Scholarly Snacking

>you are Sir Knight, and you are currently freezing your metal-plated butt off in your frozen fiance's grand study
>just as you consider sneaking out to warm up in the less delicate and heat-sensitive parts of the castle, a stack of tomes nearly an arm-length's wide drops down on the floor in front of you
>gargantuan tomes to you, at least
>to Freyda, your icy (in appearance, not demeanor) lover, the eldest of the three dragon sisters, they were little more than light novellas
>with graceful but floor-pounding steps, the twenty-foot-something book wurm sat down cross-legged in front of you, reclining into a large icy seat covered with dense fabrics and furs
>although you thoroughly enjoyed being with your dragon wife for many reasons, the days when Freyda would puzzle and riddle you were not one of them
>she took her wordgames seriously and just one failed riddle would have her "punish" you, not always in a particularly enjoyable way
>you snap out of your thoughts when the dragon princess clicked her glasses and cleared her throat, a light dust of frost blowing out of her nose

"So, dear, I've thought of a few new riddles for this week; I hope you do well~"

>Good mercy, why couldn't you have taken that sweet human princess

"Don't worry, we'll start off with a few easy ones; if you can get five right, you'll be safe for this week!"
"What is black when new, red when used, and grey when gone? You have one minute."

>>[shitshitshit, uh, maybe roses, no they're green when new. Blood maybe? No, black isn't blue and it doesn't turn grey; my ass is cold I wish I was next to a fire.]
>>[wait, fire; timber, embers, charcoal!]
>>"Charcoal?"

"Excellent! I wasn't expecting you to get that one so quickly! I'll use some more difficult ones, then~"

>>[shit]

"Where does yesterday come after today, with tomorrow between? One minute."

>>[SHIT. Maybe some magical bullshit? I don't know, I'm not payed enough to think! Come to think of it, I'm not payed at all, maybe I should ask for an allowance or someth-]

"ten seconds."

>>[Ugh, I hope whatever she has for me isn't that bad-]

"Time; such a shame, I had a real good one for the third! In any case, you know the rules; now, what to do with your sorry, shiny butt-"

>Freyda's words were cut off with a loud grumble echoing around the icy walls, both you and her took a few moments to realize that it was coming from her bare stomach
>Freyda had always been the thinnest of the three sisters (at least she was when you met the other two), but she was by no mean's "lithe"; as much the definition of a pear as her lands were cold, her hips and bottom were her most impressive features; her ass being big enough for you to stretch out, toes to head, and still have a few inches to spare.
>her belly was neither as well defined and toned as her green sister, nor as plush as her red sister, but was nonetheless a soft paunch which, while proportional on her frame, was big enough compared to you that your hands would sink up to your wrists if you pressed on it
>finally, her breasts were exceptionally underwhelming compared to her two sisters, but nonetheless big enough for you give a full body hug if she were in the mood, their size further exaggerated by the overly-tight red bra, turning her cleavage into a veritable crevasse

"Oh my, excuse me! I seem to have forgotten breakfast today, lunch as well, come to think of it. Dear Sir Knight~, I've recently gotten into a rather good story, and I'm far too tired to prepare a meal; I'd be happy to -suspend- your punishment, perhaps even forget it, if you'd bring me some dinner? I believe my servants have been cooking all day; I never stopped in to check on them."

>already rushing out of the study while your scaled lover chuckled to herself; it's not good to keep a dragon hungry, even one as refined and well mannered as her
>you make your way to the castle's kitchen; sure enough, there are dozens upon dozens of ice-and-stone automatons working away
>you may not be magically inclined, or very smart in general, but Freyda at least had the foresight to teach you some command words for the various enchantments around her estate, otherwise you'd likely be unable to open even the smallest of her doors.
>With a few hastily remembered and mumbled words of a language whose name you couldn't even hope to pronounce, you are soon leading a procession of a few dozen or so of the constructs, each one or a pair carrying a platter stacked high with meats, stews, and pastries. In particular, it seems that your dragon wife had a particular penchant for elk.
>as you neared the door to the study, another loud growl echoes out from beneath it, and sure enough Freyda is already salivating at the smell of her meal
>you and the squadron of golems come to a halt on a shelf near her great chair, and with a few words from her (far more eloquent and practiced than yours), they set down the food and file away to parts unknown; before you can steal away a piece or two for yourself, you are lifted up by your cape and set down in the cleavage of your draconic partner, the sheer size of her breasts and the pressure from their bra holding you in place

