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(Fire Emblem: The Blazing Blade/Commission)

Lyndis did not truly think of herself as the judgmental type. She tried to be accepting of all people, as long as they did not do anything immediately that made them unworthy of being accepted. she tried to show a level of understanding before she could truly saw what she thought of a person and her opinions on them as a whole. However, now that she was a noble woman, living as the precious trophy wife of the great and mighty Marquis himself, she had developed a new tendency to get a little 'picky' about others. She wasn't always as kind in her mind as she could be with her actions. Especially now that so many women she knew, including numerous friends of hers that she had met during the war days, were starting to grow outrageously obese. A degree of 'out of shape' never before seen across the entire land of Elibe before now.
When or how this whole 'weight gain epidemic began', the green-haired woman had never actually paid attention closely enough to know. It was a total mystery to her. She would have thought that it would be easy to keep up one's health even in times of peace. All one had to do was avoid eating excessively and to put in some daily exercises now and then. Having lived on the plains by her lonesome for many years of her life, Lyn had adopted a routine that she followed every single morning to ensure she was at her most physically capable. Nowadays that routine included a full hour of cardio and stretching followed by a quick jog around the premises, which was finally concluded with breakfast in the dining hall. Lyn did this every single day without exception. She had even done it today before she and Hector began the ride across the country to attend this special dinner.
'Just look at them! Why do they have to eat so much? I don't understand it!' Lyn was beside herself with both concern and, though she didn't want to openly admit it, disgust about how her fellow ladies were behaving. It was highly inconsiderate that they would eat in this manner, disregarding many of the manners they had surely been well aware of before coming here. Lyn looked around the massive banquet hall. There were many other guests, including men and much thinner women, who were watching them. They didn't seem to be overall pleased with that they saw. Lyn had no idea what was being whispered so coarsely under their breaths, but there wasn't much to doubt about it being bad.
Lyn looked down at the plate in front of her, which was stacked with all manner of edibles, from roast beef coated in gravy sauce to potatoes and cauliflower blanketed in a thin layer of bread crumbs and garlic. It all looked delicious, but what she had picked for herself was quite sparse when compared to what her companions were eating. She might as well have been starving herself. Eyeing her friends, Lyn felt like starving herself was the only proper thing for her to do. After all, she didn't want to risk ending up like THEM in any regard.
Sitting on either side of her were large women aplenty. Loud, gorging, burping hogs. Chubsters on the right, porkers on the left. Fatties of true indomitable girth like Fiora and Serra were scarfing down entire slices of pot roast and stacks of potato pancakes as if they were nothing but liquid. How they could eat so much without a single care, without even thinking about how full they were becoming or what it was doing to their already destroyed figures, it was baffling to Lyn. They both pushed their plates away at the exact same time. They had cleaned them off so well that there was not even a single crumb to be found. Fiora and Serra seemed to continue to operate perfectly in sync with each other as they brought their hands to their engorged guts and began to rub them. Fiora cooed, Serra moaned.
Fiora took a quick sideways glance at Serra before her plump lips unfurled into a disapproving snarl. She was oddly competitive when it came to the act of gaining weight. Lyn didn't understand it, especially because no one here was actively growing fatter on purpose like she was. Serra's bigness, Priscilla's plumpness and Farina's heftiness were products of greed and gluttony, true, but they hadn't done it because they desired the side-effects. Fiora was the only one like that. Lyn wasn't one to fail to understand the spirit of competition. Still, competing to get fatter and more obese than the others, that was going to go right over her head every single time.
Fiora pressed her hands down onto her big, round ball of a belly. She started to move her plump palms all over, attempting to work out the 'kinks' that forced her to continue to suffer from this sensation of fullness. It was in her best interest that she made some more room in her gut as soon as possible. She wanted to be able to keep eating and keep GROWING.
Serra, on the other hand, wasn't too worried about eating more. Of course, she would have liked to do so as soon as the chance presented itself, but she was having a lot of fun simply reveling in her fullness. It was so good, having a belly that had been pumped so full of food that it felt like her skin was stretched paper-thin. Her husband was probably staring at her from somewhere with the biggest, cheekiest grin on his face. Serra had no proof of this being true, but imagining it was enough to get her to giggle and snort.
Lyn stabbed her fork into a whole slice of pot roast and thrust it into her mouth all at once. She was beginning to grow increasingly agitated as she let her thoughts fester.
"Say, Serra," Fiora spoke up, her eyes clearly eyeing the massive slice of tiramisu sitting right in front of the other woman.
"Yes, Fiora?" Serra smirked through her jowls. She already knew what it was that her friend was going to say. She liked to let things play out though, for fun's sake.
"You're not...um...going to be eating that tiramisu, are you?"
"Now, hold on, why do you think I'm not going to eat it?"
"Because...because surely you're so FULL at this point!" Fiora reached over and took a handful of Serra's meat, giving it a firm shake at the same time. Serra let out a gasp. She hadn't expected the green-haired woman to suddenly get so brazen. In response to being suddenly touched in such a manner, Serra decided to respond in kind, leaning over her own bloated abdomen and giving a firm slap to the surface of Fiora's tummy. This made the older woman yelp out loud, which also caused a rather hot and airy belch to fly out of her throat too. The two of them stared at one another, eyes wider than the dinner plates they ate off, before they both burst into a belly-flopping bout of laughter.
"You...you really think I'd let you have my tiramisu, don't you?"
"You...you're not...you're not seriously thinking...that you can eat that, can you? With YOUR stomach?"
Serra raised an eyebrow after hearing that one. "What was that? What's wrong with my stomach? I'm BIGGER than you, you know! Look at me! I'm as big as a boulder!"
"Yes, but even still, is your stomach capacity as stretched as mine?" Fiora raised an eyebrow. "Just because your stomach happens to be so much wider does not mean that you can handle the same capacity that I can!"
Serra couldn't even believe what she was hearing. "That sounds like an excuse you came up with to claim that you're still better than me despite being smaller! And besides, I'm not trying to gain weight on purpose! I just ended up this way because I love food! Especially sweets! Just like this tiramisu, for example!"
"It's the last piece! Don't hog the whole thing for yourself!"
"If you ask the waiters to get you another slice, they would do it, you know!"
"I want THAT one! Look at all of that cream on it! There won't be another one like it!"
