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Work is sometimes hard to find for an adventurer, so when Dezilyn the Goblin gets a lucrative offer from a rich client, she can't refuse. But can she see that her new patron has ulterior motives...?
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Work is sometimes hard to find for an adventurer, so when Dezilyn the Goblin gets a lucrative offer from a rich client, she can't refuse. But can she see that her new patron has ulterior motives…?
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The tavern talk around the two adventurers gathered in a corner booth faded away into light ambiance as they stared at one another. On one side of the table was a tall astral elf, proud in her stature, sharp in her features, and even sharper in her gaze. On the other side was a goblin, proud and powerful, managing to somehow seem taller than she was with how she carried herself.
In between them, a piece of parchment laid slightly curled on the table’s surface.
[Adventurer Wanted! One able-bodied adventurer to work as escort for Lady Silrie Nodelru]
[Must be physically fit. Food and Board will be generously provided.]
[10 Gold per Day, not including food and board, with chance for Bonus]
“When I saw the poster askin’ for a capable adventurer, I didn’t think it’d be a lady like you askin’ for one,” the goblin noted as she kept her hands on the table, fingertips gently tapping against the wood. “You seem pretty capable of handling yourself…”
The elf smiled, with the hints of a smirk creeping up in the corners of her mouth.
“Well of course I can, Miss Dezilyn. It never hurts to have a little insurance, no?” She said, her voice so perfect like the notes of a violin. Her stance was a lot more relaxed, leaning forward with a hand resting upon her fist.
On their table, all she had was a glass of wine by her, while a pair of plates sporting bread, butter, and some chicken wings were placed in front of Dezilyn; courtesy of her possible employer.
Was she really not going to eat anything, Dez thought to herself as she reached up and took a bite of one of the wings. Ah well. At the very least, if the interview didn’t work out, then at least she got some free grub. Money was especially tight after her last adventure, and with a pay possibility this high…
“… And uh, just making sure. If I think something’s up, I’m able to quit at any time, got it?” She placed her one real condition out there bluntly, pointing at Silrie with the remains of her wing while watching the elf’s face for any signs of hesitation. “Plenty of people lookin’ to hire dumb adventurers to do their mindless bidding, but I ain’t that dumb.” But she didn’t flinch. Her expression remained the same, and she didn’t even blink.
Silrie didn’t answer immediately, instead just watching her interviewee with some interest. The looks she was giving her, however, gave Dez an eerie shiver down her spine.
“I think… you’re exactly the woman I was looking for,” she finally said as Dez swallowed her mouthful of chicken and went to take a quick swig of ale to wash it down. “Can you start immediately? You seem to be a local here, and I need to be shown around. I’ve a lot of business to conduct around the city, and I’d rather get apprised of things before I risk looking like a total… bumpkin.”
An eyebrow raised, but Dez grinned. This was probably the best deal she’d get for a while. Best make it official, she thought as she hastily wiped her hands off with a napkin. Using the table as leverage, she lifted herself up and held out a hand, still slightly greasy with chicken.
“… Alright then,” She said, seemingly unaware of the grease that still covered her fingers. Silrie looked at the hand and smiled, gingerly holding part of the hand for a quick shake before retreating it. “How’s about we get started right now? Day ain’t gettin’ any shorter!”
The eager guard began to move to climb out of her seat, but a single word from her employer was enough to get her to freeze in place.
“Stop.”
She stood still, head quickly turning to her employer. Did she already do something to make her mad? But the elf’s face wasn’t one of anger. She was simply smiling in a friendly manner.
“Finish your food,” she said softly as she took a sip of her own wine. “Don’t want to waste it.”
Dez glanced at her plates, still half filled with her meal. Well… It wasn’t like she was paying for it. And if her boss was ordering her to eat while on the job…
With a shrug, she sat back down and got back to chowing down. Now that she didn’t have to worry about the interview, she could just focus on eating!
“Y’sure you don’t want nothin’?” Dez asked as she buttered up her bread, not even waiting for a reply before she scarfed it down.
