Queen Yasmin had fun stuffing herself from time to time, but her hunger wasn’t stagnant. Slowly a feast wasn’t enough to satisfy her, then a double feast was insufficient. Quadruple feasts and octuple feasts came and went, but she needed to be properly stuffed with food. That’s when her decree came out: All food should be quarantined and stored throughout her kingdom until an ultimate feast lasting as long as it took to fill her and satisfy her hunger. It would take tens of thousands of loyal slaves and many would die to prepare all of the food. Famine would set in across her lands as all of its food was being prepared for a single person to eat. But she wasn’t just a person, she was their queen, a goddess of insatiable hunger, and she was going to get her fill. A week into the month-long preparation, her stomach rumblings started to shake the kingdom, still stuffing her face every day just to keep her hunger under control was helping a little, but wouldn’t last forever. By the time arrived for the feast to start, her belly growls had shaken most structures in her kingdom down. As many peasants and slaves as could fit into her mess hall were assembled in front of her stone throne. Trim and lean, Queen Yasmin had already digested her 100 egg breakfast like it was nothing and was sitting at her throne with her golden crown on her head adorned with a glowing gem. A royal dress covered her trim body and her beautiful breasts almost spilled out of the tight corset, her pert bubble butt sat on the cold stone throne. All her worthless servants sat on the cold floor in scantily clad garb, their hot assets barely contained as the bulging muscles and girthy cocks on the men, huge tits and asses on the girls tried to strain out of the sexy garments they wore. None of it turned on their queen, her cunt was dry as a bone. Only eating and feeling her stomach grow would turn her on. Though a few in the front row had orgasms just from seeing their beloved queen up close.
With a clap of her hands, everyone sat down and the feast began. First up was a large serving of pancakes. Plate upon plate was brought out by Noon for his queen. Handing her a fork and knife, plenty of syrup, and the first plate her servant thought he was prepared for the feast they were going to witness. They were not. Tossing the silverware away, queen Yasmin instantly grabbed the flapjacks with her divine hands and shoved them in her mouth one at a time, then two at a time, then by the plateful. 8 pancakes each hand over hand. The squelching of her mouth as she just shoveled food into herself and swallowed without chewing. A few plates of 20 pancakes were gone in a few seconds, slaves in the front row collapsed as orgasms wrecked their bodies by the epic display of hunger shown to them. The queen’s belly started to jut out from her body, the dress and corset she wore starting to tear at the seams. Unprepared for the ferocity of her eating and only slowing down to chug some maple syrup by the bottle (consuming 4 gallons of syrup before going back to pancakes) that it was hard to keep them coming out of the kitchen in time for her to devour. Panicking, Noon ran into the kitchen to help increase pancake productivity. *POP* The audible sound of the queen's corset snapping from her growing midsection was audible from the farthest reaches of her castle. While the growling of her tummy had gotten quieter now that she could eat, her smacking of lips and infrequent belching took up all the sound of the hall where the feast was happening. Squelches and gurgles echoed around the stone room. Her dress was stretching over a belly full of 200 pancakes making queen Yasmin look about as big as a pregnant woman when Noon finally got back out with enough to hold her over until the next course took place…right? Wrong, Yasmin consumed another 200 pancakes with ferocity and gusto. Grabbing a slave trying to hand her another platter of food and burping in her face for a whole minute, pancake and syrup covering her face as she scrambled into the kitchen before cumming her brains out. Unable to comprehend how hot it was to have a goddess burp on you. Yasmin’s belly was pushing up her big beautiful tits now, dress teetering on the edges, getting ready to snap at a moment, pulled taught around her growing middle. Still hungry and a ways off from the next course, Noon had to do something to feed her and fast. Grabbing the kitchen staff, they switched over to cake quickly.
