chapter 8

Queen Ralia finds herself in the middle of the town square about a week later. It's the annual harvest festival. Once a year, her people gather around to celebrate the first day of the harvest season. There's food, games, music, and much merriment. The queen has loved it ever since she was a little girl.

It's nice to be among her people and just enjoy herself. She's brought her harem along as well. It would be a shame if they missed the festivities. Her people seem eager to show them their traditions; her concubines seem equally eager to participate. She's glad that they are getting along well. She is sure had she expected her people to reproduce instead of becoming Queen Mother, they wouldn't be so accepting.

Someone starts playing a song and everyone starts dancing. The queen sits and watches. She'd love to join in. Sadly, these days she's gone from graceful warrior to a klutz. She waddles when she walks and bumps into everything with her fat belly and ponderous behind. She'd fall down for sure.

Still, her belly is good for something. Queen Ralia discovered a while ago it makes a great table. It's a nice trade-off for the fact she can't get as close to the table as she needs to. She grabs a drink and a plate overflowing with food and tucks in.

"Are you going to sit there all night by yourself?"

The queen smiles and turns to the lilting voice. Seamus smiles back. He leans down to give her lower back a rub. Queen Ralia sighs and leans into it. The only thing better than a good belly rub is a back rub.

"I'd love to, but I'm too huge. I'll spend most of the dance falling on my rear end than on my feet." She smacks her fat behind for emphasis. Seamus's eyes light up as her arm and butt fat wobble around and send shockwaves through her entire frame.

"Oh, aye. You are a huge one for sure." His husky voice sends shivers down the queen's spine.

"Tell me, my ginger concubine," she hoists her heavy breasts for emphasis. She's going to need milking soon. "Just how big am I?"

Seamus smiles. Unlike most women he's met, Queen Ralia is the only one who gets off on how big she is. He grabs a prominent side roll and gives it a good shake. "You're so big that I'll bet you could sit on my lap, in plan view of everyone, ride me, and no one would be able to see me."

Her heart speeds up. She hasn't had sex outside since that one day with Thor. But while that had been a situation where their horniness got the better of them, this seemed more deliberate. And yet being in the throes of passion with no one noticing is the sexiest thing she has ever heard. She chuckles to herself. Her mother always told her that men were sex-craved creatures, but honestly, she thinks she's much worse.

"Aren't you afraid I'll crush you?"

Seamus kisses her soundly on the lips. "It's what I'm counting on."

They find a seat near a wall. Seamus sits down and pulls his length from his loincloth. She pulls the back of her skirt up and lines herself up with his head. She carefully slides down and envelops him in her wet heat.

Seamus is absolutely crushed underneath her. Her thighs completely ooze over him and her chunky butt is pressing into his lower abdomen. She's extremely heavy. He thinks she's about 250 now - well over 100 pounds more than when they first met. He is absolutely loving it.

Then she starts moving. The queen is too heavy to bounce up and down. So instead she slowly rotates her hips. Seamus's breath hitches. It feels much better this way.

For the next fifteen minutes, random people come by. There are several well-wishers, lots of people stopping to coo at her stomach, and many more plying her with food. Not once did anyone notice how flushed she was or even saw a blissful Seamus under her.

"Your majesty. Do you need some help?"

It takes the queen a moment to register the voice. She sees one of her personal maids standing in front of her. She has no idea what the other woman could be talking about until she looks down. Her nipples have started to leak.

"If you could."

"Shall I take you somewhere private?"

"No. Here is good." She can feel Seamus getting close. It wouldn't do to leave now. Plus some extra stimulation would be nice.

"Of course. I'll get something to put it in."
The maid leaves and comes back with a container. She fishes out one of her breasts. She's always taken aback as to how big they are. Just one breast sits heavily in one hand. The maid attaches a breast pump to one nipple and starts squeezing the handle.

Queen Ralia feels the tale-tell warmth grow deep in her loins. She tries to hold out as long as she can. Unfortunately, she can only hold off until she starts draining the second breast. Seamus makes it until the other woman drains the last dregs of milk. She bids the queen well and then leaves.

Once the maid leaves, the Queen stands up. She can feel Seamus's cum dripping down her thighs. She's very thankful for her long skirt. She turns around and looks at Seamus. He tucks himself in and stretches. He fondles her butt one more time and heads off.

The queen stays for another hour before leaving. She has an early appointment and if she spends all night here, someone will break their backs trying to get her back to bed.

The next day finds the queen laying on an examination table. The healer smears gel on her belly to confirm her babies' genders. Queen Ralia is just amazed that it can see anything past all of her fat.

"Well, I have news." The healer looks at her chagrined.

"Are some of the babies boys?"

"No, the potion worked well," the healer gives her a side-eye, "Too well."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when I said you could get pregnant while pregnant if you kept taking the potion? Well, a second womb formed. You have 5 babies inside of that one and they are 3 months along."

"So then when I am 9 months along with the first pregnancy ..."

"You'll be six with the second. You are going to get enormous. Even more, than you are now. I'm putting you on bed rest and taking away the potion."

"No, I understand. I guess I'm the proud mother-to-be of 8 kids."

The healer sighs. "Just let me know if you have any issues."

"Of course."

