Deep within a dense, bandit-infested forest, hidden away from the world, lies an ancient shrine, long forgotten and abandoned by humans. The once-mighty structure now sits in disrepair, cloaked by time and nature. The thick foliage that surrounds it, blocks all direct sunlight, making the shrine a cool haven in the middle of the lush, untamed woods.

The shrine is the home of Fayanna, a six-tailed Kitsune and Dragon Hybrid who has been living there for over a century. Many bandits have tried to plunder the shrine for its treasures, only to end up as a other inch of fat on her curves. Fayanna lounges lazily on a pile of cushions inside the shrine, her belly bulging out from the twelve bandits she had just eaten.

She had encountered the group of brazen bandits earlier that day, who thought they could easily take on the shrine guardian and make off with a few rare trinkets. The bandits had underestimated her power and fell like toys in her hands. With a satisfied smile, she pats her bloated stomach, the sounds of groaning and squirming coming from inside her. Her bloated belly writhed and quivered, the bandits' feeble attempts to escape only serving to make her more comfortable. The feeling of their desperate efforts against her insides was quite entertaining.

She let out a content sigh, lazily lounging on the pillows. It had been a good day, and the after-meal relaxation was much deserved, though the faint signature of someone approaching her shrine brought her out of her moment bliss. The faint sound of grass being squashed alerted her senses. Someone was approaching the shrine, disrupting her moment of tranquility. With a huff, she slowly got up, her bloated stomach protruding out in front.

She moved towards the entrance of the shrine, her footsteps muffled by the moss beneath her feet. Poking her head through the curtains covering the shrine, she saw a lone figure making their way through the foliage, seemingly injured given their occasional stumble.