There was an uncomfortable murmur around the table as the three regulars nervously shuffled their character sheets and fingered their dice.

"Dude." Barry whispered to the president of the roleplaying club, who was looking a little hot under the collar. "Dude! What the hell is going on?"

"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, I swear." Alan assured his co-members, shrinking under the withering glare of the beautiful blonde girl at the other end of the table.

"Having fun over there, nerds?" She growled at them, crossing her arms under her generous chest, the name of their school's football team stretched over her hefy bosom. The three felt like they had walked into some sort of strange dream, unable to believe the unlikely sight of the head cheerleader sitting at the end of their humble table.

"We're just getting ready!" Alan called delicately as the three huddled together.

"It had better be a good one!" Ethan began to sweat, a bad habit of his under pressure.

"This is Sarah Bailey, you know?" Barry hissed, his glasses starting to fog up as he tugged on the collar of his polo shirt. "THE Sarah Bailey? You know, the queen bee? The nerd-killer? We're not gonna make it out of this alive, man!"

"Want me to spell it out for you dateless geeks?" The sharp-eared cheerleader swept her long, carefully combed hair over her shoulder with a flick of her delicate wrist. "Why do you think I'm here?"

"You had a sudden epiphany and realised your love for tabletop gaming?" Ethan tried with forced humour. He was tall and skinny, but seemed small next to the petite yet fiery cheerleader.

"I lost a bet, loser." Sarah practically spat out every syllable through her made-up lips. "A little contest between Mandy and I, and the loser has to spend a day with the bottomfeeders of our society. In other words, you nerds. Don't worry, this is a lot more painful for you than for me."

"It's alright, we understand." Alan perhaps unwisely attempted to offer peace. He was moderately handsome and well-built, the most likely of the three to have achieved normal success in life had he not fiercely stuck to his ideals of not being ashamed of one's hobbies, founding the roleplaying club and dooming himself to a dateless high school life. It was largely his confident and social competency that saved his nerdy partners from further abuse, and they were relying on him here to communicate with this beast that came from a world they could never imagine.

"Oh, really." Sarah sat down, and already had her face resting in her hand atop a propped up elbow.

"You should never look down on something until you've tried it. You might find you actually like it!" Alan said optimistically, Sarah having little of it. He kept a straight face, persevering. The other two seemed like they would rather give her an excuse to leave, but he was happy to let their trio become a quartet. The more the merrier, he always said. Worst case scenario, he could minimise the fallout from this little adventure.

"Well, let's get started." Alan said, and the others uncomfortably took their seats.

"You want me to turn out the lights and get the candles?" Sarah said sarcastically, Alan handing her some character sheets unperturbed.

"We've got a few characters pre-built that you can use, we're starting a new campaign today with fresh characters. Don't worry about the class, our group is solid enough that you can pick whoever you want. I'm a human wizard." Alan explained.

"I'm an Orc barbarian." Ethan awkwardly said.

"I'm a half-elf cleric!" Barry decided to take the initiative and faced his character sheet towards Sarah. This proved immediately to be a bad move.

"You're playing a girl? Gross." Sarah's lip curled in distaste, and Barry slid back in shame. Sarah sorted through the pre-built characters, looking disapprovingly at most of them.

"This one seems the least awful." She declared, showing that she had predictably selected the female elven ranger.

"Alright, let's get started." Alan said, pulling up his DM's screen. He decided to start with a simple campaign, figuring that even with Sarah's popular social standing, she had to at least understand the very basics of roleplaying.

"You are a group of new adventurers, eager for gold and glory." Alan began to narrate, Sarah already looking disinterested. "You have just arrived at the border town of Erowich, finding it to be a good place to find new opportunities. What will you do?"

Sarah was about to pull out her phone when she realised that the group had their eyes on their newest player.

"What are you looking at me for? You do whatever you want." She said, reluctantly putting it away. She already looked out of place, her deeply tanned skin clashing with the pale men around her.

"This is your first time, so we're going to let you be the leader of the party." Alan said. Barry seemed less than keen, but they had collectively agreed that if they ever got a new member, they would do their best to accomodate them. The fact that their latest member was a bitchy cheerleader was of no consequence to their moral code.

"Ugh, fine." Sarah gave in. "Let's just go to the stupid tavern already. That's like, adventurer 101."

