A Growing Radiance - Part 2

The Princess of Sunlight waddled about her home, recently renovated by her husband to accommodate her ever-growing body. The doors that had been giving her such trouble had been made doubly wide, and she proudly swung her curves through the larger frames, reveling in her size and freedom. Her daily schedule had been very simple: Wake up, bathe, eat breakfast, waddle about for a bit to keep her strength up, nap, eat, eat, EAT, food coma, repeat. The woman was a bottomless hole, feeding her body and her brood whenever she had the excuse. This constant voraciousness often kept her husband out hunting, as even a full larder could quickly be turned into lard on Gwynevere’s figure in a couple days.

As her appetite continued to spiral further and further out of control, her body continued to change as her weight and baby belly piled on. She had long since lost the ability to see the ground she would soon walk upon, and as her breasts grew fatter and her belly fuller she soon lost sight of anything in front of her. She had the building memorized, but she would occasionally knock over her poor human handmaid with her massive bulk. Soon after, her clothing finally snapped on a day when she didn’t get milked fast enough, releasing her grand creamy tits onto the slope of her belly. She could now see where she was going, but her new wideness forced her to have to corral her breasts through the wide doorframes, and their distended flesh would drag on the thinner hall walls. Her rear also began to blimp, her comfortable cushion and widening hips forcing her waddling gait wider and wider, her belly beginning to knock things over and tap against walls as her stride grew deeper, compensating for more than just her epic-worthy ass. Her belly had become her centerpiece, its growth slowly outpacing her milky orbs as it edged down her legs and now sat a mere foot off the ground. It protruded before her, the alabaster orb entering rooms before her like the rising sun itself. She often had her handmaid oil up the vast sphere, tending to the immense amount of flesh the bloated goddess could no longer reach. Every day she swelled still farther, ate more, and became that much softer…

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Gwynevere, blinking away a restful night’s sleep, entered what was once her favorite chamber before the larder and her bedroom had rocketed to the top of her list. The room was a close-enough replica to the chamber she used back in Anor Londo to govern over her guard as she lazed back in her beloved lounger. A similar sofa-bed had been placed here, and she longed to relax there as her plans for the day came to be. She slowly waddled up to the dias, only for her belly to thump into the shallow stairs. “Ooooh I really am getting a little big aren’t I?” she tittered to herself, lovingly rubbing what she could of her pale belly. The princess reached as low as she could on her great sphere, let her hands sink into the generous layer of fat surrounding her womb, and pulled up. She waddled up the stairs as quickly as she could, cheeks a burning red as she collapsed onto the lounger with all the grace of a crestfallen undead. She adjusted herself quickly, hanging her beefy tits and tummy over the edge of the chair as she snuggled her head onto her pillows, catching her breath as her face returned to its normal hue. She was ready.

“Ruka! It’s time to begin!” She called, licking her lips. She had planned to spend the entire day doing nothing but sating her cravings and seeing where it led her. She shivered in anticipation.

“Coming mistress!” came the hurried reply. The Easterner with the Vinheim hair entered the hall pushing a, to her, massive tray loaded down with what, even for a woman of Gwynevere’s size, was a hefty portion of breaded orbs. “Fried kraken balls, milady. Just as you asked.”

“Mmmmm, thank you Ruka. Would you mind feeding them to your famished Princess?” Gwynevere asked, staring a hole in the suddenly blushing servant.

“YESMILADYOFCOURSE!” She replied, louder than socially acceptable and tripping over her words. Ruka pushed the cart up to the head of the lounger, climbed up the cart’s ladder, and grabbed one of the head-sized orbs, carrying it over to the hungry giantess’s face. The princess grabbed the treat with her tongue, chewed, and groaned in pleasure.

“More…” she ordered, her eyes fluttering as her bashful servant ran back to the platter, grabbing as many as she could fit in her arms.

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Gwynevere swallowed the last of the meal, quickly putting on a pout for her servant.

“Awwwh, it’s all gone. Would you be a dear and bring me something sweet?” she asked, puppy dog eyes on full blast.

“Yes, milady.” Ruka replied, making sure she didn’t shout at her princess again. She ran out of the room with the empty cart, leaving Gwynevere alone with her thoughts.

“Someone’s just as excited as I thought she’d be!” she hummed to herself, pleased with her excitable handmaiden. Her stomach, however, let out a near deafening roar of dissatisfaction. “Oh hush you, you’ll get fed soon enough!” she jokingly scolded her tummy, patting it affectionately and sending ripples across its fatty padding. “Just let me tease her a bit longer…”

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The next two courses were both finger foods from the east, Eastern Donuts and rice balls. Ruka brought the trays out, carried them to her mistress, and wordlessly hoped that she was still in the mood to be hand fed. Gwynevere smirked in her thoughts, ‘Give her an inch and she takes a mile… good… on a side note, the East seems to have a fascination with ball-shaped food…’

As Ruka fed her the last few rice balls another thunderous growl blasted from Gwynevere’s tummy, strong enough to make the huge woman flinch. “A-are you alright?” Ruka asked, jumping down to the floor to massage the angry organ.

“I’m fine, just starving…” Gwynevere groaned, relishing the feeling of hands on her belly.

“What should I bring next?” the servant asked.

