"Huff... puff... Curse all this... stupid heft!" Shadowheart sighed as she leaned up against a tree, panting with exertion as the rest of the party marched on ahead.

This was the status quo since the onset of their journey. Just a few days before it had begun, Shadowheart found herself in quite an odd predicament. She was... well, to put it bluntly, fattened like a hog through unnatural means. Now, with her gut hanging low as she leaned forward, her wide hips and thighs bulging over the waistband of her trousers as her wobbling chest pushed against her armor, she struggled to keep up with the company she found hersepf keeping. It was quite a sight, all of that heavy flesh jostling about, and she felt like a burden, an obstacle rather than an asset.

A trial of Shar, is how she explained it. A burden placed upon her by her chosen goddess through which she will prove her devotion. Whether or not this were true remained to be seen, but that didn't change the fact that the poor girl was huge, heavy, weak, and starving, having a constant craving that drained their rations regularly.

"Hold on, guys... huff... Give me one... second!" She said, trying desperately to catch her breath.