Sfw alt of part 2 of my Wings of Fire weight gain fanfiction featuring Foeslayer

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A few days of travel later:

As Arctic and Foeslayer crossed the threshold of their new home, a wave of relief washed over them, mingled with the exhaustion of their long journey. Foeslayer's considerable extra flab had made each step and wingbeat a laborious effort, but now the prospect of finally being together overshadowed any physical discomfort.

Slightly more familiar with the layout of a traditional nightwing home than Arctic, Foeslayer took his talon in her own, guiding him gently into the cozy interior of their new abode. At the moment it was fairly empty and bare, but she could already picture the warmth of their fireplace greeting them, casting a soft glow over the room as they settled in. Foeslayer sank into some cushions left behind by a previous family with a contented sigh, her soft body sinking into the similarly plush upholstery.

"Well here we are," Arctic murmured, his voice filled with warmth as he settled down next to her and wrapped his wing around Foeslayer's rounded torso. "Together, just like we wanted. More or less." He added with just a hint of disappointment that they hadn’t run off to some secluded island.

Foeslayer leaned into his embrace, her exhaustion melting away in the comfort of his presence. "Yes, together," she echoed softly, her gaze meeting his with a depth of affection that immediately overshadowed any hint of regret he had felt.

The next night:

The Nightwing kingdom was a tapestry of shadows and secrets, its towering spires reaching towards the star-strewn sky like dark sentinels and its rocky canyons were perpetually bathed in shadow. It was there, amidst the labyrinthine corridors and hidden alcoves, that Arctic and Foeslayer had made a home together, far from the frozen grip of the Ice Kingdom and the watchful eyes of his disapproving mother. They did have to deal with Foeslayer’s bitter, manipulative mother, but she was far less vengeful at least.

As they wandered through the moonlit streets wings and tails brushing comfortingly against each other, a sense of freedom and exhilaration filled the air, their laughter echoing like music amidst the quiet hum of the nocturnal activities of the dragons around them. For the first time in his restrictive, rigidly planned life, Arctic felt truly alive, his heart soaring with the knowledge that he was finally free to be with the one he loved.

"Your home is… " Arctic remarked, his voice filled with awe as he took in the sights of the NightWing kingdom. "It's... breathtaking, surprisingly."

Foeslayer smiled, her eyes shining with pride as she led him through the winding streets. "Why surprisingly?" she asked playfully, her voice tinged with excitement. "I know you’ll like it here eventually."

Arctic squeezed her hand affectionately, a warmth spreading through him at the sight of her radiant smile. "I love it already," he replied, his heart swelling with happiness. “Because you’re here.”

As they walked, slowly so Foeslayer wouldn’t tire herself out, Arctic couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness at the recent news that he was starting a family with Foeslayer. Despite the joy they felt at this discovery, there was a lingering hesitation, a fear of the plans of Foeslayer’s mother that gnawed at the edges of their happiness.

"So, um, about... about the eggs," Arctic began, his voice hesitant as he struggled to find the right words. "Are you... are you sure you're ready for this?"

Foeslayer looked at him, her eyes soft with affection. "I'm sure," she replied, her voice filled with certainty. "With you by my side, I know we can handle anything that comes our way."

Arctic smiled, a sense of relief washing over him at her words. "I love you, Foeslayer," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Arctic," Foeslayer replied, her voice echoing with the depth of her feelings. "And together, we'll make a family that's stronger than my mother could ever imagine."

As the months had unfolded in the comforting familiarity of the NightWing kingdom, Foeslayer's body had continued to pile on a significant amount of weight. Her frame had blossomed into an embodiment of abundance and softness, with layers of newfound flesh that seemed to cling to her like a warm, comforting embrace.

Especially since she knew Arctic was encouraging it, he’d been not so subtly bringing her gifts made up of different treats he knew she couldn’t resist, and his efforts had only redoubled since they had realized Foeslayer was carrying eggs.

Her belly, now sagged noticeably between her legs and had swelled outward to each side in a gentle curve, its surface soft and yielding to the touch. With each step she took, it jiggled and wobbled with a mesmerizing rhythm, a testament to the indulgence and contentment she had found in her new life with Arctic.

Her face had also continued to plump up, the angles of her jawline now softened and rounded by the gentle roundness of her chubby cheeks. Every smile she offered to Arctic was accompanied by the subtle movement of her extra chin and growing neck rolls each time her eyes lit up with warmth and affection.

Her limbs had also noticeably changed, they were now thickened and softened with layers of newfound lard, hiding any trace of muscle tone she’d once possessed. As she moved, the fat on her front legs and especially thighs and rear shifted and wobbled with each hefty stride, their softness and weight a testament to the abundance of love and happiness she had found with Arctic.

The silvery moonlight of a rare night illuminated by three full moons bathed the rocky terrain of the NightWing kingdom in a soft, ethereal glow, casting shadows that danced across the landscape like ghostly whispers. Standing proudly side by side amidst the moonlit beauty, Arctic and Foeslayer gazed down at the small, comfortable looking nest they had meticulously crafted together, perched safely near the top one of the towering spires and cradling two eggs, one black and one silver.

Arctic shifted uncomfortably, his brow furrowed in frustration as he glanced up at the nest. "I still don't understand why we had to bring the eggs all the way up here for some nightwing superstition." he grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance after having to gather all the soft moss and long grass a traditional nightwing nest demanded.. "It's not like they won’t hatch anywhere else."

Foeslayer smiled patiently, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she turned to face him. "It's a NightWing tradition." she explained, her voice gentle yet firm. "We know for a fact that the more moonlight the eggs are exposed to, the greater the chance that they'll inherit the rare powers some NightWings hatch with."

Arctic blinked in surprise as he processed her words. "I… didn’t know that actually." he conceded, his gaze softening as he looked at Foeslayer. “I still feel like there’s so much I don’t understand about your home, or even you.” He added a little sadly.

Foeslayer nodded, her heart swelling with pride at Arctic's understanding. "It's okay, Arctic," she reassured him, her voice gentle. "You're learning fast, and I couldn't ask for a better partner to do this with." she added, leaning in to nuzzle him affectionately. "Our children deserve nothing but the best, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that." Foeslayer continued, her voice filled with determination.

“Oh, you’ll do whatever it takes?” Arctic asked her teasingly. “I seem to remember that I was the one who had to find the best spot, and gather all the soft stuff you asked for, and carry it all up here and-”

“Excuse me, frosty face!” Foeslayer interrupted him playfully. “Who carried these eggs around for months?” She asked him, her voice dripping with mock annoyance.

