Chapter 2 - royal adjustments

It's been awhile since Manta informed me of my fate. In that time, I had done little to fight it. Every time the trough fills, I find myself gorging like a dugong. I have no way of keeping track of time, but I feel like the trough is being refilled sooner with every passing day. Because of this, my stomach is constantly swollen; rarely having time to ever fully digest. The lights are turned off whenever I finish, allowing me time to sleep in the darkness. When they turn back on, there is more food for me to eat.

These eating habits, and the fact that in only ever eating pure fat, has taken its toll on my figure. It's hard to actually gauge how much my stomach has grown, since it is never completely empty. But I'm not naive enough to think that it isn't much bigger. It droops heavily when I crawl, forever decreasing the gap between my spine and the floor. It bloats out into my lap, covering my clam underneath as it inches further down my thighs.

Said thighs have felt the wrath of my diet as well. If I could stand, I'm sure they would rub together when walking. I now have to spread my legs out more to keep them from touching in a sitting position, a position I spend most of my time in nowadays. Cellulite has made its presence known, dimpling my flesh the pattern on brain coral. They seemingly jiggles all the time with every movement I make, yet they are far from the only body part that does so.

My arms are plumper. They feel so soft, any remnants of biceps or triceps buried beneath the fleshy adipose that encases them. My face has grown fuller as well. Sharp, Xebelian features swollen out; cheeks turned pudgy like a baby's and jawline submerged under a second chin. I doubt even my closest relatives would recognize me; my silky red hair turned completely to frizz, obscuring parts of my face as its weighed down with a greasy combination of sweat and blubber from past meals. I hadn't had a bath since before I was locked in her and my cell was never cleaned, leaving the room with an overall unpleasant fishy smell to it, not that I noticed usually. My nose had grown familiar to the stench, and I to the lack of personal hygiene I was afforded.

My breasts have bloated into mockeries of their former selves. Previously swollen with milk to feed my newborn, they were now bloated with the multiple feasts I engaged in on a daily basis. They were beyond ripe looking, falling heavily onto my extraordinary belly. Their weight, however, forced them to droop down off the doughy shelf to both sides; sagging apart as my nipples began to point southward. Said nipples resembled the teats of a breastfeeding humpback, having grown larger and longer than ever before. This probably wasn't helped by my constant pulling on them. They were still producing milk at a seemingly accelerated rate. It may have had something to do with the food or the weight gain itself, but it got to a point where it was downright painful to ignore. So after meals, I began to milk myself, rubbing and pulling my nipples till the white liquid started pouring out. While it was originally done out of necessity, it would be impossible for me to say it wasn't extremely pleasurable.

Pleasure had become the main focus of my life since being locked in here. Gorging myself on the delicious assortment of flavored blubber I was given gave me a new sense of fulfillment every time. It was like an aphrodisiac. Feeling my stomach being stretched was such a turn-on. Feeling how by belly and breasts hung down mere inches off the floor when I ate made my knees weak. Feeling my gut graze against the floor after it reached its peak level of bloat was damn near orgasmic. Feeling my ass squish and spread out across the stone floor when I plopped down, almost too full to breath, drove me wild. Milking myself made my brain down. Knowing that I would soon be too fat to reach my clam and pearl, feeling how the size of my belly and my thighs already made it difficult, was better than any feeling Arthur's triton could ever give me. And after I finally climaxed, I felt peace, knowing that I'd be able to do it all over again in a couple hours.