Overwhelming Odds

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“A rock?” She scrutinized the text etched into the tablet. “Make a wish?” She looked around, seeing if this was some sort of prank. She couldn’t see anyone watching and the envelope was unmarked. She rolled her eyes with a smile. “I wish I could live forever!” She gasped as the stone puffed out of existence. “Maybe it worked.” She shrugged at the thought. “I’m not about to test it, though!” She pushed the idea from her mind and continued preparing.

Kaylin inspected herself in her personal mirror. Admittedly, she could be vain, but she was a celebrity amongst the Argent Crusade and appearance mattered as much as faith. She brushed her shoulder-length, golden-blonde hair aside. Her wide-set, azure eyes were accented by a limited amount of makeup, while her large lips and immaculate skin needed no augmentation. She was young and had a familiar beauty; it made many boys forlorn that she took the mantle of a holy warrior.

She called her gryphon and took flight. It was one of the many gifts she received from her older, celibate tutors. They adorned her with the highest quality armor, making sure her entrancing looks weren’t robbed at an early age. They can’t have me, but I’m sure they do sinful things in their minds! She diverted to an unusual sight, circling above a forsaken and an orc doing something obscene. She was appalled to see that the fleshy mound they defiled was an immobile blood-elf. The mace and equipment lying nearby indicated that the corpulent woman was a paladin.

Unsure why they opted for such a public indecency, Kaylin decided to intervene. She dropped behind the orc, striking him twice with her two-handed great axe. He dropped easily, as he wasn’t wearing any armor. The undead monk paralyzed her and darted away. She broke away from the effect with her divine shield, chasing him down and stunning the undead man. She blasted him with holy magic and struck him truly dead within moments.

She heard the grunt of a troll as he landed in front of her. With her abilities cooling down, Kaylin had to endure the shadow spells for a time as the priest chased her. Her skin felt flush as she circled back to her landing spot, healing herself before approaching the immense, naked blood elf. The troll paused the attack to put shadow mend on his ally, laughing as her rosy cheeks bulged momentarily. The elf’s body shook in pulses as weight collected upon her enormous frame.

The priest recast his spells upon Kaylin as she ran at him. She was able to stun him before he could retaliate, and with holy magic and her axe, she cut him down quickly. She felt her chest and backside tightening against the close-fitting armor. He must have used inscriptions to enhance his spells. They ticked away as she turned to the blood elf, lying on her back.

Her face showed only frustration as she regarded Kaylin. The elf’s long eyebrows dipped into scowl as her glowing green eyes followed along. Her bright, reddish-orange hair was tangled and matted in some areas. Her pursed lips opened to speak foreign words that certainly weren’t friendly. Kaylin’s view shifted to her immense body, which expanded outward in the grass. Her humongous breasts sagged to the sides, but still managed to have a good form. Her pink nipples pointed upward, accentuated by her pale skin. Her stomach was the dominant feature, as it rose high and outward, pinning her beneath the weight.

She was resting on a log, however, and her special place was still within reach. With her thick legs open, Kaylin could see the trimmed red strip peeking from the shadow. The orc had used it, and her opening was still wide and wet. Kaylin felt pity for the fallen paladin, knowing that such an appalling display would surely cast her out of the light’s favor. Still, she felt she should offer the woman assistance.

“I am going to get something to cover you.” Kaylin spoke slowly.
“Tal anu’men no Sin’dorei!” The girl grumbled.
“I will return-“

The big woman’s fat arm arose, sending a holy bolt directly into Kaylin’s chest plate. She tumbled backward, landing hard upon her face. She felt an immense pain upon her chest and quickly detached the connections for the breastplate. The armor dropped to the ground and she was horrified to see her normally subdued breasts were larger and rounder, pressing her undershirt outward. She had always wanted a larger bust size, but this felt so abrupt.