“Don’t act like you haven’t enjoyed that.” Arctic teased her back, poking her plump flank playfully. “Not even your mother could make a big deal out of how much you’ve been eating this whole time.”

As the months had passed while Foeslayer carried their eggs, her body continued to pile on fat, her figure expanding faster with each passing day as Arctic encouraged her to indulge in even more food to nourish their growing offspring, especially since she now had a socially acceptable excuse. Her belly had begun sagging low between her legs, almost reaching down to her knees, its surface soft and round. With each step she took, it jiggled and wobbled with a mesmerizing rhythm, the additional mass of her gut causing her to waddle slightly as she moved.

Her face had continued becoming round and soft, the flesh of her chubby cheeks partially obscuring the curves of jawline. She had acquired a noticeable double chin now, and the way her excess rolls of neck fat bunched up around each other whenever she moved her head made it clear more chins and rolls were on the way.

Her limbs had also undergone more noticeable change, their already plump and soft squishy appearance thickened and softened with layers of newfound flesh. Her thighs widened considerably, the fat spreading outwards in thick rolls that rubbed together with each step she took, and even her relatively thinner front limbs had become heavier with this lifestyle, starting to form visible rolls of their own.

Her wings had also not escaped these changes, what were once firm, powerful flight muscles were visibly plumper and softer, and rolls were beginning to form where her newfound back fat pressed up against their base.

Her tail had become noticeably softer as well, and little rolls of excess blubber would form when she twisted it far enough, a sensation that Arctic thoroughly enjoyed each time they would twist their tails around one another romantically.

Foeslayer’s face flushed with embarrassment as she looked away. “You’re sure you still don’t mind?” She asked him nervously after a few moments of awkward silence.

“Foeslayer,” Arctic started to reassure her. “Who brought you most of that food?” He asked her gently. “I can see that it makes you happy, so it makes me happy. And besides, you know I actually like it.” He added playfully.

In the soft glow of the moonlit night, the silver egg nestled within the cozy nest began to tremble with anticipation. Inside, the hatchling stirred, a sense of curiosity and wonder filling his tiny mind as he prepared to embark on his journey into the world.

As the shell began to crack and splinter, a delicate pattern of fractures spreading across its surface like a spider's web, his senses came alive with a rush of excitement and anticipation. Though he was too young to understand his powers or what was happening, he could sense the presence of three other beings nearby, their thoughts and emotions swirling around him like a gentle breeze.

Instinctively, he reached out with his newfound ability, his mind brushing against those of the two figures standing anxiously beside the nest. In an instant, he could feel their love and devotion for each other, a bond that transcended words and thoughts. Despite their nervousness and apprehension, the hatchling could sense the warmth and affection that flowed between them. He knew without a doubt that these two beings were its mother and father.

Out of the minds he could sense however, he preferred the one he instinctively knew was his mother. While he could tell that the one that must be his father was very devoted and cared deeply for his mother, her thoughts felt so much warmer and comforting.

The third mind he could feel nearby was much smaller and calmer, still resting peacefully, not fighting to leave its egg like he was. That was his sister, he knew instinctively. Although he had no practice using his rare gift to sense the future impacts of his decisions, he could feel vaguely that letting her continue to rest so that he had the powerful light of all three moons to himself tended to work out better for him.

As the final fragments of the eggshell fell away, the dark gray hatchling emerged into the moonlit night, his tiny form bathed in the soft glow of the stars above. With a joyful chirp, he snuggled close to the warm and remarkably soft embrace of his mother, his mind filled with visions of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

Arctic watched with awe as their newborn hatchling nestled against Foeslayer's side, his heart swelling with love and pride at the sight of his family together. As the moment of bonding passed, he turned to Foeslayer with a tender smile.

"What should we name him?" Arctic asked softly, his voice filled with anticipation.

Foeslayer considered for a moment before replying, "Darkstalker."

Arctic's brow furrowed in confusion. "Darkstalker?" he repeated incredulously. "That sounds... creepy. Like he's some sort of stalker lurking in the shadows."

Foeslayer chuckled at his reaction. "It's a conventional NightWing name," she explained gently. "We need to consider how he'll have to grow up in the Night Kingdom, as a hybrid. He needs a name that will help him blend in and lead a normal life."

Arctic nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I see your point," he conceded, then gestured to the darker egg that was still resting peacefully. “I would like to try naming that one, when it hatches.”

“I hope it hatches.” Foeslayer replied quietly, worry etched into her chubby face.

“It will hatch. Plenty of eggs hatch a couple days before or after they’re expected to, and are perfectly fine.” Arctic reassured her as he leaned closer to her comfortingly. “It’s fairly common in icewings.”

“Well, icewings are not fairly common in nightwings.” Foeslayer joked, earning an amused snort from Arctic, although they both shared the unspoken worry that their children’s hybrid status might mean there could be any number of things wrong with them.

“Don’t talk like that in front of our son!” Arctic scolded her playfully, then snuggled in a bit closer to her to get a better look at Darkstalker, who she was still cradling against her soft chest.

A few Years later:

The streets of the NightWing kingdom buzzed with activity as Foeslayer plodded through them, her children, Darkstalker and Whiteout, bounding excitedly at her side. The young dragonets chattered animatedly, their voices filled with wonder and curiosity as they explored the bustling city around them as they made their way home from visiting Foeslayer’s mother.

Foeslayer smiled at their enthusiasm, her heart swelling with love for her precious offspring. She had only grown plumper over the years, her figure now even more heavy and round than before. Though she claimed they were walking because her children were still too young to reliably fly across the city, the truth was she had become less inclined to fly at all as her weight had continued to pile on.

The trio walked, or rather two scampered around and one waddled, through the dimly lit streets of the NightWing kingdom, their steps echoing against the cold stone beneath them.

None of them enjoyed these visits, least of all Foeslayer. Prudence had a habit of randomly demanding to see her grandchildren, claiming that she needed to assess whether they were displaying any signs of possessing animus magic. It was a notion that Foeslayer found absurd, given that Arctic was an animus himself, and Prudence had no idea what signs she was even looking for.

Instead of focusing on the children, however, Prudence spent most of the time berating Foeslayer for her continued weight gain. It was a criticism that used to bother Foeslayer deeply, but over time, she had grown accustomed to it. After all, Arctic made it abundantly clear that he was more than happy with her appearance, especially once their kids were sleeping on the days of these visits he knew upset her.

