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"I am grrrrRRPPp shworn t-to carry ...ehhmm... your b-burdens'h"From questing to non-stop gorging. Pale flab bulging out her steel armour as she strugglign to fit her unwieldly, sweaty body through cairns. One hand weakly swinging her sword and the other stuffing some buttery pastry past her lard bag cheeks. Maybe the Dragonborn constantly putting exilirs of hunger into her inventory shouldn't have been drunk without asking their intent~Finally giving Lydia some fat art she deserves, this is the best part of being a fat artist. I can make sure underated characters can get some love~