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“So it’s decided. Zaun will have sovereignty, with houses Kiramman and Medarda overseeing the Accord Council to foster peace and good relations between our cities.” Mel Medarda stood up, her curvy figure silhouetted by light from the council chamber’s windows. Her golden hairpieces and body adornments glittered as sunbeams struck them, wreathing her in an imposing, regal aura. “Are you ready to begin, Caitlyn?”
Caitlyn Kiramman rose, her curvy, hourglass shaped body silhouetted in her warden uniform. Her long, silky purple hair shifted behind her. “I will head into Zaun and begin taking stock of potential community leaders to extend our hand to.” The pair began walking, summing up their months of planning. Behind her scurried the short, ginger-haired, and freckled junior officer Maddie Nolen, newly assigned to as Caitlyn’s personal aide.
“And I will make sure the Hextech Project goes online shortly. No more weapons development. We take the hex cores and use them as energy sources. Tower-sized air filters for Zaun, and food processing centers that can outpace the harvests of a normal farm tenfold,” said Mel.
“Between that and the festivals we have planned, it sounds like we’re trying to buy peace with bread and circuses,” Caitlyn offered.
“Better than with bullets and arrests, I’d say!” Maddie offered.
“Mmm. House Kiramman’s resources will be put towards the founding of the new festivals and holidays. At the end of every week, there will be festivities and a chance for the populations of Piltover and Zaun to intermingle.” Caitlyn sighed and narrowed her eyes. “I still fear there will be pushback. Shimmer’s still a plague. We’ll need to be surgical about stopping its production. I could lead a team of Wardens in, I suppose,”
“That could be considered an act of aggression now that the city is independent.” Mel replied. “May I suggest recruiting locally? Someone who can move in Zaun’s circles with you without wearing a uniform.”
Caitlyn looked thoughtful. “And where would I find someone like that?”
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Vi’s sweat-drenched, muscular body glistened in the harsh overhead lights of the fighting pit. She lunged forward, swinging with a powerful right hook. Her opponent took the blow to the chin, his mouth bursting with spittle as he went down.
“Yeaaaah! Get ‘em!” Powder whistled from the sidelines, whistling with her fingers. Her lithe, pale figure partially exposed by her cropped vest, looking downright petite next to her sister’s well-muscled form. Her short blue-dyed hair was tied up in two small buns, contrasting with Vi’s cerise-colored side cut.
Caitlyn watched the fight from the crowd, her mouth slightly agape. “She’s...a candidate to be certain.”
Next to her, her newly assigned aide studied her captain’s enraptured face, then looked back at Vi retreating to the edge of the fighting pit. “She’s a bit of a brute! Are you sure this is the type we’re looking for?”
“You heard what those rumormongers told us, she has the city’s respect, and she’s clearly competent.” Caitlyn began moving through the throng of cheering Zaunites. “Pardon me, Vi?”
The muscular woman turned, looking at the pair of Wardens with disdain. “Yes, ‘officers’?” Vi answered with mocking deference.
“We have an offer for you. For the good of Zaun.” Caitlyn pitched. “Surely you’ve heard of the Accord?”
“Tsch, yeah, I’m sure it’ll go exactly as you Pilties say it will.”
“We’re holding up our end of the bargain right now; we’ve come unarmed and on diplomatic, not police business.” Caitlyn held out her arms, showcasing she wasn’t armed. “Part of the agreement is allowing efforts to stop the flow of shimmer throughout Zaun. It’s harming people, and the free movements of citizens between Piltover and Zaun will only accelerate its spread.”
“And?” Vi asked as Powder crept up behind her, watching the conversation.
“We want your help in busting the shimmer dealers’ operations. Zaun helping Zaun. We can equip you, provide you with the resources you need.”
“Like machine parts?” Powder asked, grinning at Vi. “Or Hextech?!”
“Easy,” Vi warned, putting her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “I’m not sure I’m buying this. And what do we get for risking our own necks?” Vi looked Caitlyn up and down, slowly.
“Firstly, we aren’t using you as fodder. Junior Officer Nolen and I will be right along with you in support.” Caitlyn’s nose twitched, smelling pungent sweat from Vi and the stink of mechanical grease wafting off Powder.
