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Chapter Seventy-Two “Basschin!” the name was a curse on my lips. Chaos ensued upon the beach, with every girl hoisting their stuffed selves into action. I could see little more than their feet stomping their way through the sand towards me, for the albino crab had latched itself to my face! “Off!” I cried as I stumbled to my feet. “Off, damn you! Fucking… Aniya! Basschin! Someone get this thing off me!” To ask anyone for help was not a thing I did lightly, but this was a perilous situation with weighty consequences. The albino crab had latched its six legs around my head, its bleached, bone-like underbelly pressed tightly against my nose. Even now, I was pulling madly at the beastly thing, gaining confidence that I could pull it off, only to feel sharp pains at the roots of my hair. The crab’s coconut-cracking pincers had clamped onto my hair! “Ahh, fuck!” I stamped my foot with rage. “Stay back! All of you stay back!” “I can get it, Zaiva!” Seerah called helpfully from some distant dune. “No!” I snapped. “No one touch it…” “It’s in hur haiwr!” Cinder said from an equally distant dune. Only Aniya dared approach me. “It’s gonna be alright, Zaiva!” she patted my back. “Just don’t make any sudden moves while we think of something…” The crab, however, thought of something first: twisting locks of my hair like thread in a loom. “Ahh, fuck damnit!” I raged uselessly in place. “Fuck! Damn you through every hell!” While I bellowed pure hatred towards the heavens, there was one thing I couldn’t admit aloud: I was helpless. Helplessness was familiar to me, for I’d experienced it more than once on this mission alone, but this time was different. This time, I was reduced to a wailing wreck before all my peers – by a crab, no less – and I couldn’t think of a way out. Now I was at the crab’s mercy, my reputation forever tarnished! Amidst my wrathful cursing, a new voice perced the tumult: a voice I barely recognized as Gertrude the Dwarf’s. “Crickey, but tha’s a right proper mess, innit?” Her voice was too close for comfort. “Stay back!” I commanded. “I’ll handle this!” I took a few steps back in case she ignored me, but this was a mistake. An exposed root tripped me back on my plump arse, shockwaves rippling across their globular cheeks as the crab tightened its grip on me, six legs and two pincers strangling me with all their might. “Right,” Gertrude’s voice was suddenly just above my waist. “Ima club the bastard.” Before I could protest, I heard a great rush of wind, heard a mighty crack, felt the crab rip free, and saw it fly into a treetrunk – minus a few limbs. I found Gertrude straddling me, confidently balancing a stick of driftwood over her shoulder like a club. “What the hell?” I snapped. “You should give a warning first!” “I did,” the dwarf smirked insufferably. To my mounting annoyance, the rest of the girls were doting on the dwarf, slapping her back and cheering. “Wow, you sent that crab flying!” Pixie said. “You’re really strong!” Seerah patted the dwarf’s flexed bicep. “I don’t think any of us could do that.” “Hah!” Gertrude laughed with false modesty. “I’ve fought mudcrabs stronger’n that face-hugger!” A small part of me knew I should be grateful to the dwarf for saving me, but all I could feel was annoyance at the fact that – once again – another in the group was revered more than myself. Gods knew I was an assassin! I had four tabs on my belt! “Enough!” I spat. “Get off me – all of you…” Gertrude leapt aside and tossed the stick as if the whole sorry affair had never happened. “Well!” she clapped her hands loudly. “Seein’ as we gots a fire kindled, how’s about we roast some crabmeat tonight?” Everyone cheered – all except me, that is. I was too busy grunting and easing myself to my feet. A disembodied crab pincer clamping a lock of hair swung past my face and kept me preoccupied. “Don’t you boil crabs?” asked Pixie. “That’s lobsters, silly,” replied Lydia. “Now then!” Gertrude stood before the bonfire she’d lit like a shaman before her tribe. “All you cunts gather ‘round the fire. Like so…” “Hey!” Gnobbo glowered from her perch in Cinder’s cleavage. “No cunt!” “It’s alright wee one!” Gertrude called to her. “Jest a term of endearment ‘mongst dwarven folk is all. So! Everyone ready! We’re gonna peel this crab from head to claw! I need a flat stone and some long, thin sticks…” As Gertrude mobilized the girls, there remained one by my side: Aniya. “You good?” she asked, rubbing my back. “Got some crab pincers in your hair. Lemme have a look at them… Zaiv? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” “Aniya,” I inhaled deeply before continuing. “Do you remember everything I told you about the Villa?” “The Villa?” her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Sure I do. What’s up?” “Remember what I learned about the albino creatures?” “Sure I… oh…” her eyes widened. “Oh…” As one, we looked in horror at the girls as they began to rip apart the albino coconut crab that had likely once been the pervert known as Puff Dragon.

My notes say Bobette is also a pear. It's only been mentioned once before, but hopefully I get to utilize this fact more often in the future. I remember taking great pains to get this part of the math right and all I can remember is that I was certain I'd done it right. Oh well.

