The mammoth metal construct collapsed as the beams of energy running through the segmented steel comprising its body flickered and then winked out of existence. The thing fell apart like a bunch of dropped jacks, hitting the floor with loud metal clanks. The party surrounding the metal heap, the same one that had felled the eons-old servant, looked onwards in stunned silence, then erupted into cheers.
	“We did it!”
	“All I got was a bikini!”
	“My feet huuuuuuurt…”
	“URP.”
	Amidst the clamor of celebration and psyching up for the next opponent in this gauntlet of bosses, that burp was loud enough to draw everybody’s attention. They all turned their heads, looking at the far side of the room, where a figure that’d be best described as “short” and “fat” was slumped against the wall, moaning plaintively. “Nngh… oh, hey, we -URRRRRP- won!”
	The figure was Qin- the group’s monk. Despite her portly and somewhat unassuming presence, she was (supposedly) a martial artist; looking at her now, that would’ve been quite the difficult truth to swallow. Her legs were spread wide to make space for a stomach that pushed outwards far more than even a pregnant woman’s stomach, one that was packed hard with cake, cake, and more cake.
	An elf in the group slung his weapon over his back, shaking his head as he walked over to help the Pandaren to her feet. “Jeez, Qin, you didn’t have to eat ALL the cake…”
	“Ahh, no, no, I’m happy to help... and it wasn’t that much besides. Look, I can stand up on my own…” She leaned forwards, as though to stand up, but immediately winced as she tried to bend at the middle. Nope, she was too packed to compress that stomach in the slightest; you could see her pink, stretched-tight skin through the red-orange fur it was so swollen. “Oof, maybe not… get over here and help me up, yeah.”
	The elf took her paw, and lifted her to her feet with a casual ease. The pandaren’s other paw was resigned to cradling her other stomach as she stood. Her stomach, already heavy and sagging, seemed to sink lower as gravity took ahold of it, taking on a teardrop shape and swaying side-to-side as she waddled torwards the room’s exit, supported by her ally. Her belly gurgled, and another abrupt belch burst out of her mouth. “Oof… don’t think whatever was in those cakes agrees with me, eheh…”




	Qin woke up in an inn the next morning, groggy and still sore from yesterday’s exploits. She threw the covers off- covers? Why had she used those, the fur coat she had was plenty warm- and stretched out on the bed, yawning. She’d fallen into a food coma as soon as she’d sprawled out on the bed… and with how full she was, that was understandable. With a digit, she poked at her middle. It still had some firmness to it, but all that cake, and she’d eaten… a dozen of the things, easily, had gone to her gut as flab. She sat up, and made note of the way her ass pancaked against the plush mattress. Her gut, and her ass; and her lovehandles, she noted as she gave them a squeeze.
	“Oh, damn it all…”
	Hoping to meet her party in the tavern below, Qin was trying to squeeze into her leather barding, because really, you couldn’t go out into public naked… even if fur concealed your naughty bits. But the simple pants she wore wouldn’t fit up around her hips. Hell, she was struggling to get them up past the middle of her thighs, they were cutting into the fat, too tight to fit around it. She tried her leather top… same issue. It fit over her plumped-up breasts, but when she tried to pull it down over a muffin top that she CERTAINLY hadn’t had the day before, it got caught at her navel, unable to cover a furry patch of underbelly…
	She tried slipping on the leathers again- nope, no dice. A particularly hard tug at the beltline of her pants, and they slipped up to where they were almost over her hips… and then tore at the groin. She swore, peeled them off, and threw them in the corner of the room. What to wear…
	Her eyes fell on a skimpy bikini she’d acquired last night. Odd, that an opponent would drop lingerie, but it was clothing… however exposing. She frowned. Goodness, this wouldn’t look flattering…
	The tavern, normally bustling and noisy with good cheer, went silent as Qin entered the room. A too-small bra cut into her breasts, making them look bigger than they already were as they bulged past the fabric. Around her hips was a tightly-strung set of panties. The side-ties sank into her padded hips, and the panties themselves just disappeared into the vastness of her ass. She was fat enough that panties looked like a g-string over her genitals- hell, that was all they covered.
	“Oh, quit staring if you’re not gonna help, and somebody get me ale- I’m hungry again!”