“How on Azeroth-“ Kaylin grabbed her hefty boobs while looking at the mountain of the woman. “What gave you such power?”
The blood elf smirked as she spoke something incoherent. She sent out a magical judgment and laughed as Kaylin took the impact and her chest expanded again. The light shirt pulled painfully tight before tearing along the sides. Within moments the shirt tore completely, sending tatters flying as her big breasts settled into place. Her bosom was now larger than she liked, but she was certain she would be envied by women and men alike. She jumped with glee, her round boobs bouncing as she danced with delight.

The blood elf spat, saying some harsh words as her eyes narrowed. Kaylin covered her chest and turned away. “No more!” She bent down to gather her unclasped armor and she felt another strong blast snap her behind. More tightness built in her rump as she stumbled away. Her butt pinched in the close-fit leg-guards and she hastily undid the straps. Another snap of a spell pushed her forward, and it was difficult to remove her bottoms. She struggled for a time, trying desperately to slide them past her wide hips.

Frustrated, she turned at the wrong time, receiving another holy blast in her midsection. She screeched as her perfect stomach bulge outward. In a fit of rage, she raised her axe and dropped it on the woman’s belly. A divine shield stopped it, allowing the woman to recharge her spells. The shield faded and two powerful retaliation blasts knocked Kaylin onto her big butt. The leg plates came undone, falling to pieces beneath her as she fell.

Her belly was massive now, appearing to be grossly pregnant. Kaylin was in tears as she looked upon her once gorgeously trim body, which was now swollen and chubby. She rolled to her side, watching her heavy tits hang low as she hefted herself upright. The other woman repeated a term, holding her hand out.

“Stop?” Kaylin questioned. “Why didn’t you stop, you witch?”
The blood elf spoke long sentences of unintelligible terms. She waved her full arms along her immense body, grabbing her fleshy breasts angrily before shrugging.

Kaylin had no idea what she meant. She called her gryphon and waited for its descent. Once the beast landed, she shuffled closer. Her leggings stretched and pulled with each step, hugging her fat ass as it shifted. She crawled upon the gryphon and laid precariously atop its back. The beast let out a shrill cry as it tried to fly. It tried again with more momentum, but she lost her grip. Kaylin slid onto the ground awkwardly, seeing her mount ascending without her. She called for it to return, but it flew away without regard.

“What is happening here?” A foul-looking undead woman dismounted nearby. “You two seem to be having some… problems.” The blood elf howled a number of sharp words at the forsaken priest. “Don’t mind her, she is just a little bit sour from her new size. I’ve met Vivian before.” Her damaged jaw shifted, making Kaylin uncomfortable.

“How am I able to understand you?”
“I have abilities, deary.” She grinned, allowing a pungent odor to escape her lips. She spoke a phrase and looked to the substantial blood elf.
“Why must you fools hover around me? I will dispatch every single Alliance member if it will reverse this!” The obscenely large woman wobbled as she yelled.
“How am I able to understand-“ Kaylin stopped as the elf’s eyes widened. “Can you-“
“Yes, I can hear you now, you child!” She crinkled her nose in disgust. “Have all of your people leave this area or I shall kill you.”
Kaylin scoffed. “I am no child and you’re not in any shape to threaten me.”
“You’ve seen what I can do. My magic doesn’t seem to harm you, but you expand with each hit. How many more can you take?”
Kaylin’s eyes grew larger before she turned to run. Her meaty thighs and weighted frame limited her speed. A holy shock dropped her, sending her forward to land on her belly. Her ass widened as she rocked to a stop.
“You can’t take another! Come back or I will make you into a disgusting oaf!”

Kaylin lifted herself and walked her frumpy frame back to her attacker. She regarded the undead woman once again. “What sort of treachery is this? Are you to blame for her abilities?”
“Of course not.” The undead woman smiled as best as she could. “I am Grenda, and you are…?”
“She is just an idiotic corpse who enjoys watching me suffer!” Vivian snapped. “She is of no use!”

