CRASH!
Yrel's armor just couldn't take it anymore, her big, fat gut utterly destroyed the torso section of her battleplate, shards of it's beautiful design sent chaotically flying all over the place as her big, blue belly flopped out with a wobble, it's enormity, softness, gelatinous nature, and incredibly deep bellybutton all now on full display, all Yrel could do was freeze up in embarrassment as a sweat drop trickled down her soft cheek.
With how truly massive her belly was, it was a miracle that the draenei managed to keep it contained within her Battlegear of Guiding Light for as long as she did. Weighing enough to sag down to the point it covered her crotch, It was the size of a beach ball, and just as bouncy, bobbing up and down with each step the overfed Exarch made. A far cry from the toned abs Yrel used to have, once hard as rocks and fit for battle, her stomach had become incredibly plush and fit for use as a pillow, with plentiful loves handles on the sides of it, the sphere of adipose was half the reason she had to ditch the chainmail part of her armor. It was a chore every day for her to put her belt on, having to fight a battle with her belly blubber before she could get it to clip, and even then, it always looked like it was just one wrong move, or a small snack, away from shattering into a million pieces, which it had a few days ago.
The chest section of her battleplate wasn't doing much better, it was woefully ill-equipped to handle the growth Yrel's breasts had seen, having well over doubled in size. Naturally, a huge increase in size meant a huge increase in jigglyness, the plush orbs now bouncing at every step in tandem with her titanic tummy. Her bra looked like it was about to snap any moment, it was barely able to contain the draenei's boobs, their flab almost spilling out of it.
But despite her armor-shattering gut and prodigious breasts' size, Yrel's lower half was not overshadowed by them, not at all. The other half of why she didn't wear her battlegear's chainmail anymore, her ass was truly massive, each cheek a huge, flabby sphere with absolutely zero tone to it, prone to jiggling with each step as a constant reminder to the draenei of out of shape she had become. With her incredibly meaty thighs, it had already blasted off the armor on her chubby hips, and what remained of her armor barely covered any of her bubble butt, only covering as much as her underwear did. Of course, the rest of her legs weren't exactly skinny either, coated with jiggling flab that made the paladin quite weaker, getting out of breath and red in the face after light jogging.
Yrel's face wasn't affected quite as badly as the rest of her, though it was starting to round out with calories, her cheeks had softened some and there was a slight double chin.
"This, um... wasn't how I was expecting my day to start." Looking down at her tummy, she gave it a poke and cringed at how deeply her finger sink into her blue flab. Grabbing the sides of her gut, feeling just how soft and squishy it was, the paladin lifted the large sphere up. "Where did all of this come from?"
Almost as if her mind couldn't believe she was seriously asking that, Yrel instantly remembered all the binging she had been doing lately, starting with the grand feast held to celebrate the defeat of the Iron Horde, and the Burning Legion being forced off Draenor for good. Yrel was far from the biggest person at the feast, but she was definitely the biggest eater there, just wolfing down everything in sight with no signs of even slowing down, no matter how bloated her belly got. it was quite the sight, especially to people familiar with Yrel's polite personality.
Such was the joy from a hard-fought victory, though her gluttony didn't end there, that was far from the only binge she remembered. In the lazy days following the end of the war, Yrel found herself, for the first in a long time, with nothing to do but just relax and munch on whatever she felt like eating, and she had no problem spending a lot of those days just eating all she could until she was left happily immobile by her massive, stuffed gut. Well, she had no problem with that until now.
"Oh, right, from that..." The exarch said with an embarrassed chuckle and smile as she let her gut flop back down to her crotch with a wobble.
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