All that training, all that restraint — now buried beneath layers upon layers of greasy, sweaty, flabby rolls~
Her proud Githyanki discipline never stood a chance against endless feasts of sizzling meat, foaming ale, and melting sticks of butter. Shadowheart and Karlach barely let her groaning belly have a break, delighting in every stretch mark and new roll despite Lard’zel’s venomous curses and breathless moans. The girthyanki's edge has truly been dulled, her spirit ruined — The mighty Lard’zel lies has finally been conquered — Not by blade or spell, but by sickingly, gluttonous indulgence. She hates how each day she takes up more space and has to gorge even more to feel any sense of fullness, but she can't deny the feeling of her turgid gut buzzing with pleasure and pain, and her engulfed privates begging for attention~
Happy valentines day folks, clearly I had to give my green wife some special treatment~