Queen Yasmin sat at her stone throne, black dress adorning her petite body, and her golden crown resting neatly on her head. Servants (slaves) of hers adorn the great hall where she resides, dressed in scantily clad garments to show off their perfectly fit bodies. But this did nothing for Yasmin. She sighed, feeling her nether regions were as dry as a bone. Even though the wise queen had made almost every other day an official feast day in her kingdom, it had still been over a month since she last set a record for her own consumption of food. She put a hand on her flat tummy and felt how empty she was. Then came a growl from deep within her stomach, it gargled and roared loud enough to shake the grounds of her castle. “Shit” she muttered under her breath, if she didn’t satisfy her own hunger, the kingdom might shake apart. Nodding to a well hung slave of hers she said one word “Food.”
With that one command, her day saw halted, all hands at her leisure were set to making food and bringing it out to her. Starting with a couple of liters of soda, her servants started her off with a quick burst to consume. Picking up the bottles alone, Queen Yasmin started to chug and chug them, one after the other. After the first one, her tummy was slightly bulged from her frame, after the second (a whole gallon of fizzy soda inside her now) her gut stuck out like a bowling ball was stuffed inside her abdomen. Still chugging, her eyes lit up when she saw the feast being prepared for her before her very eyes. Finishing off her fourth 2liter of soda, Yasmin’s belly was starting to look really swollen. Past her own tits with 2 whole gallons of gurgling carbonated soft drinks left her with a mild case of burping. Her innards sloshing and gurgling as she waved for her hot fit servants to bring the grilled chicken breasts over to her for consumption.
Queen Yasmin could feel it. Her tight twat engorging as her belly started to look like a woman 9 months pregnant. Her tight tummy stretched and gurgled loudly as her hand found her soaking wet pussy big and wet from how tight her gut was. Queen Yasmin wasn’t turned on by all these young fit hot studs and bimbos in nearly nothing, she was turned on by the size of her own belly. Her girl juice started to pool under her ass and drip down the stone throne she sat on, but there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Grabbing the chicken hand over fist she shoveled it into her gapping mouth. Swallowing and rarely chewing her food as she devoured plate after plate. The bulging stomach in front of her getting bigger and tighter as she swallowed chicken after chicken. The speed and recklessness of her gorging left BBQ sauce all over her mouth, and tits. After eating 10 whole chickens worth of food, she looked like she had been hosed down with BBQ sauce, her boobs, face, and top of her gravid gut were covered in sauce and bits of chicken. Now her belly spanned 3 feet in diameter, sticking out from her body in an almost unnatural way, tight as a drum and just about her previous record.
Shifting her body, Queen Yasmin tried to get a hand under her huge belly and stroke her now engorged pussy with gusto, but her belly had gotten too big. This made no sense. Last time at her max, she was able to jill herself off, but now her gut pressed against her legs…did that mean? Was she capable of eating more this time? A low growl in her stomach told her the answer and as she went to ask for more food, she let out a long burp that lasted a whole minute. The slaves got the picture, their queen was still hungry.
With 80 lb. of food inside her, the noises her stomach were making were loud enough to hear outside the chamber itself. It hit Queen Yasmin that she was already starting to digest her food, and if she ever wanted to get truly full today she’d have to eat faster. Over the next half hour, Yasmin devoured 8 cakes, fifteen 16” pizzas, 10 lb. of rice, a whole bag of cereal, and washed it all down with 3 gallons of milk. Stretched out, Queen Yasmin’s belly was now sticking further from her body than she was tall. A whole 6 foot diameter gut, stretched thin, sloshing, gurgling, and sloppily covered in the remains of a feast that would have fed 100 people.
Panting and sweating, the Queen’s belly was resting softly on the front lip of her chair. She needed to eat faster, so when the chef brought out a tank of fish to make on demand sushi for the bulging queen, she reached inside the tank and started grabbing fish, pushing them to her lips, and swallowing them whole. The squirming fish thrashing and twitching all the way down her esophagus caused her to get even more aroused and grabbed two more fish. Shoving the big swimmers down her gullet resulted in her tummy gurgling more and bulging in odd areas. Eventually swallowing 2 dozen fish whole, they squirmed and thrashed inside her tight stomach. The churning and gurgling loud as can be while the Queen pants and gasps for air after eating so much so quickly without many breaths in between. Her eyes roll back as she lets out a burp, sweaty and hot, she lets up burping after a whole 5 minutes.
Grabbing and massaging her 400 lb. gut that stuck out 9 feet, the queen’s slaves brought out another course. Leading its head to the mouth of their beautiful queen, Yasmin helped feed the snout of an anaconda into her throat. Then started swallowing.  Foot after foot, yard after yard, this behemoth of a creature snaked further and further into the Queen’s already stretched to the gills gravid form. She started to sweat profusely as she gulped down all 40 feet of snake. She had done it. Eaten all 600 lb. of massive snake. It writhed inside her and the sensations set off bells in her vagina. A full 1,000 lb. of belly stretched before her, covered in sauces and saliva. Her cunt had ballooned in size as her belly turned her on like nothing had before.
Leaning back on her throne, lifting her gravid form above her head, she was able to slip a hand between her bloated belly and her thigh, and started rubbing her twat. Swollen to the size of a small melon, she expertly glided her fingers between her slit. Quickly gaining to an orgasm, her juices ran down the throne and pooled at her feet, again she worked herself into an orgasm, her thrashing belly melting her mind with pleasure as she felt tightness she had never felt before. After almost 15 minutes of constant pleasure, the Queen finally came down from her high. Licking her sweet juices off her fingers and massaging her tight body. It slowly relaxed and slumped to the floor, her belly resting on the tiles in front of her throne.
Queen Yasmin froze. She looked at her belly (which she could barely see over at this time) and gave her slaves a concerning look. Most of her servants had passed out from the pleasure just seeing their queen eat gave them, but this look of terror in the queen terrified them more. She smiled, licked her lips, and her stomach let out a huge growl that once again shook the castle to its foundation.
She was again, hungry.