(DonutDoodlesNSFW)

You stand there, frozen, watching Erin wave at you with that same warm smile—but there’s… more of her. A lot more. Her toned frame from before? Replaced by thick, curvy softness that her outfit is barely holding together.

Internal Monologue: “Okay, okay. Be cool. Be normal. She’s your friend, just say hi. Act like you don’t notice that she’s—“

Your eyes betray you. They flicker down to her thick thighs spilling out of her shorts, her plush stomach pushing against the waistband, and—sweet merciful gods—her top straining for dear life.

What the hell did they feed her in Fantasy Italy? Straight-up enchanted carbs? Did she eat the bakery itself?

She wipes a bit of sweat off her brow, totally oblivious to your mental meltdown.

"Phew, it’s good to be back!" she says, stretching—which only makes things worse.

Your brain short-circuits. A hundred responses fight to escape your mouth, but all that comes out is:

"…Welcome back."

You swear you hear the seams of her clothes begging for mercy as she shifts her weight.

This is fine. Totally fine. Just… don’t stare too long, or she’s gonna think you’ve never seen a thick elf woman before.