Chapter Seventy-One Time spanned endlessly, as blissful and lazy as the sparkling sea, and as the days passed one by one, so too did the last of the starters. Naturally, our newest members shared plenty of stories about those harrowing, final days in the Starter Resort, where they’d been subjected to ever-increasing pressure to burst their pigskins. The orcs mocked them mercilessly for their every shortcoming and failure, and as more starters burst and left, the remainder were hounded by more and more raving orcs. But for all the torments the remaining starters endured, none was worse than when the tormenting suddenly stopped. All the yelling and rushing-about was replaced with soft words and sinister smiles. It seemed to the last few starters that the orcs had given-up on them, and it felt worse than any harsh words ever could. There were only seven starters left when they were all herded into the nearly-empty glass chow hall for the strangest development yet. The orcs lined themselves up before them, a long, glass table separating them from the seven miserable starters. Then – all-smiles – more orcs entered with huge, heavy sacks and poured their weighty contents across the table’s surface: gold. Heaps of it. More than any one of them had seen in their lives. Still smiling, the orcs offered a deal: quit and be paid a Sultan’s dowry worth their weight in gold – or risk failing to burst in time and leave empty-handed. It was a tempting offer – tempting enough for two of the girls to stand-up and quit on the spot, and perhaps more would’ve followed their example if not for a certain stubborn dwarven girl named Gertrude. It was Gertrude who was telling us how she convinced the others not to quit as we listened in a semi-circle on the beach. I could see that she was tall for a dwarf and sported long, black locks of hair rather than the typical blonde or red. It was likely she had some human blood flowing in her veins, though I knew better than to ask a dwarf about her lineage. I’d seen her among us before, but she’d always been reserved and quiet. Now her keen, narrow eyes were kindled with great vigour, and her stocky arms waved wildly as she retold her glorious victory over the enemy orcs – in other words, typical dwarven behaviour. Equally typical, her tale was far longer than it needed to be for something that apparently happened so suddenly. Indeed, as she’d stood defiantly before the orcs smiling down upon her like a pack of wolves, she proclaimed that she would not accept any bribes and that she would burst her pigskin and leap into Sultan Ibrahim’s sultan-sized bed at any cost. No sooner had the words passed her lips, her belly ripped free of her pigskin with such force that one of the orcs flinched and fell into the heap of gold with a tumultuous crash. Gertrude was escorted out of the glass chow hall without a word, but the orcs’ plan was thwarted. None of the other girls took the bribe and they all burst by next morning. All told, there were now forty-four of us, losing two to the bribes, five to failing, and then regaining Gnobbo (who’d failed and snuck ashore). Naturally, as Gertrude finished her tale, the girls hailed her as a hero. That one act of dwarven stubbornness had turned her from a quiet, little-known starter into something of an orc-fighter – the only one among us who’d “felled” an orc. Yet as the girls congratulated and doted upon her, I sombrely peered towards the sea and pondered the ramifications of her story. The orcs had offered the girls their weight in gold to quiet. Why? An old memory of Lesh explaining to us why we didn’t use alchemy to enhance our fattening diets. She’d told us it was far too expensive to waste such things on starters who might not make it to the Harem. Another memory: she said she knew some of us had joined for free meals, for the harvest this season was bleak. The implications were clear: the famine out there was getting worse, so much so that the orcs had offered to pay the girls to leave to minimize the mouths to feed. Now as for alchemy… what had become of our harvest? We’d spent every spare hour at the Starter Resort growing alchemic ingredients, and had even stored growth potion for later use – later use for us? When? My grim thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Gertrude splashing her way into the salty waves of the sea to frolic with her new friends, disturbing the waves I’d been staring at. I took a deep breath and stretched my arms overhead. Well then! If there was famine, perhaps a tropical paradise was the best place to be! If only my tits weren’t aching so… “Oomph…” I grunted as I shifted myself for a better seat in the sand. “I can’t keep eating like this… this time I mean it.” “S’alright Zaiv,” Aniya wrapped her arm around my bloated waist with one hand and patted the taut dome of my stuffed gut with the other. “Take your time to digest. There’s some berries I wanna feed you when you’re good to go.” “No,” I groaned. “Listen… if I keep eating, something’s going to explode…” “You’ll be alright,” Aniya rubbed my tormented belly for emphasis. “Everyone else is still eating and none of them are complaining. See?” I took a slow breath and looked around. We were all at the beach again, the forty-four of us having completed another stroll around the island looking for new food to enjoy. It had been a bountiful trip – perhaps too bountiful. Some of these girls hadn’t stopped chewing all day! But I couldn’t admit that to Aniya, so I kept looking, searching for someone else too stuffed to eat. There was Gertrude, working-away at a pile of driftwood in the sand. She hoped to put her dwarven skills to use and kindle a bonfire for us. I was about to point-out she’d stopped eating – until I saw her absent-mindedly pop something into her mouth. My search continued. There was Basschin and Bobette. Basschin was still human, but that wouldn’t last with the sun getting so close to setting. She was shyly-tugging Bobette towards the woods even now, itching to hide her transformation from the rest of us. She may not be quiet any longer, but she was still bashful. In any case, I couldn’t point to either of them as examples of those feeling overstuffed while they were hidden. There was Victoria gossiping and laughing in the midst of a throng of new friends as they all sipped on cracked coconuts. The faux-noblewoman was back in her element now that the stresses and torments of the Starter Resort were a distant memory, and her old, surly confidence and pride was returning. It was all too easy to imagine her as a hostess to an outdoor social, the coconut milk taking the place of fine wine. Unfortunately, neither Victoria nor any of her new admirers could serve me as an example while they were still clearly drinking – especially when the nexus of their doting admiration was Victoria’s impressively-round belly. Even now, one of the girls patted it like Victoria were expecting a newborn rather than tummyaches. Bad example. Had to find someone… And then there was Gnobbo. She was making a fuss as Cinder tried feeding her. Was she really the only other girl I could find who didn’t want to eat? No. Just… no. There had to be someone else… “Zaiva?” Aniya thrummed her fingertips over my belly. “You ready for more?” “Ugh… can’t,” I grunted. “Not one bite.” “Aw, don’t be like that,” she purred. “There’s no way you’re already full. Besides…” she leaned closer for a conspiratorial whisper. “… I need to fatten you up.” “Why me?” I glared at her. “Cause you’re tall,” she replied as if it explained everything. Then, after I didn’t reply, continued: “We gotta make those giant cups overflow so we can get into the Villa, remember? Think of all the meat we can pack on those big bones of yours. That’s why we need you fatter – more than most of us.” I was going to reply when Pixie wandered past. “Hey Aniya, hi Zaiva,” she stopped curiously by our side. “Whatcha doing?” “Oh, just massaging Zaiv’s belly,” Aniya replied as she stroked said belly in slow, sensual circles. “Wanna help? She’s feeling full.” “Aww, you got tummy trouble?” Pixie leaned-in all-smiles, exposing a full foot of cleavage between her gargantuan breasts. “Wow…” I groaned. “When did your tits get so big?” “When I started eating good,” she stepped back to pose for me. “See how fat I’m getting? My stomach’s starting to hang a little bit.” “Yeah, see that Zaiv?” Aniya cooed. “That’s what we need your belly to do. I get it – I get how hard it is for you since drow don’t eat much, but look: if elves like me can get big, so can you. I mean, look at Seerah and Lydia over there.” I did so and spotted the two elves sitting on a log with their soft, fatty backs to us. At the mention of their names, they looked over their shoulders at us. “Huh?” Seerah swallowed a mouthful of mango. “What’s up?” “Just telling Zaiv that she can get fat even if she is an elf. You two did, obviously. Like… I don’t think I’ve ever seen an elf who wasn’t thin, but here you two are with bellies touching your thighs – and I see those love-handles, Lydia!” “Thank you!” Seelah sang happily. “You look bigger since we got here.” “Yup,” Aniya patted her rump for emphasis. “This thing’s wide as a watermelon now – and Zaiva’s gonna get bigger than all of us once I’m done with her.” “Please no,” I groaned as the girls circled me like sharks. “I’m already stuffed.” “It’s going to be alright, Zaiva,” Pixie massaged my belly, her enormous breasts squashing lightly against me. “I used to struggle eating too. You just need to keep eating when you feel full. It actually feels pretty good.” “Being able to breathe feels better,” I replied bitterly, though the massaging hands felt good. “I think I can help with that,” Aniya smiled coyishly. “Just need to pull your pigskin off to give your chest some room. What? You’re looking at me like I’m crazy.” “You want to strip me here and now?” “Why not? It’s just us girls. Besides… we’ve done it before…” Our conversation was mercifully cut short by a cry of excitement from the girls by the treeline. Bobette and Basschin had returned, the latter finished with her catlike transformation – and cradled in their arms was the largest coconut crab I’d ever seen. My blood chilled. It’s shell was bleached white. “We did it!” Bobette raised her half of the crab in triumph. “We found the albino crab!” It was at that exact moment when everything went wrong. Basschin struggled to raise her half of the crab, and as she carelessly lifted it past her furred, fuzzy tits, the crab’s pig pincer clamped-down upon her thumb and pinched. “Mraugh!” Basschin yelped and hissed as she thrashed her arm to free herself. Everyone ducked for cover from the werecat’s wild swings. She was far stronger than she appeared, flailing the huge crab through the air like a jester waving a guidon, yet even as the crab spun wildly, it never released its grip. Basschin was helpless – until she wasn’t. “Wrayyur!” with a final, wrathful cry, Basschin swiped at the crab with her free hand, and the crab went flying – straight at my face.