"You enter the dimly lit tavern. It's frequented mostly by the locals, with few shady sorts in its welcoming halls. The bartender is polishing a mug, and the locals are complaining about regional woes. What will you do?"

"Hey, that's supposed to be for all of us." Ethan complained as Sarah poured herself an extra-large glass of Mountain Dew, breaking open a bag of Doritos.

"You can consider it my fee for putting up with this, nerd." Sarah said smugly, taking a showy bite of her first chip. "I need to stay awake somehow, you know."

"What will you do?" Alan said more forcefully, and Sarah once again groaned.

"How am I supposed to know? What are my options?" Sarah complained.

"That's up to you."

"What do you mean, up to me? You're the guy in charge! You're supposed to be telling me what I can do! " She said angrily, and Alan began to realise that there was a fundamental misunderstanding going on.

"Role-playing isn't like a video game, Sarah." Going on a first-name basis looked to be a mistake, as she looked like he hadn't earned the right to speak her name, but he persisted. "You can do whatever you want, even if it's something I haven't planned."

"Okay, I get it." Sarah's expression briefly showed an admission of guilt, quickly replaced by her usual glare. "I go to the bartender and tell him to tell me what quests there are."

"You need to do it in-character too!" Barry added, getting another death stare.

"And how am I supposed to pretend that I'm some elf, exactly?"

"Just pick whatever personality you want, and try to play it from their perspective." Ethan offered. Sarah thought about it for a moment, then decided.

"Alright, I know what my character is supposed to be." She said irritably. "I'm an elf princess, stuck with a bunch of sweaty no-name losers and I don't want to be here. How's that?"

"That's pretty good." Ethan nodded his head. "That could be a good party dynamic, my orc hates nobles."

Sarah looked tripped up by how they seemed to be taking her insult in stride, then decided to beat them at their own game.

"I go up to the bartender and tell him that if he doesn't give me the best job he's got, I'll gut him like a fish." Sarah said eagerly, Alan making a note to remember to change her character's alignment from lawful good to chaotic neutral...

--

"You arrow strikes true, slaying the serpent as it succumbs to its wounds." Alan said as Sarah's roll came back positive.

"We'll loot it, then set up camp. I'm out of spells after that." Barry said, and Alan checked his watch, deciding that this was a good stopping point.

"Okay, we'll stop here for today." He said, folding his screen. The others began to pack up, but Sarah looked indignant for some reason.

"That's it?" She asked as if they were stupid.

"What do you mean?" Alan asked.

"The game's not over, idiots! We're only halfway through the dungeon! We haven't even found out what that stupid wizard wants!" Sarah complained, brushing several empty chip packets away from her.

"Actually, we've only just started the campaign." Ethan said nervously. "These are supposed to go on for multiple games, you know? It's like a save point."

"Great. I put all this effort into playing your dumb game, and we just end there." Sarah crossed her arms grumpily. "Real great use of my time!"

The others met eyes, the men exchanging information wordlessly, coming to a collective agreement. This was not the reaction they had expected. Sarah had complained a lot, but played rather viciously and surprisingly in-character. She had quickly gotten to the bottom of a two-litre bottle of Mountain Dew and devoured enough snacks in the first hour, but despite threatening to leave when they ran out, ended up staying the whole time. This was, despite all expectations, a positive reaction from their resident queen bee.

"Well, if you really want to know..." Barry said, a hint of smugness creeping into his voice. "You could always come back next time and pick up where you left off."

"I am not spending another minute with you nerds in your cave." Sarah declared, turning up her nose at them, then bringing it back down. "But..."

"But?" Alan leaned in.

"To make this less of a waste, you should tell me what was going to happen." Sarah said. She kept creeping peeks at Alan, who let out an easy-going smile.

"I'm sorry, but that wouldn't be fair to the others." he said innocently enough. "If you want to know how it ends, you'll have to play again."

"What? That is such a waste." Sarah said, intending to sound repulsed, but her obvious disappointment betrayed her.

"We're sorry if little miss popular is too busy for our nerdy game!" Barry said, Alan cringing as he wished he knew when to shut up. He was making progress, and this idiot was going to make her declare that they were a bunch of assholes and leave forever!