Kaylin offered her name, uncertain why she would even speak to such a questionable creature. She may even be reviled by her commanding officers for conferring with the undead monstrosity, but she had an uncle who was raised for the forsaken army and it wasn’t their fault that someone forced them to live again. The Crusaders were more progressive than the members of the Dawn had been, so there may be hope. “How do we fix this?”
“I got a tablet that granted a wish…” She paused at Kaylin’s expression. “You did too?”
“Yes! I wished to live forever, but why would it do this to me?” She grabbed her love handles and shook her expansive tummy. “This doesn’t help at all!”
“It’s from my attacks – they make you bigger. For me, I wished to kill the Alliance outside of town, but I already did that.”

“Interesting.” Grenda shrugged. “Who knows how far out it meant? The enemies are always passing around town.” She eyed the bulky human girl as they contemplated. Grenda lifted her arms and cast a few spells. Unprepared, Kaylin tried to cast a retribution spell, but the priest was already out of range. She gasped as her already weighty body pulsed, growing larger and wider as the spells ticked away.

“Why would you do that?!”
“Just seeing what happened. I’ll be back.” The priest summoned her mount and flew away.
“There has to be a way to fix this!”
“I’ve been here for hours. My guildmates couldn’t help, or didn’t want to. They all left now, though.”
Kaylin recoiled at the thought. “Your guildmates were the ones… doing you?”
Vivian’s thick cheeks shook as she nodded. “They helped themselves and I couldn’t do a thing to stop them. Thank you for ridding me of those dogs!”

They discussed how to fix their predicament, deciding that Kaylin would have to direct all Alliance troops out of the region for a short time. Before she could start the trek back to town, however, she heard something approaching. She stopped and turned to see the priest leading a giant, shirtless man with greenish skin. He slowly charged after her, his braided beard bouncing as he sluggishly tried to catch the elusive forsaken woman.

“She’s leading him here!” Vivan sent out a judgment as the vrykul man approached, but it didn’t faze him. In fact, it drew him to her. Seeing her gargantuan tits, the man’s expression changed from anger to lust. He undid his pants and stepped around the mound of woman before him. Kaylin struck at the man, but it grazed aside harmlessly. The giant flipped Vivian over and took her ankles, pulling her closer along the grass. He was about to force himself in when he suddenly halted and turned to Kaylin.

She could see Grenda was channeling a mind control spell. She was out of range of Kaylin’s spells as the giant man stepped closer and pointed his hefty cock at her face. The plagued vrykul’s cock was nearly as long as her full arm and a fair bit thicker. He had an unpleasant aroma, but he did not ask for her approval. He took her blonde hair and forced her to suck the tip of his shaft. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, feeling the massive cock pushing down her throat. She was only able to take a small portion as he popped it in and out. She thought he was going to continue like this, but to her surprise, he rammed it deeper.

Her throat opened painfully wide as the shaft forced more than halfway down. She slapped his thighs with her heavy arms, but he was far stronger, holding her in place as he continued pushing. She was frantic as he went deeper, and she could see the curly tuft of pubic hair coming closer. The sensation was unsettling, feeling his massive shaft poking against the opening in her stomach. He paused for a moment as she tried to evade the intrusion. The giant let go of her head, but before she could pull off he grabbed her fleshy ass and pulled her upward.

She made comical noises as she tried to stop the inevitable. He rammed her upward and she felt the tip of his cock push into her belly. She felt oddly calm as the pain turned to numbness. The man grunted and her pain returned as his cock swelled inside her, delivering huge amounts of cum as he squeezed her ass. He lifted her outward and she could feel her stomach sagging as he blasted huge amounts of sperm directly into her belly. He sat her on her knees and had to tug his cock from her constricted esophagus.

He was still eager and erect. Popping out of her mouth, he turned to the immobile blood elf. Now lubricated, he moved into position and lowered himself upon her. He put his cock between her vast ass cheeks and drove in. He did not slow as she shrieked. The priest mentally forced the man to push in halfway before he paused.

“He’s… I can’t… It’s in my…”
“You don’t get a choice, deary.” The mountainous man spoke with Grenda’s words.

