EyeBeast - Cordelia's Slob Vacation

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Cordelia (Fire Emblem) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)

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Forced by her allies to take things easy for a while, Cordelia the perfectionist allows herself to give into some small indulgences. However, her burgeoning appetite and weakening manners gradually turn the once proud Pegasus Knight into a slobby woman only concerned about spurting gas from her flabby body and getting her next meal.

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           A loud clink in Cordelia’s ears awoke her from her sleep. Rising from her bed, the woman with long, red hair instinctively reached for her spear. She was stopped as all she could find was a half-empty pitcher of water on a nightstand. Clutching the container to use it as a makeshift weapon, she narrowed her eyes as she tried to prepare herself for whoever had dared to enter her sleeping quarters.

           Cordelia’s intense focus weakened upon realizing that she wasn’t in her room. Instead, she was seated in an infirmary in Ylisse Castle. Glancing around at the stone walls and cabinets of medical supplies, she realized that she was currently the only person in the room.

           Looking down at the bed, the knight spotted a set of white blankets covering up her body. Pushing the sheets aside let her see that her armor had been replaced with a simple tunic and loose-fitting skirt. More concerning were the bandages currently wrapped around her right leg. The mere sight of the injury was enough to bring back vivid images of a spear stabbing into her flesh.

           Trying to move the legs a few inches made Cordelia wince. The pain intensified as she tried to shift her foot onto the ground and put some weight on the limb. Despite the sharp sensation that sprung from the wound to pass through her entire body, she pushed herself to take a few steps. Grasping onto the wall with one hand with the other still grasping the pitcher, she began the arduous task of moving towards the door. 

           “I… need to know what happened to my allies,” the knight spoke in order to motivate herself through each agonizing step.

           The red-haired woman only got a few feet away from her bed before the door opened up. Any worries about a potential attacker were dissuaded by a familiar head of silvery white hair, alongside a black and purple robe. While she was relieved to see Robin, the feeling was short-lived. Unable to rush back to her bed in her state, her ill-advised escape attempt was left out for his grey eyes to see.

           “While I am glad to see that you’re finally awake,” the tactician said as he approached, taking in hand the weaponized water pitcher, “you really shouldn’t be trying to move with that injury. You’re lucky you didn’t lose that leg.”

           “What happened after I passed out?” Cordelia asked, begrudgingly allowing Robin to take her hand. “How is everyone else?”

           “Aside from some minor scrapes and bruises, they’re doing fine,” Robin replied as he sat her back down on the bed. “All thanks to you, we managed to break through the defenses and take out the enemy forces. You should be proud.”

           “I don’t feel proud,” Cordelia said, wincing as a twitch of her leg sent a wave of pain through her. “I need to do better. Once I can move on my own, I’ll have to train harder.”

           “That will be for much later,” Robin insisted. “It may be a few months before you’re fully healed. For now, take this as a long overdue vacation.”

           “A vacation?” Cordelia asked.

           “Or at the very least, a chance for your body to relax,” Robin answered. “You’re always pushing yourself so hard. I’m honestly surprised that you haven’t hurt yourself in the process.” Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small pouch. “For instance, it might do you some good to eat something solid.”

           Accepting the bag, Cordelia pulled open the string to look inside. Her head tilted back as she got a whiff of something strong and meaty. Peeking inside, she was met with a bundle of jerky that looked about ready to burst through the fabric. Getting over the initial impact of the smoked meat’s smell, she was able to appreciate its allure thanks to a hungry growl from her stomach.

           “It’s a gift,” Robin spoke up, answering Cordelia’s unspoken question. “The people of a nearby village wanted to thank us for our help. We have a lot more in storage so feel free to eat as much as you like.”

           “I appreciate the gesture,” Cordelia replied, placing the sack on a bedside table, “but I will have to pass for now. I’ve been sedentary for far too long. If I end up overeating on fatty foods, my abilities will only continue to degrade.”