As Foeslayer waddled on, her breathing starting to get a tad heavier as the distance from her mother’s home to her own started to take its toll, she glanced at her two children again, still playing together happily, and smiled.

Her daughter, Whiteout, a name Arctic had picked and she’d reluctantly agreed was appropriate because of her beautiful but striking contrasting white and black patterns, had hatched a day later than Darkstalker. She had exhibited some signs of being slightly unusual as time went on, such as her rather eccentric manner of speaking that left strangers who were unfamiliar with the way she made connections between ideas wildly confused.

Foeslayer was a bit concerned about how Whiteout would be treated when her children started school soon, considering this eccentricity on top of her singularly unique appearance, but Darkstalker clearly cared deeply about his sister.

She’d seen earlier how he’d instantly tensed with anger when her mother had made some thinly veiled insults about her unusual grandaughter. She had a feeling that Whiteout could take care of herself however. Although Prudence might not have understood them, almost every response Whiteout had given her earlier were actually insults just as scathing as what she’d been dishing out.

Overall Foeslayer was excited to see her children starting school soon, both because of the excitement of her children growing up, and because of how much more time she’d have to enjoy herself hanging out at home and snacking. A few years had passed since Darkstalker and Whiteout had hatched, but the amount of food she’d started consuming daily since she’d discovered she was carrying eggs had only continued to increase.

Arctic had taken to teasing her in private, and although she protested playfully each time he did so, she’d started to enjoy it as she’d grown more comfortable with her accelerating weight gain, which Arctic was very aware of. She pressed forward through the street with her children in tow, starting to audibly huff and puff a little, and despite how the comfort of the benches in a nearby park called out to her to give her flabby legs a break, she knew there’d be another basket of snacks lovingly collected by a certain Icewing waiting when they got home.

A few years later:

As the sunset a warm glow over the NightWing kingdom, another day began for Foeslayer’s nocturnal family. Inside their cozy home, Foeslayer lounged comfortably on a plush nest of pillows and blankets that she shared with Arctic, her blubbery figure sprawled out in a sea of her own softness rivaling the cushions beneath. Over the years, she had continued to pile on weight, her form now rounded and voluptuous, a testament to her love of indulgence and comfort.

As the last of the daylight filtered through the windows, Foeslayer reached lazily for a nearby platter of snacks she kept near her bed to alleviate any cravings she might have when she first woke up, her talons grazing over an assortment of fruits. With a contented sigh, she settled back against the cushions, her attention drifting as she nibbled on a pre breakfast snack. Arctic, already awake, bustled about the house preparing for another day of work, his movements quick and efficient.

"Take care, my love," Foeslayer murmured sleepily, her eyes half closed as she waved to him. "Don't work too hard."

Arctic smiled warmly at her, his affection for his mate evident in his gaze. "I won't," he promised, leaning in to nuzzle her affectionately. “I know you won’t.” He added playfully before heading out into the city.

Darkstalker, now grown up into a handsome dragon with a scheming expression that reminded her of Arctic, which made sense considering he had inherited Arctic’s powers, strode through the living room on his way out. His gaze met his mother’s for a moment before he waved goodbye and set off to meet his friends. Whiteout, quiet and inscrutable as ever, followed him out, her wings tucked neatly against her sides as she disappeared into the bustling streets beyond.

Left alone in the quiet of the house, Foeslayer let out a contented sigh, her thoughts drifting lazily as she savored the peace and solitude. With her family gone for the day, she was free to indulge without interruption in her favorite pastime, snacking. She reached for another nearby plate of cheese and pastries, her claws delicately plucking out choice morsels as she nibbled away.

Her solitude was short lived however, as Arctic returned home in the middle of the night, a warm smile on his face as he greeted his beloved companion. He had decided to take a break from his work duties and bring Foeslayer some extra lunch he'd picked up, knowing she'd appreciate the gesture.

"Foeslayer, my love, I brought you some extra lunch!" Arctic called out, his voice filled with warmth as he made his way further into the living area.

Foeslayer, reclining comfortably amidst a sea of cushions and pillows, looked up with a soft smile at the sound of Arctic's voice. "Arctic, you're spoiling me," she teased, her tone laced with affection as she moved to accept the meal he offered.

Foeslayer laboriously rose from her makeshift nest, her movements slow and deliberate as she waddled across the room to greet him. Every inch of her form was enveloped in layers of soft, plush fat. Her once sleek and slender figure had long since disappeared, replaced by curves and rolls that seemed to meld seamlessly together in a blanket of softness.

Her belly, swollen and distended with lard from years of overeating, sagged heavily beneath her torso, the weight of its sagging blubber causing it to brush against the ground even as she stood. Layers of fat cascaded down from her midsection, forming deep rolls and folds on her flanks that shifted and jiggled with every ponderous step she took.

Her neck was swaddled by thick rolls of flesh that obscured her jawline and cascaded down from the ample chins that had accumulated above it. With each movement, her neck rolls wobbled and shook, a testament to the excess of her indulgent lifestyle.

Her tail, once sleek and elegant, was now thick and rounded, the muscle tone lost beneath layers of soft fat that wobbled with each swish. Even her wings now heavy with the weight of excess blubber, draped with layers of adipose tissue that quivered with every movement.

Foeslayer’s legs were also thick and heavy with fat, rolls of flesh spilling over at the joints and gathering in soft mounds at the base of her wings. As she waddled towards Arctic, her movements slow and deliberate, the accumulated weight of her body made it clear that she was less inclined than ever to get up at all, preferring instead to indulge in the comforts of home and hearth.

As she finally reached Arctic's side, her breath coming in shallow pants from the effort of her exertion, Arctic enveloped her in a chilly embrace, his talons gentle against her soft, plump form as he pressed a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“What could possibly give you that idea?” Arctic chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, what can I say? I know how much you love that greasy street vendor food. Besides, a little extra calories never hurt anyone, right, Foodslayer?" he replied playfully, using the affectionate nickname he had coined for her recently.

Foeslayer laughed, as she playfully swatted at Arctic, the sudden motion setting her copious reserves of blubber jiggling momentarily. "You know I prefer Foeslayer, thank you very much," she teased back, feigning insult but her eyes sparkling with happiness as she settled back against the cushions, ready to enjoy the meal Arctic had brought her.

She didn’t mention it to Arctic, partially out of embarrassment and partially because she just didn’t want it to be true, but she was starting to suspect it might actually be time to cut back on her snacking habit a little.