Recovering from the assault, Kaylin watched as the giant pushed the woman’s flabby ass cheeks apart and edged deeper. His enormous cock stretched her asshole easily, and her red bush sparkled as saliva ran from his half-buried shaft. The woman could barely form words as he pushed in. He moved his muscular arms beside her to support himself. Kaylin felt empathy for the expanded woman, watching her fat extremities flail as the man inserted more and more of his outlandishly large cock.

Vivian spoke a phrase and a ring of fire appeared beneath her. Cracks in the ground glowed as the vrykul allowed his heavy body to push his organ into her sheathe. The consecrated ground didn’t bother him, nor the priest, but it did damage Kaylin. It was slight, but her whole body pulsed outward each second. It was already difficult to stay upright, but this was the literal tipping point. Kaylin fell forward and her shoulder bumped the giant’s ankle. This caused the man to slip and insert the remaining length of his cock within an instant.

Vivian went silent, gasping as she took the unprepared insertion. She drew in sharp breathes before she finally let out a soft, sad whimper with tears running down her cheeks. Kaylin watched from her side as the vrykul pumped the shocked woman, her own breasts stacked in front of her. She knew she was unable to stand now, and she couldn’t think of any possibility of escape.

The giant drew back and pushed in to the limit once again, his balls shrinking as he delivered a large dose of cum into the helpless woman. Amazingly, they both rose higher upon her fleshy midsection. He packed more and more into her, causing her huge breasts to swell together below her. Her big ass wobbled as he worked his cock, moving ever so slightly as not to pull out more than needed. The plagued man got up and looked down upon his next victim. Still hard, he turned and pulled Kaylin’s leg up, moving into position to have his way with her.

Her tight pants ripped as he moved her leg higher. Unlike the other girl, Kaylin was still able to move somewhat. She went onto an elbow and edged away as the man followed. Her clothing was in complete tatters after a moment, exposing her soft, rosy skin. The giant continued as before, lifting one leg and nestling his long ungainly cock against her slit. Kaylin rolled, attempting to break free, but his strength was immense. The tip pushed into her ass, but luckily it slipped aside before it could truly penetrate her. She wailed as he drew back for a second attempt. Knowing he might go in that hole again, she decided to guide him into her shaven pussy.

I know this is wrong and I can’t be seen with this wretched thing, but I can’t handle him in my ass. Kaylin grit her teeth and waited upon her side. She felt his girth parting her tense pussy. She balled her fists as the man held onto her meaty belly, holding her as he shuffled ahead. His cock split her open, exploring her insides with immense force. She felt a building pain as he continued and she knew he was pressing against her womb. She curved down, grabbing his shaft with both hands, stroking him vigorously.

She hoped to finish him quickly, but the motion only excited him. The vrykul leaned aside and put his weight into the thrust. She felt indescribable pain as he opened her. The tightness faded as a shiver spread along her skin. She went rigid, but he was still pounding her brutally. Kaylin cried out, begging for the monstrous man to stop. He leaned ahead and stood, holding her expanded frame as he plowed her. Her legs hung heavily in front and behind him, bouncing as he drove downward with hard jolts. Her boobs hung over her face, slapping her as he fucked her. The position was awkward for her to sat the least.

He abruptly stopped and buried it to the hilt. She held up her hands pleadingly and there was a moment’s delay before he unleashed a geyser in her aching pussy. Her swollen belly grew again, sagging lower and lower until it parted her plump breasts. She felt the warm goo flowing up her throat and she tried to close her mouth, but the sheer force launched the gray seed outward into the grass. Only some escaped and the remainder made her belly hang grotesquely upon her chin. The controlled man stepped back and allowed her to flop back into a normal lying position.

She was huge, sore, and completely weakened. She could only watch as the undead woman broke the mental link and killed her pawn. After the vrykul’s demise, a few damaging spells hit Kaylin. Grenda laughed as she left her to inflate. Kaylin closed her sticky, oversized legs and closed her arms against her chest. Her flabby boobs pulsed outward around her arms and her ass warmed as it accumulated beneath her. Her overfilled stomach was taught and wobbly as it continued growing, expanding in all directions and making her appear closer to the girl she meant to save.

