A little late, but still fits- Runar definitely looks as stuffed as a Christmas turkey. Enjoy, and if you want to see how it all ends, you can check out Big Stories for as low as $2 a month! Check the link here: https://www.patreon.com/bigstories

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Coming to Eulmore may have been a mistake, Runar thought. At least, it was a mistake with Runar in his current state. The fabulously wealthy city-state, lounging across the Kholusian coast, had once been the scourge of Norvrandt, the sanctum of the Sin-Eaters, and enthralled to the tyrant Vauthry. It had made war on all its neighbors, and now that it had been freed of the Sin Eater's influence, had been doing everything it could to atone for its past sins. The nobles- the former Free Citizens- were all but desperate to show their penance by being as generous as possible; indeed, Eulmorans were very close to making generosity and hospitality a vice, with how excessive they could be. The fact that many of the Free Citizens themselves were considerably overweight, with round bellies fed on gourmet food straining silk and velvet cloth, should have been a dangerous sign.

Before any serious talks could begin with Mayor Chai-Nuzz, the Night's Blessed delegation was swept away by the mayor's wife, Dulia-Chai, for a day of pampering. The rest of the Night's Blessed were not getting out of this unscathed; many of them were starting to complain about their robes starting to feel tight, or feeling the extra pounds, but none of them could match the drastic transformation Runar had gone through. The Eulmorans were gracious enough to replace the Ronso's strained, nearly tattered robes, and tried to squeeze him into the clothes of a Free Citizen- a suit of finely made silk, velvet, and brocade, but one that was woefully outclassed by Runar's gourmet-fed gut. The feline's belly was a sloshing cauldron, overfed and stuffed with the finest delicacies in the city. His once fit, broad-shouldered physique was smothered under layers of lard; every part of him had become rounded and plush, suffering from an overabundance of prosperity. His legs were nearly as thick as the trunks of Rak'tika's great trees, and the less said of the spherical dimensions of his rear, the better. He was forced into a waddling gait, and carrying so much extra weight left him increasingly slow and short of breath, especially after climbing the many stairs of Eulmore's great tower. Still, his ruined physique aside, Eulmore was happy to send whatever they could to Rak'tika, and with that, Runar breathed a sigh of relief as he polished off his last, massive feast in Eulmore.

"I think," Runar said, rubbing the swollen crest of his belly as it filled his lap and dug into the table, "it is time to go home. Though…" he grimaced, imagining what the rest of his followers would think seeing him like this. "Perhaps we ought to stop by Il Mehg, first. For some much needed exercise."