Her beautiful necklace that Arctic had given her years ago was getting uncomfortably tight in the crevice between neck rolls it had settled into, squishing restrictively into her increasingly thick, lard coated neck and starting to be mostly obscured by the burgeoning collars of fat that seemed to grow with each sedentary day she snacked her way through contentedly.

Simply ignoring this for the time being, Foeslayer settled back into her makeshift nest once again. Arctic glanced fondly at Foeslayer as she settled back into her nest, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she nestled into the soft cushions. "You know, Foeslayer," he began casually, "When I was flying over with your lunch I realized that I don't think you've flown in quite some time."

Foeslayer blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting to Arctic as she processed his words. "What do you mean?" she asked, a note of confusion creeping into her voice. "I could probably still fly if I tried, couldn’t I?"

Arctic chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I hate to break it to you, my dear, but I think you're long past the point of being able to get off the ground," he replied gently, a teasing glint in his eye.

Foeslayer's eyes widened in realization, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she considered Arctic's words. "Well, isn't that something," she murmured, a hint of amusement in her tone. "I suppose the last time I flew somewhere, I didn't even realize it would be the last time."

Arctic raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "And when was the last time you flew, exactly?" he inquired, his voice filled with amusement.

Foeslayer shifted uncomfortably, her embarrassment evident as she glanced away. "Well, uh, it's been... it's been long enough that I don't remember," she admitted sheepishly.

“You know, considering how many times your mother must have said you were grounded and you ignored her growing up, it’s funny that now you’re finally listening.” Arctic joked, mostly to show that it didn’t bother him in the slightest. “Even if you’re taking it way too literally.” He added teasingly.

Relieved by Arctic’s continued unwavering support despite his jokes, Foeslayer settled back into her makeshift nest once Arctic had left again. Her rotund belly was beyond full and content, but she continued to graze on snacks anyway, passing the time until her family came home and she’d happily listen to stories of how exciting her children’s lives were.

She was so happy that she’d defied everyone’s expectations and raised a successful, thriving family with Arctic, and was able to totally relax and indulge herself knowing that he would always be there for her.

A day later:

The night was quiet and still as Foeslayer lounged alone in the cozy warmth of their home, the rest of her family going about their nocturnal lives. She reclined comfortably amidst a sea of cushions, her attention focused solely on the platter of snacks Arctic had dropped off earlier that day.

With a contented sigh, Foeslayer reached out to grab another delectable treat, her talons grazing over the assortment of fruits and pastries with practiced ease. She had been indulging in the delicious offerings for hours, lost in the simple pleasure of savoring each bite.

But as she leaned forward to take another mouthful, the slight change in position caused her flabby cascade of neck rolls to shift and squish against each other. There was a sudden metallic ping, and Foeslayer looked down in surprise to see her beautiful necklace, the one Arctic had given her so many years ago, lying broken on the floor, only partially visible to her past her own burgeoning rolls of fat.

Foeslayer's heart raced with panic as she realized the gravity of the situation. The broken necklace lay before her was a stark reminder of the danger that loomed now that she was no longer magically shielded from Arctic’s vengeful mother, Queen Diamond. With a sense of urgency that she hadn’t felt in many sedentary years, she scrambled to put it back on, her movements sluggish and cumbersome due to the sheer bulk of her obese body.

Her talons, thick and swollen with excess fat, fumbled clumsily as she attempted to grasp the broken necklace lying on the floor. But try as she might, her talons were simply too thick and flabby to bend enough to pick up the delicate jewelry properly. Frustration bubbled up within her as she struggled to grasp the fine silver chain, her breath already coming in short, panicked, exhausted gasps.

Desperate, she attempted to bend forwards to retrieve the fallen necklace, but her engorged gut quickly got in the way, squishing uncomfortably against her and restricting her movement. With a frustrated grunt, she straightened up again, her cheeks flushed with both exertion and embarrassment.

After pausing to catch her breath and shoveling a few more snacks into her muzzle to calm down, Foeslayer slowly, deliberately tried again, and successfully scooped up the necklace in her chubby talons. This time however, it was her neck that posed the greatest challenge. Swollen and engorged with layers upon layers of thick collars and rolls of fat, it resisted her attempts to fasten the necklace around it. With each attempt, she felt the rolls of fat squish and shift against each other, making it impossible to find a secure hold.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Foeslayer fought back tears of frustration as she struggled to put the necklace back on. Every movement was a reminder of her non existent physical fitness, of how far she had let herself go over the years. Finally, defeated, Foeslayer sank back into the cushions with a heavy sigh.

After struggling with the broken necklace, her frustration mounting with each passing moment, her talon reached out instinctively for another bite of food to soothe her frazzled nerves. With a sigh of resignation, she grasped a pastry from the platter, the sweetness of the treat offering a fleeting moment of comfort amidst the chaos.

But before she could even take a bite, a sudden surge of energy enveloped her, and she felt herself being whisked away in a flash of light. The next thing she knew, her fat bloated body was deposited on the floor of the grand hall of the IceWing palace, emitting a sound somewhere between a slap and a squelch as her copious reserves of blubber impacted the frozen floor. Foeslayer looked around in confusion, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her surroundings.

And then she saw her, Queen Diamond, standing before her with a look of incredulity on her face. Foeslayer's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what Diamond must be thinking, seeing her in such a pathetic state, stuffing her face with food like a gluttonous pig.

But to her surprise, Diamond's expression morphed from hatred to amusement and contempt, and she burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the hall like clinking icicles.

"Well, well, well," Diamond sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Look at what we have here. A pathetic excuse for a dragon, so bloated and disgusting she can barely stand on her own talons."

Foeslayer flinched at the venom in Diamond's words, her cheeks burning with shame. But before she could respond, Diamond lunged forward, her claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. With a sharp hiss, she raked her talons across Foeslayer's plump face, leaving behind shallow scratches that stung with pain.

But to Diamond's surprise, Foeslayer’s soft, yielding fat seemed to absorb the blow, molding around Diamond's talons and making it difficult for her to cause any real damage. Foeslayer gritted her teeth against the pain, but refused to give her tormentor the satisfaction of hearing her cry out in pain.

Diamond's eyes narrowed with frustration as she realized her attack had been unsuccessful. With a growl of anger, she grabbed talonfuls of Foeslayer's flabby flesh, squeezing and prodding with malicious delight. "Look at you," she sneered, her voice laced with contempt. "You're nothing but a worthless, fat cow, too lazy and pathetic to even stand up for yourself.”

