*Note: this was in color because it was the title image of my second bbwchan thread. Sorry for the downer story!*


There were no bars on the windows of the Long Hall, but they were narrow. Not arrow-slit narrow, because they didn't need to be to prevent the prisoners from escaping. Leea figured that she might be able to squeeze her head and shoulders outside, but not her bust. The one time she tried, she had scraped herself bloody trying, and that was months ago when she was relatively thin. Now her tits were enormous.

That was what she was conscious of the most now, how bloated her breasts had become. Every time she looked down, that was all she could see- jiggling globes of flesh barely restrained by her white, prison-issue apron. Considering the elven standard of beauty scorned anything more than a handful, they were twin obscenities.

Even if the gods smiled on her and spared her once small and perky boobs from swelling, Leea's midsection would do just a good of job plugging one of the windows in an escape attempt. It wasn't as visible to her, but it was just as worrisome. She spent most nights kneading her belly's fatty folds, gripping her ripening love handles, and probing the depths of her navel with chubby fingers. Each metric she used told her weight was increasing faster.

And what would that mean for her lower body? How could her hips get any wider? How could her ass be any fatter than it was now? Leea was ashamed of her chest, secretly fascinated with her spongy stomach, but did her best to ignore the damage the prison food did to her dancer's legs.

So she tuned out the sensation of her thick thighs grinding against one another. And she ignored the quake of her exposed buttocks. Leea tightened her hold on her lunch and headed to her quarters eat in peace. There she could look through the narrow window and gaze at the world that was barred to her.

https://www.deviantart.com/w-oo-t/art/In-it-for-the-Long-Haul-846326651