"It will be pretty difficult to go on without you." Alan stepped in as smoothly as he could. "This campaign is built for three players, after all. Those two would definitely be helpless without you."

Sarah stood in silence, brushing the hem of her cheerleading skirt, tugging at it with her fingers as she tried to keep a straight face.

"Three more bags." She eventually said.

"What?"

"I said three more bags of those! And two more bottles of Coke! That's my fee!" Sarah sounded like a queen delegating to her subjects, pointing at the empty snack containers littering the next. "I can force myself through one more game if I have those."

With that, Sarah turned on her heel and left, leaving three befuddled nerds in her wake.

"Dude." Barry said, turning to the others. "Did that just happen?"

"I think we might finally be expanding, guys." Alan said, his grin broadening.

"No way, dude. No way this is gonna happen. The queen bitch just has some evil plan, I can feel it." Ethan insisted. "She's gonna bring some meatheads along or something next time."

"But she was good." Alan pointed out. "She was really getting into it there."

"You're crazy, dude." Barry adjusted his glasses, the short, stocky nerd the most stereotypical of them all. "No way a girl is joining our club. And not THAT girl. It's not happening."

--

"And then I tell him that the only thing I hate more than a pig is a fat pig like him! There will be no negotiations!" Sarah stuffed a handful of corn chips into her mouth with one hand, rolling the dice for her intimidation check with the other. Usually they left it for Alan to handle the dice rolls, but Sarah had insisted on doing it for herself, and they had no choice but to obey.

"Sixteen. You successfully intimidate the mayor." Alan said, Barry and Ethan breathing a sigh of relief. If the mayor failed to fall for it, they would have had to fight the entire town guard and their party that had survived almost two campaigns would likely be slaughtered.

"The mayor grovels before you, begging for forgiveness." Alan narrated.

"Damn right he does." Sarah's searching hand found that her bag was empty, and within seconds she had torn open another one, the old wrapper joining the pile with the others that had fallen before their queen's appetite. In hindsight, the three men regretted each assuming that they would be the ones to bring the snacks for Sarah's second session, resulting in a veritable mountain of snacks and soft drinks. Sarah, showing her ruthless bartering skills well ahead of when the campaign demanded them, had taken advantage of this and decided that this would be the standard from now on, single-handedly demolishing the snacks with a voracious appetite that the others had underestimated.

"Don't be so reckless next time, that could have gone really badly!" Barry whined, sipping the only glass of Coke he was likely to get while Sarah's bottomless stomach was around.

"You nerds have no guts." Sarah lazily reclined in her chair, her bloated gut brushing against the table for a moment. "No way were we going to get a good deal with a guy like that. I am not getting thrown in a dungeon again!"

"Playing with Sarah's character is going to give me a heart attack." Ethan said, his supposedly brave orc barbarian turning out to be the whipping boy of the elf princess Sarah commanded. "I keep telling myself I'm ready for this, and I'm not!"

"Fine, I'll play somebody nicer next time, you big baby." Sarah sighed. "Chaotic evil is fun, but I could probably use a change."

Alan still couldn't believe that Sarah hadn't just stuck around, but she was considering moving on from her first character.

"Maybe a dwarven warrior?" Sarah mused. "You guys can tell me what it's like to have facial hair and I'll roleplay that."

"Dwarves are boring." Barry argued. "That archetype is totally overdone."

"If I want to play a dwarf, I am going to damn well play a dwarf." Sarah's domineering spirit rolled all over Barry. "No sweaty geek like you is not gonna stop me. Don't make me make Brad stuff you in your locker."

While Sarah's insults had barely slowed down, the edge had been taken off of them. It was almost a term of endearment, sort of. Sarah seemed to have acknowledged the absurdity of a popular girl like her hanging out with the roleplaying club, and had embraced her role as a stereotypical queen bee, showing a surprising amount of self-awareness. Sarah had softened, quite literally as Alan was starting to notice. That cheerleading uniform was starting to look pretty tight, and Sarah was looking a bit rounded around the edges. That sharp chin, so perfectly sculpted for looking down on lowly nerds, was starting to look a little soft. She was spending more and more time in a darkened room playing games and eating snacks, and Alan had overheard gossip that she had been skipping cheerleading practice.

