Character concept: a cleric in a fantasy setting who goes from town to town visiting graves and blessing the dead so they remain unforgotten, with the occasional undead-purge (comes with the job to make sure the dead stay that way as well). The cleric asks for no pay, but villagers insist on the work being compensated with food and drink. The cleric agrees to this compromise, as sustenance allows them to keep doing their line of work and at minimal cost to whatever village is being visited.

It isn’t long before what started as eagerly diving into a nice warm and hearty farmer’s meal, filled with rich root vegetables and cheeses, turns into reluctance as their belly fills, and then overfills. The urge to say no to a refilled pitcher of sweet cream or a newly-replaced loaf of bread is building, especially since gluttony is a sin to be avoided along with all the others. But it would be be an even greater sin to refuse this generosity and let all their hard work go to waste!

Eventually and with much effort, all of the food they were offered is polished off late into the night, and the cleric thanks the villagers for their generosity, as best as they can say so while stifling small burps and discretely giving that overstuffed mound of a middle a relieving rub with a free hand. After feeling clear-headed enough to make it to the room they are to spend the night in, they head there, either on their own or assisted by a local, and easily nod off til much later in the morning than they’re accustomed to waking.

Thankfully the robes of their profession hide most of their newly developing curves, but it isn’t long before villagers at new stops can take one look at our cleric and make a few assumptions about the preferred method of payment.

Optional bad(?) ending: eventually they stop at a village which, unknown to our cleric, is under the control of a powerful monster in residence. The villagers rightfully fear this being, for each month one of their number is taken to feed that beast. However, lucky for them, a nice, plump cleric clueless about that arrangement has just stumbled into their home. And better yet, needs no coercion to stuff themself into a meal that might satisfy the beast for perhaps longer than usual.

Would you like another sweetroll, dear cleric?