Patreon Prompt 499

Prompt: A once beautiful elven maiden has been turned into a blob of grease, hair and blubber after eating regenerating troll meat with all of her extremities, including her head, sucked deep into the fat. Residing in her sorceress friend's castle as she works on a cure, all the elf can do is reflect and take in the strange sensation of being completely buried in lard.

   I should have listened to my fellow party members. Instead, I allowed my hunger to get the better of me and ate the troll meat before it was fully cooked. At that moment, the rich flavor of the horrendous monster was enough to let me overlook the possible side effects. The true ramifications of my unwise feast hit early the morning after.

   As the hours passed, my slender body became distorted by increasing layers of fat. Any clothes I could find were rapidly torn apart due to my constantly expanding form. By the time the group’s sorceress had managed to find the appropriate spell to counteract the curse, it was already too late.

   Through the combined teamwork of my party, they were able to move my immobile blob into the sorceress’s castle. Her magic was able to prevent me from growing any larger, but it could do little to get rid of the thousands of pounds of flesh weighing me down. My enormous butt cheeks keep me pinned to the floor; working alongside my enormous, hair-riddled belly to make walking upon my blubbery legs nothing more than a fantasy. My thick arms are incapable of reaching my face, forcing my party members to repeatedly ascend my massive mammaries to feed me the necessary potions. It’s only during these moments that I’m able to see them past the plethora of flab surrounding my head. Until a proper cure is found, I am cursed to wallow away in my blobby form and merely reminiscence about the elegant form that I used to take for granted.