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WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Cordelia (Fire Emblem) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)

Forced by her allies to take things easy for a while, Cordelia the perfectionist allows herself to give into some small indulgences. However, her burgeoning appetite and weakening manners gradually turn the once proud Pegasus Knight into a slobby woman only concerned about spurting gas from her flabby body and getting her next meal.

This is a preview of an upcoming story.

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           A loud clink in Cordelia’s ears awoke her from her sleep. Rising from her bed, the woman with long, red hair instinctively reached for her spear. She was stopped as all she could find was a half-empty pitcher of water on a nightstand. Clutching the container as a makeshift weapon, she narrowed her eyes as she tried to prepare herself for whoever had dared to enter her bedroom.

           Cordelia’s intense focus weakened upon realizing that she wasn’t in her room. Instead, she was seated in the infirmary. Looking down at the bed, she spotted a set of white blankets covering up her body. Pushing the sheets aside let her see that her armor had been replaced with a simple tunic and pants. More concerning were the bandages currently wrapped around her right leg..

           Trying to leave the bed struck Cordelia with sharp pain. Even still, she pushed through to get her feet to touch the ground. Grasping onto the wall, she began the arduous task of moving towards the door. “I… need to know what happened to my allies,” she said to motivate herself through each painful step.

           The red-haired woman only got a few feet away from her bed before the door opened up. Any worries about a potential attacker were dissuaded by a familiar head of white hair, alongside a black and purple robe. While she was relieved to see Robin, she had no boops of rushing back to the bed before he saw her ill-advised escape attempt. 

           “While I am glad to see you wake after the battle,” the tactician said as he approached, taking in hand the weaponized water pitcher, “you really shouldn’t be trying to move with that injury.”

           “What happened?” Cordelia asked, relying on allowing Robin to take her hand. “How is everyone else?”

           “The others are doing fine,” Robin replied as he sat her back down on the bed. “All thanks to you, we managed to break through the defenses and win. You should be proud.”

           “I don’t feel proud,” Cordelia said, wincing as a twitch of her leg sent a wave of pain through her. “I need to do better. Once I can move on my own, I’ll have to train harder.”

           “That will be for much later,” Robin insisted. “It may be a few months before you’re fully healed. For now, take this as a long overdue vacation.”

           “A vacation?” Cordelia asked.

           “Or at the very least, a chance for your body to relax,” Robin answered. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small pouch. “For instance, it might do you some good to eat something solid.”

           Accepting the bag, Cordelia pulled open the string to look inside. Her head tilted back as she got a whiff of something strong and meaty. Peeking inside, she was met with a bundle of jerky that looked about ready to burst through the fabric. Getting over the initial impact of the smoked meat’s smell, she was able to appreciate its allure thanks to a hungry growl from her stomach.

           “It’s a gift,” Robin spoke up, answering Cordelia’s unspoken question. “The people of a nearby village wanted to thank us for our help. We have a lot more in storage so feel free to eat as much as you like.”

           “I appreciate the gesture,” Cordelia replied, placing the sack on a bedside table, “but I will have to pass for now. I’ve been sedentary for far too long. If I end up overeating on fatty foods, my abilities will only continue to degrade.”

           Robin let out an exasperated sigh; very aware of the Pegasus Knight’s sense of perfection. “It will also get worse if you don’t eat anything,” he said as he made his way towards the door. “But if you want something lighter, the staff will be passing by soon. Just let them know what you want. And remember to take it easy. It’s the only way you’re going to get better.”

           “Understood,” Cordelia said with a salute, doing just enough to convince the tactician to take his leave.

           Left by herself once more, Cordelia realized that she didn’t have much to occupy herself with. At any other time, this would be her chance to either repair her equipment, tend to her pegasus, or do further training. Stuck in a bed with none of her usual busy work available, all she had left was to look up towards the ceiling and try to contend with how she would actually spend this forced vacation time.

           Cordelia’s staring contest with the chandelier lighting the room was interrupted by a hungry growl from her stomach. Tilting her head back down, her gaze fell upon the bag of jerky. Despite her earlier grievances, she couldn’t deny the hunger born from her body’s recovery. With still plenty of time left before her injuries were fully healed, she had to set aside her misgivings and actually put something in her stomach.

            Grabbing the bag and resting it on her lap, Cordelia pulled out the first chunk of jerky she grabbed. Sinking her teeth into the meat, she realized that the smell from earlier was a herald to the same taste. The flavor was strong. So strong that she wasn’t sure most normal people could handle more than a few bites. However, it was just the right thing on her tongue at that moment. Enough so that she ended up nibbling through the entire chunk in a matter of seconds.

            Still feeling hungry, Cordelia reached into the bag for another helping. Once that jerky was gone, her fingers automatically reached for more. While her hunger eventually subsided, she still kept chewing on the meat. Not to nourish herself, but to satisfy a new kind of feeling that pushed her to eat more and more. This sensation only let go of its grasp on her actions once she reached into the bag and found nothing left.

            Looking inside the sack to see only leftover salt left Cordelia with a bit of an internal crisis. After years of self-discipline, it didn’t sit right with her that she had so mindlessly stuffed herself. Pulling away the empty bag, she was somewhat horrified to see her belly sticking out an extra inch thanks to her overeating. Glaring daggers at the protrusion, she attempted to push it back in with a small press. All that succeeded in was letting a BWOOOOORRPPP roll up her throat to let her retaste the meaty meal.

            As the belch petered off, Cordelia winced at a small gasp echoing outside the room. Looking towards the door, she saw an infirmary woman standing nearby. Upon meeting the stranger’s eyes, the knight couldn’t help a sheen of red nearly as bright as her hair from spreading across her cheeks.

            “Um, do you need me to get anything?” the woman asked.

            “N-no, I’m just fine,” Cordelia said, averting her gaze as the woman wisely took her leave.