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Elarae leaned back in her chair, breathing a sigh of content while rubbing her slightly swollen stomach, which was pushing its way out of her bed robes. She just had finished polishing off the last of the muffins her husband had left for her before he went off for his morning sparring. Mountains of wrappers were crumpled up on the table, sitting there as a testament to the act of gluttony the young woman had just performed. These acts of binge eating have become all but second nature to the young druid, due to years of stress and the trauma of having to save the world multiple times. She found comfort in food, something warm and soothing that her icy body simply seemed to crave. With her husband Saar, going out and sparring with his friends atop the Athon skyline, the food he prepares for her is something she loves to have, because at least it reminds her of him.

All that aside however, at the current moment all she could do is lean back in her chair, taking shallow breaths as her stomach was just overfull with muffins, pastries, and other breakfast items; her body didn’t allow her to do much more than to sit and admire the grove of trees that their dining room rested inside of. As she sat there, letting her overfull stomach do its job, she thought about what she would do today, since the Realm had not needed her help in years, and her adventuring days with her childhood friends had been long over. Minutes passed before her lethargic overstuffed body was comfortable enough to get herself up off the chair in the kitchen of her place. She let out another heavy sigh, almost to tell herself that it is time to get up, and turned to the massive dire wolf that was resting it’s head on its paws next to her.
“What do you say, Lucid? Want to go out to out and play in the forest while I paint something? Should be a nice day outside,” Elarae asked the rather intimidating wolf-beast as if it were nothing more than a simple lapdog. Its response was a deep resonating bark that shook leaves off of the trees in their dining room grove, as its tail thrashed back and forth in a destructive wag. “Ok, ok Lucid. No need to get too excited,” she giggled, “let me go get dressed and we’ll head out.”

Elarae removed herself from the chair, much to her stomach’s protest, and headed through the stone archway portal that would bring her back from the grove to the main living room in their demi-plane domicile. She walked through her place, seeing all of Saar’s old adventuring equipment on the walls of the living room and smiled at all the paintings of hers that adorned their living quarters. She walked slowly up the stairs to the bedrooms, as she always would, as the empty bedrooms for her two children were always the first thing she always saw. She sighed audibly, “I’ll have to go visit those two soon… I really can’t believe my two babies are out there slaying dragons, saving the town, and all that.” she frowned at the thought of her son and daughter in danger’s way, “but it’s good for them… they’ll learn a lot… right?” she asks herself like she always does when passing by their rooms. She finally emerges through the doorway to her bedroom, where she begins to strip off the robe she was wearing, fabric sliding down her smooth pale skin, wisps of frost following it on its way down as her exposed frozen flesh began to suck the heat out of the room. The woman stood there for a minute, looking over her wardrobe as she decided to wear, moisture condensing onto her body, and dripping down her pale skin, freezing onto her flesh, before flaking off every time she moved. Eventually, upon deciding she grabbed some undergarments and her favorite pink dress from the closet and began dressing. “nnnnrg, close damn it,” she grunted to herself as she attempted to fasten the strap on her bra, which looked like it was currently a size or so too small for Elarae. After a good amount of fighting, she was able to latch the black straps together, the flesh of her breasts oozing above and below the cups on the bra as they overflowed it, the strap cutting into her back slightly. “What the Hells? Did this thing shrink on me?” the girl quizzically asked herself as she looked at the feeble bra trying to hold the mammary flesh contained within. “Oh well, no biggie,” she mutters in a matter of fact sort of way, as she uses her Druid nature and magical control over her body to shrink away the extra girth she seemed to have picked up from her daily binges. This was not the first time the girl absentmindedly disguised away the effects of her gluttony, as this was something she did many years ago when she was adventuring. It was a process she did in the same way someone might adjust their glasses or yawn, an automatic habit. She hadn't even taken the time to realize that the extra poundage might have come from all the ice cream she spent gorging on late last night. Thanks to her ‘little trick’ her clothes now fit and she was able to slide into the rest of her undergarments and dress with ease. She picked up an easel and supplies, and waved for her wolf Lucid to accompany her. Lucid bounded her way, panting happily as she rushed to her owner's side, ready to venture out into the forest for some hunting while Elarae would record the lovely surroundings in paint.