           Robin let out an exasperated sigh; very aware of the Pegasus Knight’s sense of perfection. “It will also get worse if you don’t eat anything,” he said as he made his way towards the door. “But if you want something lighter, the staff will be passing by soon. Just let them know what you want. And remember to take it easy. It’s the only way you’re going to get better.”

           “Understood,” Cordelia said with a salute, doing just enough to convince the tactician to leave the room.

           Left by herself once more, Cordelia realized that she didn’t have much to occupy herself with. At any other time, this would be her chance to either repair her equipment, tend to her pegasus, or do further training. Stuck in bed with none of her usual busy work available, all she had left was to look up towards the ceiling and try to contend with how she would actually spend this forced vacation time.

           Cordelia’s staring contest with the chandelier was interrupted by a hungry growl from her stomach. Tilting her head back down, her gaze fell upon the bag of jerky sitting on the edge of the bed. Despite her earlier grievances, she couldn’t deny the hunger born from her body’s recovery. With still plenty of time left before her injuries were fully healed, she had to set aside her misgivings and actually put something in her stomach.

            Grabbing the bag and resting it on her lap, Cordelia pulled out the first chunk of jerky she grabbed. Sinking her teeth into the meat, she realized that the smell from earlier was a herald to the same taste. The flavor was strong. So strong that she wasn’t sure most normal people could handle more than a few bites. However, it was just the right thing on her tongue at that moment. Spurred by her hungry stomach, she ended up nibbling through the entire chunk in a matter of seconds.

            Still feeling hungry, Cordelia reached into the bag for another helping. Once that strip was gone, her fingers automatically reached for more. While her hunger eventually subsided, she still kept chewing on the meat. Not to nourish herself, but to satisfy a new kind of feeling that pushed her to eat more and more. This sensation only let go of its grasp on her actions once she reached into the bag and found nothing left.

            Looking inside the sack to see only leftover salt left Cordelia with a bit of an internal crisis. After years of self-discipline, it didn’t sit right with her that she had so mindlessly stuffed herself. Pulling away the empty bag, she was somewhat horrified to see her belly sticking out an extra inch thanks to her overeating. Glaring daggers at the protrusion, she attempted to push it back in with a small press. All that succeeded in was letting a BWOOOOORRPPP roll up her throat to let her retaste the meaty meal.

            As the belch petered off, Cordelia winced at a small gasp echoing outside the room. Looking towards the door, she saw an infirmary woman standing nearby. Upon meeting the stranger’s eyes, the knight couldn’t help a sheen of red nearly as bright as her hair from spreading across her cheeks.

            “Um, do you need me to get anything?” the woman asked.

            “N-no, I’m just fine,” Cordelia said, averting her gaze as the woman wisely took her leave. “I need to get better,” she muttered to herself, tossing away the empty bag and stifling another belch into her elbow. “I can’t let my allies down.”

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           The prospect of getting some physical activity in after two weeks of bed rest was more than enough to get Cordelia moving. Aided by the assistance of a crutch, she hobbled out of her room and through the castle’s hallways. Her movements were much slower than she would have liked, but it was at least some form of exercise. However, that wasn’t nearly enough to compensate for what her sedentary routine had done to her figure.

            The muscles the Pegasus Knight had been so proud of had been gradually covered up by a layer of chubby fat. Her added weight was unfortunately emphasized by the small gown that had been allotted to her during her recovery. Some of the nurses that came by to visit on a regular basis tried to lift her spirits with comments on how her growth had added extra meat to her curves. However, she could tell their true intentions by the way people stared at her pudgy belly as she meandered through the corridors.

            Lost in a fugue state from the humiliating walk, Cordelia contemplated going back to her room. Recalling that being stuck in bed is what had led to her degrading muscles, she wanted to push herself to keep moving to try and shed off the extra pounds. Her internal struggle kept her wandering through the corridors, even if she didn’t have an exact destination in mind. As fate would have it, what ended up guiding her was a delicious aroma that called towards her ravenous belly.