Fiora and Serra might have been laughing just a few moments ago, but now they were bickering with one another like a pair of spoiled children. Extremely fat adult spoiled children, to be more exact. Lyn gobbled another slice of pork roast and swallowed it down with a great swig of wine. She couldn't believe that they were acting like this, where everyone could see them and judge them for it. Lyn wasn't about to do something so cruel as to look down on them with an upturned nose, but she was certainly thinking things in a manner akin to that. She simply couldn't accept them for how they were behaving. It was altogether a rather unpleasant bit of behavior. The two fatsos were both making pitiful grabs for the tiramisu, as if it were something legitimately important to their livelihoods. Seriously, if Fiora hadn't been so stubborn, she would have simply ordered a piece of tiramisu for herself. Serra was still the fatter woman here, whether she wanted to believe in that or not.
Then on the opposite end of the table, there was Farina and Priscilla. Lyn was slightly less disturbed with them, though not by all that much less. Farina was scarfing down chicken wings and a bucket of gravy like it was no big deal. She was smaller than the others, and Lyn was able to use her keen eye to pick up the bare presence of muscle on all of that soft flab, but Farina was going nowhere but up in terms of obesity if her dietary habits weren't curbed soon enough. Lyn had a desire to ask Dart why he let his wife grow so out of shape, but that was seriously a question she could throw at any of these women's husbands. She shook her head. Farina seemed like she had a chance to fix things and get back into shape, but with how she brazenly glutted herself in front of everyone, Lyn doubted that things would change for her anytime soon.
Priscilla was one of the fatter girls, bigger than Fiora (but only slightly) though still smaller than Serra. She had a massive backside, the sort that had already tore a huge hole into the back of her dress. It had been present there from the very first moment Lyn met with her tonight. She wondered if someone would finally muster up the guts to tell her what had happened, but otherwise the cheeky redhead seemed blissfully unaware of her wardrobe malfunction. She had the biggest, dumbest grin on her fat face as she gorged her way through an entire bacon and cheese quiche. If Lyn listened a little more closely, she could have sworn she heard Priscilla humming a cheery tune under her breath the entire time. Such wanton gluttony was unbecoming of a noble woman, honestly. Though if Lyn believed what she had heard, apparently it was her husband Erk that had convinced her that such hedonism was something 'encouraged' among the nobles. Lyn ate a few pieces of cauliflower and broccoli dipped in olive oil and garlic. Her mind was cracking apart as she attempted to comprehend the mental gymnastics performed to believe such lies in the first place. Lyn pitted Priscilla in a way because of that.
'If Hector ever attempted to convince me that I was better off being so fat and lazy,' Lyn thought to herself, not even noticing how she had accepted the second plate a passing waiter offered to her, stacked with more edibles to munch on, 'I would tell him to put up his dukes, because I'd sooner fight him in the ring then let my waist grow soft!'
Priscilla suddenly looked up from her quiche. She turned her head and met gazes with Lyn, who had been staring a little longer than she meant to. She smiled back at her. There were some foodstuffs still clinging to her cheeks, but she was quick to wipe them all away. At least she had some sense of cleanliness still in mind.
"Are you enjoying the festivities, Lyn? It's been so long since we've last seen each other, I was really hoping that you would get to have fun tonight, especially after the long trip you and Hector made to come here!"
"Y-Yes, well, it is all rather extravagant, I won't deny that! I'm impressed you were able to put together such a feast that could feed every single visitor here several times over! It must have been quite the undertaking!"
"Oh, I don't know about that...UURPP..." Priscilla belched into her napkin, and then laughed it off with a sheepish grin. "It was Erk and my parents that oversaw most of it, though I did help when I could! I was the one who picked out the entire menu!"
"Did you now?" Lyn couldn't say that she was very surprised by that. So much of the food here was so heavy and filling, the very kind of fattening stuff that could turn a slender young lady into a bloated, swollen butterball within hours. Lyn took another bite of her food. She didn't even look at her plate, she simply stabbed something with her fork and shoved it into her mouth. It was amazing, no doubt, but she was still unsure if it was truly 'right' to be offering this much food to people. They honestly didn't need it, none of them did.
"You seem to really be enjoying the beef, Lyn! Do you think it was cooked properly? I had told the chefs to try their best to recreate the old cooking method of ancient Sacean Plains nomads, roasting it over a fire pit while periodically sprinkling it with spices!"
"You did?" Lyn raised her eyebrows at this. She hadn't expected such careful consideration of her peoples' culture like that. Frankly, she had to admit, she was actually rather touched.
"...Thank you for doing such a thing for me, Priscilla, though really, you didn't have to go to such lengths just to please me."
"You ARE the Marquis' wife, after all! And a good friend of mine! I wanted to do this for you!" Priscilla giggled. Her laughter made her whole blubbery body bounce and wobble in place.
Lyn didn't want to say that she wasn't pleased, because she most certainly was pleased, not to mention deeply touched as well. However, she was conflicted about how to feel because of how harsh she had allowed her thought to become while observing Priscilla earlier. Really, it was probably not any right of hers to be judging someone on their appearance or how they chose to spend their time. Whether it was through eating or swordplay, everyone had something that they liked to do so often that it almost could be considered an obsession. But...but that still didn't mean that Lyn was about to come around and accept them for being so fat and lazy in the first place! She could NEVER encourage that kind of lifestyle!
"Ugh..." Lyn let out an annoyed grunt. Here she was, fussing so much over this. She couldn't have felt worse about this even if she tried.
"Are you alright, Lyn? Is it not up to your liking after all? Maybe I should have asked you what exactly would be the best way to have that kind of meat prepared." Priscilla frowned to herself with her fork halfway into her mouth.
Lyn shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that, exactly. I'm just thinking about so many things at once, it's started to give me something of a headache."
"Oh...oh...w-well, if that's the case, then you should have something nice and soothing to drink! How about one of these warm fruit smoothies? It might sound strange, but the heat actually gives them a rather unique appeal! Trust me! You're going to want refills!"
