Keeping Her in the Dark

[Batman76]

A short one from me to get the juices flowing again:

Chancellor Katelyn was in a hurry, something of a rarity these days. Once she'd accompanied her queen across several galloping adventures as fast as her lithe legs could carry her, but for the past five years or so she'd been used to a far more sedate pace. With every step up the winding palace stairs the girl, okay given she was near thirty she'd think of herself as a young lady at least, could feel just how out of condition she'd let herself get.

A horrible jiggling sensation reverberated across her body, starting where the tops of her pudgy thighs rubbed together. Katelyn had not remembered them ever doing so before, but it had been five years since she'd ran and three since she'd walked over a mile in one go so perhaps she merely hadn't noticed.

Worst was her once tiny waist, now home to a small paunch and love handles. The Chancellor had first started to notice them when her boyfriend had begun using them as just that during sex. She'd vowed to start getting more exercise and limit herself to one plate at banquets that eve, but that had been six months ago and the flab now hung over the sides of her belt. Her once flat belly hadn't faired much better, having lost its once flat quality it now bulged out permanently, a not quite so small and increasingly soft little doughnut around her belly button. With every step it bounced up and down, its soft bottom slope cruelly cut by her belt, which itself show several badly stretched holes that showed her weight gain.

At a landing Katelyn had to pause for breath, a horrible stitch starting in her side. Once she would have realized that standing straight was the best way to get in more air, but the out of shape former adventurer had forgotten that habit just as she'd forgotten to breathe through her nose when running. She placed hands on her hips and bent over, shocked both by how easily she'd tired and how wide her hips were. Once they had been slim and narrow, the outline of her pelvis visible when naked and only slightly wider than her waist. They'd widened and rounded extremely and Katelyn felt soft masses of fat on each side. Horrible curiosity let her hands wander further back once she'd checked to make sure the staircase was vacant of anyone who could see her shame.

The shocked noble woman was not surprised to find that her once taut little bubble butt had changed a bit, but she was horrified it had taken more than its fair share of fat from her years of sloth and gluttony. In her memory, Katelyn had two perfectly round cheeks that gold coins could bounce off of, but her in the now her hands felt something quite different. Her fingers felt two heavy cheeks that were pillow soft and gave no hint of muscle tone, even worse through the thin fabric of her dress she felt the tell tale marks of cellulite, that dread harbinger of laziness and obesity having covered her once pert cheeks. An attempt to flex them, to find some trace of firmness merely brought on a painful cramp. They were much wider and lower than she'd expected, such that Katelyn couldn't tell where her fat ass ended and her chubby muffin top and plump thighs began. With mounting horror she realized that while her waist had gained plentifully, her rear end and hips had expanded drastically. Some how she'd somehow become a pear shape!

Breathing heavily, the Chancellor began walking up the last stairs to the queen's armory, needing the time to ready herself. She risked a quick check of her breasts as she ascended the stairs, finding the once firm little B cups had swollen into much softer Cs. They were also starting to sag a bit as she neared thirty and lost any shred of muscle tone in her shoulders. She felt that her nipples were pointing downwards already and that her breasts were nowhere near as full as they'd been years earlier.

With a deep breathe Katelyn took a step up the last stair, glimpsing a plump woman across from her. She let the air out in a gasp as she realized she stared in a mirror, raising up a hand to cover her mouth and realizing her once slim fingers had grown thick and meaty as well. Her hips were wider than she had thought and a quick turn to the side showed her paunch and plump butt made her profile no better. Her belt seemed comically sung, fat oozing out from under and over it and as she automatically loosened it she found she was on the last notch of her belt. With the mirror she found that her breasts had taken nowhere near a fair percentage of the weight and that she'd need a much more supportive bodice. No crowsfeet or early wrinkles showed on her face thankfully, but her once high cheek bones were more a suggestion in her rounder face and a double chin showed every direction she looked save down, when it had a third friend.

Disgusted at herself, Katelyn marveled that she hadn't noticed how near obscene her gown was. The blue contrasted well with her pale skin, far paler than the once bronzed girl had thought, but it was skin tight. Her belly button outline was visible through it, as was the hefty split of her rear. She'd known it was getting a bit snug and realized with horror that a month ago it had been loose, just as the gown it had replaced had been loose a few months before. Ideas that she'd gained fifteen, maybe twenty pounds vanished at the realization that she was at least forty five pounds over her old weight. Worst of all she realized she was ravenously hungry, despite having eaten a large luncheon less than an hour ago.

