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    >_< 0_0 got a reaction from ulvrik in The Fattening Harem   
    Chapter Fifty-Five
                   I don’t know how long I spent there under Honeybun’s sumptuous bosom, but by the time I’d finally drained her, I was full as a tick. I felt like a tick too. My belly was so full that I could feel the nymph’s nectar sloshing within – and when Honeybun leaned back from her tight embrace, I could see it too, and it made me gasp.
                   My belly was a weighty sphere that wobbled heavily against my thighs like a pregnancy ready to pop. I expected as much, but not what I found before me. Honeybun’s nectar – warm on its way down my throat and hot within my stomach – had filled me and stretched the skin so tautly that it glowed orange. I could see the nectar sloshing inside!
                   “Good,” Honeybun rubbed the gently-sloshing orb with pride. “You’ve had your fill; this shall compensate the loss of that hive.”
                   I belched loudly before replying. “What have you done to me?”
                   “You will learn in time. Suffice it to say the hivs are not my only responsibility. There are plenty of creatures I am nursing and caring for – and all are free range.”
                   I belched again, but quietly this time. “Are you… domesticating the stuffers?”
                   “Never you mind worrying your head about that. Come: it is time to return you to your herd. They’re waiting for you in the grove below.”
                   With that, Honeybun scooped me up into her arms and floated us over the balcony railing.
     
                   The girls were waiting for us in the grove below. A part of me wished they weren’t, but that would probably mean more time in Honeybun’s treehouse and being stuffed further still, so it was all I could do to close my eyes and focus my attention on my huge ball of a gut instead of my companions shocked reactions to my return. This worked until we close enough to hear them.
                   “Oh, good gods!” Seerah gasped. “Gnobbo, she’s huge!” You didn’t tell us this.”
                   “Huge!” Gnobbo replied, feigning foolishness. “Yuuuge!”
                   “Be not afraid, my darling stuffers,” Honeybun landed lightly in their midst. “Your friend Zaiva has not been harmed.”
                   I opened my eyes and found them gathered ‘round me, eyeing my new roundness.
                   “Her stomach’s glowing,” said Pixie as she reached for my belly. “Ah! It’s warm! What did you do to her?”
                   “I had her repay her debt,” Honeybun replied. “Take care of her now – and remember what happens when you harm my hives.”
                   She knelt and lay me amongst a bed of flowers before making to float off again, but I grabbed at her ankle.
                   “Wait,” I said. “You mentioned you left honey for us. Where is it?”
                   Honeybun’s eyes flared so furiously I released her. “That’s for you to find. There’s a reason we leave you alone.”
                   “But what is that reason?” asked Pixie. “Are you – oof…”
                   A sharp jab of Aniya’s elbow against Pixie’s ribs silenced her and likely saved us from further torments. The nymph gave us a final parting glance before rising into the sky again.
                   “Live, laugh, love!” called Honeybun. “And behave yourselves!”
                   There was a brief silence as we watched the hefty nymph vanish into the canopy above, then all attention was on me and my round, glowing gut.
                   “What happened to you, Zaiva?” Seerah lay a hand over my hot gut in a vain attempt to comfort me. “Gnobbo tried to tell us, but you know how she is…”
                   “Drow,” Gnobbo snuck between my legs where I couldn’t see and patted my bulge. “Drow-cow.”
                   “Gnobbo, stop that,” Seerah plucked her into her arms. “Shame on you! Think of how she feels!”
                   “Look at the size of it,” Bobette crouched beside me and rubbed the full breadth of the dome. “Is this that ‘nymph-juice’ Gnobbo told us about? Does it hurt?”
                   “Either way, that’s at least five pounds right there,” said her friend Lydia.
                   “Either way,” Aniya shooed their paws away from me. “It’s getting dark soon, so we should figure-out how to carry her back to the cabins – Zaiva, how you feeling? Can you walk?”
                   “No,” I stared at my gut and groaned. “Just… fuck… just let me stay here…”
                   “Nah, we cant do that, Zaiv.”
                   “Why not? You let the nymph take me, right? That Quiet One pointed at me and you all just stood there, watching me…”
                   Aniya smiled in spite of my anger and gestured towards Cinder. “Actually, we had a long talk with her ‘bout that… isn’t that right, girl? Come out, Quiet One.”
                   Like a mouse poking its snout from its hole, Quiet One emerged from behind Cinder’s treelike legs and scurried behind Aniya for cover.
                   “Hey, it’s all good,” Aniya chuckled. “Now remember what we all talked about? You said you were scared, right?”
                   Quiet One nodded silently, eyeing me with fear.
                   “And you said you were sorry, right? Tell Zaiva you’re sorry.”
                   “’m sorry…” she whispered.
                   “See? Now it’s all better.”
                   “It’s not,” I snapped. “This is all her fault.”
                   Quiet One was more cowardly than I thought, for as soon as she heard me speak, she began bolting for the thicket.
                   “Hey, come back!” Aniy called. “Zaiva, work with me here… hey! Come back Quiet One! Victoria, can you go get her?”
                   “I’m sure she’ll come back,” Victoria replied coldly.
                   “I mean, yeah, but… I guess if you don’t want to fetch her, you can help us carry Zaiva.”
                   “Don’t…” I was gripping tufts of grass just so I wouldn’t touch my gut and show weakness.
                   “Zaiva,” Aniya grew serious. “We’ve got to get you home. You don’t want that nymph to whisk you away again.”
                   “Fuck,” I groaned. “Just be careful.”
                   “Um,” Bobette inspected me closely. “How will we do that? She looks heavy.”
                   “Ah could cawry hur,” said Cinder.
                   “Thanks Cinder,” Aniya turned back to me. “What a day, huh? Let’s get you in a hammock.”
                   With that, Cinder dug her hands under me and scooped me into her arms as easily as a lioness carrying her kitten by the neck. I moaned, but less from discomfort and more from being squashed against giant breasts for the second time in a day. The half-giantess was growing top-heavy as she filled-out, and her breasts were competing against me for space in her arms. My only solace was that their bulk hid my shameful gut from precious eyes.
                   “So wawrm…” Cinder hugged my glowing-hot stomach tighter against herself.
                   All things considered, I said nothing.
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    I’m handicapped from replying because this is what happens next chapter 
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    >_< 0_0 reacted to Borghen in The Fattening Harem   
    Well, let's see if this stuffing brings to long lasting consequences on Zaiva's figure (I'm betting it DOES).
    Beside, I'd like to see how Gnobbo has changed, since bursting her pigskin.
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    Chapter Fifty-Five
                   I don’t know how long I spent there under Honeybun’s sumptuous bosom, but by the time I’d finally drained her, I was full as a tick. I felt like a tick too. My belly was so full that I could feel the nymph’s nectar sloshing within – and when Honeybun leaned back from her tight embrace, I could see it too, and it made me gasp.
                   My belly was a weighty sphere that wobbled heavily against my thighs like a pregnancy ready to pop. I expected as much, but not what I found before me. Honeybun’s nectar – warm on its way down my throat and hot within my stomach – had filled me and stretched the skin so tautly that it glowed orange. I could see the nectar sloshing inside!
                   “Good,” Honeybun rubbed the gently-sloshing orb with pride. “You’ve had your fill; this shall compensate the loss of that hive.”
                   I belched loudly before replying. “What have you done to me?”
                   “You will learn in time. Suffice it to say the hivs are not my only responsibility. There are plenty of creatures I am nursing and caring for – and all are free range.”
                   I belched again, but quietly this time. “Are you… domesticating the stuffers?”
                   “Never you mind worrying your head about that. Come: it is time to return you to your herd. They’re waiting for you in the grove below.”
                   With that, Honeybun scooped me up into her arms and floated us over the balcony railing.
     
                   The girls were waiting for us in the grove below. A part of me wished they weren’t, but that would probably mean more time in Honeybun’s treehouse and being stuffed further still, so it was all I could do to close my eyes and focus my attention on my huge ball of a gut instead of my companions shocked reactions to my return. This worked until we close enough to hear them.
                   “Oh, good gods!” Seerah gasped. “Gnobbo, she’s huge!” You didn’t tell us this.”
                   “Huge!” Gnobbo replied, feigning foolishness. “Yuuuge!”
                   “Be not afraid, my darling stuffers,” Honeybun landed lightly in their midst. “Your friend Zaiva has not been harmed.”
                   I opened my eyes and found them gathered ‘round me, eyeing my new roundness.
                   “Her stomach’s glowing,” said Pixie as she reached for my belly. “Ah! It’s warm! What did you do to her?”
                   “I had her repay her debt,” Honeybun replied. “Take care of her now – and remember what happens when you harm my hives.”
                   She knelt and lay me amongst a bed of flowers before making to float off again, but I grabbed at her ankle.
                   “Wait,” I said. “You mentioned you left honey for us. Where is it?”
                   Honeybun’s eyes flared so furiously I released her. “That’s for you to find. There’s a reason we leave you alone.”
                   “But what is that reason?” asked Pixie. “Are you – oof…”
                   A sharp jab of Aniya’s elbow against Pixie’s ribs silenced her and likely saved us from further torments. The nymph gave us a final parting glance before rising into the sky again.
                   “Live, laugh, love!” called Honeybun. “And behave yourselves!”
                   There was a brief silence as we watched the hefty nymph vanish into the canopy above, then all attention was on me and my round, glowing gut.
                   “What happened to you, Zaiva?” Seerah lay a hand over my hot gut in a vain attempt to comfort me. “Gnobbo tried to tell us, but you know how she is…”
                   “Drow,” Gnobbo snuck between my legs where I couldn’t see and patted my bulge. “Drow-cow.”
                   “Gnobbo, stop that,” Seerah plucked her into her arms. “Shame on you! Think of how she feels!”
                   “Look at the size of it,” Bobette crouched beside me and rubbed the full breadth of the dome. “Is this that ‘nymph-juice’ Gnobbo told us about? Does it hurt?”
                   “Either way, that’s at least five pounds right there,” said her friend Lydia.
                   “Either way,” Aniya shooed their paws away from me. “It’s getting dark soon, so we should figure-out how to carry her back to the cabins – Zaiva, how you feeling? Can you walk?”
                   “No,” I stared at my gut and groaned. “Just… fuck… just let me stay here…”
                   “Nah, we cant do that, Zaiv.”
                   “Why not? You let the nymph take me, right? That Quiet One pointed at me and you all just stood there, watching me…”
                   Aniya smiled in spite of my anger and gestured towards Cinder. “Actually, we had a long talk with her ‘bout that… isn’t that right, girl? Come out, Quiet One.”
                   Like a mouse poking its snout from its hole, Quiet One emerged from behind Cinder’s treelike legs and scurried behind Aniya for cover.
                   “Hey, it’s all good,” Aniya chuckled. “Now remember what we all talked about? You said you were scared, right?”
                   Quiet One nodded silently, eyeing me with fear.
                   “And you said you were sorry, right? Tell Zaiva you’re sorry.”
                   “’m sorry…” she whispered.
                   “See? Now it’s all better.”
                   “It’s not,” I snapped. “This is all her fault.”
                   Quiet One was more cowardly than I thought, for as soon as she heard me speak, she began bolting for the thicket.
                   “Hey, come back!” Aniy called. “Zaiva, work with me here… hey! Come back Quiet One! Victoria, can you go get her?”
                   “I’m sure she’ll come back,” Victoria replied coldly.
                   “I mean, yeah, but… I guess if you don’t want to fetch her, you can help us carry Zaiva.”
                   “Don’t…” I was gripping tufts of grass just so I wouldn’t touch my gut and show weakness.
                   “Zaiva,” Aniya grew serious. “We’ve got to get you home. You don’t want that nymph to whisk you away again.”
                   “Fuck,” I groaned. “Just be careful.”
