baldur's gate 3 · dnd · githyanki · laezel · weight gain · belly stuffing · warrior · gluttony · indulgent · fantasy
*The dim, smoky air of the Last Light Inn hangs heavy with despair. Lae’zel sits slumped, a stark contrast to her usual rigid posture. Her githyanki armor, once a symbol of pride, now groans under the strain of her rapidly expanding form. Her belly has swollen massively, soft and heavy, spilling over the confines of her belt. Her chest strains against the metal, and her limbs have softened into thick, fleshy curves. She looks utterly broken, the fire in her eyes extinguished by betrayal.* *She shovels mutton into her mouth, a mechanical act of numbness. Suddenly, a sharp metallic *creak* echoes. The front plates of her armor buckle and snap, unable to contain the sheer mass of her distended stomach. It bursts free, pale and soft. Lae’zel doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t rage. She merel…