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Chapter 15: The Ball, the Face of the Nobility and a Job

Getting out from the coach was harder than I had expected and I was mortified that Yvarra had to help me. Even though she had over fifty pounds on me, the Priestess had some muscle under her cellulite and was much less awkward due to her taller figure. I was lucky I didn’t fall out of the narrow carriage opening and I had a brief moment of panic when my hips brushed the sides of the door, although I didn’t get stuck.

‘We’re going to have to get that enlarged,’ Yvarra mused, one hand on her fat stomach, ‘anyway, lets get inside, its freezing out here.’

Jostling through the crowd took a while, for the many noblewomen moved slowly and were too wide to move around, not that either Yvarra or myself had much room to talk. Luckily the relatively narrow passage into the main gate was out of the wind and the thick furs we were wearing blocked most of the cold, as did our own thick coats of natural insulation. Finally we were inside, handing our coats away to servants and being led into the main hall.

Once inside I was downright shocked at the physical state of the nobility, more specifically the noble women. Although I had spent a good deal of time in the city since my return, my own home was in a middle class neighborhood and I had spent most of my time working out in one of the gyms run by the temple of Athena in a working class district. Before I had left many of the noble girls had been getting plump as they hoped to catch Basil’s eye, but nearly a year of this had caused a shocking change.

From teen age debutante to middle age matron, almost every woman there was fat. Not just chubby or soft, but down right lardy. I had been a tad scared to be one of the heavier girls at the ball, but most of them had a good forty pounds on me (even if I was wider due to my weight). Not only were they all fat, but the acres of cellulite were on full display.

Female fashions had been becoming smaller, tighter and more revealing for years, but this was absurd. Vast paunches oozed out of dresses with built in stomach windows, fat love handles muffin topped around intentionally too tight waist lines, jiggling legs were on display from under miniscule skirts and wobbling breasts threatened to snap impossibly tight and low cut tops. All of the female softness on display started getting me horny, a faint wetness spreading unwillingly between my own thick thighs.

‘I told you, you would be over dressed,’ said Yvarra with a smirk.

She had helped pick out my outfit, although I had shot down several tiny ensembles I deemed far too revealing of my enlarged form. Finally we had settled on a black cocktail dress, one far too many sizes above my mind’s comfort range but only slightly snug in the belly. I did feel rather overdressed for the occasion, but felt better that I wasn’t being looked at as too much of a fatty.

There were “appetizer” courses of excessively fried food and sweets that would have left most of the women here immobile two years ago, but now served as a mere snack. Minstrels and bards wondered amongst the dozens of tables, plucking harps and singing songs. Scores of priceless chandeliers hung from the rafters, lit with magical candles that wouldn’t drip wax on the vast array of soft flesh below. A massive wait staff of girls clad in maid outfits moved endlessly through the tables, refilling glasses and refreshing platters.

Most of these girls were palace staff drawn from the middle class. Although at first glance they looked practically starved next to the obese forms of the noble women, after further notice I saw that a few had a softer look than was fashionable a few years ago. While many in the middle class were turning away from the wastrel ways of the nobility, more than a few seemed to embrace them.

After a short while the appetizers were cleared away and the dancing began. I was surprised to find myself asked by several young noblemen and junior officers, having thought that my obesity would thwart even the chubby chasing tendencies Basil had installed in the nobility, but my exotic looks and gigantic ass seemed to draw them like honey draws flies. I danced for what seemed like hours and was so relieved I even let a couple of hands slip under my dress and caress the mound of fat behind me.

But although I felt quite a bit sexier, I couldn’t deny that I was still in awful condition. My steps were rather clumsy and my once graceful movements seemed jerky to me. Sweat started pouring off me immediately, not helped by the warmth spells coursing through the room, and the appetizers I had unwisely munched sat in my stomach like lead. Before long I had to retire back to my table, noticing that I was not the first woman to do so. Countess Evangeline, a tall blonde from one of the northern duchies was collapsed on the bench, her chubby face gasping for air while her plump hands fanned herself. When I had been undercover at my last gala, this woman had danced for hours and been judged the most graceful woman on the floor, but here she was minutes into the event looking like she was going to have a heart attack.

Sitting down, probably only an hour later as despite months of exercise I was still in bad shape, I reflected on the last time I had been at one of these. Then I had been in one of the maid outfits and had garroted a traitor in the coat closet.

‘What do you think, fellow priestess?’ asked Yvarra, plopping down heavily next to me. If I was tired, she was practically panting, but then again she had been dancing with Basil.

‘Extremely exciting, much better than the last time I was here’ I said, the fellow priestess bit being a cover we had concocted to explain my presence in case anyone asked. I may have been an Imperial hero, but I was still an assassin and couldn’t easily explain why I was here despite an invitation.

‘Some of the men you were dancing with were cute, I bet we can get you laid within the hour if you try hard enough or you could get married to one of the richer noblemen if you make him wait a week.’

‘Being a trophy wife isn’t my cup of tea,’ I said, ‘I want to do something meaningful.’

‘I’m sure you… oh that bitch,’ Yvarra changed subject in mid sentence, her face going from flush but happy to outrageously angry.

I turned to see Basil dancing with another woman, which given that he and Yvarra had stopped seeing each other exclusively years ago shouldn’t have been a problem. Both had had plenty of partners since then and although they still screwed each others brains out on the yearly anniversary of their first meeting were by no means in love. What was a problem was that the woman was an Athenan Paladin.

She was tall, thin and amazingly fit. Nearly of a height with Basil, her figure was a lean hour glass clad in a tiny silver dress that hugged her firm curves eagerly, while her short red hair bobbed with every motion of her swanlike neck. The Paladin danced extremely well, pirouetting and dipping better than any woman in the room. Before very long most of the heavier noble women had quit in exhaustion, leaving only the hyper fit paladins and some of the female junior officers the few remaining women dancers.

‘Is there something wrong?’ I asked.

‘Look at where his hands are!’ hissed Yvarra, drawing my eye that one of the Emperor’s firm hands was enthusiastically gripping her taut butt. The two were dancing with more passion and vigor than I had been able to put into anything in months.

‘He sleeps with a lot of women Yvarra, is there something I don’t know about this Paladin?’

‘Its Katrina Sar,’ she muttered bitterly, ‘I’ve always hated her. We were in the same adventuring company and she always managed to get everything I wanted: loot or fame or boys. Then after I was moved to the main temple she was the only one to ever beat the Curvacian volleyball team. She broke my scoring record the summer you were gone. Now I’m sure she wants the Emperor!’

‘Is it that big a deal?’

‘Look at her, look at how the men in the room are looking at her! She’ll turn his head back towards thin girls and then all this eating we’ve been doing will be for nothing! People will think I’m a fat ass or something, instead of Curvacia’s gift to men. Now she wants to take a way even my looks!’

‘I’m sure that won’t happen,’ I consoled her, ‘Basil’s fucked lots of thin women before, I’m sure this one won’t turn his head.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Positive. In fact she’ll probably wind up fat from sleeping with him or even just dancing with him. Remember how we both looked when we met him?’

‘True, I was a slender little thing back then and you were even smaller. I’d never have picked us as women to blow up so quickly.’

The dancing ended not long after that, the Emperor returning to his throne at the head of the room while the Paladin Katrina walked past our table on her way back to the Athenan delegation. Up front I could see that she had the stupendous rack Athena blesses her servants with, as well as a face like a warrior angel. She was extremely tall for a woman and while her physique was undeniably fit, she seemed more of a runner than a brawler with her lean legs and arms. She slowed slightly as she passed, arcing one eyebrow as she looked at Yvarra.

‘Yvarra, is that you?’ she asked, although she would have known well enough as the two temples did have quite a bit of contact, ‘Did you do something with your hair?’

‘I just added some volume,’ Yvarra said, ‘I think you could use quite a bit more as well.’

‘I think you might be using too much,’ the Athenan replied, ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had turned into a fat, pathetic sack of lard. Oh well, I know you would never let that happen to you. Hope I can see you on the ball court next summer!’

‘I hate that woman,’ Yvarra muttered as she walked away, sashaying between tables in a way calculated to draw male eyes and female fury, ‘those damn Athenans with their focus of temperance have been a thorn in our sides for years.’

‘What can you do about it?’

‘At the moment not much. Their paladins outnumber ours and they’ve been prosletyzling heavily through the lower classes. Calling the nobility decadent slobs has become rather easy of late. You’d think the Emperor would put a stop to it.’

I’d heard some of the Athenan’s sermons before. They were a tad fanatic about people living in moderation, but other than that seemed to be more concerned with the average person anymore, at least in comparison to the Curvacians who seemed to be focusing more on the buffet line.

‘Well… they always be sure to praise him in all of their sermons…’I thought about saying, but at that moment the feast started.

I lost Yvarra for a moment there. She might be a stately, intelligent and beautiful woman but in the past few years she had embraced her outer fat girl and become a complete glutton. The Priestess attacked the plates of delicacies brought to her with gusto, devouring sauce heavy meats, steaming potatoes and platters of fried food. Having developed a taste for dwarven beer during her past fattening with Basil, she downed several tall steins of the foamy ale. She started out trying to continue her conversation with me, growing less and less intelligible as time went on until eventually she ceased speaking entirely and merely stuffed her face.

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Continued! I exceeded the length limits.

Yvarra’s descent into unintelligible eating machine was more than a little frightening. Despite gaining a hundred and fifty pounds and going through a pregnancy with twins, my friend had still carried herself like she was a hyperfit athlete, a suave and svelte member of the high society. On more than one occasion I had utterly forgotten how much weight she had gained in the past three years, only to be shocked when I saw her again. But now her silver tongue and keen mind was enslaved to the desires of her mouth and stomach. Yvarra was gorging herself like a low born pig; soft arms jiggling as she gorged on ham and dumplings, she got sauce all over her chin, some of it even dripping onto her breasts. Looking at her as she made a pig of herself, no one would have believed she was one of the most politically and magically powerful women in the city.

I myself tried to eat very little, trying to not ruin my diet, but I probably still ate well over my normal limit. I ignored the heavier courses, but my long denied sweet tooth couldn’t resist munching a cupcake covered in frosty icing. The treats went to work quickly, filling out my already large paunch and threatening to burst my dress. I was lucky I had uncinched the small corset I wore already, for one cupcake soon turned into seven and I had to lean back, stomach gurgling as it digested all the sugar. It was the first time I had had sweets in months and for a moment I basked in the sugar rush and ignored my guilty conscience.

The cupcakes merely raised my appetite and very soon I started attacking a large loaf of buttery bread and roasted boar meat. Normally I kept a keen eye on my surroundings, but for the moment my whole universe zeroed in on the food before me. The food was like an explosion in my mouth, overwhelming al thoughts of resistance, dieting or indeed anything. Such food demanded company and a few high calorie glasses of wine followed it. For a few minutes I ate like a bear awakening from hibernation, only a faint discomfort in my belly stopping me.

Snapping out of my trance, I realized I had devoured two heaping plates of fatty food, annihilating days of working out and eating carefully in a caloric avalanche. . My already large stomach was bulging out forwards, straining an already tight dress and making it ride up some over my thick thighs and soft rear. Carefully I pulled the dress down, not wanting to flash anyone and took stock of my surroundings.

The noble women in the room had utterly forgotten every trace of decorum. Each of them ate like they had just wondered out of the desert, chubby forms quivering as they stuffed themselves. Many of them were also becoming extremely tipsy from all the drinking, loosening any inhibitions they already had. A short, brunette baroness who had won the All-Empire games in gymnastics six years ago was practically buried behind the fat gut her abs had dissolved into. So stuffed was she that her taut belly would not allow her up, so her husband was hand feeding her desserts.

For a moment I feared some sort of gluttony charm, but a quick look belied that. While the men in the room were eating well, they weren’t attacking their food like animals and many were busy stuffing their wives. While a few of the exemplary female junior officers who had been invited to the realm were going a little wild, most of the female officers and admirals were keeping their appetites in check.

The small exception to this rule were a few senior and mid level female officers who had been overheard making negative comments on Basil taking in so many low borns into the officer class. Vice-Admiral Hera Argola had been the most senior of these, a tall, trim and severe woman in her late thirties who was descended from barons and married to a count. She had set the record for the Naval Academies’ fastest ten mile swim  years ago and despite getting well into middle age and having two children she had maintained a very lean physique and still rather smooth features through pitiless exercise, often in using the lash against any underling who angered her. Previously, Hera had weathered the obesity epidemic without a trace of flab or over eating, but that was clearly over.

Now the previously trim Admiral was so stuffed she could barely moved. She had unbuttoned her medalled jacket, a monumental food baby having already snapped the button on her skin tight naval trousers. Despite looking extremely pregnant, Hera was loudly demanding more food from two common born colonels of the Imperial Guard, both of whom were happily shoveling pastries into her mouth. Even if I hadn’t spent months under a gluttony charm I would have noticed its effects. The Admiral really should have looked under her chair.

Finally, the Athenan paladins had put away the scanty fair they had been consuming (raw vegetables and water) and had grasped each others hands as they prayed for resilience. I noticed that Katrina hadn’t even touched half of the food on her plate. The senior paladin kept her eyes resolutely shut, unwilling to even glimpse at the depravity and greed around her, but I noticed several of her Sisters did sneak a peak. Several had disgust written on their lean features, but more than one had the gleam of envy in their bright eyes.

I was not so engrossed that I did not notice the butler walking up behind me. He was an old man and grey, having served Basil’s family for decades before the Emperor’s bastard birth. Seeing he had caught my eye, and more than a little relived that he wouldn’t have to pry me off the food with a crow bar, he walked over quickly.

‘Second Grade Mistress of the Dagger Ashlay?’ he asked quietly so as not to disturb my table mates, not that the pack of Curvacian priestesses even noticed him. Most of the soft bellied beauties were still eating, but a few had collapsed into food comas and two were looking at each other with absolute lust and frustration in their eyes. It was traditional for at least two of the Curvacians to start screwing under the table at the feast, but given that there was a lot more woman per Priestess than in previous years they were going to have trouble fitting.

‘How did you know that?’

‘The Emperor wishes to see you,’ he said, ‘follow me.’

It was not a long walk, but given my rotund form and the further bloating from the food I had eaten it felt rather long. Finally after a climb up what were probably the longest stairs I had ever seen I was in the Emperor’s presence. We were in a balcony cleverly hidden behind one of the hall’s many and huge stained glass windows, able to see the entire scene of gluttony before us without being seen.

‘For the world’s greatest chubby chaser you seem rather bored with all this,’ I asked him, more forwards than I had thought to.

‘Then the wine was good?’ the Emperor asked me with a soft chuckle, ‘and yes you could say that I’m rather bored of it all. I’ve seen it before.’

‘You’ve seen an entire room full of noble women eat themselves comatose before? You go to better parties than I do your Eminence.’

‘Basil will work fine Ashlay, we are friends after all. And yes I’ve seen it before, the nobility has always acted like this. Usually its just not about food, but about land rights and taxing peasants and getting as much influence over the Emperor as possible. Right now all those noble women are focusing on the food, but three years ago they were focusing on how to put themselves on the throne.’

‘They would have to expand it then, most of those women have gotten rather wide. Their starting to look like pigs on the outside as well as the inside.’

‘I’ve always loved your humor Ashlay, I missed that while you were gone. And you’re right, it surprises even me how quickly they went from skinny to fatty. Most of them wouldn’t admit it, they’d just say that they’re a tad bloated or something like that. But it is more than a little funny to see them be the greedy hogs they always were inside.’

‘That’s changing though,’ I interjected, ‘a lot of them are starting to flaunt it, mostly at you although the noblemen seem to take notice.’

‘That did indeed surprise me,’ Basil admitted, ‘I’ve never hid my preference, but to have it flaunted before me so much and being unable to take it is a bit annoying.’

It occurred to me then that the last year or so had seen me morph into his exact preference and here we were, hidden in an alcove probably designed for meetings like this in mind. I also couldn’t help but notice how damnably attractive he was.

‘Listen Basil, while you are incredibly good looking and I can’t deny I like you a lot, I don’t think this would be the right time. It would be great, but I’m not looking for a quick lay.’

‘Of course not and now neither am I’ said Basil, ‘while I must also admit that there’s something between us, I am not yet secure enough to take an assassin on as official mistress. Noble women, visiting priestesses and adventuring heroines are expected, but assassins are a bit outside the rules as of yet. Once I’ve changed enough of them, then we can talk.’

‘Official mistress?’ that was a lofty title, ‘that comes with five mansions and twenty thousand acres!’

‘Later perhaps,’ he said with a smile, ‘you did save my life a few times and I feel more than a little obligated. But at the moment I need something else, a spy master.’

‘Me?’ I stammered, ‘But… I’m just a mid grade assassin! And I’ll probably get fired next month for being a lardass! And there hasn’t been a spy master in a hundred years!’

‘Not since the post was outlawed following the Dux Sev rebellion,’ Basil agreed, ‘outlawed by every noble in the Empire. But I managed to get it through the Assembly of Lords with ease.’

‘How?’

‘Voting yes was part of the acceptance of each invitation,’ said Basil, ‘of course couriers by tradition deliver to the woman of the house and the fine print was in between the menu and the signature line.’

‘I have to admit I didn’t notice that,’ I said, feeling fatter than I had before, next to Basil though, that didn’t feel so bad, ‘but still, me as spy master, surely there are better!’

‘Of course not,’ said Basil, ‘my Aunt Tierra told me yesterday that if you had not picked up your weighty handicap she had been going to nominate you to succeed her when she retires.’

‘Wait, the Grand Mistress said that about me,’ shock was overwhelming me, ‘and she’s your aunt?’

‘My father’s bastard older sister,’ Basil said, ‘that runs in the family at least, although I’m hoping to keep all of mine in the Temple and out of the way. There have been some nasty civil wars over that.’

‘But still,’ I stammered, trying to find a reason not to believe this, ‘surely I’m not in condition for it!’

With that I emphasized my massively overfed physique, still looking like that of a lazy fat girl despite months of exercise. My thighs touched for most of their length, my toneless arms jiggled, half my huge but hung out of my over tight dress and my stuffed belly threatened to force up the front of my dress and give Basil a good view of the panties I was wearing. Before all this I had been one of the few people able to fight Basil one on one, but now the Emperor’s muscular form could have shattered me.

‘You’re in fine condition for it,’ said Basil, ‘you’re even a little underweight. The last great spy master was the Eunuch Narses who weighed something like six hundred pounds. This isn’t a job about climbing up walls and fighting hand to hand, its about analyzing reports, manipulating people and sniffing out plots.’

‘I’m just an assassin, I’m awful at plots!’

‘Really? Then aside from my own perverse pleasure, why do I want the nation’s noble women eating themselves silly?’

‘Because while their focused on eating they can’t manipulate or plot! Its like killing half the nobility without starting a war!’ I shouted, surprising myself with the analyses and my volume.

‘Right on the mark,’ said Basil, ‘anything else?’

‘You’re fattening up female officers who disagree with you,’ I continued, ‘this will get them kicked out of combat posts and either fired or shuffled into useless departments with no influence. You’re probably also fattening up the nobility’s daughters to prevent them from getting military power, so you can replace them all with fit, competent middle class girls who are all loyal to you.’

‘Aside from ascetics improvement that is my main plan for them,’ admitted Basil, ‘any other guesses on what I’m doing?’

‘You invited the same number of Curvacian and Athenan Priestesses here,’ I said, my brain making connections I hadn’t noticed, ‘probably so after the feast you can get all of them together and prevent them starting a civil war over the Curvacian’s being jealous of the Athenan’s waist lines and the Athenan’s being jealous over the Curvacian’s influence with the nobility.’

‘Very good, and how am I going to do that?’

‘You’re probably going to have an orgy and force them to kiss and make up,’ I said.

‘Actually I was just going to remind them that the Curvacian’s should focus on helping the needy and that Athena is also a fertility goddess before making them fight a joint crusade against the giants and ogres in the northern forests,’ said Basil, ‘but that seems more fun.’

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Chapter 16: Meetings

The night of the ball Basil had indeed forced the two rivals to come to terms, making both agree to a joint crusade against the monsters in our northern forests.

'This bickering between your temples must cease,' Basil commanded, 'both of your goddesses are sacred to the act of fertility, such discord threatens the Empires very future. Kristina, your temple must tone down its anti aristocrat message, and Yvarra, it wouldn't hurt the Curvacians to spend more of their alms from the nobility on the poor and less on the buffet line.'

However, he had also taken my advice and convinced the two to seal the act with a threesome.

'Because I want us to be joined by blood in this campaign, I am going to ask both of you to remove your prophylactic spells,' I remember him saying, both priestesses agreeing.

He'd let me watch from a hidden alcove as slim Katrina and flabby Yvarra were led into his bed chamber. It wasn't Basils actual bedchamber, which was just had a camp bed, but a more palatial room built with screwing in mind.

Both women disrobed, Katrina having to help Yvarra reach the clasps on her back. Soon the tan paladin stood in her athletic glory before Yvarra, whose soft form surged and sagged without support. They had started in on each other, hesitantly kissing and slowly growing more enthusiastic as their hands began to grope. Both were servants of Fertility goddesses and thus experts at bringing about sexual  arousal with mouth and finger tip. Soon both were sighing and moaning, already near orgasm when Basil started taking Katrina from behind. Her orgasm was massive, the Paladins firm muscles spasming to send vibrations through the soft priestess beneath her.