                   “Um,” Bobette inspected me closely. “How will we do that? She looks heavy.”
                   “Ah could cawry hur,” said Cinder.
                   “Thanks Cinder,” Aniya turned back to me. “What a day, huh? Let’s get you in a hammock.”
                   With that, Cinder dug her hands under me and scooped me into her arms as easily as a lioness carrying her kitten by the neck. I moaned, but less from discomfort and more from being squashed against giant breasts for the second time in a day. The half-giantess was growing top-heavy as she filled-out, and her breasts were competing against me for space in her arms. My only solace was that their bulk hid my shameful gut from precious eyes.
                   “So wawrm…” Cinder hugged my glowing-hot stomach tighter against herself.
                   All things considered, I said nothing.
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    >_< 0_0 reacted to PeakyPooky in Former Fitness Coach Turns Into Softening Food Baby Queen   
    Ok I filmed a video response, but I Guess only pictures are allowed ? Hahaha first off, thanks for the warning ! I’ll be on the lookout 👀 ! 

    So to answer your question, if i were to let my self go , how I would feel: honestly nervous! Hahahhaa getting on the scale the other day I was surprised ( not really) that I had gone up!! Hahaha but this time I wasn’t like depressed about it if you know what I mean ? Like i just laughed about it. Obviously not everyday is going to be the same. Emotionally I mean. Hahahaha honestly right now I can’t imagine my self with 15 lbs more… but what I can say.. is before I got super skinny, my heaviest was 160… and I feel like even though I’m 10 lbs away from that … my self confidence NOW is a lot better than back then! Like even right now I’m more confident than when i was super skinny. Hahah now im just rambling on, but I hope I kind of answered your question!?😅 also, here was my outfit yesterday hahahaha 

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    Chapter Fifty-Four
                   Remove my clothes? Her words chilled me to the bone. Aniya had mentioned she wanted to do so at the lake, but events prevented us from acting on that urge. Now I was faced with the prospect of baring my flesh again and for the first time in my life, I was hesitant. All my life, my muscles were like armour stretched across my frame and shining with well-earned sweat. Now… now that armour was gone and I hardly dared imagine what had replaced it.
                   “My clothes…” I replied at last. “I’ve never… ah… I don’t know how…”
                   Such a stupid reply! What was coming over me? There was no chance such an excuse would work! And yet… it almost did. At least, it didn’t seem to anger my matronly captor. In fact, she cracked a bemused smile.
                   “Other nymphs warned me of this,” she gently lay the bottle beside her golden thigh. “Quite a few of your kind don’t know they can remove the ‘pigskins’ when they burst for the first time. They showed me how…”
                   She was leaning closer to me, her hands reaching for the back of my neck and her breasts squashing into mine, when I interrupted the moment.
                   “First time?” I asked. “Are you saying I’ll – we’ll burst again?”
                   “Indeed,” she purred as her fingers unfastened something that let her peel the pigskin from my shoulders. “Even the thinnest tree trunk frays and thickens as it turns into bark.
                   “And you mentioned other nymphs,” I continued as she worked the form-fitting fabric down my chest. “Did they tell you they captured an orc-woman with giant… breasts…?”
                   At the mention of breasts, my own popped free. I stared stupidly at the fleshy orbs, awestruck by their size and girth. True, I saw them clothed every day – felt them – but I had subconsciously considered their cumbersome bulk as an extension of my pigskin, but now… now as I felt them drop heavily against my skin and the nipples shake with every rattled breath, I was forced to come to terms with how fat they’d become. Goosebumps began to riddle their smooth surfaces and I shivered in spite of the tropic heat. They were huge! Huge enough for each to be held by two hands instead of one! The ‘drow-cow’ slur Gnobbo had teased me with echoed in my mind…
                   “Do not fret over the fate of others,” Honeybun slipped my arms free and began to pull my stomach free. “Not when your own fate is at hand.”
                   “And what exactly is my fate?”
                   Honeybun stared into my eyes with her hands primed to pull the pigskin from my torso. “Observe.”
                   With a determined yank, my belly was freed. I gasped with a mix of relief and horror – relief that I could breathe again and horror at the sight of what had become of my belly. It was bigger than I thought; flesh that had been contained within the pigskin now bulged rounder than ever. It was like a massive plum just round enough to be cradled from beneath like a pregnancy beginning to show, or patted from above like the overstuffed gut it was.
                   Honeybun, however, seemed ready to do something else entirely. She’d stopped peeling my body out of the pigskin, which was now bunched at my hips and effectively propping my belly bulge, and had now retrieved the bottle.
                   “Drink, Zaiva,” she brought the bottle closer to my lips. “Drink till I stop pouring it down your throat.”
                   “More drinking?” I tried desperately to stall for time. “Isn’t it your turn to chug?”
                   “You jest, drow. One would think you were enjoying yourself.”
                   “Oh, not at all; I’ve never been so painfully-stuffed in my life. Can’t take any more. Not… not at all…”
                   My words trailed-off as I heard something faint. What exactly? My sharp, elven ears flicked instinctively. It was faint – faint enough that Honeybun’s rounded, human-like ears probably couldn’t hear – but my ears bent and twisted to find the source: just beneath the pillows behind me, a faint moan of barely-contained pleasure…
                   It was Gnobbo! Vul take her soul! What in hells was she doing back there? I had no time to react with Honeybun edging closer against me.
                   “You’d be wise to drink,” she tapped the bottle with a long fingernail. “This… is maternity potion. It’s used by expectant mothers to make their skin stretch and ease the stresses of… are you listening? Why are you making that noise?”
                   Damn! She could hear Gnobbo! But she thought it was me making noises, thank Vul!
                   “Just my stomach,” I slapped my belly loudly to disguise Gnobbo’s scurrying. “Indigestion.”
                   “Enough of this. Drink!”
                   Honeybun shoved the bottle into my mouth and tipped it high. Guzzling potion wasn’t what I wanted, but I made the most of it, sputtering and glugging as best I could to maximize the noise. To my captor, I probably looked resistant, but it was all a part of my deception. When she finally pulled the half-emptied bottle from me, the moaning had stopped. I even felt a little better.
                   “The inside of your belly is coated in maternity potion. Now for the outside…”
                   Honeybun poured the rest of the contents upon my belly and began to rub every square inch of its surface. It was slow, passionate work and she put her whole body into the effort, never looking away from my stuffed gut. So engrossed was the nymph in her work that she didn’t notice the little hand reaching-out from beneath the pillows.
                   I couldn’t believe my eyes! What in hells was Gnobbo doing? Here I was literally covering her ass and here she was sabotaging herself by waving her hand around with quivering fingers… and then I saw the pigskin on her forearm. It was white. By all the gods… now I could hear the subtle rips and tears as her pigskin reformed itself over her body. Gnobbo was bursting – the useless pest was actually bursting! Why? Why now of all times? It didn’t matter. I had to hide her at all costs.
                   I slapped at the hand to make it retract back out of sight.
                   Honeybun glanced up at me. “What was that?”
                   I replied with a slap of my hand against one of my bare tits. “Getting an itch. Haven’t bathed properly for far too long.”
                   “No matter. The maternity potion’s in your skin now; you might have noticed the pressure has eased on your middle. We can proceed.”
                   By now, Gnobbo was squirming somewhere under my rump and making me squirm. Gods and goddesses above! What was her scheme now? She was burrowing her way under me! I did my best to disguise her squirming with my own.
                   “Feels loose,” I grunted as I felt Gnobbo headbutt my ass. “All sloshing and wobbling like my stomach turned into a winesack.”
                   “An apt analogy,” Honeybun loomed close. “Time to fill that winesack to the brim.”
                   Her huge breast squashed into my face, the nipple found its way to my mouth, and I finally began to suckle again – and gladly, for it gave me an excuse to keep squirming. The ruse seemed to be working, for the nymph seemed to think I was doing so out of pleasure.
                   Pleasure, however, was not what I was feeling. It was bad enough that I’d been stuffed to my limit; now the maternity potion was taking me even further beyond it! Mouthful after hot mouthful flowed down my throat into the steadily-swelling orb that was my belly. I could feel it stretching now, the skin loosening as it expanded in all directions. It was beginning to rub harshly against the nymph’s now. To add humiliation to my misery, Gnobbo was still crawling her way under me! I could feel her making her way between my legs now, and realized with a start that she was burrowing her way to freedom!
                   Freedom! Yes! I sputtered quietly as I smiled to myself. Even in this moment, the little mutt was as slick as ever! Just a bit further and she’d be able to emerge from the blankets and leap to safety – but one false step and she’d touch Honeybun’s leg. I had prevent that…
                   “Ooh!” Honeybun ripped free of me with a frightened start. “Wuzzat? Who dat?” her accent was back.
                   I was horrified. Gnobbo had sprung against her calf onto the balcony! If Honeybun turned the wrong way, we’d be caught!
                   I did the only thing I could: I snatched Honeybun by the arms and shoved my face back against her breast. I even bit a little – just enough for her to gasp loudly enough for Gnobbo to make one final leap to escape.
                   I couldn’t see past the nymph’s breast, so I didn’t know if Gnobbo had escaped, but I felt a hand wrap around the back of my head and run through my hair.
                   “You feisty thing,” said Honeybun without an accent. “Seems you’ve developed a taste for nymph nectar. Soon you’ll understand the meaning of your paid debt.”
                   Foreboding words. I had no intention of learning what she meant by them, but I was still stuck suckling away as I grew ever fuller. My only hope was that when this was over, Gnobbo would keep her word.
                   Vul grant me strength.
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    Chapter Fifty-Three
                   Honeybun sprang away from me to the balcony to catch a glimpse of the creature that had peeked over its edge, but judging from her fretful demeanour, the creature had fled out of sight.
                   “How’s someone climb my tree like dat?” Honeybun muttered with an accent she hadn’t used before. She seemed to realise her mistake because her accent was gone when she turned to point at me. “Do not try to leave, Zaiva. You still owe me for the honey you spilled. I shall return… shortly…”
                   A dull snap like a modestly-thick twig cracking echoed from the far end of the wide tree canopy. It was this sound that Honeybun floated off to investigate – no doubt suspecting the creature was near. I was now alone, left to wallow amongst the pillows with the fullest belly I’d ever had.
                   Or so I thought.
                   “Nyeh heh heh,” a squeaky voice tittered from the rafters. “Looks like you’re finally learning to finish your food.”
                   I glanced upwards and found a tiny, green face grinning from a wooden beam straight above me.
                   “Gnobbo,” I somehow managed to belch without opening my mouth. “What are you doing here?”
                   “The girls worry about you,” Gnobbo adjusted herself against the beam so she could cup her face into her hands. “We followed you all the way here, but… let’s just say they were too fat to finish the journey.”
                   “And how exactly do you keep doing that?”
                   “What? Staying fit as a fairy?”
                   “No… urp… that damned thing you do popping out of random corners…”
                   “We gnomes have our ways, my dear, bloated drow. I go where I please.”
                   “Hah… urp… bold words from a half-gnome midget,” a huge belch escaped my lips and I groaned as I lay a hand on my taut belly. “So you came to rescue me? That might prove difficult…”
                   “Ah, that’s what they think!” Gnobbo tittered. “But goblin blood flows thick as gnome blood in my veins – and we goblins are the queens of mischief!”
                   “Don’t…”
                   Gnobbo pounced into the pile of pillows like a cursed black cat and proceeded to prowl gleefully about my sprawled, engorged body.
                   “Ooh, how the mighty have fallen!” she rubbed her hands. “You came into my life a muscled meanie, all rippling with muscle, but now… now you’re beginning to jiggle more than ripple.”
                   “Gnobbo, this isn’t the time,” I snarled, but was too stuffed to even sit upright – and Gnobbo knew it.
