The Fat Wives of Ostia

Oswin let out a heavy sigh as he climbed the short flight of stairs leading to the front door of his three-story home. It had been a rather long day for him again. He had already sweat up a storm inside his armor, so he was looking forward to finally getting to take it all off and simply relax. His duties as the minister serving the new marquess of Ostia kept him busy for long, long stretches of the day. Not only did he have to go through great lengths to ensure that relations between the many nations remained consistent when it came to how they interacted with Ostia, but he had to ensure that Lord Hector actually knew what he was doing half the time. Hector was a capable man indeed, as great a leader as he was a soldier, but he couldn't do everything at once. That was why Oswin had to be there to help him. He did his job well and he was proud that he could hold such a position to begin with, but he would be lying if he denied that there was a sense of great exhaustion that often came with his job too. He held many responsibilities. To let any of those duties waver and slip through the cracks could end up having a ripple-like effect that the entire country and its people would be able to feel.

That was where Serra came in. She was young and brash and cocky, but she had a good, innocent heart and she never tried to pull around with Oswin's emotions since the day they had first met. She might have been younger than he was, and she had something of a 'baby face', but not enough so where a relationship wasn't impossible for the two of them. Serra was a feisty mage with pink hair and a big heart, quite skilled when it came to wielding the staff with which she used to mend wounds and heal away injuries. Many a time she had helped Oswin recover from otherwise fatal attacks. He already owed her his life multiple times over, but the fact that she had so adamantly wanted to become his wife, well, that seemed like more than good enough of a way to repay her if he looked at it that way. Oswin reached the door, but he paused before opening it. He strained his ears to try and listen for any sign of his wife's presence on the other side.

Serra kept herself busy these days mostly by either lazing around at home or helping tutor some of the mages-in-training about healing magic. The latter, she only did when she absolutely felt like it, which wasn't very often. She seemed to prefer getting to hang out at home, read books, and stuff her face with all manner of treats. Oswin hadn't expected that his wife would have such a big appetite when they married, but he certainly didn't think poorly of it. A girl with a big appetite was a thing that needed to be appreciated more often, in his opinion. However, Serra's appetite MIGHT have gone a little overboard in the recent years, some would say. Oswin wouldn't, though. He didn't mind it one single bit.

Oswin could hear a very familiar thumping sound growing increasingly louder from behind the door. When he finally opened it, he was greeted home by a rather large mass of flesh concealed underneath the thinnest of fabrics. This big belly belonged none other than to Serra herself. She had been eating a surplus amount as of late, all because of the very simple fact that she was able to get away with doing so. Her eating habits grew more outrageous the bigger she became, and the bigger she became the more she ate as a result. That huge belly collided with Oswin and he tried his best to not let it completely knock him off of his feet. He wrapped his big arms across the giant sphere. His limbs could not have burrowed deeper if they tried. Serra let out a happy squeal upon seeing her hubby home. Her voice had since become somewhat deeper due to the prevalence of all of the fat on her body. Even her neck was more like a ring of pudge that stood valiantly between her double-chin and her valley of cleavage.

"Oswin! Oswin! I was waiting for you! I've been waiting to talk to you all day!"

"Heh...i-is that so...love?" Normally Oswin would have lifted his wife up into his arms and swung her around, he was so pleased to get to see her again. However, these days it would take the efforts of several of the army's strongest men to be able to lift her at all. Nonetheless, Serra was able to bound around with such little effort and so much energy in spite of her size. One would think that she would be out of shape to the point where simply walking to and from the kitchen would leave her wheezing, but it didn't happen with Serra. She bounced some more. Her hands were having their fun slapping and spanking herself. She had a subconscious tendency to fool around with her curves too. There was so much to play with and squeeze, after all. Oswin stared over his wife's protruding gut and chest so that he could get a better look at her lovely, rounded face. With her hair down, she looked so much more mature. Not that he would tell her that to her face.

"There was this - URP - excuse me, there was this really good pastry shop I went to today! It just opened up! Next time you have off, we should go together! Trust me! You'd love the stuff they serve there! There's these things they called 'waffles', they're really incredible! They douse them in syrup from maple trees and put melted butter on top! It was so good that I...w-well, I...I might have eaten more than I should have..."

"Really?" Oswin found it hard to believe that Serra could ever eat too much, but the pink-haired young woman started blushing so brightly, as if she were actually feeling some semblance of shame for her gluttonous impulses. That would certainly be new, given that she never felt like she needed to hold back from eating before. Serra reached down and stroked the surface of her vast tummy. She had gained hundreds of pounds and was now so wide that she could fill an entire hallway with her hips, but she still liked to act as if she were a younger woman than she really was. Oswin didn't know why he found that so adorable, but damn it, it really, truly was.