After he had went inside Katrina, the Emperor spent half an hour eating out Yvarras fat pussy. When he was ready o enter her again, her orgasm was so violent it threatened to toss Katrina's semi conscious form aside. Both women had had to stay the night, so tired and high off endorphins to leave until well after sunrise.

That had been three months ago and many things had changed since.

I had accepted the official position of Imperial spy master, gaining power and prestige beyond my wildest dreams.

After i had gotten the initial channels between myself, The Assassins Order, the Spies Guild and the Imperial Thieves league set up i had to sort through all the data they Gave me. i came in each morning to find scores of reports from three different Orders of Assassins and spies to sort through on my desk. Reading them and piecing together the plot pieces inside each one took all morning. The afternoon was spent coming up with plans, plots and contingencies before sending out orders to the sub organizations.

One would have been forgiven for thinking that in such a busy, non physical environment that I would balloon back up, easily regaining the little weight I had lost. But you would be wrong.

My new job came with a rather lavish villa just outside the palace walls, not to mention a large salary, enough to make me a member ofthe upper class. I had more than enough cash to hire servants to take care of my daily chores,large on jewelry, clothes and books and still make cash hand over fist. I even had a large private gym installed.

Being able to work out on my own time, and in my own home, was a god send to my weight problem. I hired a diet chef, easily and cheaply due to low demand, and started shrinking. Every morning I woke up early for an hour of weight lifting, forcing strength back into my doughy limbs. Upon getting home in the evening I would jog determinedly on my private track. I was still pretty slow, a consequence of my legs rubbing together still, but I could jog at 5 miles an hour for almost an hour now. Finally I would practice martial arts.

Practicality demanded that I abandon my old style based on speed and agility, but Basil had provided an alternative. He had given me a musty set of scrolls from the palace library, a fighting manual by an extinct monastic order of the War God Mithras. These men and women had gorged themselves to massive size, learning to use their bulk as energy for their punches.

Ecstatic at finding a fighting form I could use, temporarily until I regained my old figure I promised, I set about perfecting it. My weight lifting and sparring set my muscles growing, the ample fat on my form fueling their growth. After three months of this I had lost fifteen pounds total, probably I had lost more in fat but added some muscle as well. This combined with the more than twenty pounds I had lost already put me in the high 180s, a lard ass in comparison to my assassin shape, but positively athletic to when I'd been an obese harem girl.

I didn't jiggle nearly as much in my arms or legs, with some actual tone slowly returning to my biceps and some shape to my legs. although my paunch still wobbled like jello and my abs were buried beneath inches of lard, my waist was slowly shrinking. Clothes were getting looser and if i angledmyself ight i almost had a waist. I had grown confident enough to stop wearing a corset and was wearing skimpier clothing, such as the short grey dress and knee high black boots I was wearing.

The dress dipped low to show off my impressive cleavage, the one thing I'd really miss about being so heavy. Both Breast had shrank down from their DD heights, but they were still large Ds and were slowly getting back their old perk.

The Empires gnomish run lingerie companies were starting to come out with some very nice bras for larger girls and I was glad of the support my tiny black bra gave me, ridding me of back aches for the firt time in months.

My legs were still soft and thick, but they had started to narrow and my thighs rubbed a good deal less. Enough men were chubby chasers now that I was starting to feel confident in my legs allure again, enough to wear micro skirts. The knee length faux cavalry boots I wore also gave my thick calves a smoother look and their high heel helped perk up my saggy butt.

Despite losing nearly fifty pounds, my butt showed little sign of going away. When I was thin it had been large, but then it Was firm and rock hard. Now my ass was still wide and saggy, but it had narrowed a little and was slowly raising upwards. As my butt slowly deflated so did my hips narrow, I was still a pear but gradually becoming a lighter one.

My face at least was losing weight the fastest. No longer was I a jowly, piggish mess. I didn't have cheek bones, but my round face didn't wobble anymore and my double chin was free of companions and slowly drawing up.

I was still big, but I was looking positively svelte in comparison to most of the city's women. Despite still being more than 70 lbs over my preferred weight, I was feeling pretty hot. I was cut off from further pondering by a knock on my office door.

'Come in,' I said, hand resting lightly on the button that would put a poisoned dart through an unwelcome intruder. I withdrew it quickly when I saw it was only my second in command.

Aside from the hundreds of operatives in the Orders and guilds, I had a private staff of analysts and operatives that numbered around thirty. Their numbers fluctuated deepening on assignments, but my most valuable employee was the ex-thief Karli. She organized my workers efficiently, trained them well and had little To learn about running a spy ring.

She had started out a blonde, waif ish acrobat who doubled as a cat burglar who specialized in impossible heists. As she went up the ranks of the quasi legal thieves guild (tolerated as long as certain rules were obeyed), Karli had moved from scrambling buildings to organizing and training whole teams of thieves. She had volunteered to be assigned to me, despite commanding most of the organized crime in a mid size city, claiming that she was eager to try a tougher class of thieving.

Karli was in her mid thirties now and I had to admit was still quite attractive. She had once been a slender twig, but after retiring from active thieving ten years ago had slowly started to thicken, fueled by an athletes appetite that was suddenly deprived of exercise.  A flat chest had quickly inflated into Ds, while her curve less form sprouted wider hips and a bubble butt. If it had stopped there, Karli would have stayed a curvy knockout, but it didn't stop. Through her twenties she had grown thicker and thicker, transitioning from acrobatic to thick by thirty.

Before working for me, Karli had already been very very thick, but not obviously chubby. During her interview I had noticed that her legs were shapley, but rather soft to the touch, just like her hips were wide, but not flabby. Large, firm breasts jutted out like a wall overlooking her mostly flat tummy. But being in the capital with its fatphillic culture and rampant fatty foods (along with entering her mid thirties) was clearly showing up on Karli, from the beginnings of her double chin to how her hour glass was rapidly filling in, even as it expanded in width. Despite her burgeoning belly and increasingly flabby arms, Karli was dangerous in a fight, even if her reflexes were slowing, and a genius at organization.

'Envoys from the Curvacian and Athenan orders to see you Spy Master,' the severely apple shaped ex thief said, her tanned frame straining her dress, 'Your assassin guards already scanned the Athenan Paladin for hidden weapons besides her blade and found none.'

'Send them in please once you've searched the Curvacian envoy,' I said

'It may be a while Mistress, she's being helped up the stairs.'

'Then offer the Athenan something to drink while she waits.'

It was a few minutes before the two women were ushered into my palatial office, both sinking into huge arm chairs set before my ancient and massive desk. Even had I not been a spy master I would not have been surprised to find that I was facing Yvarra and Katrina. Like myself, both women had changed in the past months, yet in decidedly the opposite direction.

On Kristina the results were far smaller, but more evident. She entered my office with an easy stride, not slowed one iota since I had seen her strut at the Imperial Galla. I immediately noticed that she had grown out her hair, sporting medium length red curls instead of a battle field page boy cut. Per her orders rules that she always travel armed and armored, Katrina was wearing a form long form fitting jacket of steel bands that went down to her thighs, along with a short sword on a baldric around her shoulder instead of her waist. The reason she was forgoing a more normal belt became apparent when she took off her armored coat.

Instead of her customary plate armor or tiny ceremonial skirts, Katrina wore a very tight, calf length dress of pure white, fitted tightly across her whole body to the point she might have been nude. This was further helped both fact that the fabric was near translucent, allowing a very visible outline of her body to be seen. What was visible  included her long firm thighs and shapely hips, as well as her very generous chest which strained against the fabric hard enough for me to tell she wasnt wearing a bra, her impossible perk and high nipples another blessing of her goddess. However despite being a great admirer of a perky pair,  my eye was drawn to her belly.

Pregnancy had not turned the paladin into a glutton, but instead of abs her torso was now dominated by a growing baby bump. It wasn't huge, indeed it was on the lower end of normal, but on Katrina's otherwise lean form the round bulge of her belly seemed utterly out of place. Her obliques were still firm looking, showing not a trace of love handle, but with the bump merely appearing in between them. The only other sign of her being three months pregnant was a slight increase in her already large, goddess blessed breasts and in the softness of her face.

Katrina's high cheek bones and firm chin remained unaltered weight wise, lacking either a creeping double chin or spreading jowls. The Paladin did look much softer though in her look, a near beatific smile glued on her face. Honestly she looked down right serene, like a painting of a saint viewing her goddess. One of her slim hands rested on her small bump, stroking it lovingly while the other cradled beneath it. She was consciously drawing attention to the small bulge with everything from her body language to her choice of attire, which must have been a pre-pregnancy dress it hugged her so tightly.

Once the pregnant Priestess had settled herself down, crossing one still perfect leg over its twin, the non-pregnant one waddled in.

Yvarra was in honestly terrible condition by the time she had entered. Her by now very round face was beet red with effort and swimming with sweat, climbing the flight of stairs up to my office nearly too much for her. Although Katrina's gain was more noticable due to its obvious cause, Yvarra's was much larger and much worse.

My friend had been undoubtedly very overweight back at the Imperial Gala, winded from an hour of dancing and over fond of food, but she had still had somewhat fit muscles under her rolls and walked with poise, wearing heels and shaking her wide hips from one side to the other. Now however, Yvarra waddled across my expensive rugs in flat soled shoes, her thighs slapping together as she waddled, their movement not enough to swing her hips at all.

While the Athenan wore a tight dress, her Curvacian rival practically surged out of her clothing. I knew full well that Yvarra had a whole cohort of tailors available, but it seemed she was gaining faster than they could keep up. I heard several seams in her short purple skirt sigh, while a tiny rip formed in the cutout top as her vast tummy surged against it when she collapsed into her arm chair.

I was more than a little shocked from this. While Yvarra had had a hefty gut for years now, formerly it had maintained a basic round shape, large enough to be very noticeable without being so large as to droop. Now her belly had grown enough that it was beginning to hang apron like over her diamond studded gold belt, which was itself barely holding together, and her balloon like mammaries hung ridiculously over it,. Fatty deposits jiggled and wobbled on her arms, while Yvarra's soft face was becoming positively moon shaped. In regards to her ass, I had only had a brief glimpse when she turned to sit, but the distinction between her thunder thighs and wide ass was fading, both meaty body parts merging together as they ran out of room to expand.

'So my dear Holy Sisters,' I began once Yvarra had stopped panting, 'what can I do for you?'

'Well,' began Katrina when it was obvious that Yvarra was going to be a minute, 'I would first like to boast of a completely successful campaign against the beast men.'

'You seem to be tooting your own horn a bit, I would be a poor spy master indeed if I didn't know the actions of our own orders.'

'Well yes, but it ties in,' explained Katrina, 'and as its going to be a few years until I'm allowed combat duties again, please allow me to indulge.'

'Of course, may I ask when you are due?' I said politely, although I knew it had to be exactly six months from now, I didn't want to let on that I knew who had filled her.

'In the fall,' she explained, 'my temple is already preparing for a celebration. This will be the first Imperial Child the Athenans have been blessed with for several generations. Basil's ancestors favored the male War-God, while the Emperor himself seemed to have a different taste.'

With this she cast an eye to Yvarra's huge wobbly gut across from her.

'Yes, yes,' said Yvarra with good grace, 'well, we can't help it if the Emperor wanted to have twenty daughters with our priestesses. I'm very happy for your blessing anyway Katrina, even if it barely shows.'

The temperment between the two women was considerably warmer, something approaching friendship at least, although I could tell that Yvarra seemed very jealous of her counterpart.

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'Anyway,' continued Katrina, 'within a week of the Imperial Gala I set out from the city, commanding nearly our full muster of the Paladins of both our temples. Yvarra was my co-commander, leading a heavy cohort of priestesses for magical support.'

'Heavy in more than one sense,' said Yvarra, pouring herself a glass of water from the decanter on her side table.

'Yes indeed, it took the Curvacian Priestesses some effort to keep up, but at the end of the campaign they were moving a little faster. To continue, the beastmen do not typically make war in winter, preferring to retire to the deep woods near the banks of the great river where they may breed over the cold months to launch fresh raids come spring. Our journey was cold, but as we had only a thousand well disciplined warriors we moved fast.'

'Some of us at least were also helped by our extra insulation,' said Yvarra, 'although I had sworn horses were a lot wider the last time I had sat one.'

'And I will pity the charger I gave you for ever more,' Katrina joked, 'In any event, the beastmen were not expecting a winter attack. Our Paladins cut them down in droves and our Priestesses crushed their foul shamans. By the end of the first month we had gutted them, destroying their larger settlements and their winter supplies. We spent a few weeks moping up, but by then my current blessed condition had become apparent and upon informing my superiors they bade me return at once.'

'I was also called back,' said Yvarra, 'and never have I been hungrier in my life. I must have lost ten pounds due to those field rations.'

'I doubt you lost anything,' said Katrina, 'one of those field ration tins are meant to last you all day and you were shoveling one down every few hours! All that fat around your waist didn't come from nowhere.'

'Then they should make them more filling!' Yvarra said testily, 'although most of this has come on since we returned to the city.'

'Oh, did you get pregnant as well?' I asked, not able to resist a chance to tease.

'No,' Yvarra said with false grumpiness, 'I suppose I'll have to wait for the anniversary of my first set of twins birth to be so blessed again. All of this, is me and me alone!'

With that she grabbed one of her many flabby rolls with her very plump hand and gave it a shake. She then attempted to mirror Katrina's pose by crossing her legs, but found her rotund legs too thick to easily manage.

'All of that is your own fault,' said Katrina, 'I told you that I would not deviate from my Temple's diet for pregnant mothers and I meant it. Only clean vegetables, lean grilled meat and fruits for me, with boiled water and a glass of milk each morning for bone strength. Bringing me to every doughnut shop in the city for breakfast is just a big of waste of your money as it is dragging me to those absurd buffets at lunch.'

'Bah,' muttered Yvarra, 'this wasn't supposed to happen this way! I mean, I knew I'd put on a little weight but I was used to being fat. You were supposed to blow up too! Pregnancy was meant to unleash your inner glutton the way it did me!'

'You were already fat when you got pregnant,' I pointed out.

'That is so not the point!' Yvarra said with an eye roll, 'what a feather in my cap it would be if I could turn the slimmest of our rivals into a huge cow, even with a hand from Basil's seed. It would be a huge PR victory for our creed of softness and contentedness. Instead you just abstain from each meal and pay for street urchins to eat instead, sitting there all fit and serene.'

'You'll just have to settle with turning into a huge cow yourself,' said Katrina, giving the huge jello mound of her rival a soft pat.

'Weren't you telling me something?' I said, I found the whole exchange unbelievably entertaining, but did have work to do that day, having already to deal with the paper work from three spy rings and a cult being broken before my light lunch.

'Thank you,' said Katrina, 'well today we've gotten a report from one of the mop up groups under a pair of  our mid-level Paladins, something that will interest you and the Emperor greatly.'

'Oh?'

'We think its the lost High Elven Capitol.'

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Next chapter. Fairly long so its a two parter, but has lots of fat girls.  8)

Chapter 17: An Expedition into Mystery

The High Elven Capital, a mystery city lost for ten thousand years. Once it had been the greatest city in the world, home to an empire that sprawled across every kingdom mankind now called his. But it had been lost, the city vanishing in a single mysterious night and the Elven empire collapsing into instant civil war, humans arising in the vacuum as the population fell. No human had ever found the lost city, despite searching for the uncountable wealth it was said to hold. Now only remnants remained of the Fey folk: the wood elves in cities hidden deep in the woods and the dark elves, beings of pure evil in the far north.

‘You must be joking,’ I said to the two Priestesses in front of me, ‘No one’s seen the High Elven Capitol since before man invented fire! How is it that your crusade has found it?’

‘It was a blessing from Athena,’ said Katrina with a coy smile.

‘Or Curvacia,’ counted Yvarra, ‘a patrol of our Paladins chased a pack of beast men into a sheer cliff face, where the monsters vanished as they ran into the stone. The oldest legends of the Elves tell that their home city was hidden by such an illusion.’

‘Amazing, so what did they find? Gold? Artifacts? Scrolls?’

‘Um… we don’t know,’ admitted Katrina, ‘so far everyone who has gone in hasn’t come back out.’

‘Oh goody,’ I said, some of my enthusiasm dampening, ‘so now you’re going to want my help to solve this mystery?’

‘Well, I’d solve it myself, but I’m currently banned from combat’ said Katrina, gesturing at her small bump.

‘So I guess it will be Yvarra and me, as well as what support I can dreg up,’ I said, ‘do we have any other ideas on what might be inside?’

‘The oldest stories are held in the Curvacian temple,’ said Yvarra, ‘from back when it was a way-chapel of the elves. They’re too old to move, so it would be best if you come with me.’

I cancelled my appointments for that afternoon, save for sending a message to Basil asking for a company of the Imperial Guard. He sent back an affirmative immediately, eager for an excuse to leave negotiations with one of the anarchic Kingdoms from the west. I didn’t know it at the time, but they had been wildly successful, but that was a story for another day. I also sent a message to the Imperial Arcane College, asking for their expert on elven history and archeology to meet us at the Curvacian temple.

Although I had been to the temple before, that had been over three years ago and while the huge building was much the same, its inhabitants had swelled quite a bit. The temple itself remained a huge marble pyramid, stretching hundreds of meters into the air and hollowed out into several worship halls and sacred altars. Inside were the religion’s sacred vaults, filled to the brim with ancient secrets, antique scrolls of a dozen saints and demi-goddesses and a stupidly huge amount of gold, placed there by millions over the years thankful for the services of a priestess, whether it be carnal or medical in nature. Also, and far more intriguingly, was the Eternal Orgy pit, always home to a hundred stunning Priestesses engaged in shifts of non-stop coitus for a thousand years.

Two huge wings flanked the central pyramid, long functional buildings given over to the day to day administration. Here were the schools where hundreds of orphans and second daughters were trained to be priestesses, taught poise, elegance, divine magic and most recently how to eat until they were near bursting. Most of the Priestesses had their quarters here, snuggled in between scores of kitchens and feast halls that had been gymnasiums a few years ago. Several hospitals were also there, always free to children, mothers and pregnant women, where the Temple’s healers practiced their skills. Finally, a huge ring of statues circled the entire complex, each one of an incredibly curvaceous Priestess or Paladin who had earned special recognition.

‘Goddess above Yvarra, hurry up!’ Katrina yelled, the two of us standing in the shadow of one statue.

Yvarra lagged many yards behind us, huffing and puffing as she hauled her overweight form towards us. Sweat cascaded off the fat woman’s brow, running over her red cheeks. She gripped at a stitch at her side, while her visible thighs were an angry red from where they were slapping into each other. Every step she took sent jiggles bouncing through her fat body.

‘Give me a moment,’ the Curvacian said, leaning against the statue plinth, ‘not all of us are super fit freaks you know. How you walk that fast I’ll never know. Its unnatural.’

‘Or the result of a sensible eating plan,’ said Katrina with a smirk.

Although I wouldn’t have said it, I was more inclined to agree with Yvarra. My friend may have let herself go, further than she normally was anyway, but walking with Katrina was punishing. Three months of pregnancy hadn’t slowed down the Paladin one iota, her long muscular legs kept strutting forwards, her heels beating out a pace that was leaving me exhausted. I had thought I had gotten into better shape, but just being near her was reminding me how far I had to go. Part of me joined Yvarra in hoping pregnancy would blimp her out, but after experiencing rapid weight gain myself I didn’t want to wish it on another woman.

‘Please, no woman could follow that!’ said Yvarra.

‘You used to,’ observed Katrina, casting an eye to the statue Yvarra rested against.

It was of Yvarra herself, marble cast in gold and carved by a master. A perfect copy, it nonetheless showed an utterly different woman, as the stone and gold Yvarra was trim and lean, slim hands resting on firm round hips that tapered into long athletic legs, not the elephantine tree trunks that rubbed themselves raw the woman now had. Likewise, the statue’s belly was made of literally rock hard abs, her torso appearing long, the firm breasts jutting out of them like a cliff. Now Yvarra’s huge gut was beginning to sag towards her thighs, just like her massive breasts fought against her scale mail bikini. Finally, the old Yvarra’s face showed an expression of haughty arrogance, far different than the overheated exhaustion that she now showed.

I noticed that even the now very fatphillic Priestesses of Curvacia sucked in their chubby guts as they walked past, unconsciously feeling overweight. However, they let their bellies surge back as they walked by the next statue, which showed Yvarra when she was pregnant with twins, having already been fattened up by the then future-Emperor. Shockingly though, I noticed that the pregnant statue was rather slimmer than Yvarra’s current body.

‘Okay, you might have a point,’ said Yvarra, one soft hand unconsciously plunging into the spongy mass of her waist, ‘I may have been overeating lately in an attempt to turn you into a blimp. I’ll quit trying to fatten you up, if you quit with the fat jokes.’

‘Deal,’ said Katrina, ‘I’ll hold back every comment on your ever increasing size.’

