Ghislaine, fat afterstory

Even heroes of legend will, inevitably, falter against something. To the Sword-king Ghislaine, that thing was food. Just a small nudge, a slight suggestiveness, a perverted enchantment, and in just a few months, that once mighty body of hers swelled like a blimp, now even bigger than the monsters she used to slay. Even the mere hint of muscle sounds mythical, every inch of strength in her body has been sapped, melting away into the backdrop of excess, which she only continues to fuel with her ravenous appetite. A sedentary lifestyle, an unchecked glut, and an endless supply of magically-imbibbed decadent treats; a recipe ripe for disastrous consequences. Soon she will find herself too faded, her muscles too enervated and atrophied to do even the simplest tasks. There, she will have finally made herself too large, too bloated, too heavy. Helpless to do anything but grow her immobile body larger still...