"Thank you sweety, I was positively famished! Here, I think you'll like this story as well, let's read along while I eat"

>the dragoness reached over and grabbed one of the many platters, eating each morsel one at a time; pressed as you were at the base of her sinuous neck, you could feel the almost imperceptible contraction of her throat as each delicacy disappeared down her gullet
>in between bite she began to read from whatever book she had chosen for tonight, it was so far above you that you couldn't care if you tried, but pretending to listen made her happy
>well into the first chapter Freyda had finished off the first platter, but you could feel her stomach rumbling and groaning beneath your feet
>a second platter soon joins the first, this time with a snack break after every paragraph, rather than each page
>halfway into the third chapter of the book, although from your vantage point you could see that you had gotten perhaps a twentieth through it, the dragoness' dainty eating had turned into unconscious scarfing, your wife downing each of the huge plate's contents in a single gulp
>the previously rhythmic and soft feeling of her snacking had become a rapid distention of her throat, each mouthful of meats and cakes forcing you forward into her breasts
>by the end of chapter eight, with limited commentary from her about the narrative and characters and plot and other unimportant things, you could feel a slight pressure coming up from below you
>her usually flat paunch had begun to expand, the very top of it pressing against the bottom of her tits
>Freyda caught herself in the middle of a sentence, a hiccup forcing its way out of her throat and followed by an ear rattling (but no doubt ladylike from her perspective) burp
>shaken out of her literary one-mindedness, she became aware of the dozen or so pieces of giant dinnerware tossed haphazardly around her, as well as the still impressive amount of food left over

"Oh dear me, I've let myself get carried away! Knight! why did you bring me so much food!?"
"I've already had so much, but it smells absolutely wonderful... I suppose I shouldn't let it go to waste... Bah, why not! One night of snacking won't ruin my figure, unlike my fat lizard of a sister! I swear, what kind of dragon eats her hoard?"

>letting out a sigh and settling down even further, your gargantuan lady quickly absorbs herself in her book once more, and her semi-controlled snacking quickly becomes hungry gorging once more, much like a city-person would quickly devour a favored treat like fried potatoes or roasted olives
>by the end up chapter fifteen, it seems that her immersion in the book soon outweighed her interest in reading it to you (this must be a good book, it usually takes her till the last third to stop reading aloud), and the only sounds left in the massive chamber are the flipping of a page every minute or so, Freyda licking her jaws, swallowing handfuls and mouthfuls of supper, and her groaning and grumbling gut, which at this point had grown beyond a bloated tummy, and into a bulging belly
>her breasts had been slowly creeping up around you as her growing stomach pushed on them from below, and soon all you could do was lay down between her jugs, the fine scales of her abdomen slowly spreading apart beneath your hands
>at some point you fall asleep, and are awoken by the sound of a book snapping closed, and a loud groan
>worming your way out from between your makeshift bed, you tumble out from Freyda's bra and land on something taut, gurgling, and rather warm
>upon closer inspection, you deduce that it's your lover's over-filled belly, so stuffed that it nearly reaches her knees
>looking around the room you see many, many more trays than you had initially brought in, it seems that she had sent for seconds, or even thirds or fourths!
>half eaten meats and desserts lay scattered on the lounge, and faint stains from fatty stews rimmed the stuffed serpent's maw
>her eyes barely open and with one clawed hand rubbing her belly, Freyda looks down at you with pleasure, pain, and satiation

"Ohh... by me, why'd you have to bring so much -URRP- food, Knight? I told you to... to bring me supper, not a -HIC- feast!"
"By my mother, now I know why red acts the way she does! Come, let's -ough, my poor belly- let's retreat to my chambers for the night..."