“No, no, I’m not hungry. But if you still are after this, I’ll be more than happy to order you seconds.”
The goblin’s cheeks were puffed out with food as she thought this over. This woman was weird, but… Maybe that was just because she was rich? Rich people had money to spare, so why not throw it around willy-nilly?
Swallowing, Dez shrugged.
“Nah. Let’s get movin’ after I’m done,” she simply said. After all, for an adventurer, this was practically a feast, and she didn’t want to risk getting tired while escorting Silrie. That’d make her look pretty bad.
And her boss simply nodded, continuing to watch her new hire eat as she worked on finishing off her drink. Silrie’s eyes didn’t leave her for a moment, watching the food disappear with an oddly rapt interest…
The tour of the city went by pretty quick, with Dez putting on her best guide impression as they went from street to street, important and noteworthy buildings being pointed out one after another. Dez's shorter legs were madly scrambling to keep up the pace that Silrie was moving at. At the very least, all the brisk movement was good for working off that food she just ate.
Silrie didn't speak much as she practically led the tour. It was hard to tell if she was even listening, for that matter. Jokes and quips flew by her like gulls on the ocean, and the most she mustered in response was a little 'hm' or such.
Though the rabble of the city were quick to start sneaking out of the woodwork, Dez's vigilant eye kept them at bay. With her confident swagger and her hand resting upon her holstered weapon, many of the weaker vermin stayed away, while those that persisted were scared off with a growl and flash of her sharp teeth.
Her charge wasn't fazed the slightest by any of these ruffians, simply gliding along the ground without even seeming to step on the stonework below. The astral elf had an odd way of carrying herself; almost ethereal.
"Aaand down here's the port, where all sorts of folk wind up… It's a trade city, so this is where most people come in and out," she stated, gesturing to the bustling hub of ships in the harbor of all makes and sizes, built for entirely different terrains and ecosystems. Larger, opulent ships were closer to the main city, while the more ragged merchant vessels were moored farther away. "Mostly sailors hang around here, so the less time you gotta spend here, the better. And now this way-"
"Oh! What would that be?"
It was the first time in the entire tour that Silrie had said something, and so suddenly at that, Dez practically leapt into action. Her blade was half out of its sheathe before she saw what her principal was gesturing to.
A lean-to stand was set up near the border between the docks and city proper. Smoke and steam rose from it as an orcish man wrangled in customers. A fried smell emanated from the space, but thankfully, Dez was all filled up from their previous meal.
"That's a food stand. Fishermen often hawk their wares to local chefs, and many of them set up shop here to catch people on their way to the good stuff," Dez said, hand resting on her hip. "Usually the stuff here is pretty greasy and quick, so people can just grab them while they walk by."
"We're going to visit it," Silrie said, already stepping towards her destination before the words finished leaving her mouth.
Dez was only slightly thrown off, and hastily rushed after her to try and stay in step. There were a million joints in this city better than this hole in the wall joint, but… Maybe her boss had a thing for novelty?
They stood back behind the small group of people getting their orders, with Silrie eyeing the menu while Dez watched the crowd. They had done a lot of walking, and Silrie barely ate at the tavern, so it did make some sense that she'd be hungry.
"Takoyaki?" She hummed, a slender finger tapping idly on her cheek as she read all the options, disregarding the prices entirely, for however paltry they were. "Do you like seafood?"
"Uhh… I mean, it's fine. Got the vitamins and nutrition I need, more I prefer something a bit thicker for my average meal," Dez answered, her confusion only growing.
"Very well," Silrie nodded, stepping forward to the counter, where the orcish chef greeted her with a tusked grin. "Two of everything."
"What?" Both Dez and the chef said at the same time, looking at her in disbelief. This slender, proper woman was going to indulge that heavily in fried food? But as she flashed her coin pouch and left a generous tip for the man, the chef was more than happy to oblige, getting to work with the fervor of a man reborn.
