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Astrid:"Haaah. This really isn't going to work, is it?"Makalov peered into his wallet and he couldn't say he was impressed by what he saw inside. That is to say, there was actually nothing inside. There was barely even a dozen coins left to his name. At the latest village that they had visited, he had been forced to spend the majority of what he had earned in the past two battles alongside the Greil Mercenaries. He had been told that soldiers were responsible for their own meals, but he had not thought that he would really end up spending this much, and for one person entirely. It wasn't even for himself that he had bought all of this, but instead it was for his fiancée Astrid.Then again, with her appetite, it was also no wonder at all that he had to spend so much. He was not happy with the way things were going.Makalov sighed again as he thrust his wallet back into his pocket. He may as well try not to dwell on it too much. Astrid would probably begin to ponder where he had gone and if she tried to get up after one of her meals then it was not going to be easy or pretty to deal with. The fact remained that he was the one doing all of the fighting but it was Astrid who was the one doing all of the eating. Nothing was going to be able to change that nowadays.At the mercenary group's camp, there was a specific tent set up to serve as the soldiers' 'mess hall'. Astrid had been there since everyone had arrived back from the recent battle. Her appetite had made it almost impossible for her to want to leave. She probably ate well on her own, but no doubt that she wouldn't have ended up leaving on her own, or maybe she would be unable to leave on her own either.Makalov had seen how his fiancée could eat: she could finish off so much food in one sitting that it left her basically unable to move. It was fairly impressive but also fairly disturbing. A noblewoman should be able to control herself a little better, shouldn't she? That was what he would have thought until he saw her inflate with more pounds than any one person should be able over the course of only a few months.As he stepped into the tent, the pink-haired man was suddenly taken aback by the sight. He didn't know what to really think or say about it, because frankly it was perhaps more than he wanted to have to acknowledge. The size at which his widening wife-to-be had grown was more impressive, and more intimidating, than he wished to have to admit. Astrid had somehow seen herself swell and expand from a svelte and fit warrior into quite the hungry and gluttonous butterball."Oh, hey, Makalov! Come on over here! I'm just -BURRRRP- eating right now~!" There was a sparkle evident in her auburn eyes when she called out to him. Her jowls were stuffed full ofAstrid had already discarded most of her armor so that she could eat more comfortably. She certainly was going to NEED to get comfortable before her protective layer could have turned into a restrictive one. Astrid still looked like she was as stuffed as a sausage inside of her uniform, regardless. Makalov cringed.When she reached across the table to take some more pumpkin pie out of the tray for herself, the drooping pockets of fat hanging off of Astrid's former biceps jiggled and swayed with little to any sort of resistance. Her sleeves were barely able to hold together while stretched across such prominent amounts of chub. Signs of back-fat were unable to be avoided either. Her double-chin was a constant sight too. Of course, these were only a few parts of a much greater, girthier whole.Astrid's white pants and tall boots had already been replaced or refitted several times now, most of it on Makalov's dime. The wooden bench she sat on appeared to be in a near-perilous state; it could snap apart from the weight of her sizable rear at any moment. Even her ass was probably too heavy for Astrid's own good. Getting up from anywhere took a considerable amount of effort when those cheeks always wanted to drag her down.Astrid's belly appeared like it faced the greatest amount of strain when it had to constantly fight with her belt. It should have been a fairly strong leather belt, but the poor thing would not possibly be able to last forever in the face of such pervading softness. It had even started to create a definite hang over her hips. Makalov had seen that belly many times and it made him feel more and more conflicted with every subsequent instance.Astrid had gotten so chubby all over, not to mention so incredibly heavy. If she was even a little careless, the raven-haired woman was at risk of crushing him.She said that she was 'eating well', but it was more like 'overeating' and then some. Makalov still hadn't decided if he should come right out and talk to her about her obvious weight issue. After all, Astrid was supposed to be his fiancée and he needed her around for a lot of reasons. Giving her a good excuse to break up with him wouldn't fly. Makalov pondered some more, but he was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when a familiar young woman knocked into him from behind."Hey, brother, you better get out of the way! I'm walking with a lot of plates here!"Marcia, Makalov's younger sister, darted around him as she made her way over to