Vivian was watching with melancholy. “Maybe we’ll never get back to normal.”
“That foul bitch ruined us!” Kaylin sniffled as she allowed her chest to fall from her arms. Her pink nipples pointing to the sides as her bloated tits rested upon the warm ground. “I should have killed her when I had the chance!” Kaylin felt an anger that had laid dormant for years.
“We can’t stay like this forever. Someone will surely come by and help us.” There was doubt in her statement.
“Like your guildmates helped you?”
“My friends were a bunch of horny kids. Surely you have some mature friends to help.”
“I- I can’t.” She knew they would be disgusted by her hideous form. Without her beauty, she knew they wouldn’t give her any assistance. “They won’t help someone who had been… tainted.” She could still smell the stink of that monster who had filled her from both ends. “Why can’t I push it out?”
“Most of that stuff gets absorbed, I noticed.” Vivian paused. “I took a lot before you came along.”
“Gross!” Kaylin looked away from her girth, staring to the sky. “Well, we just have to wait for someone to come along and figure something out.”

A nether ray swam through the air above, circling before descending between them. The gnome hopped off and immediately charged Vivian. He did a lot of damage and she clenched her teeth as her body stretched in all aspects. “Stop… him…” Vivian growled as the gnome struck her.

“Wait, stop!”
The warrior stepped back, sword still ready. “What?”
“Don’t hit her any more, please!”
“Why shouldn’t I kill her? I mean, she did that to you, right?”
“Well… but she’s in trouble too!”
“I’m going to kill him if he hits me one more time!” He didn’t understand her. Vivian’s stomach enveloped her body now, pushing her boobs outward as it rolled up her chest. It completely obscured her privates, and her wide ass lifted her, causing her to lay at an angle. She was far beyond realistic proportions,
“She deserves a fate worse than death for doing that to such a beautiful woman!” He knew me from before this! He really wants to help me!

She stopped him once again. “Thank you, but she is not the real cause! An undead priest did this to us! I don’t know how, but we need your help!”
“I don’t know if I can…” He lowered his weapon, but she could see another weapon arise in his pants. He noticed the dead giant nearby. “How did you defeat that in your state?”
“I-I will reward you if you make the attempt to help us! Please!”
The gnome flushed as he looked to the ground. “Can I… You know…”

Vivian rolled her eyes. The horny old fool. I can’t send him away, but this is deplorable! She parted her legs to show her compliance. The tiny man removed his leg armor. He was larger than expected for a man of his stature. He poked it in her mouth to get it wet before crawling upon her. She squeezed her hefty breasts together, clamping them tightly beneath her arms. He started slowly, grabbing handfuls of her squishy flesh.

“I can’t believe you’re letting that… thing do that to you.” Vivian scowled.

Kaylin responded with a scowl of her own, allowing the gnome to rudely have his way with her expansive chest. It felt weird to her, but he was obviously enjoying himself. The man called for her to open her mouth as he hopped over her arms. Surprised, she saw him lunge upon her face, driving his cock into her throat. He was nothing compared the last one she took, but he hit the back of her throat. It felt more uncomfortable as his seed shot against her tonsils, making her gag as he relieved himself. He laid upon her face, holding on until he was empty.

He hopped off, smiling as he retrieved his armor. He thanked her profusely before summoning his mount. “I’ll figure out a way to help you, Kaylin! The Argent Crusade won’t let you down!” He left them to contemplate the odd situation.

“I’ve been here for hours and I don’t feel hungry or thirsty. Maybe we’re slowly digesting all this fat.” Vivian thought aloud. “But, I haven’t had to pee either, so maybe it’s all paused until we undo this.” A few minutes passed before a few Horde riders approached. “Get ready, we have more… patrons.”
“Huh?”
“Word is probably getting out now about a couple of helpless fat women… we’re fucked.”