Foeslayer's cheeks burned with shame as she lowered her gaze, unable to meet Diamond's mocking gaze as the queen continued. "Seriously, my son ran away from his rank, his responsibility to the tribe, and his family, for this?" She asked bitterly as she prodded Foeslayer’s exposed, bulging squishy flank with an air of contempt.

Foeslayer struggled to catch her breath as she attempted to reply. "I-I can explain," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I-I was just..."

But Diamond waved away her apology with a dismissive gesture, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, don't bother with excuses, dear," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's quite obvious what's happened here. You've become nothing more than a fat, lazy slob, stuffing yourself with food like there's no tomorrow. Truly, I don’t understand why Arctic has stayed with you all this time."

Diamond lashed her tail angrily as she fumed about her son’s betrayal before continuing, her voice eerily cheerful suddenly. “But don’t you worry, you gluttonous nightwing. I won’t let you starve as my prisoner. Quite the opposite in fact. I was planning some horrible torture for you, after everything you’ve taken from my tribe, but now that I’ve seen how much you clearly want to be a fat blob, I believe I have a much for fitting punishment for you.

As Foeslayer stood before Queen Diamond, her heart pounding with fear and humiliation, she suddenly felt a familiar surge of energy ripple through the air. With a brief flash of light, shimmering, slender silver chains materialized out of thin air, snaking their way around her limbs with a cold, metallic grip.

Foeslayer gasped in shock as the chains tightened around her plump body, squeezing slightly into her bulging fat. She struggled sluggishly against their grasp, but the chains held firm, wrapping around her lardy limbs like a vice and leaving her feeling helpless and trapped.

Before she could react, four IceWing soldiers stepped forward, each taking hold of one of the chains with a firm grip. Foeslayer could feel the weight of their stares as they gazed at her with a mix of morbid curiosity and disdain, their expressions cold and impassive.

Foeslayer braced herself for whatever Diamond had planned, her heart pounding in her chest from a mixture of fear and exertion as the soldiers began to lead her away at a much brisker pace than her under exercised legs were used to.

As Foeslayer was dragged out of the palace by the IceWing guards, she could feel the weight of her own body pressing down on her with every step. Her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, and the chains squeezing against the fat that swaddled her wrists and ankles only added to her sense of imprisonment.

With each movement, the copious fat deposits and rolls across her body jiggled and wobbled, shifting uncomfortably as Foeslayer waddled as best she could. Her massive, pendulous belly sagged low between her chunky legs, brushing against the frozen tundra with every labored step, stretching the fabric of her scales to its limits.. The rolls of fat around her neck and under her chin bounced and swayed with each movement of her head, while her thick, fat tail dragged heavily behind her, leaving its own trail in the snow.

As they trudged across the frozen tundra, Foeslayer could feel the exhaustion creeping into her bones. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of each breath. The added discomfort of experiencing the sharp cold in the air for the first time in years without the protection of her necklace only compounded her misery. The guards showed no mercy, pulling her along with a relentless determination that left her stumbling and tripping over her own cumbersome bulk.

Journeying deeper into the frosty wilderness, Foeslayer felt her negligible stamina waning with each passing moment. Her weak, rarely used muscles ached with fatigue, and her breath came in labored, wheezing gasps as she struggled to keep up with the relentless pace of her captors.

As Foeslayer was dragged across the frozen tundra, the excessive lard that had accumulated on her thighs, haunches, and rump seemed to have a life of its own. With each cumbersome step, the layers of fat rippled and quivered violently, to the point where she could easily feel the sensation of her own rear wobbling.

The rolls of blubber on her thighs shifted with every jarring stomp, brushing against each other and creating a soft, squelching sound as they rubbed together. Her hips, similarly burdened with excessive flab, jutted out awkwardly to each side, causing her to sway unsteadily as she struggled to maintain her balance, unused to maneuvering her own weight for too long.

Her two bulging, round rump cheeks were a prominent feature of her immense weight. With each laborious step, they shifted heavily up, down, and side to side, creating a mesmerizing display of blubber in motion. Each cheek was like a mound of blubber that bulged outwards, almost obscuring the base of her chunky tail. Despite their size, her rump cheeks seemed to have a life of their own, quivering and trembling with each heavy, plodding stride. Their own weight pulled down on them, causing them to sag slightly under the strain, and flatten slightly against her thighs before bouncing back with each jarring motion.

As they delved deeper into the ice caves, Foeslayer's thighs and rump even grew slick with sweat, the excess fat making it difficult for her to regulate her body temperature despite the freezing cold. The layers of blubber seemed to trap the heat against her scales, leaving her feeling uncomfortably overheated despite the frigid surroundings.

But still, she pushed on, her determination overriding the discomfort of her physical state. For even as her thighs and haunches protested with each agonizing step, she refused to let her tormentors see her falter. She would endure whatever trials lay ahead, for she was Foeslayer, and nothing would break her spirit.


Finally, after what felt like an eternity of endless waddling across the wasteland, they reached their destination: a massive, gaping cavern carved entirely from glittering ice. The guards wasted no time in dragging Foeslayer inside, the cold air of the cavern sending shivers down her spine. The walls glistened with frost, the light filtering through ice casting an eerie blue glow that illuminated their path. The sight took Foeslayer's breath away, the sheer scale and beauty of the cavern leaving her momentarily awestruck.

But any sense of wonder was quickly overshadowed by the apprehension of what awaited her within those icy depths. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her sizable stomach, Foeslayer knew that her ordeal was far from over. And as she was dragged deeper into the cavern, the cold, oppressive darkness closing in around her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over her like a suffocating shroud.

As the guards chained Foeslayer up in the frozen cavern, the air grew tense with anticipation. Foeslayer's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Queen Diamond emerge from the shadows, her frosty, glittering scales blending in almost perfectly with the icy walls of the cavern.

Diamond's presence sent a chill down Foeslayer's spine, her ominous aura radiating like a palpable force. The queen's cold, calculating gaze bore into Foeslayer with an intensity that made her shiver despite the already freezing temperatures.

With a haughty tilt of her head, Diamond stepped forward, her voice dripping with malice as Diamond spoke, her voice low and menacing. "I have something special in mind for you. Something that will make you regret ever crossing me." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before adding with a chilling smirk, "You have brought this upon yourself, Foeslayer," she hissed, her words laced with venom.

Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over Foeslayer's already heavy heart. Diamond's ominous presence loomed over her like a specter of doom, and Foeslayer couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine at the queen's vaguely threatening remarks, wondering what awful torture the vengeful queen had planned..

