Lard-laden Lumine's Lascivious Lethargy

Lard-laden Lumine's Lascivious Lethargy

Description: A Genshin Impact story based on the  following image. Contains weight gain, stuffing, etc... Skip the first 2 chapters to get to the most lewd stuff.

A purple mist bathed the inner sanctum of the dimly-lit Fatui hideout, felled  skirmishers lay incapacitated upon cedar floorboards. The sprightly blonde aventurer traced a semi-circle around her final opponent: a hulking, armored figure. Though the haze that permeated the room partially obstructed the girl's vision, the imposing silhouette of a man that stood over twice her height was easily discerned. The muscular warrior remained motionless—unperturbed by Lumine's deft footwork as the young girl closed the distance. Scarcely could she see, but she knew from the warrior's crimson kabuto, adorned with a set of forked, ornamental horns that seemed to stretch towards the heavens themselves, that her opponent was a class of Nobushi ronin that the islanders referred to as Kairagi. She had dispatched similar opponents before and knew all-too-well that their lethality stemmed not from strength, which was evident in their inhuman stature and rippling musculature, but rather from their often-discounted speed and agility.
As Lumine drew closer, a resonant voice emanated from beneath the Kairagi's demonic mask. It spoke in a language she couldn't understand: "Mukattekuru noka? Tsk, ohzeide kakattekitemo kawanzo." The kairagi widened his stance, his hand now hovering above the hilt of his katana. Lumine leapt gracefully across the collapsed floorboard section that ran lengthwise down the center of the room, her bifurcated cape fluttering behind her as she arched through the air. As she landed, the warrior staggered his stance and placed his right leg in a lower-back position, distributing his weight upon his toes and leaving his heel raised. The action of the razor-sharp, multi-folded katana blade passing over the scabbard's wooden interior produced a muted, but distinctly metallic, hiss. Upon drawing his sword, the brutish warrior raised it above his head, entering a guard the islanders referred to as judoh-no-kamae. As the two silhouettes stood facing each other, one wouldn't fault the hidden spectators for harboring doubt as to whether the thin girl's agility would even remotely counterbalance the raw power of a menacing, horned warrior that stood twice her height.
Within a fraction of a second, the fighters clashed. The Kairagi pushed off his toes and leapt at his opponent, his silhouette nearly forming a ring as he hyperextended his back with the intention of bringing his full weight to bear upon his dainty opponent. The Nobushi's speed was as inhuman as his stature; he was fast, but Lumine was a hair's breadth faster. With grace, the girl pushed off of her left leg and sidestepped a blow that thereafter slammed into the cedar floor with enough force to send splinters flying in all directions. Lumine dropped down to one knee, transitioning to a slide as she extended her Dull Blade⟨™⟩ to slash her opponent mid-calf. The opponent twitched, reacting with the annoyed conceit of a man being stung by a horsefly, and loosed a single muffled laugh under his breath.
As the Kairagi pivoted to face her, Lumine rose to her feet. Size and injury notwithstanding, her opponent drew a semi-circle with his wounded leg and swung horizontally, threatening to bisect the girl. Lumine threw her hips back and contorted her body—the tip of the blade arching through the air beneath her chin and severing the bottom third of her sidelocks. Though the strike left her opponent exposed, the awkward dodge left her in an unbalanced position that precluded any sort of advantage-taking. Lumine reset, but the Kairagi was already upon her.
The blonde's svelte figure, neotenous facial features, and ethereal dress clashed with her deft movement. She was a veteran warrior with the conventional beauty of a fairytale princess. While Lumine was undoubtedly thin, she had accumulated light musculature from a lifetime of adventuring;  her well-toned legs flexed as she pushed off of the ground, they cut through the air like daggers. She leveraged her weight, amplifying her speed and maneuverability, buttressing it with power generated from skillful displays of momentum-shifting. Lumine had effortlessly outmaneuvered her hulking opponent with technique that was an artistic display in itself: balletic, elegant. Her swordplay and footwork coalesced to result in movement that was reminiscent of the Sumerian dancers of Zubayr theater. While Lumine dipped, ducked, and dogged a fury of blows, she was inevitably forced to parry a strike. As effortless as it might have looked, it took unparalleled concentration and agility to fight an opponent whose blade alone was as long as she was tall.

Orange sparks flew through the air as the swords clashed. The Kairagi exerted enough force to elicit an audile creek from the floorboards beneath her. Lumine's slender legs, toned by countless excursions around Tevyat, bore the brunt of the downward pressure and began to buckle. She shifted her balance—the katana screeching as it fell lengthwise, ramming into the iron crossgaurd of her Dull Blade⟨™⟩. Manifesting the blessings of Inazuma's archon, she channeled an electric current into her blade. "Guwahh-... Kuso-onna!" Disengaging, the ronin raised his blade and prepared to jump backwards. Lumine, however, had already dropped to a knee and threw out a hand. Suddenly, three swift thunder shadows materialized and stuck the backpedaling Kairagi in the chest. The electric shock resulted in her opponent freezing up, his muscles rippling as they contracted, before he feel to his knees—vanquished with an exasperated sigh.
Still kneeling, Lumine surveyed the room with one hand firmly grasping her Dull Blade⟨™⟩'s hilt and other bracing her on the cedar floorboards. A bead of sweat cascaded down her temple as panted. Her golden locks and regal form coalesced to conjure the image of a lioness crouching over its defeated prey. The girl was beautiful: her elegant white dress with golden-bronze accents perfectly complemented her her luxurious, if now a little unkempt, blonde hair. Two sidelocks draped her cheeks, amplifying her youthful features; despite her martial prowess, she retained the radiant, innocent beauty of a storybook princess.
She noticed stars emanating from the corner of her vision and, on cue, rose to her feet—throwing her blade into the air, prompting it to dematerialize. "Uwa~, Paimon was worried for a second there." Her floating chibi companion fluttered around her. "Paimon wonders if she has ever seen someone that tall. He was like a muscular... tree. No, mountain! A muscular mountain!" Lumine chuckled at Paimon's childish description, flashing a smile that could disarm the Shogun herself.
The floorboard creeked in the distance. "Paimon!" She held out her arm, quickly turning to face the direction of the noise as her fairy companion's smug demeanor was swept away by panic. She flicked her outstretched wrist and her recently sheathed sword instantly materialized back into her hand.