Though she had some qualms about accepting such a drink, Lyn still downed the entire thing when it was placed in front of her. It was certainly fruity, and it also had a strong presence of alcohol too, which was something that Priscilla seemed to have forgotten to mention. With her mind and stomach both addled greatly by the presence of intoxication, Lyn found in herself another urge of appetite spurring that she hadn't been aware of before. She was able to down a whole plate of extra meat all by herself. Every bite she took brought back such wonderful memories, not just of the Sacean Plains, but of her father who had raised her so well too. She actually grew a little teary-eyed over the meal, but she didn't hesitate to wipe away the tears with her napkin. Everything she ate was so delicious. Her stomach might have started to feel a tad...tight...in some spots, but there wasn't anything stopping her from taking another bite, and another, and another. The meat was the one thing she definitely couldn't stop gulping down. It really did make her think back on her childhood. Those had certainly been some hard times now and then, but they were times that she would never forget. The refills of those hot drinks weren't too bad either.
The night went on and on and on. Lyn didn't even think about how much she had eaten already. None of it managed to register with her at all. She just kept on eating and eating and eating. The amount of food that managed to pass through her lips, it was nothing that she even gave a single thought about. She was so much more preoccupied keeping herself busy listening to and talking with the other women at the party. There would be time for dancing between the couples at the very end of the event, but for the time being, there was so much more catching up to do. Lyn learned about how Priscilla was starting to get back into riding horses again, even though she had her doubts that her big bubble butt could even handle such a thing to begin with, or that the horse could handle HER in turn. Once Fiora and Serra had stopped their bickering, they were more than happy to gush on and on about how well their lives were going. They barely had to do anything. Lifting so much as a finger was considered a busy day for them, given how their husbands handled all of the actual hard work. There was no doubt that so much blatant inactivity had contributed an incredible deal to how obese they now were. Lyn wanted to point it out so badly, but her sympathetic side made her hold her tongue. Farina seemed especially happy to be boastful about her darling husband Dart.
"You know, he can still lift me with just one arm! It doesn't even matter how big I get, he'll always be strong enough to lift me! Honestly, it's actually kind of romantic, you know!"
"Oh, is that so?" Lyn was quite sure that Hector would have no trouble hoisting her up if she had ended up getting heavy at some point. Lyn thought this with a smirk that she couldn't be bothered to hide, her mouth soon filled with another big slice of meat. God, the chefs really knew their stuff about Secean Plains cuisine, this meat really did taste just like the stuff her father used to make. She ate two more slices simply to show her appreciation for the meal.
"How about we have Hector and Dart come over here right now and start an arm-wrestling match? We'll see for sure who's the strongest!"
Lyn shook her head. "It would be utterly pointless anyway."
"W-What? Why's that?"
"Because your husband may be strong, but he can never match the might of MY Hector. Have you not seen the ax he wielded into every battle with just one arm?"
"Urgh..." Farina didn't know how to really say anything about that. Lyn chuckled, feeling more than a little proud of herself.
In the end Lyn never actually did find the time to dance with Hector, but that was only because she never even stood up from her seat at the dining table. The same could be said for Fiora, Serra, Priscilla and Farina as well. Not a single one of them got up. They didn't even have the energy to do so after eating so much for such a lengthy period of time. Not that their husbands minded. In fact, they had all expected this to happen. Even Lord Hector did, in a way. When he looked over at that particular table and saw his wife still devouring what was surely her TENTH helping of the night, he couldn't help but grin in a wry fashion. He had heard a lot from Eliwood and the other men about their ballooning wives. As it so turned out, there was actually a great deal of carnal appeal to be found from having a significant other who also carried a significant amount of poundage on them too. Hector wasn't looking to fatten up his wife for his personal entertainment, but if Lyn happened to let herself go while living so luxuriously under his care, that wasn't something he would complain about. He wanted Lyn to be happy. Eliwood, Oswin and the other husbands just wanted their wives to be content too. That was what it all really boiled down to in the end.
"Aw, Lyn, you really look like you've been having a good time here! You got such a cute look on your face!" Serra snickered into her chubby palm.
"Eh? You really think so?" Lyn raised an eyebrow.
"Of course! Have you even noticed how much you've been eating lately?"
"I...it's...uh..." Even Lyn herself hadn't exactly paid any close attention to how much she had consumed up to this point, and now she was beginning to feel rather hot under the collar thinking about how to explain herself. If she dared to reach down with a shaky hand right now, she would surely have felt just how actually swollen and engorged she had become in the past few hours. It didn't seem like she would ever stop feasting, but the time in which she ate had gone away as fast as the time spent not eating too. Everything seemed to meld together into one, without any thought of where one thing began and the other ended. It made Lyn's head spin to try and come up with some kind of explanation for herself. She very slowly lowered her fork down onto the plate.
"I, um, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, please, you're so clearly enjoying yourself, so why even act like it's a bad thing? Just let loose and have fun like the rest of us do! Your husband won't mind!"
Lyn gulped. She wasn't afraid of overeating because of Hector or anything. She didn't want to overeat because she didn't want to get FAT. Still, by the end of the night, she had gone ahead and done what could easily be described as 'overeating'. Her stomach was so full that it felt like a stone in her hands. When she tried to lift herself up from the chair, her stomach hit against the underside of the table, and Lyn nearly cried out from the resulting pain. She had dealt with sword cuts and arrow wounds far more agonizing, but this was definitely not something she could withstand either. Her stomach was SO FULL. Her belly felt like it was going to explode if she poked it into an edge sharp enough. Lyn held onto the table for support. There was no way she could handle walking out of this place on her own.
"A-Are you alright, Lyn?" Farina asked. She was already up on her feet. She might have glutted herself to high heaven and back, but she was a lot more accustomed to dragging excess heft around. Fiora and Serra required the aid of their own servants to stand up, though. It made sense, given their individual sizes, but the fact that Lyn would require help like they did, it was kind of a stab at the young woman's pride. Priscilla was still stuffing her face. She had moved onto desserts, and this was likely her fourth or fifth helping of chocolate and caramel pudding. Lyn glared at her. In an odd, indescribable sort of way, she felt some sort of jealousy towards the redhead.
"I'll...I'll be alright. Oof! E-Excuse me, I just..." Lyn leaned forward, clutching her throbbing side as if she were a woman deep into the final stages of pregnancy, "I just need a moment to catch my breath."
From afar, Lord Hector was watching his wife's every move with bated breath. He liked to think that he was a man of genuinely good intentions. He made his considerations thoughtfully and carefully after much deliberation. He might have seemed headstrong at times, and indeed he couldn't deny there were moments in his life where he let emotions lead, but he generally only did so when he felt it was the 'best path' to take. He tried to follow through with that line of thinking for everything, including with how he handled his wife Lyndis. He loved her so much, after all, so doing what was 'right' was more important than it ever could have been before. Seeing her in this form, it was impressive to say the least. It made him start to consider what the other men had told him about their heavyset significant others. Now he was beginning to understand their line of thinking too.
