Epic

[Batman76]

I had some free time today and some thoughts buzzing around my head.When the story ideas buzz and I have time, I can write for hours every day. But other times I don't have anything for weeks.

[CyrilFiggus2]

Damn, looks like everything is coming up Regina!  I do hope there's a way to mend the damage done to these lovely ladies though--as fun as it is to see them get fat and frisky, it's sad to see them corrupted so.

[Batman76]

she'll get her come uppin's eventually.

[>_< 0_0]

This story could go anywhere! It feels like two stories so far, but surely they’ll collide sometime 

[Batman76]

17 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

This story could go anywhere! It feels like two stories so far, but surely they’ll collide sometime 

Appreciate it. Its going to tighten a bit. Expect things to speed up a little after the next trio of chapters (Sia, Mor'wen,Regina) finishes up.

I've got a chapter for today, but then no more for a while due to some schedule changes.

Chapter 19: Recovery

Sia, the fleetest paladin within the King's Guard, collapsed forwards onto her belly after a punishing run of perhaps a third of a mile.

It was the end of the four week exercise moratorium Mor'wen had issued and the Paladin meant to make the most of it. Her body on the other hand didn't seem so thrilled, given the stitch in her side, the chafing burn of her thighs and the sweat coating her panty/bra clad rolls. Never before had she encountered such agony training, her months spent supine and gorged having rendered her unfit for even the most minor exercise. All her body wanted was to quit, to throw itself on a couch and begin eating, to give into Mor'wens taunts about staying fat.

But Sia, despite being mostly fat at the moment, kept going.

Groaning, Sia flopped over onto her back and put her stiff arms behind her head. Knees rising and forming crevices of sweaty meat across her midriff, the Paladin began sit ups. Before two months ago Sia had been able to do a hundred in a minute easily, but with weak muscles and so much flab to fight against? It took a full ten minutes to do that many and by the end her midriff felt like it was on fire. Ready to scream, the Paladin managed to stand, stabs of pain moving through her abdomen and arms and started to run again.

 

It was a graceless, miserable jog that slowed continuously. Sia used every bit of her will to keep her body moving, controlling her panicky breathing as her out of condition lungs tried to hyper ventilate. Every step seemed slower than the last, her pained legs complaining of the movement, their beefy length seeming to get heavier with each step, until, half way up a steep slope of tunnel, she fell to the ground, scraping her knees. Barely able to think, Sia lay sweating for a full fifteen minutes before she got her breath back and slowly, agonizingly managed to get up.

 

Standing, she began doing squats, focusing on good form over speed. Already over burdened knees and hips began complaining, while her too small panties began pulling tighter between her cushiony ass cheeks with every motion. Seams began to strain, then tear until at last on her twenty fourth squat the fabric failed entirely along one over soft cheek and hung like the banner of a surrendering castle, exposing the fat knight’s modesty.

 

Covered in sweat, trembling with exhaustion and barely able to breathe, the exhausted Paladin slumped to her plump knees and considered her hideous decline.

 

Knighthood had been Sia’s life and she’d dedicated herself to it body and soul. Every morning had begun well before dawn, with a prayer for forgiveness and strength followed by a punishing three mile run at full speed. After a light breakfast, heavy in eggs for their protein, the Aasimar had begun the serious exercises: practicing with sword and Lance in full armor, both on foot and while riding horses, against static targets and sparring with other King’s Guard; boxing, wrestling, climbing, swimming, more running (this time in armor) and all of this was before noon and the team drills done then. The only breaks in this pattern of exertion had been the six shifts a week spent guarding the king and several of those had been spent sparring with her half sibling.

 

As a result, her body had been a finally tuned machine of lean muscle and combat instinct. Sia had been rock hard from toe to finger tip, possessed of a drive and endurance that other Knights and holy warriors found disturbing. Her Angelic spark had made her stronger than almost any other woman in the kingdom, able to not only keep up with but surpass most of the men in the King’s Guard ranks. There was a reason why she was the King’s Champion, she was the best blade sworn to the King, a lioness ready to pounce on any foe. Her skill had slain several assassins in the Capitol, clan groups of beast mutant's in forest campaigns and in the ambush that had slain the King an entire battalion of demons.

 

Now though?

 

Now she was a chunky blob, the hard body created by all that exercise worn away in a coma and then buried forever in dough that she herself had piled atop it. She was starting completely from scratch, worse than scratch really for no new recruit had been as porky as Sia was now. Any sign of her prior expertise was gone, even the runners and weight lifter’s callouses had vanished, making her hands and feet soft and sensitive.

 

When she had run that pitifully short distance, Sia had felt her inflated thighs chafe against each other with every shortened step. Her pace had been slowed even more by the extra weight hurting her knees and the off balance wobbling of her shelf ass and child bearing hips. The lower distribution of her body was humiliating, a parody of her former runner’s build. Her pace had been pathetic, her endurance a joke. So out of condition was she that it was impossible for her to pass the qualifying trials to begin training in the Kingsguard, much less be one.

 

Despair filled the Paladin, making her shining blue eyes dim. She couldn’t claim the kingdom like this, defeat the legions of demons ready to over throw it with the physique of a gravid sow. Why not stay here in Stygian comfort and be hand fed by a gorgeous fae, let herself gorge constantly until she was so ridiculously blubbery movement was beyond her? Happy hedonism beckoned her, Mor’wen would protect and feed her, worship her porcelain tides of fat that would grow off of her…

 

‘No...I will reclaim the kingdom,’ Sia grunted, spasming arms screaming as she pushed herself to a kneeling position, ‘By Io, I will regain my strength. Io, let me continue to train in your name! Banish this tiredness from my limbs and let me become myself again!’

 

The Paladin’s perfectly pale skin began to shine white, while her blue eyes glowed bright enough to see in the dark. For a moment the tunnel lit up and her body cast a winged shadow. Despair fled her mind, pursued by a mighty vigor that suffused her entire body. Damaged muscle fibers flexed, days worth of healing and repair done in seconds and were suddenly stronger a days worth of exercise, while the blisters on her feet and the scrapes on her knees healed.

 

‘Io thank you,’ Sia said, heart thrilling with the favor of the successful prayer, ‘I will not let you down.’

 

By noon the Paladin had repeated the entire process of exercising herself to exhaustion and then restoring herself with a prayer thrice and some instinct told her another prayer wouldn't be answered today. She was covered with sweat, her bra was near transparent against her somewhat floppy breasts now, and somewhere along the line she’d ripped away the ruins of her linen panties to exercise in the mostly buff. But her muscles tingled with new strength and the thrill that came after exercise poured through her.