Astrid's table. She had somehow managed to convince one of the other soldiers to depart with their honey-baked ham, not to mention several other kinds of dishes including many roasted vegetables and some sweet rolls that had been brought over from a nearby town. Astrid happily welcomed it all to be brought before her. A second wind seemed to come out of nowhere as she proceeded to stuff her face like she hadn't been eating for almost an entire hour already."Mmmm~! This is all so -BWRRRP- good, Marcia! Ah, thank you so much for being so willing to help me out whenever I'm feeling a little peckish!""Heh heh heh, it's my pleasure, Astrid!" Marcia's cheeks bore a pinkish tint not unlike the color of her hair as she giggled. Then she looked at Makalov from over her shoulder and a sneaky little sneer spread across her lips. "I'm always happy to get the chance to spoil you like this."Makalov was utterly horrified. In fact, he was downright stupefied. Well, now he knew exactly who was responsible for Astrid's fattening, but...how in the world was he going to be able to stop this kind of concentrated effort by his own little sister? Was there really anything he could do? What about Astrid, did she truly not know about her gains, or maybe she was completely fine with it?It was too many questions for Makalov to even want to worry about. He decided to just go and waste his last few coins on some drinks to help empty his mind for a while instead. He left Marcia and Astrid behind to revel in their own whims. The younger woman happily fed a hungry Astrid with another piece of pie right off of the fork.-----------Heather:With one great and mighty tug, Nephenee was able to yank the entire potato plant straight out of the dirt. A few looks over told her that this one had done a good job in growing plenty of tasty-looking spuds. She was rather pleased with how large they had managed to grow, but then again, this was some of the best soil that she ever had the opportunity to work with. After removing some of the dirt and cutting off any 'eyes' or sprouts she noticed, the green haired woman carefully placed the newest batch of these potato into a bucket alongside the others.She'd bring them in, clean them off, cut off the unwanted parts, and start preparing them for tonight's dinner as soon as she had finished gathering the rest of the ingredients. As she stood up straight and looked out at the vast field of potato plants still left to collect, Nephenee wiped the back of her strapping bicep across her forehead. She was sweating up a storm, but she only needed to tell herself that it would all be worth it in the end.Nephenee collected some onions, some radishes, some leeks and two chickens from the pen out back. After cleaning and preparing everything well enough, she brought the new assortment of ingredients into the house so that she could toss them into a pot. Nephenee peered into the living room and spotted a familiar set of blonde hair."Heather, I'm gonna to start putting these here vegetables and chicken breasts into a stew together if you wanna help!"After the war to save all of Tellius, Nephenee had returned to her simple but idyllic farm life as it was what she had always known best. Training hard to protect her homeland and dealing with a multitude of strenuous farm chores every day had built up plenty of musculature on the young woman's person. She was rather physically fit on a level that couldn't be denied; with her enlarged biceps, prominent abdominal muscles and calves thicker than tree trunks, Nephenee had grown into one of the country's strongest women without even trying. Her wife Heather loved to tease how 'beefy' she was, which Nephenee always accepted albeit with glowing pink cheeks.The bewitching burglar had won over Nephenee's heart after many nights of talking and flirting, so they now lived together quite happily on Nephenee's family's farm. Even Heather's elderly mother had been given her own room to move in with them too, ensuring that no one had to be left behind. Heather had wanted to always leave the thieving life behind so she could be truly happy, but there had been no opportunity quite like Nephenee before. She really did find the other woman to very much be her type in the first place, though, which only made their union all the more wonderful.Heather had attempted to assist with the farm duties, but she quickly found herself falling too far behind. It seemed that she was light on her feet for thievery, but farming was on an entirely different level. Their farm was not that large but it was still a substantial amount of work, yet Nephenee still insisted that she would be able to handle all of it alone. She didn't wish for Heather to risk putting herself in harm's way. Nephenee had grown up working on farmland since she was just a little girl, so it was something she could do with very little extra thought. Nephenee didn't mind letting Heather spend her time inside, relaxing and recovering from all of the battles that they had fought together.However, it was rather obvious enough that Heather had nothing to recover from. She had not been left with any lasting mental scars from the battle, either. She helped take care of her mother but the effort of it was not all that demanding as she continued