Yasha groaned as she brought the fork to her lips. It was a bit harder to do this time. Despite being stuffed well past the normal limit, she craved more.
The Meighty nein were stumped. One day in Nicodranas their friend decided to eat at the lavish chateaus buffet well past her limit and they laughed it off. But she kept doing it. Weeks turned to months. The seasons passed. Yasha took every opportunity to devour whatever was placed in front of her. Dwendalian delicacies, Xhorhasian delights, even when they killed a mammoth in Eiselcross.
She began neglecting her usual workouts, then stopping them entirely. Fat began to develop , covering the pale woman’s ungodly sturdy abs. They all thought “surely she’ll realize and stop eating so much.” If anything, she doubled down. She would interrupt crucial meetings by either crunching something or her belly roaring, and recently had been interrupting meetings by creaking or crashing her chair. In combat she would still pull her weight( or as much of it as she could) by letting the enemy come to her and bringing skin gorger down on them. But travel was extra hard on her now, and she requires constant breaks.
Caleb cast all manner of spells to see if this was some curse placed on her by their enemies, but found nothing. The Nein all had a meeting and decided Yasha would stay behind at the Xhorhaus from now on, to which she only asked “will there be people giving her food?”
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