By the time Lysa sat down, Sylvia had already started eating; slowly taking bites from her stack of pancakes. "This is a good batch, Lysa," Sylvia noted, pouring more Eversong syrup on top, "Nice and fluffy."
"When are they not?" Lysa gave a short chuckle, picking up her own fork and knife. "So this task of yours, what's the details? I dont recall you mentioning." The cook asked, taking a large bite of meal before her friend started the briefing. Sylvia didn't have much information herself, but she managed to tell Lysa all the details she knew. As the two elves chatted, their breakfasts steadily disappeared. Sylvia unconsciously ate without realizing just how much she was packing away. The overloaded plate she was served started withering away, and so too was her morning...
"Ughh... How do you eat this much so easily, Lysa..." Sylvia trailed off, leaning back in her chair cradling an overfed ball of a middle. She managed to eat all of her friend's meal without realizing it until it was too late. Now she was left groaning, the bottom of her shirt riding up. Lysa still sat across from her, plate cleaned long before with a smile. Sylvia could see that Lysa was slightly bloated under her shirt, but nearly as much as she was.
"Heh, you're just a wimpy light weight," she teased, seemingly unaffected by the amount of food she ate, "I can handle a good meal is all." The two exchanged laughs, while Lysa collected plates for washing.
Sylvia felt like she was going to pop, her stomach wasn't used to such large capacity. "Yeah, I think all of Silvermoon could predict that ability." Sylvia joked, slowly getting to her feet with aid from her chair. Once she was upright, Sylvia looked almost cartoonish; round stuffed belly stuck on a small thin frame.
"Whoa, you better get goin fatty," a familiar voice came from behind, "you're already late." Brighthelm pointed behind with her thumb as Sylvia turned. She had a smug grin, aiming her eyes on Sylvia's ball of a stomach, "A butterball won't make I into the order you know."
"Ugh, not in the mood..." Sylvia slowly pushed past her peer in the direction of her bunk, popping open her footlocker. "But you're right, I need to hurry..." She admitted, pulling her clothes and armor out.
"Mhmmm, maybe if you didn't stuff your face for 2 hours..." Brighthelm sat on her bunk with a sigh, "You need to be more responsible Syl."
"Yeah yeah, and stop calling me that." Sylvia quickly slipped off her night clothes and pulled on her shirt and pants. She started getting her armor on, at least the pieces she could do herself. She made sure each belt was on tight, making sure no piece were to fall off. The lower body was no problem... That I until she got to the belt. Her usual length was far too uncomfortable, she needed to bring it up quite a few extra notches and even then it was partly painful. Her chestplate was going to be an issue, it wasn't something she could do alone; each strap ws either on her side or on her back. "Brighthelm... Give me a hand, please."
Brighthelm perked her long ear, "My help?" Sylvia nodded, "Alright, sure." She got up from her sitting position to behind Sylvia, each hand holding a side belt. She tightened the straps harshly, pinching Sylvia's sensitive midsection.
"Owww... Careful..." The elf winced, her belly tightly packed inside her plate gear. "Easy on the back ones, please." Which Brighthelm surprisingly obeyed.
"Oh, you're no fun Syl." The superior ranked paladin chuckled, "Go on now, don't fail!"
Without another word, Sylvia walked to the stables with her bag hoisted over her shoulder. 'I'm only a little late, no big deal.' She reassured herself, mounting her paladin steed. 'But this is going to be a hard ride...' She gulped, patting her belly in concern for how comfortable her journey would be.
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