[Yuri, Weight Gain, Pregnancy, Stuffing]
Chaldea. The last bastion of Humanity. At least, that’s what the people that worked for the organization liked to tell themselves. But after many Servants started to populate its halls, it became harder and harder to focus on their mission. Especially with how many of them were women.
Two of those women were more captivating than the others. The first was the Roman Empress Nero. She was a special kind of individual, one that you just couldn’t say no to. And if you tried, she’d find a way to make you say yes anyway. That was the kind of privilege she held as an Empress. The second was the last Pharaoh, Cleopatra, whose presence bent any weak man in the vicinity to her will. Many of the workers in Chaldea found their way under her feet, as a result of their minds being unable to stand up to her.
But there was one man capable of taming them. And that one man had made a choice that would end up pitting the two against one another…
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“It is with endless joy that I have gathered you all today!”
Cleopatra stood upon a stage in the middle of the Chaldean Cafeteria, with plenty of the humans looking towards her as the Servants carried on with their business if they were busy.
“I, Cleopatra, have managed to enter a holy union with the Master himself!” The black-haired Pharaoh announced over the microphone that one of the common workers held up to her mouth. “He bedded me, and I am now expecting several young! Our children will be blessed by the sun, and they will be the ones to carry on his legacy, should he fall in the fight against evil itself!”
Just looking at her, it was obvious that she was pregnant. Really, she didn’t need to go through this song and dance, considering her usual outfit was struggling to keep that baby bump hidden away. Though, since she had just been knocked up, it was a little surprising for most to see that the bulge on her belly was about the size of a watermelon. She was expecting several children, that was the only possible conclusion one could make.
“As I know you are no doubt as happy with this as I am, I hope to see you all delivering plenty of gifts at my doorstep. You want the pharaoh's birth to go smoothly, do you not?” Cleopatra spoke once again, and several of the men in the audience started blushing. The chance to appease their pharaoh was right in front of them…
Of course, with that kind of crowd she couldn’t help herself from bragging a little. She was a Pharaoh after all, why shouldn’t she? “Do go as overboard as you like with these gifts! As your beloved Pharaoh, nothing is too much for me! Even your many gifts of food will do nothing to my waistline! By the time my divine children have been born, I’ll be as thin as I was when I made love to the Master!”
There were cheers from the crowd. And a couple of leery looks, as plans were being formulated inside the heads of the more perverse staff members. The idea of seeing the Pharaoh bloated up with a belly that would drag her to the ground was something that none of them could pass up. So much happiness was spreading throughout the hall, as thoughts like those proliferated...
But not everyone was equally happy with this. Especially not the blonde empress that sat in the far end of the cafeteria, who was positively fuming at this development. How could this harlot from the sands across the sea dare steal away her beloved Praetor!?
Nero was furious. She was boiling. She was outright mad! The only thing that could make it worse was if that black-haired piece of walking and talking arrogance was with him right then and there. But no, her Praetor was a clever man. He had wisely decided to stay out of this, just so that he didn’t earn the ire of the ones that loved him but hated all the other potential suitors. Like her.
She needed to have a long and hard talk with him in the near future. But for now, she needed to deal with the bloated mockery that stood up on that stage. She needed a way to knock her ego down a peg. Maybe even turn the crowd against her, so that they could defile the life within her womb…
“Hah! To see such mongrels clamoring for a woman that already has a lover. Humanity truly has fallen far since the time I ruled.”
Nero raised an eyebrow as her imperially-enhanced hearing picked up on a certain man’s voice, prompting her to get up from her seat and follow the sound. Ah, of course. Only one man was arrogant enough to stand up to a woman like her, and he was currently enjoying the pathetic sight more than anything.
Which made him the perfect candidate for a partnership, with a mutual goal in mind. “King Gilgamesh!” She shouted as she walked over, a bright grin on her face as she was already cooking up quite the scheme inside her mind. “I need your assistance, to knock that Pharaoh off her high horse!”
Gilgamesh looked to the blonde Empress, raising his own eyebrow. “And why should I help you, when your struggle to gain our Master’s affections is almost as laughable as this display?” He never held back the insults. He always spoke from the heart. And this was how he felt. Both towards her, and the woman announcing her pregnancy to anybody that might listen…
“Because you wouldn’t be helping me!” Nero pouted a little as he attacked her character, but she did what she could to focus on what was important. She would have to best him in combat another time to make him shut his mouth. “You would be working against her. You would be doing your best to wound her ego, so we can see her eventual fall! So that all realize what a harlot she really is!”