Chapter Seventy Basschin and Bobette didn’t leave the beach right away, and I ended-up falling asleep with Aniya atop the sand dune. Now as I opened my eyes, the horizon was singed red with the sunrise, and I could barely keep them open. Still, with the beach finally clear of eavesdroppers, I finally had a chance to tell Aniya everything I knew of the Villa’s secrets and Gnobbo’s treachery. “Wow,” she lay upon me in the morning twilight, tracing thoughtful circles over my belly with her fingertip. “No wonder you didn’t share anything with me last night. But what about Gnobbo?” “What about her?” I muttered wearily. “It’s bad enough she tried to kill you, but you say you knew about her tricks since the Starter Resort? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I found out after you’d burst and left me behind, remember?” “But you could’ve told me when you arrived on the island.” “When? We’re almost never alone, and when we were, you were telling me your poisoning plan… how’s that going, by the way? Found anything we can use?” “Nah,” Aniya sighed, her modest breasts pressing lightly against either side of my navel. “This island’s literally paradise. Like, there’s nothing toxic growing here. No snakes, spiders or scorpions either. It’s like those nymphs – uh, acolytes – have purged everything dangerous here. This island’s basically a garden.” “More like a farm,” I eyed the fat double-mounds of my breasts resting heavily against my chest. As I stared at their quivering tips, Aniya’s head perked-up from between them with keen eyes. “Speaking of farm,” she smiled. “How’s my precious drow-cow feeling?” “Tch. Who taught you that nickname?” “Just something I overheard. Need some help? I could uh… take a load off your shoulders.” “Focus, fatass,” I snapped, though it only made her giggle. “We need to decide what to do about Gnobbo.” “Oh, that’s simple. We do nothing.” “Are you mad? She tried to throw me off a cliff!” “Hear me out, Zaiv,” Aniya boosted herself up my torso until her head was resting on my breasts. “It’s not like we can get rid of her. The other girls wouldn’t just get upset; they’d start wondering and asking questions.” “But we can’t leave her alone either.” “Sure we can. Gnobbo’s obviously had a grudge on you for weeks, but if she could kill you, she would’ve tried ages ago. She can’t kill you the same reason you can’t kill her: it would cause too much drama.” “But what if she tries anyway?” “Easy: I’ll protect you. Hold your hand every day and sleep with you every night. She’ll never have a chance.” “Well…” I was taken aback by her proposition. It wasn’t an unusual request, but I was beginning to get a feel for what her true feelings were. She loved me and this was her excuse to stay close with me. I loved her back, of course, but admitting that to myself made my cold, calculating mind freeze-up. How was I to respond? “That’s reasonable…” “Facts,” Aniya’s eyelashes fluttered. “Let’s kiss to seal the deal.” “Only if we sleep-in right after,” I stretched my whole body against the sand and felt grains get in my pigskin. “I’m exhausted.” With that, Aniya cupped my face between her hands and gave me the longest kiss I’d ever had. “I can feel your cheeks filling-out,” she nestled her head against my neck. “My little chipmunk – eep!” “Ass,” I spanked her hard enough to leave a handprint. “Close your eyes and sleep already.” So it was that as the sun rose, we drifted into slumber in each other’s arms. As we climbed the driftwood bridge to the treehouses, we found the girls gathered in the living room, listening with bated breath to Gnobbo as she half-spoke, half-mimed some spectacular tale while Cinder translated when necessary. I noted that Bobette and Basschin hadn’t yet returned from their “crab hunting” romp, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s up?” Aniya asked, grabbing my hand. “Gnobbo doesn’t know I made it out,” I grinned like a wolf. “Bet she’s weaving some grand lie to explain why I’m missing. Can’t wait to see the look on her face when she realizes I escaped her a second time.” “Bet,” Aniya squeezed my hand. Together, stepped into the living room’s doorframe and waited for the girls to notice us. Gnobbo had her back to us, waving her arms overhead as she continued her stupid story. “Drow… big splash – big… pwah!” Gnobbo spread her arms, mimicking a mighty splash. “And shark… shark bite! Bite drow! And… and…” The lying little bitch finally noticed the dead silence in the room and how every face that had been staring at her was now gasping wide-eyed just over her little shoulder. Slowly, she followed their gaze, eyes widening as she slowly began to realize not only that I’d escaped the Villa, but also that she might be in great danger. “No, do go on,” I smiled with folded arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Tell us the part about the shark again.” “Zaiva!” Victoria gasped. “You’re alive! Oh, thank the gods and goddesses! But that means…” All heads turned back to Gnobbo, who made a spontaneous dash for the nearest exit – only to be snatched by a quick-thinking Aniya. “Oh, no you don’t!” Aniya held her by the back of her pigskin’s collar. “I think you should stick-around for Zaiv’s version of the story – right Zaiv?” she gave me a wink. “Oh, yes,” I smirked. “Gather ‘round me girls. This’ll be fun.” “Down!” Gnobbo thrashed like a trapped cat. Put down!” “First of all,” the boom of my voice intimidated her to silence. “What did Gnobbo tell all of you? I’ll be setting this record straight… yes, Cinder?” “Um…” the half-giantess twiddled her fingers nervously. “She said you found some bewries, but they wewr on a bwanch ovur the ocean…” “Ah, the berries,” I grinned. “Of course she’d mention berries. What happened next?” “You fehwl.” “And there was a shark?” “… yes.” “Well! It seems our smallest-headed friend forgot a few details!” I stepped into their midst, thrumming my fingers on the table while thinking of my own lie. “You see… I didn’t go hunting for berries at night. Gnobbo’s too scared to shit alone and I guess it was my turn to take her – you could say I have experience with her shit.” “Tell ‘em, Zaiv!” Aniya hyped me from the doorway as Gnobbo squirmed in her hand. “Now as it turned-out, there’s ah… plenty of things to trip over in the dark – little pests on two legs, for example. Let’s just say I took a little bath in the sea while skipping after this troublemaker – and you know what she did? She ran away! Now I come back to find her spinning tall tales about a shark?” “Ooh, roasted!” Aniya pumped her fist – along with Gnobbo. “This coward is so cooked!” A quick glance at my audience confirmed to me my story rang true in their ears. We had all been forced to deal with Gnobbo’s conniving schemes and cowardice before, so it was believable. Hence, the lie was accepted without a fuss. I even saw multiple girls nod knowingly amongst one another. Yet there remained one among us who knew the grizzly, inconvenient truth, and my next move depended on her reaction. I stared expectantly at Gnobbo, who stared back without blinking. A strange expression crossed her face: a mixture of surprise and wonder followed by realization and quiet acknowledgement. I loved to see it! She knew what I’d just done for her. We both had our ulterior motives for infiltrating the Harem, and neither of us could jeopardize our missions with any more violence. My lie was a truce offering, an unspoken deal to keep the status quo. “That’s what really happened,” I took a step towards Aniya and Gnobbo, looming over them both with my overwhelming height. “Isn’t that right?” Slowly, biting her lip, Gnobbo nodded. From the crowd of onlookers, a hand was raised. It was Pixie. “Question,” she said. “What about that shark? Was there a shark?” Aniya set Gnobbo down and sidled-up to me, smiling – only to lurch forward and nip my upper arm with her teeth. “Nom,” she hugged me tight. Everyone laughed.