 

‘I can do this,’ Sia said to herself as she did a cool down walk down the hallway, ‘I can regain my strength with my faith. I will return to myself before I know it!’

 

Her belly groaned in hunger right after she said that and she put a hand to its flabby surface to quiet it. She’d skipped the three or four customary lunches today and her spoiled digestive tract was angry about it. The Paladin stepped into a small sitting chamber, using the growing connection she had with the magical tunnel complex to summon some roasted venison, carrots and apple juice for herself.

 

‘Alright, perhaps not quickly. And perhaps I will not be so thin again,’ the Paladin admitted as she ate, ‘I’ve gotten used to being a big eater and there is the promise Mor’wen and I made together. If she is willing to become human and forgo a fae’s grace for my desires, even for a while, I can put up with some weight.’

 

She looked down at her swollen arms. If her flabby biceps and dangling triceps hadn’t been sacks of fat the Paladin’s limb would have been immensely strong. She pinched the thick layers of useless flesh and considered words Mor’wen had said, that the fat was little more than potential muscle.

 

‘Perhaps I will not be so fleet of foot again. I can accept such a fate, but what I lack in speed perhaps I can make up for in strength?’ Sia asked herself, ‘If I can turn a third or even a quarter of this bulk into muscle I would be stronger than I’ve ever been.’

 

It made sense when she thought about it. There were many Knights, not those of the king's guard, who were skilled fighters despite bearing a feaster’s gut. And if she became Queen successfully she would have to forego some of her exercise time just to run the nation. Yes, best to focus upon building strength and endurance. She was fat enough she’d not be swift again, but she could be strong and enduring. Perhaps that's would be better even, now instead of having a body desired by every man in the city she would be looked on as beautiful only by the love of her life due to the thick sheath of fat coating her.

 

As it was, even though she had to admit she didn’t particuarly like being so weak or being fed, she didn't mind the soft cushioning or warmth of her new self. Once she was strong and fit beneath all the bulk, Sia thought she’d be happy with herself. Especially once Mor’wen had become nice and plump again.

 

The thought of the Fae as she was now, with slender legs, somewhat soft belly and big full breasts brought a quiver of warmth to her clit. Much less thinking of her belly growing out and out into an ankle length apron that the nymph’s clumsy ham-hock knees would bounce into when she tried to walk. The idea of Mor’wen being so fat that she could barely move made Sia want to touch herself, but although she’d lost much of her chagrin about being attracted to women and masturbating, she had other tasks to do with the last of her strength today.

 

‘I need to start weapons training again, before my skills completely desert me,’ the recovering Paladin said, standing up from her seat with less effort than she had the day before, ‘and I’m sure there’s an armory here.’

 

Trained to fight as she had been, Sia could almost smell the armory’s location. She limbered up as she walked, finding herself even clumsier than she’d thought given her unbalanced bulk, often almost falling over after completing a lunge. Although Sia was unsure how fat she had grown in the last weeks, the sessions of stuffing, magical digestion and being stuffed again had done a number to her body and her once narrow hips were nearer fifty inches than forty anymore going by the seamstress tape she had found.

 

‘Perhaps a sword would not suit someone as graceless as I’ve become,’ she admitted after the third time of almost falling onto her rump, ‘when I can recover it, my relic blade will have to be a back up weapon.’

 

The armory was a large room, a cavern almost as big as the dining room. Racks of weapons stood hung on the walls, still gleaming under long layers of dust, all of it of fae make: leaf shaped short swords of bronze, long spears with intricate drake blades made of volcanic glass and immense axes built from some heavy wood, along side many racks of bows and endless collections of arrows. There were also mannequins bearing suits of armor, green suits of lamellar made from the shed scales of green dragons that could probably stop a ballista bolt.

 

Sia lifted one scaled vest up, finding that a marble statue was beneath the armor, and whistled at its lightness, it weighed no more than a shirt of linen. And would have been uncomfortably snug when she was thin too, right now she doubted her thigh could fit into the narrow torso of the armor. It was probably for either a nymph or an elf, one of the more common fae that the Nymph's used as guards. Putting it aside, the sedentary woman looked over the Weapons for something to use.

 

The swords were very short, she preferred a longer blade and was too bulky to use even its grace. Axes were graceless so she ignored them as well, but stopped in front of a pole arm that hung alone on the wall. It was a glaive, a spear made for cutting and thrusting. The shaft was six feet and the head, made out of a heavy jade added another foot.

 

Sia took it down and swung it about, finding it incredibly light and seeming to hum when she cut with it. She went through a few basic forms for pole arms, finding that her mind easily recalled them but that when her body tried to follow a fold of fat invariably got in the way. Persisting onwards despite that, Sia continued with the long drill for almost an hour, finding ways to work around her lazy softness until her arms shook with tiredness and her palms were sweaty.

 

‘Io I think this is a weapon for me,’ Sia smiled, the Aasimar finishing with a salute towards an imaginary audience.

 

She blushed when she noticed that the glaive’s head showed intricate reliefs of elves and Nymph's locked in ecstatic sexual embrace. The pornographic pictorials were masterpieces on their own, showing every conceivable position and act, many of them featuring feedin and bondage. Which, aside from arousing her, reminded her of how Mor’wen had been heavily hinting that tonight would be the night she finally considered Sia strong enough for…

 

‘By Io, she’s surely awake by now,’ the paladin said, ‘she’ll be furious if I’m late!’

 

She went to put away the spear, only to be blocked as the armored mannequins stepped down from their pedestals in lock step. Her brow rose in surprise and she raised the glaive in tired arms as the suits of armor pressed, zombie like, towards her. She fought back, giving ground as the horde closed in on her with silent menace, the glaive bursting into flames as she was threatened. Skilled blows hit the gaps in their armor, destroying the stone beneath it and causing the stone guardians to collapse.

 

But their armor was tough, stronger than plate, and Sia’s arms were both weak from disuse and exhausted from sudden progress. When she stabbed one creature, its neighbors grabbed hold of the spear shaft and pulled her weapon away. The paladin turned to run and tripped over her clumsy feet, falling to the sanded floor of the training ground with a puff of sand and a grunt of pain.

