You’re sitting alone in your room at a lovely tavern in Riften, it's the middle of the night, a faint orange-yellow light pulses through your room’s door as the fire of the dining hall’s hearth ebbs and flows. Outside people chatter and talk among themselves, laughing and carousing the night away at the local inn. Your food has finally been brought to your room, and you are just about to begin eating when you hear footsteps approaching your door.

the door swings open with a creak, in the doorway stands a morbidly obese, seven foot tall argonian female clad in sweat-and-grease-stained leather gear. Her face is glistening with a sheen of sweat, her breath comes in heavy, steamy huffs, you’re about to question what in oblivion this Horker of an argonian is doing in your room when she suddenly slams the door behind her, walking towards you and your table of food, smacking her lips hungrily. you can swear that bulbous, quivering gut produces a hand-print from its blubbery depths as she barges in past you, her scales stretch around the exploratory press, leaving you wondering just how unfortunate you are that this fatass has broken into YOUR room in particular, out of all the ones in skyrim.

You rise out of your seat slowly, trying not to escalate the situation as she comes up to your table. you two stare wordlessly at each other for a moment before suddenly her voluminous gut produces a faint and ominous gurgle, seems she's here for you food and not you or your money, thankfully. she steps up to your bench and table and swings her legs over. slowly starting to rest her immense, sweaty rear into your seat. with a loud creak of discomfort from the chair as she puts more weight down, she suddenly flops her titanic bulk down on it all at once, making her fat wobble so profoundly you can hear her rolls jiggle and slap against themselves

she seems to purvey your food for a moment, you’re still utterly dumbfounded that this is actually happening, but you don’t want to upset the seven foot tall obese yet faintly muscular bear of a woman, so you keep your mouth shut for now, edging and sidling towards the door to try and call for help or just escape. Meanwhile, she wastes no time gluttonously beginning to shovel food into her greasy maw. She grabs a chicken leg and rips into it noisily, grease and drool begin to dribble down her many chins as she grabs your mug of ale with her off hand.

She’s just finished picking some of the missed scraps of food out of her neck folds and is now chugging down huge, disgusting gulps of ale when she notices you heading for the door. Her half-lidded eyes narrowing as your hand reaches for the handle, you two have a stare-down while the rumbling in her belly grows louder...

...why is she staring at you like that?

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DEEJA!

check out the audio this piece is practically based on here! (spoiler! You dont make it out alive! :D)

thank you so much to my boyfriend  itsss-cereal for paying for this birthday comm!

art by  grinex

as always, i hope you enjoy!