Chapter Sixty-Nine “What?” I reached a hand for one of her thighs wrapped around my waist and felt a full handful of warm, plush meat. “What are you…? No. No, I’m the horse. I’m on top of you.” Aniya was hanging off me now, grinning playfully as I held our combined weight on hands and knees. Nervously, I glanced sideways. Were Gnobbo and Cinder getting closer? I couldn’t tell with the sand-dune in the way, for we were romping within a net of white sand. I must’ve been looking too long, because my clueless partner tugged my gaze back towards hers. “Now what sense would it make for me to be the horse?” she cooed. “You’re the big one; I’m too little to ride.” “Not so little anymore,” I whispered and traced a finger down her shivering chest down towards her navel. “Look at what’s become of your petite, elven body. You were so thin, so emaciated, but now… who knew dark elves could grow so voluptuously?” “Why are we whispering?” asked Aniya. “So we’re not overheard,” I replied with a nod of my head towards the beach beyond. “There’s others over there.” “What if we let them hear us?” Aniya smirked. “Make them jealous?” “No.” “I like making you blush.” “Shut up. I’m… I’m not done talking to you.” Aniya obeyed, waiting for me to continue worshipping her. If I could keep her like this, Gnobbo and Cinder might leave and this damn ruse could end. “Now where was I?” I reached my arm around her and felt my fingers wrap themselves over a sand-crusted cheek. “Oh, of course. How could we forget your ever-widening ass? It was so small and bony when we first met, but with every greedy meal you’ve stuffed yourself with, it’s grown bigger, spreading wider across your seats, expanding tautly against your pigskin, until finally ripping free like… like puffballs in a bog…” “You like my fat ass?’ she whispered with a suggestive wriggle of her hips and a light thrumming of her fingertips on the back of my neck. “W-when I saw those dark cheeks bursting free for the first time,” I paused to gather my thoughts. “I… it’s so round and fat now… like… two orbs too big to palm properly in my hand. I’m rubbing them now and they’re smooth and soft as… grain sacks – wine sacks? I-I’m beyond words right now. I’ve never…” She silenced me with a finger to my lips. “I know. You’ve always been hard, but now you’re finally getting soft – in so many ways. Lemme show you…” Gently – quietly – I lay myself flat upon the sand, trapping Aniya beneath my bulk as her limbs squirmed happily within. She was whispering quietly enough; hopefully she would continue to behave. If not, I could smother her. “Look at these,” Aniya released her hold of my neck so she could fondle my breasts. “These have grown so much… I bet they wobble around every time you move. They’re almost bigger than my head.” “They were,” I admitted. “Before you drained them last night.” “I wonder if they’ll fill again… do you feel full?” “No,” I stiffened, unsure if I were telling the truth. “A shame. Been feeling thirsty…” Snap. The noise startled me enough to sit upright. That was close! But I couldn’t see anything on the beach. Gnobbo and Cinder were gone. What, then? I twisted myself backwards to check the treeline and caught sight of two girls skipping their way to the shoreline – one of whom sported round ears and a long tail. Basschin and Bobette! I grumbled wordlessly to myself as I reversed my position atop Aniya for a better look. What were they doing here? Neither seemed to notice us yet. Both were holding hands – but it couldn’t last. They were getting way too close. Worse, Basschin was still in her snow leopard form and I just knew those glowing, golden eyes of hers were nocturnal. “Hnn…” Aniya purred from behind me. “Nice ass. I think it’s bigger than mine.” Smack. Did she just slap my ass? And was it jiggling? There was no time to dwell on that; I had to silence this stupid elf – immediately! Out of options, I sat on her face. “Mm…? Hrm…!” Success. The dark elf was squirming, but there was no escape. My ass was like a plush pair of cushions burying her face and muffling her screams. Could she breathe? Her muffled moaning implied that she could. So far so good. All I had to do now was wait for the interlopers to pass… except they weren’t. In fact, they were getting closer. They were going to see us! My only option left was to crouch flat and hope they didn’t crest the dune. So it was that I lay myself across the full length of Aniya’s body in the most undignified position of my life, with my face flush with her crotch and my ass flush with her face. It was all I could do to subdue her as quietly as possible. Even now, I could hear the two girls getting closer. “Do you think…” Basschin’s voice carried across the dunes. “Coconut crabs sleep outside?” “Basschin…” Bobette called breathlessly. “Slow down…” “If we run… maybe we can catch… some crabs…” “But I don’t wanna catch crabs,” Bobette replied. The footsteps stopped. “Then what should we do?” “Kiss?” I didn’t hear Basschin’s reply because a sudden sting on my ass had me biting my tongue to keep myself from crying-out. Did Aniya just bite me? Another sting confirmed it. She was gnawing at my ass like it were some overripe peach! Damn her! Was there anything that would make her quiet? Perhaps a taste of her own medicine would give her pause… It was right there in front of me – that nether region where thighs and pelvis converge. It was the last thing I wanted in my mouth, but I’d do what I must. I opened wide, lurched forward, and took the biggest, most punishing bite I could. “Mm!” Aniya squealed and I felt her thighs flex wildly against either side of my head. Yet I refused to pry my jaws loose from the ghastly prize. It was working! I felt her teeth relaxing their hold on my ass, leaving only a throbbing bitemark. But that was the moment my luck ran out. Aniya spanked my still-throbbing rump so hard that I swore it echoed off the Villa’s walls. After that, the near-silence was painfully loud. Only the crashing waves broke the silence. “What was that?” Bobette’s voice carried from just beyond the ridge. “Over here!” Basschin called. “It came from over here – oh…” Slowly, I released my grip on Aniya’s crotch and stared-upwards. The two girls were staring-down at me and Aniya, utterly-dumbfounded. “W-what are you two doing?” gasped Bobette. Basschin was suddenly overtaken by the whole situation and hid behind her friend. Her fear puzzled me. Did we truly look so appalling? Appalling or not, we’d been caught in spite of my best efforts. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to act natural? “What?” I shrugged. “You never uh… slept in sixty-nine style?” Aniya detached her mouth from me and managed to gasp loudly for breath. “It’s nice,” she said with unusual calmness. “Oh… uh, don’t tell Vicky, all right? She wouldn’t get it.”