"Okay, let's get back on track." Alan pulled in. "The mayor begs for forgiveness, and offers to tell you the location as long as you don't expose him..."

--

"Hey guys." Sarah waved casually as she entered the room, the others returning the wave as they began to unpack their supplies. "I know I'm early, but can we start soon? I finally got my new character written up."

Sarah was acting casual, but there was a certain air of uneasiness as the three quickly identified what was wrong. Sarah wasn't wearing her cheerleading uniform for once, now wearing a pair of casual jeans and a sweater. She looked... normal. Too normal. The only times they had ever seen her dress casually she was the peak of fashion, now she looked like she had just thrown on the first thing she pulled out of her wardrobe. But that wasn't the biggest thing out of place: Sarah wasn't supposed to be here at all.

"Uh, don't you have cheerleading practice today?" Alan pointed out, trying to keep his tone casual.

"I quit." Sarah said flatly, and the room grew painfully silent.

"You what!?" Barry finally broke the silence after it fully sunk in, and Sarah gave a deep sigh and shot a tired look at him.

"Yeah, I quit! Big deal! You nerds overreact to everything." She said unenthusiastically, sounding frustrated.

"Yeah, but... why?" Ethan couldn't stop himself from looking slack-jawed, as if he had been shell-shocked and hadn't come back down to earth just yet.

"The club wanted more practice, I didn't. I got sick of it, so I quit. Simple as that." Sarah explained, but her tone of voice showed that it clearly wasn't that simple. Alan could quite clearly tell what had happened. Sarah's total disinterest in cheerleading was common knowledge, as was the growing tensions between her and her social circle. To make matters worse, her sweater couldn't hide the effects that months of gaming and snacking had had on her body. Her hips were too wide, her butt too large and soft, her thighs starting to rub together with each step. Her turtle-necked sweater may have hidden her paunching belly and somewhat obscured her burgeoning boobs, but the high neck slightly pushed up and emphasised her otherwise barely noticeable second chin, her cheeks turned wide and chubby. This was not the body of a cheerleader anymore, and her attempts to pretend that she still fit into her uniform served little more than to embarrass her as her belly poked out of the bottom of her shirt.

"I'm sorry." Alan said gently.

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry that you've probably lost your friends over this." Alan tried to console her, but Sarah just gave a short, barking laugh at his concern.

"Friends? Please, I was never friends with those bitches." Sarah laughed spitefully. "They all just band together because they think they're too good for everybody else, and nobody else can stand them. Nobody in the cheerleading club are real friends, particularly not with me. You think they want to talk to somebody who spends their time hanging out with a bunch of pathetic sweaty dice-obsessed nerds? And you think they think I'm any better than you losers?"

Sarah's voice reached a crescendo, almost yelling bitterly by the end. The room fell silent once again, and Sarah stamped over to the table, slammed her bag down, and pulled out a gigantic bottle of Coke, opening it up and taking a hearty draught straight from the bottle.

"Okay, let's get started!" She said, pulling off her sweater, exposing her tight t-shirt that clung nicely to her curves, rippling slightly as it bent around her muffin top. You could see the indent of the growing twin folds of her belly, and her breasts, now starting to rival small melons in size and shape, sagged slightly but strangely appealingly. She seemed to have not bothered with more than minimal makeup today, and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. Alan had seen her as conventionally attractive in her full cheerleader regalia before, but had never found her particularly appealing before. Now, with her chubby chin and bulging pot belly, Alan was starting to see the appeal of Sarah. For some reason her features seemed prettier now that her face was a little wider.

"Lesmera Torban, Dwarven war-priest! A fresh start for a fresh campaign!" Sarah declared, popping open a fresh bag of corn chips. The three were settling into their positions when Sarah reached into her bag and pulled out a small case, taking out and putting on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. For some reason, the three men were more shocked by this than anything else.

"What? You nerds never seen a pair of glasses before?" Sarah's bespectacled glare forced them to stop gaping.

"Well, I, uh, didn't know you wore glasses." Barry said, nervously adjusting his own.

"Well now you do." Sarah said flatly, with a slight blush. "I only wore contacts because of cheerleading, and they suck. Those stupid things take forever to get in with my nails, so get used to the glasses."

"They look good on you!" Alan said, and Sarah immediately hid her head behind her character sheet. This new campaign was looking good already.