            The clink of pots and pans made Cordelia realize that she had arrived at the kitchen. With the lunch hour having long passed, all that remained were a few cooks responsible for any specialty dishes in between preparing for the next meal. Considering that most of the Shepherds had left for patrol, she assumed that the abundance of leftover food had come from miscommunication between the staff. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help worrying about the extra sustenance that would be wasted.

            “Hey good to see you up and moving again,” Vaike called out, the bare-chested, muscular blonde man getting her attention with a wave of his half-eaten turkey leg.

            “Why aren’t you with the others?” Cordelia asked as the warrior took another bite.

            “They wanted some people to hang around the castle to make sure it was safe while they were out. They didn’t have to look any further than the one, the only, Vaike.”

            The grumble Cordelia summoned at the blonde’s proclamation was drowned out by the hungry growl from her stomach.

            “Didn’t remember seeing you at the mess hall earlier,” Vaike commented. “Have you eaten anything yet? You’re going to need it to get better.”

            “I think I’ve had more than enough nutrition to get by,” Cordelia said, clutching at the pudge around her mid-section. “If it means getting rid of my excess weight, starving myself a bit is a small price to pay.”

            The conviction behind Cordelia’s words held true, even if her body didn’t agree with her. As noble as she appeared to be, she couldn’t stop herself from shuddering in the wake of her hunger pangs. Feeling the crutch slipping from her grasp, she wisely took a seat at a nearby table before her injured leg could completely give out. The few moments she took to catch her breath provided an opportunity for a collection of plates loaded with meat to be pushed in front of her.

            “Look, you’re one of the toughest people I know,” Vaike said as he placed a mug of water next to the meal, “but even you need to eat. It’s the only way you’re going to get better.”

           “I appreciate your concern but-“

            “I’m not letting you leave here until you put down at least one of these plates,” Vaike said, moving the crutch away before the red-headed woman could grab it. “It’s for your own good.”

            At her peak, Cordelia had no doubt that she could have easily overpowered Vaike. Recalling her current state, she relented in looking over the collection of meat. What she settled on was a plate of sausages. Grabbing one of the links and biting down, she pondered that if she ate just a few of them, it would be enough to satisfy Vaike. That plan failed the moment the savory taste spread across her tongue.

            In reaction to Cordelia’s self-imposed starvation tactic, her body showed no remorse in convincing her to eat up the entire sausage in a few seconds. The next few links went just as fast as her stomach yearned for sustenance. This sudden burst of ravenous eating allowed her to finish off the plate. However, as the last link was swallowed and a small UUURRP left her lips, the lingering hunger in her gut pushed her fingers to reach for another serving of meat.

            Following Vaike’s example, the knight tore into a turkey leg next. As she stripped the meat from the bone, her other hand was already reaching for a plate of ham. Continuing her indulgent late lunch, she was aware that occasionally her chewing became interspersed with burps. While it was far from polite, she wasn’t too concerned about what Vaike would think. He was the one that asked her to stuff her face in the first place anyway. Besides, she was certain a barbaric man like him wouldn’t mind a little gas.

            Cordelia’s stray thought only had a few seconds to linger in her mind before they were halted by a single bubble sinking though her intestines. The frantic chewing came to a halt the moment a small PHHHRRRTTT managed to squeak out of her rear. As the sound echoed through the room, she couldn’t help herself from dropping the hunk of roast in her hands. Slowly turning her head to the side, she saw Vaike staring at her like she had just grown a second head.

            “I should UUURRRP go,” Cordelia said, quickly wiping her hands clean on her robe before grabbing her crutch and hurriedly shuffling out the door before Vaike could say anything.