“Let's go!” Fully dressed and equipped with all of the necessary tools of the trade, she exited her house with a quick jog and crossing her way into the forest, with her wolf at her side holding the pace. Together with her canine companion they explored the woods with high energy, dew still dotting the leaves, trudging atop the leaves flattened by travelers before them. They ultimately stumbled upon a clearing open enough for Elarae to prepare her easel, with a lovely view of a forest brook coupled with beams of light that peaked in through breaks in the foliage.

“How about we settle down here?” she cheerfully asked her canine companion. Lucid stood still, his ears twitching from the sound of breaking twigs too quiet for Elarae to hear, before bounding off in the direction of the crackling noise. “Where are you going?” She asked, yet by time the words could escape her mouth Lucid had gone, searching for whatever small mammal or bird had displaced those twigs.

“I guess I'll be doing this on my own,” she laughed, completely used to this sort of behavior from her companion. She began leaning her easel against a nearby tree so that she wouldn't need to hold it while she rummaged through her bag to prepare her supplies. While she was unpacking her tools the easel slid down the tree slightly as the legs ran across the slick, wet grass. The stand knocked aside a smaller rock, which supported a precarious pyramid pile. The rocks all rolled aside, revealing under them a patch of dirt with a pattern etched into it, a dispelling seal which had been hidden and deactivated by a group of travelers not so long ago. For such a small seal it had powerful nullifying capabilities, able to render any spell useless, including the one Elarae used to hide the weight she accumulated through her ceaseless stuffing.

“All right, I have all of the colors I need! Excellent!” She sat down her bag of supplies gleefully as she walked over to pick up and relocate her easel, too caught up in the art she was moments away from making to notice how her clothes were more constricting and clingy on her skin. Within seconds the sleeves of her purple jacket pinched lightly into her flabby arms while the front of the fabric of her dress began to hug her growing stomach, the end of the flowing garment creeping up from its low-lying position near her ankles to her shins. Her body continued swelling outward in every direction as she looked around for a place to set up her easel. Elarae was a cheerful young lady who could wrap herself up single-mindedly in an activity, and normally she wouldn't notice such a gain from a meal until well after, so it was not too far off for her to not understand that she was quickly closing in on 200 pounds. She was never one to notice, for example, extra bouncy and deep cleavage or display or that increasing amounts of blubbery thighs were being displayed each passing second, barely even noticing that her pacing around the forest was becoming more and more cumbersome as her usual perky step began to transform into an awkward waddle.

“Here, this place is perfect! It’s right across from the stream where I need it!” She wedged the tripod legs of the canvas into the dirt and surveyed the water one last time before drawing it, when the canvas quietly fell down backwards, landing in the grass quietly. “Huh?” Her growing belly, now pushing out far and beginning to hang down in her lap, had knocked down the easel in its journey to hang down to the ground, and it wasn't stopping there. Elarae gasped, quickly muttering the usual incantation to halt and reverse her body's growth as her hips grew ever wider and her skirt was now riding high up her thunder thighs, ready to slide right up her plump rump in a couple more pounds.

“It's not working, it's not working!” she panicked as every calorie and pound accumulated over the years surged onto her body as she blimped outwards in an explosion of tan flesh. Her belly bulged straight outwards while hanging down in front of her, weighing down upon her legs while at the same time giving her breasts a place to rest. As each became more and more heavy such a luxury for her mammoth mammaries was necessary. A quick sudden expansion in her rear caused her skirt to zip all the way up, the poor young woman's panties having difficulty covering the growing cheeks, which over the course of the gain had slipped out from their confines and now bulged out free and exposed.

“I really hope these forests are as empty as I think they are,” she lamented, wobbling around clumsily as she approached unfamiliar levels of roundness with her belly hanging far from the front of her dress. She held out her chunky arms straight to give herself balance, attempting to turn herself around so she could return home and find some way to regain her normal size. She led with one food in front of the other, wobbling and bouncing around with all of the grace of a hippo as her growing body continued to reduce her dress to simply comical proportions.

Artist's Note: I love this character!