“How comforting, Cupcake.” Vi shot back.
“We...can provide hextech weaponry, yes. On a strictly temporary basis. We understand that the gangs will try and respond with lethal force. You will be compensated, as well.” Caitlyn looked at Powder. “Are you an engineer?”
Powder tilted her head. “Something like that!”
Caitlyn paused for a moment. “We could use you too, then.”
“Are there really going to be concerts and festivals and open travel to Piltover?” Powder asked.
“Yes,” Caitlyn assured. “Staffed largely by Zaunites to provide hundreds of stable jobs. Food prices are going to plummet once our first harvests come in on our hextech farm infrastructure.”
Powder’s dark-ringed eyes lit up. “So, we can enter Piltie invention contests now?”
“Of course,” Caitlyn assured.
“Sis!” Powder exclaimed, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I wanna help them.”
Vi opened her mouth, glanced at her sister, scowled, then locked eyes with Caitlyn. “Who do you want to start with?” she asked, cracking her knuckles.
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“Now!” Caitlyn aimed her hextech rifle and began to cover Vi as she dashed forward, bringing her massive, hextech-powered gauntlets to bear. She swung the massive weapon, crushing the sternum of a shimmered-up ganger.
“Behind us!” Maddie yelled, firing her blunderbuss at a pair of axe-wielding chempunks.
Vi grabbed the chomper her sister had made from her belt and tossed it at a mob of approaching gangers. It began spitting out flames, scattering the murderous criminals.
Caitlyn hastily aimed at a gun-wielding woman aiming at Vi from the catwalk above. Vi flinched and held up her hands to defend against a shot that never came. Caitlyn had fired just before the ganger could pull the trigger, sending her tumbling down from above. Vi gave the purple-haired warden a grudging nod and charged their remaining foes, knocking them aside as if they were made of paper.
“Let’s blow the chemtech and get out of here!” Maddie barked, hurrying to the industrial, glowing green chemistry equipment at the far side of the room. She hurriedly planted some explosive charges and triggered them as the trio fled the drug lab.
“Fine work,” Caitlyn said breathlessly.
“Yeah...you too, Cupcake. Surprisingly.” Vi teased. “Where’d you learn to shoot like that, anyway?”
“My mother and father taught me,” Caitlyn answered candidly. “Sometimes a bit harshly, but I learned.”
“Yeah? You can come back to the bar and tell me more about it.”
Maddie’s eyebrows raised. “Captain, wouldn’t that interfere with our mission?”
“We neutralized three labs this week. We’ve earned a break, I think.” Caitlyn decided.
The trio returned to the bar and were immediately greeted by an enthusiastic Powder. “How’d it go?”
“We’ll tell you over drinks. Lots of ‘em,” Vi said, gesturing them all to a table. “Dad, break out the good stuff and leave the bottle!”
Vander, Powder and Vi’s adoptive father, chuckled and nodded. “I’ll have one. To drink to your safety.”
“They had it coming for a long time; one of those guys tried to knife Claggor a while back.”
Vander set a huge bottle of clear spirits down on the table. “Careful, this stuff is strong.”
“C’mon, Cupcake. Bottoms up.” Vi poured Caitlyn a full glass.
“A-aren’t you supposed to drink this out of a small glass?”
Vi poured for the rest of the group. “Just cutting out the middleman.”
The four took large gulps of the liquor together, and conversation began to flow. Powder waxed on about her interests and inventions, while Caitlyn and Vi shared childhood stories.
Maddie kept fairly quiet, watching the pair steal glances at each other. By the time the glasses were empty, Caitlyn and Vi were keeping eye contact with each other, gazing into each other’s eyes as they discussed the past and future.
“Maybe we should head back now!” Maddie suggested with a sweet smile. “I’m starting to see double, and I think we all might smell a little bad...” She looked pointedly at the sweat stains that had come in at the armpits of Caitlyn’s uniform.
Powder teasingly lifted Vi’s arm and sniffed. “Pfft, this is nothing! You should get a whiff of her pits after a bender at the pits!”