 

Cramps shot up her arms as she tried to rise and the creatures seized her arms. Before she knew it, Sia was bound hand and foot and then slung under several spear shafts and hauled from the room by a squad of mannequins. Hanging like a pig, the knight tried to struggle but could not move an inch it seemed, making herself do nothing but swing to the side as the procession went through the tunnels.

 

‘Release me! I demand you release me! I am Sia, guest in these halls and lover of Mor’wen!’ She ordered, but the statues continued into the dining chamber, carrying her up the tiers of tables to the very highest one.

 

A regal figure sat enthroned, firm, shapely legs crossed beneath a netted body suit of transparent black lace from ankle to neck, showing the nude glory of her body and shimmering as each crisis cross of lace bore a small black diamond. Mor’wen gazed imperiously down her long nose at her, long, mobile Crimson hair wound into a braid around a golden crown that was nearly two feet high. With her hair up the Nymph’s inhumanity was more apparent: the point of her chin was too sharp and the heart face too symmetrical, her eyes were too large and the amber irises too big, while the point of her ears was obvious. When she smiled, the sharp points of her white teeth showed. She was the very image of a Fae Queen: taciturn, mercurial, seductive and cruel.

 

The effect was spoiled only by how the fae’s still somewhat chubby stomach pressed sinfully tight against the gown and how her face still had a little double chin.

 

‘Ah, a thief in my halls,’ Mor’wen said coldly, ‘what has she stolen captain?’

 

The statue walked forwards, holding up the glaive.

 

‘Ah, the Spear of the Burning Growth. Tsk-tsk,’ the nymph sighed, ‘only a hero is fit to bear that weapon. Are you a hero, little human?’

 

She winked an amber eye conspiratorially at her bound lover, and whispered ‘play along.’

 

What was this? Some sort of game of the fae’s? As the nymph uncrossed her legs, revealing a pink, dripping wet pussy, Sia felt her question answered. Her confusion gave way to lust and she licked her lips.

 

‘Umm...yes. I am, um...the Queen of Savonna,’ Sia said hesitantly, ‘and um, I need the spear to free my people.’

 

‘I doubt it,’ the Nymph sniffed, ‘I have heard the queen of Savonna is a big woman of tremendous appetites, both carnal and for food. You are clearly an imposter going by how thin you are. I shall prove this now, by stuffing you until you are too big to move! Captain, bind her to the feeding table!’

 

Sia let herself be untied and retied with soft leather bands to a large table, angled upward's. If needed she could easily free herself, but as of now she was comfortable as Mor’wen got off her throne and sashayed down wards very carefully on six inch heels. Although she was losing weight by the day despite her fat girl meals, the Nymph's lace gown had been made for someone at least twenty pounds thinner. Her tan skin pressed through it like a sausage casing and around her breasts and hips a few miniscule pieces had torn.

 

Walking alongside Sia, Mor’wen’s long hand ran up the paladin’s tubby thighs, pinching and pinching. Sighing in disgust, she began finger the bulge of her hip, squeezing the fat in her entire hand.

 

‘Such a pitifully thin creature,’ Mor’wen huffed, ‘and the temerity to try and steal that glaive! It can only be used by the consort of the duchess of autumn. And you are too thin and weak to claim that! I will punish you for your temerity! Guards! Bring me pie!’

 

A line of mannequins gathered, each holding a platter bearing a steaming pie: Apple, cherry, black berry cobbler, peach cobbler, apricot, pear, a fortune of sugar, shortening and spice. Mor’wen’s athletic thighs tense and she jumped atop the table, several strands of spider silk ripping along her round hips with a rain of jewels. Uncaring, she straddled Sia’s chest, hips resting on the paladin’s paunch and reached for a pie and scooped the steaming desert out with her hand, stuffing it into Sia’s face.

 

‘Eat you skinny thief! Eat until you can steal no more!’ Mor’wen yelled loudly, messily feeding her.

 

Sia ate automatically, feeling her belly swell as the cherry pie vanished. Not caring that all her hard work today would have been undone by such unhealthy fare, the hopeful Queen swallowed it down at Mor’wen’s urging. A good deal of the food landed on Sia’s chubby tits, surely by intention.

 

‘My chef has out done themselves!’ Mor’wen claimed, noisily sucking filling off her fingers, ‘it isn’t right that only a thief gets to taste it.’

 

She ripped the sweaty fabric of Sia’s bra off and began noisily licking at the sticky concoction. Sia felt waves of pleasure radiate outwards and her nipples hardened when Mor’wen began sucking them. She moaned and sighed, straining against the bonds but not too hard.

 

‘Guard’s more pie, the pig groans for more!’ Mor’wen said, trying not to giggle.

 

It became a cycle. Sia was messily fed, more and more food coating her tits and then Mor’wen sucked her tits clean, sucking on her nipples until she was at the verge of orgasming and then releasing her. After one pie she was full, after the second she was ready to pop but Mor’wen cast her by now familiar spell and the pressure vanished, a new small layer of fat appearing across Sia’s body. Mor’wen blinked repeatedly after casting it, suddenly unsteady on her soft perch.

 

‘You okay?’ Sia asked.

 

‘Running a bit low on spells today,’ the enchantress said softly, before switching back to a haughty voice, ‘now silence pig! Your punishment must go on!’

 

‘Oh...have mercy on me, cruel fae Queen!’ Sia begged before another handful of pie filled her mouth.

 

Mor’wen got increasingly sloppy on the last two pies. Nearly half of them splattered onto Sia’s breasts and by the time she’d been sucked dry, the Nymph’s swollen belly was ready to burst through its netting. It was as big as it had been on the last day of fall, the gradual reduction into merely a chubby stomach undone to the point one of the strands around her belly had broken.

 

‘I feel satisfied with my own part of this,’ the full Nymph groaned to herself, mouth surrounded by a ring of pie filling, as she carefully got off of Mor’wen, ‘‘I will depart now...guards! Carry me to my bridal chamber, where I shall rest beside several pies and a potion that will turn me into a human woman if given to me right after an orgasm. Then apart from one guard who will stand with his back to the prisoner you may return to barracks. After all, it is not as though I am commanded by prophecy to wed whoever can make me burst out of this outfit and then come for five minutes in a row!’

 

Sia waited until Mor’wen had been carried out, counted to ten and ripped free of the table. The guard proved easier to defeat than her own body, the tiredness, full belly, near orgasmal experience and even more weight making herself hard to maneuver. But at the moment she had an amazing motivation...

 

[CyrilFiggus2]

That was wonderful!  Sia's efforts to get back into shape were such a delight, especially her wardrobe malfunction, and that role-playing was...mmm, that was perfection.

