Warning: This story contains slime girls engaging in naughty things, breasts swollen to wholly inappropriate proportions, a rather round belly or two, and middling fair old-timey dialogue.� Or, if that kind of thing is your cup of tea, you perverse weirdo, you, read on!

From an Antique Land, Part II

By: Kodos

����������� Queen Odessa strode down the broad main hall of her castle, with Shoggoth, slime girl from the wild lands and her most recently-acquired plaything, meekly following along behind.

����������� �Oh, but you are going to do such wondrous things for me,� Odessa beamed as she led her servant towards the royal kitchens, �This is turning out even better than I had dared to hope.�

����������� �What do you mean, my mistress,� the green girl asked modestly, her figure still strikingly slender from having so recently pumped more than half her weight into Galatea, captain of the guards, leaving the statuesque young woman with so mammoth a bust that it seemed that she would be able to stand for anything near a full night's watch without considerable support.

����������� �Do you not see how all whom we pass gawk and whisper at the sight of you?� Odessa asked proudly, �It seems rumor is already spreading of your power; Galatea must have come this way after you were done with her. �Oh, but I wish I had been in the barracks when she first returned to them, her breasts swollen to such delightful immensity.� You know, I really ought to have fattened you up a bit before I turned your talents on her, but I just couldn't restrain myself; just imagine how shocked the other guards would be if Galatea had walked in with her breasts so overfilled they looked about to burst.� But perhaps it is for the best; she seemed to be enjoying it so very perfectly that if you hadn't stopped when you did she'd probably be hiding in an alcove with those two bloated melons of hers stroking herself to such pleasures as would distract her entirely from her duties, though I expect she'd find more than a few quite willing to lend her a hand.� Maela, have you concluded our business with that repellent merchant and his band?�

����������� �Indeed, my queen, I have just seen them out into the city,� Maela, the decidedly un-amazonian and slightly plump steward replied, for she had just been coming down the hall when Odessa caught sight of her, �Is this- is this what-?�

����������� �Is this what I paid that shabby wanderer such a fortune for?� Odessa finished while Maela stammered, visibly stunned at the sight of the slime girl, �Magnificent, isn't she?� Shoggoth, this is my steward, Maela.�

����������� �A pleasure to meet you,� the slime girl said sweetly, seeing in the robed girl's bespectacled face something open and kind and utterly unlike her queen.

����������� �And you as well,� Maela replied, bowing, and then asking more than a little hopefully, �My queen, do you have any further need of me this morning, or shall I go and tend to the ledgers?�

����������� �Ah, just as entranced with her as everyone else, hmm?� Odessa smiled, �If you find her enchanting now, you would have found her breathtaking before she pumped all her gorgeous curves into Galatea's bosom.�

����������� �It is true then?� the steward asked, �I have not set eyes upon the captain, but I heard some of the other guards talking; they seemed amazed that she could even walk with her bosom swollen to such prodigious size.�

����������� �Oh, every word of it is true,� Odessa said, infinitely pleased at the effect this was already having upon her court, �If fact, if you seek her out, she might well desire your help with one or two rather sizable matters and- actually, I think I have better task for you than just working Galatea into a lather; come with us, if you please, and you shall see wonders undreamed of.�

����������� �Of course,� Maela agreed, almost giddy as she fell in behind her graceful and haughty queen, and trying very hard to watch Shoggoth gliding along beside her without staring to the point of being rude.

����������� The three soon reached the door down to the kitchens, climbing down the broad, but far less lavishly appointed stairs into the castle's depths.� The scent of a hundred delicious things wafted up from below, and before long the stairway opened into a deep and high-vaulted room filled with tables and cutlery, fireplaces taller than a man, with massive iron kettles set within them, and a profusion of comestibles in various states of preparation, all being attended to by the several chefs and cooks whose job it was to feed the royal court, its guards, and all the numerous servants and visitors of the castle.

����������� As it had happened everywhere else, the moment the men and women working there caught sight of the Shoggoth, a gasp of amazement rose from the room.� Even in the dim, fiery light, her green body seemed to glow.

����������� �Brenna, where are you?� Odessa demanded, not seeing her head chef present, �Do the tables down here groan beneath their burden as I asked?�

����������� �I am here, my mistress,� came the hearty reply as Brenna, who had been leaning over an oven in the corner came up, carrying a huge iron plate with a roast that looked like it had originally been half a cow; she laid it heavily upon the nearest table and said, �And here; behold our work and tell me if I have failed my queen.�

����������� It was Shoggoth's turn to give a start, for this woman was unlike any other she had seen since her arrival.� Brenna was clearly of the same blood as her queen, tall and pleasant to look upon, but there the resemblance ended.� A life of work in the royal kitchens had left her face redder, though no less beautiful that her fairer kin, and her hair shared the color of the fires she had tended for years.� While others, like the queen, were graceful and lissome, a life of hard work and an exceedingly rich diet had left Brenna with a figure more like that of her ancestors, if perhaps a little better favored.� Her arms, though still smooth and shapely were thick with strength from a lifetime of bearing ironware about, and her passion for food had, through some happy chance, left her with a well-fattened bosom indeed, at least compared to those of the other women of the realm.� While her hips were broad and womanly, they too looked quite powerful, however generously padded they might happen to be.� Unlike the gauzy raiment of the queen or the guards' revealing uniforms, she wore a pair of workman's trousers and a white double-breasted jacket a size or two too small for her robust figure, and a chef's hat cocked at a saucy angle upon her head.

����������� �Ha, I should have known you would not disappoint,� Odessa laughed as she looked around her, �Is all this then to feed my new pet?�

����������� �It is indeed,� Brenna answered, her booming voice echoing off the stone walls of the kitchens, �I have already prepared the court's midday meal, and after this we shall commence with supper.� What you see here though, is all in answer to your command, though should anything be left over, I shall be sure it does not go to waste.�

����������� �Brenna, you have done well, as is your habit.� Please, be about your work and do not worry about our presence here.� Oh, but this is marvelous,� Odessa enthused, as if her cold demeanor was thawed somewhat by the heat of the fires, �Here, my little Shoggoth, sit down, I wish to savor this.�

����������� �As you wish, mistress,� the slime girl answered, sliding into a nearby chair, set before an oaken table so overladen with pastries that it practically sagged beneath their weight.

����������� �I could not have asked for better than this,� Odessa smiled, �Here, Maela, I do hate getting my fingers sticky; why don't you help feed my little Shoggoth here so she can put on weight a little faster.�

����������� �Of course, my Queen,� Maela agreed with barely-concealed excitement as she moved in close to the green girl whose body was glistening with reflected light of a dozen fires, �May I?�

����������� �Mmm, please do,� Shoggoth agreed readily, opening her mouth as if to show that this, at least, was something she was all too happy to obey Odessa in.

����������� With one fleeting look of uncertainty, Maela picked up a dripping morsel that looked rather like a large Danish and pushed it into the slime girl's waiting mouth.� She swallowed it easily, all in one bite; she closed her mouth and a second later when she opened it again for more the pastry was gone with nary a trace.� Both Odessa and Maela gave a start of surprise, having figured that she would swallow it and then absorb it, however quickly, afterwards, and yet her body was, even in this dim light, transparent enough to reveal that there was nothing within her other than her own substance.� She blinked, and looked between the two of them quizzically.

����������� �If you please, my mistress,� she asked, �You did bring me down here to feed me more than that, did you not?�

����������� Brought back to earth, Maela remembered her job and set about feeding her new charge a steady supply of sweets at a rate that even the most insatiable of women would have blanched at.� After a few brief minutes the pile on the table was shrinking visibly, and, of far greater interest to the two women gathered around her, the green girl seated there was growing at just as swift a pace.� As she swallowed down mouthful after mouthful, her slender form became increasingly ample.� Her narrow waist expanded to far more generous proportions, and hips that had filled barely half her seat when she sat down were making steady progress at spreading to fill the whole thing.� Her breasts swelled eagerly as she ate, quickly progressing from small mounds, to handfuls, to a pair that was modest only in comparison to their previous grandeur.

����������� �Ohh, thank you, my queen,� Shoggoth gasped between mouthfuls, �You don't know how long it has been since I was free to just gorge myself like this.� You cannot imagine how heavenly it feels to do this after my long confinement.� Please, Maela, don't stop.�

����������� �I command this because it pleases me to, not for your own enjoyment,� Odessa began in her usual imperious tone, before softening to add, �But it pleases me also to see that my service agrees with you so well.�

����������� Maela continued shoveling desserts into the slime girl, and in return, her figure began to expand far more readily.� She was soon as resplendent as when she was first set free from her prison, with hips that filled her chair quite completely, her bare breasts now hanging full and proud halfway to her waist and bulging out lushly to either side of her shapely body.� She sat a little higher now as well, lifted up by her bottom as it fattened beneath her, while her thighs, from what Maela could see of them, had grown sleek and enticing indeed.� As she expanded beyond the size she had been the day before a luxuriant sigh escaped her lips.

����������� �Oh, I shall gladly do whatever you ask of me, my mistress,� she breathed, �but a few more minutes of this and you shall find I'll no longer fit back in that glass prison if mine; I am already grown so nice and curvy I'd likely shatter it to splinters if you tried to cram me inside.�

����������� �You needn't worry about that,� Odessa said with a smile that seemed to grow more delighted the more voluptuous her servant became, �I should prefer to see you gorge yourself until one ten times as big would not be enough to contain you.�

����������� In all this, Maela remained silent, as was her habit, just feeding Shoggoth every last bite in the table before her.� When the pile was nearly gone, Brenna appeared from nowhere with an immense stack of cakes, and when those were fast made work of, a huge roast so thoroughly cooked and richly steeped that Maela didn't even need a carving knife to pull it to pieces.� For reasons she could not quite explain to herself, Maela felt her excitement increasing as she worked.� The sheer delight at being chosen to serve her queen in this task paled in comparison to the thrill of being so very near to this exotic and beautiful creature, and even that did not approach the strange, intoxicating thrill of watching her figure expand to such seductive excess.� Even if her queen had not commanded it, there was nothing Maela desired more at this moment than to keep feeding the slime girl, stuffing her with every morsel in the castle just to watch her grow bigger and bigger and bigger.

����������� She was already well on her way.� Her slippery green thighs had become so full that they crowded each other for space, squeezed tight between the edge of her seat and the underside of the table.� Her hips spilled out temptingly over the sides of her chair, broader than those any woman Maela had ever seen, except for a singularly pampered courtesan who had once visited from an exotic kingdom, whom some combination of favorable lineage and wanton self-indulgence had rendered more seductively pear-shaped than any woman Maela had even imagined.� She still dreamed of it, visions of broad-spreading hips swaying sumptuously as she sauntered down the halls, the gauzy fabric of the woman's gown doing nothing to hide how her titanically fattened behind quaked and quivered with each ponderous step she took.� And now, this splendid creature right next to her, so very real, so very near, so beguilingly fraught with possibilities, was fast-surpassing even Maela's fevered dreams.

����������� It wasn't just her body that was expanding, Shoggoth's hair was growing longer and more wild the more she consumed.� She became ever more like some primordial goddess of fertility as it grew thick and untamed, cascading down past her shoulders until it would have covered her breasts had she been just a little less fantastically endowed, flowing down her back until it reached the low back of the chair on which she sat, being stuffed to more and more beguiling immensity.� Even as the slime girl leaned forward eagerly, as if she wanted to make Maela's job as easy as possible, her full, round breasts resting on the table before her, and it was obvious that she was growing not only more voluptuous but also growing quite plump indeed.