"But don't worry, I'm not going to starve you. Clearly, you want to stuff your face every moment of your life, and who am I to stop you?"

The queen's words sent a shiver down Foeslayer's spine, a cold knot of fear tightening in her chest. She knew that whatever punishment Diamond had in store for her, it would be cruel and unforgiving.

As Foeslayer felt a bone chilling sensation even through the thick blubber that practically swallowed her limbs, panic surged through her veins like icy tendrils. Despite the multitude of fat rolls that restricted her range of motion, she managed to crane her chunky neck far enough to peer past her own bulk just in time to witness the horrifying sight unfolding before her eyes.

Ice began to spread quickly across her scales from where the restrictive chains squeezed her flabby flesh. The frosty tendrils snaked their way across her blubbery form, encasing each limb and body part in a glittering sheath of frozen cold. With each passing moment, the ice crept further, its grip tightening around her with an unforgiving intensity.

As the ice encased her entire body, Foeslayer felt her already feeble and limited movements become increasingly restricted, the frozen prison constricting around her like a vice. Her already heavy and sluggish limbs were weighed down by the icy shackles that held her in place. Desperate to break free, she struggled pathetically against her frozen prison, but to no avail.

With a sinking feeling of dread, Foeslayer realized that she was trapped, encased in a block of ice that left her powerless and immobile. The last thing she saw before the world went dark was Queen Diamond haughtily sauntering away, leaving her to her icy fate.

Several years later:

In the depths of the icy cavern, where the cold gripped everything in its frosty embrace, two IceWings ventured forth, their footsteps echoing off the glittering walls. They were a brother and sister, both esteemed members of the IceWing tribe, vying for the top rank in the first circle of the IceWing ranking system, and after a practically unheard of tie in every objective measure of their value as Icewings, they’d agreed to the mysterious “Diamond Trial” to decide who would win and who would be banished in disgrace.

As they stepped into the cavern, their eyes fell upon two ornate, large silver serving platters resting on the ground in front of them, glinting faintly in the dim light. The two Icewings exchanged puzzled glances, curiosity piqued by the unusual sight.

But what truly caught their attention was the sight that lay before them in the center of the cavern. To their total shock and disbelief, there stood an enormously obese NightWing, encased in ice and unmoving. The brother and sister stared in awe at the colossal figure, their minds racing with questions and confusion.

Foeslayer's form was distorted by both the massive reserves of blubber that she had accumulated over her years of imprisonment, and the ice that encased her, her blobby features barely visible beneath the thick layer of frost.

"Three moons," the brother murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in the sight before him. "What is that?"

His sister shook her head in disbelief, her eyes wide with astonishment. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It’s a… Nightwing, but it's fatter than anything I've ever seen."

As they gazed upon the frozen, blobby figure of the NightWing, a sense of unease settled over them. What did this trial they’d agreed to actually entail? The Icewings stood in shock, their gaze turned towards the frozen NightWing at the center of the cavern. They couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before them, their eyes widening in astonishment at the sheer magnitude of the dragon’s size.

Foeslayer was now nothing more than a monument to excess and gluttony. Her body was swollen with layer upon layer of blubber, each roll and fold a testament to several years spent in captivity. The copious fat deposits enveloped every part of her form, obscuring any trace of her once sleek physique beneath their weight.

Her gut, swollen to an unimaginable size, spread beneath her and pooled out in every direction across the icy floor, rendering her unable to make contact with the floor. Her talons now rested comfortably on top of her own blubbery belly, long since immobilized by the sheer bulk of her body.

Each roll of fat seemed to blend seamlessly into the next, creating a landscape of lard that stretched as far as the eye could see. Her limbs, once powerful and agile, were now buried deep beneath layers of blubber, any hint of recognizable shape lost beneath the soft curves of flab.

Foeslayer's neck was engulfed in collars of blubber that cascaded and sagged beneath their own immense weight. Thick rolls of fat encircled her throat, obscuring any trace of muscle or sinew beneath their cushioned expanse.

Her wings were weighed down by the excess weight that enveloped them. The delicate membranes were stretched between lardy, swollen joints and padded with layers of fat, rendering them beyond useless for flight, unable to even weakly flutter on their own. Instead of soaring through the skies, they lay limp and motionless against her sides, reduced to mere depositories of adipose..

Even Foeslayer's face and snout were softened by the relentless advance of blubber. Her cheeks swelled with the accumulation of fat, obscuring the contours of her jawline and giving her visage a rounded, almost comical appearance. Her snout bulged with excess flesh lost beneath layers of lard and its own miniature fat rolls.

Her talons were now swallowed by layers of fat that rendered them useless for anything lounging around. The claws were now dull and rounded, buried beneath the soft curves of excess flesh that had accumulated around them.

Her legs were buried beneath rolls of blubber so thick they obscured any trace of their former shape, leaving her limbs simply pillars of lard dominated by stacks of increasingly thick fat rolls.

Foeslayer’s rump was a swollen mass of blubber that engulfed her hindquarters. Each cheek was bloated with lard to an obscene size, a formless, sagging mound of flesh and cellulite, so large they totally obscured the entirety of the base of her similarly flabby tail.

Foeslayer's tail had also succumbed to the relentless advance of blubber, becoming a thick and cumbersome appendage that sagged heavily behind her. Like everywhere else, copious quantities of fat enveloped the appendage, obscuring any minute trace of its former strength. Instead of the sleek, streamlined shape it once possessed, it now bulged with excess flesh, each segment that the fat rolls divided themselves into swollen with the accumulation of lard.

The Icewing siblings cautiously approached Foeslayer, their eyes wide with disbelief and apprehension, they hesitantly reached for the silver trays resting before them. Hesitantly, they each grasped a tray, their movements slow and uncertain as they tried to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before them.

As the Icewings lifted the trays, a strange energy seemed to pulse through the cavern, crackling in the frigid air. The ice encasing Foeslayer began to shimmer and melt, not so much melting as just receding, exposing her bloated form as the frozen prison released its hold. In just a few moments the ice had completely retreated, revealing Foeslayer's immense bulk beneath.

With a gasp, Foeslayer began to stir, her movements sluggish and due to both her excessive weight and years of confinement. She squirmed weakly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to free herself from the frosty remnants of the icy prison that still clung to her dark scales. Her limbs felt heavy and leaden, weighed down by the oppressive burden of her own excess flesh.

