Noble Duty

Chapter 1

Maybe there is a kingdom looking for new rulers. You'd be brought in with all the other women. You'd be stripped, measured, weighed and made to eat.

After extensive testing, they'd take you to a room where you'd be forced to wear something that looks like straps. It's really tight. The straps are monitoring everything: your calories, your movement, everything.

They'd make you walk on all fours. Food and water would go into your trough. The ceiling is lowered so you can't stand up even if you want too. The food would be really, really filling. And it would make you thirsty.

The straps would slowly tighten over time. They would cut into you: your boobs, your butt, your legs, your arms, your shoulders. Every so often, they'd come in and weigh you, measure you, etc. They'd use tape measures and pull them tight.

Good god! She's getting fatter faster than we expected! This is fantastic!

One day, they'd bring you out. You'd try to stand up, but your stomach is too big and fat. You're not used to the extra weight. Your now more comfortable on all fours.

They'd clean you up - wash you all over. Give you a good scrub down. While all of this was done, there'd be a tube in your mouth feeding you. Every time your stomach got even a tiny bit empty, the machine would force a paste into you. You'd watch it slide down the tube and into your mouth. Your stomach would GROWL. Not enough! More, more more!

They'd do your hair and makeup and put you in a dress that is way to small. Your blubber would hang out of the sleeves and spill out over your chest. Belt is so tight it disappears into your fat.

And while all of this is going on, more food would be forced down you. Your stomach would hurt.

Then you'd be made to crawl on all fours down the aisle. It's a wedding. You'd lose your shoes half way cause your fat feet would cause them to fall off.

The crowd would gasp at the size of you.

"I don't let my hogs get that big." says a farmer.
"She doesn't even look human." says someone.
"Disgusting!"
"Gross !"

You'd crawl down to the altar, gasping and panting the whole way. Food being forced into you every so often.

You'd see the groom. He'd be in a suit, shoeless with a hose also stuffing him.

After the ceremony, they'd bring you to a banquet hall. In the middle of the room would be your trough. You and the groom are so hungry, you dig in as soon as they take the hoses out.

Someone would present you both to the kingdom. Everyone would cheer. These two human hogs are now the king and queen! They will start a line of supermen! Fat people who will be the greatest people on earth!

Do it!
Do it! chants the crowd.

As you eat, they come up and start to cut your clothes off. You can feel buttons coming open, seams ripping, your belt snapping. They'd put straps around you both.

Hydraulics would lift you into the air. They'd wheel you around so that the crowd could see their queen. They'd pull your legs apart. A grinning man would come forward with a vibrator. He'd turn it on so you could hear it. He'd run it over your chest and boobs, over your belly - lower, lower, lower. You'd lose sight of the vibrator. You could only feel it.

You'd tense and moan. You'd struggle to move. Your fat would jiggle. You stomach would slosh and growl. You're so hungry. The tube would go back into your mouth and fill you back up to full.

The vibrator would move over your lips. Up and down and up and down and up and down. You'd be tensing and straining. You'd breath heavy.

Then over your clit. Up and down and up and down and up and down.

They'd lower you to the ground on your stomach. Your legs would be pulled wide. You'd feel the grooms weight come down on you. You'd feel his cock against ass. And still, the vibrator keeps going.

Pigs do it dog style! Says the grinning man.

You'd feel his cock slide into your pussy. They'd start to rock you. His fat jiggles against your back. You can feel his weight. And still the vibrator goes.

The crowd would cheer. People would take bets - how long till he cums?

In and out in and out in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster.

Impregnate!
Impregnate!
Impre gnate!

The crowd would cheer.