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Another great chapter, and man--the sinister machinations of Regina are astounding.  This is going to suck for her before long, and after all the shit she's pulled, it's going to be even sweeter.

Oh, and if we're fantasy casting, might I recommend Nicole Kidman for Regina?  Saw her in Aquaman and couldn't believe she was 51.

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I personally picture Mor’wen as very youthful and innocent-looking. There’s something about how she tries to talk so confidently and assertively, it’s like she’s overdoing it and deep down she’s just a young, fairy girl playing house 😌😆 That Scarlett Johansen line surprised me! Sia, of course, looks like Angelina Jolie (haha jk).

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6 hours ago, CyrilFiggus said:

Another great chapter, and man--the sinister machinations of Regina are astounding.  This is going to suck for her before long, and after all the shit she's pulled, it's going to be even sweeter.

Oh, and if we're fantasy casting, might I recommend Nicole Kidman for Regina?  Saw her in Aquaman and couldn't believe she was 51.

That'd be perfect

 

6 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

I personally picture Mor’wen as very youthful and innocent-looking. There’s something about how she tries to talk so confidently and assertively, it’s like she’s overdoing it and deep down she’s just a young, fairy girl playing house 😌😆 That Scarlett Johansen line surprised me! Sia, of course, looks like Angelina Jolie (haha jk).

A young ScarJo then, from before avengers when she was the busty, slightly soft chick in romcoms and romances.

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Chapter 13: Berries in a library

Four weeks and a Day after the king's death. 
 

"Slow down...please...,' Sia begged, leaning her shoulder against the wall.

 
It was a day after the torturous feeding session the Nymph had inflicted on the prone Paladin. Sia was still confused over it. She'd enjoyed Mor'wen trapping her, enjoyed being helpless and at the mercy of someone she trusted, enjoyed being fed and fed and fed. More, she'd lusted after the cherries in Mor'wen's nestled in Mor'wen's taut cleavage, a purity of admitted desire that shocked her. But the pain, the bloating, the discomfort and annoyance from being so over full and then ...the humiliation at being so overloaded with food she couldn't rise up...
 
'Not up for a little walk?' Mor'wen said, then stifled a yawn.
 
After lunch, well, Sia's second lunch of the day, Mor'wen had agreed to take her to the library. It was a significant walk, the nymph had said it was a mile of rising and falling tunnels from the main area of the Joy Halls to the stacks of books. At first, the overly full knight had welcomed the chance to stretch her legs but as the dragon gnawed tunnels continued rising and falling, Sia had come to a startling observation.
 
'I'm out of shape,' the Aasimar admitted, 'just slow down a moment okay? Let me catch my breath.'
 
'You're not out of shape Sia, you're chubby,' Mor'wen smiled, pacing up with her hips sashaying, 'but good for you realizing it. Don't try and push yourself. Remember how out of condition you are and that it will take months to recover from any injury.'
 
'Trust me, I'm well aware,' Sia told her, trying to adjust her waistband for comfort against her now permanent food baby.
 
The knight had no idea exactly how many meals had been magically forced into her system yesterday. Enough deserts for a week? For several people to eat desert for a week? In any event it was too many and her body was bearing the results. Her body was soft now, squishy with excess and her stomach capacity after all that feeding was immense.
 
'Think of your body as a temple, it needs a nice solid foundation of fat to build its walls of muscle on,' the nymph smiled, pinching the pale bulge at Sia's waist line, 'and over the next weeks, I want you to make that foundation strong and deep. Then you can start exercising again and become ever stronger.'
 
Mor'wen's clean nails were pinching more than an inch, more like two. Sia's hand made skirt was painfully tight and alabaster skin mushroomed over the top, a roll of lazy fat that felt utterly alien to her pristine body. For years before, her body was hard and solid, but now even with her belly bloated with food, she was soft.
 
'I'll be able to out lift a giant at this rate, if I can waddle my way to exercise' the Paladin said, trying to wave away Mor'wen's fingers and succeeding only in making the nymph pinch both of the  side flaps of fat that hung on her skirt.
 
'Hmm, these will be fun to hold on to. For now, I don't want you worrying or trying to lose weight. Relax, eat and sit, you're already in perfect condition for the next two weeks. Every big meal, every lazy day, ever skirt you out grow is a successful exercise. You  are a bit big for a spring bodice to be sure...,' Mor'wen suggested, 'time for summer tops for you. I think you'd put on a stone before yesterday and another one after it.'
 
'Oh good, I'm almost as heavy as I was before my injury,' Sia sighed, letting her gut sprawl out, 'except I don't have any muscle. Can't I start exercising again?'
 
Sia had left her midriff bare when designing her outfits, her long skirt went to her hips and the borrowed bodices covered her now non-existent breasts. Why was hard to say, perhaps it was for comfort, perhaps it was to display her flat waist to catch Mor'wen's eye, maybe it was just an excuse to flaunt something now that she didn't have to worry about being judged impious. 
 
Now though, after all of those eating, after exercising so little, her waistline was mushy, soft and bulgy. Upon waking, Sia had discovered she had a small, but undeniable tummy, a bulge around her belly button that went over the waistband of her skirt. Her ribs were now buried in adipose, her pelvis gone, her waist now flanked by the love handles her lover was squeezing. From thinner than any noble girl could wish, Sia had become the type of plump woman who spent too much time sampling candies at court. 
 
'In two weeks, my soft little crusader,' Mor'wen smiled up at the tall, slightly chubby woman, 'perhaps you'll be fitting into my fall bras then.'
 
The paladin blushed, her chest was indeed crammed into a very tight bra. Too lean to have ever been busty, the now thickening champion was growing a womanly chest equal to most woman at court. She had cleavage, not like Mor'wen's monster tits but breasts that would catch the eye, with a bustline at least three inches off her chest. 
 
'I'm becoming decadent,' the paladin argued, 'I won't be able to train well if I get too big.'
 
Sia's self image was harmed, alway she'd been strong, swift and fit, the image of a female warrior. Now though, now she was weak, slow and unconditioned, looking more like a merchant's spoiled daughter or a debutante invited to to so many feasts her suitors would be put off by her new paunch. If she claimed to have been a Paladin, the listener would have asked how many years had passed since her retirement.
 
'If you want to get strong, you need energy,' Mor'wen insisted, 'enough energy that when you work out you don't hurt your muscles more than it helps. A good walk every day to the library will build up your wind and then in two weeks, you can start transitioning to harder stuff. Until then though, nothing hard. No weights, no running, no push ups or lunges. If you want to wave your arm about pretending you have a sword or do some slow foot work, maybe. After you've eaten lunch.'
 
'Joy, when I am ready to train again, perhaps I'll even be able to reach past my fat rolls and draw a sword,' The Paladin said, trying to adjust her bodice bra.
 
Right now, her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Nipples that had been hardening ever since Mor'wen had began pinching her waist. Sia got the bra into a slightly comfortable position and then started walking again, head held high and ignoring how every step sent a faint jiggle running up her thighs and into her tummy.
 