����������� Shoggoth's once-trim belly was growing more sumptuous with every bite she swallowed, still smooth and perfect, but so round that she looked as if she had been torn between the choice to make her belly more self-indulgent or to make it the very icon of fertility, and had resolved her conundrum by doing both, as fully as possible.� It was obvious that her chair was not built to support a figure of such abundant charms, and she spread her legs that her growing belly might bulge lower between her lush thighs, though she still gulped down the caramelized apples that Maela was pushing insistently past her lips with naked delight.� And Maela was not the only one who found herself curiously aroused by the sight of a green girl gorging herself into a state that precious few mortal women ever approached.� Odessa had an odd, distracted look about her; a sheen of sweat on her skin made her glisten nearly as much as her green treasure, her queenly vestments growing more and more transparent, clinging to her skin as they grew more damp.

����������� �So,� she asked, in a husky voice, �Are you nearing your limits at last, my servant?� You're easily twice the size you were when first I laid eyes upon you.�

����������� �Oh, no, my mistress, surely I have already grown to triple it,� Shoggoth breathed, tearing herself away from her endless feast long enough to speak, �Long ago, before the world of my birth was overthrown, we used to glut ourselves to such decadence as you may scarce imagine.� The trees of my youth hung heavy with ripe fruit, there was game to be had, sweet and fat and easy, whenever one of us desired to revel in excess she would eat until the very earth beneath her trembled at her size.� Oh, it has been long beyond remembering since I was able to test my insatiability as you have allowed me to; but no, I do not groan with overfullness, rather my appetite is whetted for still more.�

����������� �Ah, yes, very well then, I should like to see you fed until you truly can take no more,� Odessa said haltingly, clutching at the more sensitive regions of her own body distractedly, �I- I must take leave of you; the heat of this infernal kitchen does not agree with me- the cool air of my chambers would be much more agreeable, I think.� Maela, if I leave you here to fatten my prize here to the point where she may fill all my guards until their shoulders sag with heaviness, you shall not disappoint me?�

����������� �Oh, no my queen,� Maela agreed zealously, her heart racing at the thought of being alone with this spellbinding creature, �You may trust me to feed her until she begs for relief.�

����������� �Very well then, see that you do,� Odessa said, nearly tripping over a table as she made her exit, �When you are done though, bring her to me; I wish to oversee the work of making the rest of the royal guard so alluring that Galatea will beg me to make her their equal.�

����������� Without waiting for an answer, Odessa stumbled up the stairs as through drunk on her distractions, while Maela, determined to milk this opportunity for all she could whilst gaining favor with her queen, set about feeding her companion from a vast bowl overflowing with cream-filled sweets, determined to fulfill her charge as fully as she was able.

����������� Each bite-sized morsel must have been unspeakably rich, for as she swallowed them, a handful at a time, Shoggoth ballooned in size.� Her breasts, trembling with each bite, billowed out across the table laid before her.� Already they were far larger than her head, nearly the size, Maela though, of a couple of prize melons she had seen at the fair last year, their fat, lime-colored nipples protruding more and more as Shoggoth's breasts overspread the table, spilling onto the cream-smeared platter and, it seemed, drinking up the thick, white gobs of sweetness left behind from cream puffs filled until they burst by Brenna, whose enthusiasm for her queen's latest project seemed quite unwavering.

����������� �So, your queen, I sense that she is not well-beloved by her people,� Shoggoth asked suddenly, fixing Maela with an intense look a few minutes after she heard the door atop the stairs close behind Odessa.

����������� �Ah, well, that is a question fraught with history,� Maela said with a start, so taken aback she momentarily forgot to keep stuffing her companion with cream puffs, �How do you come to it?�

����������� �She just seems so very easy in condemning others to servitude,� Shoggoth lamented, �She has the feel of one who has never considered such a fate befalling herself.�

����������� �And there you have it,� Maela said, actually bolting down a sweet or two herself� in commiseration, �The old steward who raised me said that the queens before her were stern, but just; while Odessa wields her power lightly and without care.� She is not an easy one to serve.�

����������� �And what of you?� the slime girl asked, tenderly placing a green hand against Maela's cheek, �What sorrows does your service to her bring?�

����������� �Oh, I do try not to complain,� Maela said, �But it is so very hard being the most commonplace girl in a land of tall and graceful beauties.� And now that you are here, all the women whom Odessa favors shall become a dozen times more comely, while I, short and fat and unremarkable, might as well dissolve into the shadows.� I know I should not dwell upon such things, but I tend to fall into the dark places of myself betimes.�

����������� �Do not become too heavy with sadness,� Shoggoth said, caressing Maela's cheek lovingly, �Now that I am here, none can say what your future holds.� In fact, if you wish for to see your fortunes change for the better, you may as well know that since I do not need to chew and swallow as your kind do, you could always try stuffing me with food about five times faster than you have been.� I have a feeling we might both profit by such treatment.�

����������� Maela's eyes grew wide with surprise.� She didn't need to say another word, but immediately began shoveling food into Shoggoth's open mouth with both hands.� And just as easily, she practically inhaled it; the results were very fast in coming.� The slime girl grew more massive with each heaping plate she consumed, her swollen breasts shimmering green and wet as they filled the top of the table, almost as large as Galatea's breasts had become under Shoggoth's tender ministrations.� They were so very full and juicy that rather than hanging from her chest they piled up higher and higher before her, pressing heavily against her neck, and then her chin, until they had become so enormous that nearly every dish on the table had either been crowded off the edge by their expansion or buried completely by the billowing tide of wobbling green flesh.� They all but covered Shoggoth's mouth now, and Maela was forced to spread them apart with one hand (something she minded not in the least) while trying to push more food past the slime girl's cleavage and into her mouth.

����������� As Shoggoth overflowed the far side of the table, Maela was beside herself with bliss.� Every second of this, every added inch of girth her willing new fried gained, filled her with more excitement.� If Shoggoth had not been the queen's property and there had not been a dozen other people around, Maela was sure she would be begging her to fill her with every drop she could hold, to drive her mad with whatever strange and exotic pleasures she might be willing to share.� All the same, this was the next best thing, being so close to Shoggoth, caressing her yielding green body as she blossomed larger and larger, the way she felt so alluringly slippery, her sighs of pleasure kindling the fires of desire within Maela's heart as she stuffed her to ever more sumptuous excess.

����������� Her breasts now so immense that Maela could barely nudge them out of the way far enough reach the slime girl's mouth between them, Shoggoth finally leaned back.� Her vast bosom made sort of a wet, sucking sound as she tugged it across the worn boards of the table and into her lap, though Maela saw that she really had no lap to speak of anymore.� All the while she had been eating, Shoggoth's belly had been growing too, and while it had been hidden beneath her ripening bosom, it too had becoming a testament to her boundless appetites.� It spilled out across her thighs, each one far thicker than Maela's more than ample waist, and if not for the table being in the way would surely have bulged out beyond her knees.� The slime girl's hips, Maela suddenly realized, were now fully three times as wide as the chair she perched so precariously upon, while her lusciously fattened rump hung over the sides and bulged out between the slats of the back obscenely.� On any other woman's figure a belly so titanic that would have spread her breasts apart, but Shoggoth's lush melons were so colossal they overwhelmed even it, so huge that even with her laying back to give them more room, they still loomed up in front of her sumptuously.

����������� �Oh, Maela, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time,� the slime girl sighed, her entire body quivering weakly as she spoke, �I can't remember the last time I was fed like this.� You're so gentle, I can tell you're trying to take good care of me, but still so forceful, I feel so utterly at your mercy right now; as if I could just close my eyes and not awake until I found you still feeding me even as the stone of the ceiling rasped against my forswollen bosom.� Oh, I know I have no more power than you do in this place, but as long as I am here I shall do my very best to have Odessa keep you by my side, so long as you do not mind carrying the burden of feeding me all by yourself, of course.�

����������� �Of course not, I would be ever so willing to serve you,� Maela breathed, in a way that made it clear she was willing to serve in capacities far beyond simply helping out in the kitchens.

����������� Just look at her, how absolutely magnificent she is, Maela thought, her legs feeling terribly unsteady as Shoggoth gave her a saucy wink, And I'm the one filling her with every drop of it, every bite I feed her only making her more tantalizingly luscious.� Perhaps she might see fit to return the favor one day- oh; I can just imagine it, her forcing herself all cool and slick down my throat, filling me until my breasts were so breathtakingly huge that no one would even notice Galatea's fat little tits.� And now that Shuggy's so awfully big now, she could spare ever so much for me, filling me until nobody could even see how fat I am, filling me until my breasts were so overladen I could barely even stand, filling me as I begged for more, my breasts so utterly distended I'd be pinned to the floor, filling me until they creaked with excess, as if just one more drop would be too much for my poor, straining skin to bear.� Oh, but it would be so wonderful, even if she filled my breasts until they were ready to pop.� Even if I were trapped in the throne room after that, it would be so wonderful.� Men would ask when the queen retired for the night so they could come back and ravish me; the other girls would envy me at last, caressing my acres of soft, tingling flesh so jealously, willing to do anything, anything, if only I revealed to them how I had convinced Odessa's new favorite to fill me up with so much more than any of them.� But better still, she could stay with me at night, her slick, yielding body wet against me, while in the morning food would be brought up and I could feed her anew, until she was even more well-favored than I, her bloated breasts and swollen belly pressing me to the wall as she thanked me for my kindness by making me just a little bit bigger...

����������� �Mmmph, my but you've got a gift for this,� the slime girl managed between mouthfuls, �I did not think it possible for someone to feed me more than I could swallow, yet I can barely keep up with your pace.�

����������� Startled out of her fantasy, Maela realized that in her excitement she must have been working doubly fast, for Shoggoth was even more staggeringly buxom than before.� Her breasts were each five feet across at the very least, and even with her leaning back as far as she was able they still poured over the opposite side of the table, nipples swollen to half the size of wine bottles jutting out over the floor, throbbing so much that Maela found it almost impossible to resist giving them an appreciative pinch.� The chair had nearly disappeared beneath the slime girl's accumulating bulk, her mammoth ass overcoming it completely, while her soft and well-padded form seemed to be well on its way to engulfing the chair back, while her hair, now a wild mane befitting some primordial goddess of fertility, hung almost all the way to the floor, overgrown and splendidly untamable.

����������� She was stunningly immense now, her breasts kept from hanging to her either side until they touch the floor only by their unnatural fullness keeping them far more taut than should have been possible for such massively fattened spheres.� For all the world they looked like two transparent balloons being pumped full of green gelatin, stretching, stretching as they were forced to hold more, growing more tantalizingly overladen with each morsel that Maela stuffed her with.� Her belly, wider than her outstretched arms and obscenely round in proportion pushed up against the table's edge until the sound of wood against stone announced that it was so desperate for growing room that even the table's massive oak beams could not stand in the way of Shoggoth's feasting.� Her excitement wound so tight she could hardly keep her wits about her, Maela kept on feeding her, just imagining what her new friend might be able to do now that she was so magnificently glutted.

