The Weasel of Malgoren

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I am absolutely ecstatic to see where this goes.

Medieval fantasy weight gain is my fucking jam, especially skinny, competent rags to lazy, overfed riches.

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Oh geeze, her predicament is damned delicious

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This story is drool worthy

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Oh wow, this is heavenly sexy. Love the snootiness contrasted when the plush chubbiness

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On 11/16/2020 at 5:47 PM, SilverPathfinder said:

Chapter 13 : bathed in bliss

 

Lucy guided a properly stuffed Sarya away from the great hall to her bedchambers, pulling the shorter one by the hand as she struggled to keep up with the blonde’s eager pace. Looking back as she dragged the buxom girl between the tables of the inn’s main area, the slender barmaid was delighted by the sight of her crush’s round belly pressing against the fabric of her skirt, noticing with delight the plush outline of her navel right in the middle, hiding in the shadows of her heavy bouncing breasts. Sarya smiled when she noticed the satisfied look on Lucy’s face, before teasingly giving her bosom a squeeze between her elbows.  

 

Lucy let Sarya lead the way up the stairs, not wanting to waste the opportunity to watch the curvaceous plumper as she climbed. Sarya’s rotund ass cheeks were swaying left and right, gyrating with her meaty hips as she slowly climbed the flight of steps, the fabric of her skirt doing little to hide the husky criminal’s generous bum. Lucy watched as the plump damsel hauled her delicious curves upstairs, noticing how the plump brunette made substantial use of the hand rail to keep her balance and fight the laden weight of her full tummy. The slender blonde even caught some subtle breathlessness from Sarya towards the end, and surprised herself by how incredibly attractive it sounded to her. Lucy was entranced by the plump curves of her buxom crush, but there was more to her infatuation than simple love for bigger assets. She was obsessed by Sarya’s unbridled decadence, and more particularly by how it left her so… clumsy, so hindered. The cute glutton could just barely fit in normal chairs and her sense of balance was pitiful with those huge melons of hers. Not mentioning how slow she walked, and how she visibly counted taking stairs as a real workout! Watching Sarya eat was delightful and decadent, walking the thin line between indulgent hedonism and morbid self-destruction. Lucy didn’t know why, but this, even more than Sarya’s beauty, was pulling het toward the chubby miss. This is why she fed the beauty to such a replete state. It wasn’t just about getting closer, it was about enabling her toward this decadent path. The best thing was that, the bigger Sarya would grow, the more Lucy would be needed by her side. That, the slender innkeeper knew, could be her way to live comfortably, and free from the demeaning routine of the tavern counter. The fact Lucy genuinely found Sarya to be an adorable knockout was just the cherry on the cake.

 

Once they reached the room, Lucy led the plumper girl inside, a sparkle in her eyes as she watched Sarya step through the doorway and discover the handpicked chamber set up by the nimble maid. The place was small but wonderfully cozy, with a feather bed that looked softer than anything Sarya ever laid on in her life. A bath was also waiting in the middle of the room, steaming and filling the air with floral flagrance from the aromatic oils added into its warm water. Lucy had called for it in secret about an hour ago, while Sarya was finishing a meat pie. The bath was nothing more than an oversized wood bucket; they weren’t in a palace after all. It was clear it could only fit one of the girl. Only the overfed belle would be pampered tonight, and Lucy simply sat on a chair next to the bath, preparing soap and sponges, and attentively watching Sarya undress.

 

Sarya was caught a little off-guard by this whole situation, but she was more than willing to let the events unfold. Batting her eyelash at the slender blonde, the plump brunette smiled teasingly before slowly beginning to unlace the front of her cramped blouse. Each knot she undid made her luscious breast bounce and surge forward slightly, seemingly growing even more opulent in size as she released them from the confine of her top inch by inch. With her ever deepening cleavage now in full display, the pampered ex-urchin arched her back ad raised her arms over her head, pulling up her blouse off altogether. Her soft and quite stuffed stomach, rounder than ever before, popped into view, her pale and flawless skin stretched over the thick layer of fat surrounding Sarya’s waist. It bounced ever so slightly as she struggled to remove her shirt, shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she fought with her top, the fabric getting awkwardly caught around the enormous swell of her mighty melons. With a dramatic drop, her massive luscious breasts fell from the their temporary ascension, landing against the upper curve of Sarya’s tummy with an audible clap, each perky teardrop of feminine fertility now bigger than the young woman’s head by a sizeable margin. The buxom fence had been wearing wide bandages around her bosom to keep it supported, but those had been pulled away with her top, leaving her bare breasted, with the pink swells of her plump nipples in full sight for a delighted Lucy.

 

Next to go was Sarya’s skirt. Turning over teasingly, the voluptuous plumper bent over slightly, pushing the stretchy waistband down her hips and past the lavish swells of her butt cheeks. The sight of such a curvaceous and generous bottom was almost too much for Lucy, who caught herself squeezing the sponge in her hand to keep herself from standing and immediately begin to worship what she saw as the crowned ruler of all bums. The skirt keeps moving down, exposing soft and thick thighs, as round as overstuffed sausages, and the delightful back of her knee, which exposed both the plumpness of her legs and the remaining muscle tone that gave Sarya’s such a shapely figure. Eventually, Sarya’s massive bosom and rounded belly made it impossible for her to lean down further. With her balance now quite precarious, she slowly straightened herself, before nimbly stepping out of the skirt which was now hanging at her ankles. Biting her lower lip, Lucy noticed with a flush of arousal that Sarya was so busty that she could see the curves of her breast swaying on each side of her plush figure, even with her back turned. That was how well-endowed the young beauty was.