                   “Look at those big, juicy thighs!” Gnobbo straddled one and bounced atop its girth like a miniature rogue on horseback. “It’s almost too thick for me to ride! You’ll be spreading over the edges of stools for sure!”
                   “Shouldn’t you be figuring-out how to help me?”
                   “Why? You never helped me – and besides, I’m having way too much fun teasing you. Just look at yourself! Look at that gut!” she proceeded to crawl upwards so she could pat and slap my distended gut.
                   “No…” I winced. “No, don’t touch that – bre-e-a-a-p!”
                   “You can’t help yourself, can you? A slim, slender drow living on cavefish and mushrooms is suddenly suckling from tropical nymph teats and proceeds to swell!”
                   I opened my mouth to snap back at her, but another belch forced its way out. The smug, devilish look on her face was infuriating.
                   “The wild boar becomes a pink pig, feeding and fattening by the day – that’s you, Deep Purple! You’re the pig! A big, purple pig with a rounded gut and rounder breasts – unless… yes! Better yet, you are a cow. A big, stupid drow-cow with titties so big they’re bigger than my head! I can almost wedge myself between – eep!”
                   “Got you,” I grapped at her little paw before she could snatch it away. The endless bouts of belching had eased the pressure within me just enough for me to snatch the mutt and lift her to my face – though I was grunting with every shift and adjustment. “What’s that you were saying about ‘drow-cows?’”
                   “Nnh…” she squirmed. “Unhand me! Release me you big, bovine buffoon! The Valley of the Gnomes shall avenge me!”
                   “Not if I toss you off the balcony,” I replied calmly.
                   “N-no, no wait! I can help you out!”
                   “A little late for that… and how would rescue me? Carry me down the trunk on your back?”
                   “Not that… but I can sneak you into the Villa.”
                   I raised an eyebrow. “Truly?”
                   Now Gnobbo relaxed and began to grin again. She knew I’d been baited. “You like that, don’t you? I know you hate growing fat as much as I do… how ‘bout we team-up, hm?”
                   “A mere bluff – you’d have already entered the Villa if you could.”
                   “I stayed in the Starter Resort as long as I could, didn’t I? I have my reasons for sticking around. As you can see, I was expelled – my pigskin never burst – yet here I am. Release me and we will escape this cursed island together!”
                   Deal or not, we had to escape the treehouse first – and I was about to say so when I spotted Honeybun bobbing her way through the branches back to us.
                   “Hide,” I hissed.
                   I barely had time to toss Gnobbo under the blankets behind me when Honeybun returned with a subtle creak of the floorboards.
                   “Whatever that thing was, it’s gone,” Honeybun said as she approached.
                   “Must’ve outrun you,” I adjusted myself to sit more directly atop the lump in the blankets that was Gnobbo. “Pity. Hopefully it doesn’t… weigh heavily on you.”
                   “What? No matter. I have something to help you repay your debt.”
                   Now that Honeybun was standing over me, I could see the small, glass bottle in her hand. My heart began to pound – more potions and magic! Nothing good came of it.
                   My fears were confirmed by Honeybun’s next command.
                   “Let’s begin,” she uncorked the bottle. “Take off those clothes.”
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    Chapter Fifty-Two
                   The path the nymph took me through was long and arduous. With tangling vines and branches to my left and right, it was a route no normal being would take, but this nymph was no normal being. She floated weightlessly through the treetops overhead, the orbs of her mighty horselike rump brushing leaves and branches aside as the hive swirled around it like ribbons around a suspended dancer.
    I followed just below, eyes glued to her the whole journey. Never before had I seen a woman so broad yet so graceful, so thick yet so slim, and so enticingly beautiful and yet so mysterious and dangerous. Such contradictions vexed me. The initial dread I’d felt at first sight of herwas being corrupted with… something else. just what were these thoughts frothing from the depths of my subconscious? Awe? Fear? Jealousy? Only one emotion was clear: anticipation. Whatever plans the nymph had for me, I eagerly awaited their revelation.
                   The sun was only beginning its slow descent towards the horizon when we finally emerged into a secluded grove. Perhaps “grove” was the wrong word for such a place, for it wasn’t open to the sky like a true grove, but rather it was a more open part of the jungle. A mighty tree with a trunk wide as a city gate towered high above its kin, its canopy so high the sunlight shimmering in its highest leaves twinkled like stars. This gigantic tree shielded a broad expanse of tall grass, blooming flowers, and a multitude of pollinating insects. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it – there were carpets of flowers in colours the likes of which I’d never seen! The fear in me was nearly forgotten – until the nymph spread a hand out and dismissed the hive still swirling around her.
    “Go forth, darlings,” the nymph spoke softly. “You’re home now.”
    The sound of her voice returned me to my senses. I stiffened and reminded myself of my perilous situation. This was no ordinary grove; it was a nymph’s lair and the epicentre of her power and soul. Strong, earthly magic coursed unseen through this place like blood in a beating heart. I had to tread carefully.
    I was about to speak when she turned and faced me, still floating so her eyes were level with mine.
    “You are wondering about my name,” her full, thick lips seemed to glide with every vowel. “But first you must tell me yours, drow.”
    “Zaiva,” the sound of my voice surprised me, such was the condition of my nerves.
    “Zaiva,” her eyes traced the full breadth of my body as if she were learning what a “Zaiva” was. “Such a short name for a tall woman. You can call me ‘Honeybun.’ Tell me… Zaiva… why you would destroy the home of my hive? Was it hunger? Why poach my honey when its freely given?”
    “Given?”
    Her bright eyes flared as if she took my query as a challenge. “Don’t feign foolishness with me, purple one. You have been given honey aplenty – and much food besides. You have been given homes and hammocks, enough for four dozen of your kind, and yet you still desecrate my hive like a common beast.”
    A sudden realization had me speaking again in spite of the danger. “So it was you who built the tree-houses. The nymphs…”
    Honeybun seized me by the waist and wrapped herself tight against me, so tight that her massive breasts squashed against mine. She was so close I could feel her heart pumping from deep within, yet I didn’t resist. The fire in her eyes was bright, but not blazing. I was still safe – and I wanted answers.
    “Do not try to change the subject. Yes, Zaiva, the dwellings are kept by me and my kin. We nymphs are the guardians of this island – and you have harmed a hive under my protection – and now you must redeem yourself.”
    Honeybun’s explanations only raised more questions. Where was this food she claimed to stash for us? Why build shelters only to abandon them – and what kind of nymph built anything? Nymphs considered dwellings as a trespass on nature, after all. It made no sense! But all my questions faded away when Honeybun began to rise – and carry me with her!
    “What in hells…?” I glanced down at the grove below as we rose ever higher. My heart was pounding and my knees shook with nerves, for I could no longer strike the nymph else I fall to my death – even running away was impossible. I had no choice but to hold tight to her body and wait.
    Honeybun stared stolidly upwards as she rose into the mighty tree canopy. If she even noticed my discomfort, she didn’t care. The grove was far below us now, and still we had not reached the treetop. Such a massive tree could only grow so large with the help of nymphs’ magic. It was only as we began to clear the lowest branches that I saw our destination: yet another treehouse cradled betwixt three thick branches stemming from the top of the trunk. Like the other houses, this one was generously-spacious. Unlike the other houses, this one sat alone and there were no rope bridges or ladders to be seen. I was trapped!
    Honeybun landed softly within the bounds of a wooden balcony and released me.
    “Come with me,” her wide hips swayed as she stepped into the house. “It is time for you to pay for your transgression.”
    I did so – and felt as confused as ever. Inside was a single room filled with piles of pillows and blankets. Vibrant, colourful patterns adorned the intricately-woven fabric, each as unique as it was complex. I gazed upon it all and wondered at the sight of it. This was no normal nymph nest. Nymphs did not use blankets and pillows, much less make them. “Honeybun” was not who she seemed. Who was she and why the deception?
    “Sit back upon the pillows and await my command,” Honeybun pointed me to the pile of pillows laid in the middle of the room like a pile of eggs. I obeyed and found them to be soft and clean – almost new.
    With my back propped by the pillows, Honeybun stood before me in a wide stance with her hands on her ample hips.
    “You wasted a full hive’s harvest,” she said with a thrum of her fingers. “It’s honey had been meant for you, but now it is dripping uselessly onto the beach. Now… I must feed you some other way…”
    “You seem eager enough to feed words into my ears,” I replied. “The only food you left in our dwellings was an empty table with a rhyming inscription.”
    “You dare speak? Your mouth is filled with slander – I shall replace it with nourishment.”
    I hardly had a chance to reply when she eased herself onto me and pressed her enormous breasts – each bigger than my head – against either side of my neck just below my chin.
    “Drink, Zaiva,” her voice was low and sultry. “Drink.”
    I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “Drink? You mean…?”
    My thoughts, doubts and words were promptly smothered by the buxom nymph lifting a mighty breast to my face and pressing forward. Such was its size and softness that it covered my nose and eyes like a warm waterskin – but it was not hot water I found beading from the nipple that had squeezed past my lips. It wasn’t even milk! No… it was something else. Something hot and strangely sweet.
    “That’s it,” I felt her hand on the back of my head. “Ease yourself back and let it trickle down your throat. You’re mine until you sup the last drop.”
    What kind of punishment was this? If I had a “debt” to repay her for spilling honey, why was she giving me more? Such questions remained unanswered. The nipple in my mouth was beginning to lightly spray all over the inside of my mouth, and with her breast pressed so tightly against me, I had no choice but to swallow again… and again…
    Gulp by muffled gulp, the nymph’s mysteriously-sweet nectar flowed its way into my body. Such was its unnatural heat that I could feel it sliding down my throat and sitting in my belly like vodka. A full day of sampling fruits and binging on a jackfruit was already testing the limits of my stomach. Now it was stretching further still. I could feel it bumping against Honeybun’s equally-soft belly, swelling-up and growing warmer from the contents within.
    “You’ll need to feed a lot more if you wish to overflow the cups, little stuffer,” Honeybun whispered. “Your gut hasn’t even begun to hang – that is why you must drink to the last drop.”
    I’d thought I was being punished? Perhaps I was – I didn’t know how much more I could take! She was nursing me like a newborn calf when I was already full!
    Time seemed to stall as I engorged with mysterious nymph nectar. I began to fear there was no end to it, but at last – at long last – the nectar’s flow began to sputter. Honeybun finally leaned back from me, still straddling me by the hips to prevent my escape – not that I could. Disregarding the dizzying height of the house, my stomach was too stuffed for me to move. Already soft and pudgy, the lower belly-pooch was now paired with a distinct upper belly-bulge. Honeybun looked down upon this bulge and smiled, no doubt proud of what she’d done to me. I, however, could naught but belch and then belch again. Damn her!
    “Good girl,” she patted my middle. “You’re halfway to paying your debt.”
    “Half – urp – halfway?” I was starting to sweat. “Care to… renegotiate the payment plan?”
    “Hush. You can’t leave until you’ve drained me dry. Now… sit back… and prepare yourself to… what is that?”
    I struggled to follow her gaze, but all I managed to glimpse were a pair of pointed ears poking-out from behind the balcony that vanished with hurried scurrying of little feet.
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    Chapter Fifty-Four
                   Remove my clothes? Her words chilled me to the bone. Aniya had mentioned she wanted to do so at the lake, but events prevented us from acting on that urge. Now I was faced with the prospect of baring my flesh again and for the first time in my life, I was hesitant. All my life, my muscles were like armour stretched across my frame and shining with well-earned sweat. Now… now that armour was gone and I hardly dared imagine what had replaced it.
                   “My clothes…” I replied at last. “I’ve never… ah… I don’t know how…”
                   Such a stupid reply! What was coming over me? There was no chance such an excuse would work! And yet… it almost did. At least, it didn’t seem to anger my matronly captor. In fact, she cracked a bemused smile.