Dez looked around, spying a few benches that they could rest at to eat though she wasn't the biggest fan of how defensive the positions were.
It took fifteen minutes of the chef working like a man possessed before he handed over the food. Two dozen balls of fried octopus, done up in all assortments of ways, dipping sauces provided on the side. Fresh steam rose from their fried forms, with a bevy of spices filling Dez's nostrils. Silrie took the large cardboard tray of food, giving the man a polite bow of her head, before turning to Dez and presenting it to her.
The goblin was only getting more confused as the day progressed.
"… Uh. Yeah. Looks good. Bet you were hungry, then. None of the other joints catch your eye?" she said bluntly, eyes glancing between the food and her boss, like she was trying to connect the pieces of the puzzle between them.
"Oh, these are for you, not me," Silrie said, speaking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Eat up."
With the tray practically forced into Dez's hands, she was left dumbfounded as to what was going on here. This wasn't her payment, right? They agreed on gold. Was this some sort of cultural thing? Dez had to admit, the societal structures and mores of astral elves was a bit beyond her. Was this… a date?
Her cheeks grew hot and she looked down at the food. Perish the thought.
Poking one of the balls with an accompanying stick, she turned it over before dipping it in one of the sauces, and with a pop, she slipped it into her mouth.
It was still hot from the fryers, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. The fact it was still fresh only added to its flavor, with the saltiness of the sea lingering in each bite. It wasn't too spicy, either, with the dip providing a nice dill aftertaste.
But Gods above was it greasy. Did her boss expect her to eat all of this?
Judging from her intense gaze, most likely.
The next one was just as good, if not better; sporting a sweeter tang that lingered on her tongue. She hummed happily as she speared the second one of that flavor and gobbled it down next. Normally, she'd stop there, and she even had begun to put the little stick in the tray, but then she caught Silrie's eyes again. Unblinking.
And so the next one came in, then the next, the flavors differing wildly from one another and the assorted sauces mingling together in a melting pot of delicious, greasy goodness…
Dez blinked and her paper tray was empty.
The speed at which she topped off the food startled even herself. The stuff was good, at the very least, and her tummy was certainly full and happy; though the amount of grease she ingested was making her gut churn.
"B-Bwwrrp…" Dez covered her mouth in time to mask the burp, cheeks going a little red as she glanced at her charge, hoping she didn't notice it. But Silrie clearly did, from how her lips turned into a bigger grin and how the softest huff of laughter left her.
"All set? Good work," Silrie complimented her with a couple gentle claps. "Come, I wish to turn to my quarters for the day. It's been far too much walking and sailing for me."
Without even waiting for Dez to get up, she turned and began to walk away, back towards the inns of the city. The goblin scrambled up to her feet, almost immediately feeling the weight of food sinking in her stomach. Her armored dress felt so tight; she hastily undid the ribbon on the back of the apron to give her gut room to rest as she tossed the greasy tray into a nearby bin.
Though it wasn't too hard to jog and catch up with her, she definitely felt sluggish from all that fat. When she got home, she'd have to do some crunches to burn off those calories, she figured.
With an uneventful trek back to the inn, Silrie faced Dez once they got to her room. This place was far more expensive than anything Dez was capable of renting, which only further begged the question; just how rich was her client?
"You proved yourself today, Dezilyn," Silrie complimented her as she leaned on the doorway. "You truly are the stalwart protector I was hoping for."
Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead - stairs sucked at her size - the paladin couldn't help but feel confused.
"I… didn't protect you from anything. There were no scuffles or anything," Dez said.
Silrie's eyebrows raised, as if some realization crossed her mind, before she swiftly moved back to her cool demeanor.
"Ah, right. That. Well, you're simply so fearsome, nobody dared cross us," Silrie said quickly with a wave of her finger. "I hope you weren't expecting me to come into danger at every moment…"
"Errr-! No, no, of course not. I… guess you got a point," she mumbled, rubbing her neck. The logic made sense, at least. Your common man wouldn't want to start a fight against someone so heavily armed, so she worked as a decent deterrent.