Rolling out wedding cakes and sheet cakes, a few of the serving men had rags to try and clean off their queen’s syrup covered boobs. She gave them a look that said ‘Don’t you dare touch me’ and they backed off. Starting to grab cake after eating 400 pancakes and 40 liters of maple syrup left her ravenous as ever. Picking up the entire sheet and letting it slide into her gaping mouth as she just swallowed cake after cake. *RIP* her dress burst at the seams as her belly swelled with food. The sweetness of the cake was lost on her as she just wanted to eat more and more, faster and faster. 6 cakes, 8 cakes, as she gorged herself her belly swelled and lifted her tits up in the air until they slid off to either side of her massive bulging bloated midsection. If anyone could see past her belly, they would have noticed a clean spot under her chin on her upper chest where her saliva was pooling and dripping, cleaning her upper boobs from all the messy eating. Slurping up the last bits of cake and licking the platers clean (dishwashers not needed in her kingdom) her tummy started to gurgle. The size of her belly was big enough that her slaves in front of their queen couldn’t see her face, or anything other than her feet at the ankles and her massive oversized belly. The gurgling from her belly resounded against the walls as her innards sorted all the food she had just consumed. Her belly almost jiggled as the food settled inside her ungodly form. Noon, walking up to her got a face full of burp, one that lasted a whole five minutes and blasted the kitchen door off its hinges. The only thing keeping her servant in place was his devotion to feeding his queen, his goddess. His erection was at full mast, pushing aside his loincloth, but he did not cum, he just pulled a platter of buffalo chicken wings.
This was a delight to Yasmin, queen of hunger and stuffing. She made note of her worthless servant’s dedication to her and noticed she was getting too big to see in front of herself anymore. Some of the food was going to be a surprise. Pulling hand over fist of buffalo chicken wings into her mouth, she expertly used her lips, tongue, and teeth to strip the flesh off the bone in less than a second for each wing. Tossing the bone to the side you’ve never seen a bone with less meat on it. She literally sucked everything out of the chicken wing, it was bone dry. Then another. And another. Quickening her pace, Noon stood there, feeding her platter after platter as her servants took away platter after platter of bones. Queen Yasmin was famished and as her stomach let out a fierce growl that leveled a nearby watchtower, she knew she had to change her pace. Noon’s look of confident satisfaction on finally feeding his goddess at a good pace quickly went into a look of horror as queen Yasmin started popping whole wings inside her mouth, bone and all, and swallowing. She had cleared 80 wings by that point, and was now picking up the pace. Shoving her mouth full of 10 wings at a time so that her cheeks bulged out and then swallowing them all at once, quickly outpacing 160 wings, then 240 wings. Panicked, Noon gave the command to bring out every available wing, and get a stop gap in place to tide her over until the next course; she was going to finish the wings too quickly. Passing 500 buffalo chicken wings and keeping up the pace you could see the bulge of wings engorge her throat when she swallowed another 10 wings, then pacing it up to 15 wings each mouthful, and eventually 24 wings shoved into her mouth only to be *gulp* swallowed down her gullet. Quickly hitting 1,000 buffalo chicken wings, then 1,100, passing 1,250, then 1,500. Her belly gurgled and swelled, bloating bigger and bigger. Plate after plate kept getting pulled out, but there weren’t enough wings and hands to feed her.
Knowing her subjects were trying their best and still a little impressed with the devotion of her slave Noon, her eyes flashed instantly and a small insignificant fraction of her goddess powers were used. The rest of her onlookers were lost in orgasmic bliss, while the platters brought out seemed to have no end. She had turned 2,000 buffalo chicken wings into a much larger quantity. Stuffing herself past 3,000 wings pushed her belly out far enough it sagged on the ground in front of her. Growing until her gut hit the floor with a resounding *BANG* it cracked the stone floor and started bloating outward. Her naked body only covered by her gravid gut. Passing 5,000 wings was nothing to her…she noticed even hunger was starting to creep back into her mind. Pushing that thought aside, she kept pounding the chicken down. Sloppily covering her own breasts with buffalo sauce as she shoveled handful after handful into herself, bulging her cheeks and *GULP* swallowing it all. Finally getting 7,500 wings down, and still swallowing strong. It took her no time at all to eat 10 thousand buffalo chicken wings (much more than they had prepared, and in less than half the time expected of her to eat them all). Her insatiable hunger was almost too much to keep up with. They didn’t even have the cows slaughtered to start making her burgers.