Paimon surveyed the room frantically from behind Lumine's head. The unknown spectator began to slow clap as he approached. "Wonderful... Absolutely wonderful!" Lumine gazed upon the balcony the overlooked the sanctum. A figure emerged from the shadows: it was dark, but she could make out... a large hat?

The clapping figure's boomed with hubris that would be unbecoming even for even the most powerful of archons. He donned a hat whose circular brim must have been a meter in diameter. "Congratulations on finding our hideout... Heh, Don't think for a moment I'll congratulate you on beating that pathetic rat... I  truly don't believe he possessed the strength to beat a delusionless Tartaglia." The man laughed, genuinely enthralled by his own joke. "Allow me to introduce myself! I am the Balladeer, 6th of the Fatui Harbingers. I am delighted to finally meet you, O graceful and mightly traveler!"

The balladeer finally moved into the light the proceeded to pontificate for a long time, spewing dialogue. Though his words were carried by arrognace, his appearence was quite different. Not only was he significantly shorter than Lumine expected, but a certain sadness could be seen squirming beneath his haughty visage. As the boy droned on about delusions and schemes, Lumine wished she could skip his dialogue. Finally, he seemed to conclude: "The wrath of the Gods feed on your anger!" The boy with the comically large hat proclaimed, bursting into a fit of derisive laughter. Lumine readied her blade; however, as she entered low guard, lethargy overcome her.

"Tabibito, Paimon doesn't... Paimon doesn't f-feel soooo.." Thud. Faltering, darkness crept over her and she fell to the ground—forced down, oppressed by a substance of unknown origin. Paralyzed, entering in-and-out of consciousness, she fought with all her might, struggling to keep her eyes open. She channeled all her energy to stay awake; yet, every time she would open her eyes, the would slowly close of their own volition. As she methodically blinked, the Balladeer knelt down beside her and gazed into her closing eyes.
"...and I had such high hopes for you. Tsk, humans are such worthless creatures." Though she could no longer see, she felt the gloved hands of the balladeer caress her cheek and push her sidelock out of her eyes.
"Hesitant? How unbecoming." The balladeered beckoned to an unknown figure as he stood. "Six months, I'll be back in six months to collect my gnosis. Remember that, witch, or I will raze Inazuma city to the ground."
6 months later
Yae Miko ascended the steps that separated upper from lower Hanamizaka—the first district of Inazuma city. Months had passed since the cessation of the civil war and the liberation of the ambitions of the people. A sense of cordiality, an optimism long since dispossessed, descended upon the populace like sakura petals falling on a spring afternoon. Though few were familiar with just how instrumental Yae was in ending the civil war, her prestige remained quite high amongst the people.
Citizens bowed.

"Guuji-sama, Guuji-sama, can you bless my family. Papa is alw-..." A child tugged at her at the flower-blazoned flanks of her stylized shrine maiden outfit before being whisked away by her visibly embarrassed mother.

Guards stood at attention as she passed.

She refused all votive offerings until she arrived at Tomoki's new patisserie. "Ah, Yae-sama! I am truly honored by your presence. Without you, I... I would surely still be peddling food at my stall. Tenshukaku's patronage is greatly appreciated but, please, if you have the time, let the administration know that we need more dairy to keep up with demands..." The vendor put his hand on his head and look to the side out of embarrassment.

"Many brave heroes fought to ensure the Shogun's return to the mortal realm, but I daresay you're the reason she stays, Tomoki-kun~." The fox flashed a wry smile. The vendor stuttered, preparing to convey his sincerest thanks. The head priestess of the Narukami shrine interjected with a chuckle. "Be at ease, little one, and if Tenshukaku cannot accommodate your dairy demands, the Shrine will find a way to import whatever you need from the North. Let us consider it an offering to our almighty Shogun, shall we~?"

"Guuji-sama, I..." As the man began his reply, the kitsune smiled and walked away. "Ah! Guuji-sama, please, wait one moment. A gift: you always lamented the texture of our dango milk. We decided to see if we could make something a bit more palatable. Please, take it... You won't be disappointed."

Yae thanked the man on behalf of the Shrine and resumed her walk towards Kiminami Restaurant with an uncharacteristically heavy glass bottle of dango milk resting below her chest, nested between her arms like a newborn child. With the sun at its zenith, she intuited that it must now be noon and giggled to herself—the cold milk's condensation saturating the ornate fabric of her dress. Kiminami's rather disheveled looking hostess, strangely fanning herself in the summers head, greeted her. "A-ah, Yae Guuji-sama, w-we weren't expecting you so early. I apologize but the kitchen is working on a big order at the moment and will be unable to accommodate your request. If you would like, we ca-."
"Be relieved, little one, I am simply visiting a friend: our favorite customer. You wouldn't deny me this, surely~?"