"Thank you for your service today. I expect you here nice and early tomorrow; I have meetings I need to attend to, and I'd like to not be late on account of you," she said simply as she stepped into her room, reaching into a nearby travel bag and fishing a couple things out.
The first was a bag of gold that plopped into Dez's awaiting hand, just as hefty as she expected.
The second was a strange accessory. A black headband with two pointed triangles at opposing angles, covered in black fabric— no, fur. Silrie didn't simply give it to the confused goblin; instead electing to lean down and place it upon her head, perfectly parting her hair in a way that made it seem natural.
"Uh? Thank… you?"
"A special accessory I've engineered. It will allow you to hear me from any distance, should I need to call for you. And it's naturally enhances your hearing ability," Silrie explained with a prideful tone hidden behind her voice. "To ensure you can hear anyone plotting anything against us, of course."
Though the claims were dubious, as Dez had never heard of a magic item like this, they were almost immediately backed up by picking up a conversation happening with other patrons down the hall, along with the soft noises of carnal times behind closed doors.
She shuddered, trying not to focus on it.
"And lest you want to take it off, it's now an official part of your uniform."
The way she said it was so calm, so certain. It was a fact. That was the way things were going to be. And despite Dez's misgivings about the odd thing…
"… Fine. I'll see you in the morning," she said, giving her patron a little wave before she turned to leave. She could feel the astral elf watching her for a bit before she heard the click of her door shutting.
An odd job for an odd person. As she went down the stairs, she found her stomach growling. She was hungry already?
… Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stop by the takoyaki place again.
The week followed with the same pace of sorts. Bring Silrie to a place, supervise some business, bring her to the next location, each stop interrupted by a quick trip to a food stall or a restaurant. Dez would never order her own food, but Silrie would order almost exactly what she wanted.
And she somehow managed to eat most of what she was given, despite the meals being fit for a family of two or three.
Unfortunately, all the snacking and the lack of action was already starting to wreck havoc on her body. Her normal armored dress was growing tight around her midsection, her plate leggings had a solid muffintop of fat spilling out from her thighs, and the sleeves of her dress were all the harder to move in, with the buttons by her belly refusing to work. The steel from the plates brushed up against her skin more often than not, leading to her having to adjust the cumbersome set every so often.
Each day, she'd tell herself she'd work out some before bed, or she'd just refuse her client's food next time, but when she found herself at home, a snack and her bed called to her far louder than any workout, and it was growing increasingly harder to say no to Silrie's generous offerings.
At least things were quiet, she thought to herself. A lack of action meant that she didn't have to worry about bumbling about in her chubby state, barely able to move in her own armor.
When they were ambushed, that complacency went away.
Apparently, flaunting your wealth with big meals and meetings with the equally big cheeses in the city gradually paints a target on your back, and a group of miscreants had taken the bait. Fortunately they were nothing worse than the usual rabble Dez had dealt with, but unfortunately all the dining had put her a bit out of practice.
Her skill with a blade was still second to none, as she stuck close to the astral elf, knocking away blows meant for her while pushing their foes back with large swings and the thunderous booms of her divine spells. Though as she was diligent in her defense, she couldn't help but notice how deft Silrie was on her own. She was clearly a practiced magician of sorts, with spells far more powerful than the goblin could muster being tossed around like a napkin in the bin.
"You're mine!" A voice called out from above, and a shadow cast over their heads as a hidden thief leapt down from above, knife at the ready. Silrie was too busy fending off the other feral bandits to cover herself, so Dez launched herself into the path and-
It was a raucous cacophony of noises. The thief's body fell to the ground with a thud, mixed with the soft metallic clink of their knives, followed by a more thunderous round of metal impacting into the stone ground, with the soft rips of cloth hidden beneath it all.
Dez's armor had given up. When she landed, all that remained on her body were bits of leather that once bound the plate to her, ripped socks, torn bloomers.