����������� �You're just getting so, so huge,� she enthused almost worshipfully at the sight of Shoggoth's breasts spilling at last over the far corners of the table, leaving it completely inundated by a sea of yielding green flesh, each of her melons now wider than even the broad door to the throne room, �You know, Shuggy, being with you is just so very stimulating; right now I think I'd do anything if you asked me to.�

����������� �Mmm, now that's an offer that sets a girl's mind off down all sorts of interesting paths,� the Shoggoth said languidly as she caressed Maela's cheek with one plump green hand, �For now though, I have to admit that I'm just worried that by the time your queen is done with me for the day, every last one of your guards will be sporting a bustline so sumptuously swollen that all they'd be fit for is laying in their bunks playing with their tits and waiting to be ravished by their sisters in arms, not that I haven't had some experience taking advantage of such situations, mind you.�

����������� �Well, I'd hate to see Galatea and her troop so big that they couldn't even get out of bed,� Maela said with concern, though there were in fact one or two among them that she might have enjoyed getting the better of in such condition, �Do you think we should stop?�

����������� �Oh, I can't even bring myself to ask; I haven't felt like this in ages,� Shoggoth sighed, clutching the sides of her brimming belly lovingly, �But who knows how far your queen will force me to fill some of the other girls if there's even more of me to go around?� Though I would hate to see you punished for not doing as the queen commanded and I am so very inclined to do what will please you-�

����������� She was cut off by the sudden crack of sturdy timbers splintering beneath her enormous weight, and before she could catch herself, Shoggoth fell to the floor as her chair collapsed at last.� Two loud slaps echoed through the vaulted kitchen, the first being the sound of her spectacularly overstuffed ass colliding with the hard, stone floor, and the second, somewhat wetter sounding, was her deliciously swollen breasts smacking against her huge belly.� She lay there for a moment looking dazed, but indecently pleased with herself, her entire body quaking and jiggling as if a tidal wave had just occurred inside of her and she had contained its power by a fairly narrow margin.

����������� �Well, perhaps that is enough for now,� she announced with a very satisfied smile as she offered her hand to Maela, �Maela, my dear, please do help me up; I somehow seem to have gained quite a bit of weight recently.

����������� Maela, only too ready to help, seized her hand and pulled, for all the good her modest strength did at helping the massive, still quivering slime girl to her feet.� All the same, Shoggoth took every advantage of the moment, making sure she thrust her stunningly callipygous behind against Maela, who nearly fainted, and then somehow managed to turn so that the awestruck steward was in danger of slipping right in between Shoggoth's tantalizingly overfilled breasts, at which Maela got a rather funny look as if she were considering simply ripping off her robes and begging Shoggoth to take her right there on the kitchen floor.

����������� �Well now, assuming I meet with your approval,� Shoggoth asked, �Shall we go up and show your queen the ample fruits of our morning's work?�

����������� �Oh yes,� Maela agreed, �I think she shall be very pleased indeed.�

����������� And so, bidding their thanks to Brenna and the chefs, who seemed beside themselves with delight that their efforts were attracting Odessa's attention so dramatically, Maela and Shoggoth made for the throne room.� Maela had been worried that the narrow, winding staircase up to the main hall would be too tight for her new companion, now that she was enlarged to such ravishing excess, but easy as you please, the green girl just seemed to ooze between the near-looming sides, leaving only a faint trail of slime glistening slickly against the stone as she passed.� Maela, following behind found herself more entranced by the way that Shoggoth's already-lush behind bulged even more breathtakingly as she squeezed herself upstairs, though Maela suspected, quite correctly, that this was mostly done for her benefit and viewing pleasure.

����������� As Shoggoth popped through the door into the hallway, her immensely curvy figure bouncing delightfully as she ballooned back to her vastly more expansive proportions, every eye in the hall was upon her.� A hush of wonder fell as the several guards and castle servants found themselves in the presence of a creature so staggering in her femininity that her very presence was an affront to nature, though a very welcome one.� And yet there she was, as large as life, her fertile hips swaying seductively as she sauntered toward the throne room, her tantalizingly overfilled bosom filling the hall to such a degree that those she passed needed to press themselves close against the walls if they wished to avoid being knocked over by a pair of breasts as winsomely soft as they were monstrously swollen (though more than a few seemed to make a the merest gesture of getting out of the way only to look inordinately pleased as Shoggoth's immense green body brushed invitingly against them).� And all the while Maela followed along just behind, a giddy smile upon her face as she watched the slime girl's massive ass quake and wobble with her every step, just basking in the beauty who preceded her.

����������� Odessa was lazing on her throne, wondering what could possibly be taking the two of them so very long when the doors swung in and her two servants entered with more than a hint of triumph about them.� She almost fell from her seat at the sight of Shoggoth, whom she had last seen at less than a tenth her present size, and even Galatea, who had been forced to wear her belt with her sword behind her so that its pommel would stop jabbing uncomfortably at the swollen underside of her bosom, and who was still bare-breasted as the royal smiths had not yet had time to fashion a top capacious enough to contain her enlarged endowments, gave a stifled cry of amazement.

����������� �My mistress,� the slime girl began, both respectful and appropriately full of herself, even deigning to give a small bow, which nonetheless was more than enough to make her breasts brush against the floor, �By the efforts of your faithful steward and the talents of your kitchen staff I come before you to be judged.� Do the fruits of their labors meet with your approval?�

����������� �Oh my-,� was all that Odessa could say at first, quickly scrambling down from the royal dais and hurrying to where the green girl, resplendent in her immensity, stood, still jiggling softly with repletion, �Oh, but this is, this is so much more than I had imagined.� I had heard the legends, but I never truly thought that you could grow so- so titanic in such a brief span.�

����������� Barely even glancing towards the slime girl's face, Odessa began to pet and squeeze her juicier bits, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she surveyed Shoggoth's body.� She fairly drooled at the sight of her breasts, so massive that if they hung a few inches lower they would have dragged against the floor even when she stood up straight.� As Odessa came to her side, she gasped at the sight of Shoggoth's protuberant belly, visible from the front only in that it helped to lift and push out her fulsome bust, while from this angle the sight of her captivating round belly, the lowest curve of which was level with her plump knees, just seemed to hypnotize Odessa, as if she was amazed that any one being could contain the wages of such insatiable gorging.� Shoggoth's hips, grown more broad than she was tall, left Odessa enthralled, though she was not so in awe that as she surveyed the green beauty before that she felt too shy to give Shoggoth a hearty slap upon the most lusciously fattened part of her behind, the echoes of which reverberated form the ceiling almost as long as the slime girl's winsomely yielding flesh trembled from the assault.

����������� �So then, my queen, do you find me ample enough to fill your needs?� Shoggoth asked hopefully, with just a shadow of playfulness in her sweet voice.

����������� �Oh, but you shall serve me well indeed,� Odessa said, �Come with me to the guards' barracks, let us not waste another moment.� Now that you are so much more fully favored, you shall treat each woman in her bunk even more generously that you have my Galatea.� Hold nothing back; if you and Maela must return to the kitchens then so be it, if that is what it takes to fill each one of them until their breasts strain with fatness, taut and overstretched as overladen wine-skins.�

����������� If I had time to put the words to paper and you cared to read another fifty pages of the same, I could tell you, in minute detail, how Odessa's new plaything treated each of the dozen guards resting in the royal barracks, but such would be the needless repetition that I hope the reader will forgive me if I abbreviate my account somewhat, that I may sooner come to doings far more novel to my audience.

����������� Suffice it to say that with Shoggoth so spectacularly fattened up as she was, Odessa, having no worries that she would be left thin and empty, demanded she give her royal guards the absolute utmost that each could endure, and encouraged by how well the first few withstood being enlarged to degrees far exceeding Galatea, grew ever more demanding as she progressed through their ranks.� Most of the guards, whose desire had been kindled from the moment they had seen Galatea's luxuriously fulsome bosom, begged for more whenever Shoggoth gave them respite to catch their breath, pleading that the queen command her strange green servant to continue, even as their breasts ballooned to the point where they hung beyond their knees, so oppressively heavy that even with whatever magic left the receptacles of Shoggoth's generosity were barely able to support their quiversome mass, and each girl was left needing to lean backwards at a most unnatural angle simply to avoid falling over onto what would have made for a very soft landing indeed.

����������� Only one girl, Sprigga, who, still slender and lissome at twenty and fresh from the academy, seemed doubtful, but Odessa, who had by this time realized how vastly she had underestimated just how much Shoggoth yet carried within her body, decided to give her a double helping in payment of her reluctance.� When Shoggoth pulled away from her, the poor girl's breasts already every bit as massive as any number of girls who were far taller and more solidly built than she, Odessa simply ordered her to continue, smiling wickedly as the Sprigga's milk-white breasts groaned from the ceaseless torrent rushing into them.� Shoggoth flashed the girl an apologetic look as the queen demanded she redouble her efforts, pumping her breasts so savagely full that her rosy pink areolae were stretched wider than the buckler she carried at her belt, her nipples swollen to such agonizing tenderness that even the lightest touch set her trembling as if anything might be more than her poor, distended breasts could bear.� Already it was clear that her days as a warrior were at an end, she would be lucky to be able to walk down the hall with such forswollen melons hanging from her chest- the very idea of carrying them into battle was both laughable and strangely titillating, but now the more pressing question was whether she would even be able to move unaided with such an obscenely distended pair that she had to strain every sinew to the breaking point just to keep them off the ground.�

����������� As Odessa once more commanded the hesitant slime girl to keep going, the Sprigga's breasts, now resting heavily on the floor before her, grew more and more desperately overfilled.� Their taut skin stretched until it become so pale that faint blue veins could be seen tracing their way across her acres of burgeoning flesh.� Each of her mammoth melons now wider than she was tall, the helpless girl stood motionless, terrified of what the queen would do if she resisted, and resigned to the fact that she was in no condition to offer any resistance now anyway.� Green slime still pouring down her throat, her breasts now creaked with excess, faint white striations now here and there marring their quivering bulk where they had been most dangerously overfilled. �

����������� At last, several minutes after Sprigga looked like she had taken all she could hold and was now stretching her luck recklessly far, Odessa motioned Shoggoth to stop.� With almost frantic readiness, she complied, pulling her hand away from the now-immobile young guard, who finally released, would have collapsed onto her titanic breasts had two of her fellows not rushed forward to lend her support.� Odessa smiled; Sprigga knew there was nothing to be gained by argument or begging, except perhaps for another round of fattening which her breasts were in no condition to suffer, and she was merely thankful to have been spared anymore of her queen's beneficence, while Shoggoth, considerably smaller after forcing a such generous portion of her mass into one woman, looked, if anything, embarrassed, unable to meet the gaze of the auburn-haired girl who was now beginning to tentatively explore the vast ocean of soft flesh spreading before her, with enthusiastic help from several of the other women of the guard.

����������� Though a few of those remaining were more subdued in their eagerness to take their turn after Sprigga's ordeal, none of them dared to show it, while others were still more breathless in their desire, as if they hoped to impress their queen by asking to be laden with even more than the hapless Sprigga, standing helplessly before them, or simply lusting after a figure which no living woman in their age had ever attained.� Ever capricious though, Odessa frustrated their hopes as she saw fit, ordering that many of the most enthusiastic were left with breasts barely big enough to hang past their waists, while those who showed insufficient spirit were rendered so indecently busty that they began to grow uneasy at the thought of staying in a quarters so well-fitted with swords and pikes and other rather sharp things as the barracks were, and while she instructed Shoggoth to fill one or two of the more ardent ones to nearly the same impressive size, she let none become bigger than Sprigga, though one girl who she thought was eyeing Odessa defiantly was ordered to be filled with particular violence, rendering her breasts more immense than only the very few who could now barely walk, unbelievably round for the sheer amount of soft flesh crammed within them, and so painfully tight that the girl seemed to be at a loss as to whether it was better to support them, that their weight might not be such a burden upon her straining skin, or to let them hang free, so as not to add even the pressure of her fingertips to her alarmingly overladen bosom.