Soon, the nymph caught her up and took her hand. Not long after, Mor'wen was starting to pull Sia along. Although the nymph was increasingly lethargic, not rising until an hour after lunch and beginning to fall asleep at the dinner table, she was getting faster. Still she had the head sized bosom and the full stomach, but her thighs were slimming and her pace quickening relative to Sia who although steadier on her feet was now carrying a layer of soft fat all over.
 
'I was never a big reader, not really,' Mor'wen yawned, already tired, 'but, I did peruse it a bit after the start of my exile. However...there are certain sections I want you to check out.'
 
'Like what?' Sia asked, breathing a little hard, 'I was planning on looking for things like military tactics, the actions of great king's in the past, religious treatises. I will need to win a kingdom and protect it, to make sure that you are accepted, to figure out how I can somehow get a nymph recognized as consort.'
 
'All well and good and that's there, several sections of law and history and religion were prepared for the royal couple,' the nymph yawned, then adjusted her own short dress over her belly.
 
Mor'wen had eaten heavily at lunch, she hadn't cleaned her plate but it was enough to strain a normal woman, and was bloated as a result. Sia watched the nymph's gut jiggle with ever step of her strangely slimming thighs. Her lover, and what an odd thought that was, insisted she was in the midst of slimming down and some how, despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating dinner the Nymph's legs were shrinking. But her belly and breasts, which Mor'wen insisted were withering, showed no sign of shrinking despite careful observation on Sia's part.
 
'I want you to look at porn,' Mor'wen continued as the two walked into the library at last and she activated its magic lights.
 
'At what?', Sia asked, stopping in her tracks at the sight about room.
 
It was a big room, not as big as the dining hall but big. Racks stretched on, stone racks that bore books of thin bronze pages, which was expected given the fae' shared of iron and distaste over paper. 
 
'Books about fucking. About all kinds of fucking. Being fucked by women, being fucked by men, orgies, fetishes, masturbation. Getting tied up, getting humiliated, getting fed, getting ordered. Or doing them to others. The Ever Queen didn't want her daughter and son in law to be bored,' the nymph said, somewhat groggily as she walked towards one row of books, 'some are just pictures, some are stories. Some are both. Ugh, I'm ready for bed.'
 
'Why do you want me to read these?' Sia asked in a small voice, 'I'm a paladin...a future queen by your words, it would be improper for me to be reading ...that.'
 
'Because you've spent your whole life living like a nun. No pleasure, no joy,' Mor'wen yawned, walking over to a couch and laying down, 'I want you to know what you want. You could barely admit you like my tits, I want you to be filled with ideas on how to pleasure me and be pleasured by me. To have some idea of what you want to do with me when you're finally strong enough to not die when we fuck. Now, I'm going to sleep and you...if I wake up and you aren't exploring your body and expanding the dirty part of your mind I will be cross.'
 
Snores announced that the nymph was soon asleep. Sia cautiously padded over to the racks, grabbing several heavy books. At least this would exercise her arms, she thought as she walked over to another couch and sat down under the pure wizard light.
 
As she sat, a bowl appeared on a side table full of strawberries. Sia didn't feel hungry but after a moment she found her fingers holding a large, perfectly red strawberry. As she ate it, she realized that the book detailed the tale of a nymph captured by a handsome Hunter and his shrewish wife and how the beautiful fae had to slave away milking cows and baking pies while she plotted her freedom which involved...
 
'Oh my,' the paladin blushed, biting down on the berry.
 
 

 

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“I will bring them here, kind, chaste and hopeful followers of the five goddesses and together we will corrupt them into cruel, lustful cynics worshipping the powers of hell.'” – This deal sounds very realistic. I guess that’s how politics is really done. 😎

Keep up the good work.

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Chapter 14: soft legs

Mor'wen woke up, yawning so deep her jaw popped. She wiped sweat off her forehead and cursed at her body, always in winter she grew abominably warm when sleeping. It was one reason why her weight plummeted during the season and she hated it for that.
 
'Sia?' She groaned, 'where are you?'
 
Her lover didn't answer, which was worrying. The restless Paladin might be pacing. Or worse, doing calisthenics. The fool, she needed to be resting!
 
And eating.
 
So she could fully recover...after getting nice and plump...
 
Nipples hard against her dress, the nymph easily got up, stretching her arms as she rose gracefully from the library couch. Stiff, Mor'wen stretched backwards, feeling her back pop in a chain reaction. Being as top heavy as she was, and short, the Nymph was beginning to experience some back pain from her stature and told herself she needed to do some exercises to strengthen herself.
 
As she stretched, her dress rose up a little bit over her still bloated belly. She rubbed it, enjoying how it was still soft and dreading how it would soon flatten. It tended to shrink third, first her thighs slimmed until they had a gap, then her hips narrowed into hard girlishness, before her belly began to flatten. After that her breasts would start to shrink, withering into firm little handfuls.
 
When spring came, the nymph would be more lithe and graceful than any human could imagine. She'd have a twenty inch waist, narrow thighs, tiny arms, a flat butt and narrow hips. Her breasts would be mosquito bites and the urge, the urge to dance, to fuck and to hunt would be insurmountable. 
 
But not yet, right now although her thighs were slimming, firming, she was still soft bellied and huge breasted. An athlete taking a break from training, a dancer being spoiled by her patron, a mistress enjoying a promotion to wife, last year's debutante with a new mothers stomach.
 
'You've been eating well this winter, haven't you?' Mor'wen teased her still full paunch, 'Let's go find our lover.'
 
Sia was asleep, sprawled at a stone desk with her slippered feet up on the surface while she slumped in a hair. Her long skirt had slid down to her hips, at last giving Mor'wen a sight of the paladin's transformed stems.
 
'So that's what you've been hiding under the skirt...,' Mor'wen smiled, 'my my my, someone's got thick thighs.'
 
The Paladin had had runners legs when Mor'wen had seen her first: sculpted calves, slender knees, graceful ankles and hard, firm thighs. It took effort for a woman to get thighs like that, a lot of effort to be that lean. Mor'wen was proud of her own legs and liked being soft, but if she'd had legs that spectacular she would never have worn anything but a thong to show them off.
 
'Could you...might you become a pear?' The Nymph asked softly, running her orange eyes up and down Sia's long legs.
 
Sia's bottom half utterly lacked muscle tone, it was a pure jiggle from slipper to hip. Her thighs had changed shape, going from muscularly bulky with long flat planes along the quads and trim inseams to round, with fat bulges along the quads and a sure lack of thigh gap, just like Mor'wen's still barely did. There was an odd patterning on the Aasimar's pale lower thighs, almost like tiny craters. The knight's knees weren't as easy to see under a soft layer of fat. Hard calves were gone, turning into the beginnings of indelicate cankles. Her upper body might be soft, almost chubby, but what was beneath the waist was fully plump.
 
'I'd need to see your ass though and your hips,' the fae giggled, 'too bad I can't get up in time to see you bathe...but is that a new bulge to that belly? I wonder, did you snack?'
 