[Batman76]

1 hour ago, CyrilFiggus2 said:

That was wonderful!  Sia's efforts to get back into shape were such a delight, especially her wardrobe malfunction, and that role-playing was...mmm, that was perfection.

Ha, thanks for the kind words. I actually forgot part of the passage, curvage ate it in between updating: here's a rough approximation of what was lost, although the prayer part where Sia learn's lesser restoration has some of it:

"Io, Godess of Righteous Might and Holy Battle,' Sia panted, leaning against a wall because she didn't trust her flabby legs to get back up, 'forgive me my sins and failures. First and foremost, I have taken a lover without being married. She is also a she and a fae, one of the ancient tree peoples your followers have long waged war on, but in her defense she is often kind and doting, if a little unpredictable and controlling. And I can recall that you were always pictured being very close to the Goddess of Fertility and a great many of the Epic sagas have you two going on adventures together before your ascension...My apologies, I am going off track.'

The Paladin began again, 'Forgive me, for I have let the temple of my body fall into ruin. I have been a glutton, eating far beyond my fill only for pleasure even as my body swelled to the point of uselessness. I had been a proud arrow in your quiver, but now I am too immense to ever be let fly. My strong arms wobble, my strong chest is flabby, my hard stomach a paunch, my fleet legs plumper than sausages and I dare not even describe what has happened to my glutes. I have dozed and dazed and touched myself, all while being fed to bursting and enjoying every moment of it. I... ask for forgiveness. I have tried to run and felt ready to collapse after less than a mile. I have tried push ups and found my arms ceased obeying my body after two dozen. I do not ask to be made thin again, but I do ask for strength. Strength to protect your people, endurance to save them, if not for my sake but for theirs.

[>_< 0_0]

The Human Potion requires an orgasm as a catalyst? 🤔Sounds intentional. Whichever fae concocted it had a human kink for sure. Maybe submission too 🤔

[CyrilFiggus2]

Shame about that being eaten up--it's wonderful!  I love the idea of Sia being very TMI about her prayers.  Just rambling on and on...

[Batman76]

This took forever to do. But I've left this story sit too long and have big plans after this speed bump...

 

'Sweet Io...sweet Io...sweet Io...that was worth the wait,' the Paladin groaned to herself, trying and failing to sit up.

Mor'wen put a hand on her chest, reflexively giving a tit squeeze, and forced the doughy Aasimar back to the sweat covered bed. Both women were coated in perspiration, their unathletic bodies utterly unprepared for the marathon of lovemaking the pair had put them through. Sia in particular was near hyperventilating and the nymph's sensitive ears could hear her lover's heart hammering like a ram against a castle gate.

With a small mount of lethargy on her own part, Mor'wen put a firm thigh over Sia's hips and gradually rolled into a sitting position. It was difficult considering the Nymph's own exhausted state and the increasing width of her lover's hips. Fully nude and having taken half a dozen of Mor'wen's fat distribution spells, the paladin's full pear shape was well on display. Bulging thighs, sausage cankles, keg like ass cheeks, catapult ball wide hips...

'You've gotten wide my love,' the nymph smiled and leaned forwards to plant a sticky sweet kiss on Sia's lips, 'wide and soft and lazy and oh so plump.'

Almost immediately, their food packed bellies brushed gently together, sliding along each other with a silky rasp, making both paladin and druid groan with a mix of pain and pleasure. Mor'wen felt her eyes roll back into her head, not even in the early, depression eating fueled days of her early exile had she eaten so much and been so full.

'You've corrupted me,' the paladin groaned at the pressure on her overloaded stomach, still full even after Mor'wen had exhausted her spells for the day, 'I'll never be able to be a knight like this...'

'No, but you'll be a queen,' the Nymph said, shivering as their breasts touched in a mix of pain and joy, 'a great queen, powerful and strong and ...padded.'

Her nipples hurt, soft agonies that came from being sucked and twisted far too hard. She knew she should have stopped, should have told Sia to stop, but Green Goddess it had felt so good at the time. Sia wasn't much better and her breasts were covered in small bite marks let when the Nymph had gotten a bit crazy.

There were something like forty hickies across Sia's pale, plump body. And bruises where Mor'wens strong thighs had squeezed too hard in joy. All of this had accumulated after Sia had run out of healing and libidinous spells as well, four or five times that had been removed with magic. Add in the severe case of dehydration from the twelve hour marathon session and Mor'wen had been right to wait until Sia was strong enough to take it.

Not that Mor'wen looked much better. Most of her body suit had been ripped away in the midst of passion and little diamonds had gotten everywhere. She paused and pulled one annoying chunk of carbon out from under her left breast, thoughtlessly throwing it to the side.

'Tell me, how does it feel to be thoroughly de-virginafied?' she asked, her prehensile hair massaging the paladin's abused flesh.

'Good?' Sia groaned, trying to find the strength to throw the overfed Nymph off her hips and failing, 'No...amazing. That was what heaven must feel like...but...'

'But what?' Mor'wen asked, a note of concern in her voice.

It had been several hundred years since her last go around. Yes she'd been out of practice but had she fucked up fucking her up?

'I'd prefer you to be fatter next time,' Sia smiled, tilting her head to the side table of their cavernous room.

There, glowing faintly pink, lay a tall glass bottle of thick liquid. Mor'wen felt a shiver of fear looking at it. It represented the difference between immortality and mortality, but also between curvy, chubby, delightful weight gain and skinny, fit, miserable weight loss. Swallowing, the nymph slid off of her exhausted lover and padded over to the bottle. She picked it up with her hair like it weighed a hundred pounds and grudgingly brought it up to her lips.

'You don't have to if you don't want to,' Sia said earnestly, 'listen, if its too scary...'

'No, just...just remember you can't diet? Alright?' Mor'wen said quickly and before she could change her mind, downed the whole bottle so fast she could barely taste it.

There was no sudden flash, no burst of mortality. Instead she felt fine.

'Did I mess up making it?' she asked herself, only for the bottle to suddenly fall to the floor.

Her hair hung limp, unable to grasp anything. To Mor'wen's shock and horror, she couldn't feel one strand of her long crimson locks! She held up the heavy, dead strands and watched as their vibrant color dimmed to a mortal, all too achievable auburn. Every color in the room seemed to drain away, becoming washed out pastels as her fae vision faded away.

'Oh no, oh no,' Mor'wen gasped.