--

"Speech check passed. You successfully convince the shopkeeper that your armour should cost half as much due to dwarves being half as tall."

"You couldn't have tried to make him give us all a discount?" Ethan protested.

"Every man for himself, Ethie." Sarah's smugness radiated across the table as she unwrapped a Kit-Kat bar. "Should've played that halfling cutie like I told you to."

"And I told you that I'm not crossplaying." Ethan sulked, calculating how much it would cost to outfit his minotaur fighter.

"Oh come on, it'll be adorable. You know you want to be the little girl." Sarah readjusted her big ass, spilling out over the sides of the inadequate chair. Her belly was contained under the table, but her chest had grown to the point that it was now nestled on the tabletop, tapping her character sheet underneath the twin mounds that gently rose and fell, occasionally jiggling as she greedily shoved more nachos down her gullet. Barry protectively pulled his bag of potato chips closer to his end of the table, knowing that Sarah was terrible at leaning forward. "Alan, how much does that come to?"

Sarah munched away as Alan read out the equipment costs, crumbs falling onto her t-shirt where a brightly coloured mecha was stretched to the point of distortion. It was from some anime that Sarah kept telling him to watch, Alan recalled. There was an unspoken agreement amongst the group to not ask her about whatever show was on her shirt, as the last three times somebody had innocently questioned her she had burst into a passionate explanation of how great the show was, followed shortly by derailing their roleplaying session into a viewing party. Not that Alan minded having Sarah lounging across the sofa next to him with a bucket of popcorn.

She had a surprisingly large collection of novelty t-shirts that only seemed to be growing larger like her body as she continually outgrew them. This one was reaching its upper limit, as Sarah needed to keep tugging on the bottom of it to cover her jiggly pale flesh, while the seams of the sleeves threatened to burst from her flabby biceps. Sarah seemed to have given up on all physical exercise after quitting the cheerleading club, and her bronze skin had eventually paled into that of somebody who's idea of a grand day out was going to the supermarket to buy snacks before staying home all weekend playing video games. Her eating habits only seemed to have grown greedier as she saw no reason to even attempt to maintain her figure, and by the end of the semester she had become nothing short of a genuine fatty.

Surprisingly, even as her gut hung loose and her once sharp featured bloated into a second chin an inch long, Sarah seemed to show no less confidence in herself, shrugging off any mockery with nary a glance at her accusers. She began to dress less fashionably and more comfortably, wearing her t-shirts that displayed her niche hobbies with pride. When asked why she just put up with it, she answered that she placed no value in their opinions to begin with, let alone their insults. 

And so the end of the semester came, and the roleplaying club met regularly, Sarah reaching the height of laziness in her personal presentation. She was wearing comfortable sweatpants, and hadn't bothered to apply makeup in weeks. Her hair was messy, and she had surprised the group with a shiny new pair of braces. She had always wanted to correct her teeth, she had explained, but never found the right timing with her cheerleader image to maintain. Better late than never, she had laughed at the time.

"Hang on, let me just write this down." Sarah muttered, trying unsuccessfully to pull her breasts off of her character sheets, her heavy chest dragging the paper off the table entirely.

"Ah!" Sarah exclaimed as she fumbled for the flying papers, forced to get down on her hands and knees to scramble for it as it glided under the table.

"You need a hand?" Alan offered, peeking under the table as she crawled under.

"I'm just doing a little spelunking, don't send a search party." She called back, turning herself around and giving him a good look at her frankly gigantic ass, her sweatpants pulled down just far enough to show off some of the jiggly flesh contained within. Each cheek seemed to be twice, maybe three times as long as when she had been a slender cheerleader, wobbling with each little movement. Sarah grunted, noticeably exerting herself to pull herself back to her feet, tugging her shirt back down to cover her drooping gut.

"Okay, back to work." Sarah said, dropping herself heavily onto her chair. Unfortunately for her, her habit of simply falling onto her chair might have flown when she was the better part of two hundred pounds lighter, but the strain of her gigantic, pillowy butt repeatedly slamming into a chair that was already too small for it was just too much for the cheap furniture. There was a horrible groaning for a moment, and just enough time for a curious look downwards on Sarah's face before the chair's legs shattered with a mighty crash, sending the sitter down to the floor with a whack and a girly shriek.