That's because the Orcs and the Sea Devils are both caricatures of US Marines haha They're working their way back to another attempt at the bowls; it's just that the plot's all over the place.

Chapter Sixty-Eight To my surprise, Aniya was waiting for me in the living room. She leaned casually against the octagonal table with folded arms, her plump ass bulging over some of the useless prose carved round the table. “S’up Zaiv?” she cocked her head coyishly. “Bet you got juicy intel –” I rushed forward and silenced her with a hand on her mouth. That was close! Now that I knew the rooms were being closely-watched by old men with a crystal ball, I had to be sure not to discuss any intelligence whatsoever. I needed to get Aniya out of the treehouses before sharing anything with her – and I had no way of telling her! “Mm!” Aniya’s eyes widened with shock as she reached for my hand. “Hush,” I whispered into her ear. “We mustn’t wake the others.” I let her gently pry my hand away. “S’all good,” she smiled. “The girls are fast asleep. So did you find – hrm!” “No,” I hastily clasped my hand over her mouth once again. “No… I did not find that albino crab.” Aniya ripped free again. “That’s not what I – hey…” “Quiet,” I seized hold of her again. By Vul, this wasn’t working! How was I supposed to shut her up long enough to leave the treehouse? An idea came to me that just might work… “Enough talk,” I stared deep into her wide eyes. “I’ve waited long enough. I want you, dark elf.” “Wha…?” she was stunned by my brazen approach – good! “For weeks I’ve been watching that little ass of yours ripen into a proper pillow,” I reached around her waist and groped a handful of her soft rump. “I can’t wait any longer. Your ass is mine tonight, and what I have planned for it is so intense, we must leave this place, else we wake the others.” “W-wow… wha… what’s gotten into you – mm?” I silenced her with a lustful, greedy kiss. Such behaviour didn’t come naturally to me and my quaking limbs threatened to betray how unsure I was, but for all the fear coursing through my veins, Aniya didn’t seem to notice. In fact, she seemed to welcome my sudden advance. Her whole body responded to my touch, her torso arching forwards and her thighs twitching around mine. A brief gasp of air had her double-handful breasts brushing tight against my own far larger head-sized ones, forming a double valley of four smooth hilltops, two dark and two purple, quivering with rattled breaths and thumping heartbeats. Aniya drew her head back from me for a long, inward hiss of fresh breath from between my clasped fingers. As her lungs filled, she eyed me with drooping eyes and I felt her shoulders relax. She nodded. I smirked. She’d taken the bait. “You’re mine,” I whispered in her twitching, elven ear. “Prepare y-yourself…” With that, I scooped her into my arms and began carrying her across the driftwood bridge towards the beach, all while mentally chiding myself for stammering. “I-I can’t believe this is happening,” Aniya hugged me tight as I carried her to a secluded sand-dune on the moonlit beach. “What’s gotten into you?” “It’s simple,” I replied as I gently lowered her into the softest part of the dune. No witnesses in sight – not even crabs. This was perfect. “I brought you here for some privacy.” “Oh?” she shuffled her back against the sand to form a makeshift bed. “Wait, did you bring me here to talk business with me? I should’ve known.” “Yes,” I relaxed, finally able to drop the crude, horny ruse. “I have critical knowledge to share with y –” Something skittered across the beach in the far distance. Even my nocturnal drow eyes had trouble squinting at something so distant, but one thing was certain: it was two-legged. I stifled a growl curdling in my throat. Gnobbo! So the little rat had escaped once again! And worse, I could see another hulking figure emerging from behind some palms by her side. Cinder? What was she doing here? The way the two dim silhouettes interacted with each other painted a scenario in my mind: Cinder had noticed Gnobbo was missing, had gone searching for her, and had actually found her. Yes… those two had been near-inseparable since day one. Now Gnobbo was surely speaking sweet lies into the half-giantess’s ears to explain her absence. “Hey,” Aniya whispered, cocking one knee. “What’s wrong?” I stared stupidly at her. Didn’t she see the two figures on the beach? Then I realized that she didn’t. She couldn’t – her eyes had never known the dark underworld I was raised in. In fact, as I drow, I was the only one who could see everyone. Time for a snap decision. Gnobbo and Cinder were probably far enough to be out of eavesdropping range, but that could rapidly change. Worse, I couldn’t warn Aniya of the danger without potentially being overheard by Gnobbo’s sensitive goblin-esque ears. Right. Time to shut her up again. “Enough talk,” I straddled her waist and gripped her arms, leaning close to her face. “Horses don’t talk. Be still while I ride you.” Did she take the hint? Could she sense the danger? Apparently not – for I suddenly felt her legs cinch tight around my waist. I stifled an undignified yelp as she tugged my face towards hers. “You’re the horse,” she whispered coyly. “I’m just an ass.”

I'm about to make all the Aniya fans ecstatic tonight. I'll always take a chance to write a proper stuckage scene, especially if I can reference Black Sheep in it.