They had won the battle, but at what cost?
The humiliation was hot in her ears as she stood practically naked in front of the crowd that had gathered, but the fact that she'd have to spend a hefty sum to have this all fixed and refitted stung even harder.
Silrie didn't laugh, however, at her guardian's misfortune. Instead, the seemingly-seasoned sorceress clapped her hands together, and they found themselves in some sort of… ethereal manor. Dez had heard of these spells before, meant to be used by travelers as a safe place to rest while being more comfortable than your normal campsite.
"Can't have you going around naked, can I?" She said, unfazed by the whole situation as she strode in and towards a wardrobe. Dez meekly followed after her, still covering up despite the fact that nobody was here to watch. "Fortunately, I've had a gift prepared for you. Though I hope it still fits…~"
The comment stung but Dez tried not to let it show outwardly.
Unseen helpers and hands dashed about, dancing along Dez's portly body upon the wardrobe being opened, wisps of magic left in their wake. She could feel them roaming her form, measuring, pinching, squeezing. The bits of cloth that remained on her were deftly removed, and she could feel her new attire being layered on seamlessly.
And upon the sweeping winds of magic parting, she was able to finally get a look at herself.
This new… armor, if it could be called that, was more maid-like than anything else. While it technically covered her up, Dez was keenly aware at how the new rolls of her tummy were spilling out, how her chubby breasts were barely contained, and how snug the stockings were, making a little muffintop on her thighs. Hells, the amount of sideboob this dress had alone made her think it was more of a stripper's outfit than anything.
"It's just as protective as that big, cumbersome plate armor," Silrie said softly, the feline headband's ears practically perking at her whispers. "You can move just as well in this, can't you?"
Indeed, though her larger size made the movements awkward, it felt nice not having the heft of steel on her frame. Despite appearances, it would function well, but one thing that really made Dez question the 'uniform'…
"And the collar…?"
A matching black collar had wrapped itself around her neck. On top of the rest of the ensemble, it was barely noticeable, but Dez could feel it holding her neck, her layers of fat gently squishing against it. And at the midpoint of the accessory, a silver bell.
"It simply goes with the uniform, and fits you to a T, if I say so myself," Silrie said with a hum, standing behind her guard with her hands resting on her shoulders, before moving down the folds of her back before resting on her waist.
This… felt wrong. This wasn't normal, was it? She'd never had a job like this before, and the amount of red flags it was setting off was crazy, but… the idea of cancelling the contract didn't cross her mind at all. The money was good, the food was better, and she didn't want to disappoint Lady Dreammoon, now did she?
No, she didn't, she thought to herself, answering her own question.
"It does have a special enchantment… Care to give it a ring?" Silrie hummed, leaving the onus to Dez on whether or not she'd flick the bell.
But it'd be rude not to, right?
And so her hand raised with one finger outstretched… Ding~
There was a flash, a brief gust of wind blew through her hair as something rushed before her… A plate floated there, and upon it, was a canoli; filled to the brim with its sweet cheese, chocolate chips cascading down its sides.
"Food on command. Whenever you're hungry, just give it a ding," Silrie said, practically purring. "But don't let them go to waste~"
Dez bit her lip, feeling an empty spot in her stomach rumbling gently within her. She wasn't hungry before, was she? But now that the food was presented to her… It was so easy for her to reach out with her tubby fingers and grasp it, eagerly scarfing it into her mouth, not minding as the cream covered her fingers.
Heaven. The magic didn't make it taste bad, like it was freshly baked, as if plucked right from the bakery; with a crust so flaky and crisp, and a filling still chilly to the touch. She didn't even register that she was reaching the flick the bell once more as she ate until the next treat appeared before her.
Ding! A slice of pizza, dripping with grease and cheese, topped with three different meats in wonderful harmony. And then it was gone, with remnants of grease staining around her lips.