The others wordlessly boggled at Sarah, somehow still upright on the floor. They watched as her expression rapidly fluctuated, going from surprised to embarrassed to angry to looking like she was about to cry in a mere few seconds.

"I'm so sorry your stupid chair was you need to buy better this isn't my fault-" Sarah babbled out a stream of barely comprehensible words before going dead silent. She slowly pulled herself to her feet with a blank, totally neutral expression on her face, brushing herself off.

"I'm gonna go get refills." Sarah said flatly, waddling out of the room, not even caring that the three were getting a good look at the crack of her quaking ass, her shirt half pulled up and her sweatpants barely pulled up.

--

The others glared at him, as if if they stared at him long enough he would be dragged down to the hells themselves.

"So, uh, you heard about it?" Alan said bashfully with an innocent smile.

"Traitor." Barry hissed, Ethan glowering at him. "You're a disgrace to this club! We ought to throw you out!"

"Come on guys, it's not that bad." He attempted to placate them with little effect.

"You've broken a fundamental rule of this club!" Ethan spat. "And even worse, you broke it before we did!"

"It's not fair that you got a girlfriend before I did!" Barry whined. "With a real girl!"

"Come on guys, it's Sarah we're talking about!" Alan defended. "She's one of us!"

"She's still a girl! And she used to be popular!" Ethan said, the two nodding definitively.

"Ethan, I thought you said you wanted a cute Asian girlfriend with nothing bigger than a B-cup." Alan frowned at his friends. "And you, you said you wanted a redhead with big boobs and an hourglass figure!"

"Have you seen how big Sarah's boobs are?" Barry exclaimed. "Okay, so it's because she's so fat, but still! You could probably get her to dye her hair!"

"If you guys don't want her, then you don't get to complain." Alan said, brushing the two aside.

"Just because you're into fat chicks doesn't mean it doesn't count! If anything, it's an advantage!" Ethan continued to complain. Barry didn't seem to be letting up either.

"Yeah, but come on! She's-"

The argument was interrupted by the door swinging open, the light from the outside mostly obstructed by the bulky figure outside.

"What're you idiots arguing over? Your waifus? Just so you know, they all belong in the trash." Sarah spoke down to them as she waddled in, hips jiggling with each heavy step as she held two heavy shopping bags filled with soda and snacks on each side. Sarah had only gotten fatter as the summer went on, Alan able to watch her gut slowly expand as she stuffed it with fast food and soda, her second chin steadily consuming what was left of her neck. Every day she seemed to show no shame whatsoever in showing up with three pizzas and having two and a half of them for herself, graciously leaving the rest for him. Even holding her hand felt soft, to say nothing of her plush, jiggly arms. One of the most valuable things Alan had learned this summer was that Sarah liked having her muffin top squeezed, and it would be information he treasured for the rest of his life.

"Nothing, we weren't talking about anything!" Ethan stammered, Sarah rolling her eyes and walking right past him and up to giving Alan a quick kiss, having to lean past her own bulky gut to reach, her breasts squashing against his chest. Alan winked at his friends as they stared daggers at him, Ethan already plotting ways to sabotage his campaign. Barry on the other hand had a better idea.

"Move over, Alan." Barry announced, snatching the DM's screen away from him. "You aren't DMing today."

"What, you sure?" Alan asked. "I was planning on running this new campaign."

"I'm sure. We need to mix things up anyway." Barry insisted, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I don't trust you with HER."

All of Alan's possible objections were immediately shut down as one of the universal laws of roleplaying was invoked: the dungeonmaster bringing his girlfriend to the table never ended well. He couldn't complain, even if he was sure he would be free of bias.

"Okay, fine. I don't have a character ready, though."

"Oh, is that so? My, what a coincidence." Sarah said ever so innocently, producing a rather densely written sheet of paper and handing it to Alan. She struck a tee-hee pose, her head tilting enough for her second chin to squash against her shoulder in a way that Alan found adorable. "I just so happen to have a backup on me that you can use."

Alan quickly scanned the sheet. Halfling cleric girl. Almost combat abilities, all of her points had been put into support.