>Freyda struggles to her feet, her thick muscular tail desperately trying to give her any amount of leverage against the sloshing mass drooping from her waist
>finally, groaning and shooting frost from her snout, your lethargic lizard love lurches to her feet, cradling her gravid gut with both hands and leaning far forward, her tail stuck out nearly straight for balance
>she rests against the doorframe for a minute, panting and rubbing her hanging middle, the odd hiccup, belch, or moan working its way out of her throat as the contents of her stomach shifted around
>several dozen dozen pounding footfalls through the castle later, you and her get to the bed-chambers, Freyda not even bothering to strip before collapsing into bed, still kneading her overly full belly
>having already discarded your usual wear, you climb on top of your softly snoring lover and nestle yourself between her boobs, resuming your previous rest

>hours later you are once again flung from your sleep, Freyda letting out a surprised half-roar before running to the massive plate of polished silver she uses as a mirror
>rubbing the sleep from your eyes, it is quickly made apparent what all the fuss is about
>the fact that Freyda was an ice dragon, slowing her bodily processes somewhat, had little effect on the sheer efficiency of draconic metabolism (as the youngest dragon princess was all too eager to show off at the last family reunion between the three, consuming nearly a fifth of the planned feast and sleeping it off within the day)
>her already tight bra was fit to snap, the wobbling snowglobes on her chest having nearly doubled in size since last night; the sheer amount of reptilian titflesh squeezed into the unfitting garment caused most of it to spill out the top, you could even see a portion of her dark blue nipples peaking out from behind the crimson fabric.
>her belly had taken an even greater toll, what was once a soft and womanly paunch was now a sloshing potbelly, big enough to even begin drooping over her pubis and to form rolls above her hips, the very beginnings of a fold starting to subtly crease along her navel
>however, even combined, neither her bouncing bosom nor her groaning gut could compare to her greatest assets; where they were once a particular large pair of bubbly cheeks, almost perfect in their roundness and forming a sharp shelf into which her red thong disappeared, Freyda's butt had grown from rounded snow floes to an avalanche waiting to happen; you could likely lay on just one cheek alone now, although you would be challenged to do so with how much her bottom shook and jiggled with the slightest of movement
>her now gargantuan thighs squished against each other, such that the front of her red bottom piece was obscured by them, even without her gut in the way, and their sheer size has become so much that you could scarcely hope to wrap your arms around one if you tried, you might even need two or even three of you to accomplish such a feat!

"Oh goodness me, oh goodness mother, I'll be laughed at if my sisters see me! The fat glutton can get away with this, she just burns it off in a few days anyways, but It'll take me months to work off this blubber! Sir Knight, look at what you have done to my perfect figure!"

>stamping her clawed foot in frustration with enough force to crack the stone, the sudden shock rippled up and down her plush body until with a Pop!, the seams on her already skimpy outfit ripped open
>suddenly free to breath, her boobs surged forth, revealing that they could rival even her red sister's (when she had been dieting, at least), and the rolls and pudge of her belly quickly filled out even more of her waistline, no longer constrained by the tight strings of her bottom.
>letting out another frustrated roar, she all but runs to her study with you sprinting just to keep up
>huffing and growling, she picks several books off the shelves and drops them in the middle of the room
>not even bothering to sit in her great lounge and instead plopping down on the cool ground belly first, jiggling ass raised high in dejection, tits squashed forward under her serpentine neck, and her newfound gut squished out to the sides by several feet or so, it's bottom showing through from between her slightly spread thighs.

