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Female adventurers discover a glittering, golden hoard... of calories.
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Chapter #6

Heads to the manor, there are riots

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As Morissa travels through the filthy dirt streets of the once holy village she stumbled upon a massive riot of angry and sickly peasants wielding farming tools and torches looking towards an empty balcony “Come out piggy, you’re gluttony has disgraced the bountiful Justiciar you fat wench!” Some priests and peasants shout “were starving and sic-“ the sicker residents shout only getting interrupted by their coughs.

The curtains of the balcony are opened by the belly of a very rotund woman who's twice the size of Morissa before the Magic Eater took her curves and magic; her belly is jutting out a foot in front of her body and is hanging down to her ankles like an apron, the woman could barely look down as her massive melon sized breasts blocked her view of her people, she then waddled to the wooden balcony her tree truck sized legs rubbing against her as her rear juts a foot behind her body.

The balcony creaked and groaned under the weight of the woman who filled in the small space that highly causing her rolls of fat to conform to the wooden guard rails, you could mistake her for a whale if she wasn’t wearing an ill fitting dress and silver crown on her head.

The crowd was silent, some people steeped away from underneath the balcony, as the people left the door some men and chain mail with swords and shields who seemed to be holding the door now guarded the front entrance, however slightly away from the balcony so as to not get crushed either.

“My” *huff* “people there is nothing to” *pant* “be angry about, so we have been given a bad” *huff* “rations are coming from the northern town of Asterly” *pant*, the woman stated her body jiggling rhythmically as she spoke; it seems that whenever she spoke just function was a chore if she was her size as a vampire she’d be a god Morissa thought.

“You told us that last month” one of the guards shouted, the crowd roared in agreement, the lady started to sweat; she seems to turn her head slightly due to the fat fold on her neck and is whispering to the back to someone behind the curtain, the person then passes her a chicken breasts which she devours, which seems to calm her; however this infuriates the crowd. “She been hiding it all in her manor” a guard admits, the guards then break formation and join the mob.

However before they get their chance the wooden balcony finally gives out as the lady is sent to the ground her massive rear popping itself from the former balconies archway (thankfully no one was underneath the balcony) her body jiggling as she was now struggling to stand but she was too afraid to. Just as the angry people of Seglin were about to enact their revenge...

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