Plus-Sized Elf Marcille (WIP Preview)

WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN: Marcille and Elfuda (Dungeon Meshi X Plus-Sized Elf) Weight Gain)

Walking through a mysterious door in a dungeon, Marcille appears before Elfuda. While the gluttonous elf tries to help the spellcaster return to her world, they both fall into the trap of becoming obsessed with potatoes and putting on tons of weight.

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            Separated from the rest of her party, Marcille only had the glow of magical lights at the end of her staff to accompany her through the dungeon. Shifting her eyes back and forth, the elf with twin braids of blonde hair, was wary of any sound she made. Even the ruffles of her blue robe or clacks of her sandals made her certain that at any moment she would be attacked by a monster. Coming to a halt from the sound of a growl, she only calmed down once she realized that it was coming from her ravenous stomach.

            As the elf begged for her hunger pangs to stop, her nose twitched at an odd aroma. The dungeon was filled with a variety of strange and unusual odors; owing to the wide variety of creatures that inhabited it. However, what wafted into her nostrils smelled far too good to belong to any of the fearsome beasts. Stopping to wipe the drool from her face, she followed the aroma down on of the corridors.

            Marcille came to a stop as she spotted an out of place looking door. At a glance it looked to be made out of a strange, grey painted stone. The handle was curved in an odd direction and made of a reflective metal. As bizarre as the door appeared, the continued rumbling of her belly under the effects of the smell forced her hand to open it up and step inside.

            Blinking from the overhead, bright lights, Marcille’s eyes adjusted to see that she was surrounded by other beings. When her vision acclimated to the environment, she managed to see a collection of Tall Men dressed in odd garb. Trying to ignore their awestruck gazes, she glanced around the building to glance at the plastic chairs and the strange, shrine-like structure where a majority of the smells were coming from. Amidst the unknown music filling the air and the strange feeling of being cast far from the dungeon, she looked for any sign of familiarity.

            Marcille found what she was looking for as she spotted a familiar set of pointed ears. Locking eyes on the similarly blonde haired elf, she quickly made her way over. Her pace slowed a bit as she noticed that the other elf was dressed in the same attire as the Tall Men. The main difference was that her green sweatpants and white top inscribed with the words “Fry Fan” were undersized for her features. Forcing herself to break her gaze of the other elf’s protruding belly, she looked up to see the stranger biting into a handful of delicious smelling, golden colored sticks.

            “What are those?” Marcille asked as she got closer to the table.

            “Fried potatoes,” the plump elf replied. “They’re also known as fries. Want some?”

            Curious, Marcille accepted one of the gold sticks. Putting only the very tip past her lips, she took an experimental bite. After only a few chews, her hesitancy was replaced with eagerness as she ate up the rest.

            “This is amazing,” Marcille commented as she finished chewing.

            “That’s the power of fries,” the other elf said, helping herself to another handful. “My name is Elfuda.”

            “I’m Marcille,” she replied, raising an eyebrow at the odd name. “What kind of dungeon is this?”

            “Dungeon?” Elfuda asked. “What are you talking about?”

            “What else could this be?” Mariclle replied, looking around at the strangely dressed Tall Men and the peculiar, white floor.

            “This is a fast food restaurant,” Elfuda answered. “It’s the best place in this world to try out its delicacies.”

            “What do you mean by this world?”

            “Hmm,” Elfuda said as she massaged her chin. “I don’t think you’re from where I’m from.” Taking another basket of fries, she pushed it closer to Marcille. “Eat up and tell me more.”

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            “It definitely sounds different from the place Elfuda came from,” Naoe commented, the black haired, physical therapist still clad in his work attire. “Marcille, was it?”

            “Yes,” Marcille replied. “Although, your world is even stranger,” she added, looking around the room and being mystified by the various oddities along the walls and on the shelves. “I appreciate your hospitality so far, but I really should get back to my party. Do you know how I can get back?”

            “Sorry, but I have no clue,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “So far, all of the elves I’ve seen have come from the portal.”

            “There must be some way to modify it then,” Marcille commented as she pulled out a spell book from her pack. “This might take some time though. Is there an inn somewhere? Hopefully one that takes gold?”

            “You can stay here if you need to,” Naoe offered. “We already have plenty of space so another person shouldn’t make a different.”

            “Thank you so much,” Marcille said, standing up to shake his hand.

            Marcille was stopped as she felt a sudden chill strike her. Lowering her gaze, she spotted the source in the form of the pudgy potbelly currently peeking out from her robes. Even after the walk through town and the few hours she had spent arriving at the house, the bloating from her feast had yet to go away. Face red with embarrassment as she tried to cover up her belly bump, she looked up to Naoe to try and explain herself. She didn’t have a chance as he was currently busy glaring at the elf who had led her there.

            “Elfuda,” Naoe called out, stopping the elf mid-bite of a fry. “What did I tell you about those things?”

            “I was just showing her this world’s cuisine,” Elfuda explained. “And fried potatoes are the best way to do it.”

            “And the best way to keep her from using the portal.”

            “WHAT!?” Marcille called out, wincing as her gut jiggled about.

            Giving Elfuda once more, scornful look, Naoe turned back to Marcille. “Yes, the portal requires you to be the same weight you were when you entered before you can use it again.”

            “I-I’m sure it’s fine,” Marcille said, trying to keep herself calm as she massaged her mid-section. “I’ve been able to burn off lots of fat before. It shouldn’t be a problem.”

            “Then maybe you can try a few more fries along with…” Elfuda trailed off, already feeling Naoe’s disappointment building.

            “In any case,” Naoe spoke to Marcille. “Take as much time as you need.”

            “Thank you so much,” Marcille said, sitting back down and using her robe to try and obscure her belly. “I promise that as soon as I’m able to, I’ll head back to my world. My party members are surely missing me.”