"I... Of course, Guuji-sama. Please follow me. She is upstairs on the right."

"Ara, Upstairs? Still? Fufu, how cruel.~" Yae remarked with a wry smile causing the server to avert her gaze and blush. Upon entering the restaurant, it became immediately apparent why the hostess was fanning herself outside; Yae was greeted by the smell of grease, amplified by the fire of the kitchen. It hung so heavily in the air it threatened to stifle breathing. The Kitchen staff, who were frantic prior to her arrival, were spurred on even further by the entrance of such a regal figure and were now motioning to each other. Yae spotted a disheveled looking Kiminami-san, clearly exhausted by the work, kneading dough.

"Ah, Yae-sama, the traveler is right upstairs. I'm sorry but... I cannot join you at the moment, I..." She motioned to the food she was preparing with a smile that just barely hid her exhaustion. Unfortunately, the dark circles under her eyes and hollow cheeks betrayed her. "Kiminami restaurant is grateful for your visit and for your patronage of the traveler's---." A muffled URRRRRPPPPP resounded from the stairwell. "--meals..." She finished with a defeated smile.

The hostess led Yae up the stairwell and towards the room. Upon reaching it, she placed her hand on the shohji door's lattice frame, but, as Yae expected, hesitated to open it. Her silence was punctuated by the muffled sounds of labored breathing, chewing, and an occasional belch. Yae smiled coyly and, tilting her head in a quintessentially vulpine display of curiosity. She inquired: "Is something the matter, dear~?"

The hostess hesitated for another moment as if to build up the courage to speak. Unbeknownst to her, Yae tacitly considered her impending objection as a sign of respect—an indication of success. "Y-Yae Guuji-sama, I-I... I just don't know if this is a good idea. I am grateful for what the traveler has done for Inazuma. M-my brother, even, got his vision back!! I just can't stand to see the traveler lik-" Another hhURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP...nnnghhhh punctuated their conversation and caused hostess to shudder. "----like this..." She pointed to the still-closed shoji whilst averting the smug gaze of the priestess.
"Little one, do you mean to imply that the traveler does not deserve to indulge? Unless I am mistaken, countless thousands owe her their lives. I would say, however many lifetimes of indulgence she has secured, she most certainly deserves for herself, wouldn't you? Do not tell me you would you deny Kitsune Saiguu her indulgences if she returned today~~?" The kitsune's demeanor suddenly shifted from nauseatingly smug to menacing as the brought her hand up to her mouth in a contemplative gesture. "Or do you mean to imply that the Narukami shrine is misappropriating funds?"

"Tha-...  I wouldn-...." The girl appeared to be on the verge of tears.

In an equally sudden tonal shift, Yae re-equipped her smile. "Now now, little one, it was a silly question. I would never accuse the person that has been so diligently fattening up my... little friend of something so terrible. On behalf of Narukami shrine, I should thank you for ensuring that our... fufu... heavy hero is not burdened by anything other than her weight~~."

Uehara-san stammered. "Wh-what?? F-f-fatteni-....?"

"Uehara-san...." The sly fox smiled as she tilted her head in the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes Guuji-sama! I'm sorry Yae-sama!" She bowed and exclaimed before going downstairs.
Reminiscing on the Past
Finally alone, Yae Miko gently grasped the wooden lattice structure of the sliding door with her slender fingers, opening it without making a sound. If grease threatened to replace the air on the first floor, it had most certainly already done so here; mixing seamlessly with the scent of various creamy sauces and buttery side dishes, the atmosphere was markedly more humid than the kitchen itself. Today, for the first time since she left Grand Narukami shrine, her smile was genuine.
Four sounds became immediately more pronounced. She noticed, first of all, the sound of the wooden bench creaking as as the obese girl shifted her bulk as she shovel food down her throat; after that, she noticed a complex of sound that she could only be described as that of aggressive gluttony—the sound of the burger's creamy sauces and cheese being smushed together by the figure's maladroit, pudgy hands as she clumsily brought it closer and closer to her plump lips, desperately trying keep the monstrously thick, juicy burger patty nestled between the butter-basted buns; the sound of chewing with reckless abandon—ignoring superficial things like taste in an utterly graceless attempt to satiate her hunger; and the fourth, Yae's personal favorite, was a mixture of the wet sliding of swallowing  a slurry of high-calorie, greasy slop followed by the natural result of eating far too quickly:
"Hu-...huuOOOOOOORRRRPPPPPPPP....Ah, h-ha....hah.... schoo... hngh-gudddd." Though she was only truly moving her arms, the disheveled mound of blubber panted for a moment as if she had seriously physically exerted herself but then quickly resumed her exertive feasting.

These four noises were ones that Yae had become intimately familiar with over the past 6 months; yet, for the first time since she devised her most recent scheme, Yae could hear a barely perceptible 4th sound that, had it not been for her vulpine ears, would have remained unnoticed. Is she.... purring?  Yae mused to herself, the normally austere kitsune's heart beating just a bit faster. Ara ara... She recognized it: after every bite, upon swallowing every mouthful, the blimpish blonde would rest for a moment and emit a barely audible moan. Considering the gluttonous cacophony, Yae doubted that her fat-addled friend was even conscious of the noises that she had been making.