Her connection to magic, already weak, snapped away to nothing.

And as a final insult, her pert, firm chest suddenly sagged, tits flapping heavily against her stomach.

[swahilimonkfish]

"thoroughly de-virginafied"

This story was worth it for that line alone. But I love Morwen and Sia as a couple, and their delightful power dynamic. I could read about these two all days, and I'm so glad you resuscitated this story

[CyrilFiggus2]

Looks like our leading ladies have made the most of their time off!  I can only imagine that the room around them is thoroughly wrecked; hopefully Mor'wen doesn't need magic to control her golem servants.  And poor thing--I can't imagine what that shift must be like.

[>_< 0_0]

I’m worried Mor’wen won’t be able to undo the potion 🤭 Then again, what if she could gain a replacement source of power? One that had weight gain side effects when used perhaps? 🤔😏

[Batman76]

On May 5, 2019 at 1:20 AM, swahilimonkfish said:

"thoroughly de-virginafied"

This story was worth it for that line alone. But I love Morwen and Sia as a couple, and their delightful power dynamic. I could read about these two all days, and I'm so glad you resuscitated this story

Thanks! Big things are planned...

 

On May 5, 2019 at 10:02 AM, CyrilFiggus2 said:

Looks like our leading ladies have made the most of their time off!  I can only imagine that the room around them is thoroughly wrecked; hopefully Mor'wen doesn't need magic to control her golem servants.  And poor thing--I can't imagine what that shift must be like.

I'll go into more detail later on that...it will be a mixed bag for her...

 

19 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

I’m worried Mor’wen won’t be able to undo the potion 🤭 Then again, what if she could gain a replacement source of power? One that had weight gain side effects when used perhaps? 🤔😏

Perhaps...

[Batman76]

The Queen's power grows, pt 1 of ?

'I opened the closet door and her mouth was...,' Lillian looked around conspiratorially, and whispered 'Sosa was sucking his dick!'

 

'Oh, how scandalous,' Queen Regina smiled to herself, enjoying both the privacy of her chambers and the attentive gossip of her favorite pet.

 

'And it had cream and chocolate all over it,' the lady in waiting continued with impish glee, 'as if she wasn't getting fat enough!'

 

'Yes, she's gotten a bit plump hasn't she?' Regina continued with false kindness.

 

'A bit? Sosa's got tits like a cow and arms like a bar keep!,' Lillian giggled in glee, 'every time she breathes I hear seams pop. I think they're bigger than her head now and they sag like my mother's unless she's got a corset on. It's only a matter of time before her bodice pops open at court.'

 

'Some people cannot control themselves can they?' Regina said, leaning over and offering a bowl, 'candies?'

 

Regina was leaning a little easier these days. Only one corset was needed to hide the bulge in her figure and the investment on her ladies in waiting had already almost paid itself off. In the past several weeks she'd lost a full fourteen pounds and had never been happier to see 143 lbs on the scale...especially given she could eat like a piglet with all the excess going to her ladies.

 

Who really didn't need help gaining.

 

'Oh of course!' The greedy girl said, taking almost half the bowl in one heaping handful and then wolfing them down, 'wouldn't' want Sosa to take them, at the rate she's gaining...'

 

Sosa was indeed packing it on. No exercise, a literally diabolically skilled feeder boyfriend, weight gain drugs in her wine, an unending cavalcade of food and a phantom pregnancy had buried her swords woman muscles in butter. Immense, increasingly sensitive breasts pressed dangerously against all her clothes. Her firm stomach had a noticeable paunch growing in their shadow and her graceful legs were noticeably chunky. Once impressive arms now had bingo wings that wobbled like an old woman' says she ate. Even better than the physical changes, Regina noticed that her pride and courage had deflated accordingly. She stood with a slouch, spoke increasingly softly and had trouble meeting the eye of others, letting her boyfriend do the talking and choosing.

 

'Oh yes, some girls come to court and lose their figures,' the Queen smiled, 'some event get ...pregnant.'

 

Lillian Looked a bit queasy at that. As she should, given that the diminutive scholar had been the first of the ladies to get her cherry popped by an incubus' hot load. A once reliable period was three weeks late and the stress was only fueling Lillian's of control gluttony. 

 

'Yeah...some...some girls just lose all control,' Lillian Said hesitantly.

 

'Yes, they take a man to bed and then their period is late,' Regina said evilly, 'then...they start throwing up in the morning.'

 

Lillian Had awoken every morning the last week puking into a chamber pot and appropriately turned green.

 

'Then their breasts start to swell,' Regina said, eyeing how Lillian Was on the verge of at last breaking out of a very modest bodice, engorged nipples pressed tight against the near transparent fabric and that its button was hanging by a thread, 'and then they grow a big belly...'

 

Lillian Relaxed a bit, 'well, I wouldn't know what that was like.'

 

Regina smiled deeply, uncaring about the wrinkles, 'of course not, a lot of girls put on  Weight at court, but not you.'

 

 Lillian Had come to court at 5' nothing and weighing exactly one hundred pounds. Out of her mother's control in the weeks since, waited on hand and foot, pampered and spoiled with thrice daily orgasms her only exercise, she'd ballooned up a little more than fifty pounds. Her delicate face was past cherubic and now almost porcine, with round, bulging red cheeks, increasingly piggish eyes and a sagging set of jowls under her chin. Tiny arms were pillowy soft, with clumsy fingers suitable only for transferring candy from bowl to mouth. No longer flat chested, her tiny breasts had gone from pert A to saggy, veiny, near painfully swollen Cs two weeks from leaking milk. 

 

Best of all her belly had gone from a tiny, barely 20'' wasp waist to a bulging, flabby 32'' pot belly when empty, which it never was save right after morning sickness. She hadn't seen her feet in a week, going by her mismatched shoes, and had no idea of the bands of angry red stretch marks around its usually turgid surface. Having long out grown her clothes, The Queen had granted the now fat girl a great deal of imperial waisted dresses, they came with the dual benefit of being highly unflattering to a girl with such a big belly and so comfortable they allowed the porky young woman to eat to her heart's content

 

'Yes, they're such a load of pigs!' Lillian Laughed, 'Annette tried to dance yesterday and was so out of breath she had to stop after a couple minutes, then got leg cramps and twisted her ankle when she tried again!'

 

'Really? That Annette?'  Regina asked, as if she didn't know the 6'2 ballerina who had come to court with perfect legs.