If there was some way he could make this work for the both of them, he was actually willing to go for it. He didn't think Lyndis would accept so easily, though. It would take time, patience, and surely a lot of food beforehand.
"Ugh...I'm so bloated...how could I have eaten so much..." Lyn continued to murmur and curse her profoundly stuffed state as she waddled away from the table, one hand holding onto the underside of her tummy. Waddling behind her were the other, much more obese but no less engorged fatsos. Serra was helped along by her husband Oswin and Fiora had a butler carry her on either arm. Her stomach was so full and heavy that it was swinging like a flabby pendulum in front of her. Farina walked on her own. Priscilla still hadn't left her seat.
"I think it may be time to begin bringing this feast, I mean, this party. You wouldn't mind, would you, Eliwood, Erk?"
Erk shook his head as he watched his wife continue to plow her way through one of the largest sandwiches he had ever seen. "No, I think that would be a good idea, actually."
That night was the beginning of something very new for Lyndis of the Secean Plains. She rode back home in a carriage with her husband, but she could barely even so much as keep her eyes open for the entire duration of the trip. She clutched her belly like it held a baby inside of it, but the only thing that would have been found in there was a definite food baby. Lyn rested her head onto Hector's shoulder and she groaned and she moaned. She had let herself become so distracted with how everyone else was behaving with their own gluttonous outbursts, she hadn't kept track of her own behavior. She rubbed her stomach, running her hand up along its smooth, hardened surface. She could FEEL the food still in the process of digestion. It was all there, right inside of her abdomen. There was no way for her to get it out anymore, so she would just have to wait and let the food spread itself all across her body in the form of new, soft blubber. Lyn didn't want to mull over it, though. She shut her eyes and heaved out a great and heavy sigh. She would much rather rest and relax. Hector stroked her head as gently as she stroked her own belly.
"You seem to have enjoyed yourself greatly, my dear."
"Mm..." Lyn wasn't into saying very much. Just breathing brought about a throbbing pain in the pit of her abdomen.
"Do you regret it?"
"...A little..." Lyn didn't want to think about what all of that food she'd eaten could end up doing to her body. Of course, she was so insanely fit, it wasn't likely that a single night of indulgence would have any visible effect on her. It would take so much more food than that to melt away these muscles of hers.
"Ha ha ha! I'm sure it'll all be okay. No need to worry at all." Hector said, and he already knew that his wife was comfortable, as she leaned even deeper into the corner of his shoulder. Hector reached over and gently brushed the back of his hand against her lower lip. He took away a few crumbs that had been clinging there. He laughed again, but this time much more softly. He really did think that Lyn seemed to be cuter in this fashion. He figured it was only right if he helped continue to lead her along, if she was going to continue to enjoy it as much as she did tonight.
"Do you want a tummy rub tonight, my darling?"
"Ugh...that..." Lyn wrinkled her nose, ready to protest, but she was so tired, she could barely open her eyes to look Hector in the face and tell him off. "You know what? I actually wouldn't mind that so much."
Hector beamed at his wife. He was so ready to dote on her, he couldn't even help himself. He took that stuffed, aching tummy of hers into his palms and began to rub it with a feather-light touch. This was the first time he had actually touched his wife's stomach in what could be considered such a sensual manner. Lyn whimpered a little, which only heightened the tension lingering between husband and wife. Hector found himself holding his breath. This instance between them, sitting alone in the back of a carriage with his hands working out the kinks of her aching tummy, it was actually quite romantic. Lyn was off to sleep before too long, judging by the way she began to snore. That was one thing that Hector had never told her, that she tended to snore when she was exceptionally tired. Hector stopped playing with her stomach once she'd passed out. He needed to let her rest and he didn't want to be the one to accidentally rouse her.
"Good night. Hopefully you'll dream of even bigger meals to eat." Hector kissed Lyn on the forehead. He couldn't help himself, he was really coming around to liking the idea of a bigger, softer, fluffier Lyn to hold and snuggle with. He would have to come up with a way that would help Lyn see it in the same fashion as him too, as a positive thing and not a negative thing. Given Lyn's tendency to be stubborn, it would be difficult. Still, he wanted to try.
From that point onward, several weeks came and went since the end of that fateful feast. Lyn was left feeling pensive about eating so much ever again, but Hector did what he could to concoct excuses to help egg his wife along. He wanted her happy and he had seen her happiness in full bloom during that meal with the other girls. He knew that she would be able to come around and enjoy it in time. Lyn was one of the hardest women to be able to change. She would need some major convincing to get her to see his side of things. A woman from the Secean Plains was no mean feat, but Hector had every intention of helping her 'conquer' her inhibitions and learn to let loose as her friends had. She deserved that much after everything that she had gone through.
"Would you like another bowl of snacks, milady? The chef had just finished preparing these special pretzels for you! They're quite delicious!"
"I, uh, appreciate the gesture, but don't you think you have already brought me too much? Surely I had just been served some snacks only a little while ago."
"Er...w-well...surely you must be mistaken, milady! I have done nothing of the sort! Heh...heh heh..." the maid tried not to meet Lyn's glare, because she knew that if she did, she would have no choice but to explain everything. Lyndis could be quite intimidating simply with a gaze. It was Lord Hector's fault that she was even trying to push this food onto the Madam in the first place.
Hector had settled on helping his wife learn to love herself for who she was, and to even indulge as she desired. It was something he saw to ultimately be beneficial for both of them. So he set about asking the maids and butlers to help him in this regard. He put in a personal request for them to prepare more and more snacks for Lyn. However, they were not allowed to specify why they were doing so for her, no matter how much she might have asked.
The green-haired young woman looked at the basket of pretzels in her maid's hand. She licked her lips. Though her mind was fully aware that she would be better off rejecting the offer and having it be sent back to the kitchens, those pretzels...they DID look awfully delicious, for what it was worth. She considered, reconsidered, and then considered again, all in the span of only several seconds. Finally, she put down her quill and reached her hand out towards the basket.
"M-Madam?"
"If I just eat one, that should be fine, don't you think?" Lyn said, begrudgingly, doing her best to avoid matching stares with the maid. She didn't want to even have an inkling of what the hired help must have thought of her right now.