                   “Other nymphs warned me of this,” she gently lay the bottle beside her golden thigh. “Quite a few of your kind don’t know they can remove the ‘pigskins’ when they burst for the first time. They showed me how…”
                   She was leaning closer to me, her hands reaching for the back of my neck and her breasts squashing into mine, when I interrupted the moment.
                   “First time?” I asked. “Are you saying I’ll – we’ll burst again?”
                   “Indeed,” she purred as her fingers unfastened something that let her peel the pigskin from my shoulders. “Even the thinnest tree trunk frays and thickens as it turns into bark.
                   “And you mentioned other nymphs,” I continued as she worked the form-fitting fabric down my chest. “Did they tell you they captured an orc-woman with giant… breasts…?”
                   At the mention of breasts, my own popped free. I stared stupidly at the fleshy orbs, awestruck by their size and girth. True, I saw them clothed every day – felt them – but I had subconsciously considered their cumbersome bulk as an extension of my pigskin, but now… now as I felt them drop heavily against my skin and the nipples shake with every rattled breath, I was forced to come to terms with how fat they’d become. Goosebumps began to riddle their smooth surfaces and I shivered in spite of the tropic heat. They were huge! Huge enough for each to be held by two hands instead of one! The ‘drow-cow’ slur Gnobbo had teased me with echoed in my mind…
                   “Do not fret over the fate of others,” Honeybun slipped my arms free and began to pull my stomach free. “Not when your own fate is at hand.”
                   “And what exactly is my fate?”
                   Honeybun stared into my eyes with her hands primed to pull the pigskin from my torso. “Observe.”
                   With a determined yank, my belly was freed. I gasped with a mix of relief and horror – relief that I could breathe again and horror at the sight of what had become of my belly. It was bigger than I thought; flesh that had been contained within the pigskin now bulged rounder than ever. It was like a massive plum just round enough to be cradled from beneath like a pregnancy beginning to show, or patted from above like the overstuffed gut it was.
                   Honeybun, however, seemed ready to do something else entirely. She’d stopped peeling my body out of the pigskin, which was now bunched at my hips and effectively propping my belly bulge, and had now retrieved the bottle.
                   “Drink, Zaiva,” she brought the bottle closer to my lips. “Drink till I stop pouring it down your throat.”
                   “More drinking?” I tried desperately to stall for time. “Isn’t it your turn to chug?”
                   “You jest, drow. One would think you were enjoying yourself.”
                   “Oh, not at all; I’ve never been so painfully-stuffed in my life. Can’t take any more. Not… not at all…”
                   My words trailed-off as I heard something faint. What exactly? My sharp, elven ears flicked instinctively. It was faint – faint enough that Honeybun’s rounded, human-like ears probably couldn’t hear – but my ears bent and twisted to find the source: just beneath the pillows behind me, a faint moan of barely-contained pleasure…
                   It was Gnobbo! Vul take her soul! What in hells was she doing back there? I had no time to react with Honeybun edging closer against me.
                   “You’d be wise to drink,” she tapped the bottle with a long fingernail. “This… is maternity potion. It’s used by expectant mothers to make their skin stretch and ease the stresses of… are you listening? Why are you making that noise?”
                   Damn! She could hear Gnobbo! But she thought it was me making noises, thank Vul!
                   “Just my stomach,” I slapped my belly loudly to disguise Gnobbo’s scurrying. “Indigestion.”
                   “Enough of this. Drink!”
                   Honeybun shoved the bottle into my mouth and tipped it high. Guzzling potion wasn’t what I wanted, but I made the most of it, sputtering and glugging as best I could to maximize the noise. To my captor, I probably looked resistant, but it was all a part of my deception. When she finally pulled the half-emptied bottle from me, the moaning had stopped. I even felt a little better.
                   “The inside of your belly is coated in maternity potion. Now for the outside…”
                   Honeybun poured the rest of the contents upon my belly and began to rub every square inch of its surface. It was slow, passionate work and she put her whole body into the effort, never looking away from my stuffed gut. So engrossed was the nymph in her work that she didn’t notice the little hand reaching-out from beneath the pillows.
                   I couldn’t believe my eyes! What in hells was Gnobbo doing? Here I was literally covering her ass and here she was sabotaging herself by waving her hand around with quivering fingers… and then I saw the pigskin on her forearm. It was white. By all the gods… now I could hear the subtle rips and tears as her pigskin reformed itself over her body. Gnobbo was bursting – the useless pest was actually bursting! Why? Why now of all times? It didn’t matter. I had to hide her at all costs.
                   I slapped at the hand to make it retract back out of sight.
                   Honeybun glanced up at me. “What was that?”
                   I replied with a slap of my hand against one of my bare tits. “Getting an itch. Haven’t bathed properly for far too long.”
                   “No matter. The maternity potion’s in your skin now; you might have noticed the pressure has eased on your middle. We can proceed.”
                   By now, Gnobbo was squirming somewhere under my rump and making me squirm. Gods and goddesses above! What was her scheme now? She was burrowing her way under me! I did my best to disguise her squirming with my own.
                   “Feels loose,” I grunted as I felt Gnobbo headbutt my ass. “All sloshing and wobbling like my stomach turned into a winesack.”
                   “An apt analogy,” Honeybun loomed close. “Time to fill that winesack to the brim.”
                   Her huge breast squashed into my face, the nipple found its way to my mouth, and I finally began to suckle again – and gladly, for it gave me an excuse to keep squirming. The ruse seemed to be working, for the nymph seemed to think I was doing so out of pleasure.
                   Pleasure, however, was not what I was feeling. It was bad enough that I’d been stuffed to my limit; now the maternity potion was taking me even further beyond it! Mouthful after hot mouthful flowed down my throat into the steadily-swelling orb that was my belly. I could feel it stretching now, the skin loosening as it expanded in all directions. It was beginning to rub harshly against the nymph’s now. To add humiliation to my misery, Gnobbo was still crawling her way under me! I could feel her making her way between my legs now, and realized with a start that she was burrowing her way to freedom!
                   Freedom! Yes! I sputtered quietly as I smiled to myself. Even in this moment, the little mutt was as slick as ever! Just a bit further and she’d be able to emerge from the blankets and leap to safety – but one false step and she’d touch Honeybun’s leg. I had prevent that…
                   “Ooh!” Honeybun ripped free of me with a frightened start. “Wuzzat? Who dat?” her accent was back.
                   I was horrified. Gnobbo had sprung against her calf onto the balcony! If Honeybun turned the wrong way, we’d be caught!
                   I did the only thing I could: I snatched Honeybun by the arms and shoved my face back against her breast. I even bit a little – just enough for her to gasp loudly enough for Gnobbo to make one final leap to escape.
                   I couldn’t see past the nymph’s breast, so I didn’t know if Gnobbo had escaped, but I felt a hand wrap around the back of my head and run through my hair.
                   “You feisty thing,” said Honeybun without an accent. “Seems you’ve developed a taste for nymph nectar. Soon you’ll understand the meaning of your paid debt.”
                   Foreboding words. I had no intention of learning what she meant by them, but I was still stuck suckling away as I grew ever fuller. My only hope was that when this was over, Gnobbo would keep her word.
                   Vul grant me strength.
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    Chapter Fifty-Four
                   Remove my clothes? Her words chilled me to the bone. Aniya had mentioned she wanted to do so at the lake, but events prevented us from acting on that urge. Now I was faced with the prospect of baring my flesh again and for the first time in my life, I was hesitant. All my life, my muscles were like armour stretched across my frame and shining with well-earned sweat. Now… now that armour was gone and I hardly dared imagine what had replaced it.
                   “My clothes…” I replied at last. “I’ve never… ah… I don’t know how…”
                   Such a stupid reply! What was coming over me? There was no chance such an excuse would work! And yet… it almost did. At least, it didn’t seem to anger my matronly captor. In fact, she cracked a bemused smile.
                   “Other nymphs warned me of this,” she gently lay the bottle beside her golden thigh. “Quite a few of your kind don’t know they can remove the ‘pigskins’ when they burst for the first time. They showed me how…”
                   She was leaning closer to me, her hands reaching for the back of my neck and her breasts squashing into mine, when I interrupted the moment.
                   “First time?” I asked. “Are you saying I’ll – we’ll burst again?”
                   “Indeed,” she purred as her fingers unfastened something that let her peel the pigskin from my shoulders. “Even the thinnest tree trunk frays and thickens as it turns into bark.
                   “And you mentioned other nymphs,” I continued as she worked the form-fitting fabric down my chest. “Did they tell you they captured an orc-woman with giant… breasts…?”
                   At the mention of breasts, my own popped free. I stared stupidly at the fleshy orbs, awestruck by their size and girth. True, I saw them clothed every day – felt them – but I had subconsciously considered their cumbersome bulk as an extension of my pigskin, but now… now as I felt them drop heavily against my skin and the nipples shake with every rattled breath, I was forced to come to terms with how fat they’d become. Goosebumps began to riddle their smooth surfaces and I shivered in spite of the tropic heat. They were huge! Huge enough for each to be held by two hands instead of one! The ‘drow-cow’ slur Gnobbo had teased me with echoed in my mind…
                   “Do not fret over the fate of others,” Honeybun slipped my arms free and began to pull my stomach free. “Not when your own fate is at hand.”
                   “And what exactly is my fate?”
                   Honeybun stared into my eyes with her hands primed to pull the pigskin from my torso. “Observe.”
                   With a determined yank, my belly was freed. I gasped with a mix of relief and horror – relief that I could breathe again and horror at the sight of what had become of my belly. It was bigger than I thought; flesh that had been contained within the pigskin now bulged rounder than ever. It was like a massive plum just round enough to be cradled from beneath like a pregnancy beginning to show, or patted from above like the overstuffed gut it was.
                   Honeybun, however, seemed ready to do something else entirely. She’d stopped peeling my body out of the pigskin, which was now bunched at my hips and effectively propping my belly bulge, and had now retrieved the bottle.
                   “Drink, Zaiva,” she brought the bottle closer to my lips. “Drink till I stop pouring it down your throat.”
                   “More drinking?” I tried desperately to stall for time. “Isn’t it your turn to chug?”
                   “You jest, drow. One would think you were enjoying yourself.”
                   “Oh, not at all; I’ve never been so painfully-stuffed in my life. Can’t take any more. Not… not at all…”
                   My words trailed-off as I heard something faint. What exactly? My sharp, elven ears flicked instinctively. It was faint – faint enough that Honeybun’s rounded, human-like ears probably couldn’t hear – but my ears bent and twisted to find the source: just beneath the pillows behind me, a faint moan of barely-contained pleasure…
                   It was Gnobbo! Vul take her soul! What in hells was she doing back there? I had no time to react with Honeybun edging closer against me.
                   “You’d be wise to drink,” she tapped the bottle with a long fingernail. “This… is maternity potion. It’s used by expectant mothers to make their skin stretch and ease the stresses of… are you listening? Why are you making that noise?”
                   Damn! She could hear Gnobbo! But she thought it was me making noises, thank Vul!
                   “Just my stomach,” I slapped my belly loudly to disguise Gnobbo’s scurrying. “Indigestion.”
                   “Enough of this. Drink!”
                   Honeybun shoved the bottle into my mouth and tipped it high. Guzzling potion wasn’t what I wanted, but I made the most of it, sputtering and glugging as best I could to maximize the noise. To my captor, I probably looked resistant, but it was all a part of my deception. When she finally pulled the half-emptied bottle from me, the moaning had stopped. I even felt a little better.
                   “The inside of your belly is coated in maternity potion. Now for the outside…”
                   Honeybun poured the rest of the contents upon my belly and began to rub every square inch of its surface. It was slow, passionate work and she put her whole body into the effort, never looking away from my stuffed gut. So engrossed was the nymph in her work that she didn’t notice the little hand reaching-out from beneath the pillows.