Finally drawing her gaze from the floor up towards the huffing, belching sow—whose porcine flanks drooped slightly off the edge of the her seat and jiggled mesmerizingly as she ate—the first thing that caught the priestess' attention was the choice of seating: the traveler, not from Inazuma, always had a difficult time sitting in seiza and consequently elected to use a chair during most outings. When Yae and the traveler had "caught up" last month, the chair still fit the then only pudgy posterior of the ever-ballooning adventurer; however, this time Yae's potbellied plaything was seated upon a bench meant to fit, Yae concluded, four normal sized Inazumans. The priestess also noticed that the Lumine's lustrous, pure white dress—a dress that radiated regality and emanated elegance—had decisively not been resized since their last meeting.
Yae didn't possess the utter contempt for humans that Ei's discarded progeny did, but she most assuredly enjoyed seeing them squirm. She would never hurt them, to be sure, but contriving situations where they faced ultimately benign failure made the ennui of immortality less painful. The priestess reveled in the embarrassment of the obese adventurer, waiting with bated breath. She didn't so much care precisely how the pudgy princess gained weight but, rather, how she reacted to weight gain. Yae knew that it would be difficult to engineer such a situation—one that might truly test the traveler—as she was skilled in a variety of fields related to combat and adventuring, and things always seemed to turn out in her favor. She drew upon 500 years of experience. She was well-acquainted with these types: ever-active, impetuous adventurers that could handle everything on the battlefield. There was, however, one foe that always bested them: peace. All Lumine needed was a push. Perhaps Yae had been a bit too forceful this time, but the prospect of fattening Loom was simply too tantalizing.
Following the end of the civil war, Lumine became a veritable hero from Ritoh to Watasumi. She was incessantly showered with gifts and became an emblem for the freedom and prosperity for all of Inazuma. Two months of victory feasts and various other revelries with everyone from the Sangonomiya girl to the head of the Kamisato clan, and even commoners like the daughter of Naganohara fireworks, slowly but surely expanded her waistline.
At the beginning, the additional weight had distributed it self more-or-less into desirable areas. That is not to say that her "problem areas" were unaffected; her washboard stomach, which formerly featured a distinct, but not excessively pronounced, V-taper and a set of six defined abdominal muscles, was assaulted—strained by daily feasting. Every night, Lumine would lay her head on her pillow, moaning in pain and clutching her distended gut, her slender core bulging from within. No matter how much she ate during this period, the gnawing hunger inside of her always demanded one more bite until she was forced to retire for the evening due to an inevitable food coma. During this period, her stomach was so often rendered spherical, packed full of Inazuman delicacies, that she was once mistaken for being pregnant by the ardent leader of the Arataki gang—an event that made her so embarrassed the gang ended up cooking for her for an entire week out of guilt.

Lumine had always assured herself that the unsightly, distended midsection would be gone come morning—upon digesting her food, her toned core would always greet her once more. Inevitably, however, she awoke to find that her washboard stomach had simply vanished beneath a thin layer of pudge, unable to withstand the relentless onslaught of calories. She frantically ran her fingers across her paunch, pressing into the thin layer of flab in search of some semblance of musculature. No matter the angle, she was greeted with a puffy layer of pudge. She was saved from further embarrassment at that time because, no matter pudgy her belly became, her additional weight amplified her feminine attributes tenfold; her dagger-like legs that formerly supplied power to her thin, slender frame had become laden with fat. Her thighs, though just barely being "thin" enough to maintain her normal walking gait, did unfortunately not allow her the same luxury whilst she was engaged in running or, archon forbid, acrobatics. The nature of her dress, which hid her paunch quite well, failed do do the same for her thighs and ass; the latter of which had grown immensely—her previously muscular glutes being replaced by two globular, teardrop-shaped asscheeks that seamlessly transitioned into flanks laden with nascent pudge and fledgling love handles.
This was compounded by the fact that her chest—which was always shapely—had become engorged with fat. Though her breasts maintained their characteristic perkiness in contrast to her flabby posterior and chunky tighs, Lumine presumed that she had gone up at least a cup size. Her chest now threatened to burst the two front straps that fastened her dress to her neck irrespective of the her posture; they became so swollen that excess flab oozed out of the top of her bra and severely hindered her swordfighting ability.

One day, prior to a feast at Tenshukaku, she was desperately trying to maintain her fighting prowess and shed a few extra pounds by training in the Yashiro comission's courtyard with the Kamisato boy. She found herself completely unable to engage in any form of strenuous cardio activity; her legs would chafe, ass audibly jiggling as she ran laps. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough, whilst she was sparring with the boy, she pirouetted to dodge a blow, instinctually transitioning to high guard—a position she lad long since lost the ability to do. This immediately caused the straps that bridged the gap from her chest to her neck to snap—the top half of her dress crumbling, exposing her chest. Ayato knew that, considering the quantity his friend was eating, it was only a matter of time until something snapped. He wasn't, however, expecting it to be this literal.
Still admiring her work in silence, Yae recalled the first time that she accompanied Lumine to the tailor. She vividly remembered Lumine's flustered face—ever so slightly bloated as a result of her gluttony—and how she sheepishly explained to Ogora-san of Mio textiles that she needed the length of the skirt adjusted as well as the golden clasps that held the dress around neck and back refastened.
As the period of revelry ended, Lumine had nearly doubled in size. Yae Miko, however, endeavored to insure that Lumine's celebratory period was only just beginning. On behalf of the Grand Narukami shrine, she insisted that her pet take a share of the votive offerings that were given to the shrine on Lumine's behalf; she moreover utilized Yae Publishing House as a front to comp Lumine's accommodations, covering all of her essential expenses, and making sure that she was always supplied with food and drink from Inazuma's best resturants. Of course, it didn't help that Yae, with the begrudging help of Scaramouche in his Fatui hideout months ago, exposed Lumine to an appetite enhancing concoction meant to take advantage of the feasting that would inevitably follow the traveler's triumph because, in fairness, that had worn off after the first month.