"Knight! Come here! Don't think I've forgotten your punishment! I'm rather sore from what you did to my perfect body, so you're going to make me feel better until I finish with my backlog; get to it, little human~"

>not quite sure how this is a "punishment", you set yourself to work rubbing and massaging Freyda, completely bare and naked as she is
>figuring you may as well start at her front, you press yourself as far into her pillowy breasts as you can, your arms easily sinking up to your elbows in the blue masses, and begin to knead and grope your way around their curvature
>each of her dark blue nipples is more than a handful, her purplish areola stretched as wide as your forearm is long by the recent swelling of her breasts
>speaking of length, all but swimming in your lover's gargantuan breasts already has you full mast, your arousal only egged on by the pleased moans rolling from Freyda inbetween the soft flipping of pages
>unable to contain yourself, you move to her cleavage and begin to undo your nightware, the warm fabric already painfully tented
>in an instant you are forced to the ground, the walls of boob surrounding you now pressing on you from all sides almost painfully
>you can hear a book being closed and set down, followed by curt chuckling coming from the dragoness

"Oh my, dear Sir Knight~, how naughty of you! Did I give you permission to pleasure yourself? If you do a truly admirable job of tending to my poor, sore scales, then MAYBE I'll reward you, although you really don't deserve it~"

>oh, so this is the punishment
>the constricting pressure around you lessens, and you quickly get out and catch your breath

"Get to it Dear, I'm waiting~"

>resigning yourself to balls bluer than her nips, you move around to her side and crawl onto her back, the soft pudge of her squished belly as yielding as and hard to climb as a mound of snow
>the next few hours are spent prodding and massaging her nearly invisible musculature through her soft scales, Freyda's moans and gasps as you tend to the knots and crimps spread along her back keeping you constantly on edge, even without being engulfed by her expanded assets
>not long after she sets the second of many books down and picks up the third, a familiar sound echoes around the room clearly to the both of you, the dragoness' growling stomach
>before you can respond, she snaps her claws

"Oh dear me, I suppose I do have to eat something; Knight, keep going, I'LL get my meal this time"

>clearing her throat, Freyda yells out clearly whatever arcane words command the magical constructs around the castle, and within minutes you see a single servant carry one of her usual trays to her
>with a flick of her clawed hands the automaton disappears, and you hear the usual sounds of pages being turned and roasted meats being consumed, albeit with a bit more grace than last night
>you've worked your way down to the base of her tail, and she coos as you rub the thicker scales around it, each about as big as your hand
>you're suddenly aware of a yielding wall around you, and you realize that it's your mate's massive mountain of an ass, her wobbling cheeks protruding upwards far enough that you can't see over her rump
>sinking your hands into her fatty glutes you begin to climb over their sloping surface, each handfall eliciting a gasp or "oh my" from her
>perched on top of them as you are, you can see the true size of her thighs as well, a quick step from your position compared to the proper drop to her back
>the heat you felt earlier while tending to her tits comes back full force as you press and rub her backside, and Freyda lets out a content moan, moving her tail off to the side and giving you full access to her expansive rear
>you sit between her thighs and run your hands along the curves of her bottom, your touches drawing shudders from the dragoness, sending jiggling tremors through her beyond-plump ass

"O-oh my, Sir Knight, last time I had you do this it didn't feel NEARLY as good~! Maybe there is a benefit to being a little more plush~"

>unable to take her teasing, and having been harder than ice for the past few hours, you can't stop yourself as you all but rip your trousers off, nestling your manhood between her cheeks
>before you can even steady yourself to thrust, you're flipped upside down as the thighs previously supporting you disappear from beneath you, having only a second to realize what's happening before you're pinned between and beneath your lover's bottom, your head barely free from your fleshy prison
>the weight among you is enormous, your arms are pinned to your sides and your dick can't even so much as twitch with the pressure squeezing you from all sides
>you're grateful that Freyda's ass is fat enough to distribute all her weight without actually hurting you, but you have a feeling that she knew this already

"Tsk tsk, what did I say earlier? This won't be much of a punishment if I let you have your way with me, now would it~"
"Thankfully for you, Sir Knight, I'll let you off the hook as soon as you do one, last, thing for me."
"These last few hours have, -ahem-, demonstrated some reasons why my sister is the way she is, and I'd like to explore this some more~, i-in a purely scholarly sense though, of course"
"You'll know when you're free to enjoy yourself, for now though, there's a little bit of preparation left!"