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            Cordelia could hear the whispers being muttered too aloud across the training field. It was part of the very same cacophony of gossip passed along the castle’s staff. They all remarked about her appearance. A smaller collection was even able to describe the worsening nature of her digestion problems. As much as these words made her want to run back to the privacy of her room, she couldn’t stop now. Not after she had finally managed to leave her bed without the assistance of her crutch.

            Pudgy hands gripped tightly around a training spear; Cordelia attempted to engage in fierce combat with a training dummy. Chewing on her lips, she eyed up the wooden figure before charging as fast as her thickened, still recovering leg would allow. Each step made her wince as her wobbling ass cheeks shook within the confines of her tight pants. The very same force threatened to pop open her tunic to reveal the set of D-cup breasts hidden beneath the stretched fabric. Fighting against her pudgy belly’s desire for her to stop, she kept on running until she reached her target.

            The moment the Pegasus Knight’s spear struck the dummy; she was met with a fleeting sense of invigoration that she had severely missed. This sensation lasted until the momentum she had carried with her kept on going. Diving the spear deeper into the dummy in the process, her entire body slammed up against the wood. The force of the impact spelled the end for several seams keeping her outfit together, along with her balance.

            Bouncing off of the wooden target, Cordelia was granted the unpleasant sensation of her exposed butt crack crashing down into the mud below. The shivers brought about by the landing split open more of her tunic to expose her plumped up nipples. As her belly plopped out into her thighs, that was the moment the crowd watching her couldn’t keep themselves quiet any longer.

            The mutterings of the other soldiers that had come to watch her attempt grated on Cordelia’s ears. Whether the words were of mockery or concern, the fact that they were so focused on her sad, over 300-pound body was humiliating enough. Clutching her palms against her ears she just wanted it to stop. She got her wish as the bubbles riled up by her fall finally reached their breaking point.

            Cordelia’s lips were forced open to unleash a powerful BWOOOOOOORRRRPP that reeked of meat. Before she could curse Vaike for convincing her to load up on protein prior to exercise, she felt another rumble lower in her body. Try as she might to hold out against the bubbles, her efforts were for nought as a rippling PHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT burst out to bubble up the muddy pond she was sitting in.

            As the smell of the disgraced knight spread through the area, the crowd was forced to disperse. As she sat there, alone, covered in mud, and reeking of her poor diet choices, for the first time in a while she felt herself on the verge of tears. Just as she was about to breakdown, she felt a hand grasp her shoulder.

            “Are you hurt?”

            Tilting her head up towards the voice, she spotted the familiar grey locks and feather-shaped hair ornament of Sumia. The fellow Pegasus Knight was adorned in her own set of metal armor similar to the one Cordelia had been forced to leave back in her room. Looking over the more toned and thin woman, the red head didn’t know how to react. It took Sumia holding out an outstretched hand in order for Cordelia to even acknowledge her.

            “I’m…fine,” Cordelia replied, graciously accepting the assistance to stand back up. “Just a bit UUURRP rusty.”

            “I know that the doctors cleared you for light exercise,” Sumia began, lending her companion an arm as they walked together, “but that doesn’t mean you should throw yourself at training immediately. You still need to take it easy or else you’ll end up hurting yourself again.”

            “I’ve been taking it easy,” Cordelia insisted as she was set down at a bench. “That’s the reason I’ve put on so much BWOOORRRP weight. If I don’t do something to get back to my peak, who knows how long I’ll be stuck as-“

            Cordelia ended up interrupting herself with a small BRRAAAAAAAAPP squeaking out of her rear. In the wake of the fart, she hung her head low to avoid Sumia’s gaze. As she expected, she heard her companion swiftly walk away. She lost track of time as she sat there, trying to gather the energy to make the shameful trek back to her quarters to change.

            A pleasant aroma slipping in through Cordelia’s lingering fumes managed to get her to lift her head. Her eyes widened as she beheld a freshly baked meat pie seated next to her on the bench. Nearby the pastry was Sumia, a cloth dipped in perfume in her hands and a smile on her face.