Serra led Oswin inside. Though it wasn't so much leading him as she had to have him follow her. She couldn't exactly reach behind and drag him by the hand anymore, especially when she was literally so big and wide that she had knocked over every single potted plant or stand that they had set up in the foyer's opening hallway. Oswin let his eyes wander all over his wife as he walked with her. He couldn't be so sure until they had a chance to be more intimate at a later point, but he felt confident in believing that Serra had managed to put on more weight recently. She was always big all over now, but there had to have been a small change here or there that hadn't been present before. An extra roll here or there, a softer bulge of fat on her back or on her sides, or maybe a few new dimples had risen up to the surface. Whatever it was, it was there, Oswin just needed to figure out where. Serra looked over at him, her cherubic face lighting up as she started to laugh.

"You keep gawking, Oswin! What's the matter?"

"Oh, I guess my mind is starting to wander, is all." Oswin chuckled. Serra, however, didn't seem to find this very funny.

"What, pray tell, might you be thinking about instead of listening to me explain in great detail about how delicious the waffles I ate today were?"

"Uh...I was thinking about your beauty, of course, my dear." That wasn't really even a lie, anyway. In fact, it was pretty much the truth of the matter.

"Heh, aren't you the sweet talker? Well, it's not like I can blame you, I guess!" Serra raised a chubby hand and brought it straight down on top of her buttocks, producing a rather loud slap that echoed throughout the large house. "I mean, I am pretty darn adorable! Ha ha ha!"

"That you are, my dear. That you are."

"Come on, I think we can go and get something to eat right now! I don't want to wait around a second longer!"

"You're hungry? Right now?"

"Of course I am! What about you?"

"...I suppose I could eat something. Are you saying you want to go and get waffles now? Do they even make those at this time?" Oswin had no idea what 'waffles' even were. They sounded like something meant more for breakfast or lunch, not so late into dinner like it currently was. Serra, however, seemed rather determined to stick to her original decision.

"You really weren't listening at all, huh? Well, I guess I can't say that I totally blame you for missing what I was talking about! I mean, you were BOUND to be so enthralled with my body that you would fail to overhear me."

"You already said something like that." Oswin was tempted to point, but he didn't want to risk actually saying such a thing to her face. After all, he didn't need to actually risk the chance of making Serra genuinely mad at him. Besides, he enjoyed getting to humor her with these little things. She was such a vain young woman, but he saw it to be more charming than obnoxious unlike what others might say.

"You wouldn't mind if I took a moment or two to go and get myself dressed up for the night though, would you?"

"You want to make sure you look nice even when we go out for a simple dinner, eh?"

"You've been married to me for this long, dear! I would hope you know exactly what I'm like!" Serra giggled. She stopped for a second to thrust her massive side out at the tall man. Even though she managed to hip-check him, it literally did not even so much as faze him. He was one of the few, such as Lord Hector, who could withstand the impact of Serra's colossal bottom. There had once been an unfortunate fellow who had been standing in the wrong place at the wrong time when one of Serra's heels snapped under her weight during a prior night out. They had to call in multiple mages to be able to heal him back to some semblance of health.

Oswin was strong enough to be able to handle her weight. He had dealt with it so many times that it didn't bother him anymore. Even though she grew progressively heavier over the years of them being together, it never got that much harder.

"I'll be waiting for you in the foyer."

Oswin knew that it would take Serra quite some time to finish getting ready, so he would be patient even in spite of his own increasing hunger. To preoccupy himself for the time being, he stared over the various different paintings that the couple had framed on the wall. Many of them were actually of themselves throughout the years of their happy marriage. Serra was determined to have as many drawings of them done as possible, for the sake of, as she called it, a 'wondrous history to look back upon'. Oswin didn't mind it, even if it was a pain having to stand still for hours while the painter worked. In any case, it was not just enthralling to see these frozen scenes of the past, but they served as something of a timeline for how Serra's weight gain had managed to progress. In the first picture, done on the eve of their wedding, Serra had been as thin and nimble as during the days of the war. The next painting, she had started to develop something of a pot-belly, one that really stuck out in that tight red dress she chose to wear for the posing. In the painting following that one, the fatness had really become apparent, with everything from her fuller cheeks to her bigger bust and of course that gut resting on her lap as proof that she was living the good life. The next painting, the final one, had Serra so wide that she could barely fit into the frame. Her cheeky grin through such flabby jowls was all he needed to see to know that she was confident in her looks even when she weighed so vastly. That painting was done over half a year ago. The Serra of today was bigger than that by FAR.

"Okay, did you wait long, hubby dear? I'm ready~!"