As someone who checks back every few months or so, I think Poki told the truth when she said she and her mom miss some of the curves she lost in her weight loss journey. These few extra pounds were intentionally-gained and perhaps she’ll purposefully gain a few more? I’ll check back later…

Chapter Sixty-Seven “By all fertile goddesses,” Khalid gaped at Lesh’s engorged, green tits. “What have you been feeding her?” “Do not speak of such gods,” Honeybun snapped. “They aren’t here for you – only the All-Knowing.” Khalid showed no sign of hearing her warning. His attention was wholly-drawn to the orc’s body, not even blinking as he approached her. “I’ve never seen an orc like this – nor anyone,” Khalid leaned closer to the tits for a closer look. “All orcs I’ve seen are so lean with no tits to spare, but this one… this one’s got tits fit for a giantess, and yet the rest of her barely has any fat at all! It’s unnatural –” Khalid’s outstretched hand nearly reached Lesh’s exposed breast when the orc suddenly lurched and headbutted him in the face. “Don’t touch me,” Lesh shook ever link of the chains holding her like a furious spider in the centre of its web. Khalid hit her face so hard it made me flinch. The impact of his bony fist sent the orc swinging back against her restraints, all before swaying back into place to be struck once again. “Pig! Boar whore!” Khalid held his and against his nose. “That was my face, wench! My face!” Khalid’s ranting cut short when a garden ** tumbled from the rafters into the floor behind Lesh. Clay shattered into pieces with a resounding crash, and the shards spilled across Lesh’s outstretched legs. As one, Lesh, Khalid, and Honeybun craned their necks to peer into the rafters whence the ** had fallen. Likewise, I squinted across the wooden beams towards some netting holding a multitude of pots and tools. Gnobbo! Vul drag her through the deepest hells! That mutt had been stalking me all along! Now she was staring stupidly at me, as shocked at her careless fumble as I. “What in…” Honeybun’s eyes widened, followed by her mouth. “Alarm! Intruder! We’re being watched!” Gnobbo scurried for the nearest window, smashing more pots in her haste to escape. “Just a rodent,” Khalid muttered, still holding his bleeding nose. “I’m not done with this pig…” “No rodent runs on two legs,” Honeybun kicked the door open, nearly ripping it from its hinges. “Out! Warn the others! I’m off for the bell!” Honeybun rushed outside as Khalid took one last look at the room. “Some wild rodent chase…” he grumbled to himself. Then he left the room, letting the door slam shut with a clatter. Now I found myself alone with a half-conscious orc. I sighed with relief. What luck! But lucky or not, I now had to find a way out of this damned Villa the hard way. That acolyte had mentioned a bell. This place was about to be searched with knife and comb once it rang… “Zaiva…” I froze in place. Below me, Lesh stirred. “I saw you up there,” she looked directly at me to prove her point, blood mixed with saliva running down her split lip. “Get down here where I can see you.” I was caught and the only way out was to silence her forever with a tight embrace of my arms around her neck, so why not? I leapt from my hiding spot and landed before her on bended knee. In response, Lesh spat blood into the bowl of milk below her. “Look at me, Zaiva,” she whispered painfully with shaking breaths. “Is this what I served my whole life for?” she eyed me again, eyes filled with more hatred than I’d seen in a lifetime. “Kill… him…” A bell rang outside at long last, echoing across the Villa. “Kill him!” With time running-out, I fled the garden shed into a nightscape rapidly lighting with a hundred torches from every corner of the Villa. My secret was safe – now to save myself. “Intruder!” the call was carried from torch-holder to torch-holder. “Intruder!” I was sprinting through the garden’s underbrush. The torches were scrambling in every direction like fireflies in a grassy field. They were in the windows, running on causeways, and mounting towers. Only the garden remained hidden by darkness, and surely not for long. Hence, I rushed through the thickest broadleaf palms I could find before pressing myself hard against the cover of a red trunk. Fuck me, there were way more people in the Villa than I’d thought! Forget finding a way off the island; I needed to escape this damned Villa, else I share Lesh’s sickening fate. But how to get down the mountain’s cliff-face without Gnobbo’s gnome magic? The garden was surrounded and soon would be overrun. The solution came to me when I spotted a small stream flowing through a nearby flowerbed. Vague memories of Aniya showing us a lake halfway up the mountain and fed by a waterfall came to mind. Of course! This was that very steam! I would follow its path to the waterfall and dive into the lake undetected! The torches were beginning to reach the garden’s edges and I had little time, so I sprinted downstream like a spooked elk. I ignored the slap of ferns on my face and the splash of water at my ankles. My escape was close – so tantalizingly close. Surely the waterfall’s drop would come into view any moment… But no. The thick ferns and leaves disguised an unscalable clay wall, leaving only a narrow, hemispherical gap for the stream to drain through. I stared at this gap for only a moment before resolving to do what I must. “Going to be a tight squeeze,” I muttered as I crawled onto all-fours. “Not the first time I’ve slipped through cracks in a pinch…” The riverbed was riddled with round pebbles and water soaked my wrists and ankles, but I could see through the hole to the other side. The dropoff was a mere ten meters beyond. Freedom beckoned, and I reached greedily for it, first with one hand through, then the other. A brief dunk of my face in the water had my head and shoulders safely through, and some wriggling got my melon-sized breasts popping-out one after the other. “Right,” I stared stupidly at my breasts as they bobbed weightlessly on top of the water. “Halfway there…” My soft, flexible waist slithered through without issue, but then – as my hips broadened wider – I felt resistance from the unyielding walls on either side of them. No problem, I thought quickly, nothing a good heave wouldn’t fix… and then I felt my ass squish snugly against the roof. “Really?” I heaved again with no success. “Am I…? No… no, there’s no way I’m that big. My ass is not that… fat…” A quick glance back revealed the terrifying truth: my ass was indeed that fat – so fat, in fact, that it was bigger than the hole I’d squeezed it into! Its soft, malleable cheeks bulged against the lip of the hole like a pair of ocean sponges, and filled every square inch of space around them. To my mounting horror, I felt the stream begin lapping against my crotch even as the water before me trickled away to nothing. Unbelievable! My butt plugged the hole! “No, no, no,” I thrashed and squirmed with all my might. “No, I am not going-out like this!” But for all my efforts, I only wedged myself further into the self-inflicted trap. It wouldn’t be long before my pursuers noticed the growing pool by the wall (which I could now feel lapping the uppermost domes of my cheeks). I was doomed – defeated by none other than my stupid fat ass. Unless… With the riverbed before me drained of water, it revealed to me its secrets. Steps had been carved into the rock to taper its descent towards the waterfall. If I could only reach one and pull myself free… “Oh please,” I prayed aloud to no one with outstretched hands. “For the love of… help me step-rock. I’m stuck…” My fingers found a handhold. Prayers answered! Now to pull myself free. “Oh, thank you step-rock. Please… stay… strong…” One long, steady tug later, all hells unleashed themselves upon me. My butt unplugged itself like a cork from a fizzing wine bottle, and the force of a whole mountain’s water supply sent me barrelling downstream. It was fortunate so much water was foaming past my gaping mouth, for if I’d had any breath in me, my screams would echo across the whole island. As it was, water filled my eyes, nose, and mouth. Blinded, I tumbled down the steps of the riverbed until suddenly I was falling, falling… I plunged deep into the lake. Instinct saved me from unconsciousness, for I’d dove headfirst. Stunned yet whole, I gasped my first breath of freedom. “Fuck!” my voice was masked by the roaring waterfall cascading into my upturned face. Hacking a mouthful of water out of my throat, I made my way to the shore. It was only when I stepped on dry land and finished coughing that I glanced upwards for a proper look at the impossibly-long drop I’d just fallen from. I couldn’t even see the Villa; such was the height of the waterfall. “What in hells was that all about?” I asked no one. Suddenly weary, I made my way back to the treehouse.