Noon knew what to do, and queen Yasmin’s little duplication trick allowed him enough time to set up a stop gap to keep her occupied for a time being. Pulling out the wine cellars, servants carried hoses up from the depths of the castle and into their goddess Yasmin’s hands. She put the hoses in her mouth and sucked hard. Wine came up from the cellar and into her mouth. Again her stomach started to swell, bloat, and grow bigger and bigger. Her nude body wore her gut like she was a hood ornament on a car, the growing mound of tight flesh in front of her gurgled and expanded as she chugged gallon after gallon of fine wine, cheap wine, and everything in between. 2 gallons, 4 gallons, 8 gallons of wine. Her belly swelled bigger than a large panel van. 100, 200 gallons of wine engorge her godly belly, her belly button long since popped out and her belly propping her up. Though queen Yasmin was standing, she wasn’t using her legs, her huge belly was holding herself up. Wine chugged into her stomach, some sloshed onto her perfect tits and along the closest parts of her gravid gut toward her body. Her ass, pert as ever was bare in the wind and she could feel the draft on her wet pussy lips. This was turning her on. Her belly, tight and growing. Her subjects were unable to contain themselves when in her presence. The warm feeling of food in her belly, stomach, gut. No. Wait. While chugging, queen Yasmine did one thing she never did while eating or drinking. She frowned. She felt warm all over, warm in her belly, but also warm in her fingers. She let the feeling wash over her. Queen Yasmin was drunk.
She smiled an evil smile. Noon was walking a cow into the kitchen to be slaughtered and turned into burgers for his goddess when she grabbed the rope from him. Shocked, Noon looked upon the naked form of his goddess, her belly nearly 12 feet tall, and twice that amount stretched out in front of her. The gurgling mess was half covered in sloppy syrup, buffalo sauce, and wine. His erection grew as his arousal and desire to feed his queen grew too. Once again, she burped, giggling to herself. The burps were powerful and loud, deafening enough to shatter any glass within half a mile of her throne room. Then (after a dozen 10 minute long burps that left Noon in a state of bliss and haze) she tied a knot to the end of the rope that was being used to haul the fat cow around. Now this knot was very strange but you must understand that these cows were not normal cows. They were Yasmin’s own pure breed. Bred to be bigger and full of more meat, make more milk, and be better for her to eat. Normal cows weigh about 2,000 lb., but these ones weighed nearly 8,000 lb. Each cow was as big as four normal cows and should make plenty of nice burgers for queen Yasmin…or so her servants thought. Queen Yasmin put the knot on the end of the rope in her mouth and swallowed. There was an audible gasp from her slaves as they tried to comprehend the will of their goddess. Noon just smiled, realizing that in her drunken stupor, she didn’t have any inhibitions to hold her back. She swallowed the rope until the cow was at her lips, and then she swallowed the cow whole. The hooves kicked and thrashed about inside her, but quickly died down as it suffocated inside the goddess’s belly. Already bringing in more cows with knots tied on their leads, Noon led them in and handed them off to his queen. Drunk and happy, the goddess Yasmin happily swallowed cow after cow. Eating 3, 4, half a dozen, a baker’s dozen. Devouring 20 cows left her gravid belly pushing at the edges of the gym sized room. 40 had her belly compressed as the stone walls held her in place. Forcing more and more animals into her as the slaves brought all the chickens, cows, pigs, horses, dogs, cats, snakes, fish, and geese in the kingdom for her to swallow alive. Eating all of the animals in the kingdom and now bursting the room was quite the feat. Everyone still alive from the massive outgrowth of queen Yasmin’s belly were left in awe, until a gurgle was heard. Slapping her belly a growl and bubbly gurgle was heard, cracking the walls of the main castle as her belly expanded, breaking her stone fortifications and surging out into the new space with vigor. Her belly was 100,000 tons and now overshadowed her castle entirely. Looking over expectantly to her most trusted servant Noon, she wanted to burp in his face, give him the satisfaction of a full frontal sight into her esophagus, but not yet. Looking to the heavens she let out a low loud burp that parted the clouds and caused the earth to shake beneath her.