 

'Yes, that Annette,' Lillian Giggled, having taken the chocolate bowl and almost emptied it,  'and she wears pants so tight though I can tell she's got cellulite now!  Cellulite all over her chubby thighs and cankles! I can't believe how big she's gotten! She's the fattest girl here!'''

 

Annette had indeed gained quite a bit of weight, almost more than anyone else and it more than made up for the atrophy of her once perfect dancer's muscle, losing in weeks what it had taken years to earn. Every pair of pants she struggled into bore chafing tears around the thighs in a matter of hours and shed burst several buttons and ripped out several ass seams thanks to her puffy FUPA and sagging behind. She was the fattest hand maid...Save for Lillian, who after a cravings and libido fueled sex romp the night before had pulled into the lead, once her overworked stomach had digested a small orchard of chocolate oranges into a new roll.

 

''How can she not notice?' Lillian Giggled through a full mouth, 'is she dumb?'

 

Regina didn't tell Lillian That yes, Annette was dumb enough to think she still had a dancers physique. But so was Lillian.  The wine they guzzled was laced with a special sedative that both blinded them to their own weight gain and dumbed them down significantly. The once near genius Lillian, who had passed the wizard university's initial entrance exams with flying colors a few months before, had an attention span small as her self control and would find herself only semi-literate now if she tried to read. But she'd figure that out if she remembered to take the next tests.

 

"But I'm glad you've noticed girls have a tendency to gain weight," Regina told her portly spy, 'because my daughter is coming to court and well...Id like your help to play a little joke on her.'

 

'Really? I love pranks," Lillian smiled.

 

"You see, she's always been so skinny and I think it'd be lovely if she fattened up just a bit..."

[>_< 0_0]

Regina has a daughter!? I wonder if scheming, manipulative, plotting runs in the family?

[Batman76]

Pt 2 of ?

Princess Cria swept into court's dining room in a tide of gleaming silks behind the bouncing of her tits and the click of her high heels, stopping across  from a heavily laden table.

'Cria my daughter, you look ...stunning,' Regina said softly.

To say she was stunning was understatement, the Princess was so gorgeous it hurt. At nineteen she was an image of the first blush of youth: a little taller than average, effortlessly slim and unhindered by the slightest sag, bulge or crease. Clearly her mother's daughter she had Queen Regina's oval face, green eyes and upturned nose, but with perfectly smooth fair skin that lacked any wrinkle or scar. Her golden hair gleamed like the royal treasury wished it could, shampooed and scented blonde coils of impossible volume that went down to her calves and three servants were paid to do nothing but brush.

And her body, it fucking hurt Regina to notice how good her daughter's body was.

Cria's perfectly smooth legs, exposed by a dress that barely covered her privates, were longer than hers had ever been and her thighs didn't even try to touch each other as she strode in. Her hips had a tight, firm roundness to them that instantly put every man who saw her in the mood, for she had a body made to knock up. She had an unconscious sway to her step that almost drove Regina into a berserk rage just seeing her walk.

'Mother, you look fat,' Cria said immediately and without a hint of respect, raising an eyebrow without fear of forehead wrinkles, 'finally stopped wearing a corset to hide your chub?'

Regina's face went red with anger. It was impossible to deny she was carrying quite a few pounds more than when her daughter had last stirred herself from her mansion and her dress showed it: a low cut, skin tight white number that clung tight to her still chubby belly, which had split into a few small rolls as she sat down on her chair.

'I've put on a few pounds Cria,' she admitted, hiding both her glee that her daughter had taken the bait under anger, 'you might have noticed I'm running a kingdom since your brother died. Exercise hasn't been at the top of my to do list.'

Cria in comparison to Regina's still sloppy waist, with its fupa, tummy bulge and love handles, had a stomach with so little body fat she had a four pack of hard muscle. Not that she'd done a thing to earn that tiny waist, all of it was youth and magical stimulation.

'And your tits look droopy. Didn't you used to warn me about that?' Cria smiled, nodding her head towards Regina's slightly swollen chest which, without a bra was looking a bit downcast.

In comparison...Cria's chest beggared belief. Two immensely pert E cups thrust at the thin fabric of her low cut dress, each breath threatening to pop them out and over the neckline. Small pink nipples, rock hard with joy over seeing the Queen looking fatter, were clearly visible.

'Women in our family droop early,' the queen reminded, 'I started around your age.'

'Because you got pregnant. Didn't you always rant that at me?' the sorceress mused, 'you ruined my body, Cria?'

'I was a bit harsh, yes,' Regina admitted, falsely trying to earn her daughter's good will, 'I admit to many mistakes raising you...'

'Trying to send me to a nunnery when I was first called pretty? Like that?' the princess asked bitterly.

'Yes, like that...but...unless your brother's wife gives birth to a boy then the throne will soon be yours,' Regina said sadly, as if she gave a shit, 'and I think its time you were prepared for that responsibility.'

Cria laughed and snapped her fingers, making a chair slide back in a strong display of sorcery. She sank into it, sure to not sit on her hair or dress and with another snap made it slide forwards to the table. She put her heeled feet up on the dark wood and crossed her arms under her heavy breasts.

'I'm already ready mother,' Cria smiled, showing perfect white teeth behind her full red lips, 'I'm the most powerful mage in ten generations, the university says that my grades are pefect. I can rule this kingdom better than anyone in its history, I can undo all of your stupid mistakes and if I want I can run everyone in it like a puppet. For instance...remember when you said I should never eat dairy if I wanted to be skinny? Well, I don't want you to be skinny.'

Cria snapped a finger and Regina felt her own hand reach out to a tray of butter next to a stack of rolls and she couldn't hope to resist. She watched wide eyed as her own fingers grabbed the scoop of extra creamy goodness and plopped it into her mouth, pure fat coating her taste buds. Her mouth chewed and swallowed and Regina made a sour face in disgust. It was false of course, completely. She fucking loved butter and with spells dumping all but 1200 calories a day onto her ladies in waiting she could eat as much as she wanted.

Somewhere else in the palace, Annette the former dancer's full thighs bulged just a little bigger, just enough for the pants she'd barely managed to squeeze her fluffy lower half into to fail at every seam. Standing in front of her mirror, once rock hard thighs now touching half way to the knee and bearing new spider veins, she decided to blame the laundry girls. It wasn't like her routine had changed, aside from dropping ten mile runs and three hour daily dance sessions for getting out of bed four times a day and going down one flight of stairs every day. She went to grab a skirt and tripped, rolling her weak cankle again. Her incubus lover carried her back to bed and got her another pie to eat.

