chapter 2

Seeing his discomfort she grasped his hands in hers and smiled up at him. "Forget her...you will always please me. I regret only that I am not your queen."

He nodded, knowing that she loved him. There must be some way, after all he WAS king and could damn well do as he pleased.

Turning, he began putting away his armor, noting that he would need to remember to have the laces repaired. Finishing, he closed the lid on the ironbound trunk and sat on it, suddenly mindful of his belly flesh quivering on his thighs. "What next my love? No dragons or vile knights can I slay for thee until I am once again slender." He smiled, "However methinks with all this energy spent squeezing my body into that metal suit has given me a fearsome hunger...for both food and you."

He eyed her perfect form loving her. He ached to see her breasts swell with milk, nourishing an heir. He desired her more than ever, knowing it hurt her deeply as well. He saw tears form. "Come dearest, you know I love only you. Put that out of your mind and hold me close"

Blinking her tears away she smiled and hugged him close. "What are you hungry for, love?" She knelt in front of him, his belly swelling close to her. "Do you want dinner...and then...Mm, desert?"

He relaxed and let his belly flow out toward her. "Yes, and I confess I desire double portions of both."

She grinned up at him. "Then let us go to dinner!" She stood, drawing him up with her. "Let me just send instructions to the kitchen, then I will meet you again." She hurried away, her dress flaring behind her. Servants nodded to her as she past. She had told them long ago not to bow or scrape, and each held her in healthy respect.

He watched her hurry from the room at his bidding. How he loved her. Sighing, he slid off the tight leather pants he was wearing and shrugged into the soft robe he favored wearing during his feeding and subsequent lovemaking bouts. As he walked heavily through the corridors, unmindful of the servants bowing, he mused on how he had grown so in his body. Was it is mistress who quietly encouraged him? He seemed to recall every time he over fed, the feeding was followed by hours of incredible lovemaking.

Had she been using his desire for her to increase his size? He slowed in thought as he reached the door to the great dining room, and watched her direct servants in placing heaping plates on the table.

She slipped into the table beside him silently, slightly breathless. "I told the cook," She said, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. "So there will be less food." She leaned into him, kissing his cheek.

"Ah! Here dinner comes..." She opened her dish - it was the same serving size as normal, but she knew her king's portion was at least half again the usual size. With heaps of potatoes (smothered in rich butter), carrots, heavy, fattening gravy, beef, chicken, stuffing, turkey, and wine.

"Hmmm, I am ravenous, but I eat what you have prepared for me." He uncovered his plate and though the portions seemed larger than usual, the scent was overwhelming and as he ate, felt himself filling nicely. "The cook has outdone himself," he said finishing his meal " I am satisfied." I love your deserts." he said with a wink.

Too full to finish her small meal, she finished half and pushed it toward him smiling. "Please? It'd be an insult to the cook for any food to remain uneaten." He eyed her unfinished dinner with some longing and sighing, finished, his abdomen now distended into a firm round shape which, while uncomfortable, was extremely arousing.

"Now for your desert your majesty?...perhaps it would be best served in our rooms?"

Stretching his hand to her he replied, "Yes love, best served in our rooms"

He offered his arm to her and they strolled slowly through the darkening ancient castle he loved so dearly. Torches flickering in the high arching corridors, their soft footfalls echoing lightly as they moved, their bodies touching as they walked arm in arm.

She rested her head under his shoulder, her arm snaked under his robe and barely around him. He was larger than he had ever been and she smiled at the realization, then gasped as a deep vibration suddenly began singing deep in her center. She could feel his soft roll of fat over his hip bounce and bulge against her arm as they walked. "Dinner was fine?" She stroked the underside of his roll with her small fingers, loving the softness there.

"Yes, it was wonderful, we must give our cook a greater stipend, he continues to surpass himself. For eating light as you suggest his meal was both superb and the portions immense."

They reached their room and moved inside. A great fire had been lit and the warmth reflected off the tapestries draped everywhere. He groaned, massaging the sides of his over inflated abdomen, loosening the belt of his robe with a small burp. "You were speaking of desert"

He kissed her and held her as they moved close to the bed.

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more to come