As the two Priestesses talked, the three of us entered the temple.

There were three things I noticed within the temple. The first was the obscene amount of religious art, thousands of murals, mosaics, statues and tapestries depicting the art of sex. Almost all the women within the pictures were slim, but art of fat women was going up as rapidly as the weight of the Priestesses around them. That was the second thing I noticed, the sheer weight of the women around me.

Priestesses of Curvacia had tended to show a lot of skin for centuries, exulting in strutting about in tiny outfits to show off leg, belly and breast. There was never an ugly Priestess, for even girls who entered the temple with crooked teeth or pimply skin saw their flaws quickly altered. But this had once held true for weight problems as well, for once every single Curvacian from the Temple raised daughters of the Priestesses to the teenage initiates, the Paladins and Priestesses all the way up to the Grand Priestess herself had been incredibly fit, firm and lean, the Goddess blessed breasts the only fat on their body. In those days they had fought the Athenan’s to a standstill in the volleyball pits, but those days were over.

Now initiates entered the Temple with their bodies soft, already possessing starter bellies and the first hints of double chins as they took their oaths to their goddess. Old practices of physical fitness and dietary privation had been cast away in favor of palatial luxury and excess, most training consisted of practicing divine magic and prayers during endless buffets instead of cadenced workout drills. Almost all the girls I saw there were well within the chubby range, round asses poking out the bottom of their short skirts, while flabby stomachs jiggled.

The change was less drastic in the next grade of Curvacia’s servants, the junior clerics and entry level paladins. Many of the clerics became adventurers proselytizing across the Empire or worked hard all day in the hospital or temple. These women lacked the lazy fat that seemed to accumulate so rapidly on the others, although many of the clerics had clearly gained, this was manageable weight. Most of them were very curvy, with very rounded hips, soft but not flabby stomachs and full breasts, they might not have been images of fitness but even in my thinnest days I’d never call them fat. A handful still had the graceful leaness that Yvarra had once possessed, but I doubted that this would last, given that each of the slim beauties all had fatty treats at hand.

Almost all of the Sacred Prostitutes, or Vestal Sluts as they were called, had ballooned as well, a far cry from when Yvarra had whipped them into shape. Now almost all of them had at least thirty pounds on me, and I still considered myself very plump. Their fat forms seemed to surge out of their tiny outfits, the micro skirts and bikini tops swallowed by a wave of soft flesh. Thick love handles and overfed paunches over hanged the tops of their skirts, while rather plump thighs and very round asses filled out the bottom. Each of the women had been chosen from amongst the best and brightest of the junior clerics who roamed the Empire and they had clearly ballooned during their pampered time here in the Capitol. All they had to do was eat all day and screw the occasional noble who could fork up the hefty sums the temple charged, a price so high that a Curvacian Vestal was said to be worth her weight in gold.

One of the few groups of fit women I saw were the Paladins. Curvacians had never boasted as many of these holy warriors as the Athenans had, preferring non-martial Priestesses instead, but there had always been a fair amount. More than half of them could have still fit inside the dress Katrina’s baby bump was stretching out, but it would have been rather tight. While these Paladins were trim and no doubt still in excellent shape, it was safe to say that they had relaxed their diet quite a bit. Their faces were slightly, but noticeably rounder, and  who many of those who were wearing their ceremonial scale mail bikinis failed to display a single abdominal muscle on their still reasonably thin stomachs. A little jiggle was present in their butts and their breasts fought against their armored breast plates just a tad more. I had no doubt that they could still swing their masses with vigor, but there would be a bit more jiggle when they did so.

More than a few Paladins had utterly abandoned being slim though. Although they weren’t flabby blobs like Yvarra, at least a third of the Temple’s sworn lady warriors weighed just as much as her. These Paladins had gorged themselves on red meats and fortifying ales, swelling up with a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and fat since the Temple had relaxed its weight restrictions. Wide shoulders and muscular arms thick as Basils went oddly with huge soft breasts and broad paunches, the former muscular while the later were rather saggy. Each of these girls had massively round asses and legs thick as tree trunks, but I could tell from the amount of weight many of the girls were squat pressing in the few gymnasiums we passed that there was incredible amounts of muscle at work.

‘See Katrina,’ Yvarra gestured at the huge women as we passed, ‘you can enjoy your food and still be a valiant warrior.’

‘'That may be true Yvarra,' Katrina admitted, 'but I have my doubts that these warriors would be able to maneuver well as foot soldiers, weighed down as they are. Nor would I envy the horse that carries them into battle if they fight as cataphracts.'

As we left the strong yet undeniably overweight Paladins behind, we began seeing more of the higher ranked Priestesses. These were women who had served Curvacia dutifully for many years before passing the tests to be full Priestesses and been blessed as a result. Curvacian Priestesses tended to be very well preserved, all of the at least thirty year old women having bodies so firm and faces so smooth as to shame most girls in their teens. In a sense this was still true, I didn't see a single wrinkle or sag despite many of the Priestesses being over forty, but any blessing against middle age spread seemed long revoked. They still looked like girls in their twenties all right, but now they were looking like very fat girls in their twenties.

Without question all of the Priestesses and Lady-Bishops we saw were fat, not soft or chubby like the initiates, curvaceously zaftig like the juniors or fat but fit like Paladins, but just plain huge. The official priestess skirt had always been a tiny thing, designed to be short to show off the maximum amount of leg and meant to ride low to show off shapely hips. This hadn't changed despite the shape of the women wearing becoming much rounder.

Massive hips strained the seams of their short purple skirts, already under siege by their girth of elephantine thighs. Round flabby bellies had grown in over the Priestesses former wash board abs, the soft beer guts overhanging their golden belts and partially obscuring their skirts. Massive breasts strained against chain mail bikini tops, threatening to snap the thin metal. Those Priestesses who walked did so with glacial slowness, knowing how easily they became winded and wishing to maintain their elegant poise, they waddled with slow care on their high heels, soft tummies wobbling and thick thighs sliding together.

Despite this are we saw several wardrobe  malfunctions during our travels: one priestess had her belt snap, only the sheer girth of her thighs preserving her dignity. A Lady Bishop took a misstep, her violet skirt tearing in two with a violent rip. The snap of metal announced one chain mail bra falling off its owner, exposed F cups jiggling for all to see. 

I had only had clothing tear due to my weight once, when trying to fit into an unwisely bought pair of pantaloons back after my initial weight gain. My huge ass had ripped apart the seat before I left home, but I still felt mortified. The Priestesses treated such public displays of their life styles consequences as a joke, laughing at their own exposure.

'Does this happen a lot?' I asked Yvarra

'Oh at least once a month in my experience,' the Priestess answered, uncomfortably tugging at her own very tight skirt.

'Odd then that we just saw three incidents,' Katrina observed.

'Oh, you meant for the temple as a whole? I was talking about per person.'

'You mean you eat yourself out of your loathes on a monthly basis? Why not just go up a size when you notice you're getting snug?'

'To show off of course,' said Yvarra, 'each pound is a blessing after all and must be displayed fully. Just like how Katrina still wears that dress despite it being too small.'

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Aside from obesity, the other constant in the temple was food. Plump initiates clad in straining green dresses pushed carts everywhere, handing out fattening goodies for free. Yvarra was constantly munching, going through a bag of popcorn and several packets of candy. Katrina ignored it all with amazing will power, but I was made of less stern stuff.

Reasoning that I had been losing at a steady pace I helped myself to a cup cake or four, my favorite treats vanishing as I swallowed them down. Almost immediately I had a vague sense of regret, but figured I could work it off. Contrary to logic, my stomach was only enticed by the snacking, soon gurgling with painful hunger. To quiet it I unthinkingly scarfed down an order of delicious fried wontons and a paper bowl of deep fried chicken along with some biscuits, piping hot and dripping with butter. Before long my stomach had ceased gurgling, but my short grey dress had grown even tighter around my stuffed belly.

'I’m going to pay or that later,' I mumbled, my hand stroking my stuffed paunch on its own violation. Although I was uncomfortably full,I felt pleasantly warm and rather content, almost sleepy really.

Katrina didn't say anything, but the look the redhead shot us was full of both contempt and amusement.

Soon we all arrived at the central vaults, guarded by two massive doors of bronze, the metal carved to show dozens of acts of coitus. A paladin flanked each door, each clad in a form fitting breast plate with a military skirt of steel and leather. Clearly no real attack was expected, for both sets of armor were clearly ceremonial: the breast plate was uselessly shaped around each breast and left a good deal of cleavage exposed as well, while also barring the midriff. Their greaves were functional steel, but their short skirts left their thighs nude.

The blonde girl on the left seemed slim as a reed in her armor, but her face had the beginnings of a double chin. She seemed graceful and carried a longsword, but when she bent even the slightest her seemingly flat tummy erupted into tiny rolls.

Meanwhile, Her brunette companion was massively wide, her thick arms and heavy warhammer speaking of great strength. At the same time, her huge paunch spoke of a great appetite, surging as it did out from under her armor. She stood on legs thick as Katrina's waist and must have weighed closer to three hundred pounds than two.

'Who wishes to enter the Temples Sacred Vaults!?' The thinnest Paladin shouted, starter belly shaking as she bellowed.

Yvarra sighed and walked forwards, 'It is I, Senior Priestess Yvarra the Soft Bodied, Lady Almoner, Accomplished Divine Mage, Bringer of Twins and Harbinger of Gluttony. Allow us to pass Marie, you know who I am, your face spent half an hour between my pussy last week.'

'Well yes, but rules are rules,' the Paladin insisted, 'if we didn't challenge everyone then why are we here?'

'Fine,' said Yvarra, 'ladies, if you would?'

Katrina took a quick step forwards, heels clacking on the marble, 'Paladin Major Katrina Hzeinmous, wielder of the Holy Blade Lazaran, Slayer of the Dermhol Dragon, Heroine of the Battle of Zwickau and Blessed Matron.'

'Katrina, is that you?' The biggest Paladin said leaning forwards as if Katrina was unrecognizable, 'I barely recognized you behind that gut.'

'Its a baby bump Tsanna,' Katrina said in an annoyed tone, 'I'm well below the limits of my nutrition plan as well. And you're one to talk, you used to be this curveless, flat chested stick of a thing. I bet there's more to you in your beer gut than there was at Zwickau.'

'Well I have doubled a bit the past couple years', the Paladin said making a bicep with her huge arm,  'but you should see how much I can bench now!'

'Well work out again when I'm less busy,' Katrina promised.

That left only me to declare myself. Unused to this sort of open boasting it took me a moment to think of something.

'Ashlay Swiftstrike,' I decided on, 'first degree black belt, 2 nd Rank Mistress of the Night, Assassin of Caliphs and Imperial Spy Mistress, as well as the only woman in the city to still employ a nutritionist.'

'Really?' The paladin with the starter belly giggled, 'I hope you're not expecting great results, scarfing down crab Rangoon like you just were.'

'It was a minor lapse I'm sure,' a male voice said behind me.

Basil had come upon us unawares, moving with surprising stealth for such a big man. His Imperial finery was gone replaced with  a the scale mail uniform of a dragoon captain of the Imperial Guard, its short sleeves tight against his arms. Nonetheless, men of his looks and stature were rare and everywoman there recognized him. All of them thrust out their chests reflexively, while also sticking out their tummies as they could. Several stitches popped loudly.

'I believe you know who I am,' the Emperor said, 'or do you need a demonstration?'

Both paladins looked Ike they were going to faint just from his presence, as well as the strain of pushing out their paunchy bellies as far as they could. I noticed that Yvarra was also sticking out her huge gut and even Katrina was standing so to emphasize her bump. Before I could think to chide them I noticed that my own stomach had betrayed me, looking larger than normal due to my heavy snacking.

'Of course we recognize you your highness,' the fatter guard curtsied, fat stomach almost knocking her off balance.

'Although we'd love one,' the thinner guard giggled.

'Perhaps later,' Basil said, 'I will have to speak to my companions.'

I blushed then.

'Then you all may pass,' said the fat paladin, 'a Mage is already inside.'

Finally we were allowed past the gates, traveling down through cool corridors into bedrock. The path branched to several sub vaults holding vast amounts of treasure and precious artifacts. Our destination was less opulent than the other vaults, but just as important.

The library was a vast cavern, kept cool and dry to preserve the tombs within. Hundreds of shelves lined the walls, a labyrinth stretching out of sight. Many of these tomes predated the empires foundation or even humanity. Few people were within the huge room, for the Curvacians had spent a few centuries preferring physical activity over learning. This might change in the future, but for now the librarian and our Wizard contact were easy to spot.

Our contact was lost in study at a far table,but the librarian sprawled on a couch behind a desk at the front of the room.

She idly reclined on the couch, tossing candy after candy into her plump mouth and playing with her a strand of long blonde hair that had escaped her severe bun. Glasses framed her grey eyes and there were chocolate stains around her lips. To combat the chill of the library she wore a fuzzy purple sweater, which had probably accentuated an hour glass figure at one point but was now hiked up several inches to reveal a pale muffin top sprawling over her thick thighs. the rest of her body was equally doughy, from the fat arms stretching out her sweater to the wide hips threatening to burst her skirt. I could tell she had once possessed very fine features, but overeating had obliterated high cheekbones, covering them with vast flabby cheeks.

'Ah Mistress Yvarra!' The woman said, attempting to surge to attention but instead rising slowly, stomach obviously full of food, 'I hadn't expected to see you until after the evening buffet.'

'I would have taken my companions there Tristin, but they insisted on such a fast pace we got here too early,' said Yvarra.

'Still there coming along nicely,' the librarian said, 'the easterner looks ready to pop and its not everyday you see an Athenan with that kind of paunch. She almost looks pregnant!'

'I am pregnant,' Katrina said annoyingly.

'And I'm only mildly overweight,' I interjected, which was somewhat true.

'Whatever you need to tell yourselves,' the librarian giggled, 'when I first started gaining I told myself I was just going to go up a cup size so I'd jiggle more on the volleyball court. Then during the two weeks I gave myself off from exercising I just started really reading. The next thing I knew it was mid winter and I had gained forty pounds. Oh well, I'm glad fat is in now, because i don't think this is going to come off easily.'

I really doubt she could, for Tristin easily weighed as much as Yvarra but lacked even a trace of my friends residual muscle tone. Truly this priestess had gone from trim athlete to obese nerd; Her jello like double gut shook with every movement and her mouth never stopped chewing as an endless cavalcade of chocolates went down it.

'Anyway let me introduce myself, Tristin Alexmos, Chief Librarian of the Curvacian Temple. I have already gathered all of the texts you have asked for, is there anything else you need?'

'Not at this moment,' said Basil, 'why don't you go onto the buffet?'

'Oh that's a good idea, I was starting to get hungry. Let me grab a snack and ill be off.'

With that she picked up her tray of candy and waddled off, giving me a glimpse of a massive ass that had ripped through the back of her skirt. She didn't look like she was wearing underwear, but an ass that big could have easily swallowed it.

'Is she alright?' I asked, 'she seemed a tad...'

'Ditzy?' Finished Yvarra, 'Tristin always has been a bit out of it. She used to never be down here, but at least she likes reading now as much as she likes eating.'

'I remember playing against her. She used to be skinnier than I am, or at least was,' said Katrina with a hand on her stomach, 'remind me not to take a library job.'

'Oh I'm sure you have the potential to round out beautifully into a fat little nerd Katrina,' said Basil jovially, 'but time is wasting, lets get to work.'

Katrina looked a bit miffed at that but said  nothing. If she could have sucked in her belly I'm sure she would have though.

'Emperor, Honored ladies, it is a pleasure to meet you,' our Mage said as we approached, standing and bowing with her pointed hat in one hand, 'Carmilla Eclair, at your service.'

This woman was gorgeous. Carmilla was about my age and stood taller than Yvarra but shorter than Katrina, she was probably in her 140s and wore her weight far better than I could have ever hoped to. A stupendously large and perky rack strained the tight bodice of her mage’s robes, which were drawn tight about her waist to emphasize her hourglass figure. The skirts were slit so wide I could see every inch of her bronzed legs, shapely yet not muscular, and went up so high I could tell there was a thong about her round hips. Her shoulder length hair was dirty blonde, her skin was a flawless dark tan and her face had the just right combination of high cheek bones and soft cheeks.

I had kept from getting horny all through the trip, despite the huge amount of overweight female flesh and gluttony on display, but I had to admit that Carmilla was the type of hot guaranteed to set me off. It didn’t help that there was a slight bulge on her tummy, evidence that I wasn’t the only woman who found it impossible to walk through a Curvacian temple without stopping to eat a few thousand calories along the way. Yvarra was looking at her the same way I was and Basil was definetly fighting down his own baser urges, leaving Katrina to speak for us.

‘The pleasure is ours,’ Katrina answered, probably feeling a bit put out to not be the woman with the flattest stomach in the room anymore, ‘I’m sure.’

‘Truly I’m glad to have a representative from the Mages here,’ said Basil, ‘now what have you found?’

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Chapter 18: Emperor Basil in a fight to the death against brain washed, bisexual, buxom beauties!

Our journey was a long one, taking over two weeks even on the excellent Imperial roads. Basil kept the company of dragons he had chosen for our mission moving fast and I was exhausted from the riding at the end of each day. Our party was over a hundred strong, counting the horse troopers, Basil and his party and a small squad of Athenian paladins going to relieve some of the girls guarding the elf city. We were fortunate that we were still in settled territory, for there were garrison posts for the troops to bivouack in, temples for the Paladinsand inns for Yvarra, Carmilla and myself.

Although I had prided myself at losing so much weight, the hard travel made me realize just how out of shape I remained. Riding all day left me sweaty, sore and exhausted, making me glad for the baths in each inn. My leg muscles were so sore the first few days I could barely exercise. But if I was tired, Yvarra was an utter wreck.

The Priestess weight required a huge cart horse as her mount, but even its broad back seemed too narrow for her. her horses step set her whole flabby body jiggling and left her broad ass red and sore. Each night she practically collapsed into her bed, emerging only to order vast amounts of greasy, deep fried bar food.

Any chance that travel might firm Yvarra up seemed pathetically slim. Piles of Fried potatoes vanished down her maw every night, followed by fried fish and platters of buffalo wings. She'd also down stein after stein of beer, before waddling off to bed tipsy, her mouth stained orange and her belt undone. She had brought a long sets of loose traveling clothes, tough pants and shirts cut to show off her cleavage but thick enough to protect her legs, but soon I noticed they were growing tight in the waist.

However I didn't have much room to talk. We were moving through small cities and large towns, big enough for Imperial fashions to have penetrated but still small enough that few girls had gained much. So in towns where the biggest paunch around was a starter belly, I was suddenly the queen bee.

Yvarra might have been heavier than me, but she was generally passed out in her room pretty early, leaving the playing field open for me. In the common rooms of inns I found myself wined and dined each evening, the best of the local boys and girls going after me hard. I got praised for the breadth of my hips, the wobble of my chins, the soft jut of my gut, the depth of my tummy rolls. At first I was a tad bashful having not had sex for months, but before long I got to enjoying it.

Ever since my binge in the Curvacian temple I had started feeling hungry again, my stomach reawakening to the joys of fatty food. Out in the sticks I abandoned my diet completely,  letting the local nobles stuff me full each night. Before long I started taking the better looking ones to bed as well, although i found that my range of positions had shortened quite a bit.

Back in the Harem overeating had been a chore, something I had forced myself to do. Now for some reason the vast pressure in my gut felt pleasant and the simple tavern fare tasted delicious. My cover identity was as a rich merchant traveling with an army unit to visit one of the dwarves cities. Merchants have a reputation for gluttony and lust and I went all out, eating and screwing with gusto.

Carmilla posed as my assistant and acted as my wingman at night. In the more liberal towns we started having orgies together and I learned her tan curves were soft to the touch. The Mage never exercised, keeping her perfect curves by a careful diet. Only the slightest tip and she could either shrink or expand. I was damn tempted to start fattening her up, but she pre emptied me by keeping my face stuffed.

I still kept up my exercise, but for the first time in months my weight stopped falling. I told myself I wouldn't get fatter again, just that I would maintain my current hefty but somewhat fit physique. A nagging voice in my head warned about weight gain, cholesterol and blood pressure, but I ignored it, literally swallowing it. It helped that at 180 I was light enough to lack issues with balance, movement or knee pain, while my excellent bras spared me any discomfort up top. In any case two weeks of moderate indulgence wouldn't get me noticeably bigger, or so I hoped.

Soon we left the towns behind moving through wilderness. We lacked comforts here and my spoiled tummy groaned from the sudden lack of pampering. Yvarra had gotten a bag of candy from somewhere that seemed bottomless, but she refused to share it with me. Thankfully it was not long before we reached our destination.

The Athenans and Curvacians had set up a fortified camp at the cliff face illusion, complete with palisade, moat and towers. Most of the work had been done by summoned golems, leaving the paladins and priestess to patrol, train and screw.

You would be forgiven for thinking that months with the Curvacians would have left the trim Athenans tubby, but you'd be wrong. Although combat armor wasn't as skimpy as the ceremonial stuff, it was for fitting enough for me to tell that the Athenans remained rail thin. However, the Curvacians were practically bursting from their armor.