“Everything!” the princess ordered. A mischievous idea hit her as her handmaiden left, and she yelled after her, “I’ll feed myself, but if you hurry I have a surprise for you!” She tittered as she heard Ruka trip and fall in the carpeted hallway.

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Food as far as the eye could see, or at least as far as Gwynevere’s limited sight-line could. She heard another cart being rolled into position in front of her, but her milk-swollen tits had beefed up over her feeding and blocked her view. She could only guess at how much mouthwatering food Ruka had made, and she intended to put every morsel in her demanding tummy.

“That’s all of it, for now.” the handmaiden called, locking the door behind her.

“Good…” Gwynevere purred, grabbing at the tray closest to her head and beginning to tear her way through a meatloaf. She stopped for a moment, just long enough to put on a sultry tone, “Alright Ruka, your prize. You may massage my royal form. Enjoy yourself as much as I’m going to enjoy this feast. Just don’t express my milk, I want these puppies to grow and I won’t be gentle in stopping you.” The moment the words left her currently food stuffed mouth, her servant’s hands were tracing circles on her jiggly belly.

‘She’s so soft…’ the mesmerized woman thought, rubbing her way from the upper slopes of the giantess’s belly down to her navel. As her hands began to drift past the equator, Gwynevere started to utter squeaks and moans between her gorging mouthfuls, and still Ruka’s hands danced on. The relatively small woman pulled herself onto the lounger, snuggling her body into the velvety underbelly of her mistress. As she nuzzled the alabaster surface her eyes traveled up Gwynevere’s squirming legs, her face gradually turning red as she realized what she could do. “Enjoy myself…” she mumbled, sight locked on the giantess’s crotch. “It’s not her breasts… no, I shouldn’t push my luck. There’s plenty more of Lady Gwynevere.” she reasoned, shaking her head. The Easterner made her way to the legs before her, vaulting herself onto the greedy giant’s ass. She bounced on the shelf of flab, running her fingers over the surface as the rear jiggled madly from her impact. She could feel the tough muscular core of the thighs and ass if she pushed hard enough, making large dents in the rear with her immense strength. On a mischievous whim, she slapped the still cheek to watch the ripples, her blood running cold when the crack of flesh on flesh was far louder than intended. The red mark under her hand filled her with dread, and she braced herself to be swatted away from her lovely mistress. What she didn’t expect was to hear a moan of pleasure. ‘She likes it rough…’ Ruka thought, her blank expression slowly turning into a sly grin. The blue-haired girl slapped the giantess’s rear once more, confirming her thoughts as another moan drifted over the belly to her ears. ‘Good to know.’

There was one more place Ruka wanted to explore. As soft as it was, the muscular core of the ass she stood on compromised its comfiness. The fleshy mountain before her, that would be a heavenly place. She began to climb up the side of her mistress’s grand tummy, her hands digging into the fatty layer to make handholds when the going got too steep, every pinch coaxing a needy whimper from the giant woman. Cresting the mountain, Ruka felt her strength desert her the moment she lay upon the plush surface. “Sooooooo soooooooooft…” she purred, drifting off on the most comfortable mattress she’d ever felt…

~

Ruka awoke to the sound of a belch and a whimper. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she glanced around, noticing a distinct lack of food on any of the carts. As the blue-haired handmaiden gathered her bearings she felt like she was much higher than when she started her nap. Rolling onto her front, she pulled herself toward the source of the groaning. What she saw caused her jaw to drop. Her mistress had truly eaten everything and she seemed to be in quite a bit of discomfort from it, her relatively slim arms rubbing circles on whatever parts of her overstuffed gut they could reach… and what a gut it was. Her belly had been stuffed to an immense size by her heedless gluttony, overflowing her lounger and spilling far down the stairs. Her breasts had also inflated as planned, their piled height almost matching her fattened belly. If someone came to see the Princess for an audience, her lounger would be entirely hidden behind her enormous spheres.

“Milady, are you alright?” Ruka called out.

“Oooooh… so fuuuull…” The giantess groaned.

“You can say that again, you stuffed yourself huge!”

“I knoooow… so biiig… want *urrp* more…” the greedy princess whined.

“You want… more?” Ruka asked, face a deep red.

“Yeeeees…” the immobile woman moaned. “More and more… bigger…”

“W-would you like me to help you mistress? I like the bigger you too.” the handmaiden stuttered.

“Of course, Ruka. I’ll need all the help I can get, soon I won’t be able to waddle about anymore.” Gwynevere cooed. She was giving her servant a mischievous look, inspiring a spark of confidence in her.

“I-I’ll definitely… I’ll take care of my big round princess.” Ruka purred, letting her guard down.

“You will? And I’ll be all yours? How will you take care of me?” Gwynevere asked, her excitement emboldening Ruka further.

“I’ll feed you just like today. Every day, making you bigger and rounder.”

“Mmmm, I’ll gladly give myself to you for such good treatment.” the princess murmured, locking her smouldering eyes with the woman on her belly .Her breasts rose and swelled in rhythm with her breathing as she held Ruka in her steely gaze.

“I’ll make you feel as good as I feel when I look at you. I get to have a big sexy woman, and you get to have this every day…” Ruka disappeared from Gwynevere’s sightline, and the giantess felt the handmaid slide down her underbelly.