up with it all and even enjoy the cheaper side of eating, but he won't holler about it the same way he would over lasagna for example. He's willing to put the effort into cooking, just like he is with any other manner of work that shows its face when living aboard the Sandpiper, so his presence naturally means hearty meals, and stuffed bellies. Roph would even go as far as saying that there's a thrill to it all, as he isn't a stranger to the nature of a weight gain-interested fat fetish in the slightest. There's a tug of war going on within him, as someone aboard the Sandpiper needs to be willing to unload goods when a job demands it, or make sure travelers are okay. Roph has settled on a compromise for the most part, he refuses the idea of himself going beyond 400 pounds, but is gung ho about allowing others to fill out with added weight. Despite the allure and pull of his own kink, Roph can often resist getting distracted by the idea of another feeding session or good fuck, or at least, he can until he sees a particularly fat man or woman really inviting attention with that look on their face or right horny set of words.

Roph, body-wise, stands at five feet and eleven inches of height. He weighs roughly 350 pounds on average and said amount of weight shows as he makes his way around, that rounded belly of his hangs halfway over his crotch, daring to subtly swing or flop up and down if he moves too fast. Those love handles of his would also fit nicely in the grasp of a needy hand, and they wrap around the girth of his torso making a roll of backfat visible to anyone behind him. And while he has quite the ass on him, Roph isn't at a chair threatening level of weight or width in his lower body. He could probably get travels off the ship done without drawing too much attention, as he's just "fat" and not "SUPER fat." As the rest of Roph's body would imply, the chest fat he possesses is eye-catching but not absurd, his moobs wouldn't overflow out of someone's hands for example. This lack of ludicrous mass doesn't prevent them from being a mild annoyance at times however, as a quick trip down a set of stairs or a sprint will surely have them bounce. Roph's arms and legs are thick with extra padding that makes them visibly round and squishy to the touch, but this level of size is no big hindrance to his usual tasks even if his thighs are thick enough to make his walk a waddle. Everything already mentioned, basically all of his body, is covered in short, light beige fuzz. And his big eyes are pitch-black. Roph also has a pair of fuzzy, brown antennae on top of his head and a ring of fuzz around his neck, these are the expected features of the average moth-person. When picking clothes, Roph often goes with an olive drab jumpsuit and a pair of black work boots, he likes these duller colors which is why the Sandpiper's interior's color scheme follows a brownish-grey theme.

Now for the 27 year old pilot of the Sandpiper! Bombyx is very much unlike his shipmate, and his personality often clashes with Roph's. If it was up to Bombyx, neither him or Roph would work, and their lives would be comprised of pure, hedonistic debauchery. Unfortunately for Bombyx, this mindset doesn't mesh well with the realities of living in space aboard a cargo freighter. But he's made relative peace with the fact that moving things or people from A to B is what fuels his livelihood, especially when the Sandpiper's autopilot module is so advanced that he rarely if ever needs to pilot the ship manually. In Bombyx's opinion, the less steps that something needs to function, the better. He applies this to the way he relaxes, how he eats, and how he "works." For example, he's a nerd in the worst possible way and adores watching anime series of questionable quality in his quarters, manga requires too much effort according to him. This same focus on ease applies to his dietary habits, as Bombyx is likely to eat literally anything salty that comes his way, he tends to not care what it is, it just needs to have a zing to it that doesn't have him complain about blandness. Bombyx also has a way of speaking that's different than Roph's, he talks in a laid-back way that shows no real rush to get anything work-related done, with an overreliance on words like "bro," and "man." In more ways than one, Bombyx is aware of how hard he's coasting in life, relying on Roph's hard work to keep him housed, fed and entertained. One couldn't get Bombyx to express a great amount of sorrow or regret over this however, because he knows how close he is to Roph, and how much Roph loves him in return. Despite the mutual love and physical attraction these two moth-people share, they continue to refuse to call each other "boyfriends," because truth be told, Bombyx is too consistently horny for his own good. Bisexual just as Roph is, Bombyx struggles to not flaunt himself like he's the hottest thing in the room, even if he's simultaneously likely to be the fattest thing in the room. He's a feedee and nymphomaniac at heart, and won't ever hesitate to talk about how fat he's gotten in the past week, month, or year. Letting others go uncredited isn't in the cards for Bombyx either, he'll go on about how other crew members, or Roph, have been so good to him. So even if one could accurately call him lazy, nerdy, horny, and smug... calling him completely ungrateful would be an outright lie. He also has his fair share of favorite show off methods, those being lifting and dropping his own mountain of a gut, or clapping/shaking his rear that, proportionally, could put the Sandpiper's rear to shame.

Bombyx as a moth-person is, to put it bluntly, FUCKING GIGANTIC. He demands a significant amount of horizontal space wherever he goes on the Sandpiper or elsewhere because he's in the realm of 950+ pounds as of the last time he checked. Below a stupidly fat, often grinning like it knows better than you face, encircled by a double chin thicker than the huge candy bars he likes so much, is a body that goes beyond the simple "blimp" label. Bombyx treads into outright blob territory with the scale of his obesity, but perhaps "tread" would be the wrong word, it'd be more accurate to say... awkwardly, painstakingly, waddled into blob territory. There's a reason why the pilot's seat of the Sandpiper, the bed in Bombyx's quarters, and a few dining room chairs are sized for what looks like two or three people to use at once. Bombyx is just that damned massive in his lower body, and if he dares to turn too quickly in a tight space with another person, they may very well get the wind knocked out of them when those wrecking balls that he calls his ass cheeks swing in an arc. At this level of wobbly, jiggly size, Bombyx's hindquarters are not to be messed with as it's likely that him falling on someone could genuinely hurt. It doesn't prevent Roph from teasing him with this part of Bombyx's body as a target however, Roph has repeatedly demonstrated its size to others in the past by putting items on its vast spread of upper-side horizontal mass, there's that much of an ass shelf going on here with Bombyx. This butt of his isn't alone in thickness either, his thighs below it are stupidly thick and practically inseparable, forcing him into what Roph likes to call the "galaxy's slowest waddle" whenever he wants to move somewhere. Bombyx's calves are similarly thick and a deep crevice separates them from his thighs, the same feature can be spotted between his forearms and biceps due to the overwhelming amount of blubber competing for space. Even Bombyx's hands and feet are fat! The simple act of grabbing has been mildly distorted because his fingers have received their fair share of pudge, leading to Bombyx's modern-day distaste for devices that require precision, he "fat-fingers" buttons in the most literal sense. Thankfully, eating has not been affected, or he'd be ready to make his first ever complaint about being so ridiculously obese. His front side is no less round or massive, his belly being a gargantuan mass that's just a couple centimeters off of grazing his feet as he stands in place, it hangs that low and sticks out that far. And his moobs? They might draw a gasp out of those unprepared to see them as he has enough cleavage to lose a phone inside of, and enough chest lard to play a board game on top of. He's also a different color than Roph, being mainly grey in fuzz color. He shares the same black eyes and brown antennae being a moth-person just like Roph is. Lastly, he often wears a desaturated green or blue jumpsuit, and usually opts to not wear boots or shoes at all, given that his feet are so pudgy that getting them on is a royal pain in the ass. Bombyx will still wear white socks however.