She bit down herself hatred, adjusted her hair and wiped the sweat off her reddened face. Katelyn would deal with the shocking realization that she'd acquired the body of a middle aged matron later, probably by either eating herself sick or falling into the strong arms of her boyfriend who hadn't even mentioned her softness. She had a job to do, which was to prevent a horrible realization from harming her friend Queen Rachel.

After all, if Katelyn, a slim girl of some small beauty, had taken the gain of a mere fifty pounds as horrible, how would Rachel, an impossibly vain woman once noted as one of the most beautiful in the world, come to terms with having put on three hundred? The Queen would have to be persuaded to not ride out with her knights, as if a horse could carry her, not attempt to have her armor put on her, no smith on earth could alter plate designed for the most graceful of women into one that would fit her obscene rolls of fat, not have a sword long rusted into its sheath be connected with four belts to fit around her and be redirected away from challenging matters of state towards some comforting banquet tables loaded with food.

'At least,' Katelyn thought as she entered the armor and saw the blob like woman before her, who's immense sagging breasts seemed as large as her Chancellor's torso had once been, 'I'll look thin in comparison.'

[robby84263]

Sexy as always! Would you perhaps continue and expand this into a longer story?

[snr6424]

Very nice. I'll certainly encourage anything that serves as a catalyst. I've been struggling a lot lately myself with making any sort of progress with my stories.

[Batman76]

Since it was asked for, a second part:

High Mage Allison was researching as she had been for five years.

She'd forgotten what exactly it was she'd been researching, having read nothing but trashy romance novels for four years, but she was certainly in research mode. Rather than the skin tight, hip hugging, mid riff bearing leather tights (buried deep in her closet) she wore when adventuring or the plunging, tightly cut, high slit ted dresses she wore at court or in town to show off her spectacular legs and tits, Allison had her research garb on. This consisted of a pair of thong panties and an open bathrobe.

The Mage lay across her sofa, magically popping chocolates into her mouth and leafing through a bodice ripper without lifting a finger. She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, which generally meant sex, followed by wheezing for several seconds.

'Come in!' Allison purred, the door opening at her word as she opened her gown to reveal her glorious figure for maximum effect.

Katelyn was revealed. Sweating, red faced, gasping for air, and looking middle aged and fat. The once slim and chipper girl now had a waddle, her slender hips were fat and childbearing and a badly strained belt bisecting her soft ball of a tummy. Her once pert little tits had started sagging like she'd had five children nurse off them, something Allison could believe by her plump figure.

'Katy darling, when did you get so fat?'

'Shut...shut up...' The chancellor asked, 'I'm just a bit out of condition!'

'You look like you've aged ten years and spent the whole time eating. Did a witch curse you? I can fix that!'

'Its been five years Allison,' the chancellor explained, plopping onto a chair with a groan, 'you've been up here for five years with only a succession knights errant with hard ons going in and knights with smiles going out.'

'I guess it has been a while,' the Mage said, stretching and letting too perfect breasts, each twice as large, firm and high as Katelyns, fall free, 'so, what have you been doing besides eating?'

Katelyn glared at her friend, hating her for keeping her shape and improving it with the help of magic. Her face was disturbingly perfect and symmetrical, heart shaped with big green eyes and curly red hair. Spectacular breasts, higher than Kate's had ever been, hung over a tiny washboard stomach which flared suddenly to round hips. Her legs and arms were smooth and shapely, without muscle tone or need of it. This was a woman built for sex and beauty and with her hate Katelyn felt her libido rise.

'Running the country while you laze about,' the chancellor huffed, 'and I've seen how you eat. Without magic you'd be big as a barn, speaking of which, the queen has gotten wider than she is tall.'

'Well that was the plan wasn't it?' asked Allison, 'make her fat and focused on eating so you can rule and I can relax a bit?'

'The problem is the dumb part has worn off,' Kate explained, 'she realizes she's spent five years as a glutton and is pissed as all hells. She's put a bounty of her new weight in gold to whoever fixes her and finds the person who cursed her, which by the way was you. I sent a messenger two hours ago, but he stumbled back downstairs with an idiot grin on his face after thirty minutes.'

'Oh yes, he was nice. So, I'll just curse her again I suppose?'

'It won't work, she's been proofed now, wearing a curse proof amulet around her neck. You'll need to find another way, or we hang!'

'Ugh, that sounds like work.'

[hydraman18]

Glad to see you're back in action!

[robby84263]

Thank you very much for this great sequel!

I hope that you will write more sequels. How awesome it would be if Allison finally began to gain weight and gradually, step by step, grew fat, too!

Did Allison cast a spell that transfers the excess calories that Allison eats into Queen Rachel's body? If the spell wears off over time, Allisons appetite might begin to blow her up. – Well, this is just me dreaming…Anyway, keep up your good work!