The blonde king of old slowly rubbed his chin as he looked at his fellow ruler. Seriously contemplating if he should have any stake in this. He knew that if he got involved, things could turn sour at any moment…
But that was part of the fun of life. If he didn’t act, things would be boring. “What do you need. Name it, and I will provide. But only as long as you make this entertaining, Whore of Babylon.”
“Food. As much food as you’ve got stored away inside that gate of yours, the one you retrieve all of your weapons from. Surely some of it has to be cursed in some fashion? Something that would prevent her from losing weight?” Nero explained, clenching her fists a little. “But even if you have none of that, if we feed her the utmost delights from your treasury, she will be unable to lose it all. Especially once she starts growing too big to move around on her own. Then, we’ll strike! We’ll ruin her reputation in one fell swoop!”
The plan was idiotic. But in the hands of a girl like her… It might just work. She always got her way. Whether or not it was possible. Which meant that this would be possible, as long as she remained focused on the task at hand.
“We have a deal, Whore of Babylon.” Gilgamesh said, reaching out to shake the empress’ hand.
From that day onward, until the day where the Pharaoh would give birth, the two were allies. And their ultimate goal was to make sure that she lost her grand reputation as a result of breaking her promise…
With their combined powers, it was going to be easy.
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The plan was simple. But it required something that Nero hadn’t originally thought about. Namely, it required her to become friendly with the black-haired Pharaoh, as there was no way that she would accept all of the food she’d be shoveling into her mouth if they weren’t on speaking terms.
And that was the hardest hurdle of all. The Roman Empress was a woman filled with pride. She wouldn’t put that pride aside, just because she wanted to humiliate a fellow ruler. It would go against everything she stood for.
...Which was why it was a good thing that Cleopatra was a lot simpler minded than she was. Sure, she was a divine woman, but she was a woman that followed her needs. And since she had a set of triplets on board, always begging for different needs to be fulfilled, it was only a matter of time before the two would see eye to eye.
At first, the expecting Pharaoh had approached her table to ask for one of the dishes that she had personally picked out. It was a horrid looking meal, one that only a fearless woman like Nero could pick out. But it was exactly what the mother needed, and she gobbled it down without a moment’s hesitation.
The Empress had not yet put the main part of her plan into effect, but that initial show of reluctant good will was enough to earn her the Pharaoh’s graces, something she realized quite quickly as she was forced to eat at the same table as the expecting mother herself.
So many dishes had been lined up for her. And each of them were swallowed in a matter of minutes. Normally, Cleopatra would’ve loved to just savour the foods that she had been offered… But her increased appetite meant that she had to go through everything with this incredible speed.
Just watching her go through it all was something else. And it was at that point that Nero started to worry. Would she have enough food to satiate this beast of a woman, who went through dishes like they were drinks? ...Of course she had enough, the partnership with the King of Heroes ensured that much.
But… Something inside her was whispering into her heart. Something that made her pause every time that big mouth opened to swallow another meal. The sight of her devouring all of her meals made the Empress squirm. The sight was making her nethers grow warm and wet at the same time.
She loved to see her eat. And no matter how many days she spent watching her eat, that love only grew. So much so that she eventually offered to feed the Pharaoh personally, a suggestion that Cleopatra allowed with open arms. Of course she’d let her feed her. As friends and as fellow rulers, it was a given.
This practice continued as the meals started to die down. The Pharaoh was running out of gifts. She was still hungry, and she craved more and more food. But there was none to be had. And it was then… It was then that Nero had to put her plan into action.
It was then that the Feast of Babylon was served…
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“Oh, Nero! I had one of my servants try to get ahold of you, but you never answered his calls. Where were you all this time?”
It was lunchtime. It had been a few months since the plan went into motion, and the Pharaoh had stopped wearing her usual outfit. It was too tight on her body, something that should’ve been obvious from the moment she started pigging out. Instead, she wore a looser yet still stylish outfit, not unlike the one she wore with her husband during their trip to new york. A secretary’s suit and skirt combo, stretchy enough to handle her expanding stomach…
Of course, her stomach hadn’t just grown because of time passing and her babies needing to grow. It was also because of all the food. Whether it was the gifts or the many feasts that the Chaldean workers were forced to make for her. It got to the point where her poor belly needed a chair of its own, just so she could keep from weighing her down.
