Patreon Prompt 558

Prompt: After defeating the Evil Dragon King, the party of adventurers disbands and are finally free to become the gassy BBWs and BHMs they always wanted to be. They meet up a year later and are all happy with their new lives and bodies.

            The year of peace that followed the defeat of the Evil Dragon King had made sure that Trein the elf’s journey to their favorite tavern was a peaceful one. As bare bones as the establishment was, the long eared spellcaster still recalled the fateful day that they had met their faithful companions under the shared interest of freeing the kingdom from tyranny. Now with the fighting done and the group’s adventuring days over, Trein put on a smile as they watched their former party members waddle into the tavern.

            At the head of the pack was Slao the human fighter, his once pristine armor covered in food stains and stretched out by his enormous, doughy gut. Elshwa the dwarf followed, with her formerly magnificent beard now a mess of unkempt follicles that was pushed forward by her distended belly and melon-like breasts. Keeping to the center of the group like old times, Brawna the orc woman cleric tried to be polite about bumping into the others with her meaty buttocks. Following up the back end of the group as always was Gogu, a catman whose days of sneaking around appeared to be over considering his furry body was now breaching 400 pounds.

            As the rest of Trein’s part members sat their flabby bodies on two chairs a piece, the elf couldn’t help comparing their enlarged bodies to their own. When they had last met, Trein had been the thinnest of the group. Now, they were the largest at over 600 pounds thanks to magic enhancements they had made to escalate their goal of becoming a complete glutton. While they would have liked to share these methods with the others, the arrival of food meant it was time to show off another facet of their post-adventuring lives.

            Over the course of the meal, the group showed no restraint in indulging themselves. Between bites of food, they showed no shame in letting belches fly to free up more room in their guts. As the feast progressed, the adventurers added a cacophony of BRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPs to their eating thanks to the constant blasts of flatulence from their chubby rears. Their ravenous binging only went on hold as a minute long PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTTT rippled out of Trein’s rear. Basking in their own fumes and the adoration of their party, the elf resumed eating and enjoying the company of their fellow, slobby companions.