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From left to right, top to bottom: Geanne Da’la, Azurhi Muhn, Agartha La’Sheen, Timpani Blackcrest, Marie Walcott, Dusque Luhnna, Roxie, Wawami Wami
Well out of the intense desert heat, eight heroes sat around a broad table laden with fine foods. It was not merely regional fare, but a sampling of the most choice imports from around Eorzea. Ul’dah’s merchants catered to all manner of tastes, culinary very much included. The smell of fragrant perfumes with an undertone of inoffensive sweat hung around the table as the hefty adventuresses enjoyed their fare.
“Look at all this,” Dusque Luhnna exclaimed, her black-furred, feline ears twitching in surprise. “I didn’t think we’d get such a royal treatment here, even with Azurhi bankrolling this whole thing.” Fond of dressing in revealing gothic clothing, Dusque’s gently U-shaped hanging tummy jiggled as she rammed a fist into her plump love handle. The straps of her garterbelts squished powerfully against the jiggly thighs of her bell-shaped figure.
“Dig in, everyone!” Azurhi Muhn grinned and grabbed a roast waterfowl leg off the table, biting into its honey glazed, crackling plumpness with eager gusto. The blue-haired, blue-furred Miquo’te’s cheeks bulged before she released a small, soft groan of pleasure. Months upon months of similar banquets had swollen the miquote’s figure into a well-balanced, wide plushness that she was careful to dress in a flatteringly sized robe and skirt. Her stocky, fat-ringed arms wobbled as she brought more meat to her lips.
“It’s appreciated,” Wawami Wami said in a steady voice, her breath already tinged with Ul’dahn spiced spirits. She heaped a plate of pasta with seafood onto her plate and began to dig in. The lalafell’s body was rounded and well-fatted with a significant gut that rested in her lap, enhanced by thousands of tap ales spiked with hard liquor. The once-petite archer tilted her scarred, cherubic face back and let out a withering “-OURRPH!-” that projected far louder than her diminutive frame suggested. Her good eye blinked a few times. “Phew. This is a rare treat.”
“Sit, eat,” Geanne Da’la cooed to Dusque, guiding the Miquo’te down next to her. The towering, black-blue haired Viera studied her lover appreciatively before cutting both of them a generous hunk of artisan bread drenched in garlic oil and cheese. The pair ate heartily. As Geanne chewed, her tense shoulders gradually began to relax and lower, prompting an approving nod from Dusque. The Viera’s tendency to relax around food had combined with her healing romance with Dusque to add hundreds of pounds to her body, giving her a substantial, busty, off-hourglass shaped figure with a bottom that overflowed her padded chair. Squeezing her non-patched eye shut, she reveled in the sensory bliss and freedom from the harshness of adventuring.
“Does anyone need anything more to drink?” Asked Marie, taking off her goggles and hat and pressing her gloved hands together. As she leaned forward to study the group, her sizable hips and bottom smacked against the back of her chair, causing its seat to buck upwards and slap her broad, slightly sweat-damped buttocks. “Oh!” she gasped, jumping and sending a quake through her body that traveled all the way up her voluptuous thighs and belly to her chest and arms. “Maybe I’m already getting into my cups…” Rolls of cellulite-dense fat bloomed over the gap between her tall boots and thigh straps. Hints of pale white stretch marks escaped out of her outfit just as well.
Agartha La’Sheen smiled gently. “Please sit and eat with the rest of us, Marie.” She had doffed her dark knight armor, her underclothes letting an enormous apron belly spill out over her legs and press against the table. She picked up a bowl of cheese and potato stew and gulped it back, enjoying the rich flavor of bacon infused in the meal. Letting out a pleased belch, she set it down and leaned forward to grab a few more dishes, her gut absolutely surging against the table and blooming over the top of its surface. Her shorts crackled and tore just a bit more, stressing the already overworn, overtaxed fabric into more spiderweb tears. “It feels good to let my hair down, so to speak.” The dark knight scratched the back of her short, spiky head of purple hair.