And the one who got to enjoy the sight of it, the one who had earned the right to watch her pig out all thanks to what was little more than the Pharaoh’s own greed… Was Nero. And she was definitely enjoying it, given the slight sweat running down her face.
“I am an Empress, Cleo! I have duties that I need to attend to, before I can devote every hour of my life to you and your needs!” The Empress proclaimed, as she wrapped her arms around that massive belly. The same belly that had been struggling to stay within the confines of any of the clothes that draped the Pharaoh’s body.
Cleopatra chuckled as she leaned into the blonde’s hug. “Of course, of course. As much as I love your presence, you are right. There’s only so much I can do, as our cultures are as incompatible as ever.” She lamented, looking just a little sad. But only until the blonde planted a kiss on her gravid and heavy dome, causing her to squirm a little.
“Do not be mistaken, my dear Cleo! I loathe the time we spend apart, as it prevents me from seeing how far you’ve come!” A quick blush forced its way onto the Empress’ cheeks as she quickly followed up. “W-With the pregnancy, of course! Your children are going to grow up to be just as radiant as you are!”
The Pharaoh nodded, not even picking up on what the other girl might’ve been referring to. She didn’t realize that a good half of her belly’s size was due to the many foods that she had already consumed over the last few months. “So, did you bring any gifts? You always bring me just what I need, might you be the one that satiates this burning need inside my stomach?”
“At last, you ask for my explicit assistance. Of course, I have the thing you need.” Nero said with a bright smile on her face as she snapped her fingers, as several dishes suddenly made their way onto the table in front of her. “Behold! My feast, handpicked to your liking. I made sure that it had a little bit of everything that you’ve been craving over the last month, just so you’ll be satisfied in every way!”
Cleopatra looked at the dishes lined up on the table ahead of her, and she couldn’t stop herself from drooling. Oh, the sight… Oh, the many dishes that were just begging to be stuffed down her throat. Even her children, as barely developed as they were, could feel the aroma that all of those dishes gave off. It was heaven on a plate, and it was all meant for her.
“Are you sure that I may eat all of this, Nero? Are you sure you don’t want a single bite?” Normally, she would’ve dug in without worry. But there was a certain bond between the two rulers, one that prevented her from going all in before making sure that she wasn’t stepping on her fellow ruler’s toes.
Nero nodded, grinning as she rubbed her hands up against that belly. “Every single dish is yours and yours alone, Cleo. We need to make sure you and your children are as well fed as they can possibly be. Besides, I would eat so much more than this, if I were to dig in!” The blonde Roman laughed. She wasn’t lying, considering the complaints that she had received from her chefs at least once…
“Very well! If you would be so kind, Nero!” Cleopatra replied with just as much gusto as her companion, eagerly awaiting the chance to be fed. After all, her stomach was way too big. She couldn’t reach her silverware, much less reach the food. She really did rely on the Empress at this point.
And it was this reliance on her that started giving the blonde second thoughts. Was this really the right path to go? Now that the two had begun to bond, she wasn’t sure if she should take advantage of her. Especially since her weight gain was all but guaranteed at this point. She could stop right there, and she’d still achieve the same effect. She’d be fat once she gave birth, and people would mock her. Not as much as they would if she did keep up this feeding routine…
...But her pride was still too strong. The same pride that had originally stopped her from befriending her implicitly was now stopping her from quitting. She had started this, she would see it all the way to the end. No matter what would happen. And… She really did love seeing her pig out, that was the other reason why she hadn’t stopped.
One by one, Nero started feeding Cleo the dishes that she desired. She was methodical, offering her the ones that her stomach agreed with the most. After all, she wanted to make sure that she got the most out of it. Because the more satisfied she grew, the easier it was to shovel all of that food down.
What had started as simply one dish at a time quickly ballooned, as the expecting mother was little more than a glutton once she got going. Two, three, even four dishes sliding down into her gut in the span of such a short time. It was astounding how quickly things escalated…
And all the while, her feeder was growing more and more aroused. She was glad that the Pharaoh’s attention was on the food and nothing else, because her see through skirt meant that you could easily see the juices pouring down her leg. Oh, seeing her go through so much food in such a short time was way too hot…
Nero had to extend her thanks to the King of Heroes. As much of a bastard as he might be, he had set up this feast to be proverbially never ending. It would always restock. No matter how many dishes they went through. No matter how hungry the Pharaoh was, they would never reach an end. It would just keep on coming.