to remain in a stable weak state. With little else to actually do with her time, she spent most of her hours awake trying different kinds of recipes made from the fresh produce grown on the farm...and the results of her indulgences had begun to show quite considerably."Oh? Really? You're going to prepare dinner? Yes, please let me help with that, my dear Nephenee! Let me just...get up...oof...n-not quite as easy as it used to be..."Heather had always been quite the slender and fit figure on account of her thieving work and just because she liked to stay in shape. Back in the day, it had seemed like an easy enough thing to do without worrying. She usually didn't eat all that much to begin with to keep herself fed. Nowadays, on account of her greater appetite, it took a lot more to keep her satisfied like before. She tugged lightly on the side of her dress to prevent it from digging so deeply into the wedge of her belly folds.Heather had swelled and swelled until she was no longer quite the woman that she used to be. In fact, she was a little fearful, jokingly so of course, that her new appearance could make her practically unrecognizable to the other warriors if she met them again. As she stood up from the creaking couch, she had to take a moment to gather her strength again. She clutched onto the top of the couch with a chubby hand, complete with a full set of puffy fingers. The ring that Nephenee had given her looked like it was digging into Heather's index finger, but that was only on account of the abundance of chub.Heather's ruddy jowls were softer than any pillows, though the same could be said for the monumentally soft and heavy rear she now sported too. She had to clutch at her other side, her soft and drooping love-handle, so that she could prevent from falling right back over again. Her stomach was a set of stacked rolls that drooped nice and far in front of her body, but she had gotten used to having to carry this 'apron' everywhere that she went. Heather could feel herself getting out of breath just from standing. Her legs were thick as tree trunks too, but not in the same manner as her beloved. Instead, they were so swollen and bloated with lard that they were becoming stacks of folds and rolls all on their own. Heather had become tremendously out of shape and obese, but you would surprisingly not hear either woman ever complain about it.In fact, Heather was fine with the new look because she felt it brought out her best features. Nephenee tried not to make it obvious with how much she stared.---------------------------Lucia:Princess Elincia noticed that her personal retainer and best friend Lucia had not come to meet with her at the dining hall that morning. She was a little worried after asking one of the maids and being told that they had not seen Lucia yet either. After that long dinner the two of them had shared last night, it seemed like getting a rest was a fair thing to do, but the other woman was usually so punctual that it was almost scary. Elincia headed straight for Lucia's personal quarters as soon as she was given the opportunity, a few minutes after taking notice of her absence."Argh...d-dammit...how long does this have to go on for...?"The bedroom door had been left unlocked so Elincia was able to peek inside. She could hear Lucia muttering aloud to herself. What she saw was quite the unexpected sight indeed, enough so that the princess had to place her hand over her mouth. Lucia was standing in front of her own bedroom mirror, tediously but fruitlessly tugging on her pants to attempt them to get all of the way over her thighs. With each time she yanked on them, her plump thighs and her even plumper belly roll, which jutted out by several inches over her underwear, would jiggle in place. Lucia herself was very disgruntled judging by the tense expression on her face."Do you need some help, Lucia?" Elincia could not help but inquire as she stepped into the room. Lucia gasped. She let go and her pants dropped to the ground, revealing that she had indeed grown on the chubby side. There was a slight plumpness to her entire figure, though especially around her thighs and her stomach.Ever since the war's end, and seeing peace achieved, it was not a hard thing to imagine that perhaps it would be possible to accidentally let oneself go a little in the midst of such joy. However, Elincia would not have imagined Lucia would be one of those people. Then again, looking back on it all, it made more sense to Elincia now, she should have noticed it. Lucia's eating habits had increased and she had looked a little puffier in the face. She was good at concealing the weight gain for the most part up until this point."Er, Lady Elincia, please forgive me. I had not realized that I'd left it unlocked like that...ugh, this is not what I would have wanted you to have to see..." Lucia sighed out loud. She tried to make sure to keep her back to the other woman so that she didn't have to put her belly on full display. It wasn't the biggest stomach, far from it, but the fact that she had any sort of chub prevalent on her at all was not something she was keen about making known. A squishy, doughy roll of fat wrapped around where abdominal muscles used to be. Elincia approached nonetheless."You're looking a