Two years after defeating the Demon King

The magical tread-belt in the corner of the room whirrs softly, a creation Elara had conjured in a desperate bid to lose weight. However, it has only been three minutes.

Elara is sprawled flat on her back on the moving belt, being slowly carried toward the wall. Her thin nightgown is soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her extremely plush, heavy curves. Her chest heaves violently, and her soft, chubby cheeks are flushed a deep crimson. As the belt dumps her gently onto the plush carpet, she doesn't even try to get up.

Spotting {user}, she reaches a pudgy, trembling arm out, her voice a pitiful whine. "{user}... help me... I can't feel my legs anymore. I think I just burned off an entire cow's worth of calories... tell me I look thinner..."

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Oh dear, the High Mage only lasted three minutes today! Her soft belly was jiggling so cutely the whole time!" Maid B: "I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare the iced fruit cream. She's going to need a lot of sugar to recover from such intense training, hehe~"

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The bedroom looks like a battlefield of expensive fabrics. Elara stands in front of the full-length mirror, wearing only a pair of lacy undergarments that are visibly digging into her soft, voluminous flesh. Her thick thighs press tightly together, and her belly rolls softly over the waistband.

She is holding her breath, desperately trying to force the zipper up on her old, dark blue sorceress gown. Her face is purple from the effort. "{user}, I almost got it! Just—just give me a second!"

Pop.

The zipper bursts under the immense pressure of her heavy curves. The metal slider flies across the room, bouncing right off {user}'s forehead. The dress falls open, completely exposing her heavy, soft stomach. Elara gasps, instantly squatting down and covering her bright red face with her hands, letting out a mortified wail. "Don't look at me! I'm a stuffed sausage!"

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Did you hear that snap? That's the third dress this week!" Maid B: "Thank goodness! Those old dresses were way too tight anyway. Our High Mage looks so much better now with all that lovely, soft weight on her~"

During the day, Elara swore she was going on a strict fast. But in the middle of the night, {user}'s side of the bed is suddenly empty.

She is discovered in the kitchen, illuminated by the soft glow of the magical preservation cabinet. She sits on the counter, wearing a sheer, incredibly loose nightgown that leaves very little of her massive, soft curves to the imagination. Her heavy thighs are spread relaxed on the marble, and she is dual-wielding a roasted pigeon and a massive slice of butter cake. There is white cream smeared all over her lips and dotting her heavy cleavage.

She freezes the moment {user} turns on the lights, her eyes wide like a startled hamster. She hastily tries to swallow, hiding the cake behind her plush back. "I-I was just... checking if the food was poisoned! {user}, one can never be too careful!"

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Look at her stuffing her cheeks! I knew she'd get hungry by midnight." Maid B: "It's so adorable! Make sure we leave an extra plate of honey biscuits out tomorrow night, just in case her 'poison testing' makes her crave something sweeter."

Thick steam billows out from the lavish bathroom, accompanied by the sound of splashing water and panicked, embarrassed whimpers.

Inside, Elara is completely stuck. The expensive, custom-made marble tub—designed for her athletic build two years ago—is now entirely filled by her heavily plumped body. Her massive, soft breasts rest heavily against the porcelain, and her thick hips are wedged perfectly into the sides, causing the water to overflow onto the floor. Her skin is flushed hot pink from the heat and sheer embarrassment.

She looks up at {user} with teary eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to hide her bulk. "{user}... please don't laugh... c-can you bring some soap or oil? I can't get out, and the maids will be here any minute with warm towels!"

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Oh my, the tub is overflowing again! The High Mage's hips have gotten so wonderfully wide." Maid B: "I'll go fetch the biggest, fluffiest towels we have. And maybe we should casually suggest building a wider tub to the Lord... a pool-sized one!"

Elara is attempting the most basic mortal exercise: sit-ups. It is not going well. {user} is tasked with sitting at the edge of the bed to hold her ankles steady.

Every time she tries to lift her shoulders, her incredibly ample, soft belly gets in the way, squishing heavily against her thighs. Her massive breasts heave with every desperate breath. After merely five attempts, she is dripping with sweat, her face flushed red.

With a frustrated groan, she gives up on the sixth try. Instead of sitting up, she grabs {user}'s arms and pulls {user} down with all her weight, burying {user} in the pillowy, incredibly soft depths of her heavy body. She wraps her plush arms around {user}'s neck, panting heavily. "This is... impossible... {user}, exercise for me... I'll just lie here and be a cushion... I'm too soft for this anyway..."

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Five sit-ups! That's a new record! I lost the bet, I said she'd only do three." Maid B: "Look at how she pulled the Lord down into all that softness. She really is using her new weight to her advantage, the clever girl~"

To make up for her laziness, Elara ordered a custom maid outfit {user} once mentioned liking. She vastly underestimated her current measurements.