Cleo would eat and eat and eat. Partly due to her endless hunger. Partly because it was enjoyable for her to consume in such gross quantities. And partly because she just enjoyed the presence of the Empress. She ate because she was there to feed her. And the longer the two spent together, the better she felt.
Of course, neither of them would readily admit their feelings for one another. The Pharaoh had been in bed with their Master after all, and the Empress’ feelings were locked behind her pride. It was impossible for either of them to be truthful.
But if there was one thing the two of them could do, it was tease one another. Something that the Pharaoh was more than happy to do, as she finally held up a hand after it looked like her stomach was about to burst, with how much it had been trembling and wobbling throughout the whole meal…
“Nero, my dear, you’ve done more than enough. I need to rest to make sure my dearest children receive all the nourishment that they can get from this meal.” Cleo said, before smiling a little towards the Empress. “Do you think you could carry me to my room?”
The Empress smiled back. “For a girl like me, carrying you is nothing!” With that proclamation, her Imperial Privilege kicked in. Anything she said, as long as she truly believed it, became real. And that meant that she had more than enough strength to carry the Pharaoh, despite how heavy she was. Despite how much she had eaten today, with all of that food still rattling around inside her tummy.
Her Pharaoh giggled as she received the best trip to her room that she ever could’ve dreamed of. Though Nero was small, her power was not to be triffled with. The fact she could carry somebody like her was almost romantic. In fact, it was definitely more romantic than their Master trying and failing to carry her. Then again, with how divine her children were, it wasn’t a surprise that a mere mortal like him couldn’t carry her. One of fellow divine privilege, like the blonde, was much more fit for that task.
Of course, she still didn’t realize that she had put on several hundred pounds worth of weight just from being a feedee. She was far too simple minded and far too focused on her duty as a Mother to realize this problem. But it was fine. It was something she didn’t need to worry about. Not as long as she had a certain girl at her side.
After what felt like a small eternity, or maybe it only felt that way because of their budding feelings for one another, the two reached the Pharaoh’s room, and the Empress was happy to just drop her off inside and go back to her duties…
“Dear Cleo, do you need anything else?” But she couldn’t keep herself away from that beauty. Not when she had her right where she wanted her. Not when she could just give her all the love that she deserved.
Cleopatra nodded as she was let down on her bed. “Would you care to disrobe me, Nero? My clothes have gotten so tight, and I need to breathe.” She asked, her expression taking on a much softer look now that the two were behind closed doors.
“I’ll do something much better than that, Dear Cleo!” Nero proclaimed, as she tossed her clothes off her form. If one of them had to be near naked, then it only made sense that they both should. That, and she was proud of her red lingerie and how it revealed nearly everything if you looked hard enough.
Pulling off the Pharaoh’s skirt and suit was a difficult task. For anybody that wasn’t the Roman Empress. She just gave them both a good tug, and they ripped to shreds. Something that made her blush, because that definitely wasn’t the intent.
“Don’t worry, Nero. They were on their last legs anyway. I’m just happy that they’re not pushing down on me anymore.” Cleo reassured her, as her own black lingerie was now on display. It was laced, just like the ones decorating her Empress, but hers were more decorative. And those decorations were only brought out, thanks to how big she had gotten…
In fact, had she grown a little bigger since the two had begun eating? It was a little hard to tell, but considering how much of the bed she filled… She probably had. It was just a question of how much.
“Dear Cleo.” Nero said, as she slowly pressed her body up against that massive mound that her dear Pharaoh called gravidity. The softness made it clear that it was mostly fat, with a hard center. But that softness made it so much more alluring. It let somebody like her fondle it to her heart’s content. “Your size rivals that of the Gods. Whether mine, or yours.”
Cleo let out a short laugh, her cheeks flushing bright red. “You’re a charmer and a half, Nero. Do you think you might steal my heart, if you keep doing this?” She mused, her gaze turning sharp and perceptive for what felt like a moment. But that same moment felt like it was stretched out into eternity, as the Empress’ plan almost collapsed right then and there…
“I only want you to feel as loved as you do when you spend time with him. Besides, you wanted your children to get the nourishment they deserved, no? That means you have to accept it, so that you digest your meals faster.” The Empress argued, hiding her face up against that domed belly. Just so she wouldn’t see through her sweet words…
The Pharaoh was appeased with this argument, as the sharp gaze went away. “You really are a friend beyond compare, Nero. And to think that you hated me, just a few months prior. I remember your loud boasts like it was yesterday…”
“My boasts and my actions are two different things, dear Cleo!” Nero cried out, before she planted kiss upon kiss on that massive dome. If she wanted to tease her with her past, then she was going to make sure that the expecting mother was about to climax from just how much love she was heaping onto her!
