chapter 5

If Queen Ralia thought that her people had an obsession with her stomach before, their interest now makes it look like a passing curiosity. A few days after announcing her pregnancy, it seemed like half the Queendom wanted to touch her belly. She's starting to feel like the Buddha.

She doesn't mind though. Minus the first three kids, they will be the ones raising her children. And while she's not far enough along to show, the belly rubs are a nice on her food stuffed middle. She's put on about 63 pounds in two months and it really shows.

She's gone past thick and well into chunky now. Her face has softened into a cherubic one. Her chubby cheeks highlight dimples most people didn't know she had. It makes her look younger than she really is. Thankfully, it looks like she's been spared a double chin.

Everything on her wobbles now. Any movement she makes sends her arms, breast, belly, butt, and thighs into a frenzy. Her gut rests on her lap even when empty and she has a fupa now. And despite her best efforts to oil and lotion her skin, she's gotten stretch marks.

Her harem seems to love them. They keep kissing and sucking each one they find. In fact, they adore every little change she's going through. The fatter she gets, the more foreplay the want to do. It annoyed her at first. Getting pounded senseless every day makes her wish she discovered sex sooner. However, seeing the tender adoration in their eyes and hearing their reverent murmurs makes her feel beautiful.

The queen has always known she was beautiful. But it was treated as a fact more so than something worthy of praise. After all, what good is beauty when you cannot swing a sword or run a nation? So to hear her harem extol her beauty, to thank the Creator of the universe for her doe eyes and thunder thighs makes her feel good about herself.

Getting her supple flesh wobbled, kneaded, and caressed also heightened her nerves and her orgasm. Once it was so strong that she passed out for a bit. She has to say, regaining consciousness while getting pounded into next week is certainly one of the most erotic things that has happened to her.

She can't wait until her weight gain slows down. She's having trouble adjusting to the weight and clothing is a nightmare now. She's at the point where she only wears clothes in meetings and while holding court. Unfortunately, any clothes that fit her on Monday are obscenely tight by her Friday court appearances.

Right now, she's holding court feeling utterly squished. Queen Ralia has upgraded from breast bands to bras just for the extra support but is quickly outgrowing them. Her breasts spill out and the band squishes a sizable roll on the sides of her chest. She's also wearing a shirt that keeps rolling up her belly as she eats some biscuits one of her subjects gave her. Eventually, she gives up and lets her belly hang out on full display. It seems to delight the gift giver though.

But as annoying as her bra and shirt are, it has nothing on her skirt. It's giving her a muffin top and restricts her eating. Unfortunately, there is nothing to unbutton or unzip. The stretchy fabric had fit her fine on Monday, but by this morning, it felt a bit snug. Now with her belly filled with food and six more hours of eating to go, it painfully pinches love handles and belly.

The next person brings a calorie-laden creamy pasta dish. Queen Ralia sighs. She steels herself against the growing discomfort and takes a bite. Immediately, the rich flavor hits her tongue. Pain forgotten, she scarfs down the entire dish.

There is a faint creaking noise as her stitches fight to hold her fatness in. Then, as she swallows the last bite, her skirt gives up the fight. Queen Ralia hears a rip and then a feeling of relief floods her. She belches a few times and looks down. It seems that the seams on one side utterly burst. Her belly oozed on her lap - proudly on display for all to see.

The pasta woman looks mortified for what she caused. She gets on her knees and begs the queen's forgiveness. Queen Ralia waves it away with a laugh.

"There is nothing to forgive," she explains, "two months ago, I gave my belly to our people. It is yours to fatten with food and babe as you see fit. What are a few popped stitches compared to knowing that this will save our people?" She jiggles her belly for emphasis.

The woman looks entrances at how it wobbles a few seconds after the queen stops shaking it. She knees at the throne and looks up at the queen for permission. In response, the queen cups her belly and leans closer. The other woman grasps her love handles for better purchase and leans into the softness. She peppers the queen's belly with kisses.

Queen Ralia calls a recess not long after that. Ricardo eats her out, and a maid modifies her skirt to let her bloated middle hang out. Then she's back on her throne hearing her people's concerns while getting fatter before their eyes.

That night, her maids have to cut her out of her clothes. They massage oil all over her softened form paying special attention to the angry red indentations. Queen Ralia sighs blissfully. She loves how huge she's becoming and she's only going to get bigger. Most of all, she loves just how much everyone else loves how big she's getting.

Queen Ralia can scarcely believe how fast she's growing. It's hard to believe it's been two months now. Two months ago, she was battle-ready - lean muscle, small breasts and butt, and head shorn. Now her maids have to lift up her belly to oil under it. Her breasts now overflow Thor's giant hands and her throne will need to be resized soon. Plus her hair is just long enough to start getting locs.

She feels like an ancient fertility statue - large and powerful and very, very beautiful. She imagines herself in a few years. Her long hair flowed past large, milk-filled udders. Thanks to the fertility potion, they'll always have enough for her many children to feed. As the young ones suckle, her breasts will lay atop her giant belly. She'll have eight more stuffed inside her cushioned with a wall of fat. She'll be forever teeming with life - the mother of her people.

One of her maids notices the dampness staining the bedding. The woman smirks. The queen seems to be in a near-constant state of arousal. Still, she's glad Queen Ralia loves this so much. It almost feels like she was made just for this role. She walks towards the queen's toy box and fishes out a remote-controlled vibrator. The maid gently pushes the vibrator between the other woman's slick folds. The queen lets out a breathy moan and twitches sending her fat wobbling. The maid hands her the vibrator which Queen Ralia eagerly takes.

The maids leave to give the queen privacy. Queen Ralia squeals as soon as she turns it on. She places the controller onto her belly and grabs her boobs. They still aren't quite big enough to put her nipples in her mouth, but that will probably change soon. She can't want until she can drink directly from her own breasts.

The queen pleasures herself into the night. She orgasms over and over until she can no longer stand it. She nods off dreaming about how much fatter she'll be when she wakes up.