Though Lumine was undoubtedly large, she still maintained a quintessentially feminine figure thanks to her desirable initial fat distribution. At this point, she most assuredly could have turned things around, shed the weight, and exited this debacle more gracefully than she entered yet; however, the cordiality of the Narukami Shrine and the Publishing House, the former supplying her with an incessant stream of snacks and the latter allowing her to veritably live at the best restaurants, coalesced with the fact that she had been functionally conditioned to eat. Though the potion was not in effect, her expanded stomach capacity and familiarity with the feeling of being full—a constant for 4 months—meant that, when food was placed in front of her, she ate until her belly was taut, red with fullness.
During this period, due to the fiasco at the Yashiro commission, she stopped training completely: the final nail in the coffin. Lumine's decisive lack of physical activity doomed her to almost immediate obesity. All of the parts of her body that had escaped unscathed were, within weeks, distorted beyond recognition by her ravenous hunger. Though she always had neotenous, youthful features and a fairly circular face, her once sharp jawline and high cheekbones were swallowed flab and replaced with meaty, fat-addled chipmunk cheeks that would jiggle slightly if she moved her head too quickly in one direction. Her hairstyle had remained unchanged—still sporting two distinct sidelocks that draped the sides of her face; whereas they previous served to draw attention to her beauty, they now simply drew attention to her bulging cheeks and invited all onlookers pinch and jostle them (something that Itto would never fail to do). Her once supple, thin neck was replaced by a fleshy mass of donut-shaped flab that obliterated the distinction between collarbones and jawline, threatening to swallow her dress' neck clasp whole, and her meaty arms expanded like taut loafs of pale bread that—should Lumine raise them, which she rarely ever did anymore—she would find they would developed a pendulous sag and jiggled at the slightest of movements.
Lumine's most recently visit to Ogura textiles necessitated a retailoring of the sleeves of her dress; her portly arms bulged out of the exposed side of her sleeves like dough. If she even so much as bent them, which she considered absolutely essential movement insofar as it allowed her to bring thousands of calories of Inazuman delicacies to her plump lips on a daily basis, the clasp would pop off, freeing her doughy arms and sending them into a quaking frenzy. Also, though she conveniently omitted this fact when talking to Yae, she made sure that Ogura-san retailored her gloves and ankle bracers: tubby fingers becoming so swollen fat that caused her gloves to rip down the center should she ball her hand into a fist—calves expanding to such a degree that her ornamental bracers could no longer be fastened whatsoever.
Whenever Yae had met Lumine during the first four months of her post-war stay, Lumine always mentioned the necessity of loosing weight.

"Hehe, my chest might be... getting to big to swing a sword..." she sheepishly informed Miko with a smile.

"Huff, ha-huff, Ayaka-san... I don't t-think I can keep up..." she lamented to a concerned friend whilst they were exercising.

"M-my fingersh won't fit into my glovesh...." she muttered to the tailor whilst chewing on steaming yakitori.

"I... don't think... I-I'm rested enough spar with y-...hlurrkk... you anymore, Ayato-kun..."

