Transcript Start<br /><br />"Those men&#8230;what are they doing here&#8230;"<br /><br />Yelan hadn't realized the scope of the sinister operation taking place so close to the heart of her home within the center of commerce and trade that was Liyue Harbor. It almost made her break cover from the nausea running through her head at the thought that she had allowed something like this to slip through her fingers, cooling her nerves with a sip of a strange, but highly addicting neon green drink&#8230;<br /><br />Unlike the previous incidents stemming from the Fatui's machinations, it seemed there was no one else capable enough to hold the lines and keep the country secure now that the famed Traveler had already left the region on their never ending quest to seek out that missing relative of theirs. Something the restless forces conspiring against Liyue had no doubt taken advantage of from the troubling signs playing out before a concerned Yelan as her calm, calculating exterior continues to lurk amongst the influential folk in the pub, more than aware that some of them had gotten nice and cozy off the backs of others.<br /><br />Except these resplendent looks didn't quite fit the mugs of the two people occupying a cubicle at the back for she knew who they were; scum from the international crime syndicate known as the Treasure Hoarders. She had arrested the portly fellow and his spindly accomplice a few weeks ago&#8230;yet here they were, drinking merrily as if nothing was wrong&#8230;wasting no time in getting their hands dirty once more after slipping free somehow as they mingled amongst other criminal personalities.<br /><br />'I swear&#8230;I'm gonna have to knock the fear of the Archons back into their sorry skulls once the informant gets here&#8230;'<br /><br />Taking another sip of her fruity drink with narrowed eyes focused on the men, Yelan doesn't quite notice the way her formerly toned tummy had been steadily gaining slovenly heft over the past few minutes with each steady gulp of the enticing drink, using it to soothe the nerves that just couldn&#8217;t seem to die down ever since she had set foot in this sequestered establishment for the wealthy. With every drink from the flask dulling her senses just a smidge more&#8230;<br /><br />But it wasn't just her tight figure and mental capacity that was being laid to waste as more of the evidently corrupt fluid courses through her system. With a hefty belly pushing against the front of her dress while underarm flab jiggles with the slightest movement, Yelan soon struggles to keep her legs folded as muscle cramps magically induced by slothful lethargy make it incredibly hard to do so, no longer able to keep the formerly well maintained legs in the preferred way she liked to sit as drumsticks move apart, snapping the leg of her high heels upon her massively increased body weight being forced upon them as she brings the cold glass up to her lips for more, not realizing the sneaky bartender had poured her another serving with a sneer on his face, watching the ruination of the beauty before his eyes as sagging breasts lose their heft and youthful perkiness, becoming milk laden double D's that threaten to give her growing audience a good show of swollen nipples and dull areola atop creamy melons once the straps of her dress could no longer hold their weight.<br /><br />'W-What's with this&#8230;warmth? C-Can't focus with all this&#8230;itchiness&#8230;'<br /><br />Rubbing her forehead with a sweaty palm, Yelan slouches over the counter, resting heaving tits over the counter in unseemly fashion while the folds of her stomach pile neatly into an oblong core, forcing a creak out of the tortured chair she sits on once her sleek ass bloats outward into bubbly cushions, experiencing a sudden growth spurt as it's sturdy contours give way, connecting to heavy thighs to a point where one couldn't quite tell where her ass ended and where her legs began. Damning Yelan as her youthful hourglass fades into that of a well fed sow&#8230;panting all the while as the negatives of being overweight alongside the subtle vanishing of her Vision sets into her polluted form. Struggling to comprehend the degrading situation as the hubbub around the pub slowly focuses in on the plump, bourgeois lady wrapped up in a woefully small dress like a dumpling in the middle of a bunch of nefarious folk, reaching out for the bartender whose treacher she remained clueless to&#8230;<br /><br />"B-Bartender&#8230;I need-UGH!!!"<br /><br />Without the fearsome power of her Vision and athletic form, Yelan was left an ordinary woman. Helpless to resist when rough hands fall over her body without hesitation, pulling her backward as she collapses onto her back, inadvertently exposing painfully small panties sinking into the warm folds between her thighs and sending her weapon tumbling away, unable to fight back as perverse hands run over her, pulling, squeezing and kneading her pudgy body while mocking voices made fun of her tarnished and overly sensitive body. Realizing too late that this was more than just Treasure Hoarder trickery as the crowd begins to vanish before the symbols of the Abyss begin to manifest all around the imperiled intelligence officer, dancing in the air like fireflies before one of their kind appears in the blink of an eye. Tall, imposing. Carrying itself with a mocking air of nobility while starlit skin burns bright beneath sky blue apparel of foreign design&#8230;she had never seen a monster of the Abyss like this before.<br /><br />Ultimately, it mattered little for she would have no time to resist or utter a word of defiance before it raises a clawed hand, sending her falling through the floor and into some sort of dizzying tunnel through the weave of reality, hurtling kilometers without stopping as wild wind whips at her face, blinding the weakened Liyue warrioress to the fact that a matte smooth texture was beginning to spread all over her body while similar details manifests elsewhere, losing fantastical design for practicality and dreary realism, discarding luscious hair as it becomes an artificial add-on like the abundant makeup that cakes her porky face and body, conforming to a new reality that claims it's newest victim with glee, replacing Yelan's expensive dress for a highly erotic thong bikini that bites into the plump folds of a well oiled vagina that loosens drastically while perky nipples hide away perfectly behind the latex straps chafing her portly form. All while slant, oriental eyes roll up to white as her brain tingles and spasms with intoxicating energy, screaming out in defiance at the invisible force deleting every single unnecessary bit of information that would not matter to the new life that awaited her as everything and everyone Yelan knew, even her name, becomes a foggy dream&#8230;a faux existence she knew and cared little for&#8230;after all, it was just simple fiction, nothing more&#8230;<br /><br />&#8220;W&#466;...... W&#466; z&#283;nmeli&#462;o...... W&#466; de t&#243;u...... G&#257;is&#464; de ji&#462;f&#462; m&#233;i d&#224;i du&#236;...&#8221;<br />(W-What am I&#8230;ow&#8230;my head&#8230;damn wig's not on right&#8230;)<br /><br />Slowly rousing from her brief faint, Yi Wen moves to readjust the wig on her head before settling back into the chair in the middle of her darkened studio, making sure her body was on display as she begins to stroke poses for the high grade camera in front of her, ogling it with seductive eyes and wanton poses just like she did her boyfriend whenever the time came for their nightly rutting sessions, the thought of which causes a guttural 'Ahn~' to leak out of plump lips as her damp folds react in turn, spasming in need to give her little clitty a good rub as the rubbery thong digs deeper into that vulgar hole of hers.<br /><br />A cam girl, a shameless whore who made money off of the lewds she sold online of her bodacious form dressed in sexual mockeries of video game characters to her many adoring fans. Yi Wen could no longer remember a time where she crept across a vast country, keeping it safe from threats both within and beyond. Nor could she ever think of compiling critical information and vital lists for a government body&#8230;hell, she could barely even do basic math&#8230;but if someone asked her to give any form of sexual ministrations&#8230;she would be more than happy to oblige, as long as they had the dough to afford any of her holes of course. Only her boyfriend got to use her for free after all.<br /><br />And as Yi Wen falls blissfully into a new life of decrepit morals and endless euphoria in a world where her former existence was simply text on a piece of paper. 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