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Your day starts like any other; slowly, groggily, you come awake beneath silken sheets. You try to sit up but find it hard. Like you're carrying extra weight- oh. Then, you remember. Your mistake that led to your life changing completely. Errant thoughts that he looked a little cute with a bit of fat is why you ended up like this .
Naked, wearing not even a scant bit of clothing. Your breasts are enlarged, and your nipples are hard. They rest heavily atop your bulging stomach. It hangs out past where it should, a bit warmer than the rest of your body. That's what it is when you're pregnant. But you're also curvier. Your butt is more plump, and your sides are easy to grab. Who would've thought that a life spent between someone's legs could be so fattening? Your place in bed is a bit wet, both from the juices leaking down your thigh and the milk seeping from your heavy breasts. You can't resist bringing your hand up to give them a light squeeze. You bite your lip as milk falls on the blankets.
"I said not to do that," he says," you make the sheets smell sour."
He was Sébastien. Your lord and owner. He used to be broad-shouldered. His muscles rippled beneath golden fur, with abs that were sturdy and hard to the touch. A statuesque adonis of a lion. He hasn't been that way for quite some time now.
He's wearing a velvet robe so big you could use it as a blanket. His arms are thick. Not with muscle, but squishy flab. His chest is soft, and sagging moobs that were almost bigger than yours rest heavily atop his stomach. His bulges, too, but not with the weight of a litter of kittens, but the weight of a hundred meals. He's adding his hundred-and-first to it right now. A heart breakfast consisting of a full plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, and hashbrown.
He doesn't share any of it with you. All he does is nudge you hard with your foot, reminding you of your role.
It's hard getting between his thighs. Between your pregnant belly, his fat thighs, and his sagging stomach, there's not much room for you down there. You have to really squeeze to make room, but it doesn't stop you from nestling yourself right in your favorite spot.
It stank of musk. A thick, virile scent that you've come to love. You spend so much time down here you've begun to smell like it—the stench of ball sweat and semen clings to you like a second skin.
Even after emptying them last night, his balls are fat and puffy. You put your nose against his sack. You breathe in his musk. Feel them churn and groan as cum sloshes around inside. His thick cock rests atop your face, leaking semen onto your head. You can feel it thicken and harder against you. Another kick to the side tells you he's tired of the foreplay.
You open your mouth, stretching your jaw to fit your lips around his girth. You've tasted him so many times now, but you find yourself loving it even more every time. It's succulent and salty. A bit better, but also something that tastes like meat. You move further down his shaft despite your pregnant belly getting in the way. You would've gagged if you weren't so used to having him in your throat.
It's so big. Easily twice as thick as your wrist, and it wasn't even fully hard yet. But that doesn't stop you from going all the way and kissing his sack. You hold yourself there, simply taking in the hedonistic sensation. His belly is heavy against your back. His thighs pressing against your shoulders. It's warm, dark, and dank, filled with his sweat and musk. You feel his cock stiffen, bulging your throat and leaking precum down into your belly.
It's a struggle to pull your head back up. You have to fight the weight of his massive gut, straining with your head and shoulders to get the cock out of your mouth so only the tip remains. You swear, one of these days, he's going to get so big that you won't be able to escape. Just the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine, and you nearly squirt.
You push your head down and then pull it back up, sucking with your lips, moving your tongue across him. Your motions are well practiced. How could they not be when this is what you do day after day? You know his favorite spots and have his favorite tricks, like poking your tongue under the foreskin, pushing your heavy, leaky breasts against his balls.
It gets the response you want. More delicious precum is sent down your throat before he squeezes you, gripping your entire body with his thighs. The flab is soft, but he squeezes your hard. The tiny space gets smaller and smaller. You couldn't pull away even if you wanted to. His cock twitches in your mouth, making your whole head shake as he cums.
Torrents of white-hot semen hit the back of your throat. It's so thick and viscous. You swallow it down in heavy gulps, which isn't easy when his cock takes up most of your throat. What you can't get down puffs up your cheeks, and what you can't contain leaks down your chin. There's just so much. Your womb may be full of kittens, but your belly is certainly full of your king's semen. The taste. The smell. It's so good it makes your head spin and your heart swoon.
Even after he's done cuming down your throat, you stay there. Simply breathing in his musk and licking his cock clean. Your tongue travels in long, smooth patterns. But your king is a busy man. It doesn't matter if you're not done because he is. He reaches below his belly, grabs your head with one paw, and pulls you off him. Slowly, the sound and scents of the world come back, and you are tossed aside so Sébastien can get up.
You lay there- dazed and confused, leaking from between your legs like a happy little cum balloon. The bed tilts as Sébastien gets up. The fat on his body jiggles as he stretches. You can see that soft flesh gets taut, outlining the fat beneath. Your hand goes around your belly and between your legs. Your fingers are barely thick enough to make swirling them around inside you worthwhile.
Sébastien drops his robe, showing off his fat body. Every curl and every fold is on view. His dick slaps against his thigh, still glistening with your spit. He turns his back to you. His butt is bigger than yours. Plump, fat, and juicy. He bends over, pointing it at you so he can pull up his pants. You want it so badly. You flex your fingers, rubbing your wet pussy. Sébastien ears flick when he hears you moan, and he looks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes to see you masturbating to him getting dressed.
He's wearing a detailed velvet vest with dark satin pants. Both articles about 3 sizes larger than what he wore before you came to the castle. Despite the size, it still clings to his body, barely able to fit. Sébastien's appetite is voracious, both sexually and physically. His pants don't have a crotch, leaving his cock and balls out and easy for you to reach. You massage your insides harder, your heart beating faster, your nipples leaking even more.