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Elarae leaned back in her chair, breathing a sigh of content while rubbing her slightly swollen stomach, which was pushing its way out of her bed robes. She just had finished polishing off the last of the muffins her husband had left for her before he went off for his morning sparring. Mountains of wrappers were crumpled up on the table, sitting there as a testament to the act of gluttony the young woman had just performed. These acts of binge eating have become all but second nature to the young druid, due to years of stress and the trauma of having to save the world multiple times. She found comfort in food, something warm and soothing that her icy body simply seemed to crave. With her husband Saar, going out and sparring with his friends atop the Athon skyline, the food he prepares for her is something she loves to have, because at least it reminds her of him.

All that aside however, at the current moment all she could do is lean back in her chair, taking shallow breaths as her stomach was just overfull with muffins, pastries, and other breakfast items; her body didn’t allow her to do much more than to sit and admire the grove of trees that their dining room rested inside of. As she sat there, letting her overfull stomach do its job, she thought about what she would do today, since the Realm had not needed her help in years, and her adventuring days with her childhood friends had been long over. Minutes passed before her lethargic overstuffed body was comfortable enough to get herself up off the chair in the kitchen of her place. She let out another heavy sigh, almost to tell herself that it is time to get up, and turned to the massive dire wolf that was resting it’s head on its paws next to her.
“What do you say, Lucid? Want to go out to out and play in the forest while I paint something? Should be a nice day outside,” Elarae asked the rather intimidating wolf-beast as if it were nothing more than a simple lapdog. Its response was a deep resonating bark that shook leaves off of the trees in their dining room grove, as its tail thrashed back and forth in a destructive wag. “Ok, ok Lucid. No need to get too excited,” she giggled, “let me go get dressed and we’ll head out.”

Elarae removed herself from the chair, much to her stomach’s protest, and headed through the stone archway portal that would bring her back from the grove to the main living room in their demi-plane domicile. She walked through her place, seeing all of Saar’s old adventuring equipment on the walls of the living room and smiled at all the paintings of hers that adorned their living quarters. She walked slowly up the stairs to the bedrooms, as she always would, as the empty bedrooms for her two children were always the first thing she always saw. She sighed audibly, “I’ll have to go visit those two soon… I really can’t believe my two babies are out there slaying dragons, saving the town, and all that.” she frowned at the thought of her son and daughter in danger’s way, “but it’s good for them… they’ll learn a lot… right?” she asks herself like she always does when passing by their rooms. She finally emerges through the doorway to her bedroom, where she begins to strip off the robe she was wearing, fabric sliding down her smooth pale skin, wisps of frost following it on its way down as her exposed frozen flesh began to suck the heat out of the room. The woman stood there for a minute, looking over her wardrobe as she decided to wear, moisture condensing onto her body, and dripping down her pale skin, freezing onto her flesh, before flaking off every time she moved. Eventually, upon deciding she grabbed some undergarments and her favorite pink dress from the closet and began dressing. “nnnnrg, close damn it,” she grunted to herself as she attempted to fasten the strap on her bra, which looked like it was currently a size or so too small for Elarae. After a good amount of fighting, she was able to latch the black straps together, the flesh of her breasts oozing above and below the cups on the bra as they overflowed it, the strap cutting into her back slightly. “What the Hells? Did this thing shrink on me?” the girl quizzically asked herself as she looked at the feeble bra trying to hold the mammary flesh contained within. “Oh well, no biggie,” she mutters in a matter of fact sort of way, as she uses her Druid nature and magical control over her body to shrink away the extra girth she seemed to have picked up from her daily binges. This was not the first time the girl absentmindedly disguised away the effects of her gluttony, as this was something she did many years ago when she was adventuring. It was a process she did in the same way someone might adjust their glasses or yawn, an automatic habit. She hadn't even taken the time to realize that the extra poundage might have come from all the ice cream she spent gorging on late last night. Thanks to her ‘little trick’ her clothes now fit and she was able to slide into the rest of her undergarments and dress with ease. She picked up an easel and supplies, and waved for her wolf Lucid to accompany her. Lucid bounded her way, panting happily as she rushed to her owner's side, ready to venture out into the forest for some hunting while Elarae would record the lovely surroundings in paint.