Cleo started panting and moaning with every kiss that landed on her stomach. Oh, it was like being kissed by the Master. But somehow, it felt even better. Maybe it was because of all the wobbling, or because of how the Empress was gripping so tightly onto her tummy. Whatever was the case, she loved it. Quite a lot, even.
“Keep going, Nero. Keep going..!” The lingerie-clad woman shouted as she climbed higher and higher up the ladder of arousal, feeling so much delightful pleasure pierce through her. It was like being manhandled, it was like being loved, it was like the first time that she made love to the young man. And at the same time, this was so much better. Because of the bond that the two shared, because of what the two meant to one another.
Nero did exactly as the Pharaoh asked, her cheeks flushing bright red as she was running low on energy. It felt really good to do all of this, but she was just one woman. Even as an Empress that knew she could do a lot, she could only worship this for so long. And as she finally ran out of steam, as she had peppered that massive dome in kisses with the intensity of a machine gun…
She collapsed against it, the sweat running down her face. “Are you satisfied, dear Cleo..?” The Empress asked, panting and sweating all over. She loved every moment she spent loving on the woman, she just wasn’t sure if it was worth it all in the end. If she would be found out or not…
“More than satisfied. Because you were the one to spoil me.” Cleo replied, bringing an instant wave and rush of happiness to the Empress’ heart. “You run along now. You have other duties to tend to, don’t you? I need to rest, after all of the wonderful food you’ve fed me.”
Nero smiled as she lifted herself off the bed, stretching a little as the energy in her body gradually returned to her. Oh, she was exhausted. Oh, she was aching. But most importantly…
Going through all of this, to make sure she grew to be as fat as possible by the end… It was worth it.
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The months went by. Rather fast, at that. Maybe it was because of how much the two enjoyed each other’s company. Maybe it was because the days really were that short. It was hard to tell, but one thing was sure.
Cleo kept on eating whatever the Empress fed her. As long as she could fit it down her throat, she’d eat it. Because her cravings had gotten that intense, anything would satiate her. Of course, Nero made sure that she fed her the things that were naturally tasty, but the way that she devoured everything just turned her on more and more.
And every day, after the Pharaoh was finally satiated… She invited the Empress back to her home, to help her digest it all. Which just turned into the blonde worshipping that wonderful stomach with as much love as she could muster. Kisses, squeezes, the whole palette. As long as it made the expecting mother happy, it made the blonde happy.
But eventually, reality started to creep in. Her due date was rapidly approaching. And unfortunately for the Pharaoh, her beloved Master was going to be busy for that month. Something about the fabric of space and time being endangered. It was something that she accepted, but it left a hole open in her heart.
...And it was at that moment, that Nero decided that enough was enough. She had to come clean. There was nothing in the way except for her pride, and that couldn’t stop her.
She was going to confess. And even though she had started this entire plan, she would stay by her side and prove that her fat body wouldn’t be a problem…
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“Nero? What might you be doing here?”
Cleo’s voice was like a choir from the heavens. That soft and sweet tone, caressing her inner ear. It made the Empress smile from the depths of her heart… And perfectly accompanied the figure that was now completely bedbound.
After everything that she had gone through, the Pharaoh was now way too big. At least, that’s what most people thought. Her belly had grown to the point where even as it sagged down to the weight of the fat, it still managed to brush up against the ceiling. And the only thing that kept her pillow-sized bosom from leaking was the pressure of her outfit. Despite her growth, she still wore her usual outfit. In fact, it was the only thing that fit her…
God, she was so hot. Hotter than anything Nero had ever seen. And it was all because of the Empress’ plan. She never would’ve grown this big if not for her help. Whether that was a good thing or not was entirely up to the beholder. In her opinion? It was for the best. Despite the original humiliating idea behind it.
“I… I wanted to tell you something important, Cleo.” It wasn’t hard to tell that the Empress had something serious to say. Unlike every other time that the two talked, she was neither boasting, nor did she use that affectionate ‘Dear’ title. She just said her name.