                   I couldn’t believe my eyes! What in hells was Gnobbo doing? Here I was literally covering her ass and here she was sabotaging herself by waving her hand around with quivering fingers… and then I saw the pigskin on her forearm. It was white. By all the gods… now I could hear the subtle rips and tears as her pigskin reformed itself over her body. Gnobbo was bursting – the useless pest was actually bursting! Why? Why now of all times? It didn’t matter. I had to hide her at all costs.
                   I slapped at the hand to make it retract back out of sight.
                   Honeybun glanced up at me. “What was that?”
                   I replied with a slap of my hand against one of my bare tits. “Getting an itch. Haven’t bathed properly for far too long.”
                   “No matter. The maternity potion’s in your skin now; you might have noticed the pressure has eased on your middle. We can proceed.”
                   By now, Gnobbo was squirming somewhere under my rump and making me squirm. Gods and goddesses above! What was her scheme now? She was burrowing her way under me! I did my best to disguise her squirming with my own.
                   “Feels loose,” I grunted as I felt Gnobbo headbutt my ass. “All sloshing and wobbling like my stomach turned into a winesack.”
                   “An apt analogy,” Honeybun loomed close. “Time to fill that winesack to the brim.”
                   Her huge breast squashed into my face, the nipple found its way to my mouth, and I finally began to suckle again – and gladly, for it gave me an excuse to keep squirming. The ruse seemed to be working, for the nymph seemed to think I was doing so out of pleasure.
                   Pleasure, however, was not what I was feeling. It was bad enough that I’d been stuffed to my limit; now the maternity potion was taking me even further beyond it! Mouthful after hot mouthful flowed down my throat into the steadily-swelling orb that was my belly. I could feel it stretching now, the skin loosening as it expanded in all directions. It was beginning to rub harshly against the nymph’s now. To add humiliation to my misery, Gnobbo was still crawling her way under me! I could feel her making her way between my legs now, and realized with a start that she was burrowing her way to freedom!
                   Freedom! Yes! I sputtered quietly as I smiled to myself. Even in this moment, the little mutt was as slick as ever! Just a bit further and she’d be able to emerge from the blankets and leap to safety – but one false step and she’d touch Honeybun’s leg. I had prevent that…
                   “Ooh!” Honeybun ripped free of me with a frightened start. “Wuzzat? Who dat?” her accent was back.
                   I was horrified. Gnobbo had sprung against her calf onto the balcony! If Honeybun turned the wrong way, we’d be caught!
                   I did the only thing I could: I snatched Honeybun by the arms and shoved my face back against her breast. I even bit a little – just enough for her to gasp loudly enough for Gnobbo to make one final leap to escape.
                   I couldn’t see past the nymph’s breast, so I didn’t know if Gnobbo had escaped, but I felt a hand wrap around the back of my head and run through my hair.
                   “You feisty thing,” said Honeybun without an accent. “Seems you’ve developed a taste for nymph nectar. Soon you’ll understand the meaning of your paid debt.”
                   Foreboding words. I had no intention of learning what she meant by them, but I was still stuck suckling away as I grew ever fuller. My only hope was that when this was over, Gnobbo would keep her word.
                   Vul grant me strength.
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    Chapter Fifty-Three
                   Honeybun sprang away from me to the balcony to catch a glimpse of the creature that had peeked over its edge, but judging from her fretful demeanour, the creature had fled out of sight.
                   “How’s someone climb my tree like dat?” Honeybun muttered with an accent she hadn’t used before. She seemed to realise her mistake because her accent was gone when she turned to point at me. “Do not try to leave, Zaiva. You still owe me for the honey you spilled. I shall return… shortly…”
                   A dull snap like a modestly-thick twig cracking echoed from the far end of the wide tree canopy. It was this sound that Honeybun floated off to investigate – no doubt suspecting the creature was near. I was now alone, left to wallow amongst the pillows with the fullest belly I’d ever had.
                   Or so I thought.
                   “Nyeh heh heh,” a squeaky voice tittered from the rafters. “Looks like you’re finally learning to finish your food.”
                   I glanced upwards and found a tiny, green face grinning from a wooden beam straight above me.
                   “Gnobbo,” I somehow managed to belch without opening my mouth. “What are you doing here?”
                   “The girls worry about you,” Gnobbo adjusted herself against the beam so she could cup her face into her hands. “We followed you all the way here, but… let’s just say they were too fat to finish the journey.”
                   “And how exactly do you keep doing that?”
                   “What? Staying fit as a fairy?”
                   “No… urp… that damned thing you do popping out of random corners…”
                   “We gnomes have our ways, my dear, bloated drow. I go where I please.”
                   “Hah… urp… bold words from a half-gnome midget,” a huge belch escaped my lips and I groaned as I lay a hand on my taut belly. “So you came to rescue me? That might prove difficult…”
                   “Ah, that’s what they think!” Gnobbo tittered. “But goblin blood flows thick as gnome blood in my veins – and we goblins are the queens of mischief!”
                   “Don’t…”
                   Gnobbo pounced into the pile of pillows like a cursed black cat and proceeded to prowl gleefully about my sprawled, engorged body.
                   “Ooh, how the mighty have fallen!” she rubbed her hands. “You came into my life a muscled meanie, all rippling with muscle, but now… now you’re beginning to jiggle more than ripple.”
                   “Gnobbo, this isn’t the time,” I snarled, but was too stuffed to even sit upright – and Gnobbo knew it.
                   “Look at those big, juicy thighs!” Gnobbo straddled one and bounced atop its girth like a miniature rogue on horseback. “It’s almost too thick for me to ride! You’ll be spreading over the edges of stools for sure!”
                   “Shouldn’t you be figuring-out how to help me?”
                   “Why? You never helped me – and besides, I’m having way too much fun teasing you. Just look at yourself! Look at that gut!” she proceeded to crawl upwards so she could pat and slap my distended gut.
                   “No…” I winced. “No, don’t touch that – bre-e-a-a-p!”
                   “You can’t help yourself, can you? A slim, slender drow living on cavefish and mushrooms is suddenly suckling from tropical nymph teats and proceeds to swell!”
                   I opened my mouth to snap back at her, but another belch forced its way out. The smug, devilish look on her face was infuriating.
                   “The wild boar becomes a pink pig, feeding and fattening by the day – that’s you, Deep Purple! You’re the pig! A big, purple pig with a rounded gut and rounder breasts – unless… yes! Better yet, you are a cow. A big, stupid drow-cow with titties so big they’re bigger than my head! I can almost wedge myself between – eep!”
                   “Got you,” I grapped at her little paw before she could snatch it away. The endless bouts of belching had eased the pressure within me just enough for me to snatch the mutt and lift her to my face – though I was grunting with every shift and adjustment. “What’s that you were saying about ‘drow-cows?’”
                   “Nnh…” she squirmed. “Unhand me! Release me you big, bovine buffoon! The Valley of the Gnomes shall avenge me!”
                   “Not if I toss you off the balcony,” I replied calmly.
                   “N-no, no wait! I can help you out!”
                   “A little late for that… and how would rescue me? Carry me down the trunk on your back?”
                   “Not that… but I can sneak you into the Villa.”
                   I raised an eyebrow. “Truly?”
                   Now Gnobbo relaxed and began to grin again. She knew I’d been baited. “You like that, don’t you? I know you hate growing fat as much as I do… how ‘bout we team-up, hm?”
                   “A mere bluff – you’d have already entered the Villa if you could.”
                   “I stayed in the Starter Resort as long as I could, didn’t I? I have my reasons for sticking around. As you can see, I was expelled – my pigskin never burst – yet here I am. Release me and we will escape this cursed island together!”
                   Deal or not, we had to escape the treehouse first – and I was about to say so when I spotted Honeybun bobbing her way through the branches back to us.
                   “Hide,” I hissed.
                   I barely had time to toss Gnobbo under the blankets behind me when Honeybun returned with a subtle creak of the floorboards.
                   “Whatever that thing was, it’s gone,” Honeybun said as she approached.
                   “Must’ve outrun you,” I adjusted myself to sit more directly atop the lump in the blankets that was Gnobbo. “Pity. Hopefully it doesn’t… weigh heavily on you.”
                   “What? No matter. I have something to help you repay your debt.”
                   Now that Honeybun was standing over me, I could see the small, glass bottle in her hand. My heart began to pound – more potions and magic! Nothing good came of it.
                   My fears were confirmed by Honeybun’s next command.
                   “Let’s begin,” she uncorked the bottle. “Take off those clothes.”
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    Chapter Fifty-Three
                   Honeybun sprang away from me to the balcony to catch a glimpse of the creature that had peeked over its edge, but judging from her fretful demeanour, the creature had fled out of sight.
                   “How’s someone climb my tree like dat?” Honeybun muttered with an accent she hadn’t used before. She seemed to realise her mistake because her accent was gone when she turned to point at me. “Do not try to leave, Zaiva. You still owe me for the honey you spilled. I shall return… shortly…”
                   A dull snap like a modestly-thick twig cracking echoed from the far end of the wide tree canopy. It was this sound that Honeybun floated off to investigate – no doubt suspecting the creature was near. I was now alone, left to wallow amongst the pillows with the fullest belly I’d ever had.
                   Or so I thought.
                   “Nyeh heh heh,” a squeaky voice tittered from the rafters. “Looks like you’re finally learning to finish your food.”
                   I glanced upwards and found a tiny, green face grinning from a wooden beam straight above me.
                   “Gnobbo,” I somehow managed to belch without opening my mouth. “What are you doing here?”
                   “The girls worry about you,” Gnobbo adjusted herself against the beam so she could cup her face into her hands. “We followed you all the way here, but… let’s just say they were too fat to finish the journey.”
                   “And how exactly do you keep doing that?”
                   “What? Staying fit as a fairy?”
                   “No… urp… that damned thing you do popping out of random corners…”
                   “We gnomes have our ways, my dear, bloated drow. I go where I please.”
                   “Hah… urp… bold words from a half-gnome midget,” a huge belch escaped my lips and I groaned as I lay a hand on my taut belly. “So you came to rescue me? That might prove difficult…”
                   “Ah, that’s what they think!” Gnobbo tittered. “But goblin blood flows thick as gnome blood in my veins – and we goblins are the queens of mischief!”
                   “Don’t…”
                   Gnobbo pounced into the pile of pillows like a cursed black cat and proceeded to prowl gleefully about my sprawled, engorged body.
                   “Ooh, how the mighty have fallen!” she rubbed her hands. “You came into my life a muscled meanie, all rippling with muscle, but now… now you’re beginning to jiggle more than ripple.”
                   “Gnobbo, this isn’t the time,” I snarled, but was too stuffed to even sit upright – and Gnobbo knew it.
                   “Look at those big, juicy thighs!” Gnobbo straddled one and bounced atop its girth like a miniature rogue on horseback. “It’s almost too thick for me to ride! You’ll be spreading over the edges of stools for sure!”
                   “Shouldn’t you be figuring-out how to help me?”
                   “Why? You never helped me – and besides, I’m having way too much fun teasing you. Just look at yourself! Look at that gut!” she proceeded to crawl upwards so she could pat and slap my distended gut.
                   “No…” I winced. “No, don’t touch that – bre-e-a-a-p!”
                   “You can’t help yourself, can you? A slim, slender drow living on cavefish and mushrooms is suddenly suckling from tropical nymph teats and proceeds to swell!”
                   I opened my mouth to snap back at her, but another belch forced its way out. The smug, devilish look on her face was infuriating.
                   “The wild boar becomes a pink pig, feeding and fattening by the day – that’s you, Deep Purple! You’re the pig! A big, purple pig with a rounded gut and rounder breasts – unless… yes! Better yet, you are a cow. A big, stupid drow-cow with titties so big they’re bigger than my head! I can almost wedge myself between – eep!”