In truth, the maid was very relieved that Lyn had decided to take the pretzels after all. She had eaten the cookies and the biscuits earlier, so it was a wonder if she would have the proper amount of room to handle more treats of this sort. It seemed Lord Hector's plan was working after all.
Again and again, Lyn would find herself being offered food. Her polite dismissals only managed to get her so far before hunger actually started to rear its ugly, ugly head. She couldn't really turn down something so delicious, especially because her appetite always reared up when she was feeling especially bored. To try and become a better wife as Ostia's Marquess, Lyn wanted to learn more about this country's history and the people that had helped shape it. She spent much of her free time reading and learning, but it came with a great price. Sitting around so often left her rump without much exercise to be had. That caused the fat to settle rather quickly and easily on her figure. Not just that alone, but reading so much made her want to do something, anything, else to keep her from getting too bored. That was where food came in. It was much easier to keep her focus on her work when she used her free hand to shovel snacks down into her throat.
"Should I leave these here with you, madam?"
"Yes, you shall. Thank you very much." Lyn nodded her head. This caused her double-chin to momentarily appear. It had been developing pretty well along with the rest of her body lately. Lyn shifted slightly in her seat. Her bulky rump was much larger than it had any right to be. Out of every curve on her body that could have swollen due to her eating habits, it was her ass that gained the most, much to Lyn's infinite chagrin. Lyn waited ever so patiently for the relieved maid to depart from the room. As soon as the door shut, Lyn was quick to slide a hand behind her. Her fingers were still thin enough to wear her rings, but they had certainly begun showing signs of developing plumpness by now. She was still capable of fitting one hand down to her dress, where she gave the skirt a harsh tug. She needed to do whatever she could to get it out of her backside. It had started riding up and, as a result, gave her quite the wedgie. This sort of thing happened a lot as she continued to wear her older, smaller clothes. These issues were only bound to get worse in time.
"Mmph...so good..."
Lyn's concerns for impending wardrobe malfunctions were swiftly put aside when she took her first bite of the pretzels. They were as delicious as they had looked. Lyn scarfed down one, but before long she already had another in her hand. It didn't take a lot of coaxing to get her to eat every single one of those pretzels. They certainly proved to be as filling as they looked delicious too. Leaning back into her chair, groaning a little through puffy lips, Lyn couldn't believe how much she had gone and eaten AGAIN. This was after everything she had already devoured earlier that same day, including a pretty hearty breakfast and a lunch that consisted of three varied helpings. Lyn didn't feel so much like reading from the tomes anymore. She didn't feel like doing much of anything except taking a rest. Which was what she proceeded to do, right on the couch nearby. Her tummy slowly rose and fell with every wheezing huff and puff she took. This sort of scene, it was becoming increasingly more common for the Marquess' widening wife.
"Oooh...t-tomorrow...tomorrow, I'm definitely going to stop eating so much all the time..."
That was what she always told herself, but it never ended up panning out that way. Every day, she would try to hold back from overeating, but whenever the food started to show up, her will to resist showed enough cracks for the meals to slip straight through...and into her tummy. Lyn couldn't resist it. Every time she tried not to think about food, her hunger would start to get the better of her. She would sometimes find herself pondering on when her next meal would be and what it was that she should eat. She didn't want to risk eating the same thing twice in two days, that would have been rather disappointing for her. The maids and butlers had to keep careful watch on all of this, as well as do whatever they could to appeal to Lyn's growing hunger. That was the mission given to them by Lord Hector and they intended to uphold it until the very end.
Along with her appetite growing more and more beyond her control, Lyndis found that she couldn't even do things that usually kept her in shape so easily anymore. That is to say, swordplay was beginning to turn into something of a hassle for her, despite it having been her one and true talent all of these years. Lyn wanted to be able to keep up her practice with the blade. She wished to uphold the virtues of swordsmanship that had inspired her from since she was just a child. They had helped her fight her way through that terrible war and kept her alive long enough to become the soft, happy, and pampered wife of a Marquess. She didn't want to become so out of shape that she couldn't wield a blade anymore. But there was no way that she could bring herself to fight when she was always so achingly full. How could she possibly pick up her sword and take on an opponent when her gut felt like it was going to weigh her down to the floor?
"Mmmph...ooh...d-darn it..." Lyn stopped short to take a deep breath.
She couldn't wear the typical girdle she put on for training. It was supposed to help keep her organs tightly wound so that she could better focus her breathing and harness her energies. Now she couldn't do either because her stomach was constantly throbbing from the fullness that it was forced to suffer through after every meal. Meals that she willingly ate and ended up becoming an excuse to stuff herself. It wasn't like she was getting off on it or that she wanted nothing more than to feel so full that her torso could rupture. Rather, she ate because it was so hard to resist eating. Even when she knew she wasn't exactly all that hungry, she still ended up wanting to snack on something anyway.
Lyn undid what few strands she had managed to tie together for the girdle and removed it off of her body. Her stomach still stuck out so far nonetheless. Lyn rubbed it. She shivered when her fingers brushed across the hole of her belly-button. Her whole gut had such a sense of tenderness to it. It was so...so strange. She couldn't believe that she was starting to change like this. Was this really all because of that one dinner? Did that really have a strong enough influence on her to alter her entire physical form like this? Lyn was so afraid of what could happen to her next.
And yet, despite her own begrudging feelings towards the matter, she was never one to really turn down the offer of a chocolate scone or a few cookies when they were offered to her. Every single time, she found them in her mouth, and she didn't know how she could ever be so upset when all of this was her own fault to begin with.
"Ugh, I need someone to train with! But...but who?"
Lyn was at a loss, or at least at first. None of the guards at the castle were suitable opponents for her. If she had been at her fittest, she would have been able to wipe the floor with any of them so easily there would have been no challenge. Now that she had started putting on a little weight and stuffing herself all of the time, the guards were too afraid that THEY could end up hurting Lady Lyndis instead. They never said that to her directly but she had good reason to believe that was why they rejected her offers to a practice match. They always seemed so nervous around her. Was her belly really so obvious? It made her more self-conscious about her burgeoning tummy as well. She needed to get her mind off of this and she needed to do it quickly, before she went mad with worry.