Vi narrowed her eyes and let out an alcoholic “BURRPH!” into her sister’s face. “How ‘bout now?”
Caitlyn snorted, covering her mouth to hide her amusement at the crass display. “I don’t know if I can even walk straight...”
“Crash here, then!” Powder suggested. “We’ve got some spare beds.”
“Let me show you,” Vi suggested, getting up and wobbling slightly. She took Caitlyn by the hand, leading her gently to the back of the bar. “Here, you can borrow one of my bedshirts.” Vi turned her back to Caitlyn and removed her sweaty tank top, revealing her muscular, tattooed back. The warden stared at her shifting, craggy body as she pulled on a fresh shirt.
“You’re all red in the face,” Vi observed as she turned back.
“Oh!” Caitlyn stammered. “It’s the liquor-”
“Oh yeah?” Vi shut her eyes and pressed her lips against Caitlyn’s. Her body tensed, then relaxed as she held the kiss. As they parted, Caitlyn’s eyelids fluttered. “Vi. What do you want for yourself and Powder? How do you see your futures? I can...I can help.”
“Mm...guess I can’t work the pits forever...” Vi answered, scratching the back of her head. She sat down on her bed. Caitlyn joined her. The pair laid back, Vi resting her chiseled arm over her guest’s waist.
“We’ve really made something big happen,” Caitlyn promised. “Things are going to change.”
“That...doesn’t sound bad.” Vi grudgingly admitted.
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“Mother,” Mel uttered, glaring at Ambessa with her beautiful, deep green eyes. “The presence of your soldiers in Piltover is a liability. Already there are rumblings about Piltover breaking the Accord!”
Ambessa languidly popped a sugared slice of fruit into her mouth, her powerful bicep slowly shifting in shape. “This hextech-derived food is superb. Livestock fattening up in a matter of days! Noxus would kill to have this technology. Armies march on their stomachs.”
“You are jeopardizing everything I’ve worked to build!” Mel pressed.
“That was not a figure of speech. Noxus’ agents will see what you have done, creating a city of feasts and festivals in the name of peace, and see soft, defenseless prey. A prize to be plucked. No, you want me here.”
“You’re desperate. Our holdings in Noxus have been stripped from us, and now you’re trying to leverage my city to claw your way back!”
“Yes, I am a pariah. There are forces that are hunting me. Which is why we can help each other. My troops are loyal, and if I order them to defend this city, they will. I will watch over your grand experiment as its shepherd. In return, all I ask is that you allow me to partake in the fruits of progress.”
“More like a wolf,” Mel answered, not cowing from her mother’s piercing gaze.
“You know I’m speaking the truth. Now, take a cue from your own theatrics and eat something, dear. You’ve always been too thin.” She placed another sugared slice of fruit onto her tongue, humming at the taste.
Mel frowned, took a deep breath and gracefully strode over to the banquet table, delivering a slice of cured meat to her mouth. It was delicious.
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Two months later, Caitlyn and Vi found themselves strolling through Piltover’s main market. This week’s intercity food festival was in full swing, and the air was smokey and replete with the smell of dozens of competing styles of cuisine. The cultural exchange project Caitlyn and Mel had helped plan had been a success, bringing Zaunites up to Piltover and vice versa using concerts, festivals, and other attractions. “Hey, look, seafood.” Vi squeezed Caitlyn’s hand and dragged her over to yet another stall. Both women were sweating in the summer heat.
Caitlyn watched as her girlfriend ordered a heaping pile of fried octopus slathered in tomato sauce. “I’m beginning to think we need to find date ideas that don’t revolve around food.”
Grabbing the mess with her bare hands, she began shoveling it into her mouth with ravenous speed. “Mmmph...mmmh!” Vi had availed herself of the cheap, delicious foodstuffs that had flooded both cities from the hextech farms, putting on a solid 60 pounds in a matter of weeks. The pugilist’s body had widened and thickened, giving her a softened, but still powerful looking rectangular silhouette. The contours of her muscles could still be seen shaping her stocky upper arms, and a rounded, almost firm looking ball gut bulged out from her waistline, stretching the buttons fastened over her waist. Her neck and thighs had grown thick and plush without looking overly loose and flabby. Vi’s rump filled and stretched the seat of her pants with stocky, top-heavy curves.