Chapter Sixty-Six The night grew long and the old man continued their lecherous revelry. Their smoke billowed upwards into the rafters where I remained perched, concealing me yet making my eyes water. The strawberry-scented smoke seemed to lay a dark haze on the men’s minds as well, and their laughter had mellowed with time. Still, I remained unmoving at my spot on the high beams. Gnobbo had left me stranded in this cursed Villa, and I needed to learn how to escape it on my own. “… and where is… the purple one?” asked Abdul drearily. “That tall drow?” My muscled tensed and my flexing glutes had my ass jiggling. They wanted to spy on me next? It might be time to become violent. I could go for Abdul first – leap down upon his waxed, bald head and crush him – but then what? The acolytes’ magic was as powerful as it was unknown… Yet as I watched, Honeybun paused thoughtfully before replying to him: “She’s not in the dwellings, I’m afraid.” “Likely searching for… damned albino crab,” Bashir coughed quietly. “Just like that… dark elf does.” “She could be searching for bowel stones for all I care,” Khalid’s crips voice was jarring after so much melancholy. “Acolytes… show us this drow!” “We cannot,” Honeybun shook her head slowly. “Why not? We’ve spied every last one of those girls in the dwellings and they’re all sleeping. Why not spice things up? I bet crabbing isn’t the only thing that drow and the dark elf are doing together.” “Boy…” Abdul’s voice was weary, but he didn’t approach him. “Don’t you know better? These crystal orbs are linked to locations. You’ve seen the court wizard use his own to speak with his peers… ever notice his orb only showed their studies?” Khalid threw his hands. “Well, if we can’t see her or that dark elf, who else is there? We’ve spied half the night and none of the stuffers are awake any longer.” “What about that miniature goblin thing?” Hussein suggested. “That creature? None of us care about that bony runt – and how did she get into the harem program anyway?” Khalid approached his mentor like a prowling lion stalking a herd. “You told me there was a woman we could touch – one unwanted by Sultan Ibrahim. Enough stalling! I want this woman brought here – I demand it.” Hussein listened patiently to Khalid’s words, smiling wider as he did. It was only when Khalid’s tantrum was over that he turned and spoke: “Are you sure you want that?” “Bring me the bitch already!” “Do you like orc women?” Khalid’s stunned silence had the room echoing with faint chuckles from the old men. He recovered quickly, however, ill-tempered as ever. “You think I’m that gullible? There’s no orc-woman on this island – Sultan Ibrahim has no taste for green skin or boar tusks.” “Which is why you’re allowed to touch her. The orc woman is not a stuffer.” “Then why is she here?” “Why don’t you ask her yourself? Can’t back down now, can you?” “I think I can – and will.” “Now boy…” once again, Abdul spoke down to the New Blood. “You know that until you get a taste of one of these women, you aren’t truly one of us. Lay hands on this tusked, green girl – grope her, squeeze her, conquer her.” “Yes, conquer the orcs a second time!” Bashir laughed. “And devote her body to our dear, all-knowing goddess – her eyes are on you tonight.” “So you see, boy,” Abdul prodded the hesitant Khalid with a bony finger. “You really have no choice – not if you truly want to be one of us.” “Fine,” Khalid snapped bitterly. “Bring the orc woman in and I’ll try not to gag.” Honeybun shook her head as she approached Khalid’s side. “We cannot.” “What, you can’t bring her in either?” Khalid snapped. “Is orb-peeping all you’re good for?” “We must take you to her,” Honeybun’s eyes flared. “For she cannot move.” Bemused chuckles filled the room, sizzling like new kindling thrown on a dying fire. “Oh, he’s in for it now!” Bashir laughed. “Might be too much woman for him to handle.” “She can’t be that big,” Khalid blushed. “Enough hesitating, boy!” Abdul slapped his back. “Follow this dear acolyte to the orc woman and get it over with.” “And beware a crushing defeat!” Bashir taunted amidst more laughter. “Keep the high ground – lest you get pinned!” “Enough of this drivel,” Khalid turned away from the men and faced Honeybun directly. “Take me to this orc.” With that, Khalid followed Honeybun out of the chamber – and I followed close behind through a high window. “This better not be some Spring Fool’s joke,” Khalid grumbled as he followed Honeybun down a cobblestone pathway in a garden jungle. “A brief ways more and you shall see for yourself,” Honeybun replied. It was difficult for me to follow the two individuals and their conversation, confined as I was to the treacherous terracotta rooftops, but not impossible. The building they were approaching – likely a garden shed in the garden’s midst – was linked to the Orb Chamber by a narrow hallway overlooking the sharp drop to the jungle below. I tread as lightly as my engorged frame would allow, for I knew from experience how prone terracotta tiles were to sliding loose. To lose my footing could send me tumbling left into my targets’ path, or right to my death. It was a great relief, then, that Khalid stopped walking long enough for me to catch-up. “I think I know your game,” Khalid said slyly as Honeybun eyed him from over her shoulder. “You’re setting me up.” “I assure you this is no game,” Honeybun replied coldly. “No, of course not. This is serious – and so am I,” Khalid reached for her hand. “Just the two of us, alone in the garden where that orb can’t spy on us – well played, girl. Well played, indeed.” “I warn you, if you touch me, you will never leave this island.” “An enticing premise, to be trapped on an island paradise with such a voluptuous woman such as yourself.” “Do you remember Puff Dragon? That entertainment guildmaster turned mob-boss?” Khalid froze. “I thought he fled the capital when his murders were exposed. Is he here?” “In a sense,” Honeybun smiled thinly. “You might see him crawling-around the beaches, picking coconuts at night.” Now Khalid’s voice was high and tense. “You transformed him into a damned crab?” “A fitting punishment for pinching my coconuts,” Honeybun chuckled as she adjusted one of the shoulder straps of her dress. “Now he can pinch coconuts forever. Oh yes… all albino creatures here are such – old, white-haired men who touched forbidden fruit.” “And… what of the fruit? The albino fruit, that is. Not… erm…” “It grows from their corpses – such rich flesh is the greatest fertilizer. Now follow me.” My mind was swirling as I slipped into an open window of the garden shed after the two individuals. The albino creatures were people! People! And that crap – that gods-damned albino coconut crab Aniya was hunting – was non-other than the infamous Puff Dragon! That old pervert… I’d helped investigate his mansion after he was linked to the murders of two famous street bards, Too Tall and Baghram the Small, but by then he was long gone. There were lots of caged men in his bedroom however… My thoughts stopped swirling when I entered the garden shed’s rafters and caught sight of the orc-woman chained to the walls below. It was Lesh – such was unsurprising – but her transformation was nothing less than shocking. Her breasts had become enormous, hanging heavily from her chest like two ripe watermelons, and the whole front of her torso had been ripped and stripped bare to make room for their pendulous growth. Beads of milk dripped from dark nipples into a basin placed below them. The sound of the Honeybun shutting the door behind Khalid had Lesh jerking awake from a dreamless slumber. She eyed them both, weary yet defiant. “Sup, Honey-tits,” Lesh’s teeth glinted from the light of a torch, feral as a dog’s. “Back to nurse me again? Or do you got bigger food for me?”