����������� When the last guard present was reduced to panting and fondling her alluringly enlarged assets, Odessa proudly surveyed her opulently expanded regiment, some of whom still looked stunned and more than a bit uncomfortable at suffering such a sudden and massive transformation, while others seemed to be counting the seconds until their queen left so that they could begin enjoying their new endowments more openly, and indeed, as Odessa and her small retinue turned to leave, even Sprigga seemed to be quickly accepting the advantages of her fate, as two of her comparatively less encumbered sisters in arms had set about massaging her achingly overfilled breasts to make her more comfortable, and attending eagerly to her aching nipples which were now far beyond her reach.� The door had not even closed before the first murmured sigh of pleasure was heard in the hall beyond.

����������� �Well done, my little prize,� Odessa said as she, Shoggoth and Maela made their way back to the throne room, �I never would have thought a single morning in the kitchens could leave you saturated enough to bring about such marvelous results.�

����������� �My mistress, it was Maela who fed me so well,� Shoggoth reminded her, �Any praise should redound to her in no small measure.�

����������� �Hmm, indeed, and such a job she did of it,� Odessa agreed, glancing at her servant appreciatively as Maela blushed silently, �Why look at you, even after leaving a dozen of my guard so full of flesh that the smallest among them could bring all traffic in the marketplace to a halt, and you're still so enticingly large yourself that I have half a mind to take you out on the main wall and catch a few of those standing watch before we finish our rounds.�

����������� �If you please, my queen,� Maela suggested, �The stairways up to the wall are very narrow and would not permit a woman to pass if her figure were so blissfully engorged as those back in the barracks.� Would it not be wiser to return to them when they are at their rest?� Besides, yours has been a busy morning indeed; instead of venturing hither and yon attending to all the women of the castle watch might it not be more agreeable to your highness to attend to your own needs for a while?�

����������� �Mmm, you speak the truth, Maela,� Odessa allowed, �Let us return to the throne.� Still, I hate to see my pretty Shoggoth still all lovely and full and yet lying idle and unused until the morrow.�

����������� �Ah, my mistress, it is not so,� the slime girl countered, �The longer I remain fat and heavy the easier it becomes for me to gain weight more quickly.� If you do not work me down to a nub each day, you shall find my appetite will grow accordingly.�

����������� �Well, then, may it be as you say,� Odessa assented with a sparkle in her eye, �Come you two, we have been busy indeed, but I would yet not be alone.�

����������� When they reached the throne room, Galatea's breasts jiggled as she pushed shut the heavy door, still hanging huge and unrestrained from her chest, though not seeming nearly so tremendous after what the three off them had just witnessed in the bunks.� Odessa set herself up once more in her appointed seat, and surveyed her two servants, one a short, raven-haired young woman with a dreamy look on her face, dressed in the heaviest robes she could find in order to disguise her plumpness, the other a green vision of unbridled femininity, naked and beautiful.� Her sublimely lush bosom still gently bounced against her upper thighs as she moved, her sumptuously fat behind jiggling at the slightest provocation, and all Odessa could think of was how much she still contained within her, how much more she still had to share with the women of the realm.

����������� �Maela,� Odessa said, her steward giving a little jump as she was pulled from her reverie, �You have served your queen very well today and I find myself feeling unwontedly generous; is there any reward you might ask of me?�

����������� �Well, if it please you my queen,� Maela stammered, �Glancing nervously between Odessa and Shoggoth, �Would you allow me to ask if Shuggy can change me as well?� I do not wish to simply be as busty as the women of the watch, but may I ask all the same?�

����������� �Well now, it seemed that she has taken quite a liking to you,� Odessa said, endlessly pleased at the direction this was going in, �I imagine that if you asked her, she might be willing to share her gifts with you, and after your morning's work of fattening her up, I should be the last to oppose her.�

����������� �Thank you, you are most generous,� Maela said with a small bow before turning to face the slime girl, �Shuggy, I've seen you make the other girls so very big this morning; does it work the other way though?� Could you make me smaller, or well, you know, thinner?�

����������� �Oh, Maela,� Shoggoth said sadly, �I fear my power lies only in filling out the figures of women, not in diminishing them; such things are beyond even my ability to give.�

����������� �Oh, well, okay then,� Maela said, looking rather more dejected, �I guess I've just always wanted to be noticed instead of being so unattractive that no one even seems to see me.� You're just so amazing I kind of got to thinking you could do anything.� But it's alright, I'm still glad to have you here, even if that sounds a little selfish.�

����������� �Maela, you are perfectly lovely, just a little different form the other women here,� Shoggoth insisted, coming close and gently pressing her slick green hands to Maela's cheeks, �But if you're willing to trust me, I think I might be able to do something for you that will make it impossible for even a blind man to overlook you.� Will you permit me this?�

����������� Her entire body tingling with anticipation, Maela nodded.

����������� �Good then,� Shoggoth smiled, �Take off your clothes.�

����������� With the expression of someone whose dreams had burst into vivid life, Maela readily obeyed, unbelting her thick robes, letting them fall to the floor, and then pulling her white tunic over her head and casting it aside fearlessly.� She had always been afraid to show her body to anyone, yet here she was now, absolutely naked save for her spectacles, standing before her queen and this miraculously gorgeous being who was coming in closer by the second.� Maela could not have been happier.�

����������� �Well, let's see what we have to work with here,� Shoggoth said, relishing the chance to play the part of a doctor examining her new patient, gently caressing Maela's naked body, while pretending not to notice how her touch made Maela shudder awfully, �Ah, you may lay your fears to rest; I think I will be able to help you.�

����������� Maela was not, in fact, really all that fat.� In truth, if she had carried her weight just a little differently, she might have been positively voluptuous, or at least pleasantly curvy.� Her trouble was that every extra pound she gained went straight to her round little tummy, and being a scribe did not exactly offer many opportunities for exercise.� She had a bottom that would have looked quite pleasing indeed if she were a bit more slender everywhere else, and her breasts, while far from generous, were hardly much smaller than those of most other girls in the city, if one took her more modest stature into account.� Even her hips, though a bit on the narrow side, were mostly a problem because they just weren't quite full enough to offset her belly which, in our modern age, would scarcely earn her any attention at all.� But living surrounded by amazons a foot taller than she at the very least, several of whom were now phenomenally endowed, had left her feeling very like an ugly duckling indeed.

����������� Shoggoth, however, was already working out the absolute best way to transform her friend into the very incarnation of womanly voluptuousness.� She drew her in close, Maela sliding in easily between her breasts, which were still laden with more than enough to make a woman's figure quite ample indeed.� Maela shivered as she felt the slick wetness of the slime girl's body against her skin, the soft push of Shoggoth's vastly more bountiful belly against her own.� Green, shapely arms enfolded Maela tightly, emerald eyes dancing with mischief came closer, lips parted, and she surrendered herself to a kiss.

����������� Maela was ravished, her first fleeting moment of surprise melting away into bliss as Shoggoth's practiced touch made resisting utterly unthinkable.� She kissed back, drinking in the sweetness of her intimate companion's full green lips, eagerly embracing the lush figure pressed so tightly against her, though her reach was not nearly enough to encircle even a fraction of her jellylike girth.� Maela let slip a stifled sigh of pleasure; she felt Shoggoth's tongue questing after her own; she parted her lips, desperate to allow her into herself.� Maela felt the tart slickness filling her mouth, and then she felt so much more.

����������� A gentle pressure began to build in Maela's chest, a strange, cool sensation of fullness, and then her breasts began to grow.� Had she not been pressed so seductively close to Shoggoth's green and yielding body, Maela would have cupped them eagerly, but even trapped in the midst of the slime girl's bosom she could feel herself getting bigger, her breasts becoming heavier, touching places on her chest they had never even come near to before.� It was something she had longed for for years, her skin tingling as her small mounds gently but steadily swelled to the point where did not so much just rise out from her chest but hang from it, juicy and tender and exquisitely inviting.� But Shoggoth knew Maela's heart too well to stop so soon; she did not simply want to be busty, she wanted a body that would leave her plumpness completely overlooked and so, ever careful not to fill her more forcefully than she could endure, Shoggoth began to pump herself into Maela more swiftly.

����������� Though still enveloped by the slime girl's cleavage, Maela's bosom was fast expanding, and Shoggoth felt her own huge melons being spread apart as the dark-haired steward grew more buxom.� Maela didn't even open her eyes, she just kept drinking thirstily from Shoggoth's lips, reveling in the sensation as her breasts fattened delightfully.� By now she carried a pair that, just a day before, would have made her the biggest girl in the city, as soft as if they were filled with honey and large enough that had they been hanging free they would have rested heavily atop her belly.� Even with her mouth absolutely filled with Shoggoth's viscous green substance, Maela managed to moan in ecstasy, and seeing how utterly intoxicated she was by this, the slime girl decided to cast aside her few remaining inhibitions.

����������� Shoggoth had filled the other girls because Odessa commanded her; she had been obliged to pump herself into them until the queen was satisfied, often without giving any particular care as to how this girl or that one would look with breasts that hung full and heavy like fat teardrops, or if a bosom which rode high and pert upon her chest might best become her, or whether it might suit her figure better to sport a pair of udders like watermelons ripened to repletion beyond all measure and reason.� She tried to be gentle about it, certainly, save for those times when Odessa outright ordered her to treat some girl or another roughly, and even then she focused more on making a show if it, rather than really trying to inflict any more discomfort on the receptacle of her talents than was absolutely necessary.� Indeed, Shoggoth hated working under such pressure; she would have much preferred to have been left for a day in the barracks to enlarge the women of the guard at her own pace, and indeed such a course would have left most of them even more indecently enlarged, and far more comfortable for the next several weeks while they grew accustomed to their augmented figures.� She was not so constrained in how she dealt with Maela, however, and Shoggoth truly felt for the girl, a stranger in a strange land much like herself, and since Odessa seemed to have given her free rein over how to treat her, she resolved to make Maela into a veritable goddess, filling and shaping her in the way best suited to bringing out her natural beauty, all while making the enraptured girl so enormously luscious that she would never suffer so much as a fleeting doubt as to her desirability.

����������� Maela felt a shiver in her nethers as Shoggoth upped the pressure a little more.� Her legs trembled beneath her for a moment, a wave of dizziness washing through her before fading.� And then her ass began to fatten at a prodigious pace.� Though she had always been dismayingly flat back there, the staggering surge quickly enlarged her behind to enviable lushness, her cheeks quaking as they ballooned with fat.� Her hips too, flared out suddenly, broad and womanly and growing more so with each moment her lips remained locked against Shoggoth's.� Maela was fast becoming so stunningly curvaceous that even Odessa found herself tempted by her steward's increasingly lavish figure; her thighs thickened, growing sleek and smooth and full of flesh, as Shoggoth strove to make her the woman whom all others in the land should measure themselves by and be found wanting.�

����������� All the while Odessa watched from her throne, in awe of the spectacle unfolding before her.� True, she had seen Shoggoth fill several girls with far more than this already, but the willingness Shoggoth showed here, the sheer intimacy of this act was something new, and in spite of herself, Odessa found herself growing more aroused by the sight with every moment that it lasted.