Ding! A plate of lasanga; a slice large enough to serve your average man for their first, second, - and perhaps third - serving, stacked high to five tiers with cheese and meat overflowing it. Even without utensils to work with, she dug in regardless, letting the warm, gooey goodness goat her chubby little fingers.
She was hungry. So damn hungry, and no matter how much she ate, she had room for more.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Silrie smirked as she watched her pet chow down with rapt interest, seeing food disappear into her mouth as quickly as it appeared, with no signs of exhausted on that portly green face of hers. The astral elf's slender hands rested upon her shoulders, gently rubbing and squeezing them as silent coaxes to keep going.
"Do you like it…?"
"Mmmrph…" Dez mumbled through a mouth full of food. Though words were impossible, her intent was plain as day. There was no use hiding how hungry she was, how weak her will had become. Any chance for actual words were interrupted by the bell dinging once more, and another handful of food getting shoved in.
"I could make this last forever…" The words caught Dez's attention, making her eyes practically glow with how eager she was. "Would you like that?"
"Mhm! Mhm!" Her will had been eroded. Resistance was merely a word now as she took in Silrie's honeyed hums like they were another meal for her.
"Then all you have to do…" Silrie smiled, and from behind her back, summoned forth an object. Another accessory.
A black cat tail, with a metal plug at the base.
"… is submit~"
The engines of Lady Silrie Nodelru's spelljammer ship whirred to life. Her crew busily got to work prepping for launch, with deckhands darting about like ants, all to serve their queen. As she sat upon her chair that overlooked the bridge, she couldn't help but feel pride welling up in her chest.
A successful trip, all things considered. New contacts made, partnerships solidified, groundwork placed for future business expansions… and a very wonderful acquisition.
"Ma'am! Preparations are complete. All set to depart," the second mate approached her, greeting her with a deep bow, where their eyes lingered for quite a few moments on the green figure sat beside her throne before they stood up straight. "Are you and… your uh… pet… ready to go?"
Silrie hummed as she let her hand fall to the side, brushing against her kitten's head, idly rubbing those ears before moving down to scratch that fat cheek, and onto one of her few chins.
Dezilyn, proud adventurer and paladin, purred complacently as she nuzzled her owner's hand affectionately, making her bell ding once or twice while her new tail flicked and twirled in delight behind her.
Very little remained that could connect the new Dez to the one that existed a week earlier. All muscles and sense of strength were buried beneath pounds of fat, with her outfit making her resemble a maid more than anything. Even calling her a maid would be stretching it, for the costume - or uniform - she wore barely covered an inch of her in total. It barely did enough to maintain the local decency laws. The apron alone, decorated with little stitched pawprints and fish, barely went past her belly button; making no illusions as to how bloated and fat the once great fighter had become.
Those fat feet were wrapped in little boots, covered in black fur with pink paw pads at the bottom, and her hands were wrapped in a similar set of gloves. Not enough fingers to grip anything though; not that she needed to. Kitties didn't eat with their hands, after all.
The tail though… What a wicked design; slotting so easily into the goblin's fat rear, connecting effortlessly to her nerves to help display any and all emotions she was feeling. With how wide her waist was, it was almost impossible to tell if the tail was real, or indeed just an enchanted toy.
Dez sat up straight and rested her head upon Silrie's lap as she stroked and scratched away at her. The goblin was in pure bliss; her mistress's attention always making her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She didn't even seem to mind her outfit, her position… anything.
"We are. Do try not to stare too much, lest I find you jealous of her position," Silrie said with a wicked little grin, gesturing the second-mate off, who eagerly scurried away with a blush on their cheeks. "I tire of this drab seaport… and I'm sure little Dezzy is getting lonely…"
The goblin perked up at the mention of her name, and Silrie snickered, placing a kiss upon her head.
"Let's see if we can find you a playmate."
Her ship whirred and hummed as it came to life, and within minutes of her command, off she went with her crew into the Astral Sea, leaving the quaint little port city behind, along with anyone who might've known Dez's original self.
And all the goblin could think about was what she'd have for her third lunch today~
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