A Heavy Mistake

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“How frustrating!” Vivian was agitated to say the least. “Those Alliance curs, I’ll show them!” A group had chased her from Utgarde Keep all the way to New Agamand on horseback. She regretted leaving the safety of her party, but she could best them all, she knew it. Her armor was much higher quality and her pursuers didn’t seem very skilled. She knew how to wield the light better than most at her level. Still, it couldn’t hurt to tip the scales further. She rode into town to mix some potions, just in case.

Vivian picked up some herbs that she had in the mailbox and noticed another letter. It didn’t have the sender’s name, a small stone tablet was inside the package. It read simply “Hold this and make a wish.” She scoffed, “I wish I could kill those Alliance dogs outside of town.” Just as she finished the trinket vanished from her hand without a sound. She shrugged and finished making her potions. After some preparation, she galloped past the guards on her charger. She wanted to them to chase her recklessly, so she went farther than she should have. Off the road, in the woods, she halted and dismounted, scanning the landscape with her weapon ready.

She spun around as she heard a sound. A distraction, she realized, but it was too late. Something hit her in the back of the neck; Vivian stumbled back and forth, swiping at the air. Regaining her senses, she was able to hit her aggressor hard enough in the ribs to stun him. A human rogue, a wiry girl who looked overly confident. She cast a judgment, followed by a holy shock, and then a good strike from her mace. The bandit attempted to flee with a pained expression on her face. Before Vivian could pursue, she heard noise behind her. She turned to see more assailants.

A Gnome warrior, Draenei shaman, and human warlock rode in and dismounted. All male and all young. The warrior charged brashly, but Vivian eluded him and made a dash towards the shaman. She used her opening spells on the Draenei. He didn’t fight back; he just stood there, trying to heal through the assault. This would be easy, she thought. At that point his companions came to his defense. The warrior’s axe slammed into her armor and curses were draining her. Vivan raised her hands and fire burned the ground around her. She judged the shaman, he cried out as he fell to the ground. She hurt badly by now; she cast divine protection and took a moment to use a few healing spells.

Her mind wandered and she noticed her skin felt flushed after each spell finished. She spied the rogue walking beside her. The shield faded and weapons hit her from all directions, she stunned the warrior and did her usual three spell heal. The rogue didn’t even know how to interrupt… amateurs! After deft footwork, she finally bested the warrior. As the gnome fell she turned her sights to the rogue again. They hit pretty hard, she noticed, so she used a holy shock, and two holy light spells upon herself this time. Her stomach graoned and her skin felt strange, what a time to fall ill!

Vivan paid no mind to her symptoms. She battled the rogue while the warlock proceeded to cast something unknown to her. She was just about to land the killing blow when something hit her from behind and knocked her down. The rogue vanished. A felguard’s axe hit her as she stood up. “Fool!” She chided as she cast flash of light two times. It seemed to take less to heal her each time now, how odd. Her stomach growled and now her armor seemed unusually tight, but she fought on.

She held out her hand and used an exorcism spell on the felguard. It fell to the ground as she rushed over to the warlock. He had a worried expression on his face and she enjoyed that. Using all her might, she pounded the human with spell and mace alike. Of course, the rogue emerged from the shadows right before she could finish off the caster. So frustrating! This is taking way too much time! A sharp pain in her side disoriented her. The warlock cast new curses and spells on Vivian and then ran to the east. Her skin burned and ached as the rogue continued his attack. Holding up her hands and ignoring the pain, she cast holy light, followed by two flash of light spells. “Ow!” She yelped as she felt her armor digging into her skin.

The paladin focused herself. After two strikes the rogue sprinted away, badly wounded. A magical hammer to his back put him on the ground, dead. Vivian started healing. “Now I take one flash of light spell to get back to normal, how is that even possible?” Shortly after she finished she felt her armor suit tighten. It was causing immense pain, especially around her midsection. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she struggled to remove her chest piece. The straps were stretched to the limit, she undid them and the breastplate fell to the ground.