>the great weight of your wife is lifted off of you, before she grabs you and lays down on the floor, beneath one of the many walkways for her servants carved into the structure
>placing you down gently on her belly, her head peers from above and between her cleavage with a smile, and a hungry look on her face
>Freyda lets out another call of the magical command words, and before long you can see a proper battalion of her usual golems file into the room, carrying platters of meats, cakes, stews, and breads by ones, twos, and fours.
>the little army of icy butlers pauses above her, and once she sees that the line extends all the way to the door, she looks at you

"Rub me, won't you, my Knight~?"

>the dragoness leans her head back, belts out a single short command word, and opens her mouth
>all at once the constructs are in motion again, the front of the line pouring their cargo into her waiting maw before carrying the now-empty trays off
>even blocked off by her chest, you can see the faintest hints of her gullet bulging as she downs the feast at an incredible rate, even faster than last night, such that it would almost appear as if she were guzzling down a drink rather than gulping down entire dinners at a time, each big enough to feed four men with leftovers
>beneath you, you can feel her stomach rapidly accept its charge, a soft groan and gurgle accompanying the sound of her rapid chewing and gorging
>you race your hands across her body, struggling to knead and massage even a half of her, sinking above your elbows in her paunch
>before long you can feel her potbelly starting to expand beneath you, a hard pressure forming beneath her fatty pudge, with no sign of slowing from her
>and so this goes on for nearly an hour, her servants waiting to fill her gullet until she finishes chewing the previous mouthful, a hearty and body-trembling swallow that sends shockwaves across her rapidly filling gut, and the occasional belch, hiccup, or even moan interrupting her
>you struggle to restrain yourself from humping the pliable belly in front of you, the thought of an even fatter ass, or even bigger breasts, or dare you say, an even rounder paunch on your towering wife burning clear and hot in both your heads
>you soon find that her consumption is rapidly outpacing your ability to tend to her growing gut, which by now had surpassed her breasts in depth, and would soon surpass yesterday's feast
>your dragoness seemed to realize this as well, and you soon found yourself knocked between her breasts and stuffed belly as she began to rub her own gut, blue-grey claws tracing great circles around her bulk
>having a hunch of your own, you dismount her bosom before you're trapped and run to find some of her many magical artefacts and trinkets she keeps for herself
>Freyda herself doesn't notice, trapped as she is in the throes of her own gluttonous pleasure, and the line of food-bearing constructs has not gotten any shorter

>you run from room to room, eyes rapidly scanning the many shelves of her storage archives, until at least you find it
>a large bone broken in half, with a pink talisman lashed around one end
>you had a feeling that Freyda had procured this particular piece of her sister's non-edible hoard, and are glad that she did
>you quickly make your way back to the study, and stand utterly in fully-erect awe at what you see
>the dragoness had abandoned her previous reclining position, and instead she is all but laying on her immensely bloated gut, neck outstretched and jaws wide open, the servants tossing plate after plate into her gaping maw
>the grand size of her stuffed belly has propped her ass up high, her legs and clawed feet stretching out to gain purchase on the ground, with her breasts smooshed against the ground
>fuck it, you can't take it anymore, punishment be damned
>you doubt she would notice anyways, with how utterly invested she is in her feast
>as you close the distance behind her, you become aware of heated panting and mumbling coming from her in between each swallow

"Oh by ME -gulp-, I can't believe I -ulp- talked... down on Red for this! -OUUURP- No wonder she gluts herself... -hic- there's so much more -hngg- of me to enjoy!"

