Story Preview - The Workout Plan

Good news for those of you who enjoyed 'Harbor's Glory', a second story featuring Shalendris and Isstra is in the works. Here's a tiny preview to wet your appetites.

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"Where did this come from?"

Shalendris frowned, grabbing the small bit of fat that had accumulated around her midsection. Looking at herself in the mirror, it seemed as though *all* of her had filled out. Her curves were quite nearly exploding out of the tight lacy bra and panties she wore. Of course, the night elf had always been extremely blessed in that department, but the last few months of peace following the Legion's defeat had allowed her more rest than she was accustomed to.

And food. Oh, she had sampled a few too many of Stormwind's baked goods, that was now evident.

She wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination, but there was an added bit of padding there with which she was somewhat uncomfortable.

There's nothing wrong with being a little... larger... she told herself reassuringly, turning around and inspecting her ass in the mirror. But I'd like it if I didn't have to change my entire wardrobe.

Due to the elf's ever-changing physiology, Shalendris had managed to get her hands on a few articles of clothing that would adapt to her growing and shrinking curves. Yet, these were expensive, and the rate at which she changed sizes found itself to be quite taxing on the enchantments woven into the cloth's fibers.

She sighed, then turned back to face the mirror, inspecting herself once more. "I suppose," she said to no one in particular, "it could be worse."

Shalendris unhooked her bra, sighing in satisfaction as she felt the restrictive garment loosen. Tossing it aside, she looked down at her enormous chest. Even the word 'enormous' seemed like an understatement given the sheer size of those mountainous orbs, those fat fucking titties, those gigantic elven milkers.

The elf reached up, cupping them both together in her hands, squeezing gently. They jiggled under her touch, the abundant flesh overflowing from between her fingers. She lifted them up, parting them to get a look at her stomach from another angle, frowning at the sight of the fat that had accumulated there.

Without bothering to put her bra on again, she let her massive melons fall free, slapping heavily against her ribcage and stomach before settling once more.

Shalendris sighed again, knowing full well how much work it would take to get rid of that fat. She much preferred the quiet of her living room and the warmth of a cup of tea to the sweat and effort of working out. But she knew she needed to get in shape. Ever since the Kaldorei had lost their immortality, small signs of that truth had begun popping up here and there. She was not yet old enough to die of natural causes and even the oldest of her people did not appear much older than 40 or 50 now, but... The thought frightened her. She would age slowly, but she would. And if she wanted to do so gracefully, then a bit of effort would do her good.