'We've been patrolling aggressively ever since we set up camp,' Priestess Elia reported to us in the command post, 'the magic in the area has increased daily, but There  has been no sign of our sisters who first entered the illusion.'

Elia was an Athenan, stately and trim she wore a long chain mail dress that still managed to show off her waspy waist. Her helm framed delicate cheekbones and a heavy mace rested at her side.

'Nor have we seen any tracks leading in or out, ' said Paladin Galea, 'even the birds avoid this place. Everyday We must hunt farther afield. I'm lucky I'm so fit that I can travel, as most of my sisters have really let themselves go.'

Galea said all of this without irony.She was one of those Curvacian Paladins who redoubled their weight lifting as they gorged, arms and legs strengthening as the stomach grew wide, but at somepoint her belly started over taking everything else. Galea still fought as an archer, but had hopefully eschew hit and run tactics. Her green leather armor showed off her legs, thick and round above her leather boots, and bulged against her gluttonous belly. Her movements were certainly ponderous and that armor was very tight, speaking of recent expansion.

'Has anyone else gone into the illusion?' Basil asked

'No,' the Curvacian  said, 'we might have already lost fifty of our sisters, I have permitted no more.'

'What about the magical fields?' Carmilla asked, 'our research indicates that the Elven City ate naturally occurring magic to fuel itself. '

'It is odd,'said the Athenan, 'although now that you mention it some of our construction golems had weakened early.'

'It must be on again,' the mage mused, 'drawing in magic from everywhere around. That's why the animals avoid it.'

'What could it do with the levels you're talking about?' Basil asked.

'Something big.'

We ate a simple dinner that night, a far cry from the fatty far I had grown accustomed too. Basil allowed the troopers to mingle with the temple troops, while we sat at the simple halls high table. From our lofty vantage point the source of the Voluptians recent softening became rapidly apparent.

The trim Athenians were eating vicariously through their rivals, plying them with platter after platter and stein after stein. Some women would playfully refuse, leading the skinny Athenians to start hand feeding the plumper Priestesses, stuffing slices of meat and hunks of bread down their mouths. No visible resistance was offered, the already overweight women simply undoing their belts and reclining.

'Is it wise to allow your warriors to eat so much before a battle?' Captain Morganna, the leader of our Dragoon company asked.

She was a fit and stately young woman, symbolic of the middle classers who were rapidly dominating the Imperial military. Her chestnut hair was held back in a severe bun and her green eyes were accentuated by faint dueling scars on her cheeks. Currently she was wearing an officers blue jacket and tight white pants, showing off her long legs and pert bubble butt. Like me she was eating lightly, in her case keeping a flat belly while I strove to undo some of the damage several weeks of overeating had done on my diet.

'Oh our girls are used to it,' Priestess Elia said, 'those big Voluptians need a lot of feeding to fuel those strong bodies of there's. isn't that right Galea?'

The red headed Paladin could only groan in response, already lapsing into a food coma. Elia had stuffed three plates of roast boar down Galea's mouth, swelling the Voluptian to near bursting. With a faint sigh, Galea undid her sword belt,  almost collapsing into unconsciousness.

'Oh is that tummy sore?' Asked Elia, standing to rub Galea's vast paunch, her firm fingers sinking deep into the other woman's soft flesh. Elia was wearing a low cut silver dress and like all Athenians she had a very full chest on display. Her breasts bounced and wobbled as she rubbed the Voluptians bloated body, threatening to burst her top.

'Should we, um give them a room?' Asked Carmilla, getting a bit uneasy.

Most of the Curvacians had passed out at this point, leaving only Yvarra awake. My fatter friend had two skinny Athenans about her, each rubbing her wobbling gut while tossing sweet meats into her eager mouth. With a bit of alarm I noticed that all of the Athenans and our male troopers had surrounded the fifty or so female soldiers. Whatever resistance the girls had seemed to be rapidly eroding, as food started flowing into their mouths.

'Yes, I'd rather be leaving now,' I agreed, feeling that something was off.

'No, you three should stay a while,' said Elia, walking towards us seductively, 'you're so thin from the road.stay here and rest, grow strong again. And eat.'

Several Paladins in very skimpy dresses seemingly appeared, each bearing plates of pork, bowls of mashed potatoes and dishes office cream. I meant to say something but the smell was heavenly, causing my mouth to water and forget whatever I was about to say. Carmilla and Captain Morganna stopped speaking as well, salivating at the food.

Before I knew it a Paladin was on each side of me, their firm racks pressing into my face. They started spooning up ice cream before me, my favorite mint flavor drowning in fudge.

'Ladies, we need to go,' Basil said forcefully, 'this feast isn't right.'

'But I haven't had ice cream in days,' I said petulantly, as though through a dream.

'And triple fried lamb is my favorite,' said Morganna through a full mouth, 'I haven't had any since the last war.'

'And the mages guild hardly ever serves fondue,' whined Carmillah, gobbling down marshmallows.

'How did they know I liked beer,' Yvarra added drunkenly.

'Girls, their trying to bewitch you, turn you all into fat slaves!' Shouted the Emperor, drawing his blade in a flourish.

'Please assassins can't get fat,' I said without a trace of irony,' my abs could take a hundred feasts like this and not get fat.'

'Ill work it off later,' said Morganna, already taking off her kid gloves to really get to feasting.

'My metabolism can handle anything,' boasted the curvy Carmilla, with chocolate on her chin.

'Please, everyone knows I'm the thinnest woman in the city,' Yvarra slurred, 'I'd have to eat for years to get fat.'

'Damnit' muttered Basil, realizing that a ring of Athenans had surrounded them. Each woman drew a weapon, before suddenly unlacing their clothes and presenting a ring of athletic nudity.

'Take us Basil,'they murmured as one, 'fill us with your seed. Transform us, let us grow fat at your table. We will worship you as a God! You will let all know that the time of sin is at hand, that man should grow fat before they are slaughtered!'

'Im guessing I don't have choice in this,' murmured Basil, lowering his blade.

The Athenans closed, a circle of steely, sexual menace. Their weapons gleamed and their vaginas dripped wetness.

'Sorry girls,' said Basil, just as Elia reached him.

His fist lashed out, flooring the Priestess with an upper cut. Three more went down and suddenly he was on the main table, blade in both hands and shouting curses.

'Come on bitches and die,' I was a man before I was a king!'

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Section 2 Narrator Changes

While my spy master was busy stuffing herself, it fell upon me to deal with the situation and narrate. It is after all, my story.

At the moment I had the initiative, running across tables before the Athenians could get together and mob me. The fact that most of them were in cocktail dresses helped, for I was wearing as custom wearing armor. However, events were in danger of slipping away from me.

I was heavily outnumbered, the odds slipping past 100:1 against as my male troopers peeled themselves away from filling their female comrades. Worse, the Athenans were in damn good shape and all were capable fighters. At the moment I was keeping them at bay, but Paladins outside the feast hall were coming in, bearing long pikes and wearing armor.

I would receive no help at all from my companions, who were busy making pigs of themselves. Ashlay in particular had really let loose, both her fat girl and bisexual tendencies combining to have her eat ice cream from in between an Athenians breasts. The others weren't far behind, if I didn't act now soon they'd be too full to even hope to escape.

Throwing up one sword, I cut the cable on the chandelier, making it fall with a fiery crash. Jumping through the flames, I punched out the maiden Ashlay was busy munching off of and then kicked the Athenian who was eating out the former Assassin. Pommel strikes and uppercuts soon downed the rest of the feeders, but my companions were still entranced. I would perhaps be able to carry out the Captain and Carmilla, but Ashlay would require her own trip and even I would be pressed to haul out Yvarras flabby bulk.

Had I any magic, breaking their trances would be trivial, but alas I utterly lack that talent. Several nude Athenans charged me before I could think further and I was put on the back foot for a moment. I left most of the women alive, they couldn't help that they were obviously bewitched, but soon faced another rush by Priestess Elia, her right eye already swelling shut.

'Take him alive, his seed must pass on!' She yelled at me, a gratifying statement that was still terrifying, as over a hundred women surrounded me on all sides.

I prepared to hold my ground as long as could, but I already knew I was making a last stand. Granted, it would probably be the first time an Emperor had been screwed to death by a company of Paladins, but that wasn't what I wanted to be in the history books for. Luckily, salvation was at hand.

Katrina charged into the rear of the mob, a red haired warrior goddess with slightly illfitted armor. The child I had put in her didn't seem to slow her down, for she was still ahead of the squad of replacement Athenans we had led from the Capitol. Katrina and her sane sisters were not only free of bewitchment, they had entered in wearing full plate harness and were in little danger from the light weapons held by their half nude sisters. Soon they had fought there way to my side, keeping their brainwashed sisters at bay with pikes.

'Aren't you supposed to be back home resting?' I asked Katrina amidst the blade work.

'What, and leave all the fun to you?' She retorted, giving Elia another black eye, 'besides, I think I'm still the fittest woman here!'

'Can you break the spells here?' I asked her, glad I had someone who knew a little magic.

'Whatever has my Sisters has set its claws too deep for me, but the gluttony charm on the feedees should be simple!'

Soon a faint blue glow filled the room as Katrina called on her Goddess, a literally divine sense of moderation snapping each woman awake. Their mouths were stained, their stomachs open and their pants would be unfastenable for a while, but they could all stand up.

'Urgg,' Ashlay moaned, cream coated hands massaging her paunch, 'I don't think I'm ever eating again.'

'If you all aren't able to run than in a few minutes they'll have the charm back on you!' I shouted, sore pressed as the Athenans surged back at us.

I kicked my way through the back wall, making a hole big enough even for Yvarra. Katrina, her Paladins and I fought a desperate rearguard action while Carmilla started preparing a spell behind us.

'Its gonna take weeks to work this off,' Carmillah muttered, no doubt referring to the epic food baby that had burst her dress, 'all right, on the ground if you want to stay clean! Summon Ice Cream!'

As I hit the ground I saw a rainbow vortex of sticky cream soar above me. Hundreds of gallons of high pressure ice cream shot into the feasting hall, smacking down threatening Athenan and redolent Curvacian alike. Plates flew, tables flipped and the gooey stuff started piling up before Carmillah cut the stream.

'I've been perfecting that for the Curvacians 3rd annual eating contest,' the Mage explained, 'it still has a few kinks to work out.'

'Lets move, we don't have much time before they get up and I'm not up to killing our allies,' I ordered.

Out in the complex we started jogging, Which was problematic. Yvarra hadn't moved above walking pace in a while and even slim Captain Morganna had a lot of food slowing her down. Fortunately I saw one of our supply wagons near by, mostly empty but with a fresh team of mules hitched up.

'Into the wagon!' I yelled, as a stream of dairy splattered Paladins started pouring out of the feast hall.

We were a heavy load: thirteen slim women, eleven in in heavy armor, two rather hefty ones and an Emperor. Luckily the mules were strong and the destination close by. I whipped the reigns, pulling away from the mob of near nude, ice cream covered Athenans.

'Where are we going?' Panted Yvarra, she and Carmilla trying to block the spells hurtling at us.

'Through the portal!' I yelled, driving the mules straight at the cliff face. For a moment the unyielding rock shimmered around us, but soon it vanished, leaving us alone in a vast, strangely lit cavern. There was only us, and the ancient Elven city.

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Chapter 19: Ashlay returns as narrator, Journey in the ruins

Let a man be Emperor of half the world and suddenly he thinks he can write your story just because his names on the title and you're in a food coma. Anyway, now that the tale is back in my capable hands, let us continue.

'Hold on, I've gotta throw up,' Captain Morganna said turning off our path to vomit onto the road.

Upon standing the leggy brunette looked a tad green, but was standing straighter than she had before. Most of her immense food baby was gone, allowing her to finally button her pants again.

We had been on foot for a while, having had to abandon the cart as the elvish streets narrowed. The entrance was well behind us now, across a smooth expanse of cave, flat as the Imperial highway. All of this was in a huge cavern lit with a lustrous green glow and dominated by hundreds of beautiful buildings: soaring towers, arcing bridges and vast domed temples. All of them arced and twisted, looking more like trees than stone. One huge tower erupted from the center of the metropolis, emanating magic almost visibly.

Movement had been slow. Basil, Katrina and the Paladins hadn't even sweated, but given their superb fitness that didn't matter much. My own plump form was sweaty, and a tad queasy from all the dairy, but I was both fit enough and used to overeating to keep up. Both Morganna and Carmilla had been lagging, their small bellies unable to easily handle the caloric influx they had been fed. The Captain still seemed rather green and our Mage had both hands on her swollen belly.

'Rest here for a few minutes,' Basil ordered, 'take stock of our equipment.'

Yvarra trundled up, two Bored Paladins following as a rear guard. Her Priestess robes were ruined, stained badly by sweat and torn to shreds, revealing even more of her soft flesh. She was panting and gasping, leaning heavily on a staff that had been in the wagon.

'I remember dungeon crawls being easier,' the woman panted.

'They weren't,' said Katrina, 'you were just in shape. If you'd followed that exercise plan I gave you this wouldn't be a problem.'

'What are you even doing here? I thought you were on light duty?'

'Light duty is for the weak,' claimed the Red head, 'so i tagged along with the replacements. Besides, my daughter should get an early glimpse of battle.'

'From the womb?' I asked.

'Fine, the city was boring. Nothing but fat noble women eating all day.'

While this was going on we took stock. Katrina and her Paladins had come fully armed and armored, but the rest of us had to make due. Basil had grabbed a shield from the wagon, but still lacked a helmet. I was wearing a pair of gauntlets for punching and was glad I had decided to wear my black assassin uniform to dinner, even if it was stained now. Morganna had her saber and a shirt of mail that she could now fit into. Both Yvarra and Carmilla lacked weapons or armor though, even worse they lacked the collections of scrolls and potions we had brought from the captol.

'Carmilla, can you do anything for Yvarra?' I asked our Mage, who was rubbing the taut gut that threatened to burst her dress.

'Ill be fine,' Yvarra declared, 'just give me a minute.'

'Dear Lady, you can barely keep up,' said Basil, 'already you lag, but soon the going gets rougher. Rubble fields, collapsed buildings, stairs.'

Yvarra blanched at that, stairs having become her special enemy.

'Do you have anything?' She asked, already feeling the infernal burning a staircase would inflict on her soft thighs.

'Well...' Carmilla began, 'I have one spell that might help... But it's strictly temporary.'

'As long as its quick,' Katrina said, we need this piggy on her feet.'

Carmilla stuck out her hands, fingers twisting into arcane shapes. Strange words babbled from her mouth, while her eyes glowed blue. Silvery tattoos appeared on her skin, before bolts of energy struck Yvarra on the floor.

Meanwhile, The Priestess shrank. Her vast breasts narrowed and pulled up higher, deflating quickly. That vast belly apron drew upwards, tightening into a round gut that slowly flattened. Thunder thighs narrowed, a gap appearing for the first time in years. Wobbly bingo wings merged back into her arms, while Yvarras many chins vanished.

After a few moments Carmilla ceased, panting and sweaty. Yvarra slowly rose, unsteady on her feet now that a hundred and fifty pounds had vanished off her frame, while her once taut dress hung off her like a tent. Her hands ran over herself, feeling her new waist and pinching her suddenly small butt. She wasn't back down to her prime, her body was toneless, her hips were child bearing and a small starter belly marred her waist, but Yvarra was back in the thin range.

'Do you have another one of those?' I asked expectantly.

'Its a once a day thing,' said Carmilla, 'sady, otherwise I'd have been rich.'

'What.. What did you do to me?' She asked, craning her neck to look down at her feet for the first time since I had known her.

'I made this for when I couldn't fit into my dress,' admitted Carmilla, 'I haven't used it in a while, but it works for four hours.'

'I feel... Weird...fitter... But weird.'

'You can get used to it later,' Basil said, 'now we have to move.'

Again we set out, traveling much faster now. Yvarra was a bit unsteady at first, but soon rediscovered her old stride. Quickly she passed me, soon drawing near Katrina.

'That armor seems snigger than I remember,' Yvarra teased, green eyes a light with joy, 'pregnancy cravings starting to get to you?'

'Nothing more than my daughter's growth exactly in line with healthy projections,' Katrina said hastily, ill at ease now that Yvarra was slimmer than her.

'Well you do look rather healthy, especially from behind,' Yvarra quipped, slipping back towards me.

'Thats a little cruel,' I said, noting that Katrina was craning her head around, seeing how broad her hips were. She was still narrow, but seemed antsy to determine that.

'Please, I've had nothing but fat jokes for months. Now that she's the big one I can finally have the whip hand. Whenever she thinks I'm not looking she glances at my flat stomach and touches hers, probably not even consciously.'

'That's ludicrous,' I said, 'you know you'll be huge again in a moment and you two probably weigh the same right now?'

'Of course I know,' she said, 'and if I wasn't in this cave I'd be looking forwards to it. I appreciate the mobility but I miss my jiggles and my rack, I don't know how I got by with such tiny tits before.'

Moving through empty streets and vacant buildings, we caught our first sign of movement. More than a score of skeletons marched through a vacant avenue. Each of the long dead elves was bare of flesh, bony hands clutching remnants of rusty weapons. Each skeleton began rummaging in the ruins of a large building, digging for something.For a moment we waited, until another figure shuffled into view.

At one point she had been an Athenan Priestess, but no more. Her hair was still a gorgeous mass of coal black curls, but her priestess robes hung in tatters about her porky frame. The perk had gone out of her barred breasts, letting them bounce slackly against her huge paunch, consisting of two separate rolls folded onto each other. She waddled slowly, bouncing rhythmically, and began panting orders at the undead as she leaned against a building.

'Ashlay silence her' Basil ordered.

Gratified he still considered me capable, I slunk a long the edge of a tower. Quickly I flanked the flabby Athenan, choking her out in a heartbeat and letting her obesity hit the floor. The skeletons slowly turned, but before they could move Katrina, Basil and the Paladins pounced, easily destroying them in a short melee.

'This was Melvina of Herzif,' Katrina said s she stood over the woman I had felled, 'what the hell happened to her?'

'Id like to know as well,' said Basil.

'I can help with that,' said Yvarra, strutting forwards. Her hands waggled and some mystic nonsense bubbled out.

Immediately this Melvinas piggish eyes snapped open, blinking furiously. For a moment she looked angry, before more jibberish from Yvarra lifted the hex on her. The Athenan sagged with relief, vast form slinking to the ground. She started crying softly as she took in the enormity of what had happened to her.

'Priestess Melvina, what happened here?' Asked Katrina, taking the woman's fat hand in her thin one.

'Im so sorry Lady Paladin,' the fat woman moaned, 'I tried to hold back. We all resisted for so long, but it made us feed the Curvacians and then... I got so fat!'

'This? This is just a little vanity weight,' said Katrina, waving away the three hundred pounds or so pinning her coreligionist to the floor, 'a week of PT and you'll be good as new. Now, what happened?'

'We chased the beastmen into the cliff as ordered,' began Melvina, 'they moved fast but we caught up to them in the central palace. The battle was short, but we woke up something. Like a woman, but thin, old and dried.'

'A lich,' Yvarra whispered to me, 'an undead witch.'

'She enthralled us, summoned food out of thin air and bid us feast. We resisted, but the Curvacians dived in. Seeing them stuff themselves, like pigs at the trough, it made me so mad, but it turned me on. They started swelling up, and as they got fatter the woman got younger and younger.'

'Some sort of curse tied to gluttony,' mused Carmilla, 'she was probably very greedy in life.'

'Soon the Curvacians couldn't eat anymore. They were just blobs at that point, huge wobbling balls of fat. The witch had returned to life, turning into a middle aged woman. She bade us eat, telling us to let loose. These damn dryads came out of no where, so svelte and gorgeous. I had never liked girls before, but their tits! I couldn't resist, I just ate and ate and fucked. In no time I had to undo my armor, then my stomach hit my thighs. That bitch made me lose my six pack! I worked so hard on it!'

'Well get it back for you I promise,' said Basil, giving her soft shoulder a pat, 'why are you out here?'

'She said we'd gotten fat enough,' cried Melvina, 'she's gorgeous now, an elf maiden who could charm the moon from the heavens. I was the only one who could still walk, she bade me to fetch her necklace, saying she wanted her finery complete before recreating the city.'

'Is this it?' I asked, picking up a black diamond the size of my fist. It was on a delicate wire made of precious mithril.

'That thing is a damned powerful magical repository,' said Carmilla, 'you could kill an army with what's in there.'

'Yes, she said she needed it to return the city to life,' said Melvina, 'help me up, let me shove that thing down her throat!'

'Stay here and rest,'  said Katrina, not wanting to point out that her subordinate could barely move.

'Well ladies, it looks like we have a job to do,' said Basil, 'lets kill a Lich.'

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Chapter XX: In the Liches Lair

Dozens of skeletons guarded the massive bronze gates of the temple, just a small part of the undead mob the rescued Paladin had told us of. Each door was covered in pictures of nubile elf maids bowing before an impossibly voluptuous woman lounging gracefully on a throne, these scenes repeating across the marble face of the massive tower. I would have liked to do more recon before attacking but there was only one entrance and my free running skills were still sadly lacking.