Vi gave Caitlyn an incredulous look. “C’mon, you just inhaled that burrito!”
Caitlyn’s eyes looked down guiltily. “I’m putting on weight...” The warden’s body had swelled out into a plush, voluptuous hourglass shape. Her breasts had grown broad and doughy, straining the front of her uniform. Her hips had flared out with a copious amount of extra padding, leading into a truly eye-catching bubble butt that did not lack for extra bulk at its sides and lower reaches. A sweat stain ran down the center of her rump, calling attention to how tight her outfit was around her lower body. A plush, teardrop shaped belly pushed out from Caitlyn’s waist, framed by a set of grabbable love handles. Her belt sunk into her soft midriff, forming a bulging roll over its top contour.
Vi plucked a sauce-covered tentacle out of the bowl she was eating from and brought it to Caitlyn’s lips. “I told you, you look amazing.”
“I look fat.” Caitlyn grudgingly opened her mouth and chewed the seafood back.
“Yeah. It’s kind of fucking great.” Vi licked her fingers clean and reached out, stroking Caitlyn’s waist before moving her hand down to her rubenesque hip. “C’mon, tell me that wasn’t delicious.”
Caitlyn sighed, smiled, and nodded. “It was, it was...”
Vi grinned back, turned, and held up two fingers to the seafood chef, who quickly prepared a pair of heaping bowls of fried octopus.
The pair stood in front of the stall, eating with their hands, slurping back the greasy, saucy pile of carbs. Vi swallowed a huge mouthful, slapped her generous belly, and let out a huge, fishy “-BWOOOORPH!-”
“Vi!” Caitlyn chastised, smiling despite herself. “-Urrp!-” Her eyes widened in embarrassment.
Vi poked her girlfriend’s love handle. “C’mon, you can do better than that!”
“You’re playing with fire, you know that?” Caitlyn joked, silently letting a hiss of gas free from her generous behind. “All this food is so heavy...”
“Eh, we can get a salad after dessert if that makes you feel better,” Vi suggested with her mouth full, sauce dripping onto the front of her shirt.
“More?” Caitlyn groaned, putting a hand to her gurgling belly.
“You can’t fool me. I know sweets are your favorite,” Vi challenged. “I saw a stand selling whole chocolate-caramel cakes...”
Caitlyn opened her mouth and let out a droning, clicky “-Urrurrruup-.”
“That make some more room? Let’s go grab one.” Vi stretched, tilting her neck until a pop! clicked out from it.
The pair sluggishly began moving through the festival crowds, stepping over piles of discarded plates, wrappers, paper cups. Caitlyn shook her head. “Littering is becoming a real problem. A lot of Piltover is upset at the graffiti that’s been popping up as well.”
“C’mon, you’re helping solve actual problems, you can’t be worrying about a little trash and uh, artwork.”
The pair spotted Powder at the cake stand, delivering a slice of strawberry shortcake into her eager mouth. The pale inventor sighed with pleasure, her pretty blue eyes looking upward in bliss. She had put on even more weight than her sister, and unlike her, her frame did not have a lattice of muscle to hang the excess flesh on. Her upper arms were squishy and jiggly, and her hips flared out into a flabby rump mini-shelf that trumped Caitlyn’s measurements. Powder’s thighs were thick and cellulite speckled, jiggling loosely whenever she took a step to grab more cake. Her chest had barely grown, while a drooping, U-shaped belly hung from her waist, hanging out of her sweaty collared shirt.
“Eating big runs in the family,” Vi commented, watching Powder take two more slices of cake in both hands and chomping them down with alternating bites. She sigh-belched, a bit of sugar-fueled gas leaving her broad bottom.
“I can almost smell you before I see you these days, Pow,” Vi teased.
“And I always hear you before I see you!” Powder raised an eyebrow and gave her armpit a sniff. “Taking a shower is pretty pointless, I just get all greasy and sweaty again when I get to work.”
Caitlyn tilted her head and sniffed, detecting her own unique brand of body odor emanating from her sweaty pits. “Vi, we need to get cleaned up after we’re done here.”