The pudgy princess had long since lost the ability to move gracefully in combat and was rapidly approaching a size where she would completely lose the ability to move gracefully at all. Last time they met, Yae noted that she had developed a permeant waddle whilst walking; due to her height, she would shuffle from side to side and frequently stop, panting, as they ascended the stairs towards upper Hanamizaki. As they reached Ogura textiles, Lumine told Ogura-san precisely what she wanted done. Once they had sorted everything out and Yae had graciously paid the bill, the kitsune noticed that there had been no mention of a need to lose weight. At that moment, Yae concluded that her scheme was well worth the price: Lumine had been completely corrupted by gluttony and would never again so much as wield a sword.
An Unthinkable Present
Now, looking at her from behind, Yae was able to finally internalize the disastrous effects of Lumine's most recent month of unrestrained gorging; she was quite simply a mess—painfully obese. Previously, Yae would sometimes playfully call her a her kitten or piglet, or any variety of diminutive pet names, but that no longer captured the depth of gluttony to which the present Lumine had descended. The flabby, rotund mass sat in front of Yae passionately glutting herself on a burger. Her massive breasts had been joined by a ponderous belly with two distinct folds that, combined with her meaty arms and swollen hands, inhibited bringing her fattening feast directly to her mouth. Consequently, in a truly porcine display of gluttony, she would rock slightly forward with every bite—it was the only way that she could actually bring the food to her mouth. Yae contemplated telling her that all she had to do was eat the burger with one hand rather than two, but she found the fact that Lumine obstinately clung to utterly adorable chipmunk-like behavior, which from the back resembled more of a pig at a trough than a cute woodland creature.
With every bite, the graceless blonde would send her lard-laden body into a hypnotic, jiggling fit; her asscheeks, which had become dimpled and swollen, partially hung off the thin wooden bench and rippled with every bite. As the newest momentum-shifting technique that Lumine had learned necessitated that she slightly lift her expansive ass out of its seat with every bite, Yae watched—mesmerized by way her flabby flanks spread across the length of the bench, like melting butter as she sat and reforming as she shifted.
The sight was enough to make the Kitsune fail to register the fact the Lumine's dress was in shambles. The adventurer was oblivious to the fact that her skirt had simply exploded—the central seam that ran ran along the back of the dress to the fringes of the skirt had been torn asunder—unable to even partially contain her vast expanse of lard the spilled out of it like a creamy white pudding. With the central seam split, only the golden ornamental clasp that fastened held her skirt around her hips was preventing her dress from being turned into a literal apron. The clasp was being rended apart by two slabs of fat; the first was Lumine's  wholly exposed, gargantuan ass that better resembled the flanks of a fattened farm animal  than any human Yae had seen. Due to her piggish movements and, Yae admitted, the fantastic dexterity of the metal, with every bite the clasp would dig into, and push up, Lumine's backfat: the second slab of lard that assaulted every remaining fiber of her dress. The contest between her massive, quaking fat-addled hips and the pressure being built up by the sandwiching of her backfat directly above the clasp resulted in the latter sitting atop the metal fastening, taut and jiggling, like foam atop a mug of beer. Yae nearly gave away her presence, stifling laughter at the way her backfat bulged outwards being reminiscent of an engorged tick. With every bite, her shoulders moved up and down, heightening the strain and applying more downward pressure on the clasp. Had Yae been any less composed, she would have ran her tongue across every bugle and crevice on the spot.

Yae couldn't see her calves, but the slovenly blonde's arms had become dimpled with delicious lard. Being wedged firmly at her sides, they seemed to exhibit a perkiness that was almost as mouthwatering as Lumine's backfat. While the way they remained glued to her sides as she glutted herself hid the rolls of fat that gave way to her flabby gut,  Yae could clearly see the furrows her lard-packed apron of a belly had created despite the way her arms and dress masked the rolls they rested upon. It certainly wasn't helping that her arms could no longer hang freely at her side; they were permanently raised at a slight angle, propped up upon 2 distinct lard-filled rolls: the topmost, and most pronounced, of which gracefully transitioned upwards into her fleshy, swollen breasts whereas the lower arched downward and gave way to the first donut-shaped roll of her sagging gut.