Cleo knew what was coming. And she just smiled as she lifted herself up in bed, her massive belly keeping her from making overt movements. “Then tell me. Tell me what’s on your heart, Empress of Rome. It must be pretty important if you’re acting like this.”
Nero took a deep breath. The deepest that she could muster. Before she just let it out , practically screaming. “I love you, Cleopatra! I love you and want you to make love to you, but more than that, I love how big you’ve gotten! I love your hefty and weighty belly, I love the feeling of your babies squirming around underneath all of that fat! And… And I want to see you grow even bigger, until the moment they pop out and you end your relationship with him!”
All of that information smacked the black-haired Pharaoh right in the face. At least, that’s what the Empress thought it would. She thought that it was something she had kept well hidden, something that would come as a surprise. But like the overconfident fool that she was at heart, she didn’t consider that she had already made that very apparent through her actions.
“Of course you love me.” Cleo said, smiling as softly as she could. “There’s nobody besides you that would give me so many kisses, and still act as if it wasn’t out of pure love. And my children will no doubt see you as another one of their parents, from how much you’ve influenced them.”
Nero let out a gasp and blushed all over. “H-How’d you figure it out? I-I thought I made myself impossible to see through! Especially since you never realized you were getting fat!” The Empress lost her cool completely. She thought that this would go completely differently, that she’d be the one with control over the situation. It was clearly the other way around…
“So that’s what it was, I was wondering why my belly was sagging.” The Pharaoh muttered, before shaking her head. “I may not have been able to pick up on my weight, but you’re a fool if you think I can’t smell love.” She said, as she slowly motioned for the Empress to come closer. “And right now… I smell the most potent love in the whole world. I want you to show me that love, as much of it as you possibly can.”
The Empress blushed as she received that divine invitation. “Are you… Are you absolutely sure, Cleo? Can I… Can I show you just how much I love you?” The shoe was on the other foot now. Instead of the Pharaoh being the one to show hesitation, it was the blonde. She really hadn’t anticipated her to be this eager. And she didn’t dislike it either. If anything, it just turned her on that much more…
“If you keep asking for permission, I’ll retract it. Stop beating around the bush and show me just how much you love me, Nero!” Cleo shouted, trying to force her to act. She was a needy woman after all. She had needs that only one person could satiate…
Nero took the hint as she climbed onto the bed, grabbing ahold of one of the woman’s legs, panting as she slowly felt her cheeks flushing red. She couldn’t believe she was about to do any of this. It felt like a fever dream. And yet…
With her legs weaving together with the expecting mother’s, it only took a little tug before their pussies were pushing up against one another. Sure, a set of pants was in the way, but that didn’t stop them as their crotches ground against one another. The pleasure pierced through both of them, as their moans mixed together.
“Go on, keep going..! Give me all of your love, Nero!” Cleo cried out as she bit into her lip. She could feel her children trembling and kicking within her womb. It felt wonderful to make love to somebody that loved her so passionately. It felt like she was over the moon…
And of course, Nero was having a similar experience. Feeling her pussy grinding up against the woman she loved. Feeling their lower lips squeeze together like this. It was like the two were kissing in such a roundabout fashion…. And that made it all the more exciting.
The more she tugged, the deeper they ground against one another. The juices that leaked out of their holes mixed together, leaking into the mattress underneath the two. They were both so terribly aroused. Not just because of everything that happened in the present… But everything that had gone into their relationship.
What had originally been a plan to humiliate the Pharaoh became little more than a need to see her grow bigger and bigger. And though the growth had come to an end, though it was going to deflate soon… Nero still wanted it to continue.
It was what made her stop grinding. She couldn’t climax yet. Not at all. “Cleo, wait…” She muttered, as she slowly pulled herself away. The orgasm could wait. She had something else to prioritize.
“Why’d you stop? Didn’t you want to show me how much you loved me, Nero..?” Cleo asked, feeling a little blue-balled. Was this how the Master felt when she demanded that they swapped positions in the middle of their lovemaking? No wonder he didn’t like it.
Nero shook her head as she climbed along the side of that massive belly, remembering to planting kisses upon kisses as she went by. “I do. I want to pour every inch of my love into you…” She paused, as she could stare straight into the black-haired Pharaoh’s eyes. “But you need more than just pleasure down there. Our relationship is more than pure pleasure. And I want you to remember that.”