It didn't take long for the palace to find out what happened. By the end of the day, she'd been fed until she couldn't breathe. She smiles to herself. She's going to repopulate Yoddia in record time.Queen Ralia finds herself in the middle of the town square about a week later. It's the annual harvest festival. Once a year, her people gather around to celebrate the first day of the harvest season. There's food, games, music, and much merriment. The queen has loved it ever since she was a little girl.

It's nice to be among her people and just enjoy herself. She's brought her harem along as well. It would be a shame if they missed the festivities. Her people seem eager to show them their traditions; her concubines seem equally eager to participate. She's glad that they are getting along well. She is sure had she expected her people to reproduce instead of becoming Queen Mother, they wouldn't be so accepting.

Someone starts playing a song and everyone starts dancing. The queen sits and watches. She'd love to join in. Sadly, these days she's gone from graceful warrior to a klutz. She waddles when she walks and bumps into everything with her fat belly and ponderous behind. She'd fall down for sure.

Still, her belly is good for something. Queen Ralia discovered a while ago it makes a great table. It's a nice trade-off for the fact she can't get as close to the table as she needs to. She grabs a drink and a plate overflowing with food and tucks in.

"Are you going to sit there all night by yourself?"

The queen smiles and turns to the lilting voice. Seamus smiles back. He leans down to give her lower back a rub. Queen Ralia sighs and leans into it. The only thing better than a good belly rub is a back rub.

"I'd love to, but I'm too huge. I'll spend most of the dance falling on my rear end than on my feet." She smacks her fat behind for emphasis. Seamus's eyes light up as her arm and butt fat wobble around and send shockwaves through her entire frame.

"Oh, aye. You are a huge one for sure." His husky voice sends shivers down the queen's spine.

"Tell me, my ginger concubine," she hoists her heavy breasts for emphasis. She's going to need milking soon. "Just how big am I?"

Seamus smiles. Unlike most women he's met, Queen Ralia is the only one who gets off on how big she is. He grabs a prominent side roll and gives it a good shake. "You're so big that I'll bet you could sit on my lap, in plan view of everyone, ride me, and no one would be able to see me."

Her heart speeds up. She hasn't had sex outside since that one day with Thor. But while that had been a situation where their horniness got the better of them, this seemed more deliberate. And yet being in the throes of passion with no one noticing is the sexiest thing she has ever heard. She chuckles to herself. Her mother always told her that men were sex-craved creatures, but honestly, she thinks she's much worse.

"Aren't you afraid I'll crush you?"

Seamus kisses her soundly on the lips. "It's what I'm counting on."

They find a seat near a wall. Seamus sits down and pulls his length from his loincloth. She pulls the back of her skirt up and lines herself up with his head. She carefully slides down and envelops him in her wet heat.

Seamus is absolutely crushed underneath her. Her thighs completely ooze over him and her chunky butt is pressing into his lower abdomen. She's extremely heavy. He thinks she's about 250 now - well over 100 pounds more than when they first met. He is absolutely loving it.

Then she starts moving. The queen is too heavy to bounce up and down. So instead she slowly rotates her hips. Seamus's breath hitches. It feels much better this way.

For the next fifteen minutes, random people come by. There are several well-wishers, lots of people stopping to coo at her stomach, and many more plying her with food. Not once did anyone notice how flushed she was or even saw a blissful Seamus under her.

"Your majesty. Do you need some help?"

It takes the queen a moment to register the voice. She sees one of her personal maids standing in front of her. She has no idea what the other woman could be talking about until she looks down. Her nipples have started to leak.

"If you could."

"Shall I take you somewhere private?"

"No. Here is good." She can feel Seamus getting close. It wouldn't do to leave now. Plus some extra stimulation would be nice.

"Of course. I'll get something to put it in."
The maid leaves and comes back with a container. She fishes out one of her breasts. She's always taken aback as to how big they are. Just one breast sits heavily in one hand. The maid attaches a breast pump to one nipple and starts squeezing the handle.

Queen Ralia feels the tale-tell warmth grow deep in her loins. She tries to hold out as long as she can. Unfortunately, she can only hold off until she starts draining the second breast. Seamus makes it until the other woman drains the last dregs of milk. She bids the queen well and then leaves.

Once the maid leaves, the Queen stands up. She can feel Seamus's cum dripping down her thighs. She's very thankful for her long skirt. She turns around and looks at Seamus. He tucks himself in and stretches. He fondles her butt one more time and heads off.

The queen stays for another hour before leaving. She has an early appointment and if she spends all night here, someone will break their backs trying to get her back to bed.

The next day finds the queen laying on an examination table. The healer smears gel on her belly to confirm her babies' genders. Queen Ralia is just amazed that it can see anything past all of her fat.

"Well, I have news." The healer looks at her chagrined.

"Are some of the babies boys?"

"No, the potion worked well," the healer gives her a side-eye, "Too well."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when I said you could get pregnant while pregnant if you kept taking the potion? Well, a second womb formed. You have 5 babies inside of that one and they are 3 months along."

"So then when I am 9 months along with the first pregnancy ..."

"You'll be six with the second. You are going to get enormous. Even more, than you are now. I'm putting you on bed rest and taking away the potion."

"No, I understand. I guess I'm the proud mother-to-be of 8 kids."

The healer sighs. "Just let me know if you have any issues."

"Of course."

It didn't take long for the palace to find out what happened. By the end of the day, she'd been fed until she couldn't breathe. She smiles to herself. She's going to repopulate Yoddia in record time.