“Mmpm-mpph!” Roxie exclaimed, the Au Ra grinning as she chewed back a fluffy hunk of shellfish and meat-infused three cheese buttered bread. The fledgling adventurer bore the signs of early weight gain just like Dusque, her curvy body thickened and substantially plump. Unlike Azurhi, she had let her robes grow far too tight, clinging to her lush potbelly, thick and squeezable hips, and soft and pinch-able arms. Her once pert bottom now generously filled her seat, noticably so as Roxie wiggled her hips in enjoyment of her fatty meal. “-BWORPH!-” She gurgled, slapping a hand over her lips after crumbs flew from her mouth. “Uh, ‘scuse me! This stuff is just too good!”
“Mmm, mmmmmph!~” Eyes were being drawn to the table as Timpani Blackcrest shoveled strip after strip of slow-roasted meat into her maw, letting out pleased belches and gradually letting her magical glamour slip, as if she were sliding into a warm bath. Her body was widening and thickening, her belly rounding and drooping in her clothes as her limbs thickened and her bottom gained bulk. Her clothing stretched along with it, but at a pace slightly behind the growth of her form, so as after the first hundred ponze layered on, belts and buttons began to subtly strain as her body continued to take on new, hefty mass. “Exquisite!” She plucked at the clasp of her belt and let her belly surge a bit more outward, drooping downward with bulky, increasingly boulderlike weight.
The gorging went on for hours. Gradually, the tavern began to quiet, as the remaining patrons around the party stopped to watch in shocked amazement at just how much food was being put away. Plate after empty plate were stacked up at the edge of the table while barrels of ale and wine were drained by just the eight women gathered.
“Then, the behemoth reared up on its hind legs-” Wawami exclaimed, telling one of her few adventuring stories that wasn’t marked with tragedy. “-HOUURRPH!-“ Her jiggly belly quaked as she emphasized her drawing stance with greasy fingers. “And I fired an enchanted shaft right into the beast’s throat! It pierced its thick muscle and made it tumble.”
“Amazing!” Roxie exclaimed, licking her fingers and scratching at her peachlike bottom, sending soft squishy kinetics through the supple buttock. “I wonder when I’ll meet a behemoth.” Her eyes darted across the party as she chuckled to herself, resting a hand on her generous potbelly.
Meanwhile, a grinning Timpani was gulping back slices of chocolate cake, her freed, partially scaled gut spreading over the table as she continued to grow. Her leavening body encroached on the table space, knocking over empty wine bottles and shoving plates aside as she approached a knee-wobbling eight hundred ponze. “Does this count as my share of the dessert or can we order more?” she asked excitedly, crumbs tumbling from her rounded, jiggling face.
“Mmph…mm…” hummed Geanne, her samurai robes opened to let out a squishy belly for her girlfriend to rub and caress with one hand while continuing to stuff them both with the other. She brought a frosting-covered pastry to Dusque’s lips, who took an eager bite before guiding the delicious treat back into the mouth of the Viera. A bit of frosting fell onto one of her sizable, heaving breasts, prompting the gothic Miquo’te to lean forward and lick it clean, showing off a set of belly rolls and cellulite-etched thighs in the process.
“Keep it coming…” Azurhi beg-whined, her bushy blue tail wobbling to and fro as she let out low, warbling belches and let her significant drum of a gut surge outward and fill her lap. Sweat stains saturated the armpits of her robes, forcing them to cling closer to her overheated and obese frame. “I’m so inspired! -urrph!- I’m gonna make the most eye-catching bedroom set ever, -bwoorph!-” Her damp, furry body quivered gelatinously with each gaseous release.
“Do you think we can plan for another one of these meetups?” Asked Marie as she tugged at her shorts, her fingers scrabbling to find purchase against the oversized blooms of fat spreading over the edges of the fabric. “I’m having such a lovely time!” A drunken -Gwooorph!- left her lips. “Oof…” her fingers travelled up to the stack of rolls on her midriff, squeezing her flabby, not at all rounded doughbag of a middle with both hands. “I’d hate to lose touch!” Her sizable, sweat-streaked bottom shifted in her seat, struggling to find comfortable purchase due to how much it overflowed its confines.
“That sounds lovely,” Agartha assured, leaning back in the three seats she’d pulled up to support her bulk and rubbing the vast expanse of her belly. Low, rumbling gurgles emanated from the expansive pile of dough. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of evenings like this!”