Instead we hit the gate head on, a shield wall of Paladins knocking down the lighter skeletons. Basil lead the wedge and chopped them down, crushing the undead to dust. Soon we had cleared the gate, trotting through a long passage with even more erotic art on the walls. I took the lead, checking for traps, but was able to notice that the lithe elf maids on the wall were now surrounded with a vast banquet as we ran past.

The tunnel didn't branch but slowly spiraled up. As we ascended it was hard not to notice that the marble elf girls had quickly went to seed. Waspish waists grew starter bellies, which quickly expanded into paunchy guts as chins multiplied. Large sylvan eyes grew piggish when high Elven cheeks were covered in jowls and lean graceful legs thickened and rubbed together. Breasts expanded, burst their bras and sagged, while girlish hips grew wide. By several floors off the ground, all the marble figures but the central one had grown obese. Soon the elf maids were just blobs on the floor, steadily declining in number until only the lithe woman remained emblazoned on a bronze door.

After I checked the passage for traps, Basil kicked in the door. We were ready for anything: blades drawn, shields up, spells prepared. Or so we thought.

Living in the Capitol we had gotten use to seeing fat women, but the state of the Athenans floored us. Each of the Priestesses and Paladins was a veritable mountain of doughy flesh, dwarfing the obese Melvina the way that fat Paladin dwarfed fit Katrina. Their burst armor lay on the ground around them or was trapped in their seas of fat rolls.

Despite the commotion we caused, none of them looked at us, they were  engorged with being fed. None of the Athenans was capable of feeding themselves still, but that didn't matter as each swarmed with half a dozen attendants. These were dryads, busty and curvy tree women with green hair and skin. Nude save for thongs of woven leaves they stuffed the immobile Paladins with endless servings of fatty meats and fried food, more than occasionally stoping to erotically eat mozzarella sticks or strips of bacon. This was not without damage, as most of the usually lithe dryads had starter bellies and the start of double chins.

'Ah my consort has arrived,' a melodious voice said.

Sitting on a golden throne in the rooms center was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her ivory skin glowed like the moon, while long auburn locks fluttered behind her. Goddesses would have killed for her heart shaped face, with its delicate cheek bones, full lips and bright green eyes. Her near nude body was impossibly lithe, tiny silver chains wound about her firm limbs, holding black diamonds over her private parts. Perfect breasts were on full display, large, bouncy and with the perk of an 18 year old.

'And with my favorite necklace even,' she said with a heart breaking smile, revealing perfect teeth.

'Silence lich,' shouted Katrina, 'you'll pay for what was done to my sisters.'

'Oh, but I didn't do a thing. The poor dears just worked up an appetite feeding the first set of girls. They'd been holding their urges in for years and were quite overwhelmed. They can leave whenever they want.'

This might have been true, but I doubt the Paladins could be moved without a crane.

'Stop with the lies,' said Basil, 'we know this madness is your doing Lich. Cease it and we will give you a quick death.'

'As if you could little mortal,' the elf witch said idly, reclining easily backwards, idly examining her perfect nails, 'no mortal weapon can harm me now! Not even the hottest dragons fire could mar me now! The gluttony of these women has given me a power greater even that I stole from the whole Elven empire!'

'We'll find a way to destroy you monster,' declared the Emperor, 'or die trying!'

'There's no need for that,' the Lich said, 'I will need a consort to aide me in rule and satisfy me whenever the urge hits. You'll do very nicely. I can feel might dripping off you, you're destined for mighty things indeed. And I'll also need several concubines to fatten up and keep my girlish figure.'

'You're drawing power from weight gain!' Yvarra said with alarm, I noticed that her waist was gradually expanding back to its old size, puffing from starter belly to thick paunch without the Priestess noticing.

'But of course my little chubbette,' the Liche giggled, 'what better way to regain my own figure than to ruin that of others. You humans put on weight so much easier than elf maids as well. These few score Paladins ballooning gave me enough magical energy to go from withered corpse to the most beautiful woman alive. Ten thousand years ago I destroyed half the Elven empire just to deal with rumors of my double chin.'

'You're vanity knows no bounds witch!' Basil yelled, 'attack!'

Our foe did not deign to raise her shapely rear from her seat. With a wave of her hand she blocked a bolt of lightning from Yvarra and a storm of ice shards from Carmilla. She snapped her ringed fingers and half the Paladins froze up stiff as boards, falling to the ground with a clang of armor. One beautiful blue eye winked and Yvarra dropped her staff and fell to her knees at a low table. The Priestess greedily started in at the feast before her, shoveling ice cream and guzzling beer. Weight began accruing on her figure with unnatural speed, the power of Carmilla's spell crumbling before the might of this ancient elf queen.

The dryads dropped down from the prone Athenans, attacking those of us still standing with their wooden claws. We took cover behind the boulder like form of one obese Paladin, the Dryads unable to clamber over her awkward bulk.

'Any plans?' I asked as we took stock.

'I've never seen someone so vain,' Katrina said as she decapitated a dryad, 'and I remember when Yvarra was in the Miss Empire pageant.'

'Every act of eating powers her,' Carmilla explained, 'she's getting stronger just from Yvarra porking out!'

I risked a look around our flabby cover, my quick glimpse confirming the Mage's words. Our foe's hair was even more lustrous and wavy, having started to actually sparkle. Her blue eyes glowed like sapphires and her red lips sparkled like rubies, while her already large breasts had somehow increased in both perk and size. Despite this the lean muscles on her body showed even more clearly, her abs and obliques perfectly defined.

'I've got an idea,' I said, 'but its going to require Carmilla and I to get close. Carmilla, do you still have that ice cream spell?'

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A break from the current storyline

Meanwhile, far away...

Lydia lay her head on her pillow and resignedly rolled her green eyes. Her step mother continued to pace before her, ranting all the time, quickly passing from one lavish wall to another with the quick strides of her lean, muscular legs. The two of them were alone in the castle bed room, a palatial dwelling and the largest in the nation of Gyne.

'Don't roll your eyes at me missy!' The Queen snapped angrily, pouting her full lips, 'this is completely intolerable! Your father pays for some of the best dancing instructors on the continent to teach you and then I find that you have been skipping out on lessons! And for what!'

'I was reading Illian,' the eighteen year old said resignedly, one slim finger playing with her strawberry blond curls, 'there were scrolls on dragon anatomy in the castle library no ones touched in ages.'

'And what good is that too you?' Asked her step mother, slim brown hands resting with ease on her narrow hips, 'a princess doesn't need to read. You should focus on looking pretty!'

Both women were stark counter parts when it came to looks, although both were very beautiful. Lydia was of normal height and pale, her figure very lean and girlish. Small in bust and flat in stomach, her hips were wide while her butt was small.

The Princess was not athletic looking, but was also not skinny fat either. Her red gold hair hung in curls to her shoulder, framing a very delicate face with dark blue eyes. Her white dress was mid thigh length and very modest.

The Queen was very dark in comparison, nearly nut brown from tanning hours a day each summer. Very tall and very hour glass shaped, a short purple dress clung to her ultra fit figure. The skimpy garment, an expensive Imperial import, showed off every inch of her firm tan legs, hardened by years of workouts. Despite her narrow hips, Illian had a much larger ass than her step daughter, the perfect cheeks ripened and honed by years of squats. Large breasts bulged the top of her blouse, the DD cups surging up towards her swan like neck. Illians face was angelically lean, her eyes as dark as her short black hair, and despite her thirty years looked nearer her daughters age.

'Pick up your shirt,' the older woman demanded.

'What?' Asked the princess, outraged.

'If you've been skipping workouts you might have been snacking,' said the Queen, 'now stand!'

Grudgingly, Lydia stood and hiked up her dress. Illian bent, face close to the girls flat belly. Her well manicured nails searched vainly for an inch to pinch, moving down belly and legs.

'See, not an extra ounce,' said Lydia, dropping the dress.

'Fine, but you must attend your lessons. Ill not have you porking out! Your father will need you for a marriage alliance and more men will want you if you're slim! Girls with hips like you put on weight very easily. And less reading , it will give you wrinkles!'

A knock sounded at the door. Illian opened it, unconsciously waggling her firm buttocks, revealing the kindly face of the Steward Kilros. A scroll was clutched in his hand, bearing a double eagle wax seal.

'Ah, Kilros, what messages from the northern kingdoms? Which king has made the best bid for my daughters hand?'

'Well, none of them madam,' he confessed.

'Impossible! She's gorgeous, any man would kill for her! Did you describe how slim she was? How about how pert her chest is?'

Lydia blushed slightly.

'They didn't care about her looks my Queen,' said the steward, 'we stand on the brink of invasion from the Dragon Queen. None of the northerners will stand against her in alliance.'

The Queen went apocalyptic, ranting and screaming while trying vainly to destroy her step daughter's largest book shelf. Soon her hair was a mess and her purple dress had ridden up, showing off her lacy panties. Despite her fit looks, Illinian was quickly panting.

'There is however a message from our ambassador to the Empire,' said Kilros.

'The bastard Emperor?' Asked Illian, smoothing her hair and pulling her dress back down.

'Yes, he has agreed to enter into a marriage alliance with us, provided that he may see Lydia before the ceremony.'

'What is he like?' Asked the Princess, partly relieved that she wasn't going to have to marry a half barbarian northerner.

'They say Emperor Basil is a young man, huge and devilishly handsome,' said Kilros, 'Bards in the Empire sing of his battle prowess and he supposedly is a friend of the small folk and scholars.'

'Who cares what he's like! He's got the biggest army on earth!' Said the Queen, 'you're going to charm the pants off of him Lydia! Well have to get you ready. Three workouts a day, no more red meat or bread at all. You mustn't drink anything the day of the ceremony, so you'll look your best!'

'That may be a poor idea my Queen,' said Kilros.

'What do you mean?'

'Supposedly this Basil prefers his women fat.'

'What do you mean fat?'

'Well, one of his concubines was said to once be one of the fittest women in the world, but is now supposedly so fat she needs a dozen slaves to cart her around. Apparently he said he will sleep with no petitioner under 200 lbs.'

Illian's eyes shot to her whipcord lean daughter, tracing up lean legs and flat belly. For her part, Lydia felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her belly.

'Lydia darling, lets talk about this somewhere more comfortable... Like the kitchen.'

...

The small hall by the kitchens was always warm, but today Lydia felt sweltering in it. Her step mother hd plopped her down into a heavy chair and pushed it tight up against a heavy table before vanishing into the kitchens. Listening to her shout orders, Lydia considered running. While she had hated the exercise Illian always forced on her, the Princess wasn't exactly keen on doubling in size. That maniac gleam in the Queen's eyes didn't help.

'All of its for a cause,' the girl said to herself, ' Basils army is all that stands between my kingdom and devastation.'

It didn't hurt that Kilros had had a picture of her prospective groom. Even allowing for artistic beautification, Basil looked like a an extremely muscled God fallen to earth.  That his Capitol was a thousand miles from Illian didn't hurt.

'Here we go!' Announced the queen, bursting through the door with a platter stacked high with freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon. The huge stack of food dwarfed Illian's lean frame and Lydia was amazed the skinny woman could carry it. Normally the Queen would rather die than serve food but today she didn't care that a platter of butter spattered against her dress. When it clashed onto the table, her belly lurched at the realization she would have to eat it all.

'Ummm... I don't think I can eat all of this...' Lydia began, before a soft slice of bread coated in creamy butter was thrust into her mouth. She began chewing almost automatically, realizing that a thick glaze of sugar had been added to the bread. Before she knew it an entire baguette had vanished down her mouth and she sighed contentedly.

'No, don't quit eating!' Yelled the Queen shoving a bread and bacon sandwich dripping with grease and more butter into her mouth, 'if you stop you'll get full! Eat faster!'

'Ugh... Shouldn't I pace myself?'

'Of course not! It's only an hour until the cakes are done baking! You have to finish this first!'

Baguette after baguette went down the Princesses throat until she collapsed back onto her chair. The platter was empty, all of it emptied into an immense food baby that bulged out her flat stomach, pressing into the table and pinning her to the chair. Greasy butter stained her mouth, glistening softly on her downy cheeks.

'Oh dear,' said Illian, whose own dress was splattered with butter, looking with concern at her step daughter, 'are you okay?'

The princess could only groan in response. So many carbs had been stuffed into her that thinking hurt, let alone speaking.

'I may have filled you up on the bread...' Illian said watching the rise and fall of the girls swollen belly, 'oh look the cakes here!'

A pair of sweating cooks carried in a huge sheet cake, three feet by three feet, and thick with sugary frosting. As it was set down another servant set down a huge crock of whipped cream next to the queen.

'Come on dear, its time to eat!' Illian said excitedly.

'No more... ' gasped the Princess, ' no more food... Ever again...'

'Come on Lydia, you should think of this as a blessing. Most girls would love letting go!'

'I have conditions... ,' said the Princess, struggling to rise, ''before I eat another bite.'

'Name them then.'

'No force feeding. I can eat at my own pace, I'm not a baby.'

'Fine what else?'

'I want my full access to the library back.'

'I suppose you can eat and read, what else?'

Lydia's eyes lit to the huge crock of whipped cream next to the queen. A evil grin cracked her frail face.

'Once a day I pick something you have to eat.'

'Now see here young lady...'

'What, afraid of getting fat dear 'Mother'? Is your figure that delicate?'

'Of course not, it's just...'

'Or maybe your worried that your metabolism has slowed now that you're in your thirties?'

'Im only twenty nine!'

'For the second year in a row. Now eat up Illian, I'm wasting away here.'

Gingerly, the Queen picked up a silver serving spoon and shoveled out a fat dollop of cream. The fatty semisolid quivered before her, as she opened her full lips and cleaned off the large spoon. Her cheeks bulged as she quickly chewed the fluff. Finally, the woman swallowed like it was broken glass.

'Ewww, its so sweet....'

'Id wager there's another thirty spoon fulls  in there, ' Lydia said with an evil grin, 'now best eat up.'

Spoon by spoon, the queen emptied the crock. Having eaten nothing but vegetables for years, her taste buds were unprepared for a near gallon of whipped cream. When finished she looked sick, her tan cheeks nearly green. Lean hands held her flat stomach, which failed to bulge even slightly despite her having eaten more calories than she had shoved into her daughter.

'I feel sick...' The Queen moaned.

'Why don't you go lay down,' smiled Lydia, still swollen but feeling much better as she sat up and cut a piece of cake, 'you must feel bad eating through your afternoon workout.'

'Ughh....'

In the end, guards had to carry the insensate queen up to her bed chamber, the woman's skinny body drunk with her high calorie punishment. She lay groaning for hours before she passed out. For her part, Lydia slowly demolished half the cake over the course of the evening. At the end of it her belly was still as swollen as if she was pregnant and she felt sore as her stepmother probably did.

But where Illian had a look of painful horror on her face, Lydia bore a smirk of victory.

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Back to the main story line, with lots of gratuitous eating and weight gain!

Chapter 21: Ironic Punishment

Our plan was a simple one, but because our chances were already so dicey it would require a fair bit of sacrifice and chance.

Katrina and her squad of Paladins charged around the right flank of their mountainous co-religionist, presenting a solid wall of blessed shields. The Liche started hurling lightning bolts and fire balls at them, an unending storm that served merely to scorch the Athenan’s shieldwall. Each of the women were channeling faith into the barrier, barely enough to resist the elf-witch’s formidable might.  Deciding that magic was going to need a hand, she summoned her dryad slaves with a petulant whistle.

The pudgy sylvans extricated themselves from the doughy mound of the Paladin they had been trying to climb and turned their wrath on the slimmer Athenans. Katrina turned her shield wall into a tortoise like a battlefield expert, her Paladins beating off attacks from all sides. Normally a Dryad was a formidable foe, but oversampling the treats they had gorged their captives with had made the normally lithe nature sprites slow and uncoordinated. Each waddled into combat on chunky thighs and delivered blows of painful slowness with their flabby arms, easily blocked by the Paladin’s shields. Quickly they fell back, wheezing as they tried to catch their breath and fortunate that the Paladins had not butchered all of them.

But while her Dryads had failed to so much as harm the Paladins, the out of shape tree women had served to take their focus off the Elf-Lich. Tossing back her perfect hair, the slender elf twisted her pretty fingers and formed a glutton charm of unimaginable potency. Focusing on fighting rather than their mental wards, fully half of the Paladins fell to the charm. Ignoring Katrina’s commands, they dropped shield and sword and began stripping the armor off their perfect bodies as they ran to the nearest table. Half naked they began stuffing themselves, shoving handfuls of pastries and candies into their mouths.

Before Katrina could get her remaining sisters back into formation the Dryads fell upon them again in a panting tide, even as the Lich continued raining down gluttony spells. Each Paladin could hold off several Dryads so great was the physical disparity and now that they were warned could probably have held out against most gluttony charms, but not against both combined. One by one each girl was hit with a charm, leading to a moment of confusion where the plump dryads would seize their arms, undo their belts and lead them to the feasting table to join their sisters, who now boasted swollen food babies and the starts of double chins.

Katrina was the last to go down, having standing atop a dozen wounded Dryads and chanting prayers to her Goddess as she waved her blade about, sweating furiously as she mentally fought off the gluttony charms. Finally nearly a score of the sylvan girls seized her arms and dragged the pregnant Paladin to a table kicking and screaming. Very little of the food they tried to stuff into her managed to make it down her mouth and she bit more of the Dryads than she did food, but each bite was still more calories than she normally ate in a day of her low cal diet. Her armor quickly began looking a little snugger than normal and those high cheek bones started to soften.

But while the Paladins had failed to reach the Elf-Witch, they had been only one prong in our plan and the one most likely to fail. In truth they were a diversion, ready to sacrifice their lives and figures in exchange for a chance at victory. Our main hopes lay in Carmella, Basil and myself.

The charge of the Paladins had cleared off most of the Dryads, leaving the elephantine Athenan before me clear of tree women. Swiftly I ascended her cliff like paunch, which had no shortage of handholds due to her many rolls. A burning began in my thighs and I knew that the old, skinny me would have been on top of this girl with a single leap. But with my Chi flow interrupted by the change in my body structure I had lost that near superhuman agility and had to make due with climbing expertise. Still I was rather undeniably plump and was soon sweating.

Soon enough I was standing atop the Athenan’s boulder like form, the insatiate woman moaning something beneath me. I took a running leap to the next prone girl, this one an even larger dome of fat in the ruins of a Curvacian’s robe. Landing on it was like falling onto jello and I almost sank into the soft mound of lard. By the time I stood, it was almost too late but thankfully I was close to the Lich’s position.

Basil and Carmella had not been idle either.

The Emperor was carrying an immense table as a shield, the solid oaken circle inscribed with as many blessings Katrina could put on it and barring as many defensive spells as Carmella could think of. It must have weighed two hundred pounds, but thanks to his herculean build and Amazonian blood Basil carried it like a leaf. The few Dryads that tried to stop him were simply run down, stomped senseless by his mighty boots. Carmella followed in his wake, the mage barely able to keep up.

Because of the difficulty I had had in climbing we reached the Lich almost simultaneously. Her attention was on Basil, the lithe elf launching a storm of spells at the oaken timbers before him. She was growing increasingly frustrated by the futility of her attacks, even though the impromptu shield was falling apart the Lich was evidently one who cared only for immediate satisfaction. Outputting all that magical power must have left even her drained a tad.

Indeed as I prepared to jump I noticed that those perfect abs of hers were just a little less defined and that her breasts had shrank a miniscule amount. Her hair had lost a little bit of its supernatural luster and the witch’s taunt runner’s legs looked a tad softer. Of course, I would have still killed for her looks and fitness level even at my thinnest, but a sign that she could be weakened was good enough for me as I jumped.

Leaping from the soft paunch of the obese priestess, I sailed through the air like a rather round arrow. While my still rather soft thighs lacked the power they once had possessed, there was still enough strength to carry me along. My added poundage probably helped increase the power of my strike a bit when both of my booted feet crashed into the Elf’s solar plexus, winding her and knocking the woman to the ground beneath me.

I was on her in a second, pinning her hands before she could move. Still though the elf witch fought, even though she was deprived of her spells and was built like a large breasted tooth pick she almost threw me off with her wild gyrations. Luckily Basil was there at my side and his massive muscles proved enough to keep her arms pinned and her mouth forced open. Carmella came up, her hands already weaving a spell. Terror came into the Elf’s perfect blue eyes as she faced the end of her long existence. Of course, it actually wasn’t what she expected, but if the Lich had known I think she would have preferred permanent death.

‘Summon Ice Cream!’ yelled Carmella as her spell finished, the magic shooting off of her fingers. In between the Mage’s hands and the Witch’s mouth the magical energy turned into a tornado of ice cream. The witch tried to spit it out, but Basil’s firm hand kept her mouth open and facing ahead. Naturally the prone elf swallowed rather than drowned, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of magical ice cream. The stuff got everywhere, staining my clothes and splattering Basil’s armor but most of it went into the Lich.