 

Glancing over her shoulder at Lucy flushed face, the curvy glutton turned around, once against facing the slimmer girl. She was now wearing nothing but her tight linen underwear’s, which were biting in the flesh of her love handles. With a playful wink, the shapely young criminal repeated the motion she just did, leaning forward to remove this last piece of clothing, but this time giving Lucy the front view. And showing up a massively deep cleavage in the process as her bosom hangs before her, heavy and gently swaying left and right. The slender tavern maid can’t help but wonder how much of the food now sitting in Sarya’s belly is going to help grow these orbs of abundance, and she can’t wait to find out.

 

Now fully unclothed, Sarya stood in front of Lucy with confidence and overwhelming sensuality. Her hourglass figure is sumptuously exaggerated by her lavish plumpness, and her beauty almost entrancing. Stepping over the edge of the bath, Sarya slowly lowers herself in the hot water, closing her eyes as she feels the warmth rest her muscle and relax her skin. As she get her massive bosom in the water, the bath eventually overflows, gallons of water spreading outside of the bath in a cascade that sent Lucy in a fit of laughter. Sarya smiled with a touch of embarrassment, realizing that her voluminous curves just caused the waters to overflow. The girls that filled this bath certainly didn’t expect Lucy’s paramour to be so… hefty. Quickly, Lucy contained the spill with some bath towel, before leaning against the side of the bucket, watching the gorgeous brunette in her little pond of soapy water. The spark of lust in Lucy’s wide hazel eyes was burning strong.

 

Biting her lower lip, Lucy slow stood up and began to undo the lacing of her blue bolero, stripping down from her top to expose her slender body and the pleasing curves of her modest bosom. In a way, the blonde’s figure resembled the Sarya’s of the past, if only that she was a few inches taller and about a cup size smaller than the street urchin that ran in the Shanty Towns. If she wasn’t overly athletic, the slender girl followed Malgoren’s fashion and trained regularly to keep a flat and toned stomach, only slightly softened by some feminine plushness around the navel and over the hips. The lines of her abdominal muscles could be guessed under the thin layer of flesh, and her hip bones were visible on each side of her slender tummy. Lucy’s wasp-thin waist was most alluring, and gave the girl a very feminine figure, enhancing the curve of her hips and the swell of her orange sized bosom. In contrast, Sarya was so well-fed there was nothing but soft fat that could be seen around her ever thickened midsection. The former thief looked almost twice the size of the young tavern maid, and she was certainly much heavier despite being significantly shorter. Of course, Sarya simply saw herself as voluptuous, and didn’t realize that this gorgeous blonde beauty represented everything she left behind on her path of self-indulgence.

 

Washing Sarya was a delightful endeavour, and the most enjoyable foreplay both girls could dream off. Lucy slender fingers moved the sponge across the expanse of Sarya’s curves, lingering on the pliable flesh of her large bosom and plump belly much more than would be needed. It didn’t took long for Lucy to get herself covered in water, as she couldn’t help but lean against the buxom girl to snuggle against the swell of her chest, and to feel her own bosom press against soft skin. Lucy teased Sarya with countless little kiss before her mouth found the plump lips of her ravenous crush. Once they kissed, Sarya couldn’t hold herself any longer, and she quickly abandoned the bath. Standing in front of Lucy, the curvaceous hedonist wrapped her arms around her slender body, abandoning herself into an embrace that led them both laying on the soft mattress, rolling in the sheet as their bodies succumbed to hours of building sensual tension.

 

While not fully innocent, Sarya had little experiences in the affairs of the flesh, her harsh life in the streets making it hard to find the opportunity to explore this aspect of herself. Lucy quickly proved more than capable to assert control and take the lead in bed, her calm and shy public facade hiding a bold and assertive lover, as hinted by her behaviour during the whole evening. She explored Sarya’s body in a never stopping dance. Her hands were always caressing, groping, and even pinching skin and fat, while her lips found countless places to kiss. Sarya’s moans were often following in cadence with Lucy’s efforts, like if the slender girl was in fact playing a sensual instrument. Time blurred as the night went by, a haze of desire, carnal bliss, and growing attachment bounding the caring tavern maid and the ambitious girl she took as her plump concubine. This was truly a night to remember, and a decisive turning point in the journey of Sarya the Weasel.

 

I'm still catching up but your imagery here is insane.

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Lol, i hadn't realized I'd lost track of this story and it had gotten bigger on me than I realized.

Anyway, love what you've done with her. I'm hoping that after some more thorough humiliation, she either winds up: A. a sort of fat, jabba the hut queen of the underworld relying on connections for power or B. Evelyn's obese and pampered pet.

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Hoping she can bounce back.