Sia's lips were red, berry red and the bowl at the desk was heavy with the tops of strawberries. She had eaten well, a good snack full of vitamins and natural sugars. And a lot of it judging by her bloated gut, which had reached its usual post meal roundness.
 
'Someone's getting bad habits,' Mor'wen smiled, sashaying up to Sia and planting a kiss on her red lips.
 
Sia's eyes snapped open in mild surprise, almost toppling but putting her feet down and she returned the kiss and daringly, wrapped her arms around Mor'wen, pulling her in close. Mor'wen followed, throwing a thigh over Sia's soft legs and sitting in her lap, finishing the kiss and putting a hand on Sia's shoulders.
 
'Did you have a fun day?' Mor'wen cooed, pressing in close and kissing her again before pulling back, 'Did you...touch yourself?'
 
The pale woman's fuller cheeks flushed red, 'I...no. Not at all. I got a little excited, but...'
 
'Well, there's always after dinner love,' the Nymph teased, putting her breasts near Sia's face, 'but first, it's time for a quiz for you.'
 
'A quiz?' Sia asked, delightfully nervous, 'about what?'
 
'A quiz all about you,' Mor'wen laughed, 'about what you like and when you figured it out. Are you ready?'
 
'What do I get if I succeed?' The paladin asked.
 
'You get...desert,' she smiled at the Aasimar.
 
'Desert?' The younger woman looked at the fae puzzled.
 
'While blind folded, tied up and naked,' Mor'wen said, running a nail along Sia's cheek, 'because that's something I like, to have a woman helpless and at my mercy.'
 
The paladin flushed, deeply, 'In that case, ask away.'
 
'When did you first know you liked girls?' Mor'wen pressed.
 
'Three years ago, it was the first time I couldn't deny it,' Sia shivered, 'I was sparring with another paladin, practicing wrestling and...she'd just given birth. She'd lost most of the weight already but her chest was still heavy and as we were wrestling...'
 
Mor'wen thrust her chest into Sia's face, both bursting out laughing at the sudden interruption.
 
'So, we've established you like tits,' Mor'wen went on, pulling back before things went too far, 'what about boys? Do you like boys too or just girls?'
 
'Maybe,' the knight said bashfully, 'the stories I was reading were exciting throughout, I might but they couldn't be another knight. I've seen too many try and impress me or out do me. If I did, it'd be someone who was gentle and humble. Does that bother you?'
 
'No, it's not bad or good,' Mor'wen shrugged, making her breasts bounce, 'it just is. A lot of people are like that, but don't admit it. Now...what about a kink?'
 
'A kink?' The paladin asked with a raised eyebrow.
 
'Hmmm, you're not ready for that then,' Mor'wen smiled, 'but as an example, what if I told you that I would gain forty pounds by spring? Or fifty? What about a hundred? Would I still be attractive? Don't spare my feelings, be honest.'
 
'I'm ...I'm sure I would,' Sia admitted, 'you're so ...Oh Io, how can I say this...you're so pillowy. You're so soft and feminine and full and squishy.'
 
Mor'wen kissed her, deeply and made Sia put a hand to her belly, 'I think that we will get on wonderfully then.'
 
To her surprise, Sia kissed her and squeezed, almost too hard.
 
'There's one issue though...,' Sia admitted.
 
'What's that?'
 
'I already ate dinner,' the paladin shrugged, 'while I read. The dining hall delivered it to my desk as I wished it.'
 
'Well then, good thing we have time for a second dinner then,' Mor'wen smiled gleefully.
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Chapter 15: A Queen is readied

'Attend me,' Regina commanded with an imperious tone, stepping from the steaming waters of her private bath like Vena, goddess of fertility:regal, beautiful, powerful...
 
and round bellied.
 
It was an early morning and an open court day, a day to hear petitions and spend time with her new ladies, to begin their journey down the road to corruption, to seize her youth and power back permanently, to put the obese sow of a treasurer in her place for good. For Regina this was her battlefield and she was prepared and armored for it like any knight readying to face the devil blood host. She stood naked and dripping for only a heart beat, before a small army of maids descended upon her.
 
The girls, interchangeable young beauties of common but excellent birth with curled hair and black uniforms, rushed to follow her order, producing the lightest and fluffiest towels in the kingdom. Gently, they wiped the Dowager's delicate skin dry in moments with carefully measured rubs. A silky robe lined with fur was produced and wrapped around the Queen's soft skin, her most senior maid closing the flaps around her belly and tying it with a silk belt.
 
'Loosen it,' Regina ordered immediately as the belt pinched her stomach.
 
'Umm, the cord...,' the maid answered, a chestnut haired girl whose name Regina had forgotten.
 
'What about the cord, you fumbling little slut?' Regina asked.
 
'Seems to have shrank in the wash, I'll fetch a longer one,' the maid squeaked, hurrying away with tears in her eyes.
 
'Never mind her,' Regina snarled, closing her robe and carefully buttoning it, 'hair and make up. Now.'
 
The Queen strutted down to her vanity, sitting upon a preferred stool. Maids began combing her hair, rubbing sweet oils into her perfect locks and brushing until it seemed to shimmer. Two with extremely dexterous fingers began carefully tying a hundred tiny diamonds to her long hair so it would glitter in truth.
 
As they did, other maids began sitting out Regina's make up. Most of it was of a preservative nature, even with a measure of youth restored the dowager was careful of her looks, but she favored some light eye shadow and powder even at the best of times. The make up artists, experts in their craft as much as any painting master and as such allowed to stay on at the creaking age of 22, began dipping their brushes only to be interrupted by a loud growl, arresting as the warning purr of a lioness.
 
Well trained as they were, none of the maids said a word or glanced at the Dowager's stomach. A plate of blue berry tarts, bite sized morsels laid out ten by ten, was set up on a folding tray. One maid began slowly bringing the treats up to Regina's mouth, which opened to receive them automatically and chewed carefully, delicately, sensuously...but quickly.
 
Her gain, the Queen reflected as she ate, was a very mixed bag but leaning to the bad. Weight called weight, the heavier she grew seemingly the easier it was to further expand. The five pounds she'd gained summoning the succubi had punted her out of the loathsome 130s into the hideous 140s, furthered by five more rapidly accumulating pounds from her youth ritual. 
 
As a positive note, the very slight softening of her face made her look a little younger than thirty. The miniscule folds and fine lines Regina had even at three physical decades were partly smoothed away by the little layer of softness. Aside that, only expecting three more ritual pounds was the sole benefit.
 
'You may wish to close your eyes, your highness,' one of the make up artists Said, 'we are about to apply the eye shadow.'
 
It was a careful statement, phrased as very much not any sort of command. Regina deigned to close her eyes as the unicorn hair brushes began brushing her face, glad she did not have to resist looking at her disgusting bulge of a gut.
 
One of many down sides was the  Queen was prone to padding fat around her waist. It was not that her legs, hips, breasts or arms were unaffected by the revolting transformation, but her stomach stood out Beyond all else. Four weeks earlier, it was perfectly concave, flanked by easily seen ribs and hard pelvic bones.
 