����������� �So, Maela, is this what you wanted?� Shoggoth asked as she disengaged from the breathtakingly buxom steward, who seemed so very reluctant to be parted from her, �Have I given you the satisfaction you hoped for?�

����������� �Oh, but this is incredible,� Maela sighed, barely managing to lift her swollen breasts before letting them fall with a wet smack against her belly, �I feel so very sensual, as if I might finally draw a few glances when I walk through town.� Please though, I still feel so doubtful about how stout I am; could you keep going until by breasts do not just ride upon my belly, but hide it completely?�

����������� �It would be my pleasure,� Shoggoth answered with a smile, �And yours as well, I do hope.�

����������� Any without waiting for an answer from Maela, she enfolded her once more in her enveloping embrace and kissed her with savage urgency.� The effect was instantaneous, as Maela's breasts blew up like balloons, doubling in mass so quickly that Odessa could see Shoggoth's bosom shrinking as she poured her bulk into Maela's billowing figure.� The cool slickness of the slime girl's body against hers made Maela's nipples plump with desire; hers had always been small, even for a girl of such modest gifts as herself, but now she felt them throbbing, growing taut and suckable as slime poured into her body.� Her lower parts expanded apace; Maela felt her thighs pressing together as they grew; first just at their apex, but then lower and lower, the pressure between them growing and growing until she had no recourse but to part her legs if she wished to remain standing.� Her hips swelled wider and wider, until she had a figure that would make a violin look fat-waisted, now fully twice as broad across as she had been a few minutes ago.� Maela's bottom ballooned with fat, bulging out behind her until she might have used it as a shelf, were it not so very soft and jigglesome.� Shoggoth reached lower and fondled Maela's blossoming behind as it grew, her green fingers sinking deep into its plush expanse of tender flesh, as if she wanted to be sure that she was filled to perfection, carefully controlling how where all that she was forcing into Maela went, so that her ass, though now absolutely huge, was tantalizingly round, though still so soft that the slightest touch would set it helplessly aquiver.

����������� Their lips remained sealed desperately together, as if this closeness were something that both the steward and the slime girl had longed for all their lives.� They held each other, pulling, tugging, squeezing, each drunk on the pleasures of the others body.� With a moist pop, Maela's breasts finally burst free from between Shoggoth's, having been enlarged to the point where there was simply not enough room in even the slime girl's capacious bosom to contain Maela's now-sumptuous endowments.� As the two girls came together again, Odessa could see that Shoggoth was still the larger, but at the rate she was pouring herself into Maela's quivering body, it was clear that she would soon be overtaken.� It took the pair a moment to close the distance between each other now that they were both so very full in front, and for the few seconds their lips were apart, Odessa could see a thick ribbon of slime still flowing from Shoggoth's mouth and into Maela's who, as opulent as her figure had become, still gulped it down thirstfully.� They met once more, their swollen breasts bulging out at their sides as they pressed them so tightly between their bodies, squeezed as if in a vise until they brushed their necks.� Maela's breasts sat a little higher now, resting on Shoggoth's seductively round belly, while behind her, her ass continued to swell ever larger.� Odessa knew that Shoggoth had promised to be gentle, but from the way that fat gushed relentlessly into Maela's quaking ass it certainly didn't appear that she was holding back in the slightest.�

����������� Maela's breasts now spread out more than a foot and a half to either side of her body, larger at last than Shoggoth's own, and Odessa's mind reeled at the thought of how many countless gallons she must have flooded into the poor girl's bosom to have reached this point.� Maela's waist, though not an inch smaller than before the two of them began, now looked so trim in comparison that it seemed impossible to think of her as chubby.� True, she still had a couple small rolls just above where her hips bloomed out so winsomely broad and full, but with her rear now looming out more than a foot behind her, that only seemed to make her look all the more voluptuous, as if she groaned with pent-up fertility, her body swollen to the utmost heaviness and just awaiting the smallest thing to release that latent power and render her into the very incarnation of womanliness.

����������� Reluctantly, as if she could barely force herself away, Shoggoth pulled free, though her tongue, suggestively long, took another moment or two to retreat from Maela's mouth and return to her own.� All three women stared at Maela's body, and Maela herself seemed lost in a haze of long-desired pleasure as she caressed and hefted and stroked her enchantingly swollen figure.� For all of Shoggoth's forcefulness, it was obvious that her care and gentleness had borne the desired effect, for Maela was flawless in her beauty.� Her breasts, though so replete that they hung beyond waist, were perfectly well-shaped, invitingly round underneath, and temptingly convex in the vast, creamy expanse between her shoulders and her nipples.� Her areolae were pink and rosy, and just a little wider than Maela's hands with fingers outstretched, something she demonstrated as she cupped them blissfully, her arms barely long enough to reach.� Her nipples too, were plumped up to unnatural, but not outlandish lushness, protruding just a little lower than straight in front of her, as if granting the force of gravity only the smallest of concessions.� Hanging free now, they still were the better part of two feet wider than her body.� For all that she had been filled with, her breasts distended from modesty to such mammoth proportions; her skin was smooth and unblemished, glistening with the sweat of her desire and a thin coating of opalescent slime.�

����������� Below her trim waist, her figure portended similar delights, her legs, from her ankles up filled to alluring sensuality, so sleek and fat now that even with her feet spread as wide as her shoulders, her thighs still pressed together tightly for want of room.� Her hips were nearly as broad as her bosom, so that even as Maela took a few tentative steps, they swayed as if possessed of a will of their own.� Her ass was spectacularly overfilled, and Odessa was amazed that Maela could have taken so much without pain, let alone still being able to stand, her obvious counterweights in front notwithstanding.� Even the slightest movement set Maela's massive rear wobbling tantalizingly, and when she turned just a little too quickly, there was a loud smack as her overfilled cheeks slapped together; sparking a new round of jiggling that seemed only to fuel her thirst for more.

����������� �Well now, Maela, you've got your wish and some to spare,� Shoggoth said, patting Maela's swollen bosom approvingly, �Even if you weren't so bewitchingly full above and below that no one would dare to think you were a bit thick around the middle, that little belly of yours is so soundly concealed behind a bosom so sublimely luscious that anyone you admit to it could scarcely reach your secret without being utterly smitten by your more prominent charms.�

����������� �Oh, Shuggy, this just feels so- so amazing; I almost fear all this is all but a dream,� Maela breathed, her hands still vigorously exploring her bountiful new figure, �I know that no one shall ever look right past me again, now that you have made me so fair and full of flesh.� And yet, if you are willing and my queen does not object, I might ask you still for more.�

����������� �But Maela, you are already so awfully full,� Shoggoth answered, taken aback at the girl's insatiable desire, �No other woman in the city boasts a figure like unto yours; is this not enough to satisfy you?�

����������� �I know- I know I should be more than content,� Maela agreed, still touching herself longingly, �But getting bigger just feels so wonderful, your body all slippery and wet against my skin, feeling myself just getting larger and larger as you just stuff me until I feel as if my poor breasts are liable to burst.� All I can think of is how much more I want, how I yearn to feel you cramming me to ever greater excess, to feel my breasts straining until they pin me in place, my hips so wide-spreading I can barely move, my swollen bottom glutted until the very thought of sitting upon it sends a jolt of fright coursing through me, as if my entire body trembles on the brink of calamity.� Please, I beg you, give me yet a little more; I know I can take it.�

����������� �Very well,� Shoggoth agreed, seeing how Maela ached for more, �I shall have to tread lightly indeed, but perhaps I can lade you with a little more.� After all, this morning you filled me beyond anything I have known in a long age; it is only fitting that I repay your kindness until you groan with excess.�

����������� �Oh, fill me with every last drop I can hold,� Maela breathed, throwing herself at Shoggoth with abandon, her entire body jiggling uncontrollably as she did so, �Please do.� Gorge me with all that I can endure; I want to feel you flooding into me until I'm so huge I can only lay there helplessly while you take me, until my breasts are swollen to such awful tightness that I feel as if the lightest touch might be too much for me to bear.� Stretch me with enough of yourself to fill ten guardswomen to bursting, until my hips swell so deliciously wide that I cannot leave this room, until my ass is so glutted that when I sit it will bulge out so terribly that it looks liable to envelop my body, so that I shall have to be careful lest I poke its lushness with my elbows.� Do not be gentle with me if roughness is what my wish requires; let my skin be drawn even paler than Sprigga's, whom you saddled with such magnificent repletion.� Fill me until even as I stand, my nipples, bloated beyond all nature, skim the floor.� Fill me with all you have to give, and then go down to the larder and eat until you can give me double that again, I beg you.�

����������� �Well now, we are in no hurry, after all,� Shoggoth said, her breath cool against Maela's cheek, �And I am so very fond of you, I do not think I could ever force myself to leave you in any kind of discomfort, and what you ask for would surely bring you more soreness than you may presently imagine.� For now, let me give you what I think you can bear, and if tomorrow you wish me to continue and the queen permits it, I shall be happy to add another hundred pounds or two to your figure.�

����������� And with that, Shoggoth seized Maela tightly, her green fingers splayed out across the expanse of Maela's colossal ass, and kissed her with passion.� A few moments longer and Shoggoth finally pumped enough of herself into Maela that it was her turn to find her breasts, though still very ample indeed, squashed within the depths of the expanding young scribe's bathykolpian cleavage.� Maela's blooming melons quivered as Shoggoth slipped between them, and Odessa fancied for a moment that she could indeed hear her steward's skin stretching as she was loaded with such breathtaking amounts of jigglesome flesh.� From behind, her thighs, fat and sleek as they were, were wholly in the shadow of Maela's stunningly swollen rear.� Though nearly as large behind as she was in the bust, her bottom, which had to be stuffed with nearly as much fat as her breasts, seemed to be carrying its burden much more easily, still almost unnaturally round and shapely, and it looked for all the world as if Shoggoth might well double its size before such treatment caused Maela the slightest distress.� But Shoggoth knew her art well, and so Maela's enlargement continued steady and smooth, her breasts hanging nearly halfway down her thighs before Shoggoth once more broke their union.

����������� �There we are, my little Maela,� Shoggoth said, now much more slender but still stunningly full-figured by mortal standards, as she lovingly petted one of Maela's sorely-bloated breasts, �I think that is just about the limit if what you can endure for the present, though you do carry it so tantalizingly well, if I were not so very fond of you I might fill you with double that just to teach you a lesson.�

����������� �Oh, Shuggy, I feel so- so sensual,� Maela sighed, delightedly groping and squeezing at her over-saturated figure, eager to explore so much sensitive new territory, before asking hopefully, �I don't suppose you could make me any bigger today then?� I think this may be quite habit-forming for me.�

����������� �Maela, you truly shall not be satisfied until the very walls of this castle can barely contain you,� Shoggoth laughed, �But no, I cannot fill you any more today, at least in those places that I have made you so very full already.� If you were content for me to focus my talents elsewhere, perhaps about your middle, I could make you quite large indeed before I had to stop.�

����������� �But this is the first time in years that my belly hasn't been the biggest thing about me,� Maela pleaded, clasping her hands against her tummy protectively, as if Shoggoth was just going to grab her and blow her up like a balloon with so much as asking first.