                   “Got you,” I grapped at her little paw before she could snatch it away. The endless bouts of belching had eased the pressure within me just enough for me to snatch the mutt and lift her to my face – though I was grunting with every shift and adjustment. “What’s that you were saying about ‘drow-cows?’”
                   “Nnh…” she squirmed. “Unhand me! Release me you big, bovine buffoon! The Valley of the Gnomes shall avenge me!”
                   “Not if I toss you off the balcony,” I replied calmly.
                   “N-no, no wait! I can help you out!”
                   “A little late for that… and how would rescue me? Carry me down the trunk on your back?”
                   “Not that… but I can sneak you into the Villa.”
                   I raised an eyebrow. “Truly?”
                   Now Gnobbo relaxed and began to grin again. She knew I’d been baited. “You like that, don’t you? I know you hate growing fat as much as I do… how ‘bout we team-up, hm?”
                   “A mere bluff – you’d have already entered the Villa if you could.”
                   “I stayed in the Starter Resort as long as I could, didn’t I? I have my reasons for sticking around. As you can see, I was expelled – my pigskin never burst – yet here I am. Release me and we will escape this cursed island together!”
                   Deal or not, we had to escape the treehouse first – and I was about to say so when I spotted Honeybun bobbing her way through the branches back to us.
                   “Hide,” I hissed.
                   I barely had time to toss Gnobbo under the blankets behind me when Honeybun returned with a subtle creak of the floorboards.
                   “Whatever that thing was, it’s gone,” Honeybun said as she approached.
                   “Must’ve outrun you,” I adjusted myself to sit more directly atop the lump in the blankets that was Gnobbo. “Pity. Hopefully it doesn’t… weigh heavily on you.”
                   “What? No matter. I have something to help you repay your debt.”
                   Now that Honeybun was standing over me, I could see the small, glass bottle in her hand. My heart began to pound – more potions and magic! Nothing good came of it.
                   My fears were confirmed by Honeybun’s next command.
                   “Let’s begin,” she uncorked the bottle. “Take off those clothes.”
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    Chapter Fifty-Two
                   The path the nymph took me through was long and arduous. With tangling vines and branches to my left and right, it was a route no normal being would take, but this nymph was no normal being. She floated weightlessly through the treetops overhead, the orbs of her mighty horselike rump brushing leaves and branches aside as the hive swirled around it like ribbons around a suspended dancer.
    I followed just below, eyes glued to her the whole journey. Never before had I seen a woman so broad yet so graceful, so thick yet so slim, and so enticingly beautiful and yet so mysterious and dangerous. Such contradictions vexed me. The initial dread I’d felt at first sight of herwas being corrupted with… something else. just what were these thoughts frothing from the depths of my subconscious? Awe? Fear? Jealousy? Only one emotion was clear: anticipation. Whatever plans the nymph had for me, I eagerly awaited their revelation.
                   The sun was only beginning its slow descent towards the horizon when we finally emerged into a secluded grove. Perhaps “grove” was the wrong word for such a place, for it wasn’t open to the sky like a true grove, but rather it was a more open part of the jungle. A mighty tree with a trunk wide as a city gate towered high above its kin, its canopy so high the sunlight shimmering in its highest leaves twinkled like stars. This gigantic tree shielded a broad expanse of tall grass, blooming flowers, and a multitude of pollinating insects. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it – there were carpets of flowers in colours the likes of which I’d never seen! The fear in me was nearly forgotten – until the nymph spread a hand out and dismissed the hive still swirling around her.
    “Go forth, darlings,” the nymph spoke softly. “You’re home now.”
    The sound of her voice returned me to my senses. I stiffened and reminded myself of my perilous situation. This was no ordinary grove; it was a nymph’s lair and the epicentre of her power and soul. Strong, earthly magic coursed unseen through this place like blood in a beating heart. I had to tread carefully.
    I was about to speak when she turned and faced me, still floating so her eyes were level with mine.
    “You are wondering about my name,” her full, thick lips seemed to glide with every vowel. “But first you must tell me yours, drow.”
    “Zaiva,” the sound of my voice surprised me, such was the condition of my nerves.
    “Zaiva,” her eyes traced the full breadth of my body as if she were learning what a “Zaiva” was. “Such a short name for a tall woman. You can call me ‘Honeybun.’ Tell me… Zaiva… why you would destroy the home of my hive? Was it hunger? Why poach my honey when its freely given?”
    “Given?”
    Her bright eyes flared as if she took my query as a challenge. “Don’t feign foolishness with me, purple one. You have been given honey aplenty – and much food besides. You have been given homes and hammocks, enough for four dozen of your kind, and yet you still desecrate my hive like a common beast.”
    A sudden realization had me speaking again in spite of the danger. “So it was you who built the tree-houses. The nymphs…”
    Honeybun seized me by the waist and wrapped herself tight against me, so tight that her massive breasts squashed against mine. She was so close I could feel her heart pumping from deep within, yet I didn’t resist. The fire in her eyes was bright, but not blazing. I was still safe – and I wanted answers.
    “Do not try to change the subject. Yes, Zaiva, the dwellings are kept by me and my kin. We nymphs are the guardians of this island – and you have harmed a hive under my protection – and now you must redeem yourself.”
    Honeybun’s explanations only raised more questions. Where was this food she claimed to stash for us? Why build shelters only to abandon them – and what kind of nymph built anything? Nymphs considered dwellings as a trespass on nature, after all. It made no sense! But all my questions faded away when Honeybun began to rise – and carry me with her!
    “What in hells…?” I glanced down at the grove below as we rose ever higher. My heart was pounding and my knees shook with nerves, for I could no longer strike the nymph else I fall to my death – even running away was impossible. I had no choice but to hold tight to her body and wait.
    Honeybun stared stolidly upwards as she rose into the mighty tree canopy. If she even noticed my discomfort, she didn’t care. The grove was far below us now, and still we had not reached the treetop. Such a massive tree could only grow so large with the help of nymphs’ magic. It was only as we began to clear the lowest branches that I saw our destination: yet another treehouse cradled betwixt three thick branches stemming from the top of the trunk. Like the other houses, this one was generously-spacious. Unlike the other houses, this one sat alone and there were no rope bridges or ladders to be seen. I was trapped!
    Honeybun landed softly within the bounds of a wooden balcony and released me.
    “Come with me,” her wide hips swayed as she stepped into the house. “It is time for you to pay for your transgression.”
    I did so – and felt as confused as ever. Inside was a single room filled with piles of pillows and blankets. Vibrant, colourful patterns adorned the intricately-woven fabric, each as unique as it was complex. I gazed upon it all and wondered at the sight of it. This was no normal nymph nest. Nymphs did not use blankets and pillows, much less make them. “Honeybun” was not who she seemed. Who was she and why the deception?
    “Sit back upon the pillows and await my command,” Honeybun pointed me to the pile of pillows laid in the middle of the room like a pile of eggs. I obeyed and found them to be soft and clean – almost new.
    With my back propped by the pillows, Honeybun stood before me in a wide stance with her hands on her ample hips.
    “You wasted a full hive’s harvest,” she said with a thrum of her fingers. “It’s honey had been meant for you, but now it is dripping uselessly onto the beach. Now… I must feed you some other way…”
    “You seem eager enough to feed words into my ears,” I replied. “The only food you left in our dwellings was an empty table with a rhyming inscription.”
    “You dare speak? Your mouth is filled with slander – I shall replace it with nourishment.”
    I hardly had a chance to reply when she eased herself onto me and pressed her enormous breasts – each bigger than my head – against either side of my neck just below my chin.
    “Drink, Zaiva,” her voice was low and sultry. “Drink.”
    I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “Drink? You mean…?”
    My thoughts, doubts and words were promptly smothered by the buxom nymph lifting a mighty breast to my face and pressing forward. Such was its size and softness that it covered my nose and eyes like a warm waterskin – but it was not hot water I found beading from the nipple that had squeezed past my lips. It wasn’t even milk! No… it was something else. Something hot and strangely sweet.
    “That’s it,” I felt her hand on the back of my head. “Ease yourself back and let it trickle down your throat. You’re mine until you sup the last drop.”
    What kind of punishment was this? If I had a “debt” to repay her for spilling honey, why was she giving me more? Such questions remained unanswered. The nipple in my mouth was beginning to lightly spray all over the inside of my mouth, and with her breast pressed so tightly against me, I had no choice but to swallow again… and again…
    Gulp by muffled gulp, the nymph’s mysteriously-sweet nectar flowed its way into my body. Such was its unnatural heat that I could feel it sliding down my throat and sitting in my belly like vodka. A full day of sampling fruits and binging on a jackfruit was already testing the limits of my stomach. Now it was stretching further still. I could feel it bumping against Honeybun’s equally-soft belly, swelling-up and growing warmer from the contents within.
    “You’ll need to feed a lot more if you wish to overflow the cups, little stuffer,” Honeybun whispered. “Your gut hasn’t even begun to hang – that is why you must drink to the last drop.”
    I’d thought I was being punished? Perhaps I was – I didn’t know how much more I could take! She was nursing me like a newborn calf when I was already full!
    Time seemed to stall as I engorged with mysterious nymph nectar. I began to fear there was no end to it, but at last – at long last – the nectar’s flow began to sputter. Honeybun finally leaned back from me, still straddling me by the hips to prevent my escape – not that I could. Disregarding the dizzying height of the house, my stomach was too stuffed for me to move. Already soft and pudgy, the lower belly-pooch was now paired with a distinct upper belly-bulge. Honeybun looked down upon this bulge and smiled, no doubt proud of what she’d done to me. I, however, could naught but belch and then belch again. Damn her!
    “Good girl,” she patted my middle. “You’re halfway to paying your debt.”
    “Half – urp – halfway?” I was starting to sweat. “Care to… renegotiate the payment plan?”
    “Hush. You can’t leave until you’ve drained me dry. Now… sit back… and prepare yourself to… what is that?”
    I struggled to follow her gaze, but all I managed to glimpse were a pair of pointed ears poking-out from behind the balcony that vanished with hurried scurrying of little feet.
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    "It would be interesting to see at least one chapter on behalf of Ani" -- this is what google translator said is written. You must mean a chapter for Aniya. I actually plan to have a chapter devoted to her soon! She's fun to write. A great privilege to have readers from the other side of the world!
    This was a type of fanservice I didn't expect to write...
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    Chapter Fifty-Two
                   The path the nymph took me through was long and arduous. With tangling vines and branches to my left and right, it was a route no normal being would take, but this nymph was no normal being. She floated weightlessly through the treetops overhead, the orbs of her mighty horselike rump brushing leaves and branches aside as the hive swirled around it like ribbons around a suspended dancer.
    I followed just below, eyes glued to her the whole journey. Never before had I seen a woman so broad yet so graceful, so thick yet so slim, and so enticingly beautiful and yet so mysterious and dangerous. Such contradictions vexed me. The initial dread I’d felt at first sight of herwas being corrupted with… something else. just what were these thoughts frothing from the depths of my subconscious? Awe? Fear? Jealousy? Only one emotion was clear: anticipation. Whatever plans the nymph had for me, I eagerly awaited their revelation.
                   The sun was only beginning its slow descent towards the horizon when we finally emerged into a secluded grove. Perhaps “grove” was the wrong word for such a place, for it wasn’t open to the sky like a true grove, but rather it was a more open part of the jungle. A mighty tree with a trunk wide as a city gate towered high above its kin, its canopy so high the sunlight shimmering in its highest leaves twinkled like stars. This gigantic tree shielded a broad expanse of tall grass, blooming flowers, and a multitude of pollinating insects. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it – there were carpets of flowers in colours the likes of which I’d never seen! The fear in me was nearly forgotten – until the nymph spread a hand out and dismissed the hive still swirling around her.