Now though, it was a soft paunch out as far as her small breasts when she stood and a good sized roll that touched her upper thigh when she sat. Regina bloated easy after eating, but even upon awakening the Dowager's belly stuck out as far as her breasts. It was a problem area that obliterated her perfect silhouette with a chubby, awkward gut that bore silvery stretch marks from its rapid growth. Awkward love handles were growing above her hips, ribs were replaced with squishy side rolls whenever she twisted and her once tiny waist line was broadening and rising every morning Her natural waist had gone from a waspish narrowing just above her hips to a very gentle taper at her belly button.
 
Anger rippled through her as the Queen was carefully fed tart after tart. With each bite, the woman was feeling her own stomach bloat out further, straining the gold buttons of the red robe. It enraged her, but she knew that if the ritual weight gain wasn't rapidly achieved her false youth would fade away to nothing and leave her to deal with the additional poundage.
 
Three more pounds. That's all she needed. Once she'd ballooned up to 143, then she could start dieting.
 
'We are done your highness,' the make up artist informed her.
 
Regina opened her green eyes, examining her face. The technicians had done well, putting a maiden's blush to her cheeks that hid their slight puffiness and a good contouring on her chin that drew the eye up from the fat accumulating around it. But the miniscule signs of aging were hidden with eye shadow and unless one looked very carefully, the Queen looked perfectly preserved both in years and weight. Above And around her face, her hair gleamed with jewels.
 
'Excellent, you may feel proud of your work,' Regina told them, 'underwear.'
 
The Queen stood and maids began unbuttoned her robe. It was an uncomfortable action, as the robe was made for a woman with a 22 inch waist, not a swollen paunch. The gold buttons were tight against the robe and despite the dexterity of her maids it took several tugs to get them undone. At last it was gone, the robe taken away as more maids rushed up with her panties.
 
Only with will did she prevent a frown as she revealed herself fully. The emptied tart tray had combined with her already present tummy bulge to create an awkwardly heavy gut. A glance in the mirror showed that the squadron of maids were steadfastly looking elsewhere.
 
Regina realized with anger that her old plan of firing any maid above twenty two had backfired. Designed as a policy to make her seem surrounded by youth, it had worked too well as she lost control of her own aging. Apart from the vanished make up artist she, even with the false youth and make up, was older than all of them by ten years and stood out like a sore thumb.
 
They were uniformly in black skirt and white tops, with trim legs held in black hose and flat bellies above the flare of the skirts. Regina's command that they eat well had had no time to take effect, what was occasional snacking for two weeks on bodies that spent all day on their feet? In comparison, Regina looked bloated and heavy. No longer was she so lithe of body that an on looker would not believe she had two grown children. No, the Queen's belly was so distended it would be difficult to persuade a stranger that she wasn't pregnant now. She looked a matron, one who had not fully let herself go or gotten herself with child again, but a matron none the less.
 
Even her ban on make up for those below the rank of Lord or Lady had backfired. So what if the maids had no make up, it had no effect on a truly fresh face. But her own rouge, powder and mascara made Regina look like she was hiding something.
 
'What are you all looking at? Fetch my neglige,' Regina snapped.
 
The panties were fresh stitched by the Queen's personal seamstresses out of lace, with silk ribbon ties. Taken from measurements a day before, they fit perfectly on her soft cheeks. As such, there were no reminders over her how her small and pert posterior had gained the quantifier 'for her age.'
 
Nor, thanks to its adjustable snap, was there an issue with her garder belt when it was buttoned on above the panties. The belt was new and there fore wouldn't show several over stretched button holes. It did however, fit snugly against her puffy upper pelvic area instead of resting on her hips.
 
Stockings were brought up, of lace dyed red and yellow. Regina stepped into them one leg at a time, the maids sliding them up to her thighs and buttoning them to the garters. She had not gained much weight in her legs, but her upper thighs bulged atop the stockings where once they had not.
 
'Would, would you like a bra milady?' Her senior maid asked softly.
 
'Do you think I need a bra?' Regina asked.
 
The Royal breasts had added an inch to their bustline during her earlier gain, but all of the Queen's further gains had gone beneath them.
 
'Why no but it might depend on your dress...some are new fashions that require support for even the trimmest figure..., they're quite unrealistic in some ways,' the servant said carefully, not saying the 'fat' word.
 
Regina took the hint, 'Get the corset.'
 
None of the maids said a word as they all departed to fetch the device from its hiding place within Regina's labrythine closet. The Queen was left alone in the reflection, her gut bulge an accusation of how her careful balancing act seemed to be collapsing in on itself. She was not here for long there, her maids hurried back with the corset, a dragon bone, mithril Rod and mega spider silk garment worth thrice more than a knight's warhorse.
 
Regina had not needed to wear it for two years, when the end of her regency had necessitated several spells in rapid succession  to insure it would be temporary. Careful not to pinch, nor even touch the Queen's soft waist, the corset was fitted over the Royal torso, stretching from armpit to just above her privates. The maids began drawing the silken cord that ran through the bronze eyelets in front of the corset tight and Regina felt the torture device pinch. Tighter and tighter it drew, pressing her chest higher and flattening her waist down into a maiden's measurements.  
 
Of course, she was now unable to bend over and barely able to breathe, but that was irrelevant.
 
'Get my dress, the Royal one,' Regina ordered, softly.
 
The Royal Dress, with capital letters, was remade every few months to fit Regina skin tight and accept the latest fashions. Following her own daring style, the blue, red and gold gown was bustled in the back, showed off her legs in the front and cut low to show the firm bulbs of the queen's cleavage. Always, it and its predecessors had brought the Queen luck. After putting on her favorite gold toed shoes, the dress was set in front of the queen and she stepped into it.
 
Lace, cotton and silk was slid up Regina's legs, meeting slight resistance at her hips before sliding over them. It was buttoned behind her neck and the maids began carefully doing up the back as Regina looked at herself in the mirror, appearing regal and shapely at last, the vision of beauty. The maids kept tugging, trying to get the back buttons together.
 
'What is the problem?' Regina snapped.
 
'The...new girls are unused to the snaps,' the same chestnut haired maid piped up, 'I'll ensured they're docked a month's pay milady!'
 
Regina stood for a moment, hearing not a single snap pop home. Time passed on and the start of court neared.
 
'What is the hold up?' Regina said.
 
'Umm...it appears the seamstresses got the measurements wrong,' the maid offered, 'it would be far too baggy...'
 
The forceful tugs did not suggest looseness of any type. There was at last the pop of a fastening that was quickly repeated as the button failed to hold.
 
'I thought it had been modified,' the Queen snarled, 'I gave orders as such.'
 
'Yes, they must have bungled it,' the maid lied, a blatant fib to cover Regina's ego, one she accepted, 'but how about the lioness gown?'
 
'Fine, but you are making me late,' the dowager snarled.
 
The lucky Royal Dress with its blue silk and red lace was removed and hurried away, the maids knowing that the Queen sighting it for some time would be unfortunate for them. Instead the lioness gown, one patterned to look like a regal dire lion was brought out. It slid well onto Regina's corseted figure and buttoned without much effort.
 