“By the light, what happened?!” She screamed as she looked at her plump belly. Her once muscular and trim stomach was now overflowing past her belt. How did I get fat so suddenly? This isn’t possible! Even her breasts had grown; now they were taxing her under-shirt! She jiggled her tummy slightly as she stood there, shocked and perplexed. A sound caught her attention. She whirled around to see the warlock under a tree. “He is laughing at me,” Vivian thought aloud, “I’ll show him!” She unsheathed her weapon and started to run in his direction. Her leggings were entirely too tight now, every step hurt, what started as a run turned into a quick walk. She was sweating heavily as she approached the human.

Two rogues attacked Vivian a few paces from the tree, one was as highly skilled as she was. She should have known they would call in guild-mates to help them. After stunning the more powerful rogue she directed holy shocks and flashes of light on herself as fast as she could. She was able to avoid a kick and the swipe of daggers as she continued casting. The warlock was still standing a small distance away, continually casting curses upon her.

“I’ll take you down with me then!” She grunted as she used a holy shock against the weaker rogue. Much to her surprise, he shrieked and fell backwards. It only took one holy shock, what a weakling! She used divine protection, she cast two holy light spells, which grossly over-healed her, but she wanted to be sure she was at full health. The shield faded; she strained to hold her weapon and shield at the ready. Vivian couldn’t seem to dodge anymore either, she was just too slow for some reason.

She deflected a few of his attacks, but then he punched her in the side and she stumbled forward onto the ground. The straps on her legplates popped off as her knees hit the ground. Her legs felt so much better unrestrained. She tried to avoid looking at her body until she was out of danger. Vivian tried to stand without thinking about her condition. It took a few moments to lift herself off of the ground. She bent over to pick up her mace and shield. As she leaned it put a great strain on her belt. She disregarded it for now and grabbed her shield. The mace would have to stay, she couldn’t exert herself anymore trying to stay at this angle.

She stood, her head snapped back to the place where the rogue had been before. He’s gone, the warlock is too! Cowards. Vivan listened, but heard nothing. She sighed and slowly looked down at her body. She was horrorstruck. I’m chubby! After throwing her shield down in anger, she leaned forward slightly to see her legs, they were fatter too! “I look like a Tauren!” She grabbed a portion of her forearm and pinched the fat. She hurriedly reached around to her rear. It had grown as well. She was nearly crying now, “my beautiful butt… it’s huge!”

Vivan waddled over to a tree and leaned against it, quietly crying. She didn’t notice the undead priest approach. “What’s the problem?” Vivan looked up and quickly wiped away the tears with the backs of her hands. The undead woman was dressed in a beautiful satin robe, but that was the only beauty she had. Her face was pasty green and missing pieces on both sides of her cheeks. Her hair was matted and she smelled foul. “Nothing, leave me alone!”

“Let me help you, deary,” her mouth was stuck half open and she had many missing teeth, it was unsettling. “I’m Grenda.” Vivian offered her name, but she couldn’t keep her face from scrunching up whenever she caught a waft of the woman’s foul odor. A sound from the east made them both look in unison. A very well equipped Alliance mage and druid, as well as the same warlock from the previous encounter were riding towards them.

Before they were close the same rogue from before attacked Grenda. Vivian used a judgement against him followed by a holy shock. He died instantly. Vivan had more power than she knew! The rest of the aggressors focused on her. Grenda chanted a prayer of mending, then she used a renew on Vivan as she was being attacked.

Vivian felt her body jerk and then it seemed like her skin was pulsing for a moment. She recovered and used a holy shock on the mage, killing him. At that point she noticed the warlock flee, abandoning his friend. The remaining druid shifted into moonkin form. He sent treants to attack her as he cast wrath bolts as fast as he could – but it was futile. She smited him with ease and destroyed his ancient guardians. Why do I have so much power now? She didn’t understand it at all. Grenda used two greater healing spells on Vivian after the fighting stopped.

