In short order, she started furiously doffing her armor. First the pauldrons, then the gorget, then her breastplate and harness. (Patreon)

While one might have expected layers of clothes underneath, each of Rowena’s armor pieces was carefully molded to the shape of her ample body to provide not only protection, but maximum comfort and support. Her flesh practically spilled forth from the armor that had been endowing her with a much more lithe, compact shape than what was underneath. Helena felt disappointed that so few people were there to see Rowena’s chubby body being revealed, bouncing frantically as she waved her arms at the angry bees.

But Yvette wasn’t done with the knight who had arranged the occupation of her village. “Swish!” another shot of the tiny catapult, and another blob of honey, this time on her exposed pants.