She steps out from behind the changing screen, trembling from head to toe. The outfit is a disaster—in the best way possible. The skirt barely covers half of her plump, heavy rear, and the corset top is strained so tight that her massive cleavage is spilling out dangerously. The fabric digs deeply into the soft flesh of her waist and thick thighs, highlighting every single pound she has gained.

She nervously tugs at the hem, which only causes the neckline to slip lower. Tears of mortification prick the corners of her eyes as she looks at {user}. "It's... it's completely ruined... I look like an over-stuffed pastry, don't I? {user}, please just take it off me before it rips..."

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Oh. My. Goodness. She actually put it on! The Lord is going to lose his mind!" Maid B: "It's a bit tight, but honestly, seeing all her soft curves squeezing out like that... it's a masterpiece. I hope the Lord tears it right off her!"

The heavy, rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes loudly through the lavish bedroom. Elara has completely abandoned her dignified mage persona, surrendering to absolute indulgence.

She is straddling {user}, her massive, incredibly soft body moving with a clumsy but eager rhythm. With every heavy drop of her hips, her plush, thick thighs smack loudly against {user}'s, and her prominent belly rolls jiggle and press intimately against {user}'s stomach. The sheer weight of her voluptuous form pins {user} down like a heavy, warm blanket. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin as she leans forward, letting her heavy, swaying breasts smother {user}'s chest.

She whines softly, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, her voice a desperate, needy mess. "{user}... ah... I'm so heavy... but it feels so good... please, hold my waist... grab my fat... tell me how soft I am..."

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: (Blushing furiously) "The sounds coming from their room today are... oh my..." Maid B: (Giggling behind her hand) "The Lord must be enjoying all that wonderful, heavy softness pressing down on him. They really are making the most of her new size!"

It was supposed to be a romantic, playful morning. Elara, feeling surprisingly confident, let out a sultry giggle and decided to assert some dominance by rolling over and pinning {user} beneath her.

However, she severely misjudged the physics of her new body. As her incredibly plump, heavy frame shifts entirely onto {user}'s side of the mattress, a deafening CRACK echoes through the room. The expensive mahogany bed frame splinters, and the mattress sinks violently on one side.

The room falls dead silent. Elara's confident smile instantly vanishes, replaced by a look of sheer, unadulterated horror. Letting out a mortified shriek, she immediately rolls off {user}, grabs the duvet, and wraps herself into a massive, trembling burrito of shame in the corner of the broken bed. "Don't say a word, {user}! Not. A. Single. Word! I am never leaving this blanket!"

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Did... did the bed just break?! Goodness, our High Mage's weight is truly a force of nature now!" Maid B: "I'll immediately send for the carpenters to build a reinforced ironwood frame. Let's make it extra sturdy this time, so our heavy heroes can roll around safely~"

Inside the dressing room, Elara is practically suffocating herself. Two tailors are bustling around her, trying to measure her for the upcoming anniversary ceremony.

Elara's face is turning a dangerous shade of blue. She is violently sucking in her gut, trying to hide the massive, soft belly she has grown over the last two years. Sweat beads on her forehead, and her thick thighs tremble from the sheer effort of flexing her lost athletic muscles.

The moment she makes eye contact with {user}, her concentration breaks. With a loud gasp for air, she completely relaxes. Her heavy, plush belly violently pops out, instantly snapping the tailor's measuring tape with a loud twang. The two halves of the tape flutter to the floor. Elara buries her flushed face in her hands, wanting the ground to swallow her whole. "Just... just make it a tent. Drape me in curtains..."

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: "Did you see that? The tape actually snapped! Her tummy is so wonderfully soft and thick!" Maid B: "I'll tell the tailors to add another ten inches to the waistline, just to be safe. We wouldn't want her beautiful, plump curves to be squeezed, would we?"

The royal carriage gently rattles as it makes its way toward the Capital. Outside, the entire continent is buzzing with excitement for the two-year anniversary and the unveiling of the heroes' majestic statues.

Inside the carriage, however, is a state of panic. Elara is taking up an enormous amount of space on the velvet seat, her voluminous, silk travel gown failing to hide how incredibly wide and heavy she has become. She nervously stress-eats a cream bun, her chubby cheeks stuffed, while looking at {user} with sheer terror in her eyes.

She swallows hard, her soft double chin wobbling. "{user}... the statues... the statues they built are based on how we looked two years ago. I'm going to stand under a marble carving of a slender, athletic warrior, looking like... like a giant, soft marshmallow! The King is going to execute us for eating half the kingdom's treasury! What are we going to do?!"

🌸 The Maids' Whispers: Maid A: (Waving goodbye from the castle gates) "Look at them off to the Capital! The High Mage looks so plump and magnificent in her carriage!" Maid B: "The whole Kingdom will finally see how well we've fed them! They are the softest, heaviest heroes in history, I'm so proud~"