Guyld will wear the paladin's armor home

The mother pat one fist into her open palm, then exclaimed happily, drawing everyone's attention for a moment to her uncovered, rosy pink nipples. She covered them again quickly, trying not to let her embarrassment show in her face as she announced her plan. "I just need that armor! Ahem, Pardoo, good sir, please remove your armor and allow me to wear it home."

They all stared blankly for a moment; the daughter and the nun both spoke up at the same time. "No, no, that's..."

Pardoo held up one hand for them to stop, perhaps thinking that it was the place of a gentleman to plainly explain the issues with this course of action. "Ma'am, I would happily oblige if I could, but... the armor of the order of paladins is sacred and does not take easily to transfer. What I mean to say is... if you have not completed the oath, the armor may not accept you." Proudly, he pressed one fist to his chest and raised his nose to the sky. "The proud order of paladins each complete a sacred oath of chastity. This refers not only to forgoing marriage- or any of its duties- but also, to rid ourselves of lust itself."

"Are you calling me lusty?!" The older woman was indignant. "Just because I'm a wed woman and have carried a child doesn't mean I'm always thinking about making babies, sir! I trust that is not what you meant to imply?!"

The paladin waved his hands in protest. "N-Never, ma'am! I only mean to say that if there was some small trace of desire, some errant thought, the armor would crumble!" he continued, then shrunk his shoulders back as Guyld clapped him aside his helmet with one palm.

"Pardoo, I am feeling charitable today, so I will not cut the already limited funding the church offers the order of the single paladin that you represent! However, I must insist, please, lend me your armor!"

Of course, the other girls hadn't even known about the vow tied to the armor or anything of that sort. They simply knew... there was no way that Guyld was going to fit her chubby buns, her newly revealed belly, and her motherly bosom into that armor, designed for a statuesque male build.

As the argument reached a one-sided pitch, the indignant noble lady began to grapple Pardoo from the front, pulling free his armor in pieces. "Pardoooo! You will give me that armor!" From her cackling voice and the eagerness with which she stripped the noble paladin, who could do little to resist without besmirching his armor by raising his hand against a noble woman in need, the others began to interpret she might have some less than noble reasons for wanting the paladin out of his armor. He raised both arms, as if to show everyone and perhaps even the deity that he preyed to that his hands weren't touching her, as the woman smushed her big boobs against his chest, grinning and pulling free each segment of his armor, one after another.

Finally, despite protests from every direction, she'd gotten it all off... for some reason, she'd taken every bit of the armor, so that the poor (but handsome and sculpted for the task) paladin stood in the street wearing only boxers, patterned with the church's emblem, a cross mark over a heart. The younger Guyld tried not to stare while the older watched lustily. "He he he he... Don't underestimate the strength of a former inquisitor!" The woman had... amazingly... stuffed herself into the tunic, breeches, and armor altogether, though she was clearly muffin-topping over the pants without the help of a girdle. "Now, I will make the journey back to my estate and- charitably- send someone to return this to you, thank you for your time, and reward you handsomely. Thank you kindly, sir."

"... A-Always happy to help." The hopeless paladin retreated back behind the same fence that the unfortunate Bonnie had hidden behind earlier.

"Mama, you can't-!" Guyld IV attempted to warn her mother, realizing the armor and cape were already disintegrating. She'd seen enough to know that her mother had no chance of honoring the paladin's vow to the extent that the armor required.

"Oh, but I can!" With that proclamation, the mother swung her arms, her green hair trailing out from the helmet as she made her way back to her estate. The therapist followed after her, futilely trying to deliver all of the same warnings the daughter had. They left Guyld IV alone... either the young girl wanted to console the half-naked paladin or else, she simply couldn't bear to witness her mother making such a mess of things.