    “Go forth, darlings,” the nymph spoke softly. “You’re home now.”
    The sound of her voice returned me to my senses. I stiffened and reminded myself of my perilous situation. This was no ordinary grove; it was a nymph’s lair and the epicentre of her power and soul. Strong, earthly magic coursed unseen through this place like blood in a beating heart. I had to tread carefully.
    I was about to speak when she turned and faced me, still floating so her eyes were level with mine.
    “You are wondering about my name,” her full, thick lips seemed to glide with every vowel. “But first you must tell me yours, drow.”
    “Zaiva,” the sound of my voice surprised me, such was the condition of my nerves.
    “Zaiva,” her eyes traced the full breadth of my body as if she were learning what a “Zaiva” was. “Such a short name for a tall woman. You can call me ‘Honeybun.’ Tell me… Zaiva… why you would destroy the home of my hive? Was it hunger? Why poach my honey when its freely given?”
    “Given?”
    Her bright eyes flared as if she took my query as a challenge. “Don’t feign foolishness with me, purple one. You have been given honey aplenty – and much food besides. You have been given homes and hammocks, enough for four dozen of your kind, and yet you still desecrate my hive like a common beast.”
    A sudden realization had me speaking again in spite of the danger. “So it was you who built the tree-houses. The nymphs…”
    Honeybun seized me by the waist and wrapped herself tight against me, so tight that her massive breasts squashed against mine. She was so close I could feel her heart pumping from deep within, yet I didn’t resist. The fire in her eyes was bright, but not blazing. I was still safe – and I wanted answers.
    “Do not try to change the subject. Yes, Zaiva, the dwellings are kept by me and my kin. We nymphs are the guardians of this island – and you have harmed a hive under my protection – and now you must redeem yourself.”
    Honeybun’s explanations only raised more questions. Where was this food she claimed to stash for us? Why build shelters only to abandon them – and what kind of nymph built anything? Nymphs considered dwellings as a trespass on nature, after all. It made no sense! But all my questions faded away when Honeybun began to rise – and carry me with her!
    “What in hells…?” I glanced down at the grove below as we rose ever higher. My heart was pounding and my knees shook with nerves, for I could no longer strike the nymph else I fall to my death – even running away was impossible. I had no choice but to hold tight to her body and wait.
    Honeybun stared stolidly upwards as she rose into the mighty tree canopy. If she even noticed my discomfort, she didn’t care. The grove was far below us now, and still we had not reached the treetop. Such a massive tree could only grow so large with the help of nymphs’ magic. It was only as we began to clear the lowest branches that I saw our destination: yet another treehouse cradled betwixt three thick branches stemming from the top of the trunk. Like the other houses, this one was generously-spacious. Unlike the other houses, this one sat alone and there were no rope bridges or ladders to be seen. I was trapped!
    Honeybun landed softly within the bounds of a wooden balcony and released me.
    “Come with me,” her wide hips swayed as she stepped into the house. “It is time for you to pay for your transgression.”
    I did so – and felt as confused as ever. Inside was a single room filled with piles of pillows and blankets. Vibrant, colourful patterns adorned the intricately-woven fabric, each as unique as it was complex. I gazed upon it all and wondered at the sight of it. This was no normal nymph nest. Nymphs did not use blankets and pillows, much less make them. “Honeybun” was not who she seemed. Who was she and why the deception?
    “Sit back upon the pillows and await my command,” Honeybun pointed me to the pile of pillows laid in the middle of the room like a pile of eggs. I obeyed and found them to be soft and clean – almost new.
    With my back propped by the pillows, Honeybun stood before me in a wide stance with her hands on her ample hips.
    “You wasted a full hive’s harvest,” she said with a thrum of her fingers. “It’s honey had been meant for you, but now it is dripping uselessly onto the beach. Now… I must feed you some other way…”
    “You seem eager enough to feed words into my ears,” I replied. “The only food you left in our dwellings was an empty table with a rhyming inscription.”
    “You dare speak? Your mouth is filled with slander – I shall replace it with nourishment.”
    I hardly had a chance to reply when she eased herself onto me and pressed her enormous breasts – each bigger than my head – against either side of my neck just below my chin.
    “Drink, Zaiva,” her voice was low and sultry. “Drink.”
    I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “Drink? You mean…?”
    My thoughts, doubts and words were promptly smothered by the buxom nymph lifting a mighty breast to my face and pressing forward. Such was its size and softness that it covered my nose and eyes like a warm waterskin – but it was not hot water I found beading from the nipple that had squeezed past my lips. It wasn’t even milk! No… it was something else. Something hot and strangely sweet.
    “That’s it,” I felt her hand on the back of my head. “Ease yourself back and let it trickle down your throat. You’re mine until you sup the last drop.”
    What kind of punishment was this? If I had a “debt” to repay her for spilling honey, why was she giving me more? Such questions remained unanswered. The nipple in my mouth was beginning to lightly spray all over the inside of my mouth, and with her breast pressed so tightly against me, I had no choice but to swallow again… and again…
    Gulp by muffled gulp, the nymph’s mysteriously-sweet nectar flowed its way into my body. Such was its unnatural heat that I could feel it sliding down my throat and sitting in my belly like vodka. A full day of sampling fruits and binging on a jackfruit was already testing the limits of my stomach. Now it was stretching further still. I could feel it bumping against Honeybun’s equally-soft belly, swelling-up and growing warmer from the contents within.
    “You’ll need to feed a lot more if you wish to overflow the cups, little stuffer,” Honeybun whispered. “Your gut hasn’t even begun to hang – that is why you must drink to the last drop.”
    I’d thought I was being punished? Perhaps I was – I didn’t know how much more I could take! She was nursing me like a newborn calf when I was already full!
    Time seemed to stall as I engorged with mysterious nymph nectar. I began to fear there was no end to it, but at last – at long last – the nectar’s flow began to sputter. Honeybun finally leaned back from me, still straddling me by the hips to prevent my escape – not that I could. Disregarding the dizzying height of the house, my stomach was too stuffed for me to move. Already soft and pudgy, the lower belly-pooch was now paired with a distinct upper belly-bulge. Honeybun looked down upon this bulge and smiled, no doubt proud of what she’d done to me. I, however, could naught but belch and then belch again. Damn her!
    “Good girl,” she patted my middle. “You’re halfway to paying your debt.”
    “Half – urp – halfway?” I was starting to sweat. “Care to… renegotiate the payment plan?”
    “Hush. You can’t leave until you’ve drained me dry. Now… sit back… and prepare yourself to… what is that?”
    I struggled to follow her gaze, but all I managed to glimpse were a pair of pointed ears poking-out from behind the balcony that vanished with hurried scurrying of little feet.
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    Chapter Fifty-Two
                   The path the nymph took me through was long and arduous. With tangling vines and branches to my left and right, it was a route no normal being would take, but this nymph was no normal being. She floated weightlessly through the treetops overhead, the orbs of her mighty horselike rump brushing leaves and branches aside as the hive swirled around it like ribbons around a suspended dancer.
    I followed just below, eyes glued to her the whole journey. Never before had I seen a woman so broad yet so graceful, so thick yet so slim, and so enticingly beautiful and yet so mysterious and dangerous. Such contradictions vexed me. The initial dread I’d felt at first sight of herwas being corrupted with… something else. just what were these thoughts frothing from the depths of my subconscious? Awe? Fear? Jealousy? Only one emotion was clear: anticipation. Whatever plans the nymph had for me, I eagerly awaited their revelation.
                   The sun was only beginning its slow descent towards the horizon when we finally emerged into a secluded grove. Perhaps “grove” was the wrong word for such a place, for it wasn’t open to the sky like a true grove, but rather it was a more open part of the jungle. A mighty tree with a trunk wide as a city gate towered high above its kin, its canopy so high the sunlight shimmering in its highest leaves twinkled like stars. This gigantic tree shielded a broad expanse of tall grass, blooming flowers, and a multitude of pollinating insects. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it – there were carpets of flowers in colours the likes of which I’d never seen! The fear in me was nearly forgotten – until the nymph spread a hand out and dismissed the hive still swirling around her.
    “Go forth, darlings,” the nymph spoke softly. “You’re home now.”
    The sound of her voice returned me to my senses. I stiffened and reminded myself of my perilous situation. This was no ordinary grove; it was a nymph’s lair and the epicentre of her power and soul. Strong, earthly magic coursed unseen through this place like blood in a beating heart. I had to tread carefully.
    I was about to speak when she turned and faced me, still floating so her eyes were level with mine.
    “You are wondering about my name,” her full, thick lips seemed to glide with every vowel. “But first you must tell me yours, drow.”
    “Zaiva,” the sound of my voice surprised me, such was the condition of my nerves.
    “Zaiva,” her eyes traced the full breadth of my body as if she were learning what a “Zaiva” was. “Such a short name for a tall woman. You can call me ‘Honeybun.’ Tell me… Zaiva… why you would destroy the home of my hive? Was it hunger? Why poach my honey when its freely given?”
    “Given?”
    Her bright eyes flared as if she took my query as a challenge. “Don’t feign foolishness with me, purple one. You have been given honey aplenty – and much food besides. You have been given homes and hammocks, enough for four dozen of your kind, and yet you still desecrate my hive like a common beast.”
    A sudden realization had me speaking again in spite of the danger. “So it was you who built the tree-houses. The nymphs…”
    Honeybun seized me by the waist and wrapped herself tight against me, so tight that her massive breasts squashed against mine. She was so close I could feel her heart pumping from deep within, yet I didn’t resist. The fire in her eyes was bright, but not blazing. I was still safe – and I wanted answers.
    “Do not try to change the subject. Yes, Zaiva, the dwellings are kept by me and my kin. We nymphs are the guardians of this island – and you have harmed a hive under my protection – and now you must redeem yourself.”
    Honeybun’s explanations only raised more questions. Where was this food she claimed to stash for us? Why build shelters only to abandon them – and what kind of nymph built anything? Nymphs considered dwellings as a trespass on nature, after all. It made no sense! But all my questions faded away when Honeybun began to rise – and carry me with her!
    “What in hells…?” I glanced down at the grove below as we rose ever higher. My heart was pounding and my knees shook with nerves, for I could no longer strike the nymph else I fall to my death – even running away was impossible. I had no choice but to hold tight to her body and wait.
    Honeybun stared stolidly upwards as she rose into the mighty tree canopy. If she even noticed my discomfort, she didn’t care. The grove was far below us now, and still we had not reached the treetop. Such a massive tree could only grow so large with the help of nymphs’ magic. It was only as we began to clear the lowest branches that I saw our destination: yet another treehouse cradled betwixt three thick branches stemming from the top of the trunk. Like the other houses, this one was generously-spacious. Unlike the other houses, this one sat alone and there were no rope bridges or ladders to be seen. I was trapped!
    Honeybun landed softly within the bounds of a wooden balcony and released me.
    “Come with me,” her wide hips swayed as she stepped into the house. “It is time for you to pay for your transgression.”
    I did so – and felt as confused as ever. Inside was a single room filled with piles of pillows and blankets. Vibrant, colourful patterns adorned the intricately-woven fabric, each as unique as it was complex. I gazed upon it all and wondered at the sight of it. This was no normal nymph nest. Nymphs did not use blankets and pillows, much less make them. “Honeybun” was not who she seemed. Who was she and why the deception?
    “Sit back upon the pillows and await my command,” Honeybun pointed me to the pile of pillows laid in the middle of the room like a pile of eggs. I obeyed and found them to be soft and clean – almost new.
    With my back propped by the pillows, Honeybun stood before me in a wide stance with her hands on her ample hips.
