chapter 3

It doesn't take long for the weight to show up at all. It's been two weeks and already Queen Ralia's looking softer. She stands naked in the mirror to admire the changes. Her muscles are still very much there, but they are less defined. Her breast band is getting a bit tight and there is a jiggle to her backside she's never had before. Still, a good deal of the weight seems to have gone to her belly. Instead of rippling muscle, it's just flat with faint ridges hinting at a strong core.

It's not much, but it's an exciting start. It would be even more exciting, however, if she were pregnant. The healer reminds her that the fertility potion she's has doesn't make her ovulate any more frequently than she already does, but it's aggravating all the same.

It's Friday, so she's taking her weekly day off from her love nest. As much as she loves the hours of getting stuffed in every hole, she does have a country to run. Since this endeavor started, she's taken to wearing breast bands and long skirts. It lets her ever-expanding breathe and grants her easy access to her heightened libido.

Her people have taken an enthusiastic interest in her changing body. There aren't many chubby women in Yoddia. Such is the nature of a warrior society. The few chubby people there tend to be new recruits that trade their softer bodies for battle-ready ones. Someone, especially the queen, purposefully softening up is unheard of. Not only that but seeing how much she loves her people - how dedicated she is to them - is especially endearing. If this Friday is anything like last Friday, her people will have her stuffed to the gills by the end of the day.

She spends most of the morning in meetings. Her advisors had all chipped in to get a rather large dessert tray. Most of it winds up in her gut. Normally, she'd never be able to eat a quarter of what should be enough for twenty people without passing out. Yet she's downed half of it and still has room for more. She shifts in her seat. With all the constant sex and belly stuffing she's been doing lately, just glancing at her bloated middle has her hot and bothered.

Once the meeting adjourns, she sneaks off to find her harem. They have the day off, but she's sure at least one of them would be down for a quickie anyway.

She finds Saddiq and Absko in their quarters. They are more than happy to help her out. In the interest of expediency, the three of them decide to take her at once. She leaves to clean herself out and grabs two plugs. She plans on coming back at some point as the day progresses and wants to see how much cum she can keep inside her.

When she comes back, Absko is settled on his bed with Saddiq standing next to it. Absko beckons her over to him, and she eagerly scampers over to him. Out of all her concubines, he is her gentlest lover. She straddles his waist, back towards him, and gently settles herself down. She bits her lip as his head kiss her puckered ring. She doesn't need to prepare herself. Since the first day, Queen Ralia's found out just lovely anal is.

Absko slides in easy enough. Queen Ralia squirted a good amount of lube inside and brought more just in case. He holds her and rolls the two of them on their side. He lets out a groan of pleasure as his hips twitch. Saddiq clambers over and lays down in front of the queen. He hooks a leg over her and Absko pushes inside her dripping slit. There's no need for lube as much as she's drooling.

The queen lets out a loud, breathy moan. She's never taken two of them together before, and she regrets they've never done it sooner. She feels utterly stretched and full. Her vision is full of stars. It's a wonder that they haven't blown their load from all that pressure. Saddiq rubs her arm and Absko plants a kiss on the back of her fuzzy head.

She decided at some point to grow her hair out. Queen Ralia always shaved it off citing it as a hazard in battle. However, since she'd never see another battlefield for the rest of her days, there was no reason not to grow it out. Perhaps she'll grow it long and let Absko braid it for her or put it up in dreadlocks.

Once she finally settled, the two men set off in an alternating rhythm. As soon as one pulled out, the other went in. The queen loudly panted and mewled. She could feel the burgeoning fat on her body jiggle violently. The dessert plate in her belly jostled eliciting a few burps along the way. The two men grunted as they stimulated each other through the thin membrane separating each other.

Saddiq gazed at the queen's face scrunched in ecstasy. When his family told him he'd been chosen to help repopulate a small nation, he couldn't believe his luck. Now that he's seen and lain with the queen, he spends every day grateful for his fortune. The queen's regal beauty is truly a sight to behold. He has no doubt she'll be just as beautiful fat and pregnant as she is now.

Meanwhile, Absko is similarly content with his circumstances. He's always preferred his women on the bigger side. Sure, Queen Ralia is much smaller and firmer than his usual choice. That being said, there is something oddly satisfying about seeing a fit woman plump up before his eyes. He glances appreciatively at her trembling rear. At the rate things are going, soon every movement will send shockwaves across her entire body.

Queen Ralia doesn't last very long. She screams as orgasm shakes her to her core. Her lovers keep pounding away on either side of her. She remembers how she has a day full of hearing her people's concerns and getting every last inch of her stomach crammed with food. She idly wonders if she should leave now so as not to be late but quickly shoot that idea down. She's not so cruel as to leave them blue balled. Besides, she's liable to get another orgasm or two from it all.

Saddiq finishes next a few minutes later. He grabs a plug and seals her up tightly. He reaches down to swirl her little nub. Queen Ralia squeals at the additional stimulation. She gasps his face and pulls him in for a kiss. Their tongues explore each other until the need to breathe overtakes them. She then pushes his face down between her breasts. Saddiq makes sure each one is properly suckled and nipped.

Another orgasm starts to build up stronger than the last one. The pulses are enough to send Absko over the edge. She can feel him come in long, hot spurts deep inside her. She sighs - content as he slides out and sticks the other plug inside. She doesn't want to move. With the aftershocks and feeling comfortable laying sandwiched between them, it's hard to get back up. Yet Saddiq dutifully cleaned her up and Absko helped her up and dress.

There wasn't enough cum to bloat her. Still, it was sweet torture with both of the plugs inside her cum-filled holes. The queen made her way to the throne room to hear her people's grievances.

She sits on the dais, thankfully not late at all, and motions for the proceedings to start. There aren't too many people - perhaps no more than fifty. However, each one of them has a platter of food just for her. She sighs. She prays for strength to make it through each plate.

There are two servants on either side of her in addition to the usual staff. One gives her the food and takes away the empty dishes. The other kneads her stomach to aid digestion and work out the air pockets. Her people seem eager to fatten her up as quickly as possible. Most of them brought the richest, fattiest foods they could find.

She makes it a third of the way through before she calls a recess. She's not as stuffed as she could be, but she is starting to lose focus. Queen Ralia takes a moment to admire her bloated middle. It's sticking straight out and makes her look like she's swallowed a cantaloupe. Between that and the plugs, she needs another session with Absko and Saddiq.

She comes back thirty minutes later - stomach emptier but with much more cum. Her lower belly is decently bloated and sloshy. Her servants smirk at the slight waddle she now has.

By the end of the day, she is struggling to breathe. Between all the food her people brought and Absko and Saddiq, there isn't an inch of room left in her. Her stomach is so bloated that it nearly touches her lap. Her servants practically peel her engorged self off the throne and into the nearest bathroom. Her maids are waiting there to take care of her.

One maid braces her over the toilet as the other removes her plugs. As usual, the force and volume manage to pull one last orgasm from her. She's thankful for the maid holding her up because her knees give out. The queen can breathe a bit easier, but she can't do much else. One maid grabs her under her arms while the other grabs her legs. The two carry the overstuffed woman and she lazily caresses her belly.

The maids undress her and set her naked body on her bed. She lays there propped up with pillows, belly oiled to prevent stretch marks. Queen Ralia smiles to herself. She's enjoying this far more than she ever expected. She can't wait until the day she's too heavy for her maids to carry. Perhaps one day she'll be too big for her burly guards to carry.