The maid sighed, happy she had suggested to the seamstresses that the Queen's second favorite dress be extra relaxed. It fit like a glove and the draping effect of its lion headed cape hid the gaping in the buttons and how the corset lace beneath them didn't quite bring the two halves fully together.
 
'Gloves, rings and scepter,' Regina ordered, the silk gloves, jeweled rings and the scepter were soon at hand, 'and the crown.'
 
The regents crown was smaller than a full monarch's, lined with emeralds instead of sapphires, but it suited the Queen's jade eyes perfectly.
 
'Come, your...your foolishness has made us late,' the queen fumed, 'my new ladies will be waiting.'
 
Queen Regina swept out in a rustle of silk. Her day was busy, she had the corruption of a dozen virgins to begin, the undermining of every facet of her own daughter and the installation of a new War-Duke.
 
Her maid, , sat down among the other servants. The stress of serving the Queen personally was barely worth the pay and the beautiful regent was acting viciously snappish. Perhaps she needed to eat more...
 
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In my weary, overworked state, I only just-now realized that Mor'wen probably adores Sia's gain so much because she herself wished she could gain so easily in winter 😖 That explains a lot. What it doesn't explain is how Sia's gains are going to convert into gainz so she can be a proper knight-errant for her... or is there another plan Mor'wen has in mind?

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Okay. All of a sudden, I found myself alone and seized the opportunity to finally sketch something quick. I swear, I’m a better artist, but who knows when they’ll come back? 

Anyway, here’s Sia staggering up to Mor’wen while she’s bathing. I’d add more details but, you know, can’t risk drawing more than an hour 😬

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On 1/12/2019 at 7:02 PM, >_< 0_0 said:

Okay. All of a sudden, I found myself alone and seized the opportunity to finally sketch something quick. I swear, I’m a better artist, but who knows when they’ll come back? 

Anyway, here’s Sia staggering up to Mor’wen while she’s bathing. I’d add more details but, you know, can’t risk drawing more than an hour 😬

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This is great! Very much like i'd pictured it!

 

Going to restart this again soon. I was having some problems for a while, but the itch is scratching again.

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and back, shorter than normal but I'm trying to work back into the groove while keeping the Sia-Morwen-Regina formula(for now. There'll be a 'Regina's victims' chapter after her next one.'

 

Chapter 17: Confession

Five weeks after the King's death

 

'What is this?' Sia asked, trying to make herself comfortable in her chair.

Well, not her seat in truth. The rapidly recovering paladin lay reclined on a fur padded stone slab that was in truth quite comfortable. It was her clothes and her meal that were giving her so many problems, especially in combination. The paladin spent an hour or more every morning stitching together new skirts for herself and was getting quite good at it. At Mor'wen's insistence, the Asimar was shortening their hem substantially, while adding in pleats and slits. But the dresses couldn't keep up with her rapidly spreading bulk, not even the most relaxed waist band could take however many meals a day Sia's new appetite demanded of her. Her third lunch that day of greasy boar ribs was stretching the fabric near sheer, despite unbuttoning it and undoing the cloth belt it pinched against the knight's now vulnerable flesh, leaving red rings on the alabaster skin.

'This is your diet plan for the next week,' Mor'wen chuckled, leaning in close and planting a kiss on Sia's lips while handing her a slate covered in chalky writing.

'A dozen fried eggs for first breakfast, a salted salmon, spinach and pepper six egg omelet for second breakfast, two bowls of candied cherries for brunch, a wrack of elk ribs for first lunch,' the dark haired warrior woman read off, jaw dropping in incredulity, 'Mor'wen, if I eat all of this I'll explode! Or worse, I'll live and have to work it off.'

'Please, have some faith in yourself,' the nymph giggled, planting hands on her hips in a manner that would seem determined if her own lunch swelled belly wasn't poking out past her enviably heavy breasts, 'I'm certain you can eat all of this by the time I wake up and we start on the hard stuff.'

Sia wasn't sure on that. Her lover, and the word caught in her throat even when not spoken, wasn't getting up earlier than one anymore and it took her an hour of groggy grumbling in the bathing chamber to be sociable afterwards. Without the nymph's magical touch soothing her belly, Sia wasn't certain she'd make it past brunch on this diet.

'And a week from now, when I'm huffing and puffing down the halls, what then?' Sia grunted, gesturing to herself, 'Hauling even more than this!'

Another week of decadent gorging had further padded out the once muscular paladin. Her cheeks were puffy now, with a noticeable bulge under her chin. Once hard shoulders were soft with blubber and her trim sword's woman's arms now jiggled with extra fat from flabby tricep to chubby fingers. Sia's breasts had stayed large, slightly saggy handfuls, while beneath them the chubby little belly Mor'wen had teased was now a food baby stretched out to near term.

Her once boyish hips were blowing up under the deluge of fattening food Mor'wen was already having her eat, widening by the day to resemble the girth of a prosperous merchant wife with six children. Her long runner's legs were drowning in weak lard, to the point she was waddling, truly waddling all the time. She was fairly certain she was now moving slower than when she'd first awoken, her still weak muscles suddenly having to deal with a rapid onslaught of adipose. When she sat, which was often, the Paladin found herself rising higher on her inflating buns, her soft cheeks making anything comfortable.

'Why, I imagine I'll be watching most joyfully, my strong knight,' Mor'wen teased, bending down and kissing her again, hands roving over Sia's  upper body, 'I must design your work out attire though! I want to see you jiggle with every step, my well fed love! To sweat and waddle and heave, every delicious ounce of you wobbling, having turned into a ....Ohhhh green goddess I could come now...'

Sia felt the heat rise to her face, and not just from Mor'wen's nails, to the point she had to look away. Perhaps confessing her love of romance novels where the heroine gained weight hadn't been a good idea to the deviously sexual fae...but on the other hand, War God Io preserve her, when else would she get this chance again?

'I'm sorry, did I make it weird?' Mor'wen asked, 'I didn't want to make it seem weird. Only you told me about this and I wanted to let you embrace it...did I push it too far with the humiliation part?'

'No, no. Okay, a little,' Sia admitted, slowly rolling her overfed body up, 'I told you what I wanted its only...'

'What?' Mor'wen questioned, plopping her comparatively narrow hips next to Sia, 'Please, I just want you to be happy!'

This was strange, the type of emotional pleading Sia rarely saw from the nymph. Fickle the fae were noted to be by every folk tale, but in the past week the usually ice willed Mor'wen was becoming increasingly emotional. Perhaps it was some sort of seasonal change, but the take charge lady of fall was increasingly obsessed with Sia's pleasure. A week of making the paladin gorge constantly while attending to her every need seemed to be attuning the nymph to her, making her obsessed with pleasing Sia. There were a few other changes too: the nymph's legs were downright svelte now and her stomach, although still soft, looked slightly less full. Sia found herself strangely disappointed by that.

'No, there's no need for apologies,' the paladin explained, again shifting her skirt's hem against the stuffed bulk of her waist, 'I think I was wrong.'