That was why she ultimately relied on the aid of both Farina and her dear friend Florina, two-thirds of the legendary group of pegasi-riding sisters. They seemed more than happy to come and visit her, especially when she tempted them with some offerings of treats. Of course, they didn't need to eat the sweets, but that really did seem the best way to get them to show up. It didn't help that not just Farina but even Florina had ended up packing on extra pounds since she had last seen either of them. If anything, Florina had the sort of personality that better befit a plush figure. There was no one that Lyn could imagine actually being soft physically just as she was soft emotionally. Still, that didn't matter when it came time to raise arms against one another.
"I want you to both come at me at the same time." Lyn said.
"Uh, are you sure about that, Lyn? You don't want to, like, maybe reconsider?" Farina asked.
"Sh-She's right, Lyn! I don't want to hurt you!" Florina squeaked, her chubby thighs brushing up against each other from the inside.
Lyn shook her head. She wasn't afraid of being hurt or being beaten. She was already assured with herself that she would be able to win this. She was still thinner than both of them, comparatively speaking, and she had been training with the blade since she was a child. She wanted to see if she could manage to come out with her victory as quickly as she once would have a year or two ago.
"En garde!"
Lyn managed to defeat both Farina and Florina at the same time rather easily, as a matter of effect. Though her edge had begun to soften somewhat, it had not dulled, and that was a relatively comforting thing to know for the green-haired woman. She helped Florina up from the ground and brushed some dust off of her. Her hands glided across Florina's plump tummy and burgeoning breasts. What a woman her dear little friend had grown up into, Lyn couldn't help but think. She almost felt proud about it, in a weird way. Farina was able to stand up again all on her own. She grabbed a loaf of bread from a nearby basket (one of the maids had placed it out for them, for some reason) and started munching away while wiping her face with a cloth. Lyn sat down between the two portly pegasus riders.
"I am glad that I can still fight. I was becoming afraid that I..." Lyn started to say, only to stop herself and sigh, not sure how she would have actually finished that sentence.
"You're really in shape compared to the rest of us, you know. Don't sweat it so much." Farina gave her own gut a slap. Sure, she didn't want to be fat, but these days she had started to become more and more resigned to her fate, and she wasn't afraid to admit that she had become a pretty prominent porker.
"Y-You still look nice to me, Lyndis!" Florina, as usual, tried her best to be supportive for her dear friend's sake.
Lyn hung her head until it was nearly dipping into her cleavage. "I have been worried about my weight ever since that get-together at Priscilla's home, and now another banquet with the noble families is coming up in the next few days. Hector seems to be looking forward to it, but I-I'm afraid I could end up acting like a crass embarrassment with my eating habits. Every time food has been placed in front of me, even when I know I should reject it, I can't do it, and I end up eating it...all of it. I don't want to lose my figure or my talent with the blade, but I keep letting temptations overtake my rationality. I want to be a good wife and fulfill my current duties, but I want to continue fighting, and I want to avoid putting on weight! I'm so conflicted, Florina, Farina!"
"Do you think that maybe your skills don't need to stay so honed in times of peace?" Farina suddenly inquired.
"W-What was that?" Lyn gasped.
"I-It's more like," Florina jumped in to better explain her sister's position, "Maybe you could focus on being more like a noble woman then...s-since you are one now, and everything...and you can set aside the sword for a little while? That way you don't have to worry about making Lord Hector happy, and you can always go back to using the sword l-later! You're so good at it, Lyndis, I doubt you'd ever lose the ability to fight with a blade! It's almost like it's...it's written into you, or something! Hee hee! And you would probably be able to avoid gaining any more weight too! You're tough enough! Your willpower will kick back in, um, e-eventually!"
"Hmm..." Lyn frowned, thinking carefully on the idea.
"I mean, I really don't think that you getting a little more carefree, a little more noble-like, is going to end up causing anyone harm, least of all yourself!" Farina replied with a snort of laughter. "If you wanted to, you'd be able to fight us all off even if you weighed over 300 pounds! Ha ha ha! Even if you did end up getting bigger, it wouldn't make you any less of the accomplished swordswoman you already are."
Lyn had to admit, hearing those kinds of suggestions certainly did help somewhat in easing her greatest worries. There was still a great deal to think over, and she had no desire to risk putting on more weight or losing her talents, but she could easily say she was moderately less concerned than she had been a few minutes ago. She decided that she would give the concept a try. She had been doing a lot of studying up until this point, but apparently it wasn't enough. She needed to push herself even HARDER.
If she were to become a better noblewoman, she would have to lock her blade away for the time being. That didn't exactly sit well with her, especially when the Mani Katti was such an important piece of her life. She knew that there were events ahead that required her attention, though The upcoming banquet more specifically. If she were to make a change, she would have to start doing it gradually. That seemed to be the safest bet. Lyn didn't place the Mani Katti in some kind of display case, but she did hang it up for what might be the last time she'd see it in a week or two.
She had a slinky evening dress to wear for the event. As long as she was able to fit into it on the night of the event, then she knew that things weren't as bad as they seemed, and she was on the right track with her studies.
These studies became the forefront of her focus now. By eliciting help from the maids and butlers who knew a great deal about manners and regal behavior, Lyn was able to adopt a proper presence as Hector's wife for the banquet. She ate a great deal, as she was wont to do, but she did it in such a slow, steady and subtle manner that it did not gain any unwanted attention from the nosy ones. She was able to get away sneaking a great deal of little snacks, but by pacing herself so that she ate throughout the night rather than eat it all at one time, it made things much easier on both her stomach and her conscience. After all, she didn't have to worry about feeling like a stuffed pig if she wasn't getting so full her belly-button popped. But of course, she still ate enough that she was left with a very engorged tummy by the time she pulled the bed covers over herself. Hector kissed her gently on the mouth and told her about how well she did tonight. Everyone was so impressed by her exquisite manners and proper speech. She really did seem like she had always lived the life of a pampered, sophisticated noble, not a swordswoman who had been surviving on her own for several years in the Secean Plains. Lyn was proud of the time she had lived on the plains and of the skills she had developed there, but to know that she was making strong leeway in improving herself in this new lifestyle, she was happy about that too.