����������� �Well now, you know it wouldn't have to be forever,� Shoggoth explained, �For a while after I fill someone, I can draw most of my substance back out of them quite harmlessly, so if you found yourself unhappy with a belly round and fertile enough to match your other captivating charms, I could restore you to your present state ever so easily, so long as we did not wait more than a few hours to do so.� Besides, while my kind do not experience pleasure in quite the same manner as you, I am told a woman usually finds the weight and pressure increasing against her more sensitive parts most satisfying, the sensation only becoming more intense as her inmost depths fatten and swell, growing tighter and tighter, the petals of her womanhood growing more and more stimulated as they stretch with overfullness, the sheath of her femininity pressing in against its own walls as they are laden with more and more and more.� I myself have made more than a few of your kind faint clear away, after making them so exquisitely drunk with delight that they did not awake for several hours after.� Though I must admit, there are some who slept so soundly and so long that by the time they awoke it was far too late for me to reduce them to their former selves, but happily enough, most, upon awakening, did not mourn being burdened with such opulence, but rather begged me to fatten them still more, so even if you are utterly overwhelmed, you may yet find it agreeable in the end.�

����������� �Okay, okay, you've convinced me,� Maela agreed, looking for all the world as if she was struggling to contain about twice as much lust as her body was really meant to endure, �As long as you can make me like this again afterwards, come here, make me fat and make me love it.�

����������� �Mmm, here then, keep standing,� Shoggoth told her, �I'm told that if you keep to your feet the sensation is ever so much more intense.�

����������� And without waiting for any further invitation, she once more pressed her lips to Maela's and began pumping the sublimely swollen girl up with even more.� Her belly was the perfect target, considerably larger and softer by nature than either her bust or her bottom had been before Shoggoth's gainful ministrations, with plenty of room to grow.� Shoggoth had a good sense now of just how much force Maela could endure, and seemed determined to put this knowledge to use in giving her buxom steward a ride that would leave her gasping with ecstasy.� Even with her belly hidden beneath the immensity of her breasts, the rate at which they were pushed further and further away from her body left little doubt that Maela was gaining weight very swiftly indeed, as if her muffled moans of pleasure and the way her spectacular figure quivered with ill-contained bliss left any room for doubt.� Even watching Maela's expansion from the side, Odessa didn't actually glimpse her belly until she was so round and heavy that she would have put many a woman nine months pregnant to shame.� As the queen watched, Maela's belly only grew more massive, while Shoggoth slimmed down at an almost miraculous pace, every inch she lost going right into Maela's invitingly fertile middle.�

����������� Both of them looked absolutely drunk with lust as Maela's belly swelled up like a balloon, now enlarged to the point that even her mammoth breasts were being forced apart by its growing bulk.� Maela and Shoggoth alike seemed unable to keep their hands from its taut skin, both girls grabbing and rubbing at it ardently, as Maela grew ever more engorged by the second.� Even at such massive proportions as she had now attained, Maela's belly remained enticingly round, all those countless gallons flowing into her not for a moment making her look fat, but rather into an ever more delectable icon of fertility.� It billowed outwards as if desperate to exceed even her hips in sensuousness, and as its lush and lowest curve swelled further even than Maela's fat-glutted breasts.� Her legs grew weak beneath the ponderous weight of her body and the wracking pleasure that surged within her like a stormy sea.� Shoggoth held her close, reluctant to make an end while Maela still had room enough to hold even a single drop more.� Still, as Maela's belly grew large enough that it began to spread her breasts apart from beneath and her eyes rolled back into her head, Shoggoth knew it would be unkind to load the poor girl with more when she was so completely paralyzed with pleasure, all her inmost and womanly parts swollen to several times their normal size, so alarmingly overfilled that even Odessa could hear Maela's moist depths fairly creaking with lusciousness.� But at last, Shoggoth stopped only when she realized that she had poured so much of herself into Maela that she would indeed have to retreat to the kitchens and stuff herself for a while if she truly meant to fill Maela's ample belly until it could hold no more.� For the moment she was still quite generously full figured, but Shoggoth did not relish the thought of passing another night reduced to such unpleasant thinness, and Maela seemed enticingly far from being filled to even the faintest flickerings of discomfort.

����������� �Maela, can you hear me?� Shoggoth asked as she pulled away, gently lowering Maela's yielding form to the floor, her overstuffed ass bulging sorely from the burden it was now obliged to support, �Are you alright?� I did not drive you entirely from your senses, did I?�

����������� �Mmm, oh, you drove me there so many times I lost count,� Maela murmured dreamily, still playing fondly with her belly, �Parts of me I didn't even know I had are still tingling.�

����������� �Ah, so I was not mistaken,� Shoggoth smiled as she stroked the expanse of smooth, yielding flesh revealed between Maela's massive breasts, �It is not everything I promised and more?�

����������� �Oh, so much more,� Maela dreamily agreed, idly hoping that the slime girl might direct her fingers a little lower, �I feel like if I had to endure any more pleasure like this I'd explode, and yet I can't help but wish for you to fill me even beyond this.�

����������� �So then, shall I leave you like this then?� Shoggoth asked, caressing Maela closer and closer to the lowest underside of Maela's sumptuous belly, �Shall we have another go at this tomorrow and I will leave you weighed down with yet more pleasure than you are now?�

����������� �Oh, you make it so very tempting,� Maela allowed, �But all my life I have been so fat in front, and I am not ready to surrender being all lush and curvy in exchange for the delights of a full belly, though I think you may be able to talk me into opening up myself to such things in the future.�

����������� �As you wish then,� Shoggoth said willingly, already leaning in for the kiss, �Here, let me draw it back into myself before it cannot be undone, and you are burdened with such lushness whether you wish it or no.�

����������� �Well, ah, in truth, I had hoped you would not reclaim it from me wholly,� Maela admitted, pulling away as well as her ponderous figure allowed, �Could you instead, you know, just move it around a bit, take all that wonderful softness in my belly and force it into my bust and my bottom?�

����������� �Why Maela, how insatiable how are,� Shoggoth said, with surprise and more than a little admiration, �but look, your belly is so indulgently swollen that it nearly pins you to the floor; do you truly wish for all that to be crammed into your more pliant regions, which are already so distended I shudder to think of the effect that such a flood might have upon them?�

����������� �Oh, Shuggy, where you shudder with alarm, I do so with the eagerest expectancy,� Maela answered, �Please, do not take back what you have given me but allow me what I ask.� I am sure that I can take it; I'll not complain even if being enlarged to even greater breadth pains my breasts until they I feel like they are fit to burst!� And as for down below, though I confess I still feel as if I am balancing upon a mountain of jelly, I am quite sure I yet possess capacity which you have not yet taken the fullest advantage of.�

����������� �Very well,� Shoggoth said, �Though if this leaves your bosom so forswollen that that lovely bosom of yours is marred by stretchmarks, I shall feel no pity for you; though I shall surely enjoy exploring them all the more, even so.�

����������� And with her finger she poked Maela's deep and self-indulgent navel, and instantly the change began.� Much faster than it had been filled, Maela's belly began to shrink; indeed rather than looking as if it was being drained of jelly, it flowed from her sizable middle like rushing water.� A moment later though, Maela winced as her breasts and behind were suddenly forced to hold every last ounce Shoggoth had released from her brimming belly, and they were already so completely overladen that this� great flood threatened to fill Maela with far more than her overladen form could bear.� Maela's enormous ass billowed with fat, billowing wider and wider as it struggled to contain the relentless surge which Maela had so recklessly desired.� Even as her swollen rear blossomed to her either side, still it grew rounder all the while, steadily lifting Maela higher and higher, until it threatened to lift her very feet from the floor, so voluptuously immense that pressed them further and further out in front of her, until she was left with only her toes touching the floor, struggling to keep her balanced atop her bewitchingly jigglesome seat.� As if in answer to her ass fast approaching its limits, Maela's thighs plumped up spectacularly, each already thicker than her waist had been before all this, and submitting to the sudden torrent of fat gushing into them quickly doubled their girth.� Maela had to spread them as far apart as she possibly could just to give them room, and as her calves soon followed their lead, fattening to indescribable lushness, Maela began to look as if she would soon be unable to bend her legs at all.� Her divinely juicy ass filled all the space beneath her now, pushing her legs further out in front of her until she would have to rock herself forward if she wanted to rise to her feet.� Even standing up her ass would have been fully as wide as she was tall, but sitting down like this it was every inch of two feet wider, projecting out so prodigiously far behind her narrowing waist that it could very nearly serve as a bed, if any of the girl in the guard fancied sleeping arrangements boundlessly softer and more welcoming than what they were accustomed to.

����������� As Maela moaned with pleasure, her entire body throbbing with a mix of intolerable ecstasy and sensuous excess, her ass at last strained against its limits and her bosom was compelled to suffer its turn.� Though already alarmingly full, her breasts ballooned as if an entire river had been set loose within them, quaking helplessly as Shoggoth looked on in shock and Odessa watched with the keenest of interest.� In seconds they overflowed Maela's lap, pushing further and further beyond her knees, their pale flesh creaking desperately as they, already distended well beyond safety, were filled with much more violence than before.� Her areolae bulged out from her breasts as if drawn to the very limit, each one now drawn out wider than a serving platter, her nipples fattening obscenely as her burgeoning breasts carried them ever closer to the rough stone floor.� Maela tried to lean back so what she wouldn't topple over from their backbreaking weight, but her seat was far too soft to give her much leverage, and her massive melons sloshed with fullness as she fought vainly to tug them back.� Maela screamed as the climax hit her, her breasts, in one last, desperate burst of growth, swelling out fully another six inches to either side of her body, their skin stretching and stretching until she was sure they were going to burst; there was simply no way a woman of her modest endowments could hope to contain such excess.� All the same, it all felt so fantastic that her rapture only grew, her breath coming in heaving, ragged gasps as Maela reveled in what was surely to be the end of her.

����������� And then it was over.� Maela found herself seated in the midst of more than enough ass to fill a hay wagon, her skin drenched with sweat, her legs buried beneath a pair of breasts almost as immense as those of the girl in the barracks, though on Maela's smaller figure, they seemed much, much larger.

����������� �Oh, Shuggy,� Maela breathed, �remind me not to argue with you next time; I feel like I'm about to pop.�

����������� �Well, I've done this enough times I've goodly sense of what a girl can handle,� the slime girl reassured her, �But if it pains you to bear so very much, I can still take some of it back if you like.�

����������� �No, no, this is even better than I dreamed it would be,� Maela sighed, stroking her breasts with evident delight, though with the utmost tenderness, just to be safe, �They just feel so full now, like they're heavier than they ought to be.�

����������� �Oh, Maela, you're leaking,� Shoggoth exclaimed, �I'm so sorry, I must have pumped your bosom so full that you've started to give milk.�

����������� �Is that why they feel so wonderfully warm?� Maela asked, trying to get into position to see for herself, though she could feel the hot wetness of milk against her skin, and hear the fat, heavy drops spattering as they struck the floor in front of her.