'Wrong?' Mor'wen asked, 'about your kink? You don't like the stuffing and weight gain?'

'No, no I think I do,' the paladin shook her head, thinking of her trips to the library which increased daily, both the duration of her stay and how long it took her softening legs to carry her.

'I know I do, really though Mor'wen its that,' Sia paused, blushing and looking away, 'this will sound crazy.'

'What? What is it?' Mor'wen demanded, puffing herself up and amber eyes blazing with imperious attitude all of a sudden, 'Don't leave me waiting!'

'Its that I don't want to be the one getting fatter,' Sia told her, placing her soft hand on Mor'wen's stomach.

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Unless I have missed something, there is a slight error - Chapters: 15, 17. There is no chapter 16.

Unfortunately editing seems to be impossible after a few hours.

 

Chapter 17: the real one.

'I don't want to be the one being fatter,' the Paladin said, face red as a beet.

Mor'wen raised a thin eye brow at her lover, taking in the prone woman in her ill fitting short skirt and top. Sia was plump and fluffy, with weak chubby legs, wobbly matron hips, the over round hips of a baker's wife, a food swollen pot belly, heavy breasts and arms starting to sag. When the nymph had met her, Sia had possessed a body of steel, one as impressive as a nymph taking up the summer aspect of war. But Mor'wen had changed that, under her guidance, surrounded by food and banned from exercise Sia had transformed: the sinewy woman had become a soft bodied marshmellow with the bad habits of a born fat girl. The Nymph was proud of every jiggly pound added and every pale inch accumulated, she had saved the injured Aasimar after all, she had taken that muscular clay and shaped it to a lazy perfection that would soon be ready to sample.

'You...you...don't want to get fatter?' Mor'wen gasped, feeling her eyes water.

With every new ounce, a dream had grown in Mor'wen's mind. When winter was over and her spells truly restored, she would make Sia a Queen just like the Aasimar wanted. But instead of the stern warrior queen the Aasimar still foolishly thought of herself as, she would be a kind, gentle ruler who ruled with a soft touch. Decadent and serene, she'd sit easily upon a frequently widened throne and fret of nothing but being measured for new gowns, being pampered with the newest delicacies and bearing children that carefully curated studs would fill her up with in that thin window of time she was still small enough to carry them safely. Mor'wen would make sure nothing would bother the Aasimar's chubby face, using her magic and an army of ents and dryads to enforce her rule and guide the humans towards the natural course of things.

'Its not that I don't like eating,' Sia tried explaining, the overfed woman slowly getting to her feet, putting thicker fingers on her paunch, 'It will be an Io sent miracle for me to not have a gut, let alone see my abdominals again. I've admitted to myself I might never be as thin as I was again. And I like the softness, I like how you touch me and I like actually having tits. I don't think I should get any bigger and I need to firm up but...'

No! She was going to burn off all that glorious fat! All of that soft squish! All of that jiggly bulk! That wobbly mass? She'd be athletic and angular, instead of chubby cheeked and doughy thighed! No it was a crime, a crime Mor'wen would never get to shove her face between those pillowy thighs, to see how much of those swollen teats could fit into her mouth...

'when I first saw you, I couldn't look away from how soft you were...from how you belly brushed on your thighs when you sat up. When I thought I was dying, I looked over as you walked, and with every bounce I thought you were an angel, sent to carry me up to heaven...' the paladin stammered, so overwhelmed she couldn't look the nymph in her eyes.

Didn't she understand? Mor'wen just wanted her to be safe. To be sedate and serene, with trusted guards and strong walls far from danger. If she was fit, the paladin would probably rush off somewhere and get herself hurt. And then Mor'wen would be alone again...

'I've thought, since I was reading those books that maybe...and I know you said it will be hard for you this time of year...,' Sia kept trying to say, clearly perturbed by the nymph's teary eyes and silent response, 'but I was wondering if you wanted to try gaining weight...'

And she wouldn't be alone. Not again. Not if she had to stuff Sia into a giant pillowy blob too fat to even roll over and kept healthy with every ounce of magical power mor'wen could cast...

'I...I have some conditions,' Mor'wen stammered, pressing into the taller woman, feeling her own soft tummy push against the warrior woman's plush former abs, while her face moistened Sia's now full cleavage.

'Okay, I didn't want to make you cry,' the paladin told her, 'I just...you asked me to tell you what I wanted and I thought you liked being plump...'

'Its not that I don't like it, its that its hard for me to do it this time of year,' Mor'wen stammered, wiping her eyes with one hand and putting an arm around Sia's big hips, 'I've been eating like a pig this winter, like I usually do in spring and I'm still losing weight! Not as much as last winter, but look at my legs!'

She stuck out a thigh, the limb looking toned as a runners despite her still plush belly.

'If you can't...well, I understand...I mean, I still think you're gorgeous and you've been so kind to me,' Sia tried to say, but Mor'wen shushed her.

'There's something I can do, it'll be difficult but there's an option. An option I hate, one I'd really hate,' the Nymph grudgingly mused to herself, 'you know how much I like being plush, but i still don't want to do it. In return...'

'What? Name it and I'll do it,' Sia promised.

'I can...ewww...become human. For a few months. I'll lose all my magic. My hair will just hang their. I'll age a couple months,' Mor'wen stammered, 'but I can get as fat as I want until I go back to normal.'

'You'd do that for me?' Sia asked, 'you can do that?'

'Its all experimental, but I can,' Mor'wen said, 'and in exchange...you can't lose any weight.'

Now it was Sia's turn to be shocked, 'Mor'wen, I need to get in shape. I have to save the kingdom, lives might be on the line!'

'And you dont need to lose this to get strong,' the nymph harrumphed, pinching Sia's full gut with her hair, 'you can do all the push ups and weight lifting you want, but just keep this big layer of poofiness all over it, right? I'll get fatter for you, if you stay chubby for me for a while. Just while we're in the cavern. Deal?'

'I...sure, I can do that,' Sia said with a nervous swallow.

Mor'wen hugged the paladin, wrapping her arms around her and taking in all of the hefty warrior's out of shape glory. Sia hugged her back, making the Nymph give a secret smile.

Spending a couple months as a human would be worth insuring Sia continued ballooning.

 

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Chapter 18: The Queen's Ladies

An observer walking into the Royal Courtroom of the Savona would be struck by many things:

*the armored, masked Queen guards ringing every exit with halberds in hand.

*the stupefying displays of extravagant wealth, be they marble statues of the Queen by master artists, gold chandeliers, cups and plates and tapestries stitched by hundreds of expert seamstresses.

*the blinding color of expensive gowns strapped, buckled, laced and in a few cases actually stitched over the bodies of the ladies in waiting.

*the diverse and dazzling beauty of each girl, all freshly eligible daughters of the richest merchants and nobility of the upper classes. Although they varied in apperance, some pale, some dark, some tall, some short, some curvaceous and some slender, some athletes and some scholars, any young man viewing them would have thought himself transported to some sort of very feminine heaven.

*that those ladies in waiting were themselves be lovingly waited on by devilishly handsome young men who attended them with slavish devotion.