"This already has a backstory and personality written up." Alan pointed out, reading the flavour text. Likes to ride on the shoulder of her half-orc barbarian friend, he noted with a raised eyebrow. What a coincidence that this would be the character Sarah happened to be playing at the moment, brought in during a campaign where Ethan's character had been taking a beating and was not likely to survive for much longer.

"No need to thank me." Sarah said smugly, reaching under her shirt. Alan could see her hand snake between the two heavy rolls of her belly, scratching the usually hidden flesh sandwiched between. She was fortunately still standing, allowing Alan to discreetly move her chair a little closer to his. Once Sarah settled into her chair, she tended to not like standing up unless absolutely necessary.

--

"Natural twenty." Barry grimaced at Alan's fortune. "You narrowly avoid being crushed by the rocks, but you still have to deal with the pack of wolves."

"This dungeon is a freaking deathtrap. Do you hate us or something?" Sarah complained, angrily munching on a handful of corn chips, having not quite clued in on why the last hour of the campaign had been a series of near-death experiences for Alan's character. There was nothing short of active spite for Alan's cute little halfling, and Ethan's character was not exactly helping.

"Hey, the old man in town warned you." Barry reclined with mirth, Sarah looking unamused. She leaned forward to take her dice, finding that they were just out of reach and that her body was fighting against her. Sarah's replacement chair was a bit higher than her old one, resulting in an entirely different problem for her. Her breasts were too high to rest of the table, and instead the table was perfectly level with the middle of her belly. Rather than pick one way or the other, the table was sandwiched between the top and bottom folds of her gut, the breadth of her belly being several feet long and being more than enough to make it look like her belly was eating the table. This also made it difficult for her to lean forward, and Alan let her struggle for a moment before easily leaning in to return her dice.

"I check the area for any mmmmore traps." Sarah let out a brief gasp of obvious pleasure as Alan's hand made its way under the table and began to rub the sensitive patch under her big fat gut. She blushed as he stroked her thighs, and Alan smirked at the other two and their expressions. If they were going to fight over him over this, he was going to fight back. The two were distinctly unamused by Sarah's occasional giggles as Alan's expert hands squeezed and molded her fat, her stretched sweatpants making for easy grasp of her tender flesh.

"Come on, not here!" Sarah giggled at Alan as he became particularly forceful and his hand went up her shirt to the underside of her breast, the others gnashing their teeth at him.

"You know, this place really reminds me of that movie we watched last night." Alan took the opportunity to say as Barry made an easily exploitable error in his description of the area they were in, and Sarah's eyes lit up.

"I know, right? We really need to watch the sequel, it's way better than the first." Sarah rushed out. "The first movie is just okay, but you need to watch it for context, it's like it exists just to justify the sequel, you know? We're definitely, definitely watching it tonight at my place, okay?"

"Oh, you know what?" Barry said, flipping over his DM's screen. "Something just came up, something really important, we're going to have to end it here today!"

Barry stood up, grabbing Ethan as he stamped out. "You're coming too. The lovebirds can do whatever they want!"

The door slammed shut as a rapidly apologising Ethan was dragged out, leaving the two alone in Alan's house.

"The hell is up with those two?" Sarah muttered, draining the remainder of her glass. "Those nerds are acting weird. Like, even weirder than usual."

"Beats me." Alan made a mental note to patch this up later. The last thing he needed was this circle falling apart due to relationship drama. Maybe he could try to get Sarah to introduce that friend of hers that was into cosplay to Barry. "Maybe the t-shirt was a little too on the nose?"

"What? It's hilarious. Get better friends." Sarah tugged the hem of her shirt down so that the overstretched words "FAKE GEEK GIRL" stood out loud and proud. She sighed, rooting around in her empty bag of corn chips for any that might have escaped the grasp of her chubby fingers. "Well, Ethan was supposed to be my ride home, and I'm sure as hell not walking home. I've had more than enough cardio for one day. Netflix and chill?"

"Netflix and chill." Alan agreed, helping his cute girlfriend out of her seat with an even cuter grunt, Sarah leaning against him as they made their way to the sofa. He sat down, Sarah laying across his lap, Alan feeling himself sink noticeably deeper into the sofa.

"I'm not going to be able to go get the pizza when it arrives with you like that." He pointed out.

"That's your problem, not mine." Sarah wriggled up even further, pinning him down into the sofa. It looked like it was going to be a good day after all.