Lae'zel Hog Queen

After Vlakiths defeat Lae'zel has been elevated to be the queen of the Githyanki. Her lithe body showing the scars and memories of her life as a warrior. Now with githyanki servants ready to serve her every whim she finds herself reminiscing about all the food she tried for the first time in Faerún. All those nights by the campfire trying out different ales and roasted meats had clearly changed the tastes he palette craves. A swift and stern order is made in her throne room, prepare her a feast of her favourite Faerún food, and make it snappy. Her access to all these indulgences quickly let her give in to sampling every dish, as queen there is no need to fight anymore. Each dish is more plentiful than the last, more additions to each decadent plate. Fatty butter, sugary deserts and rich ales accompanied every morsel. Her servants dared not say a word due to how the previous queen treated insubordinates. Low grunts of fullness and wet belches of relief echoed in her chamber.

Many, many feasts later and pale olive flab cascades down the steps that once led to her throne. A deep, inviting belly button lay at the foot of the throne platform. Trailing up sagging breasts that no garment can fit lay lazily to the sides of her red turgid stomach, somehow past all that softness is a gut filled to bursting of the richest, greasiest meals. Pudgy toes and éclair sized fingers barely peak out of their respective engulfed limbs, useless and immovable. A series of cascading chins rolls lie surrounded by soft neck and back flab, making her head seem like its in a crater of lard filled flesh. Cheeks stained with wine, butter and a myriad of other remnants encroach on her wide, insatiable eyes. Plump lips wrap around the mage hand delivered greasy steak as her sharp fangs rip gluttonous mouthfuls every moment. Drool falls in rivulets between her many chin and neck rolls.

"Hrggnnff... M-Moah... Your queen needs moah!" The hog queen yells, somehow her tenacity is still there but only when she's not pigging out. Her servants have to maintain concentration on a team of mage hands to placate their overfed ruler, thank the gods it's a cantrip. Other servants are casting healing spells at all time to maintain the physical toll her greed has wrought on her body. Old battle scars pale in comparison to her new deep stretch marks, trophies of her victories against the many feasts that passed her maw. Her new role of hog queen was unexpected but as the next slabs of meat approaches her fat engulfed face, Lae'zel can't help but smirk. "A-A queen of ouuRrrpp... g-gluttony"

Some horny inspired Lard'zel writing 😈