Patreon Reward: Lae'zel's Curvy Caressment

This story features a sweaty, pear-shaped Lae'zel being caressed and complimented by a very admiring Shadowheart!

“Unforgivable...” Lae’zel hissed, heaving her leather trousers upwards with significant strength. Its waistband clung to the midpoint of her upper thighs, pushing rolls of ochre-toned, brown-spotted flab over its edge. Her gelatinous buttocks hung over the back of her pants, wobbling as she attempted to wiggle into the garment. Her nearly 300 pound, pear-shaped body was already being constricted by her underwear, little more than a series of leather straps. A thick strip of black leather had sunken deep between the githyanki’s buttocks, almost completely hidden from view. Her brown, partially braided hair swung to and fro against her soft shoulders as she struggled, brushing against the fleshy swells of her upper back. 

Sweating from the humid evening, Lae’zel tugged upwards again, dragging the garment a finger joint’s length upwards. Her soft love handles jiggled along with her plush, puffy belly. “Gorging myself on the food of this land, lazing about to ‘rest’...I’ve brought disgrace on myself, my Creche, and my Queen with my behavior...” She heaved upwards once more, her pants jamming halfway up her sizable rump before a loud tearing sound spread across the camp. Spotted blubber now swelled through a significant gap in the seat of Lae’zel’s legwear. 

“Kaincha!” Lae’zel uttered loudly, dropping her pants and folding her arms over her full bosom. She shook her head. “The moment my kin lay eyes on me I’ll be painted as a wanton youngling, unfit for duty!” The waves of self-loathing and frustration gave way to a growl from her soft belly. “Chk.” She grabbed a wrap of dried meat from her belongings and crammed it greedily into her mouth, wearing a sour expression on her face as she chewed.

“Pardon me,” said Shadowheart, pulling aside the flap of Lae’zel’s tent. “We can all hear you, you know.” 

Lae’zel let the half-elf take in her body, refusing to shrink before her interested, green-eyed gaze. “It is none of your concern.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” the cleric answered, stepping into the tent and closing the flap behind her. “We travel together; we should lend each other an ear when something is eating at us, shouldn’t we?” Shadowheart sniffed the air, noting the sweaty tang of Lae’zel’s musk.   

“If that was a jest, you’ll taste my blade,” Lae’zel threatened pridefully.

“Not at all. You’re not the only one that’s grown a bit softer as of late, after all.” Shadowheart pinched the slight amount of plushness that had come in on her exposed hip. “I’ve never grown this soft in my life, but here we are. Starting to get handles from all this food! I suppose I’m a Sharite no longer and not beholden to her asceticism, but still, the extra curves come as a shock.” 

“Then you should be training, not wasting your breath intruding on me.” The sweaty Githyanki took another bite from her jerky, as if to challenge Shadowheart to say something about it. A petite, silent puff of gas whispered out from her prodigious rear as she spoke. 

“You know, you look quite striking with the added weight,” Shadowheart continued, completely undaunted. She stepped closer, a small smile on her lips. “And we can always get you an upsized wardrobe. Even your armor can be refitted.” 

“Simply give in to all of my worst impulses?” Lae’zel huffed, stamping her foot and sending a gelatinous quiver up her thigh. “I’d sooner die.”

“Everyone enjoys food, I’d hardly call that a ‘bad impulse’.” Slowly, Shadowheart extended her hand and ran it down Lae’zel’s hip. “Truly, you’re worthy of a painting.” She pinched her fingers gently, capturing a thumbful of damp hip fat. Her nose twitched at the scent of Lae’zel’s body and the slowly mounting undercurrent of flatulence building up in the tent.

“Flattery and hot air.” Lae’zel vented a more audible sputter of gas. “It’s repulsively inefficient.”

“Mmm, I’d describe you as ‘enticingly curvaceous’ in your beauty. Such qualities are rarely utilitarian, after all,” Shadowheart lectured confidently, her hands sliding around Lae’zel’s hips to caress her rump. “By Selune, I’ve been wanting to do this for days. Traveling behind you has been a feast for my eyes.” 

Lae’zel blew air out of her flat nose and grit her teeth, but made no move to push the cleric away. “You’ve been leering at me?”

“More like admiring. At the risk of sounding blasphemous, you’ve got the body of a goddess, now. ” Shadowheart’s hands crept beneath the gith’s ample buttocks, lifting them upwards before releasing them to drop and quiver. Lae’zel shut her eyes and exhaled, sounding somewhere between aggravated and pleasured. “Starting to enjoy my ministrations?” Shadowheart teased, bringing her hands to Lae’zel’s belly and kneading it gently. “So sumptuous...” 

Lae’zel shuddered in pleasure, her shoulders lowering as she relaxed with Shadowheart’s caresses. A blatant Phraaap! Sputtered from her backside. 

Shadowheart was undaunted. “Let’s see all of you, shall we?” she goaded, unbuckling the straps of Lae-zel’s underwear. Her soft body pushed forward as the pressure was removed, reshaping itself into more singular, rounded curves. “That must’ve felt good...it was on tight.” 

Lae’zel grudgingly inclined her head in agreement. “You will speak to no one of this.”

“Of course...as long as you invite me back to your tent from time to time so I can check in on your progress...” She cupped one of Lae’zel’s rounded, plump breasts and weighed it in her hand. “It’s going to your lower half, but there’s definitely some growth here, too.” 

“I will not be getting any larger!” Lae’zel said gravely, an agitated puff of gas leaving her callipygian rear. 

“Stranger things have happened,” Shadowheart teased, still toying with one breast while her other returned to the warrior’s hip. “Imagine what a few more feasts would do to all this...getting hungry? Perhaps I’ll feed you before I go.”

“I am not your pet,” Lae’zel replied...”Now go, I must bathe...” 

“No need to be hasty...” Shadowheart suggested, leaning in as Lae’zel raised her arm and taking a deep sniff from her fragrant armpit. “My...intoxicating!”

“Will you cease if we were to eat together?” Lae’zel asked, folding her arms again, pulling back from Shadowheart with the slightest hint of flustered embarrassment.

“I’ll bring in a platter!” the cleric said eagerly, hurrying out of the tent. 

Lae’zel looked down at her naked body, and, making sure she was alone, ran her hand down her hip. “Like a goddess, she claims...chk.”