“Let's go!” Fully dressed and equipped with all of the necessary tools of the trade, she exited her house with a quick jog and crossing her way into the forest, with her wolf at her side holding the pace. Together with her canine companion they explored the woods with high energy, dew still dotting the leaves, trudging atop the leaves flattened by travelers before them. They ultimately stumbled upon a clearing open enough for Elarae to prepare her easel, with a lovely view of a forest brook coupled with beams of light that peaked in through breaks in the foliage.

“How about we settle down here?” she cheerfully asked her canine companion. Lucid stood still, his ears twitching from the sound of breaking twigs too quiet for Elarae to hear, before bounding off in the direction of the crackling noise. “Where are you going?” She asked, yet by time the words could escape her mouth Lucid had gone, searching for whatever small mammal or bird had displaced those twigs.

“I guess I'll be doing this on my own,” she laughed, completely used to this sort of behavior from her companion. She began leaning her easel against a nearby tree so that she wouldn't need to hold it while she rummaged through her bag to prepare her supplies. While she was unpacking her tools the easel slid down the tree slightly as the legs ran across the slick, wet grass. The stand knocked aside a smaller rock, which supported a precarious pyramid pile. The rocks all rolled aside, revealing under them a patch of dirt with a pattern etched into it, a dispelling seal which had been hidden and deactivated by a group of travelers not so long ago. For such a small seal it had powerful nullifying capabilities, able to render any spell useless, including the one Elarae used to hide the weight she accumulated through her ceaseless stuffing.

“All right, I have all of the colors I need! Excellent!” She sat down her bag of supplies gleefully as she walked over to pick up and relocate her easel, too caught up in the art she was moments away from making to notice how her clothes were more constricting and clingy on her skin. Within seconds the sleeves of her purple jacket pinched lightly into her flabby arms while the front of the fabric of her dress began to hug her growing stomach, the end of the flowing garment creeping up from its low-lying position near her ankles to her shins. Her body continued swelling outward in every direction as she looked around for a place to set up her easel. Elarae was a cheerful young lady who could wrap herself up single-mindedly in an activity, and normally she wouldn't notice such a gain from a meal until well after, so it was not too far off for her to not understand that she was quickly closing in on 200 pounds. She was never one to notice, for example, extra bouncy and deep cleavage or display or that increasing amounts of blubbery thighs were being displayed each passing second, barely even noticing that her pacing around the forest was becoming more and more cumbersome as her usual perky step began to transform into an awkward waddle.

“Here, this place is perfect! It’s right across from the stream where I need it!” She wedged the tripod legs of the canvas into the dirt and surveyed the water one last time before drawing it, when the canvas quietly fell down backwards, landing in the grass quietly. “Huh?” Her growing belly, now pushing out far and beginning to hang down in her lap, had knocked down the easel in its journey to hang down to the ground, and it wasn't stopping there. Elarae gasped, quickly muttering the usual incantation to halt and reverse her body's growth as her hips grew ever wider and her skirt was now riding high up her thunder thighs, ready to slide right up her plump rump in a couple more pounds.

“It's not working, it's not working!” she panicked as every calorie and pound accumulated over the years surged onto her body as she blimped outwards in an explosion of tan flesh. Her belly bulged straight outwards while hanging down in front of her, weighing down upon her legs while at the same time giving her breasts a place to rest. As each became more and more heavy such a luxury for her mammoth mammaries was necessary. A quick sudden expansion in her rear caused her skirt to zip all the way up, the poor young woman's panties having difficulty covering the growing cheeks, which over the course of the gain had slipped out from their confines and now bulged out free and exposed.

“I really hope these forests are as empty as I think they are,” she lamented, wobbling around clumsily as she approached unfamiliar levels of roundness with her belly hanging far from the front of her dress. She held out her chunky arms straight to give herself balance, attempting to turn herself around so she could return home and find some way to regain her normal size. She led with one food in front of the other, wobbling and bouncing around with all of the grace of a hippo as her growing body continued to reduce her dress to simply comical proportions.

Artist's Note: I love this character!