So even more time passed. Lyn continued to make an effort to improve herself for the sake of her beloved husband. She did her best to continue her sword practice, but little by little, it became less important to her as a daily ritual. In fact, as the days went by and turned into weeks and then months, Lyn's keenness to resume her swordsmanship lessened greatly. Instead of picking up a blade, she was much more prone to picking up a knife and fork to devour whatever meal it was that the house staff had placed in front of her. Her appetite showed an increase that she couldn't initially keep up with. Some nights she overate to the point that it hurt, and other nights she would keep eating and eating but never quite feel full enough. Whatever way it went, however, it almost always ended with her going to bed with a stomach full with enough food to fatten any dainty young woman fast. That was exactly what happened to her. With sword practice turning into a thing of the past and her studies taking greater prominence, Lyn didn't get much exercise out of her daily routine anymore. She not only grew fatter, but she grew weaker too. The muscles from her past, as well as the tan of her skin, had started to fade away.
"The chefs downstairs had been working on this cake for you since the night before, my dear Lyndis! Are you sure you don't want to partake in it?"
"I said I'll have ONE slice, Hector! I didn't say that I wanted to eat the entire cake!"
Although she was coming along well in terms of her softening, she was still a little stubborn when it came to her eating habits. Sure, most of the time if left to her own devices she would stuff her face, but she did what she could to stay AWARE of her eating. That was certainly more than what could have been said for her friends Fiora and Priscilla, and especially for Serra, at the very least. Hector really wanted to see his wife let loose and eat like she deserved to, with reckless abandon. Alas, that would be something he would have to wait a little longer for.
With her paler skin and fluffier figure, Lyn took to applying other new changes to her appearance as well in recent days. She undid her pony tail and left her hair to drape down the length of her back more often these days. She declined to have it be put through the effort of styling it, but letting it hang loose and so free seemed to be a nice choice. It was especially nice when she had brunch out on the bedroom balcony, the light summer breeze blowing through her locks. She had never been the kind of woman keen on dresses before, but lately the ones the tailors brought before her were just too pretty to resist. Farina liked to joke about how 'Lyn actually did have a feminine side all along', but really, she and the rest of them should have all known that already. Lyn liked how the outfits tended to be so easy to breathe around her abdomen too. Sh had no idea that the dresses were designed with a woman in mind that was even larger than her current state. Everyone who served her was convinced she would eventually grow big enough to find the outfits tight, so it was best to raise them up a size beforehand.
The plush and well-dressed Lady Lyndis showed changes occurring in her attitude as well. She had never been mean to the servants, but she had been annoyed with how they were attempting to feed her all of the time. Nowadays, she tried to be more open to their offers and their suggestions, knowing that they only meant the best possible for her. If they brought her a plate of doughnuts, she would make sure to thank them with a soft smile framed by a plump set of cheeks and a developing double-chin. The servants took something like pride out of the idea of getting to serve her. To be able to attend to the needs of a Marquess' wife was certainly an honor, but for it to be someone like Lady Lyndis made them even more passionate. Lyndis always had a kind word or two to send back to the chefs downstairs, and she was grateful that the help kept it in mind to bring herself something different every time. It was mostly by the behest of Lord Hector, but some of the butlers and maids did it because they wanted to see Lyn's reaction too. She had become a personal favorite for many who entered the service industry, becoming a recommended employer of sorts. And all the while she kept on swelling up with more and more soft blubber, slowly but surely, every single day.
Lyn managed to gain an extra twenty pounds in less than half a year. The weight showed wonderfully, her belly pooching out more than it ever did before. The dresses she enjoyed showing off stated to hug around her plump sides. Her rear was getting bigger and softer, its original hardened tone gradually evaporating away. Her chubby biceps were on the verge of becoming bingo-wings, but not exactly that. There was undoubtedly something jiggling on her upper limbs whenever she moved them, like reaching over the table to grab another loaf of bread or a hearty slice of ham. Lyn's breasts were at a size comparable to her own head. Such a big, bountiful wife with a future looking to make her even bigger and more bountiful. It was an exciting prospect, Hector had to admit.
He laid his hands upon her waist and he felt his fingers dip into the softening rolls. He touched her rounded rear and acknowledged how doughy, how pliable, it had become since their first night of marriage. Plump arms that wrapped around his head like the world's most comfortable vice-grip, a double-chin that he could feel push into him when they kissed, and full breasts that were bigger than his own broad and muscular chest. Lyn's increasing bigness was something that amazed Hector every time he saw her in the dim bedroom candlelight. He didn't want to make her feel like she had to gain for his sake, but he still loved it when it happened regardless. He couldn't help but want to pepper her jowls in loads of kisses. His increasing displays of affection did not go unnoticed by Lyn, but she still hadn't caught on that her weight gain had anything to do with it.
Hector took his beloved's hands into his own and gently squeezed them, saying to her one day, "Lyndis, my love, why don't you go and visit Priscilla for the weekend? I heard that she and her husband recently returned from a trip overseas and they were interested in getting to speak with you! After all, why not? You could use the vacation!"
"Vacation? From what, might I ask?" Lyn raised an eyebrow, taking a big bite from her cookie at the same time.
"Oh, you know, from being such a perfect wife! Ha ha ha! That is, if you'd like me to accompany you?" Hector winked.
"It almost seems like you're teasing me, Hector, but sometimes it's honestly hard to tell what you want from me. I think you actually want me to become some kind of lazy cow...though I can assure you, that'll never happen..."
"Heh. I don't want anything like that. I just want you to be happy." Hector said, and that was not a lie on his part.
Lyn already knew that she couldn't have Hector go on this trip with her, not while he was still needed here in Ostia. Hector knew that Lady Priscilla would likely have a 'positive' effect on his wife and her development into a full-figured woman. After all, from what he had read in Erk's letters, it sounded as if Priscilla was managing to gain weight by the DAY. Each time she woke up, she was a little heavier, a little softer, a little rounder than she used to be. It was intriguing, certainly, and he wanted to have it looked into. He didn't tell Lyn this, though, even if she was the one being sent to 'inspect' the situation. All he could hope for was that Lyn would have a good time there, enjoy catching up with a close friend, and eat lots of tasty meals in the process.
The trek leading up to Lyn's arrival at Priscilla's manor home did not last very long, but she had ways of keeping herself busy during it. When she felt even the slightest bit peckish, she would dip her hand into the enormous basket of pastries and breads prepared for her by the staff. Lyn didn't think too much about the amount she consumed during this time. Upon arrival at the front steps of the mansion, Lyn had already eaten half of the basket's contents. She intended to take the rest inside and finish it off with Priscilla later. Or by herself, whichever happened first.