As the last traces of frost melted away, Foeslayer seemed to collapse further onto her own gut, giving up any pretense of holding herself up, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Her body trembled with exhaustion, her muscles protesting against the sudden burst of exercise after years of immobility, despite how minimal and pathetic that “burst of exercise” was. With each labored breath, she wheezed and gasped, the sound echoing through the cavern.

With each labored breath, Foeslayer’s neck wobbled and jiggled, the excess flesh quivering with the slightest movement.

As she shifted her weight, her substantial rump wobbled and jiggled, each mound of excess flesh undulating in waves of lard.

As Foeslayer sluggishly squirmed and stretched, even her tail wobbled and jiggled, the flab undulating in waves of blubber. Its limited movements were slow and laborious, weighed down by the sheer bulk of the fat that encased it.

The Icewings watched in stunned silence, their eyes darting between each other and the massive Nightwing sprawled before them. They had never witnessed anything like this before, and the sight left them feeling both awestruck and uneasy.

In the blink of an eye, the serving trays they clutched in their talons went from empty and spotless to overflowing with food. As they peered down at they fears they suddenly held it was obvious that it was made up exclusively of the most fattening and unhealthy delicacies that Icewing cuisine had to offer.

Although the Icewings had no way of knowing this, that choice was of course was part of Foeslayer’s carefully calculated punishment, since everything that had been crammed into her mouth each time this had happened were the foods that reminded her of how she’d met Arctic and how much she missed him, and made her wonder sadly why he had never come to save her from being Diamond’s plaything after all these years.

As the Icewing siblings beheld the overflowing trays of food, their eyes widened in realization of the true nature of the trial they had unwittingly agreed to partake in. The sight of the stunningly obese Nightwing prisoner before them sent a shiver down their spines, yet they knew they had no choice but to carry out their duty.

Even before she’d been fed a single morsel however, Foeslayer could feel the power of the enchantment pressing down upon her, a subtle yet inexorable force that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

Her once plump form began to swell and expand just as a result of being free of the ice, the soft flesh of her body growing increasingly heavy and cumbersome with each breath she took. Every second of consciousness seemed to require more effort as her muscles struggled to support the growing mass of her body even while lounging atop her own gut, the excess weight pulling at her like an invisible anchor.

Her belly, already round and protruding, began to swell even further, the soft curves of her form expanding outward with alarming speed. The rolls of fat that encircled her midsection seemed to multiply with each passing moment, the plush flesh spilling out in all directions as her body continued to balloon in size.

Without hesitation, the Icewings rushed forward, practically stumbling over each other with their determination to win this unusual challenge. Each sibling grasped their tray with trembling talons, careful not to drop the precious, decadent spread of fattening delicacies. With a sense of urgency, they leaned in toward Foeslayer, who knew the routine well by now and opened her maw willingly. She had tried fighting it in the past, but it always ended the same way no matter what she did, so why bother putting in all that work?

Foeslayer, for her part, simply relaxed as the Icewings began to shovel the food into her waiting muzzle. Over the years, she had grown accustomed to this routine, having endured countless similar trials with countless icewings that all left her fatter than she started. At first, it had been the Icewing queen herself who had force fed her, the relentless punishment serving as a constant reminder of her captivity. But as time passed, it seemed Diamond had grown weary of her prisoner, using Foeslayer’s punishment as a convenient pawn in the power struggles among her subjects instead.

As the Icewings worked to feed her, Foeslayer closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into a state of acceptance, and maybe even a hint of guilty pleasure. The taste of the rich, indulgent food filled her senses, momentarily distracting her from the harsh reality of her existence. She swallowed each mouthful without protest, the familiar sensation of fullness quickly washing over her like a comforting embrace.

As the feeding continued, Foeslayer found herself immersed in a strange mix of emotions, her mind drifting back to memories of Arctic and their shared moments of indulgent romance. While the enchanted food was shoveled into her waiting maw with frantic haste, there was a familiar sensation that washed over her, a bittersweet nostalgia that lingered amidst the chaos.

With each talonful of the magically enhanced delicacies, Foeslayer couldn't help but recall the tender moments she had shared with Arctic, the way he would lovingly feed her with gentle care and affection. The sensation of being filled to the brim with food, of allowing herself to indulge without restraint, brought forth a rush of guilty pleasure that mingled with the discomfort of her current predicament.

Despite the stark differences between Arctic's tender, romantic meals and the frantic feeding by the IceWing siblings, there was an undeniable similarity in the sensation of being pampered and cared for, even if it with vastly different intentions. In those fleeting moments, as her belly swelled with each morsel of food, Foeslayer couldn't help but find some comfort in this unorthodox punishment.

She knew from what snatches of conversation from Diamond or other Icewings she'd managed to overhear that it had been several years since she’d been captured. Although she’d only been conscious for a few days of that time, spending most of it frozen and asleep, she was beginning to believe the Icewing queen’s taunting that nobody was coming to help her and this was her life now, and starting to act accordingly.

Despite the surreal nature of the scene unfolding before them, the Icewing siblings pressed on, their movements becoming almost frantic as they sought to fulfill their task. With each mouthful they stuffed into the prisoner, they hoped to prove themselves worthy of the coveted position in the Icewing hierarchy, however strange of a test this was.

As the Icewing siblings continued to shovel the enchanted food into Foeslayer's mouth, the effects of the potent magic began to manifest themselves with startling clarity. With each bite, Foeslayer could feel the rich flavors coating her tongue, a tantalizing sensation that seemed to linger on her palate long after she had swallowed. As she’d begun to suspect, every morsel she consumed carried with it a hidden enchantment, designed to accelerate the process of her weight gain with each passing moment.

As the seconds stretched into minutes, Foeslayer's body seemed to slowly, almost imperceptibly swell with added fat before their very eyes, her blobber form expanding with each mouthful she swallowed. The fat that had already accumulated on her body began to shift and wobble with newfound vigor, the soft flesh rippling like waves upon a vast ocean. Her round cheeks bulged outward, her multitude of chins disappearing beneath another layer of plush fat as her face took on an increasingly rounded appearance.

Her neck now resembled a thick, fleshy column, the rolls of fat encircling it like a series of soft, yielding cushions. With each swallow, her throat undulated with the effort, the excess flesh jiggling with every movement. As she continued to consume the enchanted food, Foeslayers gut grew and separated her fat-swallowed talons slightly further from the ground, her thighs and rump swelled with more flab each passing moment, the luscious curves of her body expanding to accommodate the ever increasing mass.