            “I hope you don’t mind, but I think you needed a bite to eat,” Sumia said as she pushed the pie towards her companion. “I know that you want to push yourself and there’s only so much I can do to stop you. However, I think it would do you well to try and enjoy the vacation. You never know when another chance like this might come again.”

            As much as Cordelia’s stomach begged her to dive into the pie, her interest was in the look her companion looked towards her. On the surface, Sumia’s request had come from a genuine desire to help her friend. However, she couldn’t ignore the feeling that there was a hint of jealousy for wanting to take it easy. The longer Cordelia stared, the more the idea fermented in her head that she had more than earned a well-deserved break. With a nod, the red-headed woman showed her answer as she picked up the pie and took a bite.

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            It was a rare occasion when Tharja would leave the privacy of her chambers to do some research. As much as she hated having to deal with other people, there were only so many books her room could hold. Going down to the library during an unpopulated part of the day, the sorceress with a grim stare and dark hair hoped to have a chance to peruse the tomes at her leisure. Even if they did try to bother her, the collection of hexes written on the text before her would mean that they would quickly learn their lesson.

            Tharja’s quiet was broken by a loud BWOOOOOOOORRRPP echoing through the library. Left stunned by the sudden expulsion, she tried to return back to her reading. She only managed to get a few sentences in before an equally loud PPHHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTT filled the area. Unable to concentrate under these conditions, she slammed her book shut as she stood up from her seat.

            “Whoever you are, I think I need to teach you some manners,” Tharja said as she readied a curse. “The hard way.”

            As Tharja turned the corner, the fury behind her impending spell faded upon finding the source of the expulsions. What she saw was a woman with a familiar set of red hair currently helping herself to a collection of jerky. As the plump fingers continued to shove the dried meat into the obese girl’s mouth, her free hand pawed through a book. Daring to take a few steps closer, the sorceress was left even more stunned as she realized the identity of the noisy eater.

            Before Cordelia’s name could be said aloud, any words Tharja could mutter were drowned out by an ominous creak. The sound gave way to a loud CRACK as the chair supporting the red head’s 400 pounds of weight broke apart. Coming crashing down to the ground, the tunic that had been sewn to accommodate her blubbery belly could only hold so much of the vibrations brought about her double-wide backside hitting the ground. As the fabric tore to allow Tharja to see the budding hairs around Cordelia’s navel and a portion of her plumped up tits.

            As the sorceress took a few, cautious steps to help her fallen ally, she was stopped by an unsettling groan. Cordelia’s first attempt to sit herself up resulted in a repeat of the rippling fart that had drawn Tharja’s attention in the first place. Through the release of another BRRRAAAAAAAAPPPP, the slobby Pegasus Knight managed to shuffle her way over to the table. Carefully pulling herself to her feet with the aid of the furniture, she was able to signal her victory with a deep BWOOOOOOOOOORRRRPP rolling up her throat.

            “What happened to you?” Tharja asked as she held her sleeve up against her face.

            “The chairs here aren’t the best for supporting extra UUUURRP weight,” Cordelia replied. “I keep finding new ones, but none of them are very comfortable. I might need to talk to OOOUUURRRRPP Chrom about where he gets his furniture.”

            “I meant, why are you so big and-“

            Scrunching up her face, Cordelia let another PHHHHRRRRTTT slip out.

            “Rancid!” Tharja finished with a muffled shout.

            “It’s all a part of my vacation,” Cordelia responded, swaying around her thick legs to kick the remains of her chair into a corner to be cleaned up later. “While I can’t do my usual UUUURRRPP exercises, I might as well put my efforts into fully experiencing true relaxation.”

            “Then why don’t you go visit a beach or something?” Tharja suggested, wincing as she got another whiff of Cordelia’s odor.