Me browsing the Candids Gone thread and finding it full of two page essays (I’m chilling on the left)

I’d also like to point out that socially awkward people are “louder” than others. They will text, type, message, and comment more than the average person. This skews online communities into appearing to have more creeps and weirdos than they actually do. You also see this on every website, not just kink ones.

It’s definitely possible

Chapter Sixty-Five It took me long enough to realize the half-giantess in the massive crystal ball wasn’t Cinder herself but merely her likeness – the most vivid likeness possible. I’d never seen anything like it: a perfect, almost life-size depiction of the woman, disturbed only by trails of mist still swirling-away within the magical orb. I’d heard of such magician’s tools before – crystal balls that could be used to spy on far corners of the world as if one were standing within arm’s reach of what they desired. To see it with my own eyes was as awe-inspiring as it was shocking: awe-inspiring for the vivid detail it showed of Cinder’s body; shocking for the fact that her body was half-naked! “A giantess,” the cult’s newest member named Khalid reached-out to the orb’s surface. “I’ve always wanted one…” his fingertips brushed against the orb’s glassy surface amidst more hacking, wheezing laughter from his peers. “She’s not in the ball, New Blood,” his sponsor, Crooked Hussein smiled. “And she’s only a half-giantess at that.” “Ah, don’t listen to him, boy,” Abdul pointed the tip of his hookah pipe at the image of Cinder. “You’ve got good taste asking for an apple-type. Been too long since we set eyes on this northern beauty.” “He likes them big,” Bashir chuckled smoke like a dragon. “Just like dear Sultan Ibrahim.” “Ha!” Abdul barked. “No one like them big as Ibrahim does!” More unruly laughter wafted into the rafters around me as well as intoxicating smoke. Holding a sneeze by plugging my nose made me realize I was sucking my stomach in. How long had I been doing that? Couldn’t keep that up – holding a sneeze trumped holding a stomach. The whole thing bulged-outwards like purple dough baking into a muffin. A verifiable gut pressed firmly against my pigskin. How big had it truly become? Only stripping would tell. In any case, if I didn’t escape tonight, it was only going to grow bigger. With such thoughts swirling in my mind, I settled into a deep yet comfortable crouch, did my best to ignore the bunching of my middle and sway of my pendulous breasts, and waited for the intelligence I sought to be revealed. Below me, the three acolytes observed the lustful men in their midst with professional satisfaction. Honeybun herself stepped forwards to better address the room. “The half-giantess pleases you, does she not?” she swept her arm grandiosely towards Cinder’s image. “What you are seeing is her very likeness as she is right now in this very moment as she rests blissfully in the Stuffer Dwellings in the jungle below us. As you can see, this apple is ripening nicely, with a round belly that touches her thighs as she curls-up in her sleep.” “That’s not the only part of her getting ripe,” Abdul’s ribs shook as he cackled. “Just look at the size of those tits!” said Bashir. “You could hide Abdul’s bald head in those!” “Indeed,” Honeybun replied coldly. “But as the New Blood, Khalid has learned, these fruits are forbidden to touch.” “And why’s that?” asked Khalid with surprising boldness. “Why keep these… fruits down in the jungle when they could be grown here in the Villa?” “I can tell ya that one, boy,” Abdul held a hand out to silence Honeybun. “C’mere, New Blood. Take a seat by me.” Khalid grew angry. “I was told by Hussein –” “You’re blocking the view, boy!” Abdul’s voice was suddenly loud and crips. “New Blood,” Hussein lay a gentle hand on his initiate’s shoulder. “Take a drag with the elders and listen. Be patient.” Khalid finding his mood burned and chilled by his elders like a sword tempered in a smithy, made his way to Abdul’s side on a patterned pillow. The bald, old oligarch extended his pipe to him, watched him sample the foul, strawberry-flavoured smoke, and proceeded to speak. “I’ll explain it all to you in terms you’ll understand – one enterprising oligarch to another,” Abdul paused to take a long drag of smoke himself. “You and me, we’re landowners – slavemasters. We got thousands of elves sworn to us, like cattle on a ranch.” “Or fruit on a plantation,” Bashir noted with a wink. “And we feed off their spoils,” Abdul pressed-on. “Building our wealth on passive income. Khalid, my boy… how fare your slaves? Do they defy you? Resist the whips and chains?” “Not anymore,” replied Khalid. “They know better now.” “Of course,” Abdul was smiling now. “All beings bend to slavery with enough force, but as their spirit breaks, so too, their will to work.” “What’s this have to do with the girls?” “The girls are slaves!” Abdul’s voice rose and sharpened briefly before returning to it’s hoarse, rasping tones. “But they don’t know it. Here, on this island, they believe themselves to be alone, unwatched, and free. That is the key! No fruit grows as sweet as wild fruit. Only the best are grown for Sultan Ibrahim.” “And they’ll grow quite quickly in such wild, fertile soil,” Bashir added. “Hussein,” Khalid was practically whining. “When will –" “Bah! Enough talk of fruits and slaves!” Bashir leaned eagerly towards the crystal ball. “I think we’ve seen enough of the halfbreed giantess too. I want to see that stableboy’s daughter again.” “Yes!” Hussein said from Khalid’s side. “Show us Victoria again!” Without hesitation, the acolytes chanted around the crystal ball with outstretched arms. Cinder’s image vanished in a swirl of mist, replaced with none other than Victoria laying in her hammock – along with Pixie and Lydia. “See? That’s what I’m talking about!” Hussein proclaimed amidst uproarious clapping and whistles. “You can always count on some girl-on-girl action from this one!” I stared dumbfounded on the sight of Victoria and the girls, none of which were sleeping. It looked as if Pixie and Lydia were trying to convince Victoria to strip her pigskin to the waist as she and Lydia had done – no doubt because of how humid it felt tonight. It also seemed that in the process, both Lydia and Pixie had become distracted by the sight of their softly-protruding bellies and were now inspecting them over Victoria’s face. “What a sight for old eyes,” Bashir’s eyes twitched as he squinted into the orb. “You sure do know where to find the pretty ones, Hussein… and speaking of which… that stableboy daughter’s eyes look rather familiar don’t they?” The old men chuckled at the sight of Hussein flustering before the image of the three girls. Behind him, it was clear Victoria had finally sat-up in her hammock to let her peers pry her pigskin loose. As she let the girls prod and probe her navel, she arched-back with a blissful sigh – and when she opened her eyes, I realized with a shock that they did, indeed, look familiar. “I will say once again,” Hussein voice was slow and level despite the laughter in the room. “I did not… have… sexual relations with that woman…” Victoria wasn’t royalty – she wasn’t even the daughter of a royal stablemaster – she was the bastard of Crooked Hussein.