Knights
Noble and proud and strong~ gallivanting until a filthy tavern maid gets her claws into them.
First it comes with the overflow of free drinks, free hearty meals for a sweet, charming suitor for his jousting victory.
Then comes the creaking of armor that strains to fit over his massively overstuffed belly. Red and angry folds of jiggling fat, filling out every speck of space in his plate mail. Skin and cellulite rising like dough fitting into a pan, as he's forced to have stew and thick cakes shoved into his helm. It'll be eat or suffocate thanks to his face plate forcing his bulbous thick neck fat into his entrapped face.
It ends of course, with a knight so grotesquely obese his armor is uselessly bursted aside. He's crushed his favorite stallion, and for every report, his gargantuan ass must be pitifully rolled into court for all to see. A blob, a ball of pure lard, whimpering and wheezing for breath before his lord. Unable to utter a plea for mercy before his lungs are crushed beneath hundreds of pounds of greedy blubber and a team of horses has to pull his body away to an extra large sarcophagus. ❤️ 🏰🐎
