Hefto, Prince Consort to the King Drake, was quite glad to be away from the glare of the hot sun and in the controlled air of the Royal Palace. The Charizard was also glad for his light burden of duties today—though that was true for most days; after all, ruling was the matter of the ruler, and King Drake was king, not his husband. That said, not having to do anything can often mean having nothing to do. Prince Hefto, therefore, wandered the palace’s private halls without any real aim in mind. It kept his mind busy.

His mind had wandered far afield as he stepped around yet another hallway corner of the hundreds on the palace grounds, when he felt two servants of the household bounce off his belly and interrupt his (admittedly little-valued) peace.

The servants, both Lucario, as all the household retinue were, first reeled for half a second, then bowed in embarrassed obesiance: “Our most sincere apologies, Your Highness,” one muttered, while the other said different, forgotten words to the same effect.

Then they both straightened up, and one spoke: “If it is not too much bother, we actually passed this way to seek your private audience.”

It was rare for a household servant to request such an audience, but it was not unheard of. Hefto knocked on a door behind him, one of hundreds.

No answer came. Good.

The prince opened the door and ushered his two servants in, then closed it behind them.

Once there were only the two Lucario and the hefty Hefto towering over them in view, the servants got to the point: “Would you please swallow us? We would very much enjoy it.”

Prince Hefto’s reputation preceded him. Like his husband and fellow Charizard, King Drake, he was known not only for the rotundity of his belly, but his willingness, indeed eagerness, to swallow others whole—including his husband—to the enjoyment of both himself and his feast. And here two morsels were, quite eagerly offering themselves for just this purpose. He looked them up and down for a moment.

Every facet of their pleading body language very clearly stated they wanted this.

So, of course, did Hefto. He reached down, gripped the first Lucario under the shoulders, opened his maw, and stuffed him in.

The first swallow didn’t get his prey down that far, though it did help align things. But in the two or three following that, first the Lucario’s head, then shoulders and midriff, disappeared down his throat, until only tail and hips and hindpaws were visible even if Hefto were to open his maw wide. He held there for a second, enjoying the sensation if nothing else, but his prey’s impatient squirms were message enough. He gulped one more time, and hips popped in and legs and tail slid down behind, Lucario bulging his way down into the Charizard’s round belly, with more than enough room for another.

Said other he had to peel off his belly’s outside: he had been eagerly rubbing the spot his companion was inside of. Hefto found the eagerness a little odd, but didn’t mind.

Though he did decide to change things up and swallow this one feet-first.

He had to lift his prey above his head and crane his own neck back, and for a moment he tried to satisfy himself with licking and tickling the pads of this servant’s paws. Endearing as the resulting giggles were though, the resulting squirms, and the taste of the Lucario himself, were much more enticing, so he opened his maw wide and shoved his second catch of the day down.

He barely had to swallow: the force of his arms and of gravity itself did most of the work. The widest part was of course the house servant’s hips, but even then it was only a second of tasting the servant’s shaft—which was rock-hard and full-mast: a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one—and suckling his rump before another hard swallow pressed that through, and then midriff, and chest with hands held close, then finally ears and blushing face and snout, disappeared delectably down the back of the Charizard prince’s throat.

As the royal consort’s second course made his way down Charizard gullet, Hefto lowered his head and sat down, stretching out his hands over his own girth and rubbing and kneading the weight he was so pleased to have. He could feel both Lucario inside him settle into his stomach, could feel the bulges in his belly warp and wobble as they shifted and moved about and got comfortable and then got to...

...got to some rather enthusiastic sexual activity, if the rhythmic thrusts and gasps and grunts suddenly coming from inside him were any indication.

The room he was in was an unused bedroom, with a full-length mirror. The prince stepped in front of it to take a good look at himself, and at his belly. He mostly enjoyed what he saw. But what he focused on was not the roundness of his belly nor the well-kept girth of his figure, but the bulges in his gut and how they warped.

If they weren’t moving, or even if they weren’t moving so much, he could probably keep it hidden. But Hefto could [i]see[/i], as much as feel, that one of the two servants was very enthusiastically humping the other’s rump, pressing [i]out[/i] the shapes of their muzzles against his stomach wall, pressing [i]in[/i] against some rather sensitive anatomy of the host Charizard himself.

Hefto couldn’t consider himself presentable at all with this going on. As much as his belly bulging and stretching with the two of them having hot buttsex amused him, he knew that, even with his and the King’s reputations preceding them both, there would be problems pertaining to royal propriety with putting a round gut full of horny on display.

That said, he was the prince consort, not the king. No social functions were scheduled, and the household attendants were all sworn to secrecy and took their oaths with deathly seriousness, so he could afford to be a little “embarrassing” at home. So he shrugged and started on his way back to the royal chambers proper.

He occasionally got a second glance as he plodded heavily back to his sitting room to rest for a while and let these two loverboys go at it in relative peace. Nothing more than that though. The servant corps was trained and disciplined well.