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I stretch out languidly on my bed with a blissful sigh. The silk sheets caress my smooth skin, raising goosebumps of delight in their wake. I smile as I sink deeper into the armada of velvety pillows that surround me.
Being a queen's concubine, I literally don't have to lift a finger. I am flooded with the most expensive clothes and jewelry, the most delicious food, everything I want.
All I have to do in return is warm the queen's bed, and get fat.
It became pretty obvious the queen was into heavier women the second she laid her eyes on me. I was never exactly rail thin, I always had a bit of extra flesh on me, and the queen spent hours praising my curves, telling me how beautiful I was, and how much more beautiful will I be once I gain more weight.
The lingerie she picked for me is a soft pink babydoll that hugs the curves my queen loves so much, and which had grown quite bigger since she's chosen me. My heavy breasts swell over the lacy cups that can barely contain them, the soft material falls sheer over the dome of my belly that has grown round and soft from over-indulgence. The flabby bottom of it peeks out from under the babydoll, halfway covering the matching thong that digs into my wide hips, pushing out the velvety soft rolls on my waist.
I have no idea how much weight I've put on lately, but I do know that I grow fast and steady with all the delicious food my queen is feeding me with. I remember the bed being more spacious - my body has grown enough that I take up more space, spreading out like warm butter.
My stomach growls, empty and needy when the queen slips back inside the room balancing a tray full of food. She sends me a smile as she reaches the bed, one hand immediately going to my belly to squeeze. She always does this, weighing my body with her hands, noting how much fat she can squish.
“Hungry, are we?” she coos as she pinches my puffy lower stomach. She slips a thumb inside my deep belly button and gives my belly a tug that makes me jiggle all over.
“As always, Your Majesty,” I reply, already licking my lips at the sight of all that delicious food. I sit up with some difficulty. It's become more tricky to balance myself lately, and I end up huffing and groaning as I finally heave myself up. My queen grins at me smugly.
“My, my, we got a little big,” she gives my belly another jiggle. “You're so sexy when you can barely move. And soon you'll be so stuffed that you'll be completely immobile, I'll make sure of that.”
Her words send a delicious shiver down my spine. I open my mouth immediately when she hands me the first dessert, a pink cupcake that matches my lingerie in shade. I moan happily at the taste, my belly immediately demanding more.
“So greedy,” the queen tuts. She shoves her finger into my mouth and commands me to suck. I lick the frosting off her finger needily, wanting every single drop in my hungry belly.
She places a hand on my plump thigh, her fingers tracing the pink stretchmarks. She squeezes there, gathering the soft fat into her hand. Her fingers leave dimples in my soft skin. Her touch makes me shiver.
“Do you have any idea how big you've grown, sweetheart?” she coos to me as she feeds me the next cupcake, shoving it into my mouth. She's just as greedy as I am, greedy for my gain, wanting me as big as possible and as fast as possible.
“That you're literally twice your size than you've started?”
I can't help but moan softly at her words. I swallow down the dessert noisily, immediately opening my mouth for more. I love it when she lusts over my growing body, when she fondles my fat like it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. More food is pushed into my mouth, rich, creamy and soft. I lick at my queen's hand greedily.
“Such a pretty piggy,” she says to me. Her free hand gives my wide rear a curt spank, making me whine around the cupcake in my mouth. “Oh, this huge bottom. It was so big when I first met you, but now it's even bigger. Hm, it's nearly hanging off the bed now. Once I'm done feeding you, I'll spank this plump peach butt of yours. Does that sound good, piggy?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I moan as her hands grope all over my body, squeezing the rolls at my waist. She pinches hard at where the string of my thong digs in, sinks her red nails into the soft flesh, making me keen in my throat. She hooks her finger under the string and then snaps it back, delighted by the way it makes my fat jiggle.
She puts the tray down on the bed and snaps her finger. “On your hands and knees.”
I immediately follow her orders, scrambling onto all fours. I tremble with excitement, wondering what my queen would like me to do.
“Eat like that,” my queen commands, and the moan that rips out of my throat is louder than ever before. How could I resist her, and all that delicious, sweet food? I shove my face straight into the tray, smearing cake all over my face. My queen seats herself behind me and grabs my wide hips. She leans over my back and nips at the soft fat on my neck, making me shiver.
“I can't stop feeding you,” she whispers into my ear hotly, “I can't stop fattening you up. One day I will make you so huge you'll break this bed.”
She reaches under me and starts fondling my belly, kneading at the soft rolls that slowly but surely fill out and grow taut as I stuff my stomach, following her orders.
“Oh, sweet thing, do you know that your belly hangs so low like this, it's nearly brushing the bed?” she accentuates her point by giving it a good squeeze, her hand trapped between my fat and the silk sheets. Her hands travel up to squeeze my breasts through the lacy cups. She gives them a playful jiggle.
“You've certainly grown a lot here, too. These delicious milk jugs of yours…”
I whimper and moan at her words as I continue lapping up the food she's put out for me. I am aware that I'm getting messy, my face is covered in crumbs and cream, and it's falling onto the bed too. My belly grows tight as I'm packing it to the brim to please my beautiful queen.
“Yes, darling, eat, eat for me,” she moans as she cups my belly again, pressing her fingers deep into my bloat. A small burp escapes as she squeezes the trapped air out. She chuckles.
“Mhm, I love it when you're so full you start getting messy,” she rubs my heavily hanging stomach, from the tight top to the still soft, flabby bottom. “A real pig you are.”
I grunt softly in response. There's still so much cake and other desserts left on the tray, but I have to please her, that's my only job. I start taking shallower breaths as my bloated stomach pushes against my lungs. I'm getting so full, but I can't stop. I need to get bigger, fatter, softer. For my queen.
“Yes, darling, keep stuffing yourself, keep filling that endless gut. Such a good piggy for me.”
She gives my ass a good slap. I can feel it jiggle like jelly, along with my thighs as she gives them a spank, too. My entire body wobbles and jiggles, soft like marshmallow, but my belly is getting tighter and tighter.
The queen rubs over my distended belly with a hum.
“You're getting full, aren't you? I can tell. You're tight as a drum. Imagine what all these calories are gonna do to you, my dear. Oh, they're gonna blow you up so big.”
I pant with my mouth full as she squeezes my belly. Her fingers barely sink in anymore, the soft blubber giving place to overfilled tightness. She gives my taut tummy a gentle pat.
“You're almost done,” she tells me, kissing me on the shoulder. “Eat up for me.”
I don't even understand how I manage to swallow down the last bites. I can't even lift my head from the tray as I wheeze and grunt like an actual pig. My arms can barely hold up my weight that feels even heavier after all this food. My queen gently rolls me onto my back. My belly doesn't wobble like usual; it's rock hard and swollen, pushing out and away from my fame. It quivers as my queen kisses all over its overtaxed curve. I blush as my belly gurgles, trying its best to start digesting all that food.
“Such a good job, I'm so proud of you,” the queen coos as she starts rubbing my belly. The cream sloshes inside. I let out soft huffs as my queen rubs circles into my overstuffed stomach. She presses down to make me release belches and moans.
“I'm so full, Your Majesty…” I whimper. She shushes me softly.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Your tummy feels so taut, you nearly burst, didn't you? But that's a sacrifice you gotta make if you wanna grow even bigger.”
I smile up at her with a nod. I do want to get bigger, big enough to break the bed like my queen told me. As I increase in size, my queen spoils me more and more. The fatter I am, the happier she is - and therefore, the happier I am.