����������� �I didn't even think about this happening,� Shoggoth explained, seeming strangely distressed by Maela's condition, �It's so very rare for a woman to come into her milk simply because she has been filled with slime, yet perhaps because your breasts were fattened with such awful forcefulness they have been spurred to growing heavy with it.� Here Maela, kiss me again and I shall draw enough back into myself that you'll not need to play the wet-nurse.�

����������� �Well, now,� Maela said, pulling away from the offered kiss with a mischievous glint in her eye, �I think I might kind of enjoy being all milky and huge.� I mean, at least I would if I knew someone who might have the time to drain my big, swollen tits of every last drop whenever they got so awfully full they felt ready to explode.� Do you know anyone who might be willing to help me?�

����������� �Ah, well, since our queen seems to want me to be very well fed indeed,� Shoggoth said playfully, �I imagine she might be happy if I were to give the chefs a reprieve and fatten myself up with your milk.� And the milk of a slime-fed girl is so very rich of course, and once a woman is brought to giving milk in such a fashion, her bosom oft produces it in such prodigious quantities that only one such as I could possibly drain her breasts enough to give her even a moment's comfort.�

����������� �I think I might rather get used to being a cow if you're to be my milkmaid,� Maela smiled, �So it would not trouble you to swallow every last drop that these mammoth udders of mine might fill you with?�

����������� �Oh, but I should relish the chance to wake you each morning,� Shoggoth assured her, �Coming to your bedchamber and finding you there, breasts so terribly bloated with milk that you cried out at the lightest touch, rich cream spurting from your peaks whenever one of them was squeezed even in the slightest.� It would please me greatly to feel your rimpled flesh grow firm between my lips, the hot wellspring of sweetness gushing into me as I sucked at them.� Yes, I should be willing indeed to suckle at from your breasts, though gallon upon gallon of your richness flowed past my lips, fattening me until I was more full of figure than all the chefs in the city could make me, filling me up until at last I had drained you of every drop, and I should need to fill a hundred women to their utmost limits before I could even fit through a doorway without unduly compressing myself again.�

����������� �Oh-oh, well then,� Maela breathed, looking very much overcome by this proposition, �Why not leave me like this, then?� And you shall visit me tomorrow at dawn then to help me with- with these?�

����������� �It will be my pleasure indeed,� Shoggoth grinned, touching Maela's quivering bosom in a way that nearly made the poor girl faint, �Now why don't you go and get some rest?� You may not have noticed yet, but when I was returning your belly to its accustomed dimensions, I took the liberty of leaving your more intimate regions so tantalizingly swollen that you shall likely find your pleasure from now on deliciously amplified.� Perhaps you might pay a visit to the young women in the barracks; one or two of them might be amenable to helping you take stock of your new figure.� Though you had best not tarry too long, in a few hours you shall likely find your bosom too swollen with milk for you to move without considerable discomfort, so if you take relief in the bed of another, be sure it is one in which you shall not mind me discovering you come morning.�

����������� �And Maela,� Odessa added, smirking more than a little, �If you still find yourself able to walk after that, you might stop by the castle seamstress and request a robe better suited to your new endowments; it would scarcely do for diplomats and princes from afar to visit here and find my chief steward, in all her voluptuous glory, standing at her post without a stitch of cloth to cover up all those acres of tender womanly flesh.�

����������� �Yes, my queen, I shall do ask you command,� Maela said, struggling to her feet.� Her breasts now hung all the way to her knees, while her bottom was so overstuffed that from behind her thighs were hidden in equal measure, �After, if you please, I pay a visit to the barracks.�

����������� And with that, Maela traipsed deliciously from the throne room, her massive bosom swaying this way and that at the slightest provocation, her fulsome hips rolling seductively with each ponderous step, and every inch of her wobbling helplessly with barely-contained lushness.� And Maela relished every moment.� Though in her heart, she was still as modest as ever, now that she was so spectacularly full of flesh that it was impossible for her to slip away unnoticed; and she was going to show off every last inch that she had gained and pass up no chance to display how suggestively jiggly she had become, even if her breasts were so terribly overfilled that they ached with every wobbling step she took, and even if her thighs were so immensely fat now that she could already tell that if she didn't keep her walking to a minimum they were going to chafe most distractingly.� But such was the price of beauty, Maela decided, and as she passed through the door, muffled cries of surprise coming from the hall as she entered it, all she could think about was how good it felt to be this big, and how she might convince her dear Shuggy to give her even more, no matter how sore and nearly-immobile it left her, and besides, a little more slime spread across those close-rubbing thighs of hers might make walking far more agreeable.

����������� �Well, my servant, you have indeed done well today,� Odessa said; rare praise from one so guarded as she, �I know my servitude galls you, but tell me honestly, if all your days were like this one, would that truly be so terrible?�

����������� �In truth, my mistress,� Shoggoth confessed, casting a backwards glance at the door Maela had so recently squeezed her sumptuous charms through, �though I should still prize my freedom above all the riches of your court, I must admit, even in bondage there is still some sweetness to be teased from one's chains.�

����������� �Good, it pleases me to know that you are not wholly miserable in my service,� Odessa said, with something that might almost be taken for concern, �If you serve me well, you shall do so very much for my land and its people, and I would not see you forever deprived of the fruits of your work.�

����������� �Will that be all, my mistress?� the slime girl asked, �Shall I report to Maela's chamber in the morning to relieve her from the burdens this night shall surely lade upon her,� and to slake my own thirsts, of course?�

����������� �Yes,� Odessa said, hesitating as if she didn't know exactly how to proceed, �But first, I have one last task I would press you to.� Come, follow me to my bedchamber.�

����������� �Indeed, and what other service might my mistress require of me?� Shoggoth asked innocently, following along though she was all but certain of the answer.

����������� �I-I cannot help but notice how each woman you work your magic upon seems to find the process satisfying in the extreme,� Odessa said, closing the door behind them as she eyed Shoggoth lustfully, the slickness of her green body, the way that even after rendering so many women almost defenselessly voluptuous, she herself remained considerably more generously endowed than when she had first been released the day before.� Even standing still, her body seemed to strain under its own overabundance, her full, juicy breasts, subtly throbbing from their lush burden, forever primed and ready to grow bigger.

����������� �It is just as you have said,� the slime girl answered with a nod, �Even the roughest and most careless of my efforts can bring a woman bliss undreamt of, and when I ply my talents with a jot more care, as you saw so very well with sweet Maela, I can very nearly drive a woman mad with ecstasy.�

����������� �Hmm, yes,� Odessa murmured, imagining herself in Maela's place, her breasts engorged with slime until they were so fat she could barely stand, her ass so bewitchingly replete that it would spill right over the wide-set arms of her throne.� Odessa dreamed of her belly, ballooning larger and larger as the slime girl filled her, all that weight, all that soft but irresistible fullness building around the temple of her femininity, growing tighter, and tighter, and tighter, �Oh, my servant, you told Maela that if you did not dally, you could draw any substance of your own given to another back into your own flesh, did you not?�

����������� �But of course, my mistress,� Shoggoth breathed, her breasts bulging distinctly as she inhaled, �whyever do you ask?�

����������� �Well, I- I would be loath to expect the women of my realm to endure something that I myself remain a stranger to,� Odessa explained, �And well, if you are able to return me to my natural proportions afterwards, perhaps it would be best if you gave me a personal demonstration of your talents.�

����������� �Oh, my mistress, I should be ever so willing to,� Shoggoth said, as if this very notion was her heart's desire, �Shall I go to the kitchens first, that I may stuff myself with enough to make you more glorious than any dozen of you attendants?�

����������� �No- ah, I would hate to put you to the trouble of it,� Odessa asserted, looking quite flustered by the notion, �Besides, I want only the merest taste, purely that my interest might be satisfied.�

����������� �Well then, if I may presume to educate my mistress,� Shoggoth said with a saucy smile, �Perhaps your interest would be best served if you removed your gown and laid upon your bed.�

����������� �Of course, if that would make your work easier,� Odessa readily agreed, hastily pulling her gown over her shoulders and standing naked before her green servant.

����������� Though she was by no means as full-figured as her increasingly buxom retinue, and despite her lack of faith in the beauty of her bloodline, Odessa's was nonetheless a figure that many a woman in other lands might envy with good reason.� Her skin was flawless, and the platinum fairness of her hair lent her an almost ethereal glow.� Though not so curvaceous as some, her hips were those of a woman whose ancestors had borne their children easily, and her behind, though somewhat softened by life spent in sitting idly upon it, was ample as befitting the daughter of a people who once spent days at a stretch on horseback crossing untamed wilds.� Her breasts were not large, to be sure, but neither was she flat-chested, a woman whose mothers had needed to suckle hungry babes in the wilderness could not but help having a certain nascent fullness about her, and indeed it was not entirely unheard of for women of her blood to find their bosoms enlarged quite substantially indeed by motherhood, though they were fairly few, those in her realm who had been fortunate enough to raise quite a brood were often burdened with a bustline that fully equaled those lush-breasted courtesans of other lands.� And at every inch of six feet tall, Odessa was still lithe and graceful, though she rarely had chance to show it, her entire body having a strange aura of possibility about it, as if just the right touch, the slightest change, would be enough to tip her into blossoming into the very image of a goddess.

����������� �Mmm, my mistress is most comely indeed,� Shoggoth confessed as she watched Odessa climb into bed, �Tell me, if you do not wish to receive all the abundance that I might give you, may I at least fill you in a fashion more intimate than I have the others?� I did not think it fitting to take such liberties where other eyes might see, but since we are alone together- I think you may find it still more pleasant.�

����������� �Oh, but certainly,� Odessa agreed meekly, oddly untroubled at finding her usual imperious demeanor seemed to have been cast aside as easily as her gown, �What must I do?�

����������� �I fill you in a much more befitting the nature of my talents,� the slime girl answered, climbing into bed with Odessa and sitting at her feet expectantly, �Here, make my work easier and part your thighs a little.�

����������� Without a word of protest, Odessa obeyed, leaning back on her elbows, her legs spreading more than a little.� With a smile that revealed an indecently long tongue, Shoggoth raised an arm.� Her hand melted into its mass, leaving her with a thick, glistening tentacle which she thrust, ever so carefully, into the softness between Odessa's thighs.� The queen gasped as she felt it penetrate her, much cooler to the touch than a human body, so utterly frictionless that she found it impossible to guess how much was flowing into her.

����������� �There now, doesn't that feel nice?� Shoggoth asked sweetly as Odessa struggled not to cry out from the sudden burst of pleasure washing through her body, �Can you feel me inside of you, that sensation of fullness as I take all our most tender parts and just pour myself into them?� Already your lips are filled to double their natural size; the walls of your sheath grow plump and crowd in upon themselves.� Oh, but it is a delight to work on a woman so tall and fair as yourself; if I had treated Maela like this she would have been quite overcome by now.� Perhaps you can bear a little more then, yes?� There now, just let me flow into you, fuller, fuller, oh but you're becoming so very swollen down here, my mistress; I should be surprised if you're even able to walk with your loins so inflamed without being brought to your knees by your own arousal.� But then, since I shall be drawing all this all back into myself once your curiosity is satisfied, perhaps I could risk a little more.�

����������� As Shoggoth pumped her tender depths to the very brim, Odessa wanted to scream.� She wanted to demand that she stop, that this was enough, she could take no more.� And yet it felt so unlike anything she had ever known before, no man nor woman nor even the most decadent fantasies that her wealth and power afforded her had even come close to this.

����������� �Do you feel that?� the slime girl asked solicitously, �Or do you hear it?� Your soft folds are positively straining from how juicy I've made you; stretching ever so desperately to hold it all.� It is fortunate that I can change my shape to suit you, for anything more than the most delicate touch would likely have you quite paralyzed with bliss by now.� The walls of your body are stretching in upon themselves now, so very, very tight, I know not how you have even borne this much; even without me here, even the slightest movement of your full, sleek thighs would cause your inmost parts to slide against themselves maddeningly; I must admit I have known those of your kind who would ask me to flood their enemies until they were in such a state as you are now, and then simply leave them, helpless against the onslaught of bliss that wracked them with even the slightest motion.� It is a lucky thing I am so thoroughly bound to you, my mistress, and that I only seek to please you.� Now then, since you are well-primed and desperately tight that I shall have to be rather forceful in my efforts, let us see if you endure a slightly deeper application of my largesse.�

����������� �Oh, mmm,� Odessa sighed, as she felt the coolness penetrating more deeply into her body, spreading softly throughout herself even as Shoggoth pumped more of her slick substance into Odessa's quaking form.� Looking down, Odessa could see her belly beginning to bulge outwards, as if she were pregnant and ripening in seconds to the fullness which ought to have demanded months.