As the kitsune approached the hopelessly obese traveler, she noticed that corpulent blonde's hair was greasy, frayed, and matted to the nape of her neck. Due to her haircut, her neck fat—which now formed a bloated ring around her head—could be seen quaking with every bite. It looked as if her once supple, thin neck had become so laden with soft, inviting fat that any distinction between her head and trunk had been obliterated, replaced with a waterfall of luscious lard. This was, however, an illusion created by her unrepentant gluttony; the longer she ate, the more she got lost in the act of eating, the closer her face got to the food, and the more hunched-over she became. "Two months..." Yae thought to herself, pondering how long it would take until she would be coax Lumine into eating out of a literal trough.
Still unnoticed, Yae inched closer—moving into what would have otherwise been Lumine's left-back periphery. Her arms were crossed in her characteristic, judgmental position. This position allowed her to see the side of Lumine's face, to watch as her nigh globular, bloated cheeks jiggled with every mouthful. Yae raised her left hand to her mouth, gazing upon Lumine with a mixture of lust and nauseatingly smug pride, smiling to herself. Lumine's distended neck fat was so rotund that it completely swallowed the clasp that fastened her dress around her neck, the entire circumference of which was wholly lost above what would have otherwise been her collarbone. From the back, it simply looked as if it had snapped off. Yae wondered if the hoggish human could breathe but concluded if farm animals could wear collars whilst eating, so could Lumine.
Yae could watch her portly plaything eat for an eternity. Sometimes, without Lumine knowing, Yae would do precisely that: watch her eat throughout the day, observing how her determination gradually shifting to seeing how many Fatui she could best in a day to seeing how many yakiniku skewers she could gorge herself on before being whisked away by a food coma; watching as her white dress became stained with various sauces or grease. Today, however, was a special day; Yae's porcine pet had lost—completely given in to gluttony—and that was worth celebrating. She was so entranced by the prospect of food she had given up on retailoring her dress; she was so enthralled by her gnawing desire to pack her ponderous, flabby paunch with as many treats as she possibly could that she failed to notice the kitsune was standing next to the bench beside her, mere inches away from fatty slab of her left flank that rippled with every bite.
She let out her characteristic and playful, but subtly arrogant laugh. "Fufufu..." She closed her eyes and radiated playful smile. Immediately, the gluttonous woman jumped in her seat—an act that sent her fleshy rolls into a jiggling frenzy. The jump concluded  in an audible pop as her back clasp became undone, freeing her backfat which crashed into her equally bloated flanks and rear like an avalanche of flab, resulting in an a distinct CLAP.  In her shock, the lard-pile princess let the patty slide out of her burger and whimpered like a lost puppy causing the flabby second chin that outlined her face to quake like Jell-O.
Yae watched with her index finger placed gently on her lips—a gesture that radiated judgement from above—as the traveler slowly turned her neck to face her assailant. Still holding the remnants of the burger, her cheeks bulged with unchewed, greasy slop; her neck craned and created a pronounced line between her check pudge and neck roll.
As Yae stood parallel to Lumine, still standing slightly behind her left flank, she met Lumine's gaze. The look on Lumine's face made the kitsune bite her thumb almost hard enough to draw blood in an effort to prevent lust from overwhelming her. The visage of the now obese warrior was priceless. No... Yae thought, It was delicious.  Lumine stood like a deer in the headlights, wide eyed. Her face was flushed red, her chubby cheaks resembling tomatos as they hung off her face, engorged with fat—gullet only partially hidden by her dimpled, chunky armfat.
The peculiarities of Lumine's fat did not particularly concern Yae at this moment. What Yae found so enticing, so delectable, was her expression. Lumie's countenance had been distorted by concoction of shock, embarrassment, and an exquisite tinge of fear; it conjured the image of walking in on someone engaged in a dangerously taboo act of lust. The origin of the embarrassment was obvious; the plump glutton had always been acted sheepish whenever someone noticed her eating habits. Yae wondered, however, whether the shock stemmed from being noticed or the resulted in her being forced to stop eating, but these two points were more of an afterthought for the sly kitsune. The most mouthwatering emotion that characterized Lumine's face was fear: the fear of being exposed as a pig that meant some part of her psyche still retained a normal disposition—deep inside, part of her still clung to temperance and "fought" against her porcine urges; the fear of others finding out her "hidden" desires which meant that she did not yet believe it was obvious in her appearance—the way she waddled down the streets of inazuma, the way she would pant not after physical activity but after every hearty meal, the way her cankles caused her a bracers to pop with every step or how or her plump fingers, fat bulging upon every digit, disallowed wearing her gloves.
In short, Lumine genuinely believed that the results of her gluttony were not yet evident in her every movement, her every action; she considered her reckless feasting to be something only visible to her alone and only during her gluttonous moments—something still able to be hidden behind a closed door. Whether it was because she had gained weight so quickly or because she had never experienced worrying about her weight before was irrelevant—Yae found it equally sublime.
"Mufufufu..." A genuine laugh, perhaps the first in a century, echoed throughout the room as Yae stared in silence, waiting for a response.
"M-Mik-mhhffUULK..." Lumine threw her sauce covered hands to her face in an effort to stifle her hiccup, the action allowed Yae to gaze upon Lumine's delicious cascading side rolls in full as her dress, which was being held in place by her fatty arms, finally turned into an apron. The manner in which Lumine's pancake-shaped, bulging top roll gave way to her plump breasts, swollen with lard, was delectable; the way her two lower rolls arched downward, transitioning into her sagging gut, complimented by the upward arch of of her bulging thighfat, was sublime. Yae particularly loved how the upward arch of her gut melted into her love handles, never quite meeting the flab of her thighs—her flanks so bloated with fat they they remained resolutely independent: the belly curving upward, the thigh curving downwards, creating a small protruding triangle of independent and utterly adorable blubber that would jiggle independent if caressed.
Lumine drew her hand away from her face, but stains remained int their place beside her greasy lips. Her cheeks, still bloated with unchewed food, muffled her voice. "Mph-Migho-shan...I dhidh-hhhlUUUPF..." Another stifled hiccup, the suppression of which sent ripples across her body, her rotund asscheeks jiggling as they sagged slightly over the edge of the bench.
"Ara, has no-one ever told you it's rude to speak with your mouth full? fufu...~" Yae Miko, still standing, placed the dango milk bottle on the wooden table and drew a sakura-emblazoned handkerchief from her dress. She moved in, looming above the traveler's obese form, reaching her hand out towards Lumine's cheek.
The traveler winced, expecting reprimanding, but was instead greeted with the gentle caress of the kitsune's fingertips as the brushed her greasy sidelock out of her face. "Hmm, someone has been naughty today~..." Yae knelt down slightly; brushing the blonde, greasy sidelock behind the ear of the traveler and affectionately cupping the travelers neck fat, the matronly priestess caressed Lumine's globular cheek with her thumb, she brought her handkerchief down upon the greasy smudges nigh outlined the Lumine's plump lips, wiping them away.
Lumine gazed upward at Yae with puppy-dog eyes, her fearful expression melted away. It was clear to Yae that the traveler had not felt such maternal affection in quite a long time. As she gazed done into Lumine's eyes and caressed the her plump cheekfat, the traveler seemed to purr in contentment. "M-Mikoh-sha---..." Yae sat down on the bench next to the traveler, though her legs hung of the side opposite to Lumine's.
"Shhh, shh... there's no need to speak now, little one...~" Miko withdrew the handkerchief, placing it upon the table. She brought her other hand back to Lumine's face, cupping her cheekfat with both hands. "Fufufu... adorable...~" She played with Lumine's face fat, gently lifting it up and allowing it to fall back into place, jiggling briefly. The traveler turned red in embarassement, but she didn't move her face away, clearly enjoying the physical affection. Yae simply smiled lovingly at her plaything.
The priestess gently moved her hands to the travelers neck, untying the final clasp that held her dress up. It crumpled to the floor, exposing her obese body. Lumine's ponderous breasts were fighting against gravity to maintain their perkiness. Though they were simply too swollen with fat, too blubbery to decisively win this battle, they nevertheless rested nicely upon the topmost fold of her belly. Yae could finally see the top-half of Lumine's distended gut, taut with fullness, forcing her to take shallow, labored breaths. Moving them away from the travelers lard-laden face, the kitsune let her fingertips cascade down the travelers fattened form. With her left hand, she moved laterally across Lumine's distended gut, letting it rest on her stomach, rubbing it gently; with her right hand, she traced the fold of Lumine's belly that gave way to her love handle. Finally reaching the bulging section of fat that flared out, giving way to her meaty flanks, she jiggled it with her slender thumb. "Ara, I believe this one is new...~"
"Mmmmmmmm, haa...haaaaa-..." The traveler moaned, panted. Yae's caress produced a delicate, light burp that gentley exited the travelers plump lips. "hhhuuuuuuurpff..."
"Fufufu, good girl. You must be starving. Don't worry, Yae brought a special treat for you today...~"
Lumine was intoxicated. The nigh electrifying caress of her caretaker coalesced with her gluttonous disorientation, topped of by the enthralling, sweet sakura perfume that masked the feminine fox. Lumine found herself utterly spellbound, hanging on Yae's every word, every touch. Looking longingly at Yae, with glassy eyes, she nodded in assent.
With a loving, subtly devious smile, Yae removed her hands from Lumine's belly, an action that caused the traveler to jerk forward slightly in an effort to remain in the priestess' embrace. Yae giggled. She wrapped her fingers around the bottle of dango milk, which, though still cold, was dripping with condensation. Untying the ornamental fabric, she unscrewed the cap. The rich armona of dairy and the sweet smell of dango filled the room.
As she raised the bottle slightly above Lumine's head, the obese adventurer extended her blubbery neck and opened her mouth. As Yae moved it closer, the tip of Lumine's tongue hung on her plump lower lip in anticipation. "If she had a tail....." Yae mused. As the bottle was about to reach Lumine's lips, Yae balked. "Ah ah ah, what do you say~?" Yae asked, voice oozing with maternal affeection.