“Oh, we’re not done after this,” the pugilist assured, biting her lower lip and giving Caitlyn a meaningful glance. “Like sis said, we’d just get all sweaty again.”
Caitlyn returned the glance. “If you want...but it’s going to be a little gross, I think.” She tilted her hip and released a sputter of gas, sighing with relief.
“I think I’ll survive.” Vi wrapped both hands around Caitlyn’s doughy waist and leaned in for a kiss. As they parted, Vi stroked Caitlyn’s long, silky hair. “You don’t gotta be all prim and proper with me. I want you to relax.”
“I’ll try. For you.” Caitlyn pressed her lips against Vi’s again.
“Now, let me stuff you full of cake, Cupcake,” Vi purred.
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Mel forked her last hunk of buttery lobster into her mouth. She rose with grace with the rest of the table. “This was lovely.” She began shaking hands with the head engineers and leader of their newly formed guild. “I’m glad we could sort things out. Your work is invaluable to Piltover, Zaun, and the Accord.” Mel strode across the room, her sizable, protruding, just slightly boxy rear end rocking to and fro with each step. The luscious, lightly cellulite speckled flesh of her partially exposed thighs quivered with her footfalls. Her breasts, now a cup size and a half larger, jiggled right along with the rest of her as she moved.
She entered the council room and closed the door behind her, sighing with relief and wiping a thin film of sweat from her brow. Her belly, a rounded, modest pooch of flab, was outlined in her tight white dress. “Eleven banquets in three days...” Mel groaned quietly, looking around to make sure she was alone. She opened her mouth and lifted one leg, one eye squeezing shut as she unleashed a lengthy, sputtering -PHRAAAAAAARRRRP!- From her ample backside while her throat gurgled with a heavy “-HOURRRRRRRRPH!-”, sending warm spittle flying into the air. “Oh, gods,” Mel groaned, leaning her head back against the wall.
“Councilor Medarda!” Maddie exclaimed with a smile, appearing from behind a bookshelf. The junior officer was wearing a fresh 60 pounds,with most of it gathering around her face, upper arms, and belly. Her stomach bulged forward like she was smuggling a sack full of butter beneath her grease-spattered uniform, riding up her shirt to the point where her white underclothes were visible. A full double chin and pair of chubby cheeks rounded out her freckled face. “I have reports from the peacekeeping patrols!”
“What?” Mel gasped, putting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment. She composed herself quickly, standing up straight and looking Maddie in the eye. “Oh, yes, please report.”
“The situation remains stable. What we thought was a riot was just a very raucous party! A performer from Zaun began playing a pop-up concert, and many barrels of derived liquor were brought in!” Maddie took a deep breath and wiped some sweat from her brow, revealing damp armpit stains. “Sorry for my present state, I must’ve walked halfway through Piltover today, ma’am!”
“Let’s put decorum aside for the moment,” Mel offered subtly, giving Maddie a meaningful, warning glance.
“Oh, of course, councilor! We have more important business to worry about!” Maddie’s nose twitched from a certain stench that was now reaching her, but she did not react any further.
“Good. Is there anything else you’d like to report? I’d have to reconnect with Councilor Kirammann if not.”
Maddie smiled sweetly, her puffy cheeks rising. “Well, there is one more thing, councillor!” She took a few steps forward, her paunch quivering in her clothing. “Have the diagrams for the new hextech projects come in? I’d like to deliver them to councilor Kirammann for review.”
“The schematics?” Mel asked, tilting her broad hip and resting her hand against her thigh. “Why would you need those?”
“Oh, to help shape policy for future developments!” Maddie explained, putting her hands behind her soft, subtly roll-creased back.
Mel raised an eyebrow. “Those schematics are very sensitive information. I can pass them to Councilor Kirammann when she’s back here.”
“Of course!” Maddie gave Mel a salute and headed off.
Mel waited until she was gone, cringed, and released a sputtering “-PHRRRRRRURRAP!-” from her rear. She balled up her fists in momentary frustration and swayed her cello-shaped body over to a window to let some air into the chamber.
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