Slow Work Week (LoL weight gain story)

[Fahrong]

Hello Curvage, I uhh have been a long time lurker I suppose, and I figured that I should finally contribute something of my own! Since I have started writing stories on Deviant Art, I have a one off to share here, and if anyone wants to read more, feel free to go to my Deviant Art 'Jokermoon'. I generally write League of Legends related fanfic on the chance you have ever played the game.

Slow Work Week
Day 1: Caitlyn found herself on top of a building lining a street on the outer stretches of Piltover, not too terribly far from the city wharfs, it was this point that she intended to use to stake-out a low price hotel regularly rented out as an exclusive 'gentleman's club'. The good sheriff had been on a case for the better part of the last three months figuring out the group behind a series of recent high profile murders, it led her here, but now she needed to simply be patient and wait to mark down with her keen eyesight everyone that entered and left the building, she had a good high spot, and surrounded by rooftop shrubbery she was provided even more cover. What Caitlyn failed to consider however was that she was used to actively being on a case, just waiting sitting in one spot for hours was the pinnacle of boring... she was no adrenaline junkie, but even she could feel how this could all just wear away at you, hmm, thank the Gods Caitlyn never had to work behind a desk. Cue 5 hours later and Caitlyn found out the worst part of the whole ordeal, the rumble of a very hungry stomach, perhaps she could go through her pack and have at one of those handmade yordle traps? "Hmm, I never realized just how good these are."

Day 27: Caitlyn sat back down on that chair she had grown very accustomed to as of late and prepared for yet another day of her task, though last night there was a bust of a handful of men that she had spotted herself by other peacekeepers of the city government, hearing of the fact that her efforts after all this time were in fact not in vain was a major morale boost. Ofcourse there were other things that happened before that indicated she was of use, else she wouldn't have been staring at a building all day for a month, but those were just info leads and some arrests that seemed to only bring the whole law enforcement case further down a rabbit hole, this was the first case of actual serious progress, and that was satisfying, almost as satisfying as the glazed chocolate covered donut Caitlyn found stuffed down her gullet in three bites. That was a joke, of course Caitlyn cared about the law and putting criminals away then a snack, the whole getting into the donut culture and trying out the local shop and every flavor was just an added bonus to her spending all day up on a rooftop, she after all had more then enough spare time while also doing her job. There was also an element of necessity because making her yordle traps was too time consuming for work days, and she had come to eat her way through her entire supply quite quickly, a fact not lost on anyone who saw Caitlyn considering the potbelly she sported that actively bulged both over and under the belt she wore around her middle. And that ** belly wasn't going anywhere but further out with the fact that she was bringing up a can of creme she used for her cupcakes and happily sucking down the nozzle.

Day 50: "Zzzzzzzzz." Caitlyn sat on her back, belly up, and a great heaving belly it was, a fat gut that put an incredible stress on her poor old dress, hiking it up to the appoint of embarrassment in showing everyone a sliver of her knickers, and most notably causing her belt to audibly creak whenever she bent even the slightest  as it left her belly forming rolls around it. She of course was supposed to be keeping an eye on the hotel across the street, but with the midday sun beating down on her, and a box of donuts emptied into her stomach, the proof of a sticky barren box still laying right by her side, she couldn't help but feel awfully sleepy, and thus she napped. She had to settle her belly somehow after all, if she didn't sleep then she wouldn't have been able to so readily ignore the pain of having eaten so much with no relief to her overstuffed belly thanks to the ridiculously undersized clothing that actively pinched down on her whole flabby body. The whole time her hex dispatcher was going off over a desperate call of assistance in a robbery and shootout, one frantic call, and then another, one after the other which themselves could serve to tell the whole tale of how it started, the holdup and the succeeding chase. 'Piltover's Finest' meanwhile was far too glutted to have been stirred from her rest, and was solidly still laying on her fat rear.

Following Day: There was no keeping track of days on the stake-out anymore, Caitlyn was off the case, in fact her role as a peacekeeper for the city in general was suspended, Caitlyn was heart broken when the commissioner told her that she was simply too fat to function with her duties and that her neglect and 'disappearance' during service was not acceptable. There was no chance on all of runeterra though that she was just going to accept that and move on, she was an officer of the law god dammit and if she needed to lose weight, then so be it! To the gym she goes. Upon arriving at the Gym and undressing into workout clothes, the true gravity of what Caitlyn had done to herself was realized, both in terms of how much weight she had clearly gained, and of how all that additional weight absolutely impacted her ability to do anything in life, she struggled to undress herself, all of those belts were squeezing her like a vice and trying their darnedest to hold back the fat of her arms and legs that were nothing but pure vanilla pudding. Now, this wasn't the first time she had literally noticed, any one who would have run into her would have noticed the lack of her classic choker, it simply had become too uncomfortable with the plumpness that even her chin had gained, it made a snug fit become just a bit too much for her to comfortably continue her day with. Now she got to look at herself in a locker room mirror with nothing but track pants, workout shoes that felt tight from even her feet fattening up a bit, and a white tanktop that failed to contain the massive lower roll of her belly with both her gut and over blown tits pushing out at the lacking material, her plump ham arms were also prominently on display.