'I can make anyone do anything I want,' Cria smiled.

'Cria...Cria you're right,' Regina gasped in fake horror over her anger, 'the kingdom will be yours. I, just give me a few weeks to get the abdication ceremony prepared. I'll go to the country and get fat, just like you always wanted. Two weeks at the most, until then...how about a peace offering?'

'A peace offering, it'll have to be pretty big for me to take it,' Cria laughed, ripping into a chocolate covered strawberry.

Cria's powerful magic let her eat whatever she wanted without gaining an ounce or paying any sort of sacrifice, the first mage in five hundred years to master that spell. She could have run the university or made the Kingdom's armies invincible but she preferred nightly orgies and feasts at her villa in the suburbs instead. And most of the nobility preferred her preferring that, knowing how frighteningly powerful she was. But Regina knew her daughter's voracious appetites very, very well.

A side door opened and in clanked a tall, powerfully built young man in brilliant armor. For his legs anyway, his chiseled chest was bare as were his frighteningly bulging abdominals and carved from marble biceps. His face was stunning, a male version of Cria's: young, powerful and arrogant.

'This is Sir Diab,' Regina said, almost naming the incubus inhabiting the young man's shell, 'he is too be named lord general in the morning and he is...magnificent I assure you. I can barely satisfy him.'

'My sweet, it would be my life's purpose to please you,' Diab said, voice oily with lust.

'Hmmmm,' Cria hummed, attention focused on the rippling muscle and not bothering to check him for magic as she moistened.

'He's yours. Make him king, make him consort but he's yours,' Regina explained, 'just give me the two weeks.'

'Of course, two weeks...and I want to see you a lot fatter at the end than you are now. You still have pretensions of beauty mother,' Cria smiled, 'let's end those. A nice obese matron's body will put you in your place, make you realize how far you've fallen. Until then...why don't you watch real perfection and eat? Dinner and a show!'

Cria snapped her fingers and Regina's hands started furiously shoving food into her mouth, even as she sprang into the air, hovering before the muscular knight, long legs wrapping around his face. The Princess was not wearing underware clearly and the Queen watched as the incubus started tonguing her with some jealousy. Regina ate, as Diab also ate, but as her stomach bulged against her dress and the food immediately nearest her ran out she managed a gasp.

'Cria...wait!' she managed, 'a toast, to you!'

The sorceress was moaning even then, but turned her eyes to her mother.

'A toast?' Cria asked, 'you really think I'd take anything from you I couldn't check for poison?'

'From my chalice,' the stuffed Regina muttered, dragging herself across the table for more butter.

A lot more butter.

In her rooms, The top heavy Sosa was clumsily dropping into a sword stance, soft hand finding her hilt unfamiliar and soft legs complaining already, when the new calories hit her. Her floppy chest surged out and buttons burst. She dropped her sword in shock, waking up her sleeping lover who demanded she come back to bed, an order she meekly obeyed, leaving the rusty blade on the floor.

'The one you never let me use?' Cria asked, floating down from her new fuck toys mouth, 'that chalice?'

'It's yours!' Regina said, nearing a cake and on all fours, tummy starting to sway, 'serving girl!'

At her words, Lillian waddled into the room. The little scholar's floppy gut came first, then came the heavy wine chalice of silver, already filled with a dry white that her arms could barley hold up. She was shoved and prodded into a maid's uniform and looked so utterly comical Cria laughed in her face.

'Standards are slipping all over I see,' she laughed, then held it to the maid, 'drink.'

'I...,' Lillian tried to object, cut off by chugging a near bottle of wine.

As she didn't immediately die, Cria took it from her, 'I had to check. It would be like you to poison me.'

With a flick of an eyebrow, a new bottle of wine appeared with a flash of light. Its cork popped and bubbly pink wine filled the cup.

'Here's to you mom,' Cria laughed as the queen attacked the cake like a rabid dog attacking raw meat, 'I hope you like being fat!'

Cria drained the cup and threw it to the side. Her lips caught a bit of the infernal alcemical layer Regina's hellish allies had given her and a moment later, she immediately ovulated.

Three times as a matter of fact, but there was no other detectable change or indeed change at all.

'You almost look like you're humping that cake, you fat, graying bitch,' Cria cackled, 'watch as I show you what a good hump is. Look carefully, its the last one you'll see...unless I decide to sell you off as a whore.'

Diab's armor rusted away and a moment later Cria's throbbing, sopping slit swallowed it up. Her perfect legs pushed and thrust, she started touching her nipples and before long she screamed as he came inside her. The devil's load splattered inside her womb, catching all three eggs and making them immune to Cria's contraceptive spells. Immediately, even before she pulled herself off him, they attached.

One turned started slowly draining her magical power, funneling it to Regina the more it was used.

One started diminishing her cutting wit, matchless will power and lancing insight down to normal levels, again the more she used her powers.

The last predictably started lowering her metabolism, again the more she used her power the hungier she'd get and the faster she'd gain.

'This how its going to go around here for now,' Cria cooed, thoughtlessly ripping a drumstick off a turkey with her magic and eating it, 'get me? You're going to get fat and I *munch* am going to be in charge. Understand?'

'Oh...oh yes,' the engorged Regina smiled, feeling her daughter get one hair's breadth weaker, 'I understand.'

'And if you aren't getting fatter...well,' Cria smiled, lifting her mother effortlessly off the table with another spell, 'I don't need to employ an executioner.'

'I...I...hear you,' Regina gasped as Cria lowered her, one miniscule iota more difficultly than she had raised her up.

With a thought, Regina severed her weight loss drain towards her ladies in waiting. Getting temporarily fatter was worth seeing this evil bitch turn herself into a blimp via her own power.

[Batman76]

1 hour ago, >_< 0_0 said:

Regina has a daughter!? I wonder if scheming, manipulative, plotting runs in the family?

Scheming, manipulative, evil, cruel, super hot...and to her surprise, weight gain.

[CyrilFiggus2]

Two wonderful new chapters, and I look forward to seeing what happens to Cria throughout this.  The only thing I'm not liking so much is the corruption/degradation aspect in Regina's ladies-in-waiting; kind of makes it uncomfortable, at least for me.  I can only hope that there's a way to fix things once Regina gets taken down.

[Batman76]

yeah, i can see that. i'll make sure it wont go full evil. just kinda evil.

[CyrilFiggus2]

18 minutes ago, Batman76 said:

yeah, i can see that. i'll make sure it wont go full evil. just kinda evil.

