chapter 20 : the trap (part 1)

Sarya looked at the box just presented to her by Evelyn, curiosity momentarily moving her away from her spiral of self-loathing. The stuffed and tired ex-thief didn’t notice the predator’s spark in Evelyn’s eyes, nor the dagger hidden being her back, her usually sharp senses dulled by months of indulgent and leisured life. Slowly, she waddled toward the counter, her overfed belly gently pressing against the wooden edge as she leaned forward, a round chubby arm reaching to open the box. As soon as she removed the lid, the knowledgeable fence noticed something was odd. That fabric was oddly familiar, that lush green silk, so soft and smooth to the touch. Raising an eyebrow, Sarya took the box’s content and pulled it out in one movement, revelling the unforgivable green dress she left with Evelyn when they first met, with her plump flesh poking out of its ripped seems. It was the most luxurious piece of clothing Sarya had ever worn, something that was, all considered, above the station she picked for her false identity.


Immediately, pieces started to snap together inside of Sarya’s mind, and hairs raised on the back of her neck as the implication of that ‘surprise’ became clear. Evelyn knew she had stolen it, and with this whole set up, she probably also understood Sarya’s masquerade. The obese brunette had no idea for how long Evelyn had been aware of this, but there was no doubt in her that the elegant ex-adventurer wasn’t there to make a friendly intervention. Whatever there was between her and Sarya at this point wasn’t kindness.


Slowly, trying to hide her expression, Sarya turned to glance at Evelyn, and was met with a set of stone cold grey eyes that made her shiver under the many inches of fat that covered her body. The trader’s lips were pressed thin with contempt and hatred, and Sarya couldn’t help but step back at the sight of such hostility painted in the face of someone she saw as a friend. Too late to act dumb, this woman wanted her skin! Sarya had to get out of there! She could always lay low at the Three Calices and sort this problem out, but she had to leave.


With pure fear giving her strength and clarity, the usually charming and easy going city girl returned to her long buried street survival instincts, the kind of which she had to rely upon as an orphan living in the slums. She had no weapon, but if she could knock Evelyn down, she could get out in the street and hopefully be safe from her murderous loathing.


Trying to remember her fights as a teenager, Sarya charged the taller woman, praying that she could use her weight advantage to get the best of her. But Sarya wasn’t a bigger and stronger street urchin bullying the kids around for their loot, she was an out of shape and clumsy ball of lard, and her movements were sluggish, predictable, and pathetic for Evelyn’s trained eyes. The toned swordswoman kept one hand behind her back, smirking at the unpredictable attack from her delusional prey. She didn’t expect a thief to have such strong survival instinct. That was a surprise that almost made her laugh. She glared with disgust at the butterball lounging towards her, Sarya’s chubby arms flailing like fat padded clubs directed toward her face and muscular stomach.


Stepping aside in one graceful motion, Evelyn dodged the face punch, while the other missed her midriff, finding Evelyn’s lean profile too small of a target to land a hit, as was the purpose of a fencer’s stance. Cow tits bouncing around and throwing her off balance, Sarya crashed against a mannequin behind Evelyn, her barrel sized gut absorbing the impact with a sigh of pain from the out of shape ex-rogue, which was already panting after this burst of effort. Needing the key to unlock the door, Sarya turned back toward Evelyn, doubt adding to the turmoil of expressions that could be seen on her reddening face.


Failing to consider her current state of obesity, the formerly nimble street girl feigned a punch, but instead went for a powerful kick that could have hit Evelyn right in the solar plexus… if Sarya rolled gut didn’t got in the way of her thick leg, causing the kick to raise about as high as Evelyn’s knee, an attack she dodged easily with a quick leap from her toned shins.


Thrown off-balance by her failed strike, Sarya stumbled backward, her enormous bum causing her to crash against the changing cabin, the fragile pine door almost breaking under the strain from stopping the obese brawler. Barely standing with her oversized curves wobbling left and right, Sarya was already finding it hard to find her breath, her enormous tits stretching the thin fabric of her blouse as they heaved helplessly.

Disgusted, Evelyn went on the offensive, sidestepping Sarya with the speed of a viper before shoving her on the side, watching with boredom as the obese brunette toppled over and landed on her belly with a loud fleshy thud, her breath knocked out of her lungs by the ungraceful fall. Rolling on the ground like a fat slug, Sarya tried to push herself back up, grunting under the strain of hauling both her belly and bosom off the floor, only to find the point of Evelyn’s leather boot land on her side with brutally. The boot only failed to break a rib because of the sheer thickness of Sarya’s side fat, but the Weasel still whimpered in pain, rolling on her opposite side in a sad attempt to escape Evelyn’s attacks.

That clumsy effort didn’t do much to help Sarya’s situation, only causing her enormous belly to escape the waistband of her skirt, and spill on the floor right in front of her like a smooth buttery slab. Evelyn stopped in her track, almost stunned in disgust, before stepping on the lard pile, putting all her weight on her heel and watching with sadistic pleasure as Sarya squirmed in pain, crying, and trying to crawl always, with no avail.


‘’What a disgusting little blob you have become, thief! All buried in useless, pathetic, cumbersome flesh. You used to be fit, didn’t you? I remember, you were merely plump when you stormed into my shop, wearing MY creation, a dress you not only stole, but stretched and ripped with your shameful gluttony.’’


Evelyn let go the hilt of her dagger, realizing she didn’t needed any weapon to completely overpower the shorter girl. The greedy piglet was barely strong enough to fight against her own body! Stepping away from Sarya, she slowly paraded around her, her long toned legs moving with a grace and elegance that was now alien to the hedonistic ex-urchin.