“...Ahahaha… You cheeky Empress. I know what you’re planning. You really want to go this route?” The Pharaoh said, as the blonde crept closer and closer to her face. She knew what was coming. And she knew she’d enjoy it, as she opened her mouth wide.
The Empress smiled. Had she trained the Pharaoh to act like this whenever she got horny? Maybe, but that wasn’t why she did it. She did it entirely to see her devour everything in sight.
“We’ll have to find some other way to satiate your gluttonous tummy once we’re done here, but I can use Gilgamesh’ little feast one last time…” Nero said, snapping her fingers to call upon the Feast of Babylon.
A little golden hole opened in front of the massive woman’s face, as little by little, food started sliding out. This time, the dishes were much less elaborate. It was essentially just meat and different types of veggies that slid out, each of them falling down the hungry Pharaoh’s throat. But that was all that it needed to be. Because she wouldn’t have it any other way.
The flow increased as Cleo ate. Eventually, it was like a pipe expelling its contents straight into her guts, as she just kept on eating and eating, with her body trembling as it struggled to contain every last little bit of food…
In fact, it was this influx of food that made her clothes, the ones that she loved to wear around her lovers, finally gave way. Her top ripped open, revealing the beautiful laced lingerie underneath. The same lingerie that Nero loved so much. Did she wear it just because she knew that it was the Empress’ favorite? Probably. Just like how she had seen through the entire plan, once things clicked into place.
With that continuous flow of food continuing with no end in sight, the Empress had plenty to do. She could go down and finish what she started, but her nethers were aching too much to do that. She had to satiate herself for a little bit somehow… And there was a mighty pair of breasts that were leaking, waiting for somebody to nurse off them.
The blonde Roman put her lips around her new lover’s nipple, suckling immediately. She could feel the maternal milk that was meant for her developing children sloshing its way down her throat. Now she was the one feeding, because it was delicious. It was beyond delicious even. It was outright heavenly.
As the two lovers went ahead and ate and drank as much as they possibly could, they climbed closer and closer to their orgasm. Now that they were this close… It only made sense to end it all. But they just couldn’t pull themselves away from their respective font of sustenance.
They were both gluttons at heart. That was part of why they were made for one another. But eventually, one of them had to stop. And that was the one that had started it all. Nero managed to overpower her own need to consume, her own need to just watch the woman she loved devour on end…
Just so that she could satisfy their mutual need. She gave that massive mound that her lover called a stomach several more hundred kisses as she crawled all the way down to her legs once more. Stripping herself so that she didn’t have to worry about anything, and so that she could satisfy her easier.
By the time she was fully naked, she had made it down to the spot that had made the bed so wet that it looked like something much more extreme had happened before the two began, thanks to the oversized mother having torn her pants due to her growth.
“Cleopatra! I love you!” The Empress shouted as she weaved their legs together one last time, pulling the two closer together. Letting their pussies kiss one last time…
As their naked lower lips made contact, a powerful scream echoed out from both of them. A scream that broke the portal that had been feeding the gluttonous mother. A scream that embodied all of the love that they had for one another.
Both women were overwhelmed by the orgasm that washed over them. For Nero, it was like she had finally broken past her own pride. She had broken past the barrier that prevented her from doing things that would be against her nature as an Empress. It meant that she could admit her love for a woman she had been crushing on for so long. And for Cleopatra…
Well, to say that it was the culmination of everything that the blonde had done for her would be an understatement. She could feel everything pouring out below. Juice splashing out at such a volume that there was no way that she could rinse the bed after this. And if somebody were to see her, they would’ve thought that her water broke from how much of a mess she made.
Not only that, but the orgasm was so powerful that it made her babies shake around inside. She could feel just how much it affected them. There was no way that they’d think that the Master was their parent at this point. They loved the Empress as their own family, just like she did…
As they fell into the allure of the afterglow, they each started laughing ever slightly. Now that everything had been put on the table. Now that Nero had been honest with herself, and practically revealed that she was behind how fat the Pharaoh had gotten… What was there left to do but laugh at these extreme circumstances?
“Nero…” Cleo said. She couldn’t look her lover in the face, due to their current positions, but she knew she could hear her. “Do you promise to stay by my side, until the end? Feeding me, and making sure to love every inch of my body?”
She didn’t get an answer. Not immediately. But as she felt one last kiss on her stomach, she knew what she was going to say. Two simple words, that would bind them together until the very end.
“I do.”