Fall of the blade dancer (Irelia X Soraka) #1

Irelia winced as she shifted in her bed, the bandages around her torso a constant reminder of her humiliating defeat. The proud blade dancer of Ionia, renowned for her grace and deadly precision, now confined to bed rest due to a severe injury to her lower back and leg. Her once perfectly toned 58kg frame felt useless as she stared at the ceiling of her small home.

A gentle knock at the door interrupted her brooding. "Irelia? It's Soraka. May I come in?" The soft voice called from outside.

"It's open," Irelia replied, trying to sit up more properly despite the pain.

The door creaked open, and Soraka entered carrying a large basket. The celestial healer's lavender skin glowed with a gentle aura, but Irelia couldn't help but notice how Soraka's robes clung to her fuller figure. At around 90kg, Soraka had always been considerably softer than the warriors she healed, her body rounded and plush especially around her hips and thighs.

"I brought you some healing potions, food, and herbs," Soraka smiled, setting the basket down. "How are you feeling today?"

"Useless," Irelia muttered, then softened her tone. "But thank you for checking on me. The doctors said it would be at least six weeks before I can train again."

Soraka nodded sympathetically as she began unpacking various containers of food. "Your body needs proper nourishment to heal. I've made you some special recovery meals that will help rebuild your strength."

Irelia eyed the quantity of food with suspicion. "That seems like... a lot."

"You'll need the extra calories to heal properly," Soraka explained, arranging several dishes on the bedside table. "Your muscles need to recover, and your body requires additional energy for the healing process."

As the aroma of rich stew and freshly baked bread filled the room, Irelia's stomach growled embarrassingly loud. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.

"See?" Soraka giggled. "Your body knows what it needs." She sat on the edge of the bed, her weight causing the mattress to dip significantly. "Here, let me help you sit up to eat."

As Soraka leaned forward to adjust Irelia's pillows, the blade dancer couldn't help but notice how the healer's robes strained across her chest. "You know, Soraka," Irelia commented without thinking, "you might benefit from some exercise yourself. When I'm recovered, perhaps I could show you some basic combat forms."

Soraka's cheeks flushed purple with embarrassment. "O-oh... well, I... I don't really need to move much for healing work." She self-consciously adjusted her robes.

Immediately regretting her tactless comment, Irelia apologized. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I'm just frustrated being stuck here."

"It's alright," Soraka smiled, though the brief hurt in her eyes was evident. "Now, please eat while it's warm."

To make amends, Irelia ate heartily, surprised by how delicious everything was. By the end of the meal, she felt uncommonly full, her typically flat stomach slightly distended beneath her sleeping robe.

"That was... surprisingly good," Irelia admitted, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. "Perhaps too good. I'll need to be careful or I'll get soft during my recovery."

Soraka gathered the empty dishes with a knowing smile. "Don't worry. I'll be checking on you daily to make sure you're healing properly. And I'll bring fresh meals each time."

As Soraka prepared to leave, Irelia noticed how gracefully the healer moved despite her size, her hips swaying hypnotically as she crossed the room. For some reason, Irelia found herself watching longer than was appropriate.

"Rest well, Irelia," Soraka said at the door. "I'll return tomorrow morning."

After Soraka left, Irelia placed a hand on her unusually full belly. It would be fine, she told herself. Six weeks of rest, then back to training. Her body would remain disciplined, as always.

Little did she know how wrong she would be.

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Three weeks later, Irelia stepped onto the scale and frowned at the number: 82kg. She'd gained nearly 24kg during her confinement, her once chiseled abs now hidden beneath a soft layer of pudge.

"This is... concerning," she muttered, poking at the new softness around her waist. Her healing leg still couldn't bear her full weight for training, but surely this much gain wasn't normal?

Soraka entered the room carrying breakfast, her movements more sprightly than before. Irelia noticed the healer looked somewhat trimmer, perhaps down to 85kg, while her own body had grown softer.

"Good morning! I brought your favorite pastries," Soraka announced cheerfully, setting down a tray laden with sweets.

Irelia's mouth watered traitorously, even as she gestured to her expanding waistline. "Soraka, I've gained weight. Perhaps we should adjust my diet?"

Soraka approached, examining Irelia with professional interest. "Some weight gain is expected during recovery. Your body is focusing energy on healing, not maintaining muscle tone."

"Twenty-four kilograms in three weeks is not 'some' weight gain," Irelia protested, but her hands were already reaching for a pastry. The sweet flavor exploded in her mouth, and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped. "Mmm... these are amazing..."

Soraka smiled, feeling a strange flutter in her chest at Irelia's expression of pleasure. "I've been experimenting with healing magics infused into the food. It might be increasing your appetite as a side effect."

"That would... hah... explain it," Irelia replied between bites, already reaching for a second pastry. "But I need to show restraint."

Yet by breakfast's end, she'd cleaned the entire tray, licking cream from her fingers without thinking. Her belly felt tight against her sleeping gown, which had grown snug in recent days.

Later, while Soraka helped Irelia with rehabilitation exercises, the healer noticed how differently Irelia moved. The once lightning-fast warrior now puffed with exertion after just a few minutes, her thighs rubbing together as she attempted to stand.

"You're pushing too hard," Soraka cautioned, supporting Irelia's increasingly heavy frame. "Your leg needs more time."

"I never needed... huff... this much rest before," Irelia gasped, collapsing back onto the bed with a bounce that made her new softness jiggle. The sensation was alien and disturbing.

Soraka, meanwhile, found herself strangely fascinated by these changes. The proud, disciplined Blade Dancer was transforming before her eyes, becoming softer, more vulnerable. Something protective stirred within her, mixed with an unfamiliar warmth.

"I'll prepare a special dinner tonight," Soraka promised, gathering their exercise materials. "Something to help build your strength back."

Irelia nodded, too winded to argue, as she watched Soraka leave. The healer's form seemed more defined now, her hips still wide but her waist narrower, while Irelia's own body was losing definition by the day.

"This is temporary," Irelia assured herself, pressing against the growing pillow of her stomach. "Once I'm healed, I'll train twice as hard."

But that night, when Soraka brought the "strengthening meal," Irelia found herself unable to stop eating until her belly strained against her nightgown, round and full. She fell asleep with Soraka gently stroking her hair, unaware of the healer's conflicted gaze lingering on her bloated form.

"Hmm... Given how much you just ate, I'd say you now weigh exactly the same as me."