D&D WG Trap Short

[hydraman18]

Long time lurker here. Just a short idea I had, about a fantasy dungeon-style trap.

 

The room was dark, the better to hide the thick layer of wrappers and fast-food containers littering the floor. The coffee table was stacked high with empty pizza boxes, and empty 2-liters and beer cans filled the trash can. The television provided the room’s only light, illuminating the figure filling the couch before it.

Passed out, head lolling back on the back cushions was an obese dark elf woman with pure white hair and flawless black skin. She looked like a portrait of pure gluttony, every inch of her body rounded and soft, plump hands resting atop the massive boulder of flab that was her stomach. Her vast thighs spread wide, it spilled between them like a waterfall of ebony flab, pushing past the seat cushions, quivering slightly with her every breath. Her bloated haunches spread across two cushions, and breasts larger than her head rested atop her bare gut, barely contained by a food-stained bra, her only piece of clothing.

By all appearances, this was a lifelong glutton, someone who had never done more exercise than lift a fork to her mouth. She was completely unrecognizable as Meris Trelayne, the feared mercenary warrior known as the Cold Shadow.

Violet eyes slowly blinked open. Still mostly asleep she grunted, reaching up to scratch the surface of her gut, ebon rolls of blubber jiggling even at the light touch. Her eyes flickered completely open, and she grunted louder, angrily, scowling as awareness returned to her round face, then discomfort. The drow belched explosively, once then twice more, and growled with weary anger as her belly began to churn and groan, demanding to be filled. The obese woman spent a few moments seeming to shake her head in denial, eyes squeezed shut. Finally, she heaved her fattened body up to standing after a few false starts, seeming as much reluctant as hampered by her bulk. Flabby body quaking with every step, Maris waddled towards the kitchen, kicking debris out of the way. 

"Got to stop..." Maris mumbled, then winced as she caught her bloated reflection in a mirror. "Getting too damn fat... got to..." Her husky voice continued in this vein as the flabby elf wobbled up to the kitchen door and hesitated, wavering as her vast gut audibly roared.

"C'mon, you porky bitch... just stop stuffing your face for one damn..." Maris's vocalized diatribe didn't stop her from filling the table with unhealthy food from the overflowing pantry, then plumping her massive ass into a study chair set before it with a grunt of mixed relief and frustration. 

With a huff of defeat the drow began stuffing herself, mumbling more self-recriminations through bulging cheeks. The gluttonous repast continued for what seemed like hours, the drow steadily inhaling enough for a family of five. 

Eventually the table was empty, the drow slumped back in her chair, breathing shallowly and in her pose from the couch again, belly visibly rounder than before even given its beginning size. 

Eventually, Maris struggled to her feet again, painfully bloated and still huffing and puffing, dripping sweat and exhausted by her own gluttony. The fattened drow belched thunderously again, wiping at her food-stained mouth half-heartedly. 

"Damn...*urp* can't stop..." she gasped, leaning back like a pregnant woman and cradling her gut, now heavier than ever.

"He better… get this open soon..." were her last mumbled words as she staggered back to the couch. Behind her, the pantry refilled, food appearing from thin air as the detritus vanished from the again-spotless kitchen. The piles in the other room increased a bit as she wobbled past them; the floor had been clean once, the only way she could mark time's passage.

As the drow flopped back onto the divot her vast rump had dug into the couch, she belched again, completely spent by her 'labors'. As her eyes flickered shut, drifting back to sleep, her sweaty, food-splattered skin and hair became shining and clean again, all except for her straining bra, which soon threatened to join the ruined pile of armor, torn clothing, and abandoned weapons before her. On the television, the smirking face of a long dead wizard waves at her as she falls asleep, barely eliciting an angry grunt from the drow now after so many times. As she began to snore, her belly deflated slightly as the rest of her swelled; as always, the warrior woman would wake again soon to find herself visibly fatter than before, and helpless to resist beginning the cycle again.

Maris Trelayne was stuck in a particularly strange wizard's trap, and her last thought before the latest cycle ended was a vague hope her damn wizard was close to a solution. 

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"Well, have you gotten it open? Maris has been in there a while..." The young, handsome wizard scratched his chin knowledgeably in response to the short, cheeky looking halfling rogue's question. 

"Almost sure I have it now..." he replied. In the back of his head, he thought about how the haughty warrior had ignored his warning and picked up the strange little puzzle-box he was studying. Serve her right if he let her learn a lesson by taking his time...

No, he couldn't do that. Maris may be arrogant, but she was a good companion - if far too thin to attract his interest in other ways, like he thought she'd been unsubtly hinting recently. 

"Maybe this will have changed her for the better..." he mumbled, beginning the counterspell to open the trap. At the least, being humbled by a little box like this might soften her attitude a bit.

[datdaemon]

Yoooooo, this is superb stuff!I got me something of a weakness for big drow myself 😏