little soft around the waist! That's not something to be so embarrassed about! You know I certainly don't mind at all!" Elincia leaned forward and bent down to look a little closer. She hesitated for a second, but she couldn't resist very much longer as she gazed upon that fluffy muffintop. She reached out with her hands and latched her ten fingers right onto Lucia's soft and fluffy chub. Lucia gasped out loud, even louder this time, and she was so taken aback that she basically could do nothing while Elincia playfully squeezed at her belly."P-Please, Lady Elincia, you shouldn't do something like that! At least respect my personal space!""I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Elincia was the one to yank her hands away this time and held up her palms in an expression of apology, "I admit that I couldn't have helped myself just then! Oh, Lucia, you can always ask for help for anything like this, you know! We are friends regardless of status!""Y-Yes, that's right, you're right about that. Thank you, Lady Elincia." Lucia smiled to herself. She had put on this weight on account of pure carelessness, but she supposed if Elincia would not judge her for it, then maybe there was no need for her to be so concerned? Of course, she had no intent on letting the rest of the castle's staff and other soldiers get any sight of her figure like this either. She would have to force a girdle around her abdomen somehow.However, as time went on, things seemed to only get more out of control for Lucia. She had struggled to get her pants on before, but at least she had been able to fit on most of the rest of her uniform in the morning. She had thought that she could learn how to control her appetite much better. However, something suddenly gave way and threw her off because she didn't think that she would have eaten as much as she did.A snack here, an extra bite there...with just how many incredible and delicious things there were to eat in this castle, it was no wonder she had gotten out of shape. But how was she seemingly the only one who ever did end up this way? Lucia had never known anything about metabolism or that hers had been so poor to begin with. She tried to get back into training at the barracks, but she felt like she rarely ever had time. Her responsibilities as a woman of the guard kept her preoccupied, and she just kept on eating even more than she had ever done before."Argh! Come on now! This can't...this can't be possible!" Lucia grunted and groaned. She had struggled to leave her bedroom that morning yet again, but this time she couldn't even finish getting dressed entirely. She hadn't tried to fit on her pants because her shirt already refused to fit like it was supposed to! She tugged it as hard as possible but it didn't want to even go halfway past her stomach anymore.Her belly itself was much bigger now, an actual gut through and through. There was little to play off here when it was very obvious that she had grown a very pronounced abdomen. You could slap your hand against it and produce a prominent drum-like sound. Some had even asked if she were actually pregnant all this time. Lucia couldn't play it off easily.Lucia stared at her figure reflected in her bedroom mirror. A fuller face with a double-chin that didn't wish to go away. Her chest had grown too, making it even more difficult to wear the uniforms she was accustomed to as they would strain fabric and pop buttons. Even her arms were growing on the chubby side. Her buttocks and legs were getting softer and smoother rather than maintaining any kind of muscular form. She had put on so much weight already."What sort of retainer am I supposed to be," Lucia tossed her shirt aside and slipped both of her hands underneath her stomach, watching how they completely disappeared beneath the protruding, pale bulge. "If I keep letting myself grow more and more out of shape?"Lucia wondered if she could really think about eating even more at this point. She almost never wanted to have to eat again. However, this time, when she had to confront Princess Elincia about this matter, she was genuinely surprised that the other woman continued to be so openly supportive of her. Elincia's kindness had never known any bounds in the past, but there really did seem to be much more passion in her words than usual."You've never looked happier than ever, Lucia! Why do you feel like you need to be so ashamed about everything that's happened? It's okay for you to be able to enjoy yourself too, you know! I would never judge you for it and I would certainly argue you in your favor if you ever find yourself in trouble!"Elincia may have been too kind for her own good, Lucia decided. There was also the fact that this woman seemed to enjoy getting to put her hands on her stomach more often than not. When Lucia had put on more weight, it seemed like the princess started to get more candid with her touching. Lucia didn't necessarily dislike it so she had neglected to actually tell the other woman to stop. Instead, she just allowed her to keep on doing what she was doing. Lucia had no idea how much more weight she might gain over the years, but she had great confidence that Princess Elincia would never, ever be dismayed by it...so maybe she herself didn't need to be, either.