Not for the first time that day, Telma felt full.
Lunch had been substantial, as demanded by her cravings and condition; consisting of freshly grilled goat sausages in a puree-honey glaze, spiced pumpkin-squash soup, hearty vegetables, and plenty of milk. Which wasn't surprising, since milk was always in abundance these days, she thought with a wry smile and glance at her mammoth rack.
She'd always been considered busty by Hylian standards, and above-average when compared to other Gerudo; plumper too. Which is probably why new patrons of her bar always seemed so surprised: expecting a nubile young thing in silken desert garb and long flowing crimson locks; and not the hefty, squat, matronly woman clad in leather and lace; with a yellow sports bra straining around her impressive chest and beads decorating her dark, woven, cornrows. Such surprise abated often enough, with adequate flow of booze and suitably exciting stories and song.
Indeed, Telma didn't mind her weight, not fully turning to fat, but maintaining a healthy amount of pudge - she didn't have to compete with younger women at market for outfits, nor need fear curious questing hands of the rowdier bargoers. Though her cleavage helped keep them mildly enticed and distracted when haggling tabs, as well as providing a handy place to keep her coinpurse.
Despite all this, she had felt unfulfilled: mainly in the ways of love. Her first crush had died to Lizalfos attack when she'd been a maiden; and her fling with Renado had been brief and unanimously called off when he couldn't spare time away from his Shaman duties. Hardly bitter about this, Telma had resumed her usual way of life - an inexpensive barkeep serving wayward adventurers and sharing a flat with her poofy cat, Louise.
Then decree had come down on high. The script of the goddesses shone on shiekah-stones throughout the land, in the temples, caves, and on roadside. They all bore the same message: that the bloodline of the Hero of Time should be preserved and spread so that the world would better combat evil the next time darkness swallowed the land; and that specific women be granted rights to take in Link's seed and swell with his children. Suffice to say, the blonde mute had had a busy schedule as of late - questing to prevent catastrophe and being used as a breeding stud ate up alot of free time.
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