Being in the lost desert, a place where the most prosperous of phighters live, Scythe was bound to get spoiled by riches and greed.

“Haaah~ I love these riches and UORP~ excuse me… and wealth!” She grabbed a bottle of wine, and removed the cork

GULP GULP GULP….

She kept chugging and chugging. Fattening up more and more. Those checkered pants of her growing more and more taut

“Hmm… getting so nice and big~” Scythe’s prosthetic arm creaked as it strained against the fattening form of Scythe. UOOORP “I doubt I could get enough…”