Everybody knows you don't go full evil.  You go full evil, you go home empty-handed. XD

[Batman76]

Instead of the alternating: Sia-Mor'wen-Regina chapters, i'm going to go for two parters at each location to move the plot a long a bit.

Sia gets swole, Mor'wen get's swollen: pt 1/2

Four weeks after Mor'wen drank the potion...

Sia would have hated to admit this to anyone, especially her girlfriend, but well...getting fat was putting her into the best shape of her life.

It wasn't an easy process by any means. If she sat around on her ass letting Mor'wen hand feed her as the Nymph preferred then she'd have stayed a floppy marshmallow of a woman. Pathetic and helpless, her physical abilities would have continued crumbling until she wound up too fat to get up out of her chair. She'd have never been able to free the Kingdom, instead she'd be the Nymph's well...she loved Mor'wen but the little gleam the Nymph had in her eye when Sia overate said that she viewed Sia's desire to be a warrior queen instead of a supine, passive blob of a woman to be foolish.

'How you doing over there?' Sia yelled out to the Nymph as she went over to the squat rack.

'Ugh...dont...*urp*...interrupt...64,' Mor'wen groaned through a full mouth from where she sat on a couch.

The Paladin laughed and adjusted her waistband from where it dug into her gut as she sat heavy stone weights onto a heavy stone bar. Her only moderately large gut wasn't going anywhere any time soon. She was still eating at least four and often as much five heavy meals a day full of protein and fat, piling on as much food as two or three male knights would. If her trainers could see the leggy, deifically fit runner now they'd be stunned and not in a good way.

Sia slid under the squat rack, a role forming across her gut as her thighs lifted the weight off the wrack and shuffled forwards, a wide jiggle of fat going through her body. She was wearing a tight linen bra for bust and a tiny thong that had disappeared under her love handles on the side and her immense, almost equine sized ass cheeks, and save for her current fat obsessed lover few would find her attractive. The paladin was still a very ripe pear who'd be the heaviest woman in almost every town in the Kingdom but she was also strong as an ox now.

The paladin's mighty legs bent down, going parallel and then powering back up. Up and down, up and down, fat wobbling madly but her breathing even and clam for the entire set of thirty six. With one mighty gasp she stood up and put the immense weight, nearly a heavy pounds heavier than she'd ever managed when she'd been thin, and calmly walked away, thighs barely trembling. They were wobbling plenty but the muscle beneath them wasn't shaking at all.

She was still a big girl, indeed she was much bigger a month into her training than she'd been at its start. The habits of a glutton were deeply ingrained into her mind and body now, actually limiting her consumption would be as hard as pulling out her own teeth. But although she'd gained between one or two pounds a day the last month, most of that was muscle.

Sia stretched, going into a lunge and letting her thigh muscles pull a bit. The thong pinched against her increasingly round ass, still covered with cellulite on the outside but with a bulging hard core of muscle on the inside. Her head ran through a long list of exercises left to do today: bicep curls, tricep curls, chin ups, pull ups, bench press, butterfly press, curls, sit ups, planks, push ups, side kicks and a long, hard, somewhat slow run before she started over again and then began weapons training: sword and lance, fist and shield against the armored mannequins in the armory. With no one to guard, Sia was exercising something like twelve hours a day and results were becoming apparent.

Her fallen bean bag ass cheeks were puffing up, becoming round instead of sagging. Thighs the size of hall pillars were becoming as strong as thigh pillars, despite chafing together she could now squat more than her body weight and run for three or four miles at a stretch at a slow, consistent pace. Tone was slowly returning to her biceps which now popped considerably when she flexed. Even her double chin didn't seem to wobble as much.

Skinny Sia, perfect Sia, would have collapsed half way through her current day. Maybe it was the immense amount of time she had to work out or the immense amount of protein she ate or maybe it was even the useless bulk she carried around, it was like exercising in a suit of armor she could never take off.

'I've no idea why you...*munch*...work that hard,' Mor'wen grunted from the side lines, 'and its time for you to eat.'

'Not yet,' she told the...well, was she a nymph?, 'I've got to finish the weight training.'

'You barely touched breakfast, either breakfast,' Mor'wen told her in a huff, mouth finally empty as she threw away a bone, 'so as you're lover I am ordering you to come over here and eat. I've downed, let me count...that is a lot of spare ribs...but if you don't eat, how are you going to get stronger? You've got to fuel your body, right?'

Sia strode over, leg muscles strong enough she only sort of waddled as her mighty thighs pushed past each other's sheathe of fat, 'I don't think I have any danger of running out of fuel, do I?'

The black haired aasimar patted her FUPA where it poured over the front of her panties. There was no tone there despite all of her ab work, she still had a pouchy, saggy lower gut even as her legs returned to shape. Indeed only someone seeing the amount Sia could lift and the immense stamina she had would realize she was not a chunky, worthless blob.

'You're getting toned,' Mor'wen huffed, 'I became mortal so you can get toned? I gave up magic so you can get toned? Huff, I should go find another more greatful paladin and save them, perhaps she'll let me fatten her up without trying to exercise...'

The words were harsh and mocking but in the former nymph's dull brown eyes there was enough of a glint there that Sia knew it was a tease. The tall, immensely fat, immensely strong woman flopped down on Mor'wens fur covered couch, the fur covered stone groaning as she landed. A callused hand reached out and traced its way up a soft pair of legs, stopping and pinching at the rapidly expanding layer of fat over once perfect dancer legs.

'You know...looking at you, I think I am getting hungry,' Sia smiled, 'but the thing is...how can I eat when you're so thin? I've got to get strong enough to take care of my weak, helpless little mortal girlfriend...so why don't we fatten you up a little more?'

[CyrilFiggus2]

I can practically hear the training montage music playing.  Looks like weeks of padding up are paying off!

[>_< 0_0]

This Epic is definitely an excellent example of both worlds of weight gain literature: the good and dark side. Which gain is stronger? Which will win it all when they inevitably clash? I got my money on Sia, the hottest, thiccest knight I've ever read about (I'm not exaggerating) 😍😋🏋️‍♀️

[Batman76]

3 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

This Epic is definitely an excellent example of both worlds of weight gain literature: the good and dark side. Which gain is stronger? Which will win it all when they inevitably clash? I got my money on Sia, the hottest, thiccest knight I've ever read about (I'm not exaggerating) 😍😋🏋️‍♀️

I do try