chapter 7

Bryant's routine changed to include mild exercise, frequent shakes and mind-blowing sex on the regular. His body continued to grow. Jess loved his hanging lower belly, the rolls on his thighs, his soft upper arms, his thick slabs of back fat, his rounded tush. She loved exploring his fat body, rubbing and licking her way across his expanse.

She convinced Eltham to let him be borne out into the city, so he could see for himself how Elotheria transformed from poverty to prosperity as he swelled.

One morning he awoke to find Jess gone from his side. She woke early than he did, and often was gone on errands while he got up, returning to feed him breakfast. Bryant rolled on to all fours, preparing to heave himself up. He paused. There was an unfamiliar sensation of cloth brushing his belly. He looked down, realizing his paunch was now so big it touched the floor. He struggled to pull himself upright from the soft ground. A lackey rushed over to help pull him up as Jess entered.

"I've found something, love!" she crowed. "In the library! There's a prophecy-" she waved a parchment under his moon-like face "-that says Elotheria will remain prosperous if a king can outgrow his throne!"

"I will take breakfast in the throne room," said Bryant. He noticed that he had eight bearers now.

The throne seemed especially huge. Even at his size, Jess could comfortably fit her not-insubstantial ass next to his, with inches to spare.

"Oh," she said, glumly. "That's a lot of space to fill."

"Hey," said Bryant, kissing her. "I'll do what I can."

As his command of the language improved, he got to know some of the people who really ran the kingdom. He made friends. And he grew.

It became harder and harder to stand. His penis retreated into a pad of fat, until only the tip appeared when aroused. Intercourse became impossible though Jess made sure he came often, and he loved to eat her out with his greedy tongue and lips.
He was bathed, fed, sucked off, served with a bed pan. Conversation, food, music, lovemaking: he could still partake in many of life's pleasures. Just not the ones that required him to stand up.

He was rolled onto a platform and lifted by 32 men on the day it happened. His belly rolled along his useless legs almost down to his ankles. Sweating and panting, he squeezed himself onto the throne. His fat spilled over the sides. He was jammed in tight.

There was a crack as the throne broke, split in two as Bryant spilled out of it. He felt magic tingling around him he faded out of consciousness...

Jess heard water trickling around her and opened her eyes. Bryant was slumped on top of her, not Bryant as she had come to know him, but barely chubby Bryant as he had been on the day of... The picnic. The waterfall.

He stirred and she kissed him softly, anxiously.

"Jess?" he sighed. "Love?"

"We're home, big man," she said. "We're home." She cradled his plump face on her breasts.

"Yes," he said. He looked at her. "Will you stay with me?"

"Of course," she said.

"Even when I get very, very fat?"

"That's how I love you best," she said, and squeezed his little love handles.