>you scale her shaking rear, her plump thighs and ass jiggling and wobbling so much that you could barely find a grip
>hauling yourself up to the base of her tail after nearly ten minutes of bouldering, the grade of your climb gradually becoming shallower as her gut pushes her bottom up higher and higher, you discard your clothes and maintain a tight grip on the magical item
>positioning yourself where her cheeks and thighs meet, you mumble what little words you can remember from the youngest dragoness, and will your desire on the p'orc bone
>almost immediately you can feel your painfully erect member begin to lengthen and engorge, your sack swelling in pace, piercing its way between her heaving curves, coming to rest against her barely visible snowy flower, such is the extent that she is straddling her belly
>with a grunt as you push her bottom out of the way, you thrust and bury yourself halfway up your shaft in her proportionally tight icy crevasse, followed shortly by a loud moan and a shuddering spasm from Freyda
>you fear the usual immediate retribution, but after a few tense seconds you can hear the dragoness' feast continue
>confident in her acceptance, you pump in and out, her lower maw gripping you tightly as you thrust deeper and deeper, subtly enlarging your cock until the fit is snug
>your wife lets out a great roar as you come closer and closer to hilting yourself, leaning forward even farther and exposing her nethers just a bit more

"B-by my mother Sir -AahhH!- Knight, keep going! Please, keep -HNGG- going!"

>without warning, Freyda begins to grind in time with your thrusts, squishing her diminutive snowcap against the bottom of her sloshing gut, the pressure gripping and pressing against your length from below
>faster and faster you move your hips, your lover's feasting now completely replaced by room-shaking moans and roars
>unable to take the cumulative blue-balling of the day, you slam against her mound with a final thrust, your aching balls (or rather, melons) slamming against her taut belly and driving your over the edge
>your hot seed shoots deep into her glacial interiors, not a single drop leaking out, and your draconic wife lets out one last pleasured half-roar, half-moan before you hear her head slump to the ground
>uncoupling yourself from your mate, and returning your equipment to its original (well, slightly above original) size, you fall down to the floor exhausted, and all but fall asleep right there
>before consciousness completely leaves you, you are vaguely aware of Freyda struggling up and grabbing you, before crashing down in her lounge and placing you on top of her drum-taut belly

"Wake up, dear Sir Knight~"

>rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sit up on what feels like an exceptionally soft bed, before the smiling face of your dragoness brings yesterday's memories back in a torrent
>teetering backward in shock and unbalance as Freyda begins to stand up with a groan, you fall the ground and land on one of piles of furs laying around her seat
>looking up, your jaw drops in shock and your manhood rises in awe at what had become of your draconic wife
>her already immense breasts had not just doubled in size like the night before, but instead had grown over thrice their previous volume, their naturally perky shape beginning to hang like fat raindrops, each breast over an armspan wide and putting even the titanic ta-tas of the second youngest sister, the strong stacked war-dragoness, to shame through sheer mass.
>dropping your eyes down past the curving bottom of her boobs, you see that her pudgy-paunch turned bulging-potbelly had become a full fledged gut, thick scaled rolls of fat sitting on her hips while the immense curvature of her belly hid the entirety of her waist, sticking out nearly five feet by your estimate
>finally, your eyes trace the preposterously sized curves of her hips and thighs, the quaking slabs of dragonfat squishing against each other and the bottom of her paunch with slipping jiggles, each of her legs being over six armspans in circumference
>Freyda turns around slowly with an exaggerated sashay in her hips, and your heart catches in your throat as the profile of her bottom comes into view
>the only words that can describe its size are those like gargantuan and immense, you're fairly sure that each of her cheeks could be considered two king-sized beds stuck side to side, and then some
>the jiggling orbs bounce incessantly with every one of her movements, and you doubt that even her lounge could contain the dragoness' ass, let alone her getting through any but the widest of her castle's doors
>your fantasizing and admiration is cut short by a giggle from Freyda as she completes her turn, before laying down in front of you, thick legs idly kicking the air behind her

"Well, Sir Knight, what do you think~? Personally, I'm glad to see that you found that amusing little trinket, I was... hoping you would~"
"Unfortunately, last night's, erm, meal depleted most of our stocks, but no worries! That just means we'll have plenty of time to play with that little toy of yours while the servants resupply!"

>with a quick kiss, Freyda rises to her full height before picking you up, setting out towards her private chambers

"Consider your punishment for failing that silly riddle to be fulfilled, dear~"