chapter 11

Ten years later

Queen Ralia struggled to hoist herself up from the throne. The more pregnant she gets the harder it becomes. She feels a bit bad for the babies inside her. There can't be much room with ten of them crammed inside her.

Once she's on her feet, moving is a lot easier. Her hips have widened considerably with the nearly twenty pregnancies she's had thus far. Her legs have become strong and thick while her rear has become a sight to behold. Absko can put his entire length between her unparted cheeks and just kiss her puckered ring with his head.

Her sides and middle are plush with fat. So much so that her finger sinks all the way to the second knuckle. The fat on her belly isn't as thick, but she's certain it's because of how she's always pregnant. Even when standing, the heavy dome goes down to the middle of her thighs. It's not the biggest she's ever been; her current record is 16. She hopes to break that soon.

It's hard to believe her breasts used to be small. Her enormous jugs are easily each the size of her head. These days they tend to either rest on top of her fat pregnant belly or frame it when not wearing a bra. They also constantly overflow with milk. Her harem and even a few of her maids gladly drink what her many children have no hope of consuming.

Her milk is fatty, rich, and sweet. And they drink it nearly as fast as she makes it. Her maids have taken to wearing skimpy clothing to let their flabby bodies and bloated bellies expand in peace. Her harem, on the other hand, has been working hard to keep in shape. She wouldn't call them fat, but there was a thickness to them that wasn't there ten years ago. Even Thor and Min-jun, her smallest concubines have filled out considerably.

But perhaps the thing she is happiest about is her hair. Her dreadlocks now reach her hips. She and Absko bond over finding more and more regal styles to try. Even they're down, she feels like more than a queen mother. If anything, she's reminded of a fertility statue. Once her babies are weaned, the community cares for them as if they are their mothers.

Queen Ralia thought she'd be sad about it, but she's not. She still sees them from time to time. They are happy, healthy, and want for nothing. She has more time to take care of her three girls, run her queendom, and pop out more babies. She's content with her lot in life.

The queen waddles out of the throne room and onto the waiting litter. Her concubines walk alongside her. Holding court in her love nest became extremely inconvenient. So it makes things easier, she'd travel on a litter. But she isn't going to the love nest. Today, all of Yoddia is celebrating ten years of pregnancy. Once a year, the adults spend an entire evening giving Queen Ralia every pleasure possible.

The litter takes her to a secluded area. The smell of food wafts into the air. Her portly maids swarm around her and remove her clothes and stand. The chill of the night air heightens her senses. Queen Ralia can feel her nether regions drool in anticipation. She's recently grown a third womb and she plans on impregnating it by the end of the month.

It's hard to imagine her insides expanding any more than they already have. She will manage though. The more she eats, the more her insides stretch. It'll be tight but doable.

She looks at her people. Despite her own body, theirs are as battle-ready as ever. It gives the queen relief to know that her people do not need her to fight for them. She didn't need to win a war for them - they can do that on their own. Getting fat and pregnant was the best thing she could ever do for them. And they surely love to show their appreciation.

Her maids help her into a full-body swing that leaves every plump bit of flesh on display. People gather around with tasty dishes for her to eat. It's a nonstop feeding frenzy as they shovel bite after bite of food into her greedy body. She's barely tasting the food at all. The only thing she cares about is getting bigger.

She tries to reach around her expanding stomach to stroke herself, but it's laughably out of reach. She isn't surprised. She's 359 pounds with an empty belly; masturbating is nearly impossible. But her growing arousal cannot be ignored. She sees Ricardo from the corner of her eye walk towards her parted thighs. He pushes inside full hilt making the swing sway a bit. She can feel her other harem members hold her steady for him to pound her.

She sighs in pleasure and relief when he slides into her full hilt. She can feel her bloated middle shift and jostle. She rubs her hands over her belly feeling it ripple in time to his thrusts. Just when she thinks it can't get any better, she feels fingers gently running around her puckered ring. A thick finger slips its way inside. It brushes against Ricardo behind the thin membrane.

She's not sure who it is at first until the third finger is wriggling in and stretching her open. Absko and Min-jun are the biggest in her harem, but Min-jun isn't really into anal. She moans when she feels Absko slide deep inside her. Her mouth is too stuffed with food for anything else. The queen closes her eyes and takes in all the sensations.

There are hands everywhere groping and fondling her fat. She feels someone's warm, wet tongue tease her stretched navel. It's not quite popped yet, but it's close. She shudders at how sensitive it feels. If she fills herself with enough cum and food, she might get it to pop. It's almost like a second clit when it is. Queen Ralia gulps down her food with increased vigor. She's been stretching out her abdominal cavity for years now. Her belly can stretch out in all directions for an impressive distance. And while that makes it harder to pop her navel, it also makes it all the more satisfying.

Saddiq and Min-jun stand on either side of her expanding form. Even though the queen's belly is stretched taut, her sides are plenty soft. Three thick rolls frame either side of her - a perfect place to rut into. They're not sensitive like her navel. However, it's hot seeing her fat self wobble and belch up a storm.

Queen Ralia does not disappoint. Her bloated frame jiggles frantically in time to her concubines' thrusts. The shaking knocks a mighty belch from her stomach. She eats with renewed vigor now that more space has been freed up.

She can feel her babies move inside of her in protest. Their kicks and stretches are barely visible underneath the healthy layer of flab, but she feels the movement keenly. The queen tries to rub her belly soothingly, but she's far too big to properly reach. Seamus notices her struggles and takes over for her. He rubs her middle peppering it with kisses. Thor notices his efforts and goes on the other side to help. The queen's belly is far too expansive for just one person.

Her people stuff her for nearly an hour before she has to take a break. Being pregnant does stile her eating potential, but her body stretches where it can. Not only that, but her harem has spent the entire time spilling deep inside her before plugging her up. The tension in her belly finally popped out of her navel. She has just enough room for shallow breaths. And she's not the only one.

Her maids have been taking turns drinking from her breasts. The constant pregnancies mean she produces mammoth amounts of milk. Since their bellies aren't encumbered with babies or cum, they drink whatever her many children can't. It's sweet, creamy, and ever so fattening. They are all hopelessly addicted to the taste and it shows. Fat has found its way to every inch of their frames. Their muscular bodies are long gone, and they love it. When they aren't attending to their queen, they attend to each other. In fact, they've started a full-on orgy nearby.

Not that the queen minds too much. She's been having her own personal gang bang for the better part of an hour and she's still raring to go. One of her concubines is teasing her navel dipping it in and out and swirling it around the rim. Meanwhile, another goes to town between her folds. It's been keeping her in a near orgasmic haze for a while now.

Queen Ralia can honestly say she's happy with her life. Something is satisfying about expanding as much as possible without having to worry about staying in fighting trim. Even though she's pretty strong from hauling her bulk around, she's far too fat and pregnant to be of any use. She's thankful for her people in more ways than one. If it weren't for them, she'd never found her calling in life.

The queen spends the next hour or so in pure bliss. Her belly stretches and swells underneath hands that cannot reach all of her. The taunt firmness is a delicious contrast between the plush softness everywhere else. She's stuffed to the brim and has no more room to give. Queen Ralia can feel the call of sleep pulling her under. She drifts off knowing that when she wakes up, she'll be fatter and have freed up some room. Then she'll do it all over again.