If he had any manners, he would've waited for you to finish, but Sébastien has never cared about your pleasure. He pulls your fingers outside of you so he can easily pick you up. He's so strong. Even with your pregnant belly, he carries you so easily. He only needs on arm, putting it underneath you, so you're sitting in his grasp. He holds you like yu're a bowling ball. 2 thick fingers in each of your holes. You rest your head against his soft moobs, knowing what's going to happen next.
He's going to walk to his office.
It's not a long walk, but it's just as hedonistic as time spent in bed. Your own hand doesn't compare. His fingers are nice and thick. They spread both your pussy and your ass as he roughly prods your insides. Even his walking, the slight way you bounce up and down as he takes step after step. He feels you clench around his fingers and intentionally holds you away so your juices don't get all over him as you cum. Still, a bit of it gets on his vest.
His grasp is rougher the rest of the way to his office.
It's not a particularly large office, but it feels like it's getting smaller. That's obviously not the case; it's just that Sébastien is getting bigger. He lumbers behind his desk, sitting down with a groan. The heavy wooden chair creaks as he puts his immense weight into it. He holds you with both hands, aiming you carefully over his cock.
He lowers you carefully onto him. Your pussy spread wide to make room for his cock. There's the 1st inch, then the next, and several more before your butt is snugly against his balls. The two of you barely fit behind his desk. His fat belly against your back, and you're pregnant tummy against the wooden edge.
You don't have to do anything, and Sébastien barely has to try. You weigh next to nothing to him. A simple buck of the hips is enough to get you bouncing in his lap. He works around you. His study is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your breasts bounce up and down, so he holds your chest with one arm lest your milk makes a mess. Sébastien signs papers reads documents, and confirms legislation. In the same way you idly tap your foot, he fucks you senseless.
He's so big. It feels so good. His girthy cock is buried deep inside you. No matter how many times it graces your walls, sliding in and out of your pussy, it fills your mind with a haze. One you can barely think through. The only word you can form is 'more. You want more of Sébastien. You want all of him.
A servant brings Sébastien lunch. A large platter with food piled high. Ham and lobster, tomatoes and pears, topped off with a fine honey glaze. He doesn't stop fucking you as he eats. He bucks his hips and swallows bite after bite—that fat stomach of his getting bigger and softer against your back.
No drink was brought for him. Every time he needs to wash down his meal, he takes hold of one of your plump breasts, lifting it up so he can wrap his soft lips around your nipples. The slight tug as he sucks down your milk is wonderful. You can't stop the moans escaping your lips.
He sticks his fingers in your mouth to stifle your moans. His cock pushes into you, throbbing inside you as he cums in you once more. A deluge of semen filling your pussy, filling what little space that isn't taken by his cock.
He doesn't stop. He continues to thrust into you the entire time. It doesn't matter if he's speaking with an advisor or lecturing a servant. You're there, getting your pussy filled with semen. He cums over and over. Even when a puddle of semen and juices pools beneath his chair, he keeps fucking you. It's only late into the night, when all his work is done, that he stops.
He puts his pen down and pried you off his cock, a waterfall of cum pouring out your rear. He stands, stretching his stiff arms and legs before casually tossing you over his shoulder. Your butt is on full display as he walks through the halls and back to his room.
The bed has been remade. Clean sheets fitted onto the large mattress, but Sébastien has every intention of making a mess again. He tosses you onto the bed so you're lying on you're back. You watch him disrobe, throwing his clothes to the floor. Are you imagining things, or does his belly seem bigger?
He climbs onto you, his massive body covering you like a cloud in the sky. You're not face to face. He doesn't respect you that much. Rather, your face is buried in his mobs as he lays his entire body on top of you. The bed boughs beneath his weight. It presses down on you, consuming your everything until Sébastien is your entire world.
You feel his weight forcing you down. His fat squishes against your entire body. His heart thumped in his chest. His musk saturates your every breath. His cock, gargantuan and hungry, presses against your pussy as Sébastien gets himself inside you once more.
The fucking in his office was casual. An indifferent act that meant nothing to him. This is pointed and determined. The sheer force with which he slams 8nto you is staggering. All the strength leverages his titanic weight. It splits you wide open, hitting your deepest depths. Hus arms are above your head, forcing you down as he thrust, forcing himself ever deeper.
You cum almost immediately. Your juices soak the sheets, but he doesn't stop. It's not your pleasure he cares about. Only the feeling of you clenching around his cock, squirming his grasp, giving your everything to him mattered. And you offer it all up. Every inch of your body and soul. You wrap your arms and legs as far around him as you can, digging your fingers into his fur. Let your incoherent babble be a prayer to your fat, hungry and horny God.
Sébastien cums inside you. A thick, potent load that makes your squirting look like a dried-up riverbed. It soaks the sheets, creating a gooey puddle beneath your butt. But that's not enough to sate him. He keeps pointing at you. Your butt is sore, and your pussy is so filled with cum that it squelches every time he goes balls deep. And he cums inside you. Again and again, you accept everything he has to offer.
When he finishes, he doesn't even get off you. His snores shake your bones, but you don't mind. You are beneath him in every sense of the word. His body is on top of you. His weight pushes you down, and his girth splits you wide open. And you're little more than stress relief for your king. Your wants and needs are barely an afterthought as long as you have a hole.
You wrap your arms around him in a one-sided hug. You may be just a hole. But you're his hole.