Megan is able to distract herself enough to calm down and get some sleep

(This chapter originally by "IndianaJones393", edited for 3rd person format by me.)

Ah, Elden Ring. A wonderful game. No wonder it won 2022's Game of the Year award. A fantastic mix of difficulty, exploration, and deep lore. Always fair yet immensely punishing, it seemed capable of creating so much rage and anger that it could even overpower the sexual frustration of a hyper horny bloated BBW.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He winced as Malenia's Waterfowl Dance claims the life of Megan's lowly tarnished avatar yet again. John had lost count of how many times she's died to this boss. Almost all traces of her previous ardor have been replaced by the intense mega-rage only a FromSoft game can generate. Megan white-knuckles the controller, locking it in a **** grip so tight he wondered how it hadn't shattered the poor thing.

"I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. I KNOW YOU STUPID BITCH!"

Megan was practically shaking in frustration at this point. Given all that she's been through, it might be time to take a break.

"Hey, maybe it's time we put these foolish ambitions to rest for the evening," John chipped in. Megan gave him a brief **** glare, but her extra chubby cheeks could do nothing more than make him chuckle a little bit. It's so cute even when she's pouty.

"Don't you start quoting Margitt at me. I heard that quote enough times back in Stormveil. This boss is total bullshit." She lets out a long sigh. "But you're probably right. It's probably time to call it quits for the evening. At least it finally feels like I can sit here with you without trying to break your pelvis. Maybe I can finally get some sleep."

He looked her over again, still marvelling at her enhanced figure. Megan was still in that ill fitting robe, as it was all she owned that could even come close to covering her right now.

"Let me run out and get you something to wear for tomorrow. I'll take you shopping tomorrow and we can try to build you a new wardrobe."

Megan looked at him with appreciation. "Just make sure it's big. Who knows what size I am right now with all this." Her hands grab her massive belly, giving it a large shake before dropping it back on her lap. "Thanks John. I really mean it. I don't know who else I could turn to right now."

John smiled back at her. "Don't worry about it. This is just what best friends are for."

"Best friends, huh?" Megan blushes a little, before darting forward to plant a kiss on his lips. "I think you're a bit more than that now."

He couldn't help but grin.

A few minutes later, Megan is finally tucked in for the evening and John was off to the store. But do any problems await?