As we had guessed, while the gluttony of others empowered the Lich, her own eating served to redirect that power. As the magical ice cream went down her gullet, Yvarra, and the Paladins we had brought with us looked up from their feast in confusion (suddenly filled to bursting), while the Dryads released their captives and starred down at their bulging bellies in horror. Even the near comatose fatties who had been powering the Elf-Witch awoke, their mountainous forms beginning to shrink to something like a normal human’s as the magical gluttony was undone. But while her victims shrank, the inverse was happening to the Lich.

As tens of thousands of magical calories went down her gullet and were instantly converted to fat by the strange magics fueling her, the Elven lich started to grow. Her breasts were hit first, the already huge hooters surging forwards. Already large Es quickly jumped up the alphabet and began losing their perk and shape somewhere around H, sagging downwards and to the side as the rest of her body began to catch up. Next hit was her belly, the toned abs smoothing over with their first layer of adipose.

A lot of her stomach fat accumulated on the lower half of her belly, bulging down towards her crotch like a middle age housewife and quickly covering her still shapely thighs. Before long the upper half began catching up, forming a flabby, ever increasing belly roll. Love handles sprouted alongside them, fat flabby things that overran the small chain bikini before bursting the precious garment. Within a minute she was as paunchy as Yvarra, her perfect torso lost within a sea of still expanding fat.

Basil gave an alarm as the Elf surged upwards and I feared momentarily she had found a way to throw us off, but I needn’t have worried. The woman’s tone, firm and shapely ass had decided to play catch up with the rest of her body. Transforming from the high, muscular rear of a champion athlete into an immense donk that quickly passed my own took seconds. Steely buns sagged downwards and to the sides, soon broadening and thickening massively until her monstrous buttocks alone weighed more than my hundred eighty pounds. The growth of her immense butt forced the Lich into a sitting position, her still trim legs, arms and face poking ridiculously out of an obese torso.

This strange juxtaposition of proud athleticism and slovenly obesity quickly passed though as Carmella kept up the spell. A seemingly never ending spurt of ice cream fueled further weight gain in her limbs. Lean runners thighs softened and spread, quickly impacting each other with an audible slap even though they had started angled far apart. Muscular calves turned into toneless cankles and a thick coating of cellulite soon covered every inch of the elf’s once gorgeous legs. Her firm, graceful arms were not spared the transformation either.

Flab soon collected under the witch’s triceps, while her biceps and forearms grew puffy. Very quickly that underarm flab turned into wobbly bingo wings, her arms raveling Basil’s in sheer bulk if not at all in strength. A series of pops sounded as the woman’s graceful wrists thickened and snapped the bangles around them, while my own hands soon left indents from where they held her soft flesh. Last of all her graceful fingers grew plump and sausage like, forcing her gaudy collection of rings to pop off like champagne corks. Before long her hands were too fat and clumsy for even the simplest of magical spells, so Basil and I released her.

The last thing to fatten up was the elf’s previously untouched face. Impressively high cheek bones vanished under flabby chip monk cheeks, which quickly made her big doe eyes look piggish as the tissue around them grew fatty. Her swan like neck thickened drastically, while a soft second chin sprouted from her firm jawline. Three other chins descended from it, before the whole complex of neck fat joined with her round cheeks to form flabby jowls.

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Carmella’s spell ended and we stood back to admire our handy work. The obese elf’s body was still expanding, although much more slower than before as the last of the ice cream was absorbed. Although not a mountain of lard like her captives, the lich was so fat as to be no danger to anyone. Even if she had had the strength to move it would have been impossible, her tree trunk thighs were pressed up so close to one another that they could barely move, while the fat of her arms made bending them below her waist impossible. Even in her prone position the woman tottered, threatening to fall either backwards or forwards as gravity tried to decide whether to pull more on her vast buttocks or her saggy stomach and breasts.

‘What… what have you done to me?’ wheezed the elf, her once enchanting voice made into an annoying gasp that contrived to be both squeaky and husky at the same time.

‘Just giving you a taste of your own medicine,’ joked Carmella, the voluptuous mage standing so as to emphasize her hour glass figure.

‘If you can’t take something, you really shouldn’t dish it out,’ I said, teasingly poking her saggy, ice cream coated boob with my finger. She tried to swat at me, but was so slow and weak I easily evaded her, while she began to sweat with the effort.

‘You know I had seriously considered your offer,’ Basil said mockingly as he wiped the ice cream off his armor, ‘but given my paramours’ proclivity to gain weight I’m glad I decided not to. Fat does not look good on you at all!’

‘I’ll make you pay for this!’ she shrieked, ‘I’ll be sexy again!’

The Lich’s fat fingers waggled, trying and failing to form the symbols for spells so different were they to her previously limber digits. Verbal incantations similarly failed, her squeaky gasps unable to form the right intonations around her fat lips and pudgy cheeks as she once so easily had done with her alluring voice. Even this minimal effort made the beached whale of a woman sweat buckets though.

‘Careful,’ I said, ‘a woman your size shouldn’t get excited or strain themselves. That bad diet of yours has consequences!’

She started screaming and sobbing then, in a way that managed to be annoying, breathless, disgusting and above all loud. We left her then, returning to our recovering companions.

Yvarra had managed to push away the food before her. She was returned to her normal size, the temporarily tent like garments now stretched taut on her plump body. The puffy brunette wiped some food from her firm lips and quickly set about loosening her now far too tight belt as I approached.

‘You alright?’ I asked her as she managed to get the belt undone, her paunch surging forth more freely.

‘That depends, what weight do you think I’m at?’

‘About what you were before, I think.’

‘Well at least I’m not any bigger, although walking out of here won’t be as easy as coming in. Remind me to start working out some more once we get back to the capitol. I don’t want to wind up like that tubbo over there.’

With that the Priestess gestured towards the immobile lich, still ranting but increasingly out of breath and red in the face. Not long after that a magical plea for assistance reached Yvarra, who waddled off to find her imprisoned fellow Priestesses. Luckily all of the Curvacian’s were still alive, merely imprisoned out of the Elf-Witch’s sight, although all of them had gone even further to seed. The formerly soft but still in decent shape Paladins and Priestesses were now down right fat and only a handful of them were ever again fit enough to return to combat duty.

On the other side of the religious divide, Katrina and her comrades quickly roused themselves, the squad of reinforcements little worse for wear. Most of their ancillary adipose from the spell had already dissipated, leaving only a handful with the faintest hint of a double chin. Their stomachs still bulged from all they had eaten, but most of that would be gone the next day. Despite that their commander still yelled at them for giving into weakness, promising each disciplinary exercise until they returned to form. To her credit, the pregnant Paladin also credited them with exemplary courage and did join in on the exercise herself, no doubt horrified at having however briefly having a double chin.

Those Athenans who had been held captive proved somewhat less fortunate. Although they had shrunk down from their mountain-like forms of a few minutes ago, a good deal of their fat stayed on. On average about fifty pounds of soft adipose clung tenaciously to their formerly fit figures. Due to their previous growth snapping all of their clothes, I had a good and rather alluring view of the nude women examining their rather soft, formerly athletic bodies. Now that they were mobile again, each was running their hands over thick hips, bouncy breasts, soft bellies and meaty thighs. Each of them explored the heft of their breasts or the depths of their new found rolls in turn, somewhat disgusted at their softness but relieved that it wasn’t worse.

Almost all of the chubby young women were able to lose this extra weight and return to fighting form within a year and their temple bore them no grudge for having been bulked up unwillingly. Apart from extra exercise none of them was even punished, although they did not receive the same awards that Katrina and her squad did. One or two of them did leave their temple for civilian life, unable to tame the appetite for food months of handfed gluttony had given them and finding their chubbiness too hard to lose. Both of them were ushered out without ceremony, but handed a decent amount of coin to get them by.

Luckily for the now ex-Paladins though, both of the girls were counted gorgeous in the Empire’s fatphillic beauty standards. Although they had violated Athena’s creed of fitness, their merciful goddess had not revoked the gift of bustiness each of her Paladins was granted, and thanks to their tall frames the extra weight made each of them a rather thick, soft hour glass. Too out of shape for adventuring and not knowing any other trade, each girl set out to find a husband, which proved rather easy. This was because former Athenans have always been highly rated as wives by military men for their courage and discipline, many of the Empire’s military heroes had had retired Paladins as mothers. Basil graciously made sure the two were invited to the next military ball, where the voluptuous girls had their choice of prospective husbands. They were married within six months (to a pair of brothers, a young general and admiral respectively, recently promoted from the ranks), both of the brides already bulging further with child.

Basil approached the Dryads who were standing around nervously now that they were vastly outnumbered by the suddenly mobile Paladins. Many of them were wounded, but none had died and they were already healing each other. None of them had lost an ounce either, later I would learn that a Dryad’s strange metabolism made losing weight nearly impossible. The Emperor approached with his sword sheathed, but with one strong hand on its hilt, and the tallest, plumpest Dryad approached him. Round and flabby, her hair was the color of autumn leaves and her paunch and love handles combined to make her thong of vines almost invisible.

‘Are we at peace here?’ asked Basil, eyeing the chubby sylvans warily.

‘We are indeed at peace,’ the out of shape Dryad said, ‘and we thank you Emperor. We are forever in your debt for freeing us from that Lich’s curse. She stole us from the groves the Oak-Goddess set us to guard and marred our figures with her disgusting food. Know that the Ladies of the Wood are now forever at your call.’

‘I am glad to hear that,’ said Basil, ‘I would be glad to broaden relations between the wood realms and the Empire. May I invite you to set up an embassy within our city?’

‘I would gladly accept, but I will need to lose weight first. This flab is embarrassing and I am certain I would be the laughing stock of those prissy noble women,’ with that the Dryad gave her paunch a slap, jiggles reverberating through her belly and thighs.

‘That would not prove necessary,’ reassured the Emperor, ‘but tell me, what should we do with this Lich? Her like are notoriously hard to permanently kill and with enough time she may shrink enough to prove dangerous again.’

‘Oh there’s no worry of that,’ smirked the dryad, ‘fat as she is, her current weight is going to be the skinniest she’ll ever be again.’

‘Really, how will you manage that?’ asked Basil, casting an eye at the huge elf witch who was starring at the dryad in horror.

‘Over the past months we Dryads have become very good at feeding women,’ the sylvan, ‘and although most don’t know this, we hold onto grudges for a long time. My women will consider it an honor to take vengeance on this bitch by stuffing her face. Forever.’

When we left the vacant tower behind, the last noise I heard were the Lich’s tears, muffled as they were coming from around mouthfuls of food.

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Chapter 22: Diplomatic Missions

We returned to the Capitol city about two weeks later, having left everything well put together behind us.

The brainwashed Paladins outside the Elven ruin had been returned to their old selves and now zealously made up their former misbehavior by guarding the entrance as Carmella directed teams of mage-archeologists to tear the place apart in search of knowledge. It would take a while to get anything of use, but I followed her reports closely anyway and not only because each ended with a detailed description of the formerly lithe elf-witch’s nonstop weight gain.

Once I got back I went back to my diet, gratified to find that I had not gained any weight from my binges at the roadside taverns and in the Paladin’s camp. Keeping to a strict diet was rather difficult as I soon felt rather bored. It turned out I had organized my intelligence department so well it practically ran without me being there. Rare was the day I actually had more than a few hours of work to do, no matter how many reports I wrote or orders I gave. Everyone else seemed busy working: Basil at governing the Empire with all its attendant problems and Yvarra with her temple rights, screwing and eating (although the bulging woman was making an effort to be more active and on occasion even passed on second courses).

Katrina vanished for a while after being decorated for helping save so many of her sisters. While her superiors praised her bravery and courage she had technically violated her orders to stay safe in the Capitol. Worse she had endangered the safety of her daughter to be, a child that her temple superior’s had high hopes for. Thus, the redhead was put on something like house arrest, with several temple healers and paladins about her at all times to make sure she stayed within the Temple of Athena’s clean white confines. She complained bitterly about it in a letter to Yvarra, claiming that they wished her to be on bedrest all the time and kept trying to pamper her, all the while complaining on how big her bump was getting and how her ankles were starting to swell. It would be months before I saw her again, the temple not releasing her to active duty until many weeks after giving birth. Yvarra and myself had wanted some schadenfreude at seeing her with a flabby post-baby body, but Katrina was fit as ever by that point.

For a boring month I worked at my office, bored and rather lonely. My chief delights were exercise when I got home, something that helped me shed another twenty pounds. Down into the 160s I was starting to have a waist again, with my full hips at last wider than my flat, but still thick tummy and some definition returning to my round legs. While I hoped to get back to my old form I soon found myself plateauing after that, my body starting to refuse to let go of anymore of its fat reserves.

For a  while I considered getting back into the dating game. Indeed, I went out clubbing a couple of times but soon found the experience somewhat offputting. Feeding their dates had become an expectation for men, while a fad of mutual feeding had become all the range for women. My being a bit slimmer than most women now only seemed to egg my possible paramour’s on and I found that my will power crumbled in the face of lust. Thus I ended the two dates I took (one from an Imperial Guard Major, another from a still mostly skinny noble college girl) massively stuffed, another contribution to my lack of weight loss.

The morning after my date with the young noble woman found me at my desk. A faint tingling was still evident in between my legs, while my stomach was still swollen from the massive course of halfing baked pancakes and waffles my date had stuffed me with previously to putting her face between my legs. My right hand was making annotations on reports about troop movements gathered from the realm of the Dragon Queen of the West, while my left was idly drumming on my lower stomach, taut against the size 14 green dress I had recently bought. Before I could decide what to massage, I was interrupted by a knock at my door.

‘Enter please,’ I said, my left hand quickly moving up to the desk top.

My secretary came in, clad in a tight red skirt suit. I noted that Karli’s weight had continued to climb, when I had left her thick waist had just the start of a definite pooch, but now a mid-sized pot belly strained the buttons of her skirt. A double chin had also grown in, rounding out her face, while her breasts were larger than ever, threatening to pop out of her dress and so large as to make closing her jacket impossible.

‘The Emperor to see you madam Ashlay,’ she announced.

‘Send him in immediately,’ I said at once, not eager to keep my boss waiting.

Karli turned slowly, her weight gain ruining her once perfect balance, giving me a quick glimpse of how her widening rear strained her skirt before leaving. Basil’s massive form quickly replaced her, the hulking royal easily filling the door way with his shoulders. Very quickly I rose, grateful I no longer had to use my hands to help myself, and gestured for him to sit.

‘To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure, my Emperor?’ I asked as he sat.

‘I have been thinking,’ he began, ‘about the Dragon Queen.’

‘Interesting,’  I replied, ‘I’ve got fresh reports about that greedy bitch right here. She’s about to invade the largest kingdom to her North, a place called Richnaur. I understand you’ve been having meetings with their ambassador.’

‘The man has been frankly begging us to intervene,’ said Basil, ‘they’re quite certain they’ll be destroyed otherwise.’

I couldn’t blame the man for desperation.

The Dragon Queen had first reared her scaly red head several centuries ago, a flying storm of teeth and fire that appeared out of the western ocean. Possessed of massive magical power and all the strength that being a flying lizard the size of a warship entailed, she had quickly subdued the largest city in the Western empire into paying her tribute and worshipping her as a goddess. Every army, mage and hero sent against her steadily encroachments towards the Capitol had been burned to cinders, until a full quarter of the Empire bowed to her. Only a massive ritual involving every non-incinerated magic user in the Imperial service had stopped her by placing a dragon-proof barrier through the hilly country laying halfway in between the Capitol and her city.

Since then, the Dragon Queen had expanded north and west against Imperial provinces that revolted once they were cut off. Her Empire was rather large by this point, its growth only slowed because its nigh immortal queen would doze off on the immense pile of gold that was her throne/bed for a few decades every once and a while. Unfortunately she had installed a priest hood that brainwashed the populace of her demesne, making them loyal enough to not revolt for the most part during her slumbers. It didn’t help that as a Dragon she was a natural shape changer, often taking the form of a breathtakingly beautiful redhead so that could keep a harem of enchanted, loyal and utterly sated nobles.

‘Are you going to help him?’ I asked, genuinely uncertain, ‘the Empire is larger than it’s been in centuries, but most of the army is stretched rather tight occupying the new territories you’ve taken. It’s been easy going in the former Caliphates so far, but if we withdraw troops we might have a revolt.’

‘Practicality would demand that we don’t help them,’ admitted Basil, ‘but other concerns say we shouldn’t miss a chance to kick her teeth in.’

‘Even though she can’t cross our borders herself the scaly bitch does have a large army,’ I advised, ‘bigger than the forces we have on this side of the narrow sea, even with the temple forces. And she would destroy any force sent to invade her.’

‘All of that’s true,’ said Basil, ‘but the Dragon Queen is the reason the Empire was in the state it was when I ascended. Our ancient defeats at her hands caused civil wars where the nobility took too much power and left us open to losing so much territory to the Khanates and Caliphs in the first place.’

‘All true,’ I admitted, ‘but vengeance alone isn’t enough.’

‘There are dynastic reasons as well to consider,’ said the Emperor, a bit vaguely.

‘How so? None in your house have ever made any treaties with the Richnaurs.’

‘Technically that’s because I don’t have a house,’ said Basil, ‘its easy to forget but I am a bastard. I owe my throne to the loyalty of the army and its stability to the distracted state of the nobles. So far the noble women have been eating themselves silly, but sooner or later they’ll wake up and see how much power I’ve taken from them. Before that happens I’m going to need a legitimate heir.’

‘What about one of Yvarra’s girls? Or Katrina’s daughter? Or any of the girls you’ve put into the Curvacians?’

‘Unfortunately they’re all girls,’ said the Emperor, ‘one of the older laws states that only male bastards can be legitimized. Even if I change it that won’t win me any loyalty with the nobility. Once they wake up, they’ll demand a legitimate heir and we could have open warfare between the noble women as they each try and force a daughter on me. Any house I choose would be seen as the favorite and every other house will loathe me for my choice forever.’

‘I take it then that you want the Richnaur’s to provide a solution in the form of a willing womb?’

‘They’re an old line,’ said Basil, ‘descended from Imperial governors back when the place was a province so they’re not complete barbarians. The current King is offering up his daughter, who supposed has hips wide enough for an army to march out of, even if she’s a skinny young thing. This Princess Lydia is the only girl from a royal house of the right age suitable for marriage.’

‘Have you agreed to marry her already?’ I said, I could barely keep a bit of jealousy out of my voice. I had always had a thing for the Emperor. Concerns of his safety had prevented me for screwing him back when I was his slender body guard and I had been too disgusted with my weight gain once it became no longer an issue. While Basil’s sleeping around with every Priestess who would open her legs (i.g. all of them) hadn’t bothered me, him getting into a permanent relationship did on some petty level.

‘I received the reply that they’ll meet my conditions less than an hour ago,’ he said, ‘I wanted to talk to you before I agreed.’

‘I would say that this would be a fools war unless you’ve found some weapon able to defeat the Dragon Queen,’ I said after a moment, ‘we have the financial and military resources to beat her armies provided you are at the helm, but not the dragon herself.’

‘I thank you for being so forthright with me Ashlay,’ said the Emperor, he stood and withdrew another letter from the pocket of the Imperial Guard uniform he customarily wore. Upon handing it to me, I found that it was written in thick dwarven runes.

‘What is this?’ I asked, dwarven not one of the languages I spoke.

‘Its from the Under-King of the Dwarves,’ Basil announced, ‘part of it is an invitation to his heir’s wedding. The other half details a weapon recently found by his two sons in a ruined hold, high in the mountains.’

‘What weapon is this?’

‘Apparently its called Wyrmdring,’ said Basil, wrapping his mouth around the unfamiliar words, ‘and it means ‘smasher of dragons’. Once it was the Hammer of the Dwarven High King and it smashed a dozen fire drakes during their ancient war of independence from the elves, all the while shielding the dwarven army from their flames. The Dwarves are offering it for sale.’

‘That’s wonderful!’ I said, happy that a solution had prevented itself, ‘what’s the price? Dwarves can be rather demanding when it comes to gold.’

‘There is apparently no gold in question,’ said Basil, ‘the entire price is apparently dictated by his sons, who according to dwarven excavation laws own the weapon completely despite its cultural value. The eldest requests that I volunteer to be at his wedding, to educate his sons when the time arises and to foster them in the event of his untimely death.’

‘That seems easy enough,’ I said, ‘we’ll have to make a trip, but at least its cheap. What did the younger one want?’

‘Well… that’s where you come in,’ said Basil, ‘the younger son is Prince Helmwarst, a bit of a wild one when it comes to women. Apparently he prefers human girls, which the other dwarfs find odd.’

‘I see…’ I said, ‘well, I’ve never dated a dwarf before. What does he want, to marry me?’

‘Oh heavens no,’ said Basil, ‘he’s only forty, far too young for that in dwarven years. You see, apparently the Prince heard a mistold tale of your slaying of the Caliph. The dwarves think that you screwed him to death and hold you in quite high esteem for this. Apparently having sex with you has already entered their youth lexicon as a term for sexual prowess.’

‘Um….,’ I managed to stammer, blushing rather badly at this.

‘It seems that Helmwarst wants to make a name for himself. He requests two things from you in exchange for the hammer. He wants to have you as his date at his brother’s wedding.’