*the staggering amount of food at hand, all of it being transferred by those handsome young men into those beautiful young women to the detriment of those pretty gowns.

'This is not exactly what I had imagined court to be,' Lillian admitted, popping a chocolate covered orange slice into her mouth.

She'd always loved chocolate covered oranges, but her mother (a social climbing rich merchant wife who had previously been a dancer) had always told her she'd get fat on them. It didn't seem likely to Lillian though, she was a dainty young woman just over five feet in height and a hundred or so pounds in weight. Vastly intelligent, the skinny blonde was bookish and shy, preferring reading over much else. But she was also delicate and graceful, with long strawberry curls, big green eyes  and sharp, delicate features that some men seemed to prefer, despite her lack of curves

'Really? What did you think it would be like?' her friend Sosa asked, looking across the room where her current beau was filling up a plate of stuffing, mashed potatoes, basted boar and crispy turkey for her.

Sosa was another merchant's daughter, flirtatious and sociable she was also a rising beauty: medium height, with exotic dark skin, kinky hair and firm, athletic curves. She liked to ride and to dance and even to cross swords on occasion, far more confident than Lillian she was forthright and confident. Rising could be meant literally, Lillian thought, as she watched Sosa's caramel breasts rise and fall from the low cut top of her skin tight dress. Her friend had always been curvaceous but she'd also been very athletic, with strong arms and a lean jaw, but in the last week or so her chest seemed to have been swelling more and more every moment, which distracted Lillian more and more. She'd long felt a little attracted to her friend, who's athletic beauty appealed to her sensibilities, but as the athletic part faded she was only becoming more attracted.

'Oh, you know. That there would be law cases and strategy meetings, my mother said it would be useful before I entered the magic university, but instead its a giant party,' Lillian said, waving her hand at the seemingly permanent festival atmosphere, 'and I thought there'd be less food.'

'Well, I'm glad you're not in charge of planning court then,' Sosa giggled, 'I like it this way. All parties and dancing.'

There had been a lot of dancing on the first day, but it seemed less and less movement was happening among the ladies as time went on as they demanded second servings instead of waltzes. Even Sosa, who lived for movement, didn't seem to mind, spending more and more time with one handsome man. The young knights that waited upon almost all the young women were gallant and bold and loved to read each girl their favorite love poems while bringing them treats of their favorite snacks at all hours. Sosa's knight was Sir Czerno, a dashing slightly foreign knight who returned with his strong arm bearing a small platter of boar, cheese, apples and cherry pie and a smile across his handsome features that made even Lillian's legs tremble in her seat.

'Ah, my enchanting one,' the knight smiled, taking Sosa's proffered hand and kissing her daringly bare arm from wrist to shoulder, then up her neck and to her lips, where he lingered some time, 'my heart ached to be away from you for so long.'

'Oh, mine as well,' Sosa' sighed, brown face splitting into a white smile and as he sat, sliding into his firm lap, 'soothe it with some of that roast.'

Lillian had a view of her friend's back, noticing that the laces on her gown were gaping excessively now. When the pair of them had gone into the tailors get fitted before coming to court, giggling with excitement, it had fit perfectly. Now it looked ready to pop off of her body and Lillian could see the shivers of pleasure go up her friend's back as she was fed by the knight's strong arm. The laces that were at her waist looked to be frayed.

'My favorite,' she smiled, adjusting her top which had come perilously close to falling off, 'oh, you know what i want so well already.'

'My lady, it is my purpose in life,' Czerno smiled and forked another strip of pork into Sosa's lips, 'to bring you all the pleasure you could ever know.'

'Well you're doing a great job,' Sosa grinned, 'oh look! They're bringing out pie! Get me a slice, then we can dance!'

'Of course, anything that you could ever want my little dodu,' Czerno smiled and kissed her again before leaving, 'but perhaps you should wait for your stomach to settle. You wouldn't want to get an upset tummy.'

He poked her stomach, which having previously been a completely flat, hard plane was now a slight slope, and kissed her.

'Oh you're right, silly me,' the dark girl grinned, kissing back, 'how about a ride tomorrow morning?'

'If you wish but...there's a troupe of actors coming to put on a show in the morning, just after breakfast. Wouldn't you like to see that?' Czerno suggested, 'we could curl up next together in the shadows and watch...'

'Hmmmm, that does sound nice,' Sosa admitted with a coy look, 'but perhaps some fencing after luncheon...'

'After the play I was thinking of some...private time. There's a very nice view from one of the high tower windows I've found,' the knight told her, 'a place where we're unlikely to be disturbed. We could bring a nice picnic basket for a private luncheon.'

'Sounds ravishing, I'm sure I'll bring a healthy appetite,' the merchant's daughter smiled, 'now get me my pie before its gone.'

Both girls watched his muscular ass press against his tights as he left, Sosa shoveling food into her mouth with an arm bereft of muscle tone. Her breasts bounced madly with the motion and beneath them Lillian noticed that Sosa's flat belly wasn't quite so flat anymore. Buttons ran up the side of her dress and the snaps just above her hip had come undone to expose some soft looking flesh and the calves and thigh shown by the slit of her skirt had lost their customary runner's muscles, looking full and decadent.

'Hey, that's mine,' Sosa grinned wolfishly as the last of the food disappeared between her lips, 'I've made sure of that.'

'But you're not married!' Lillian exclaimed quietly, 'and what if you get pregnant...'

'So? You need to relax and have a little fun Sosa. Don't be so uptight, the Queen gave me a potion to stop it,' her friend giggled, 'and besides, Czerno is a dear. He said we'll get married in spring so even if something does happen, I'll be wed before it shows.'

She already looked to be showing, Lillian thought. Her friend had lost years of hard earned muscle in days and was honestly looking a little plump. How sad for her, Lillian thought, some people had no self control. And her relationship with Czerno was disturbing, Sosa's strong will seemed to wither when around the knight and she went with whatever he said.

'Ah Lillian my heart's desire, forgive me for tarrying to be at your side,' Sir Belial said gently as he appeared at her side, muscular arm bearing a silver platter full of Lillian's favorite sweets, which was most kinds, 'the chefs had to bring in more of those lemon tarts and chocolate dunked oranges you so like.'

'It better have been worth the wait, Belial. I was here forever. And the tiramasu?' Lillian said haughtily, 'you know that's my favorite and better not have forgotten it.'

'A double helping,' he promised, raising a silver spoon piled high with the desert and plopping it into the shy girl's open mouth, 'and when  you're done with it all, I've brought favorite book of poems to you to soothe your stomach and a book of illustrations to whet your appetite.'

'Yummmm, now keep feeding me,' Lillian commanded, 'and tell me how you can't live with out me.'

'All my life before you was suffering,' Belial promised, 'but for tomorrow, I was thinking of this restaurant I know of. It has so many deserts and so many private, comfortable rooms.'