����������� �There we are, how nice and roomy you are within,� Shoggoth remarked, rubbing Odessa's growing belly with her free hand, �You yield so very readily to more; your body is like a vast and open canvas just craving the attentions of a gifted artist.� Oh, but it is a shame you want only a taste of what I can give; if you were willing I could fill you with double of what any other woman I have met could hold before you reached your limits.� I would have to return to your kitchens several times just to keep from spending all of myself upon you, but I could transform you into a goddess the likes of which your people have never dreamed of.� Ah, but even restraining myself, see how lush and full you are becoming, how very fertile your belly becomes as your flesh yields to my gifts.� Do you feel the pressure building within you, pressing more and more intently against your lust-gorged depths?� You cannot imagine the heights of ecstasy I can bring a woman to when I am permitted to glut her with so much that she cannot stand for the very weight of it.� I know, you can already feel your belly growing taut though you are scarcely bigger than a woman in those last, heavy days of her pregnancy, but I have other tricks.� If you wished it, I could merge with you even more deeply, allowing you to hold far more than you would ever think possible.� I could fill you to a dozen times this size, so vast that your belly would leave you bedridden, not that you would mind, I think, and though you would cry out from being so tremendously overladen, you would be very comfortable; indeed you might well beg me for more, desperate to see just how much it would take before you found yourself straining to withstand such a flood.� Just imagine having to hold court from this bedchamber, your legs splayed wide beneath a belly so immense that it rested upon the floor; would it not be wonderful, my mistress, to spend all day giving edicts and receiving supplicants, knowing that all the while the slightest shift in balance, the gentlest pressure upon your sumptuous belly would leave them in shock as you moaned and sighed and rocked, the vast sea contained within you lapping at the beaches of your delight?�

����������� And at that moment Odessa was grateful indeed that Shoggoth had spent so much of herself filling her courtiers already, because as her breath came in ragged gasps, she found herself wishing for more and more, first in the hidden recesses of her mind and then more and more irresistibly in her thoughts, wishing that the slime girl was glutted to the brim and about to pump every spare drop of herself into her mistress.� Odessa imagined forcing visiting nobility to kneel and kiss her forswollen belly before they could speak, the expressions of unease on their faces as the resulting waves of pleasure rippled through her opulent body.� Oh, but it would be so easy to give in, to let herself be filled to abject immensity, so prodigious that even the largest of her guards would pale in comparison to her magnificence, though that would not prevent her from asking certain of them to keep her company at night, nor hinder her from commanding Shoggoth to fill a certain few up to dimensions that might render them more suitable playmates for their amply-favored queen.� Her thoughts were pushed aside as Shoggoth once again spoke to her.

����������� ��But how thoughtless of me,� Shoggoth confessed, �Here I have made you as high-bellied as a green mother and I have been remiss in granting you an equally queenly bosom.� Here, permit me to make amends.�

����������� Odessa could only lay there, utterly at the mercy of the overwhelming bliss saturating her entire body.� She struggled for breath as she came and came again.� Odessa knew this was already more than she had wanted, and if Shoggoth's onslaught of expansion had left her more than a few seconds at a time before the next climax exploded inside her like a thunderbolt, she might have been able to say something, to beg for a reprieve, but she remained quite helpless, a hostage to her own delectation.� She felt the cool fullness of Shoggoth's touch probing deeper into her body, and a moment later she noticed her breasts were beginning to grow.� Her belly had already been so round that her small breasts rested lightly atop it, but as her bosom began to swell; its presence became more of an obstacle to her growing mounds.� For the nonce, at least, it still served as a shelf to support them, giving Odessa an excellent view of her once-modest breasts as they fattened like melons on a vine.� Unlike her belly, being filled so swiftly seemed not to be making her breasts firmer in the slightest; if anything as they rose closer and closer to Odessa's neck, they were only becoming more jigglesome, each rapturous spasm that rocked her body making them wobble all the more enticingly.� As they swelled out wider than her chest and ever nearer to her face, Odessa could feel her hot, ragged breath against their delicate skin, and in response her nipples grew almost painfully rigid, their rimpled flesh tightening so quickly that Odessa could almost hear them fattening.

����������� �Isn't this better, my mistress?� Shoggoth asked solicitously, knowing full well that Odessa was in no condition to answer, �Does it not please you to have a bust worthy of a woman of strength and power?� I see you can scarcely look away from it; I have witnessed such thing a thousand times at least.� The sensation of the weight upon your chest growing and growing must arouse you to no end; to feel such a burden of lush, yielding flesh pressing more heavily against your body with each passing moment.� Oh, but you are sustaining it so very well; I could so very easily just pump myself into you until I was as thin as a rail, but I shall try to restrain myself, no matter how tempting you make it to just surrender all control.� How lush and fat your breasts are growing, and you carry them so very well; surely you were born to rejoice in a figure like this.� Do not tell me you are not tantalized by the thought of simply falling back upon your bed and just sucking upon those throbbing teats of yours until you faint from sheer exhaustion.� But I forget my place, you are a queen, and are accustomed to having others do your bidding.� Imagine then two of your courtiers kneeling before you, Maela and Sprigga, I think, should be most willing to please, their massive breasts jammed alluringly close as they fought for room, your fertile belly supported by their soft bosoms, each sucking eagerly at your breasts, your every murmur of satisfaction pleasing them to no end.� If you did but give the word, I could make you more spectacular than either of them, your own swollen breasts weighing down upon theirs so heavily that Sprigga's would creak from the pressure and Maela's would weep milk from their plump, rosy nipples.� But yours would be ever so much larger, that each girl would strain to draw your swollen peaks beyond her lips, sucking and sucking until all three of you were half-dead with blissful exhaustion.�

����������� Odessa found herself hypnotized by Shoggoth's words, each idea the slime girl planted in her head as sweet as honey and as hard to lay aside.� The only thing that pulled her from her reverie was that her breasts, each now considerably larger than her head, had at last become too large for their precarious rest and slipped off to either side of her belly.� With a wet slap, they smacked against its bulging sides, and for the first time Odessa realized just how heavy they were becoming, their weight tugging at her skin so much that they felt as thick as lead, but still Shoggoth filled her, Odessa's breasts growing more and more bloated, inflating out to her sides wider and wider as they inched, agonizingly slowly, nearer to the bed.

����������� �But of course, a queen need not settle for anything less than perfection,� Shoggoth offered helpfully, �Why should you be content to simply let yourself be sucked until you shuddered in release?� I could be nearby, perhaps pressed close behind you, my own overladen breasts squeezing against your back, filling you with more just as I am now.� Imagine how it would feel having me inside you, lading you with more and more as Maela and Sprigga fought to exceed one another in the pleasure they gave you.� The longer they lasted the more engorged your breasts would become, the burden upon their own bosoms increasing as I filled you to ever greater magnificence.� Sprigga is already so desperately replete, the poor girl, that before long her breasts would creak as if they were about to burst, while Maela, especially if held off milking her for a few days before, would be so distended with milk that cream would gush from her breasts like a pair of geysers, so hot and slippery and wet that it would be a wonder if any of you could remain standing for very long.�

����������� �Oh, please,� Odessa finally gasped as the lowest curve of her breasts at last hung low enough for the bed to lend them some support, �You've got to stop, I beg you.�

����������� �But why, my mistress?� Shoggoth asked innocently, �Have I caused you pain in any way?�

����������� �No, but I cannot bear so much pleasure at once,� Odessa gasped, �And if I do not stop now, I think I am sure to send you down to the kitchen until you are so huge that you can do all the things that you have spoken of to me.�

����������� �As you wish,� Shoggoth answered, drawing her arm free from Odessa's body with visible reluctance, �But tell me, does this not please you?�

����������� Odessa struggled for a moment to sit up before realizing that she was at least a couple hundred pounds too heavy to sit up from this position without help.� Finally letting her arms go limp, she fell against the bed, sighing with relief now that her ponderous bust was supported by the mattress beneath her.� As she explored her splendidly womanly body, every inch she touched tingled with barely-contained delight, to the point that she felt that if she just chose any random part of her body and rubbed it for a few seconds she would surely dissolve into euphoria once more, and this time lack even the control to tell Shoggoth not to fill her to the very zenith of what she could endure.

����������� �It does please me, so very, very much,� Odessa admitted, still fighting for air, her bosom weighing so upon her chest that each breath was dearly won, �But that is an indulgence I cannot afford.� It does not befit a queen to tremble on the edge of paradise so that the slightest touch might rob her of her senses.� And while it is a fine thing that the women of my land be voluptuous beyond measure, I must meet with those from foreign lands as a master of my own domain.� I am sorry, my servant, you have pleased me greatly, but I must ask that you restore me to my former shape.�

����������� �Everywhere, my mistress?� Shoggoth asked, �I could reduce you back you your accustomed size and yet leave your delightfully overfilled within, if you like.� You could still be the vision of regal strength that your people need, and yet your satisfaction, when you desired it, could be tenfold what you are accustomed to expect.�

����������� �No, take it all back, every drop of it,� Odessa commanded, struggling not to waver in her resolve, �I cannot not be compromised by my own lusts.�

����������� �As you wish, my mistress,� Shoggoth allowed, �Should you ever find your curiosity in need of satisfaction again though, I wait ever ready in your service.�

����������� She slipped her hand back between Odessa's thighs once more, and in an instant Odessa felt the singularly odd sensation of deflating.� As she watched, her breasts shrank from quivering boulders to merely huge, so that soon they were not even wider than her shoulders.� Her belly lost its lush overfullness too, swiftly going from impossibly vast to round and womanly, Shoggoth giving a little shiver of pleasure as she herself plumped back up just as quickly, her green curves billowing out invitingly as her body reabsorbed the mass she had lent to Odessa.

����������� �I'll never understand how a woman could ever want to be smaller,� Shoggoth sighed, her breasts ballooning to the point where they hid her welcoming lap, while behind she was growing very well-filled indeed, �It just feels so wonderful to feel myself getting bigger.� It's just so perfect like this, even better than stuffing myself to put on weight, just feeling it flow into me, the thrill of my bosom growing full and heavy, my hips blossoming like a flower; it never wears old for me.� Oh, if I were in your place, mistress, I do not think I should be content until I had been pumped up to such sublime repletion that even the stones of this castle would groan beneath my weight.�

����������� And then, just like that, Odessa found that she had been reduced to her usual state, her stomach still smooth, her breasts none the worse for having been each been glutted with more than a hundred pounds of quiversome flesh.� Her fingers slipped between legs, her skin still slippery from the slime girl's touch.� Though she thrilled at her own touch, her soft core still inflamed with readiness, the delicate folds of her femininity were just as they had been before, now gently plumped up with desire, but not unusually so.

����������� �Oh, I feel as if I could sleep for a week,� Odessa sighed, perfectly content to lie in her bed, her body glistening wetly in the day's fading light, �What a happy state of exhaustion you have left me in.�

����������� �Shall I stay with you tonight then, my mistress?� Shoggoth asked.

����������� �It is a tempting offer, but I think if you remain here I shall not be getting any rest at all,� Odessa breathed, �But you have served me well indeed today, so for the night I release you from any further duties.� Perhaps you would care to go and get a little something for yourself from the larder; Brenna and her help should still be working at this hour.� And if you crave companionship, why don't you go pay Maela a visit?� She seems quite taken with you and I doubt she would refuse an offer to share her bed.� Besides, if what you say is true, she is going to need a great deal of attention in the morning and I expect you would rather attend to that chore yourself than have me call up a couple of maids from the dairy in town.�

����������� �Thank you, my mistress,� Shoggoth said, �I think I shall do just as you have said.� I bid you a fair night then, and if you seek me in the morning you shall likely find me keeping after to Maela's needs.�

����������� Odessa was asleep before Shoggoth had even reached the door, and she turned back and smiled at her supine queen before she stepped out into the hall.� All was going better than she had dared to hope.