Vivan’s body burst outwards in all directions. Her belt strained underneath her ever-growing stomach. After a short delay it snapped, allowing her bulging belly to fall forward unrestrained. Her shirt and pants were still digging into her skin uncomfortably. Vivian could now be considered obese. “This is terrible! What is causing this, what have I done?” She tried to understand what was happening as she started at her flabby extremities, awestruck.

“Now I see why you’re upset,” Grenda said.
“What is happening to me?!”
“Watch.” Grenda cast renew on the large blood elf. “It’s the healing spells.”
Vivian watched in complete shock as her body slowly pulsated outward each time the renew spell healed her. Grenda had a short smile spread across her face as she casted two greater heals. Vivan grew again abruptly, she fell backwards against the tree and slid to the ground. Her shirt and pants were stretched as far as they could go, and as she moved down the tree. It started tearing them every time they caught on the rough bark. As she reached the base her clothes were completely ripped along the back. The new fat on her body rippled since it was no longer retrained. Her brassiere and panties still held… Barely.

“You’re hurting me, stop it!”
“Oh deary, I can’t just stop now, I need to see more.”
“P-please, don’t!” Her outstretched arm was thickening in front of her.
“Another? Well sure!” Grenda cast again and again.

Vivian grabbed her breasts as she expanded further. Her brassiere made a ripping sound and left her holding tattered cloth against her chest. Her panties gave her an unbelievable wedgie. She squirmed trying to find comfort. Grenda cast again, which pushed the straps on Vivian’s underwear to break. She let out a sigh of relief and her body rocked slightly as the fabric was torn.

“Looks like you enjoyed that.” Grenda let out a raspy laugh as she walked over and pulled her tattered clothes off one by one, making sure to get the harder to reach pieces too. She put them in her satchel. Glancing back at Vivian with a wicked grin, she cast healing spells fast as she could. Each spell caused her to plump up a little more. Her butt was big enough now that it pushed her hips away from the base of the tree in rythm with each spell cast. She was laying back now, rather than sitting. Her neck was craned at an uncomfortable angle, which forced her to look at the rest of her body.. Her breasts had rolled off to either side and rested lightly on the ground. Her massive belly dominated her view, though. Vivian reached over her boobs to feel her girth, holding two folds on her stomach. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch.

Grenda stopped after a minute, eyeing her up and down. “That is the most unusual thing I’ve ever seen, deary!” She shrugged and called for her horse. “See you around.”

“You can’t just leave me like this!”
“I am going to town so I can go to bed, I’m sure someone else will come by soon to help.”
“What if it’s someone else from the Alliance?”
“I doubt they will attack a nude, unarmed, immobile fat lady.”
“I’m not worried about attacks.”
Grenda smirked, “well, you seem powerful enough to kill them with a spell or two. I would just make things worse. Looks like you’re the disgusting one now.” She gave a deep laugh and nodded to herself. Turning her warhorse, she galloped away.

Vivian yelled out and flailed her arms, but Grenda never slowed. She was alone now. It helped that it was early in the morning and not many people were roaming now, though she couldn’t reach the town anytime soon. Her neck was hurting, so she tried scooting back towards the tree. She managed to find a comfortable spot as she pushed herself up a few inches. The slightest exertion caused her to breathe heavily and sweat profusely now. Vivan contemplated her situation and how it would look to someone who passed by. There was nothing to be done about it, though. She sighed in despair and rested her head against the tree, closing her eyes.

She didn’t care what happened now, her body was grotesque. She had trained for so long and now she couldn’t even move anymore. She might be able to work it off after a long time, but whenever she was healed she would gain back the weight at outlandish speed. Her spells could kill in one strike now – but what good is that if you can’t move! At least that strange magic had allowed her to kill a huge number of those dogs. Then she remembered the trinket from earlier; she hadn’t even thought about it until now. Vivian was happy about her victory. For now she could do nothing but wait.