            “It would take too long,” Cordelia replied as she grabbed another chair to be her next victim. “Besides, I’ve been meaning to go through the BWOOOOOOORRRRRPP back log of books my companions have been recommending me. This seems like the perfect UUUUURRRPPP opportunity.”

            “I’m happy that you’re enjoying the break,” Tharja began, watching as Cordelia helped herself to one of the many bags of jerky strewn amongst the tomes, “but you need to do it somewhere else. I came here to study, not to choke on your-“

            Another loud rumbling noise drowned out whatever words Tharja had left to say. The cause came in the form of a mighty PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTTT erupting from Cordelia’s ass cheeks as she settled in. Too engrossed with the book in front of her, the red head didn’t hear Tharja choking on the toxic fumes, nor the sound of the sorceress’s hurried footsteps to find a place with cleaner air.

            By the time the fart petered off, Cordelia lifted up her head to find her friend gone. In the back of her mind was a hint of guilt surrounding the disruptions caused by her body. That feeling was almost immediately overwritten by a single grumble from her gut. Rather than hold back the pressure, a quick glance to ensure she was alone let the knight push out another bout of flatulence.

            Cordelia’s privacy let her give into the temptation to willingly inhale the fumes. Despite how rancid her gas had become, there was something that instilled in her an odd sense of pride. After having spent so much time trying to be a refined knight, the act of acting so rude was like releasing chains that had been holding her back her entire life. Grateful for the unique experience bestowed onto her by fate, she rubbed at the exposed portion of her belly as she reached out for more food.

            As the red head grasped another sack of jerky, she had to pause as creaks emanated from the chair beneath her. Slowly pulling back her arm with her bounty in tow, she carefully shifted her weight before returning her attention to her book. If she was going to risk breaking another chair, it was going to be after she finished off one more chapter.

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            A line of servants stood outside of Cordelia’s room, dreading whoever would be called in next. In each of their hands they carried some form of meaty dish; the former Pegasus Knight having gained an addiction to the carnivorous diet over the course of her leave from duty. Around their faces were wrapped bits of perfume-dipped handkerchiefs to deal with the stench that permeated Cordelia’s chambers. Though the staff did manage to combat some of the stench, there was only so much they could handle of the former knight’s corrupted digestive tract.

            As the first group shuffled out on shaky legs, the line outside moved in to take their turn. Their duties were done quickly as they focused on what little they could do before the smell became too much. This mostly meant picking up the licked clean platters of food and replacing them with new ones. While some made the effort to pick up discarded and torn pieces of clothing, the heft of the fabric kept them from making much of an impact.

            Any progress made came to a screeching halt upon a loud rumble emanating from the room. Rather than stick around to endure what came next, the staff grabbed what they could and ran out. Unfortunately, an unlucky man ended up stumbling into the stacks of book near the king-sized bed. He subjected to the brunt force of the BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP that filled the room with another helping of pungent gas. With the aid of the other servants, the man was dragged out. While the room would be deemed too toxic for most, it was a habitat that its owner had become quite fond of.

            Cordelia didn’t try to move as the door to her room was shut. The slam sent jiggles cascading through her blubbery, 500-pound figure to strain the set of unwashed bra and panties providing a miniscule amount of cover. The bra’s once lacy appearance had turned dingy from the mass of stains that had been caught by her head-sized breasts. A similar strain around her panties left them to struggle against her wide hips, along with fighting the bushel of red hair sticking out of her groin. Adjusting her undergarment to make a modest attempt at taking care of the wedgie stuck between her doughy ass cheeks, further irritated the bubbles within her. Rather than fight against the pressure building up in her flabby belly, she picked up a pudgy hand from her book and pressed it into her mid-section.

            Another PHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRTTTT filled the room that made the hair on Cordelia’s legs and arms stand on end. Waving around the blubbery appendages to spread the stench, she willingly sucked up her gas to fully embrace it. Belting out a powerful BWOOOOOOORRRPP to add to the stench, she felt a sense of peace unlike anything she had achieved during her time on the battlefield.