Noon looked worried, talking to other servants and slaves as queen Yasmin’s hour long burp continued. Looking over at him, her tummy rumbled with hunger, and Noon had nothing for her except a few small petite girls in nothing but a tight one piece bathing suit. Much more modest than the rest of the slaves around, they must have been prisoners that transgressed the crown in a terrible way. Noon explained that they were usurpers, ones who had been found gorged with all the food they had planned for the rest of the feast in their guts. Stuffed and whining that they couldn’t take any more, but wanted to be a goddess like Yasmin. They had been fitted with hyper compression bathing suits that dissolve in water to better fit the queen’s punishment for them. Slowly, queen Yasmin ate them. Swallowing the girls one by one. Sometimes biting down as she gorged herself on dozens of cute little girls clutching their bellies with a fraction of their queen’s meal inside. Queen Yasmin’s belly was big enough that it looked like a wall in front of her, but with surveillance it was easy to see that these girls were not messing around. Each time one of their hyper compression suits dissolved, the goddesses' gravid belly swelled further and further, covering nearly all of the city. Though there was one last ploy to be made and it was orchestrated by Noon himself. The last two girls had bloated themselves with coke and Mentos respectively. They thought if they failed to overthrow the queen by eating more than her, then they could at least pop the cruel goddess with their own deaths, but Noon knew better. He knew that this would only please his queen more. A gut bigger than the city (nearly five miles wide by now) led the queen to eat and swallow her last two traitorous wenches. Gulping them down like nothing, she paused for their suits to dissolve. When they did there was a short spurt in queen Yasmin’s belly before the coke and Mentos combined inside her, the gas expanded quickly and her gut exploded forth. The pleasure this sudden surge gave her was immense and a dribble of girl juices dripped down the queen’s leg. Bursting forward more and more she grunted and wiggled, the growing left her burping over and over again, not only was her stomach bulging out and destroying her kingdom, but everywhere she burped was like a cannon obliterating the surrounding buildings.
Finally, Yasmin had done growing, all the food spent, all the animals eaten, all her criminals tortured inside stomach acid. Next to queen Yasmin was her faithful servant, Noon. Sporting a massive erection and a meek smile as if to ask ‘did I do well?’ The goddess Yasmin was impressed, not because she was full (she did not feel full) though she had eaten more than she’d ever eaten before and more than her entire kingdom could eat in a decade, her belly was a dozen miles long and tall enough that it took up 180 degrees of her vision. A belly wall of truly impressive size and scale. She nodded, allowing her servant a gift only allowed the best among her. She was letting him massage her belly. To touch her, when she was naked except for her crown. He walked up and placed his hands on her belly wall. It pleased her, but knew it wouldn’t last long, touching her would give Noon pleasure beyond imagination and push him to insanity instantly. Then she felt something good. Something new. Something she’d never felt before (not full, no, she was barely satiated) hands kept rubbing. Looking over, Noon was still standing, erection dripping with precum as his hands kept going over her huge belly. How was this possible? Only one explanation could be found. Noon wanted to care for his goddess so badly that he was staving off insanity just to massage her tummy and make her feel good. Her wetness engorged as her clit swelled beneath her. Her nether regions felt cold and damp as the pleasure of her tight belly getting touched reverberated through her entire being. She tilted what she could toward Noon, presenting her soaking wet twat to such a humble servant. Coming up behind her, he wiped a bit of buffalo sauce off her lips and kissed her softly. Queen Yasmin thought she didn’t need him, she didn’t need companionship, only to be stuffed. Grabbing his head, she shoved the slave that had given her the biggest feast ever inside her asshole. Once fully inside her rectum she gave another flash of her eyes to cast a duplication spell on his balls. An orgasm overtook her servant, oh to be that close and intimate with his own queen, with his only goddess. Her body convulsed as the flood of cum inside her tightened her belly just enough for the final wave to overcome her and give her an orgasm. Rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt left her panting for breath as 3 hours of masturbating herself ended. Smiling at what she achieved today her crown tilted slightly on her head, her belly let out a rumble, a growl of hunger. Cracking the earth, she was now really hungry.