After some much needed peace in Piltover, Caitlyn found herself getting to spend more time with Vi now that they’re together. With fewer missions to occupy their days, they spent their evenings exploring the underbelly of Zaun or sharing quiet moments in Piltover’s upper quarters together. Over time, Caitlyn found herself indulging more than she used to, from rich foods, late night desserts and lazy mornings wrapped in warm sheets slowly softened her once lean figure into a much fatter one. Her uniform, a symbol of her sharp discipline, strained against her thickening body, buttons tightening over her rounded belly, seams pulling at her thick thighs, and her trousers barely able to stretch over her growing backside. One day, while getting ready in their shared quarters, Caitlyn huffed as she struggled to pull her pants over her Fatass, her plump cheeks burning under the brim of her top hat. Hmph… hey Vi? You think you could help me out here?