Chapter 8

It took maybe twenty minutes after Nymeria had met her dead end before someone disturbed her trapped state. The tall athletic figure of Tamyana jumped down from atop the concrete pipe and landed in the soft mud with a splat sound, right in front of the sewer exit. Looking around, she reeled back in surprise, her hand flying to her waist to pull out a knife, a thin sheen of blood staining the blade. "Fucking hell!" She said, fear turning into annoyance at the sight. Wrinkling up her nose, she leaned closer to the bars, her eyes widening, "Damn, these glowing eyes are just freaky. You scared me good." Letting out a soft chuckle, she smirked. Then, she assessed the situation, her gaze moving over Nymeria overfed body and the narrow passage through the bars. ‘’Aren’t you cute. A chubby little prisoner. I should have seen this coming... Lemme get you out of there, step back."

Once Nymeria was at a suitable distance away from the bars, Tamyana raised a booted foot and prepared to kick. Unlike Nymeria, Tamyana had real combat boots, the kind that the elf’s fancy fashion boots were based from. Instead of expensive leather, it was all steel caps and synthetic carbon. Flexing her strong legs, Tamyana kicked out a bar, the rusty iron making a loud clanking sound as it cannoned into the concrete wall behind it. She then signed to Nymeria to move forward, but even with the widened gap, it seemed the obese girl was just too thick around the waist to even squeeze through.

The half-orc was nearly awe struck at the sight of all the flab oozing out of the gap like bread dough, still baffled by how stupidly fat Nymeria was. Tamyana could have gone face first through these bars, only needing to shift her shoulders slightly, yet the overfed suburbia princess was about to get herself stuck in there. ‘’Back off tubby, this isn’t going to work. I need to widen this some more.’’ Snarled the activist, before grabbing the bars with both hands and, with a primal scream, bending them in a display of raw orcish strength.

The few inches it added made it possible for the blue-haired beauty to slowly slid her enormous body sideways between the bent bars. She needed some squeezing to fit her double belly and oversized tits through the hole, but eventually she popped free, making her stumble forward and into Tamyana’s open arms.

"I figured you'd find your way out here sooner or later. It seemed like the only way you could get out of there with your gut." Commented the half-orc, smirking and pinching one of Nym’s thick rolls to emphasize her point. Despite her snarky attitude, Tamyana wasn’t entirely intact. Her left side was soaked in blood, starting just below her ribs. There was a lot of it and it was clear at least some of it was hers.

Nymeria immediately noticed the blood, but she didn’t say anything at first, in shock at the sight and not knowing what to say. After hugging Tamyana for a long moment, Nym finally pulled back and she timidly reached a hand toward the biggest blood stain. With a trembling voice, she told the taller girl how worried she had been, before asking about the blood.

‘’I was getting scared I would get caught here. You saved me…again. But… What happened to you? Are you okay?! You fought them, didn’t you? The cops.’’

Tamyana shied back form Nymeria's hand, not letting her touch her injured side. However, other than that she was showing no real sign of pain or injury.

Shaking her head, she placed a hand on her side for a moment before pulling it away, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, I've been through worse." Shaking her head, she looked up at Nymeria once more, "How long were you caught in there? Actually, we can chat later. We're out past curfew and on a night like this, it would be better to get our heads down. Speaking of, you could really use..." She hesitated for a moment, visibly trying to find a polite way to spit the truth, before giving up and finishing her thought and causing Nym to cringe in embarrassment "You could really use a bath, and then a shower as well. You smell like a sewer..."

Still, Nymeria couldn’t agree more about the prospect of a shower. She was stinking, she was covered in suspicious mud from feet to knees and she just went through her most extensive workout session since high school, while weighing almost twice as much as she used to as an already fat teenager. She was tired, sweaty, and she really needed a wash, a lunch, and a nap. She was sure Tamyana herself felt the same, even if she was playing tough. Her injuries might not have been as serious as the amount of blood showed, but she wasn’t in top shape. Well, comparatively to the obese elf, she was almost impossibly fit, but that was beside the point.

Glancing around, Tamyana looked at the concrete lining of the river. It had been decades since the riverbank had been anything other than a half tube of concrete. Up in the more affluent districts, the river had been restored to a lively beautiful river, but down in this area it was a sludgy dead mess. "Do you think you'll be able to get out? It's a little steep." As she spoke she grabbed the top of the pipe they were standing by and without any effort whatsoever, hoisted herself up over the edge and onto the bank. She moved like she weighed nothing more than a feather, her muscles flexing smoothly as they lifted her toned body off the ground.


Watching the toned half-orc climb out of the riverbank with ease made Nymeria more insecure than ever. The athletic knockout was bloodied but unbroken, and it seemed like Nym should instead be worried about herself. With her long dark hair flowing in the breeze as she was standing above the concrete wall, Tamyana was stunning, and Nym felt puny in comparison, looking up to the slender beauty from below while trying to find a way to climb.

The small overfed elf first tried to grab the top of the pipe like Tamyana just did so easily, but she came short. Not only was the plumper lacking the height to move as easily, but the half-orc didn’t have to worry about a massive rolled belly pushing her away from the wall. Truth was, had Nym been slender, she could have easily grabbed the edge and pulled herself up. But that option was a few hundred pounds behind her.

In a properly pathetic attempt, the blue-haired elf stubbornly tried to jump to grab the pipe, but she barely left the ground, only managing to get on the tip of her toes for a brief moment before landing back on her heels with a heavy bounce from her enormous breasts and cumbersome belly. From her upward angle, Tamyana could see what might have been the biggest cleavage she ever laid eyes upon, the elf’s oversized melons being surging far in front of her soft body, even managing to obscure the obscene decadence of her overflowing gut from sight.

‘’Humff… is there some stairs or maybe a ladder nearby? I am too short to climb… ‘’ Asked the short plumper, out of breath and about to give up.

Tamyana's eyes wandered across the ridiculous cleavage, caught up in its intense jiggling for a short moment. Swallowing, she quickly dropped down into the concrete half tube and slid down a couple feet, moving with less agility than what she displayed previously.

Once Tamyana had established her balance, she came up to Nym and gently gave her fat bum a little smack, "Come on chubby, let's go. You're not getting up this ramp and I can't carry your butt up there. We got a walk ahead of us. Just try not to slide into the water. It's a few miles before we reach a filtration plant. We can get you to climb out there." She had tried to sound jovial, but it was obvious through her intonation that she was tired, and hurting. It was hard to get the frustration out of her voice. Nymeria being too fat to get up the river's bank was not something she had planned.