Lillian's pale features blushed at the memory of her first time a few days ago. Several others had followed since, all of them after several courses of deserts, and her head felt light. Her mother had always lectured what would happen to loose women, cast aside into convents to have their bastards and live out the rest of their lives scrubbing cold floors. But that would never happen to her, she was too careful and besides, the Queen had so kindly given her a potion that prevented such things. And even if it failed, Belial had promised to marry her in the spring.

Next to her, Sosa waited for her pie, while keeping an eye on her friend Lillian and Sir Belial. A strong willed girl her whole life, Sosa didn't trust how her gentle, sweet friend seemed instantly wrapped around this handsome boy's finger. Lillian's mother had been strict, controlling her diet to keep her thin and her reading habits to keep her pure, but Belial spoiled her constantly, giving her anything she asked for, doubled. The young woman' responded by growing increasingly spoiled and spiteful and well, by growing.

Maternal predictions about Lillian's sweet tooth were coming true with rapidity: her delicate cheeks were looking almost cherubic with new roundness, her skinny arms had gotten puffy and while her flat chest had blossomed out slightly, it was her previously wasp waist that was taking the brunt of the desert barrage. Lillian's twenty inch midrift had added half a foot of permanent diameter in less than two weeks, forming a belly that stretched her pink dress to the breaking point. Every button showed a substantial gap where her expanding flesh was forcing the silk apart and between skirt and top where Sosa could see fat oozing out, something she'd never expected to see on Lillian. It must be agonizing to wear, Sosa thought as she adjusted her dress to keep from popping out, how had Lillian not become aware of her increasing tubbiness? She needed to get her usually timid friend to do some exercise, as long as Lillian didn't respond too meanly (a thought that never would have crossed her mind before for several reasons) but before she could say anything though, Sir Czerno returned with her pie and all her thoughts turned to sweets and promises of love.

'Everything going well my darlings?" Regina asked, the Queen appearing behind them in a dazzling dress of gold that hid how she didn't dare try to bend over, 'Enough desert for you two?'

Both girls moaned in affirmation, their mouths full of sugar and fat.

'So happy to hear that, now I know you both have been working so hard at the courtly tasks I assigned you,' said Regina, who knew they hadn't lifted a finger, 'so tomorrow I'm giving you all the day off. Spend it however you wish but remember, always be careful.'

Regina said the last part with a conspiratorial wink, and her rounds having finished, returned to her throne against the wall.

At the back of the room, Queen Regina smiled, a spider at the center of a web. But unlike most spiders, she preferred to feed up the flies trapped in her strands before feeding upon them. The dozen girls she'd been forced to take on as ladies in waiting had moved from a loss to well... a gain. She smiled and took a sip of her wine as her prey continued to make her thinner which was needed desperately.

Regina's pale body was crammed into her largest dress, aided by two corsets wrapped tight around her middle. She couldn't do things like say, bend over or breathe deeply, but they prevented anyone from noticing the 150 lb ball of butter this plan had required she become. Summoning Incubi into reality wasn't exactly easy at the best of time, but she'd managed it while only adding a pound for each of the demons under her control.

They'd possessed a group of handsome knights newly arrived to court and then each had picked a new lady in waiting and moulded themselves to be perfect for them, the exact blend of handsome, permissive, controlling or praising needed to make the women fall head over heels into damnation. Each of them would have become a pillar of the community, but Regina had insured their futures would be rather different. She'd turn their vices into virtues, all while fattening the little sluts up and slimming herself down.

That girl over there, with her hand down her 'knight's pants and four deserts in her stomach? Had been planning on becoming a school teacher helping poor children next year, her selflessness would have helped thousands and made her a near saint. But thanks to Regina though she couldn't think about anyone but herself, having become disgustingly selfish in only days.

That young woman about to burst free of her formerly customary corset even as she drank her fifth glass of wine? Was a brilliant scholar who would have furthered research into mathematics for decades to come. She hadn't opened a book in days, instead preferring the drinks constantly offered by her lover. She was quite addicted to the strange wine and not noticing how it was making anything academic increasingly hard to think about, if she'd actually tried to do math now she would have found herself quite incapable of even simple calculations.

The very tall, graceful young woman with the rather daring pants just beginning to tighten around her still magnificent thighs? Becoming the best dancer in five hundred years was her fate, performing so beautifully as to inspire a thousand good works every performance. She'd spent most of the last week either on her rump or on her back at her seducer's urging and today while walking to the feast had stumbled for the first time in her life and her abdominals were no longer visible, she'd gained the most of any of them but her over six feet in height was camouflaging it for now. Regina was quite certain the girl would never dance again and be immobile within a few years, trapping on a bed.

The dark haired girl with the breasts about to pop out of her top and the flabby arms? Without this she'd have become a swords woman and mercenary leader, winning many battles for the side of righteousness before earning her place as an incorruptible politician. But thanks to gentle proding at the right time, her firm resolution and sense of self was withering away, she was becoming meek, cowardly and lazy.

Her friend next to her was a bookish, shy girl that would have become a powerful mage given her studies and was about to burst out of her dress. She'd still become one, but instead of a beacon of light she'd become cruel and sadistic, spitefully hurting others because she could, a dark magician. And the girl, Lillian was her name Regina thought, would do it while being rolly polly plump and being fully under Regina's control, her power bound to the Queen.

Each of the girls was fattening up as nicely as the Queen could have anticipated. Their wine was receiving a combination of alchemical drugs every day: metabolism and critical thinking supressants combined with appetite and libido boosters. Beyond horny, unable to think straight and with the appetites of teenagers and the metabolism of a woman just menopause it was no surprise bad decisions were being made.

In particular, they were receiving Regina's metabolism while she was busy possessing theirs, as they gained, she lost. Combined with the food and the lethargy it was no surprise the young beauties were packing on weight like no tomorrow. A casual glance around the court didn't see a single expensive dress, all made only a week ago, that actually fit comfortably.

Each of them had fallen into her trap of gluttony with perfection, which left only a few other steps for them to be hers, forever.

'Enjoy being slim while you can,' Regina smiled, 'the baby weight will ruin that...'

She wondered how many of the young women were falsely pregnant? Most of them by now, even though it was very early on, Incubi seed was potent and it made the woman's body believe she was carrying. Another month and they all certainly would be worrying, the perfectly crafted advances of their lovers, the frequent fucking and the faulty birth control potions Regina had provided would insure that there wasn't a virgin in the room now. She'd unfortunately had to earn each of their trust rather than furthering her own desires, but it was more than worth it. By that time they'd be wondering about when their monthly time would come and why it was late and Regina would take each one aside and ask if perhaps they'd let their gentleman have his way a bit much, you know those potions aren't always perfect...

'Then they'll break down in tears,' Regina grinned evilly, 'and I'll tell them there's a way to make this all right...'

She'd take each girl one by one down the long hidden stairs to her little cultic center, being careful to not tire their by then enormously out of shape bodies. Then they'd perform a little sacrifice to the fires of hell, lose their souls to the Queen and Regina would be one step closer to her ascension.

All she needed now was to get her daughter, a wily witch who had refused every attempt to get her to court. When she was ruined, fat, stupid and powerless, Regina would never need to worry about her weight again.

 

 

 

 

 

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