Total War Warhammer (WG) - Fat Enchantress by Sulla or Westmetal

Overhead, comets of crystalized sugar and clouds of whipped cream slowly made their way across a sky of liquid honey. Looking at the fattening horizon too long would make rains of honey and cream fall upon you, thousands of calories per minute. Looking at it longer and very suggestive shapes would appear in the sugary formations. Looking at it longer than that...well that didn't bear thinking of...
Especially when Morgiana Le Fay had plenty of weighty issues on her mind.
"This was foolish, foolish, foolish," the Fay enchantress muttered to herself, normally confident voice a moaning echo, "vanity beyond vanity...I had wagered my will could best this horrible land...and lost my body as a result."
"Lost" was something of a metaphor. No, the most powerful human mage was not some bodiless specter, but her glamorous figure was just as gone. Inside her luxurious campaign tent, the blonde near-immortal was standing before the simple, six foot by three foot silver mirror she brought on campaign. As the loveliest woman in Brettonia, it behoved her to look good and inspire the knight's errant...and now she wished that she had never brought the damn thing with her!
For in this hellish realm of illusions, the mirror showed the truth. That Morgiana had become horribly, gluttonously, frighteningly obese. Patricians features were buried under bulging apple cheeks, just as her sharp jawline and delicate neck had vanished under a sagging jowl.
Narrow and delicate shoulders were broad as a peasant woman used to pulling a plow. Slender arms were thicker than a knight's waist, tricep flab starting to hang over her elbows while her sausage fingers were too thick for her magical rings. While her high and girlish breasts and expanded into heavy, lowing hanging melons, pink nipples stretched wide and turned brown. The sagging, graceless udders were each held up by an individual dress, a satin white garment that would have been once worth a peasant village's income for a decade. Now, they were stained and ripping, barely holding up the ludicrous bust that had once been the perkiest west of the world's edge mountains.
"And it gets worse and worse every day, how can I stand this?" she moaned to herself, forcing her eyes to continue assessing the damage.
Morgan's perfect wasp waist, 19 inches about even at the midwinter feast, was buried. Buried beneath a gut worthy of a woman at term with triplets, a 48' bulge that barely propped up her breasts. But the mage's stomach was soft as melted butter, beginning to bend at the middle and form a mocking smile as it split into two guts. Of bottomless capacity and demanding hunger, it was already grumbling with demands for more food. The only good thing about it was that it hung low enough to protect what was left of the Enchantress' dignity, not that much was left, as no skirt could be made to fit around her middle.
No, apart from her impromptu bra, Morgana had to bear the brunt of hundreds of pounds of weight gain near nude. Pillowy sacks of love handle fat merged with dimpled hips and surging saddle bags to make a lumpy lower mid section. While the mage's lithe, narrow legs had exploded into sagging sacks of supple fat. The most girlish hips in Brettonia were too wide for her tower's doors and the couch cushions of her cellulite covered ass were too big for her unicorn mount, not that she'd subject the poor thing to her weight.
No, the Fae enchantress was back to floating again. Once it had been easy as thought to float, now Morgana had to use most of the magic available to her to keep her swollen toes an inch off the ground. She didn't dare not float despite the waste of magical power, for she wasn't certain if she could bear the weight.
"How did I fall so far, so fast? This was only my second attempt," Morgana moaned, kneading the meaty shelf of her stomach, "I...I was merely a little plump when I went into the realm of gluttony!"
Normally self confident, the mage felt her eyes mist with tears. She wiped them away, knowing they were undignified of a powerful mage. But so was this bloated body, quadrupled or more in size after only two attempts at beating the realm of gluttony.
A third time would likely be even worse, trapping Morgana in the realm of the Prince of Pleasure for ever...but what else could she do? Go back to Brettonia and show everyone just how hoggish she had become?
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Credit to Sulla or Westmetal