She tried her hardest at working out, she really did, she had all the motivation in the world to lose weight and get back into crime fighting shape, but incredible transformation into a glutton aside that would itself make this all the more difficult a goal, she also realized that her fitness had completely dissipated from her, though to be fair, she was always skinny with some knowledge of how to defend herself as opposed to actual athleticism, so she would be lying to herself somewhat to pretend she was any sort of capable gym rat two months ago. But now that wasn't a seemingly feasibly possibility with how flabby arms failed to be able to lift even the lightest weight for more then a couple of reps, her efforts at stretching between exercises felt clumsy, situps and jumping jacks were impossible, the treadmill left her gasping for air and sucking down a gallon of water, a burn at her side to match that of her shame in how everyone around her viewed her. Caitlyn only hoped to herself that her long purple locks didn't give away her identity to the other gym goers around her, but plenty of them suspected and were shocked, not that they needed that piece of information to have reason to stare, who could ignore a heaving near obese gut bouncing up and down while some fatty tries to jog? Caitlyn had tried and now she felt thoroughly dejected and in need of just going home and looking back over things, seeing how she could take things slower.

Thankfully the time of day just wasn't really one where the place was exceptionally full or more importantly taking in many people or having many people leave, the sheriff the only one in the female locker room at the time, something that she desperately needed for her self morale. Athletic wear being sled off her plumped up form with enough jiggle to be mistaken for a platter of jello, sweating from just getting down to her absurdly tiny panties, and ofcourse no bra to be worn, just stuffing those melons into a tight dress that had to be actively pulled at from the bottom to get it on. Then came the part that Caitlyn actively dreaded, one could immediately see the scowl upon her chubby face as she started working on those belts, squeezing down on her own fat since she knew that was the only way she would manage to fit them even at their loosest, and ofcourse the main belt, that felt like a garter it pinched her waist so much, she had to take a deep breath to fit it, and she started to fear what would happen if exhaled too fast. But low and behold she managed to dress herself, she needed some new clothes and fast, but that choice felt like it would be giving in, a show of defeat, regardless she put her large and loud purple cap on her head and head out, duffel bag lugged along.

What she saw next though was her opportunity, a mere moment of finding herself out on the brick road, some poor woman in a robe was screaming from the ground, clearly knocked aside by some rapscallion running off with an assumed purse of some sort, one that evidently didn't belong to him. Caitlyn had been lying on the locker room bench for long enough to gain her wind back even if that stamina pool was limited, and she knew that she could still do her job and catch criminals, no matter her size! If she would ever prove it, it would be now, not just to prove herself to the force as still capable, but also to herself, because some doubts were starting to enter Caitlyn's mind and she didn't like that one bit, she didn't want to be haunted by self loathing, this was what she was always meant to be, a law giver of the force, even if she had put on a hundred pounds or two. She was quick to set to work, sprinting after the man and causing him to turn back slightly to see who was shouting at him to stop, he was an idiot and ran into a trash can which held him back a good few moments reeling in pain, enough time to let Caitlyn start to seriously close the distance, and realizing that he was about to get run over by some over fed stuffed up woman with a fire in her eyes, he set to run again, though not terribly far until a major road block and he looked instead to some scaffolding and a ladder to climb.

Caitlyn was overjoyed at the fact that it seemed like she might actually get this man, even if through pure circumstance, but also came to realize that running felt a lot more strange when your thighs were so readily rubbing along eachother, adding a bit of a burning to her along her sides that reminded her of the gym, but she wasn't going to give up so easily, even if she felt like her outfit was strangling the life out of her. But so much quick movement, enough to equal the amount she had managed in the last week meant a stress test that her clothes was simply not ready to handle, that belt keeping her gut back just snapping under the weight of her flabby center jostling about so much, her dress to was quality enough to not rip and tear, but it was so ill fitting when not being held down to a dangerous degree by that old belt that it rode up to the point of not covering an inch of her belly in all of its glorious blubber. That blubber belly was free to bounce about as she let that leather belt fall behind to the ground, soon followed by the belts around her arms and legs that equally popped, unable to contain so much chub in motion, she was a nearly naked wreck with big purple panties free to be seen by everyone by the time she slammed against that scaffolding, slowing down her criminal significantly by knocking the first portion of it down, leaving him scrambling to the ground. Only a ramp was left for him to quickly regain his composure and make it back up, but now Caitlyn could actually follow him, though running up that wooden impromptu ramp sure left the crowd that formed in her wake with a view of a set of incredible butt cheeks with practically nowhere to go. The two of them up on scaffolding though proved dangerous, everyone of her steps a heavy shaking affair that made the whole structure seem about as ready to collapse as herself from how much her lungs wanted to give out. "I- huh huh huh, I-I demand you stop in.... th-the name of Piltover La-*CRASH*" Caitlyn tried to speak up as they slowed their running pace, only making herself labour more until it seemed the perp had no where to go, and then there was a whole lot of Sheriff coming down crashing onto him and straight through the ground to leave them in a rubble pile of plywood.

"Hmm, I still got it."

[Guest FeedeeLover27]

Wow! I enjoyed that read. Very creative and I liked the time line.