‘That’s not unreasonable,’ I admitted. While dwarves tended to be short and bristly, many of the younger ones were quite fit and had only short beards. Due to my shortness I wasn’t even that much taller than them. I had never dated one but that wasn’t so unreasonable.

‘The second part is that after the wedding he wants you to stay in the dwarven city be his concubine,’ Basil told me.

‘That’s outrageous! I have a life here! An important job! I can’t go trade that for a life of easy sex!’

‘Its not for life,’ cautioned Basil, ‘merely for a month. So, what do you say?’

I thought hard for a moment, chewing my lip in concentration. While I might have objected to sleeping around for political reasons, it wouldn’t be the first time I had used sex to get what the Empire needed. The dwarf prince seemed attracted to me at least and it was only for a month. Not much when compared to the prospect of the Dragon Queens threat to the Empire forever removed. Plus, I had been looking to increase my sex life lately.

‘I’ll do it,’ I decided at last, ‘what’s the worst that could come out of it?’

My stomach, still very full, rumbled in seeming protest straining against my dress. In hindsight, I really, really should have listened to it.

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Chapter 23: The Princess' growth

Lydia closed her most recently conquered book and yawned, stretching out her arms above her head. Gently, the princess and prospective queen sat the tome upon her bed side table, while picking up a silver bell sitting next to it. The bell’s short tingle was followed by the door of her bed chamber opening swiftly, one of the maids Lydia had been appointed instantly appearing. The plump noble girl was a pale red head in a loose black uniform, a far cry from Lydia’s lean body. Well, formerly a far cry.

‘May I get you anything Princess?’, said the girl, named Sarah, averting her eyes from how Lydia lay atop her bed wearing only tight black underwear.

‘Please return this book to the library,’ Lydia said with a soft wave of her hand, ‘bring me another if you would. And I feel rather parched. Perhaps a hot chocolate or two? Please don’t forget the whipped cream.’

‘Of course your highness,’ said the chubby maid with a curtsy, taking the book (as well as a empty dish that had formerly held a good deal of expensive chocolates) and making to go.

‘Oh and a platter of cookies if you would,’ asked Lydia, ‘I’m getting rather hungry.’

Once the maid was gone, Lydia sat her red gold curls back upon the thick pillows piled behind her, feeling her eyelids droop downwards. Part of her wished to take up another book, but the stack of volumes from the palace library was all the way on the other side of the room. Perhaps she’d have her maid fetch another when she returned, for now the Princess was far too comfortable to move. Golden sunlight poured through her open window, both further tanning the Princess’ soft gold skin and warming her snug body.

As the softening princess fought a losing battle against sleep, she drowsily reflected over the past month. Lydia's force feeding session the first day had left her sore, swollen and unable to eat a bite for an entire day. Since then, the Queen had agreed to their bargain that her step daughter be allowed to feed herself. Lydia had never been a natural glutton and after a day of trying to eat four gut bursting meals left her gagging, decided on a program of round the clock snacking.

Snacks were always at hand: Bowls of fried potato chips with dip, platters of cookies, plates of fried chick strips, the very occasional serving of vegetables and crystal containers of fine chocolates along with plentiful milk shakes, mugs of cocoa and glasses of soda.  Lydia ate continuously, never getting full and always having room for something else.

Because the Queen had declared Lydia's gain as the most important thing, the Princess had been excused her normal routine of riding lessons, etiquette classes and dance practice. All of her now plentiful spare time was used reading, at first in the library and then once Queen Illian had declared that walk  a waste of calories in her room. As such, the formerly active girl was leading a life of pure inactivity, which was having predictable results when combined with her constant snacking.

Lydia had never been muscular like her stepmother, but she had been slender and in shape from her forced workouts and natural aversion to overeating. Before pigging out, the Princess had been a natural beauty: Her stomach was washboard flat, her dancers legs were trim and shapely and her small butt was perky and high, despite her naturally wide hips. Red gold hair framed a face with high cheek bones, a straight nose, green eyes and full lips. Lydia's only low point were her breasts, which were only A cups.

But that lean body was rapidly changing. An utter lack of physical activity had stolen the definition from her thighs, leaving her legs soft and pinch able even before weight started to settle on them. A month later and her shapely dancers legs had lost all trace of their former firmness, growing thick and round. Likewise was her butt, which quickly lost its former perk and started to sag downwards. As her ass lowered it broadened, growing into a worthy match for her wide hips.

Lydia's already wide hips attracted fat like moths to a flame. Each mouthful of candy increased their width and each buttered biscuit made them even softer. Soft love handles sprouted atop her growing hips, joining them together with her belly. A month earlier, Illian had failed to find a spare ounce of flesh on Lydia's stomach, but now this was not the case.

Once flat and waspish, Lydia's waste had grown thick and wide. A pooch was visible at the right angle a week after her diet started, once her early food babies had gone down. Now it was a permanent starter belly, constantly present with a small, delicate bulge. It did not yet pool into a gut, but this was weeks away at her current rate of gain.

Most happily for the Princess was the growth of her breasts, having blossomed into full B cups. The expanding boobs now strained the fabric of her push up bra, softly quivering at the top. Her bra cut into the yielding flesh of her back and shoulders, more evidence of her overall growth. Up top, Lydia's face had broadened and softened, losing its firm lines rapidly. A cherubic roundness coated her once high cheek bones, while a soft collection of adipose beneath her once clean jawline hinted at a growing second chin.

The growing Princess yawned and stretched her out of shape body, almost falling asleep. Where once Lydia could adroitly focus on a book all day, her poor diet was giving her frequent spells of tiredness (interspersed with occasional sugar highs). Lydia responded to this with frequent cat naps, lounging in the sunbeams coming through her window. One of these frequent naps was almost upon her now, the slightly flabby girl turning on her side and putting a hand across her toneless belly.

'Princess?' Asked her maid, coming back through the door bearing a silver platter covered with an equally expensive lid in one hand while holding an expensive collection of clothes over her other arm.

'Urrr...wah?' Muttered Lydia, snapping out of a dream and sitting up, a small roll forming on her increasingly doughy torso as she did.

'I stopped at the royal Gnome tailor, they've let out some of your dresses while new ones are made, ' explained the maid, setting the clothes out on a chair, 'I've also brought you the cookies you've ordered. The cooks added extra butter like you prefer.'

'Oh good,' said Lydia, stretching out her arms, 'I was getting famished.'

With a rather unladylike grunt the Princess stood, her toneless legs finding getting up a growing effort. Munching a cookie she made her way over to the dresses, staring down at them. Each was a garment shed had for years and each had proven unbutton able or unzip able that morn (well closer to noon really). They had been growing steadily more snug  the past month, but now not a single garment bar Lydia's underwear fit. Speaking of, those panties were skin tight around her larger rear and had small rips over the tightest parts of her hips.

'Help me with these please,' commanded Lydia, not deigning to pick them up herself. Once the Princess had done everything herself, but upon being appointed a maid had found it easier and easier to delegate. Although she wasn't paying attention, Lydia was becoming lazier and lazier as her waist line grew out. The few times this thought came to mind, she explained it away as fitting for a future Empress.

'Of course,' said her maid Sarah, obligingly selecting a top from the clothes pile.

No commoner was permitted to wait upon the Princess, so Sarah was a counts second daughter. The red head, only a year older than her mistress, had been a lazy girl herself before her mother had sent her to court, despairing of the girl getting a man with an increasingly dumpy figure. Always fond of sweets, Sarah had bordered 200 lbs when she had first become Lydia's maid, most of it concentrated in her broad gut and flabby thighs.

As Sarah slid the still tight shirt over Lydia's soft shoulders, she felt her own black uniform flutter across her waist. While one might think that catering treats to a girl determined to turn herself into a grade A Heifer would make the already fat and lazy Sarah even fatter, the opposite was happening.

Hauling huge, heavy trays up and down three flights of stairs all day was burning fat off of at a break neck pace. The chubby red head was shrinking like an ice cube in the desert, already having shed twenty pounds of lazy fat. Her dress hung loose at the waist and her once marbled thighs were growing leaner. Once a glutton herself, watching her lean mistress visibly balloon had put off Sarah's formerly prodigious appetite. It didn't help that Lydia's constant demands made Lydia miss lunch and dinner most days. Thankfully though, the Princess rarely dragged herself out of bed before 11 anymore, giving her over worked maid enough time for a small repast.

Sarah quickly fit a white blouse over Lydia's torso. Despite being let out, the garment was obviously snug. Small rolls of fat formed where the sleeves pinched her soft arms, while there were several inches of soft, tanned flesh in between the shirt's edge and Lydia's panties. The growing royal breasts stretched out the top, hinting at more cleavage than the Princess yet possessed, tight enough that her black bra was visible.

‘Are you sure this was let out?’ asked Lydia, feeling the garment pinch her in several places

‘The gnome tailor did everything he could,’ explained the Maid, ‘he said there was no more fabric let out.’

‘Then try the skirt,’ ordered Lydia, ‘I need to go speak to my step mother about the wedding soon and can’t parade around in my underwear can I? This ass is for Emperor Basil’s view alone.’

‘Of course Princess,’ said Sarah, ignoring the implied insult as she bent down and pulled the skirt around Lydia’s soft hips and began zipping it up. Or tried to, ‘Um… ‘

‘What’s the problem?’ said Lydia, a tad wobbly on her legs as Sarah, increasingly strong from lifting her trays all day, tugged at her skirt, nearly jerking her off balance.

‘Its getting stuck on your thighs,’ explained the maid, exasperated that the garment obviously failed to fit.

‘Let me see that!’ snapped Lydia, ‘it can’t be that tight!’

The Princess’ soft hands jerked at her zipper, failing to move it an inch. She’d never had a strong upper body, but a month of gluttonous leisure had made her arms weak as a newborn kitten’s. Lydia jumped up and down several times determined to pull up the skirt, her body quivering each time she landed. Soon her rounder face grew red and beads of perspiration sprouted across her brow.

‘This is impossible…’ gasped Lydia, falling back onto her bed, her belly shaking. Her shirt had ridden up some more, exposing a thick band of belly fat and love handles, a definite muffin top.

‘Shall I take it off your highness?’ asked Sarah, who thought that the skirt would have fit with enough effort.

‘Of course,’ sighed the Princess, not even moving as Sarah gently unzipped the garment, ‘ugh I’m covered in sweat. Draw me a bath if you would. With bubbles and make it very hot.’

‘As you wish Princess,’ agreed the maid, ‘what should I tell your mother, she is waiting on you correct?’

‘Oh, I’ll talk to Illian as soon as I’m done,’ said the Princess, not moving an inch. Sweat still glistened on her brow and body, darkening her shirt.

‘Would you like a beverage to cool off first?’ asked Sarah, wishing to forestall any further requests.

‘Oh, how about bottle or two of that Imperial Soda?’ requested the Princess, eager for a sugary drink.

Half an hour later found Lydia lounging in a large bronze bath tub, the bubbles up to her chin. Her right hand gripped a half empty soda bottle (her third), frequently tipping the beverage to her red lips. A fresh book sat on the side table, but the princess had yet to open it. Sarah had selected it at random from the library’s dusty stacks and its title was in some foreign language. Lydia couldn’t decipher it, but the title ‘Liber Obesus’ seemed rather alluring to her for some reason.

Meanwhile her left wandered under the bubbles, absent mindedly pinching and tugging at her growing body. Where once there hadn’t been an ounce of excess flesh, now there were plenty of inches to pinch. For a moment she played with her belly fat, idly feeling the soft bulge where there had only been firmness a month ago before reaching further and fondling her privates.

‘Ummmm….’ Moaned the princess, her cheeks blushing with pleasure as joy spread up through her body. Thoughts of her betrothed flickered through her mind, only increasing her arousal. Quickly, Lydia placed her soda to the side. Her now free hand pinched her nipples, moving from one growing breast to the other in rapid succession. 

‘Oh Goddess… Oh Goddess… Oh Goddess…’ she panted, before the orgasm hit her hard. Lydia moaned and sighed, her body convulsing amidst the sloshing tub before she settled back, smiling dreamily. After several minutes of idly floating, the Princess felt a small rumble in her tummy.

‘Sarah… another tray of cookies please,’ the girl muttered, ringing her bell.

‘So making yourself happy?’ asked an imperious voice.

Lydia’s eyes snapped open to see her stepmother standing before her. Illian’s posture was the same as it had been a month ago, legs askew with her hands on her hips. However, the Queen cut a very different figure than she had. It was inarguable that the Princess had put on a few since her massive change in diet, twenty four of them as a matter of fact. Laziness, constant snacking and being waited on hand and foot had overcome her athletic figure and youthful metabolism. But while that amount was fairly impressive for such a short time, it paled in comparison to what had happened to Illian.

For the first week of her step daughter’s diet, Illian had been confined almost completely to her bed chamber. A full crock of whipped cream a day at breakfast made her feel violently ill, although she never actually  threw up once she did was bedridden. When her body had finally grown use to such high calorie treatment, the Queen found her washboard abs gone. Seven days of lethargy had stolen a lot of hard won muscle tone and added a good deal of puffiness to the still skinny woman. Even if her step mother had restarted her exercise and diet program right then and there, Lydia was still sure the Queen would have put on a few pounds.

However, it was obvious that Illian had been eating more than a crock of cream a day since then, without moving a finger. The Queen had always favored tight dresses, but now her purple miniskirt was stretched nearly translucent by the wobbly dome of her belly. Her washboard abs were a thing of memory, replaced with large pot belly and jiggly lovehandles. Always large and well displayed breasts had swollen out while losing much of their perk, growing increasingly saggy. Long, slim runners legs had lost all of their hard won tone, the thighs even visibly touching at their plump tops where they peeked out beneath the now far too short skirt. The cause of all this expansion was evident on the Queen’s cheeks, which had graduated into full on jowls behind the chocolate stains.

‘I’m working myself to the bone preparing your wedding,’ lectured the queen, stuffing another chocolate eclair into her mouth, ‘and request your mere presence to decide on a dress. Instead of showing up like a polite daughter, you make me wait for an hour while you touch yourself!’

‘I’m sorry Illian, but coming down this evening would have been impossible,’ Lydia explained, ‘I’ve been having some clothing difficulty…’

‘I see,’ said Illian, ‘fattening up nicely are you? Well then girl, stand up and show me!’

‘I’m sorry, what?’

‘Come on, I want to see how chubby you’ve gotten. Don’t be embarrassed girl, I don’t have anything that you don’t.’

Lydia swallowed  a retort that Illian looked to have a good 20 lbs worth of things she didn’t yet possess and stood. Soon Illian was bending awkwardly over the tub, fat gut and heavy boobs making her angle awkward. Ignoring this, the Queen’s thicker fingers pinched and squeezed at Lydia’s body. For her part, the Princess took the probing well, long used to Illian searching for signs of weight gain.

‘My my, you are ripening up quickly now aren’t you?’ asked the Queen, ‘How are you gaining so quickly?’

‘Umm….’ Lydia began, realization slowly dawning that Illian either had no idea of her own weight gain or was in complete denial of it ,’well I just snack all day and don’t exercise.’

‘Amazing,’ said the Queen, ‘I should be careful I suppose, I don’t want to lose this figure after all. I’ve been awful busy arranging everything lately and have barely had time to work out. I’m lucky I’m so strong disciplined, otherwise I’d be snacking on the catering samples all the time like my ladies in waiting. Those girls would have blimped out into such pigs if I wasn’t there to snatch the food out of their hands. They have no idea where it would go if they ate it.’

Taking in her step-mother’s fat arms and thunder thighs, Lydia was quite certain where that food was going went. The greedy queen had at least twenty pounds on the Princess’ thickening figure, meaning Illian had put on forty pounds in a month. Such a rate of growth should be near impossible, but given that the Queen was apparently eating for herself and her three ladies in waiting easily believable.

‘’Now come,’ demanded Illian, ‘you need to choose a dress so the gnome tailors can get to work on making one with an elastic waist. We can’t all laze around here all day eating like you.’

With that the Queen turned, giving Lydia a full view of her backside. Cellulite cratered the once smooth cheeks, which had grown so much that the back of the Queen’s overstrained dress showed almost her whole ass off. Illian’s cheeky lace panties were swallowed by her wobbling ass, forming an impromptu thong. The cottage cheese coated derriere had fallen far from its formerly lofty perch, widening considerably on its downward journey. Fat and wide, it bounced and wobbled freely with every step, still jutting outwards due to the heels Illian wore.

‘Aren’t you coming?’ snapped Illian, turning side ways and giving Lydia a profile shot of her plump body, ‘Lazy girl, some of us are working our ass off for this party!’

The Princess managed to hold in her laughter until the Queen had left the room.

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Chapter 24: Dwarves

The text continues in Emperor Basil’s hand:

I set out from the Capitol with my entourage barely a day after meeting with Ashlay, having ordered a palace mage to send a message of approval ahead to the dwarves. With me I took my customary company of the Imperial Guard, each of the female troopers having runes to counter gluttony charms tattooed to their persons, something that had become necessary for any women near me.  Three civilians also came along: two mages so I could stay in contact with the Capitol and of course Ashlay.

The former-assassin was temporarily defying expectations and was starting to noticeably slim down. Granted, Ashlay was still a far cry from her formerly lithe self: her legs were thick and round, her paunch was a permanent slope of soft flesh and once steely buns were still soft and doughy. However, the spy mistress was also down nearly eighty pounds from here heaviest, while she was still meaty she was no longer what I would call fat. At 160 lbs, twenty less than most women of her income range, there were hints of a waist alongside a rear end that was starting to perk up once again. Ashlay was actually starting to look like she had once been athletic before letting go, instead of being a lifelong creampuff.

Mentally, the woman was so close to being skinny she could taste it. It didn’t take someone who knew her as well as I to notice that she was barely touching food and was exercising at every road side inn or military post we stopped at. Given my well known tastes in women I was a tad sad to see Ashlay shrinking, but I tempered this knowledge. Firstly, while she no longer needed to be fit, I could tell that Ashlay desperately missed the strength and agility of her former body. Going from a dangerous assassin girl who could positively float on roof tops and out fight a dozen men to a waddling office woman who looked like she would have trouble climbing out of her chair and could only be dangerous to a box of doughnuts had been quite a psychological blow to her.

Secondly, I was about to get married and thus the temptation offered by my friend’s still rather round butt would shortly be out of range. Despite an obvious attraction and compatibility between us, neither of us had ever acted on our feelings. When we first met I was busy with Yvarra and afterwards Ashlay was intimidated by the responsibility I had placed on her and the lofty heights of my own position. Her discomfort with her body following her weight gain was another problem, obviously Ashlay didn’t want to be just another fat girl on my list.

Lastly was my own confidence that my intelligence chief was born to be a fatty. It was true that when she was skinny Ashlay seemed a natural athlete and the last person anyone would think of as fat. But the slight pooch that had sprouted across her previously flawless abs during the aftermath of the Plombay Conquest had convinced me otherwise. Whenever Ashlay was relaxed and comfortable with herself was when the pounds came on, the inner voice that told her she had to stay skinny fading. Even had the ex-assassin not been sent on her fateful and fattening mission against the Caliph, her thinness was only temporary. Whenever she was getting laid regularly, Ashlay threw diet to the wind and exercise to the curb. Thus, I was eager to see how her month at the Dwarven city of Brufbar, getting ploughed daily and surrounded by festivities, would treat Ashlay’s already ample waist line.

Of course, this was not the only reason I was looking forwards to see the Dwarve (aside from fetching the hammer Wyrmdring.  For several centuries the Dwarves had been a client-nation of the Empire, producing steel and guarding our northern border in exchange for food, for no dwarf enjoys farming. Thus, Underking Schwarz controlled a realm of a half dozen major cities, each of them a hot bed of smithies, mines and foundries. Much of the Empire’s military might was predetermined by relations with the dwarves, our most powerful yet least seen ethnic group. While it was true there was a decent sized Dwarf neighborhood in the Capitol, boasting the city’s best beer and blacksmiths, the bearded folk tended to stay in their own cities save for a few young ones afflicted with gold-lust who sought out careers as mercenaries in the Imperial Army. Because of this, no Emperor had ever visited them and the Dwarves had few ties to the Empire. I was eager to improve the situation.

Only a few weeks of travel separated the Imperial Capitol and the Dwarves largest city, so excellent had my updated system of roads proved. Ashlay somehow kept to her exercise regimen the entire time, the only person besides me that is. Because of this, her traveling clothes had started to droop loosely when we arrived before the city’s great gates. Quickly we were ushered inside, I and the higher ranked members of the party being given private rooms in the King’s Quarter while the cavalry were put into their own barracks.

Already feasting had been going on for a day, despite the wedding not being until the next morning. We were to be formerly introduced that night to the Dwarf royal family, so I ordered everyone to prepare themselves. I washed quickly in cold water, a necessity given the several curvaceous women in my bodyguard and my own lack of sex due to my betrothal, and was clean in moments. However, it seems that even an Emperor must wait on women to get ready and I found myself spending several boring minutes in the common room, amusing myself by tapping a finger against my silvered scale mail.