"Hu-hhaaa, h-... P-pleashe, Miko-san...."
With that, Yae tilted the bottle to meet the her portly plaything's lips. Yae noticed, as she titled the bottle, the liquid had the consistency of yoghurt: it was ridiculously thick, viscous. The traveler took to the bottle like a calf, wrapping her lips around it an grasping it gently with both hands. The traveler would take in as big of a mouthful as she could, swallow with a gulp, and then exhale audibly out of her nose.
"Fufu...~" Yae giggled at the juxtaposition of the piggish traveler's chipmunk-like behavior once more. The kitsune placed her free hand upon the back of the traveler's head, which was craned upwards to meet the bottle, causing a distinct roll to form on her neck. Yae rested her hand on this plump pad of fat and ran her lithe finger through the travelers blond locks, caressing the back of her head. The sensation of her head being caressed mixed  flawlessly with the feeling of the thick, creamy liquid slowly filling Lumine's turgid, blubbery gut; the traveler's eyes fluttered, rolling back into her head. Yae inched closer to Lumine, bringing her lips to the traveler's ear, her slender neck and sharp, vulpine features clashed with the plump, sagging flesh of the traveler. Voice dripping with maternal affection, oozing with love, Yae whispered in Lumine's ear: "Good kittens purr...~"
Lumine, entranced, began to let out muffled moans with every exhale.
"Good girl, good girl~." The priestess continued to run her hands through Lumine's hair. A dribble of cream escaped the corner of Lumine's lips as she sucked down the fattening liquid; it slowly, tenderly traversed the lnegth of her fattened for and left a white trail to mark its travels. The priestess noticed the droplet of cream as it cascaded across her plaything's pillowy breasts, her swollen pink nipples quickly becoming erect at the sensation.

Lumine was in heaven—the sakura perfume, the kitsune's electrifying caress, the dango milk setting her tastebuds aflame, feeling of the thick liquid cascading down her throat, and the pressure in her gut slowly rising.
Eternity, she thought, as her ambitions faded away, dissolved by bliss.
Epilogue
As Yae Miko left Lumine's room, walking towards the staircase with a smile, a voice resounded from down the dimly lit hallway.
"Disgusting. How can you spend time around these vermin. Humans are such pitiful creatures. That you would reduce me to participating in such a scheme is repugnant. Do you have no shame?" A voice dripped with contempt. "Tell me, witch, is this truly worth a gnosis?" The figure approached her, his comically large hat nearly spanning the breadth of the hallway. While he walked with anger and spat fire, his stature did not match his mannerisms.

"Fumu, it's still too early to tell I suppose. Come back in six months, I'll have a better answer for you then~." The fox riposted, reaching into the sleeves of her kimono and removing a mitsumodome engraved chess piece. Her voice radiated a certain variety of smug conceit that enraged her interlocutor. She dangled the chess piece out in front of him. Bubbling with rage, the boy reached for it. With a smug smile, Yae quickly moved it beyond his grasp causing him to whiff the air. "...and besides, you always mention that humans are pigs, mufufu~."

"We had a deal, witch. Hold your tongue or I will remove it."

"Fumu, do you talk to your mother in that tone~~?" The boys face grew red with anger, as he was about to speak, she flicked the gnosis as him, causing him to dive to catch it. Enraged, the boy looked up, but the devious kitsune was already gone.