            With her body surrounded with a freshly rancid miasma, the former knight turned hedonistic slob returned to her entertainment. In her case, that meant perusing romance novels with one hand while the other stuffed her face. Partaking from the dishes left for her by the staff, she made a mental note to try and release as much gas as possible before their next visit. While she loved the warmth and aroma of her stench, she at least wanted to make a modest attempt at supporting the people helping her keep up this shut-in lifestyle.

            Just before Cordelia could sink deep into a more “passionate” novel to fuel another type of sedentary activity, she was stopped by a knock at the door. “Don’t come in BWOOOOOORRPPP yet,” she belched out, taking a chance to scratch at her bushels of armpit hair. “I would advise you stay out until the gas UUUUUURRRRPPP subsides.”

            Despite the corrupted knight’s warning, the door opened on its own. Through the entrance walked a familiar figure with black and purple robes. With silvery white hair sticking out over a makeshift gas mask, Robin looked around the room and gave a shake of his head.

            “Cordelia, we need to talk about your vacation,” Robin began.

            “I believe I have BWOOOOOORRRRRP perfected it,” Cordelia said before helping herself to a bag of jerky.

            “This is far past just taking a vacation,” the tactician replied, carefully stepping around a platter of chicken bones stripped clean of any meat. “What happened to your desire to go back to the battlefield?”

            “I don’t see any point,” Cordelia answered, leaning to the side of her bed to rip another PHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT. “The effort to regain my physical BWOOOOOOOORRPP peak is too much. I might as well extend my vacation OOOOOOOUUUURRRP indefinitely.”

            “It’s been six months,” Robin pointed out, clutching the mask closer to his face to block out the flatulence. “Effective immediately, I’m calling you back in for duty.”

            Cordelia let out a husky laugh that sent tremors through her fat once more. “I appreciate your faith in UUUUURRPP me, but that would be a foolish decision.” Rolling herself over, she crawled over to the side of the bed to let her belly hang between her legs. “The only thing this body could realistically do is take a few BWOOOOOOORRRPP hits.”

            “That’s why a special trainer is going to put you through an extreme training course,” Robin answered. “Somone how has a more personal reason for wanting to get you back into shape.”

            A severe sense of dread pierced through the slobby night’s sense of relaxation. “Who is that?”

            Cordelia got her answer as she heard a series of heavy stomps coming from outside. The sound of a fart reverberating through the corridor sent the waiting staff running. As the source of the foot falls and gas stepped into the doorway, the pride the Pegasus Knight had for her lazy, gassy lifestyle completely vanished. In its place, was a realization of what her actions would eventually lead to.

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            Under the heat of the sun, Cordelia was sent to run across the field as fast as her blubbery legs would carry her. Each step sent a sprinkle of sweat flying off of her fatty body as it attempted to keep moving. With her oversized top and pants already drenched from the perspiration, part of her wanted nothing more than to find a spot for her to collapse. Preferably with something heavy in calories to replenish what she lost from the run.

            “WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD BWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPP STOP?!”

            The call did the job of getting Cordelia moving again. Sitting on the sidelines, Severa watched as her mother struggled to finish even a single lap around the stables. When she had initially came to this timeline, the only thing she shared with Cordelia was her red hair and pursuit of perfection. After the knight’s little vacation, the young woman had to unfortunately deal with some other changes.

            Looking away from the struggling knight, Severa looked down towards the belly pudge sticking out from the middle of her tunic. Still furious that the fat had mostly left her chest and buttocks untouched, she wiggled around the unwanted bulge. Wincing as she let out another PHHHHRRRTTT from her rear to whip around her twin pigtails, she once more turned her fury towards her trainee.

            “KEEP IT OOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPP GOING OR NO LUNCH FOR YOU,” Severa called out, ensuring that her mother was properly motivated to get both of their bodies back to their normal sizes.