Luckily I did not have to wait long before Helmwurst found me. Clad in the customary plate mail, the Dwarf was tall for his breed, of a height with the short Ashlay, and nearly as broad in his shoulders.. He was also young, being reckoned just out of his adolescence at fifty. Never the less, the Prince had a notable reputation for wildness, ranging from mild acts of rebellion such as only having a short beard to severe crimes like sleeping with an elven rangeress and paying her actual gold for the experience. Despite all this, Helmwurst had managed to bring in great amounts of gold to his family’s vaults by leading a mercenary party with his more esteemed brother.

‘So you must be Basil, else I’ve gotten shorter,’ said the Dwarf, trying to crush my hand in a vice like grip. Fortunately for me, while Dwarves are stronger than humans half of my blood was Amazonian. I matched him ounce for ounce.

‘Aha, a strong one for a tall-boy!’ Helmwurst said, ‘I’m glad we’ve sworn fealty to one with spirit.’

‘I thought we would be formally introduced until later,’ I asked.

‘Pox on the traditions and rules,’ spat the dwarf onto the surely priceless carpet, ‘men live by our word not court etiquette. If you’re here, that means you brought the lass, the one we call Crushvag.’

I knew enough dwarfish to make out what the term meant. I’ll save its meaning, but it told me the Dwarves had a very odd idea about how Ashlay had killed the last Caliph.

‘Ashlay is readying herself,’ I told him, ‘she’s very eager to meet you.’

‘As I am eager to meet her. I’ve killed a manticore with my bare hands before, but to survive thirty nights with the Crushvag will bring me glory that no dwarf has ever seen!’

At that point the door to one of the girl’s rooms opened. Rather than Ashlay it was our two mages, Carmella and her apprentice Elena. Both of the women were beauties, although I had to naturally prefer Carmella.

The senior mage had been temporarily detached from her archeological dig in the elven ruins and was looking more ravishing than ever. Her flawless skin and long, bouncy hair were still the same shade of golden brown, both nicely offset by a dress of gold. The dress was short and perfectly cut: proudly displaying her long shapely legs, clinging tightly to her hourglass mid section and dipping low to show large breasts. Her curvy figure was a bit rounder as well, the mage’s bigger hips, bouncier breasts and slightly thicker waist evidence that she hadn’t done much digging by hand.

To me, Carmella looked especially drool worthy alongside Elena, although the younger apprentice was pretty in her own right. A young mage just out of the Arcane Academy, Elena’s figure would have been all the rage several years ago. Tall and thin, her only fat was on her small breasts, which were still proudly displayed by her tight, sky blue dress. Elena’s face was lean and angular,  while her long pale blonde hair was nearly the same color as her fair skin. If I had thrown a bucket of water on her, Elena might have weighed 110 lbs, making her one of the smallest civilian women I had seen in a while.

‘She’s much smaller than I thought,’ mused Helmwurst as he looked at Elena, ‘but then she has been travelling. A month in my mother’s kitchens will leave her as big as the legends say though.’

‘I’m… sorry?’ asked Elena, more than a little confused.

‘Don’t worry there girlie,’ assured the Dwarf, ‘ten loafs of dwarven warbread a day and you’ll never have to worry about getting up again. We’ll soon have you back to your obese glory, the same with the one behind her. I’d give you another Wyrmdring for her!’

Elena didn’t say anything besides somewhat gagging a few times, although Carmella tittered a bit behind her.

‘That’s not Ashlay,’ I told him, hearing the door open behind us, ‘this is.’

Ashlay was dressed to kill, figuratively rather than literally this time. Her soft, shapely hips were barely contained within a crimson mini-dress, which didn’t hide an inch of her legs. High heels gave a false sense of length to her plump limbs, all while making the Spy-Mistress’ large rear stick out more. Ashlay’s always huge and rather bouncy ass strained against the fabric, threatening to burst it at any second. A tiny, decorative black belt encircled her paunchy waist, buckled just loose enough that her chub wouldn’t muffin top around it. Sleeveless and strapless, the dress dipped low to show off her still DD cup breasts, her chest untouched by the recent weight loss.

‘I’m sorry,’ the ex-assassin said as Helmwurst starred at her speechlessly, ‘did I miss something?’

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( Old wizard smokes pipe full of "herb")

The legends of the dwarves are shrouded in rock.  Not shrouded in mystery.  Rock.  For you see the dwarven race was bourne from earth and to earth they may return someday.  But they were here before men.  Thousands of years before.  Possibly and most likely tens of thousands. 

They had fire before us.  Not discovered through trees and the elemental force of lighting but of earth.  Deep dwarven cities were warmed by the liquid heart of this world.  As were their ovens.  Ovens that have baked dishes that mankind has still never seen, harvested from lichens and gems that were still living, not the dead things that they take up to trade with us.  Only they know how the juice from a sapphire feels as its liquid heat burns down ones throat....aye, they've been baking for hundreds of years more than us.

I ve heard tales of their women too.  Not the dwarves from neighboring Krynn of course.  The first dwarves had one  love and only one.  The mountain.  The earth spirits were their first loves and each dwarf holds some of that love within them. 

and of course lad.  Mountains are gigantic.  And heavy.

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Chapter 25: The Spy Who Gorged

The spy who bulged

The Great Hall of the Dwarves was a marble chamber large enough to hold a dozen war galleys. Hordes of dwarves thronged between the great pillars, making a raucous dirge as they gabble red and feasted. Vast fires with spitted boars had been set up amongst the oaken tables, as had huge kegs of ale. It was hot inside the huge room, even though clever vents whisked away the smoke, and Ashlay felt sweat glisten on her body, darkening the red fabric stretched about her belly. Aside from the heat was the pressure on her hips, her soft buns pressed tightly into the tight confines of a dwarf carved chair.

Not surprisingly, the wedding ceremony had been short for the dwarves were known as a pragmatic race. Vows had been said quickly between Helmwursts brother and the bride, a woman slightly shorter than Ashlay and only a bit narrower in the middle. After that the mob of dwarves had flooded into the hall eagerly awaiting the feast.

Trying to cool herself, the spy took a deep drought of ale, letting it join the pint already sloshing around inside her. She had never been a big drinker and was already feeling tipsy. This wasn't helped by Helmwursts placing a hand on her still plump thigh and giving her a squeeze. The dwarf had been flirting with her all night, constantly complementing everything he could from the size of her breasts to the breadth of her hips and even the still present bulge of her belly.

Usually, Ashlay would have been offended but after months out of the dating scene she found the attention flattering. She was even surprised to blush when her paunch was complimented and felt herself grow wet. Helmwursts may have only been an inch taller than her, but his muscles stood out like they were carved from the mountain and the thought of his huge mustache tickling her clit made Ashlay shiver.

Distracted by carnal thoughts, Ashlay didn't think that the beers she was guzzling were several hundred calories each. In fact her stomach used the distraction to convince her hands to deliver half a dozen rolls, dripping with honey and butter into her all to eager mouth. Unbeknownst to her, each roll was a piece of dwarves battle bread able to keep a warrior fighting all day. Ashlay had consumed enough calories to keep her going for a week in minutes.

'A bit of a strange taste these rolls have,' the spy said, her diet forgotten.

'Not bad at all though,' agreed Carmella, the Mage munching on her third. Her carefully balanced diet plan urged her to avoid carbs, but as it was a special occasion she splurged. The once strict Mage had been doing that a lot the past couple months, as a result her waspish waste was thickening, her figure’s perfect hour glass shape vanishing as sand plugged the middle. Tan fingers tugged fruitlessly at the middle of her dress, trying to find slack where none existed.

'Dont fill up on the bread, ' advised Helmwurst, nonetheless refilling Ashlays stein, 'it will ruin your appetite for real food.'

'Please I've been dieting for years now, ' declared Ashlay, ' I could eat like this for a month and not get full.'

'Could you now?' Asked Helmwurst, the gleam in his eye covered by the small glow of a spell as Carmella magically let her dress out an extra inch.

'Ashlay was known to have the largest appetite in the entire Assassins order,' said Basil. The Emperors plate was bare, but he hadnt eaten a bite. somehow everything had had somehow contrived to move to either Carmella or her apprentice Elena’s plate. The thickening Brunette barely noticed as she let herself go, stuffing herself with gusto now that her dress was looser, but the pale blonde was near catatonic. Elena slouched backwards, hands on the food baby that had erupted across her normally flat stomach after just two of the rolls and a handful of fried appetizers.

‘Please, that was a one time deal,’ proclaimed Ashlay, in between the third and fourth rib of a rack recently placed before her by a waiter, ‘I’m naturally fit as a fiddle. I’ve just had some problems interrupting me loosing this weight.’

Quite a few more ‘problems’ came up during the night. Ashlay ate and ate as Helmwurst continued praising her looks and feeling up her leg. Her inhibitions slipped as libido, appetite and alcohol worked away at her brain. Months of pent up hunger let rip as the spy mistress greedily consumed enough food for an entire squad: racks of boar ribs, slabs of bacon, platters of fried onions, another five battle rolls and pint after pint of foaming beer.

By midnight, Ashlay’s tight red dress was stretched taut across her swollen gut, riding upwards and exposing her lacy underwear. Her body were also wedged tight in the chair, the stuffing having left her swollen into her seat. Normally composed and calm, one of her hands was stuck down Helmwurst’s pants, grimly trying to figure out how to open the dwarf’s belt through a haze of alcohol. Drunk and horny, she was still somehow hungry and was munching on another roll with her left hand. When Helmwurst decided to take things up to his bedchambers, it took both the Dwarf and Basil’s prodigious strength to pop Ashlay out of her seat.

‘Does she always eat like that?’ asked Elena of her mistress as the spy was led away. The Junior Mage felt terrible from having to eat so much and the display of gluttony put on by both spy and senior mage seemed enough to turn her off food for life.

‘Well it is a special occasion,’ explained Carmella, in the midst of letting her dress out for the third time. With a faint glow the fabric about her stuffed middle expanded, the swollen belly inside surging outwards into a more comfortable slump.

‘Ooohhh that’s better,’ said the senior mage, patting her full belly lightly, ‘she has been dieting for a while. Poor thing, she used to be thin as a rail before she blew up. And she worked so hard to slim back down only to eat like a pig tonight. Let her figure be a lesson to you Elena, let yourself go once and you’ll never get a handle on yourself again.’

‘I’ll be sure to remember that,’ agreed the junior mage, casting a cynical blue eye on the swollen belly of her senior, ‘now I think I’m for bed my lady.’

‘Oh they haven’t even brought out dessert yet,’ said Carmella, ‘and I hear that the dwarven chefs have the best crème brule.’

‘What about not letting myself go?’

‘Please it’s a special occasion,’ Carmella explained hypocritically as she spooned herself a heaping spoon of custard, ‘now open wide.’

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Dwarves have allways been fond of ale.  One of their brews was once made of actual poppies before they eventually figured out the addictive properties of what turned out to be a liquid opium.  But they are addictive enough on their own, each carefully brewed cask aged in custom carved nices.  Their other brews can be aged for thousands of years. 

The dwarven constitution however is more than up to the challenge of the inebriating qualities of their most popular liquids.  Most dwarve races prefer vintages that would blind most humans permanantly.  Skullsplitter was once thought be be a legendary weapon and was quested after by hundreds before eventually recovered from Smaugs lair...and that turned out to be a single cask of legendary quality mead.  Unfortunatly most of it had eaten through the cask and and the stone beneath it.

One could say that a hobby of the dwarves would be to see how drunk they can convince the other races to become.   

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Chapter 26: Fatter Magic

Princess Lydia ate and read.

Her left hand was filled with a heaping helping of brownies, the gooey chocolates still warm from the oven. She shoved them into her mouth, consuming them messily and never taking her eyes off of her book. It wasn’t that she was holding the book at all though, there were servants (of which she now had six) for that. Once the independent minded princess would have balked at that, but now she was another reason for help as the small tome was unusually heavy and seemed to grow thicker the more Lydia read from it.

The book’s size and the number of her servants were not the only things growing about the castle. Second most prominent of these was Princess Lydia herself, a far cry from her lean form only a few months earlier, when she had been thin and athletic. Indeed, she was scarcely recognizable as she had been before finding this most interesting book. Only two weeks ago Lydia had barely been plump, a slightly chubby debutante with only two chins and a stomach that was still flat when sucked in.

But now Lydia was fat, undeniably, inarguably, impossibly and unrecognizably fat.

Only that morning Lydia had crested into the 180s as told by the rather expensive scale installed into her room. A third chin wobbled under her jaw, which worked endlessly on food in attempts to build a fourth. Her chins were round and wobbly, giving no hint to the delicate features buried beneath them. Her once creamy cheeks were now red, while previously unseen spots of acne were appearing on once flawless skin. Even Lydia’s swan like neck was growing thicker as she ballooned, while a lair of sweat covered her round form due to the heat of the summer day.

Although Lydia’s face was round and puffy, most of her new weight had settled on her body. Saggy C cups hung from her chest, rising and falling as the Princess frequently swallowed. The still small breasts bounced slightly against her vast gut, which dominated her new figure. A wall of rolls, it surged forth to rest on plump thighs and expanded across to outmatch her meaty hips.

Gaining seventy pounds in such a short time should have been impossible, indeed Lydia should have still been just plump instead of bonafide fat. But the book the Princess had found, innocently brought to her by the unknowning Sarah, had changed that. The strange runes and spells inside the book brought the Princess’ youthful metabolism to a near halt, all while turning everything she ate instantly into fat and giving her an unbridled appetite. Day in and day out Lydia ate, her slim figure quickly submerging in a sea of adipose. She didn’t even feel herself getting lazier, demanding more and more servants to attend to her needs.

Six young women stood in attendance of the Princess at all times, even during her frequent naps. Each was lean and gorgeous, even the formerly fat Sarah had turned into a fit goddess with a flat tummy and delicate features. Any fat that had been on the maids had long been burned off by constant fetching and carrying. Despite being constantly surrounded by fattening food, not a morsel had passed the mouths of any of the girls. Only one girl had tried to steal a single cookie only to be immediately caught by Lydia’s tubby wrath.

Although she had always been a merciful and kind girl, the sight of the slim brunette maid taking a single cookie had sent Lydia into a rage. Roaring and ranting the Princess had stuffed several handfuls of cookies into the maid’s mouth, she stopped quickly as her flabby arms grew tired and her face sweaty, collapsing into the bed and demanding milkshakes, a massage and fanning.  But the message had been sent, none of the girls would dare risk the Princess’s anger again.

‘Help me up,’ ordered Lydia to her nearest maids, two of whom were always on hand to help her rise. Although her exponential gain had made the Princess incredibly weak, she would have been able to rise up with only slight effort had she not become so physically lazy.  The straw berry blonde didn’t exert herself at all as a slender maid grabbed each of her wrists and with difficulty jerked Lydia off of her feather bed.

Shortly the Princess was standing, rocking slightly as her heavy gut threatened to pull her off balance. Although her hips and ass had taken the first brunt of her gain, the spell the Princess had found had transferred most of the next forty pounds to her flabby stomach. Breast and stomach flopped slightly, free of any restrictions as Lydia rarely wore clothes besides a loose microskirt anymore in her private apartment. Even though it had been baggy three days before, the tiny black garment was now stretched tight about her meaty hips. Normally the prim and proper maids would have frowned on this, but the Princess had found a spell in her new book that stupefied their minds.

Waddling slowly to her bedroom mirror, Lydia examined herself. Between her multiple chins, saggy breasts and apron like stomach she could barely recognize herself. Slowly the young woman began pinching herself, feeling her body jiggle.

‘I may have overdone it a little on the stomach,’ she mused to herself, hands gripping and jiggling one huge roll.

‘I’m sorry mylady?’ asked Sarah, the now lean and fit maid standing alongside the Princess. A rather simple girl, her mind had been easily duped by Lydia’s spell. Telling the Queen about her daughter’s illicit magic use was a thought Sarah couldn’t even grasp, much like her new inability to judge Lydia’s clothed state.

‘Hmmm….’ The Princess thought with an evil grin, eying Sarah’s stomach.

The maid’s formerly dumpy figure had been burned away by a hundred, heavily laden trips up and down the long stair case a day, leaving her with a perfectly flat belly and well toned arms and legs. Like all of the Maids, Sarah’s uniform was extremely skimpy and revealing: it dove low to reveal the red head’s newly perky breasts, while cinching tight around her narrow waist. The skirt was an afterthought, revealing a seemingly endless length of firm thighs and trim calves. A black ribbon was tied around Sarah’s swan like neck, drawing attention to a face that had become rather stunning with its encasing layer of lard removed.

Although she had once been kind and generous, Lydia had still been glad that her maid had been flabby and shapeless in order to make herself look better. Even though she had long ago accepted her need to gain weight and deeply enjoyed her lazy gorging, the Princess still felt the occasional stab of self consciousness. This was especially true when next to the svelte Sarah, the massive change in size highlighting just how massive Lydia had grown.

‘Tell me Sarah, do you like being skinny?’ asked Lydia, ‘Be truthful.’

‘Oh very much your highness,’ said the maid eagerly, spinning slightly to show off her muscular legs, ‘I feel so light and graceful anymore, I can actually dance now. I can’t believe how huge and ungainly I used to be, stomping and rolling around.’

‘And have you been getting a lot more male attention?’

‘More than ever! I’ve got a date with one of the castle knights tonight,’ the red head bragged, ‘its our third one. He’s the son of a count and if I play my cards right we might get engaged.’

‘And have you ever thought of getting fat again? You looked so … um …. cute with the extra weight. So round and … uh plump.’

‘Of course not. I was a flabby mess. I don’t think I’ll ever eat sweets again. They taste like cardboard to me anymore.’

Lydia took in her skinny maid, so fit and happy with her weight loss. The contrast between the two of them couldn’t have been greater and it made the fat princess boil with rage.

‘Sarah,’ said Lydia, her right hand motioning into  the first of two spells she had read from her book that very morning.

‘Yes mistress?’

‘Tell me what you think of me, be truthful?’

‘You’re a disgusting landwhale,’ said Sarah truthfully and cheerfully, the spell making the maid sound as if she had announced the tea was done, ‘you’ve gotten so big I barely recognize you and you’ve turned lazy and spiteful to boot. I’d tell your new husband to call off the whole wedding even if you hadn’t turned into a giant ball of fat.’

‘Maids,’ Lydia spoke through a grimace, the truth in Sarah’s words biting as her hands formed a spell, ‘eat.’

Despite the huge dent Lydia was constantly putting into the castle’s food supply, there was always a plethora of food inside the Princess’ room. Pies hot from the oven steamed on the windowsill, while fresh cakes lay in platters on the many bed side tables. Silver trays filled with brownies were at the foot of Lydia’s bed, the chocolate icing still molten.

The maids, each a slender and gorgeous young woman, fell upon the array of desserts like ravenous wolves upon a lost traveler. A tan brunette with flawless skin grabbed a brownie platter, her slim fingers gracelessly shoving handfuls of the chocolate treats into her mouth, staining her face and getting crumbs down her bosom. A large breasted  blonde, her breasts firm and perky from years of running, shoved her face into a white cake, cheeks bulging as the cake filled her mouth. Sarah didn’t even try to fight despite her recent protestations against overeating, alternating between piles of cookies and handfuls of pie.

Each of the young women were eating enough to make themselves sick, but the damage to their figures should have been negligible due to their heavy workload and fast metabolisms. However, the spell Lydia had cast had magically altered their bodies. The fats and sugars in the food were digested within seconds of being swallowed, the  calories transferring instantly to flat stomachs and firm butts.

Sarah’s long hated second chin was back within five minutes of the start of her feast, while her muscular legs grew thick and blubbery. The fit blonde lost all of her muscle tone in moments, her breasts growing saggy as cellulite spread across her thighs. Meanwhile, a thick crop of pimples popped up on the brunettes face just as her new paunch split her shirt wide open.

Soon the maids were lying moaning on the floor. Their faces and clothes were stained with crumbs and chocolate where they weren’t ripped apart by expanding fat. Each of the maidens had put on at least twenty five pounds in ten minutes, their bodies pained and uncomfortable in the sudden weight gain (which had come complete with angry looking stretchmarks).

‘Let this be a lesson girls,’ lectured Lydia, ‘never, fucking never call me fat. Now clean up this mess, I’ve got to get ready for  my ‘mother’s’ arrival.’

Compelled by her voice, the maids got to work, although they did so with unaccustomed slowness and awkwardness. Their fat slowed them down, as did the painful fullness in their stomachs. Meanwhile Lydia studied her book in front of the mirror, searching for the appropriate spelsl. Soon she found the first one and made the appropriate motions with her chubby fingers.

Lydia’s body changed, growing hazy and indistinct. Her saggy breasts perked up and expanded at the same time,  becoming pert E cups much higher than her saggy Cs. The flabby apron of Lydia’s belly drew upwards, receding as fat transferred to the rest of her body. Soon she was merely soft and thick, with only a slight paunch and moderate love handles when standing. Her hips had gotten wider, while her ass was free of its coating of cellulite.  The rather unfortunate looking third chin was gone completely, while the second chin and her cheeks were much reduced. Lydia hadn’t lost an ounce, but she had redistributed her weight drastically, becoming far curvier.

‘Tell the Queen I wish to see her,’ said Lydia imperiously to her now flabby maids as she memorized the second spell, ‘I have a surprise for her.’

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