Serra came waddling out into the foyer and she applied a powerful SLAP to her backside to show off. The slap echoed throughout the spacious room. Oswin chuckled to himself. It was thanks to their positions as aids to Lord Hector that they could afford to find ANY clothes that could still fit his wide and waddling wife these days. Serra chose to throw on a lovely white dress with a blue sash, one that looked stretched to the breaking point around her tremendous tummy. She had done up her hair into the familiar twintails of the past. Oswin grinned at her. She really did look cute when she wore them that way. Serra waddled right up to him until her stomach was pushing against him. He never thought that she would feel so confident even when she was this large. Honestly, if he had to put his money on it, he would have once bet that Serra would be devastated to end up gaining so much weight. Yet instead she simply went with the flow. Oswin didn't wish to think so highly of himself, but he sometimes wondered if it was because of his marriage to her that she felt comfortable in letting go like this.

"You do know that I'm planning to eat enough to basically burst through this dress, right?" Serra snickered.

"You wouldn't REALLY do that, would you? After all, you know how much this thing costs," Oswin said with a wry grin.

Serra laughed again. She did not confirm or deny Oswin's worries. She instead wrapped a chunky arm around his much slender appendage and allowed him to lead her to the door. Tonight, none of the previous meals she had eaten earlier today meant a single thing. She was going to stuff herself thoroughly, and she would do so for the amusement of her husband's viewing too. She had it all planned out in her head. Serra had never once lost her original craftiness either. She would make her stomach submit to her desires to eat EVERYTHING, even if it tried to protest against it.

"Oh!"

Before they could make it more than halfway through the door, Serra suddenly found herself to be rather stuck. It seemed that they would potentially have to have the door remodeled again, because her backside wasn't agreeing very much with it. She gave her butt a firm shake, but it still didn't help her remove her love-handles from being caught. Oswin tried to help push her out too. He wasn't able to get much of a proper grip, given how ridiculously fluffy she was. It was like trying to grasp hold of a down feather pillow. It wasn't as easy as it might have looked.

"Heh...m-maybe we might have to cancel our plans to go out, dear..." Serra grunted.

"No, I'm sure we can get you out of here. We just need to...mmph..." Oswin was seriously trying to push his wife through, but he seriously couldn't make her budge. It seemed to be exactly the same for him as it was for her. They couldn't make each other waver even if they wanted to.

Serra let out a sigh of acceptance. She leaned back, letting her tremendous rear push itself right up against her husband's legs. He could have sworn he was about to be caught right underneath her, but Serra didn't seem to be trying to crush him. Instead, she wanted him to hold her, an embrace from behind. Oswin responded in kind, wrapping his arms as far around her as he could manage. So much weight, so much fluff, such warm and squishy flesh pressing into him. He had never considered himself a man who liked larger women before. Yet Serra had already made him love every single inch of what her gigantic figure had to offer. He kissed her on the nape of her neck, which prompted Serra to giggle.

"You know, I wasn't kidding when I said maybe we should cancel our plans to go out. Everything I'd eaten has digested already and it seems it's made me even larger...more fluffy...more cuddle-worthy, if you will..."

"Heh..."

"So why not we stay inside, after all? I actually wouldn't mind doing so, especially since you're here with me." Serra said the final part in a soft enough whisper that Oswin could just barely overhear it. He grinned to himself.

"That wouldn't be so bad."

Serra was not the only woman who had originally fought alongside Lord Hector and Lord Eliwood who had let herself go during peacetime. In fact, in an odd twist of fate, it seemed as if it was something of an epidemic, or perhaps a trend, among the women to grow larger and more out of shape. Maybe ladies of status such as Serra and even Lord Eliwood's own wife Fiora had brought the concept of being large and in charge into the spotlight. Nonetheless, whatever it was that seemed to cause it, it was still a prevalent sight to see. Farina, the middle sister between Fiora and Florina, was another such person who had ended up letting herself gain more weight than she had intended. It wasn't some sort of inspiration brought on by her sisters or by the other women around her that made her grow obese. No, Farina was simply very bad at making good choices when it came to food. She ate more than she needed to and she liked to spend her surplus of gold on all sorts of grand indulgences. She could drink more booze than most men could handle before growing tipsy. Not to mention she could polish off plate after plate of chicken wings before declaring herself achingly full. She would always overdo it, too. 'Restraint' was no longer a word in her dictionary now that she was an official war hero and could use her clout to get what she wanted, when she wanted. She wasn't TOO overbearing about it, but she liked to throw around her relationship with Lord Hector at times if people started to argue with her about her drinking or eating over her limit.