Sometimes, in her brief moments of consciousness not occupied by force feeding before she was frozen again, Foeslayer tried to gauge just how unbelievably obese she was becoming and wondered what Arctic would think if he saw her like this. That line of thought always led to sadly wondering why he had never come to help however, so she preferred to focus on eating these days.


With both Icewings nearing the end of their supplies of enchanted food, a new sense of urgency gripped them. With each passing moment, they redoubled their efforts, shoveling talonfuls of the fattening delicacies into Foeslayer's waiting maw with increasing speed and fervor.

Barely giving her a chance to take a breath, the siblings picked up the pace, their movements practically synchronized as they alternated between scooping up food and thrusting it in Foeslayer's open mouth. The sound of her chewing echoed through the cavern, interspersed with little greedy grunts of guilty pleasure as she swallowed each heavy mouthful she couldn’t help making despite her dire situation.

For Foeslayer, faced with the inevitable reality of her predicament, a resigned acceptance settled over her. With each mouthful of food that passed her lips, she found herself succumbing to a strange sense of fulfillment.

As the last of the enchanted food disappeared from the trays, the Icewing siblings paused, their chests heaving with exertion as they surveyed the scene before them. Foeslayer, her belly swollen and distended from the feast, lay before them like a beached whale, her breathing slow and labored as she struggled to digest the massive meal she had just consumed.

In the relative silence that followed, aside from Foeslayers huffing, wheezing, and the occasional strained belch, a sense of unease settled over the cavern, the weight of suspense hanging heavy in the air, both competing icewings wondering who had won, who would not walk away from this trial, and what was going to happen to the other one.

As the Icewing siblings stood in the icy cavern they remained oblivious to the unseen machinations unfolding in the distant palace courtyard. High upon the wall that displayed the rankings of every member of the Icewing hierarchy, the nameplate of the dragon who'd managed to shovel all of the food off their tray into the gluttonous Nightwing's open maw first began to shift upward.

Propelled by Queen Diamond's enchantment, the nameplate ascended with an eerie grace, rising through the ranks until it reached the pinnacle of the first circle. As the nobles that had gathered around the wall watched eagerly for the result, the subtle movement signaled a shift in power, a triumph for the Icewing who had succeeded in completing the Diamond trial.

Meanwhile, the nameplate of the sibling who had lost by mere moments detached itself from its place on the wall, tumbling silently through the frigid air to land amidst the snow dusting the ground below. Unaware of his impending fate, the younger stood side by side with his sister, watching as the ice slowly began to reform around Foeslayers now noticeably fatter body, taking quite a bit longer to fully engulf the stuffed, bloated, and shockingly obese Nightwing.

Little did he know that upon his return to the palace, he would be informed of his banishment from the Ice kingdom, stripped of his rank and his home, and cast out into the unforgiving wilderness, left to fend for himself in a world that had suddenly turned cold and hostile.

As the icewings turned and left without speaking a word to each other, both still trying to fathom why this was their queen’s method of deciding conflicts, Foeslayer felt the ice gradually begin to encroach around her lard bloated form once again, the familiar sensation of the already minuscule mobility she possessed being frozen in place again until the next duo of quarreling Icewings came along. She sighed, resigned to this being her existence now. At least the food was pretty good.

2,000 years later:

With the sound of their talons clicking over the icy floor, two Icewing brothers made their way into the depths of the cave where the legendary Diamond Trial took place. The icy tunnel stretched before them, its walls glistening with a faint luminescence that cast eerie shadows as they reflected the dim light filtering through them. Winter and Hailstorm exchanged uneasy glances as they stepped cautiously into the cavern, their footsteps echoing softly against the frozen floor.

The air was cold and still, a palpable tension hanging in the frigid atmosphere. As they ventured further into the cavern, their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight that greeted them.

Their jaws dropped as they beheld the enormous figure encased in ice at the center of the cavern. It was a Nightwing, but unlike any they had ever seen. The dragon was almost incomprehensibly obese, layers of blubber encasing her entire form, rendering her immobile and seemingly trapped for eternity even if she was not frozen in place. The once proud Nightwing now lay imprisoned within her own mountain of flesh.

Winter and Hailstorm exchanged incredulous looks, their expressions a mix of disbelief and horror at the sight before them. They had heard increasingly wild rumors of what the Diamond Trial actually entailed, but nothing could have prepared them for this.

Their minds reeled with questions, their senses overwhelmed by the surreal scene unfolding before them. What had become of this Nightwing? How had she ended up in this frozen tomb, condemned to an eternity of isolation, torment, and apparently fattening?

As they stood in stunned silence, the pressure of the moment weighing down on them, Winter and Hailstorm couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over them. They had entered the cavern expecting some kind of challenge or trial by combat, but what they found was something far more bizarre and inexplicable than they could have ever imagined.

As Winter and Hailstorm stood in awe before the frozen figure of Foeslayer, they couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of her size. Every inch of her body seemed to be engulfed in layers upon layers of blubber, a testament to centuries of uninterrupted gluttony, being force fed magically enhanced food and having zero ability to burn a single calorie.

Her face was now unrecognizable beneath the thick layers of fat that obscured practically all her features. Rolls of flab cascaded down from her forehead to her chin, giving her a perpetually sagging appearance. Her eyes, barely visible beneath the folds of flesh, seemed to convey a sense of resignation and defeat, and her bulging, sagging chubby cheeks obscured most of her remaining field of vision.

Her neck had disappeared entirely beneath the blanket of fat that now engulfed it. Thick rolls of blubber encircled her throat, giving it the appearance of an amorphous blob more than a tree trunk.

As their eyes traveled down her back, Winter and Hailstorm were confronted with the sight of her broad, roll covered expanse, which seemed to stretch on endlessly and had actually begun to press up against the ceiling of the cavern.

The sheer size of her gut had grown to such an extent that her talons could never possibly make contact with the ground, leaving her utterly immobile, and pushing her slowly, inevitably upwards against the ceiling. The icy roof groaned under the immense pressure of her bulk, cracks forming as her colossal weight threatened to break through.

Her flanks bulged outwards, the billowing rolls of excess fat spilling over the sides of her body like a river of blubber.

Her wings were now nothing more than flaps of flabby flesh that hung limply at her sides. The muscles that had once propelled her through the sky had long since atrophied, leaving her incapable of even twitching them.

Her tail, thick and cumbersome, trailed behind her like a massive, gelatinous mass. Any remaining trace of muscle…
The rest of the story doesn’t fit so you’ll have to download the pdf, sorry lol