Patreon Prompt 231

Prompt: A paladin finally tracks down the chronomancer he was hired to catch. The chronomancer, cornered and desperate, uses his magic to alter the paladin's past to change the mighty warrior into a fatass femboy who struggles to even take a step.

   “It’s over, heretic scum!” Edgar proclaimed, hoisting up his shield and sword in preparation of finally taking down the chronomancer.

   “I’m not a heretic,” Chet replied, his fingers rapidly tapping away at his magical orb. “The church is just using its power to crack down on magic users that won’t pay their steep fees.”

   “Say what you will. The divine ruler sees your sins and will cast down their judgement upon-“

   Edgar stopped mid-speech as his body was wracked with shivers. Looking once more at his orb, the chronomancer observed the various tweaks he had made to the paladin’s past in the hopes of slowing him down. Unsure of the results of tampering with Edgar’s life, Chet could only watch and wait for the results.

   The greater increase in food to the holy warrior’s meals was made evident by the bulging, barrel-like belly that burst apart his armor. Endless pampering from a more doting mother and family left him with a pair of sagging man boobs that put most women to shame. Multiple sessions of sitting and lounging to the sound of elegant music gifted him with a pair of pudgy ass cheeks that spelled the end for the rest of his armor and his dignity.

   Unable to recall what he was doing, but knowing it had something to do with Chet, Edgar clenched his pudgy fingers and began to waddle towards the chronomancer. The former paladin’s valor was nowhere to be seen as he struggled to move forward. Heavy breath leaving Edgar’s soft cheeks to jostle his silky smooth hair and multiple chins made Chet linger in the alley. Tripping over his own bulky legs, Edgar began to topple forward only to have the chronomancer catch him at the last second.

   “Easy there, big fella,” Chet said, feeling more than a little guilty for Edgar’s predicament. “Let me help you get you somewhere you can rest.”

   “And eat?” Edgar asked, his voice much higher and full of pity.

   “Of course,” Chet replied, helping Edgar shuffle through the alley while he pondered how to fix his “little” mess.