"Lyndis! Hello! I'm...OOF...I'm so happy to see you!" Priscilla huffed and puffed a little while carrying her great heft down the steps. Her massive, protruding gut rocked freely to its own rhythm as she moved. Her bulging buttocks performed in a similar fashion. Every part of her seemed to rock out of unison with one another, like every roll, fold and loose bulge was its own separate entity. Lyn smiled back at her, offering a slight wave. Priscilla was so much bigger than she was, and likely would always be. That helped make Lyn feel slightly less self-conscious about her gain, but she still didn't know what to necessarily make of Priscilla's size. This redheaded young noblewoman was HUMONGOUS. Yet she carried herself with a self-assured air. She wasn't just complacent with her girth, she was comfortable with it. Well, it wasn't as if she was going to be losing any of that weight anytime soon, so accepting it was better than despairing over it, but Lyn could tell that it was more than just that. Priscilla was happy with herself, but outside forces of some sort must have helped play a major part. It would take some time before Lyn could figure it out, but there was no rush here.
She let Priscilla lead her inside while taking quick glances at the other woman's heavy bottom. What a fat and well-fed butt she had. This was the backside of a woman who really let herself enjoy living the good life. Priscilla called over one of the maids to take Lyn's bags, which she did with great haste. The maid seemed to take a quick half-second glance at Lyn while passing by her. There was a smile on her lips. Whether it was intended to greet Lyn or to secretly mock her, the green-haired swordswoman didn't know. Not that it was something to worry about, anyway. The fatties waddled ever so carefully through the long corridor. Priscilla wanted them to head straight outside onto the deck overlooking the gardens. The weather wasn't too hot that day, so their over-sized bodies could handle being exposed to the elements for a little while. Nonetheless, they were both sweating a good deal by the time they made it to the aforementioned deck.
"Phew...hff...hff...mmm..." Priscilla swallowed down a great ball of saliva in her throat, "C-Cassandra, please bring us some milkshakes, would you? One strawberry and one...hmm, what do you want - hff - Lyndis?"
"Do you have chocolate?" Lyn asked, licking her lips.
"We even have dark chocolate." Priscilla winked back at her.
"Then, yes, please, I would greatly appreciate that. Thank you."
Lyn and Priscilla laid themselves into the very same steel-reinforced chairs that now occupied all of the mansion's rooms. Their bellies spilled far enough over their laps to be able to reach their knees. Lyn's gut was fairly smaller than Priscilla's was, more around Farina's size, but it would soon surpass the blue-haired pegasus rider's in a matter of weeks. Priscilla gave the sides of her belly a few tender rubs. Her chubby fingers glided so effortlessly over the plump pudge that coated her entire form. The rolls scrunched together, folding over one another, dimples popping up on the surface. So much fat everywhere you looked. Priscilla shut her eyes and released a quiet chirp in relief, so happy to be off of her aching, chubby toes for now. She undid the belt of her dress and her belly inched forward just enough that it managed to cover her knees after all. Lyn chuckled under her breath. Priscilla was really living up the lardy life, no doubt.
"How have you been doing, Priscilla?" Lyn asked once the two of them had refilled their lungs with enough air.
"I've been doing so well, and it's all thanks to my lovely hubby, Erk! Oh, he treats me so well, Lyn, you wouldn't even imagine!" Priscilla giggled. The ripples of her laughter flowed all over her body.
"Is that so? I'm really glad to hear that you two have been doing well together. He seems like he enables you quite a lot...I-I mean that in the best way, of course."
"I suppose you could say he enables me, in a sense," Priscilla tapped her lower-most chin, tipping her head back slightly with a thoughtful look. "I mean, he never tries to stop me from eating...and he's always giving me more to eat...and he does tell me that I look beautiful...but, but I do like it a lot! So many women these days, even women of our status, worry about their figures because they don't want their loved ones to hate them! But mine loves me no matter how I look or how big I get! I'm so lucky!"
"Heh! Lucky, huh?"
"I mean, I'm not SO big, not when you put me next to the other girls, like Fiora or Serra, so I think I'm not so bad off! I mean, it's more like a pot belly than anything else, right?"
Lyn didn't know if she would call Priscilla's sagging sack of a gut a 'pot belly'. That would have been describing it a little too...small for her tastes. However, even if she was still oblivious about HOW huge she was, Priscilla still knew she was big to some degree, and she was still happy in spite of it. She was happy because she was able to eat what she wanted, she felt like she was doing her part as a noblewoman, and her husband was there to support her every waddling step of the way.
Her husband... that might have been part of the key to all of this. To have someone else, your special partner, to support you and spur you on. That might have meant a lot more than Lyn initially realized, in the grand scheme of things. It actually sounded like it could be something pretty nice. Lyn enjoyed it when Hector acted all sweet and loving with her. There was no reason she wouldn't love it, but if she could have something more like that...would getting bigger actually have to do with it? Men certainly had changing tastes these days, though she could only assume it was thanks to women of prominence like Priscilla and Eliwood's wife Fiora proving that being big could be considered 'beautiful' too. Wait a minute. Lyn paused briefly, staring down into the milkshake that had just been placed in front of her. Could she consider herself a real 'big girl' now too?
Lyn picked up her milkshake and took a deep sip from it. She gulped down the frosty, sugary drink until nearly half of it had disappeared in a single go. It was delicious, as expected, but her mind continued to remain focused on other things. She wasn't getting any thinner lately, but she reminded herself that she had ways to help her shed the weight when the time came. Priscilla and Fiora, on the other hand, did not. It was more important for them to become comfortable with their growth than it was for her to be.
"Mmmm! This one is so good! Much better than the last one, and I had downed that one in seconds before! Thank you so much, Cassandra!" Priscilla squealed, her words snapping Lyn back to attention.
The much thinner maid giggled to herself. "Thank you very much, milady, though I will confess that these milkshakes I'm serving you had a little extra help in their creation."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Suddenly, before Cassandra had any chance to further explain, the double-doors flew wide open. Erk, Priscilla's ever-doting husband, strode out onto the deck with a plate of chocolate-coated biscotti and a pot of tea for the pair. Approaching them, Erk stopped momentarily so that he could apply a gentle kiss upon his beloved's cheek. Priscilla was all giggles from receiving such a simple gesture. Lyn watched the married couple and felt something start to well up from inside of her. How to describe the feeling wouldn't have been easy. It wasn't just one feeling, but a multitude of them, all mixed together into one. She couldn't prevent a smile from breaking out on her lips, though.