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“It’ll be a piece of cake, you said. ‘Fun’ you said.”
We’d been running from the magicked-up desserts for what felt like an hour. Every time one scored a hit, we got fatter. Heavier. Harder to move and breathe and dodge.
“I never said anything about fun. Profitable, yes. Fun? Nope.” Shanraya huffed, formerly skintight leathers and cape now more a bathing suit and bib around her bloated form. The sorceress had not exactly been known for her grace even when smaller, and now her corpulent form was struggling to swat pieces of pie and pastries from the air.
“Well fuck, and this ain’t exactly a piece of cake either.” I shot a whole blueberry pie out of the sky with a well-timed arrow, the bowstring dragging across my puffed-up arm as I did, just barely missing my fatter tits. It was only luck that they’d been so small before and now, even pumped with blubber, my figure tended to spread bottom-up. It was only luck we hadn’t yet found the cursed Sorceress of Sugar the bounty spoke of too. But she was here, that much was painfully obvious.
“No, I believe that’s a whole one.” She smirked, sending a fireball at it, which went wide, and the cake splattered over my frontage. I yelped, and then went wider. My pants exploded, belt pinging off to who knew where, and even my boobs surged forward to finally impede my drawstring.
Shit.
“Dammit. Thought you had that!” I turned to glare at her, and a whole-ass bakery of pastries came up from the ground and swallowed her whole. Fuck. They can DO that?
“Shan!” I cried, and began to dig with my now useless bowstave, trying not to get too much on me. I could hear her in there, murmuring some spell, something big and powerful and flashy, I hoped.
When I finally dug a peephole through, I found her on hands and knees, burst out of her clothes and eating her way through the wall opposite. What I’d took for chanting in some runic language turned out to be moans of pleasure, as with every bite her belly sagged lower, her hips spread, and those achingly full tits ballooned.
“Shan, please, I’ve got a hole dug but you need to help me!” She ignored me.
I pushed through, ignoring the way my hips bloated and my belly puffed out to sizes I hadn’t known elves could reach. I finally reached her with a breathless gasp, sinking to my knees in front of her and-
Her eyes were full of dancing sweets, her cheeks bulging with pastry, and her mind… clearly it was gone.
“Rell… you’ve got to try this. It’sh sho gooooddd.” She moaned through a mouthful, and then burped right in my face.
I could smell it, taste it, practically breathe it in like air even as the suffocatingly sweet scent of pastry filled my lungs. I coughed, the bowstave forgotten, as the scent washed over me.
Give in. It said. Forget your svelte heritage.
Taste, and your eyes will be opened. Your figure...completed.
Ruined. This damned bitch had ruined my figure. Shan’s too, but she was too far gone now. I had to leave.
A fat hand closed around my arm, another holding a massive pastry-brick dripping with honey. “Just one bite, c’mon Rell…
It’ll be fun.”
Her voice was heavy, laden with blubber as her chins deepened, belly now so huge it was lifting her off the ground. Still she ate. Still she offered. She sounded so sincere, and that gut really was so massive, so soft-looking. No featherbed could compare.
I took a bite, and found a world of sugary sweetness and lard awaited me.