*Stop*...Gasp*...you...little...*Wheeze*...T-thief..."
After an embarrassingly short time the obese guard, a former mercenary by the name of Mara Redflight, crashed to a halt, gasping desperately for air as her flabby body quivered with every breath. Wincing as the unforgiving metal squeezing her soft rolls, Mara's face burned with humiliation as well as effort. When Mara had taken this job, the gift of a grateful patron, the lithe warrior had laughed at the comically over-sized suit of armor her predecessor had left behind, thinking it a strange piece of ornamental gear.
However, the armor was no joke. The warden job was without the slightest bit of hard work; no one would dare poach in the Royal Forest, a place known to be filled with enchantments. Mara had no supervision or visitors, and her duties included little more than an occasional walk though the woods. Add to that an endless supply of rich, fatty meat and a generous stipend of luxuries leftover from the royal larder, and Mara had outgrown her own armor in a month. Then the cycle had begun; Mara would outgrown her clothes, vow to change, get a week into her diet and quickly start gorging herself out of boredom again, only to split the seams of a new pair of pants.
The armor had seemed a mental refuge; no matter what, Mara would assure herself as she strained to cover her wobbling gut or felt her massive rear quiver with every step, she wasn't that fat, not bigger than the armor. Then the unthinkable had happened; one of the forest's wards had alerted her to an intruder! Mara had no choice but to don the only gear she knew could fit her, and was almost brought to tears as straps loosened as far as possible still dug cruelly into soft flesh. She was fatter than the largest suit of armor she had ever seen!
"Got to...do something...about this..." The porky guard mumbled, not for the first time, finally catching her breath. She waddled off into the woods, at a much slower pace. But first, she had to catch that damned cat!
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*Urrrp!* Vix patted a stomach grossly distended with delicious meat torn from the enormous dead pig at her side. Her belly was round enough to hold a litter of kits; the catgirl had never eaten this well - the dumb thing had barely tried to run away! This place was great - game everywhere and only one fat human to bother her. Vix stuffed another hunk of meat into her overstuffed belly greedily. This was predator heaven!!
Her cat-ears perked up as a familiar sound reached her; puffing and the squeak of metal. Vix grinned; she was sure she could take the dumb, soft human, but shy bother? She could out-run her any day, and humans reacted badly to their own kind dying - she might have friends. Besides - Vix's ascent into the trees was a tad slower, but still quick - it would be much more fun to annoy this charging porker.
Mara lumbered into the clearing moments later, seeing only the massive carcass of a prized golden boar. She winced; the king loved golden boar meat, and despite the forest's magic the huge pigs bred slowly. She removed butchering tools from her backpack; no sense wasting it. She could send the remaining meat via magical courier to the king's kitchen - part of her duties was to provide the castle with certain kinds of meat in between hunts. At her current... girth, Mara mused, it was lucky that hunting in the magical forest was the easiest of tasks....
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Miles away, Vix had dragged several of the fattest, stupidest rabbit she had ever seen up into a tree and was now lazily picking at the bones. Even stuffed full, the prospect of such easy food had been too much for the huntress to bear, and now her gut towered over her semi-conscious form like a mountain of greed. Her eyes slowly flickered closed. What new delights would tomorrow bring...
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"Can't believe how much of this she ate!" Mara muttered to herself, performing the grisly task with automatic skill. "She must have eaten twenty pounds of meat at once! I couldn't eat the much..." Her own massive gut grumbled audibly, and Mara flushed, remembering just how much she had eaten last time the king had called for pork. Her gut arced far before her, only held off her thighs by her straining breastplate. It was round enough to interfere with the simple task of dressing a animal, and the bloated guard was growing more and more despondent. Why when she got here, she wouldn't have eaten a tenth....
Mara froze, her eyes wide. Slowly, a wide smile spread across her round face. The king's forest had many spells upon it. They kept the animals in the trees, growing to massive size - and docile as lambs. The would ignore a human until the very last minute and all were of record size. Nobles rarely wanted a arduous hunt, they wanted trophies, and the spells could be altered for the real sportsmen. In addition - Mara's smile seemingly stretched ear to ear - due to their placidity, most of their bulk was fat rather than lean.
Mara began to chuckle. Catgirls were infamous for their wildness, their agility - and their complete lack of restraint. In a place like this... Mara's chuckles became full-throated laughter. There would not be a royal hunting party for months - and one catgirl, however ravenous, could not deplete the entire vast forest. Even if a hunt did arrive, the catgirl would hide. And sooner or later...
Mara finished butchering, then loaded the meat into a magical bag of holding enchanted to preserve meat. She promised her growing hunger pangs she could have a little - a very little. Mara was determined to make this embarrassingly tight suit of armor a joke again. Besides - her grin seemed fixed in place now - Mara just knew someone else would be too big to fit it, very soon.
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