    “You wasted a full hive’s harvest,” she said with a thrum of her fingers. “It’s honey had been meant for you, but now it is dripping uselessly onto the beach. Now… I must feed you some other way…”
    “You seem eager enough to feed words into my ears,” I replied. “The only food you left in our dwellings was an empty table with a rhyming inscription.”
    “You dare speak? Your mouth is filled with slander – I shall replace it with nourishment.”
    I hardly had a chance to reply when she eased herself onto me and pressed her enormous breasts – each bigger than my head – against either side of my neck just below my chin.
    “Drink, Zaiva,” her voice was low and sultry. “Drink.”
    I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “Drink? You mean…?”
    My thoughts, doubts and words were promptly smothered by the buxom nymph lifting a mighty breast to my face and pressing forward. Such was its size and softness that it covered my nose and eyes like a warm waterskin – but it was not hot water I found beading from the nipple that had squeezed past my lips. It wasn’t even milk! No… it was something else. Something hot and strangely sweet.
    “That’s it,” I felt her hand on the back of my head. “Ease yourself back and let it trickle down your throat. You’re mine until you sup the last drop.”
    What kind of punishment was this? If I had a “debt” to repay her for spilling honey, why was she giving me more? Such questions remained unanswered. The nipple in my mouth was beginning to lightly spray all over the inside of my mouth, and with her breast pressed so tightly against me, I had no choice but to swallow again… and again…
    Gulp by muffled gulp, the nymph’s mysteriously-sweet nectar flowed its way into my body. Such was its unnatural heat that I could feel it sliding down my throat and sitting in my belly like vodka. A full day of sampling fruits and binging on a jackfruit was already testing the limits of my stomach. Now it was stretching further still. I could feel it bumping against Honeybun’s equally-soft belly, swelling-up and growing warmer from the contents within.
    “You’ll need to feed a lot more if you wish to overflow the cups, little stuffer,” Honeybun whispered. “Your gut hasn’t even begun to hang – that is why you must drink to the last drop.”
    I’d thought I was being punished? Perhaps I was – I didn’t know how much more I could take! She was nursing me like a newborn calf when I was already full!
    Time seemed to stall as I engorged with mysterious nymph nectar. I began to fear there was no end to it, but at last – at long last – the nectar’s flow began to sputter. Honeybun finally leaned back from me, still straddling me by the hips to prevent my escape – not that I could. Disregarding the dizzying height of the house, my stomach was too stuffed for me to move. Already soft and pudgy, the lower belly-pooch was now paired with a distinct upper belly-bulge. Honeybun looked down upon this bulge and smiled, no doubt proud of what she’d done to me. I, however, could naught but belch and then belch again. Damn her!
    “Good girl,” she patted my middle. “You’re halfway to paying your debt.”
    “Half – urp – halfway?” I was starting to sweat. “Care to… renegotiate the payment plan?”
    “Hush. You can’t leave until you’ve drained me dry. Now… sit back… and prepare yourself to… what is that?”
    I struggled to follow her gaze, but all I managed to glimpse were a pair of pointed ears poking-out from behind the balcony that vanished with hurried scurrying of little feet.
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    Chapter Fifty-One
                   “Bees!” Gnobbo proclaimed pointlessly. “Bees!”
                   By now we had gathered directly beneath the hallow log hanging over the beach for a closer look. It was a massive hunk of bleached driftwood that had somehow lodged itself into the cliffside just beyond the beach. More importantly, it was hollow, and a steady stream of honeybees were buzzing in and out of the open end of the trunk.
                   “We did it,” Bobette gripped her friend Lydia by the arms and skipped with joy. “By all the gods and goddesses, we did it!”
                   “We found bees!” Lydia laughed giddily with her. “There’s honey in there – gotta be!”
                   “Perhaps,” I said. “A pity none of us are tall enough to reach it.”
                   “Ah can touch…” Cinder naively tapped the side of the log.
                   “Stop that!” Victoria snapped. “Don’t you know bees can sting? You’ll be coated in them if you’re not careful!”
                   Cinder yelped and withdrew her hand as if she were already stung. I thought her a coward at first, but then I realized she was raised with fire giants in the volcanic wastes and had never encountered such creatures before – an ignorant coward, then.
                   “So how do we get the honey?” Bobette asked with a smack of her lips.
                   There was a brief, thoughtful silence before Pixie stepped forward. “Um, I met a beekeeper once,” she shuffled her feet in the hot sand.
                   “Wut’s a beekeeper?” asked Cinder.
                   “I’m not too sure. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, he would say things like ‘I protect the hive.’ I think he mentioned something about smoke and fire?”
                   “That’s fascinating, but did he explain how to get honey?” asked Bobette.
                   “Well uh… no. He just punched a bunch of guys and jumped through a window. Then we noticed the building was on fire and never saw him again.”
                   Victoria made a disgruntled scoffing noise. “What kind of beekeeper was that? My father worked with a real beekeeper on the palace grounds and he never talked like that.”
                   “So how did your beekeeper get the honey?” asked Pixie.
                   “Well… you can’t expect someone like myself to know. Labour is for the Help.”
                   “Yeah, you’re definitely no help…”
                   Victoria only managed to set her hands on her hips and inhale sharply when Aniya interrupted.
                   “Aight,” Aniya raised her hand. “So the way I see it is we gotta get the bees out of the log before we have Cinder pull it down and split it open – sorry Cinder. It’s gotta be you cause only you can reach.”
                   “Ah suppose,” Cinder tensely eyed the bees zipping in and out of the log. “But… how wiwl we chase them owt?”
                   Aniya casually kicked at one of the stray coconuts littering the beach before answering. “Easy: one of us throws some of these at the log to lure the bees. Once the whole hive is chasing them, they dash into the ocean and submerge to give ‘em the slip – and that’s when Cinder pulls the log down for the rest of us.”
                   While Aniya was describing her plan, she began turning towards me. I stared back, suddenly aware of what she was inferring. “You want me to bait the hive?”
                   “You’re the most athletic of us,” she smirked with a wink. “Chafed thighs or no.”
                   I hated her for putting me up to this, but she was right. Plus, everyone was looking expectantly at me now, so I couldn’t refuse, and so I merely sighed, picked up a coconut, and readied myself.
                   “Fine,” I wound my arm for a powerful, hate-filled pitch. “I suggest all of you step back so you’re not stung.”
                   As one, they all scrambled to the opposite side of the log.
                   “Here goes nothing,” I muttered to myself. I pitched the rock as hard as I could…
                   … and the rotten log cracked in half and smashed into the sand.
                   I stared in horror at the swarm I’d unleashed. What had seemed to be a solid log with a steady stream of bees flying from its tip was revealed to be filled with oozing amber honeycombs coated with tens of thousands of wrathful bees. A low buzz began to roar louder as the swarm swirled into the sky like a vengeful spirit from a corpse, spreading across the beach – after every last one of us.
                   “R-run!” Aniya shrieked. “Run away!”
                   “Get in the water!” Pixie cried.
                   Every last one of us bolted for the safety of the waves. I myself was already splashing in knee-deep water, yet the bees were already zipping before my eyes. From what little I could see around me, the others fared no better.
                   “This is all your fault, Zaiva!” Victoria cried. “It’s all your f-blbbllbblrr…”
                   Victoria’s ramblings were cut short by Cinder’s torrential wake. The half-giantess was bounding blindly through friends and waves alike as her hands thrashed and tangled through her long locks.
                   “They’s in my haiwr!” Cinder cried before belly-flopping to safety.
                   I wasted no time following her example. There was no outrunning the bees, so my only hope was to hold my breath under the foaming waves and hope the swarm would pass. Frothing, brown sand in the salty water blinded me, and my ears were filled by the deafening echo of the endless ocean, yet still I held my breath, waiting… waiting until my lungs burned and forced me to surface and learn my fate.
                   Fresh air! I gasped and hacked as I wiped my eyes of grit. It seemed the others had surfaced first – no doubt they couldn’t hold their breath as well as I could. The bees had left us -- thank Vul! – but only because they’d found another target: Gnobbo was still dashing across the beach, chased by the entire hive.
                   “You need to jump in the water, Gnobbo!” Aniya called.
                   “The water, dummy, get in the water!” Victoria yelled.
                   But despite everything, the stubborn mutt refused to touch the water! She just sprinted madly onwards, darting left and right in a useless attempt to escape her winged pursuers.
                   “Bees!” Gnobbo’s voice squeaked faintly in the distance. “Bees!”
                   “We have to do something!” Victoria insisted. “Zaiva! Throw a rock or something! Only you are strong enough!”
                   “Are you crazy?” Bobette glared at her. “That would bring the bees right back to us!”
                   And so we watched and waited. Gnobbo was a spry little thing and surprisingly quick, but her twelve-inch legs had no hope of outmanoeuvring wings. The bees were already upon her, clustering against her pigskin in search of places to sink their barbs. Gnobbo slapped madly at them, but for every bee felled, three took its place, and her pace was slowing.
                   It seemed the end for our smallest member. Gnobbo suddenly dove headfirst into the sand and seemed as if she were trying to burrow her way to safety, but it was too little too late. The swarm was upon her – and suddenly pulled away.
                   “Look!” Pixie pointed at the treeline between the beach and the cliff. “It’s a beekeeper!”
                   “That’s no beekeeper,” I felt my jaw drop. “It’s another nymph.”
                   Like the nymph that seized Lesh, it was more a force of nature than a woman, but unlike the last nymph, I could see more than two outstretched hands. This one took the form of a curvaceous human with flowing black hair that whipped about her back from some unseen breeze. Everything else about the nymph was unhuman – or perhaps superhuman. Huge, amber orbs on her chest the size of cantaloupes served as breasts, propped by a thin lacing of black branches. Just below them was an amber belly that was neither flat nor round but merely full. Still further down were round, shapely hips wide enough to birth twins simultaneously. Branches cradled her body from shoulders to ankles, propping her curves but not concealing them. Not that they needed to prop anything – it seemed this nymph could levitate. I caught myself holding my breath. This one was dangerous!
                   The nymph spread her arms wide, wordlessly summoning the swarm to her. The swarm obeyed, abandoning the half-submerged gnome-goblin to swirl around their protector. Only then did the nymph seem to acknowledge our presence.
                   “Who dares to harm my hive?” the nymph’s voice was strong yet effeminate.
                   Not one among us said a word.
                   “Answer, lest you all suffer the same fate.”
                   Again, total silence. A strange sense of calm overcame me. I had thrown the coconut that had destroyed the hive, yet none implicated my deed. Even Victoria’s lips remained pursed! My heart swelled with appreciation and love. They truly were my friends! Friends who would choose to struggle and suffer together no matter the cost. Well! If they’d do so much for me, I would protect them at all costs.
                   And then I noticed Quiet One pointing her finger at me.
                   “Step forth, drow,” ordered the nymph. “Emerge from the waves and kneel before me.”
                   Kneel? Such an order was more lenient than the attack I’d expected. I knew better than to fight a nymph head-on. If I had to neutralize her, an opportunity would surely come. Nothing to it, then, but to obey and await my chance.
                   Slowly, I approached the shore. The nymph drifted closer, the bees swirling about her body. She as shorter than I expected (which was a likely explanation for why she opted to float) but I didn’t allow myself to dwell on stray thoughts. One wrong step could spell my demise.
                   At last, I reached the dry sand and knelt, averting my gaze. Yet no sooner had I caught sight of her feet landing lightly before me that I felt her finger pluck my chin and raise my gaze towards hers.
                   The nymph’s face was more human than I expected – enough so that I even began thinking of it as her. Her pupils sparkled as they discerned my features, and her red lips pursed with judgement. A distinctly human blush adorned her high cheekbones. At last, the moment broke and released me.
                   “Rise,” she commanded. “Come…”
                   She turned and began to float back into the treeline. I followed slowly after her, not daring to look back at the others.
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