That was one of the many reasons why the pirate Dart had fallen for her. Farina was unlike any woman he had ever met before in his life. He was infinitely thankful that he had been recruited to fight alongside Lord Hector; otherwise he never would have gotten the chance to meet the pegasus rider that managed to rob his heart. Such a strong-willed lass was exactly the sort of thing he needed in his life. That was why he proposed to her. Farina probably felt likewise, as she had taken up his proposal the instant he opened the box with the ring inside. She threw herself on top of him, planted a big wet kiss on his mouth, and there was nothing else that had to be said from that moment on. Farina claimed the entirety of the wedding cake for herself. No one else even got the chance to try a slice.

All of this ill-conceived behavior and gluttonous debauchery on Farina's part had made her rather fat. Not as fat as Serra or Fiora among others, but she was definitely not the svelte little thing that she had once been. In fact, she was basically 'chubby' now. With a plump gut, some full-figured breasts and a behind that had gotten her into trouble more than once so far. Yet she couldn't be bothered to stop eating anyway. She didn't LIKE being fat, but she wasn't so keen on the efforts required to actually burn said pounds. It was probably the most apathetic way to treat a very serious condition like her weight gain, but Farina had much more important things to worry herself with. That is, obtaining more of the wealth that she liked to use so precariously all of the time.

Farina stopped walking in front of the building before her. It looked rather old and dilapidated, but that didn't mean there wasn't still some kind of use to it. From what she had heard from her husband, there was apparently some kind of treasure map hidden here. Dart said that it probably wasn't real and that it had only been a rumor at best, but that wasn't enough to quell Farina's almighty temptations.

"Ooof!"

Farina bent over, hands slapping onto her knees, as she exhaled rather hard. That had been one hell of a trek, even if she only needed to climb up a rather short incline. Her chubby tummy pressed itself against her thick thighs, quivering with every haggard wheeze she took. She definitely wasn't in what one could call the best shape of her life. In fact, it might have just been the worst. If Farina had bothered to step on a scale before, it would be noted that she weighed somewhere around the mid-200s, putting her into definite fatty territory. Farina wiped away the sweat that had been accumulating so profusely on her brow. She wasn't so much a pegasus rider anymore because she couldn't even sit on her winged steed without risk of hurting its back. Nowadays, given her penchant for trying to take gold that wasn't originally hers, she might be better off calling herself a 'thief'. Not that she ever would. No, certainly not. Dart wouldn't either. She was just...passionate. That was it. Passionate and fat, but not lazy.

"Okay...o-okay...so Dart said that I would find the map in here, huh?" Farina murmured aloud to herself as she approached the building. It definitely looked old enough to be housing an ancient treasure map. Farina waddled up to the closest wall and pressed her hand against it. If only she had enough strength to knock this entire wall down in one blow. That would certainly be nice. Suddenly, her belly let out a gurgling sound, like bubbles popping. She looked down at the protruding soft sphere, which made a rather prominent bump underneath her dress, and she shushed at it. She would tend to its needs later, once she had the sufficient funds on hand. Yes, her belly's needs were ultimately her own needs, so they would both be met at the exact same time. That was how it had worked for her, for the 'two of them', for quite a while now.

Really, Farina had never been very prone to the fit life anyway. She only managed to stay in shape during the days of war because she was fighting so much. Her sisters kept her on her toes too, especially Fiora. She was always so honorable, and she took that honor seriously. She expected her sisters to uphold it just as much, even though Florina was too afraid to even speak to men and Farina herself was more interested in a nice, fat paycheck over proving herself in battle. That didn't matter too much anymore now, but back then, Fiora had been practically overbearing when it came to keeping their squadron in tip-top shape. If Farina had had the chance back then, enough funds to afford living a leisurely lifestyle, she probably would have turned into a fatass on her own. Dart sort of helped give her the step-up when he began taking care of her. He was never hesitant whenever she made requests of him. One might have found it petty submissive, but Dart did it because he liked doing it as much as Farina liked him doing it. It was a completely mutual thing between them. So in a way, Farina could blame her current fatness on her husband and that wouldn't be entirely wrong to do. But she didn't do that. At least not TOO much.

"BWUUURRRPP! Ah, geez, I really thought I got that out of my system before I started making my way over here," Farina sighed into her hand. Then she shook her head. Well, no reason to mull about it, as there were much more important things to be doing now.

Farina walked around to the other side of the building and eventually managed to locate a small hole in the side. She couldn't go in through the front door because that would be too obvious. Plus, it was probably locked. If she could crawl in through this hole, she'd be able to find whatever it was that she was supposed to be searching for here. She got down onto her knees and peered through the hole. She couldn't see much, only darkness. She wondered if it would even take her where she needed to go. Farina looked around again. She hoped no one would suddenly come around the corner and see her trying to break her way in. If they did, Dart would probably laugh his head off at her. That jerk would totally do it too, Farina thought with a wry grin. She loved her husband so much. He knew how to make stuff like this actually fun as a challenge between them rather than a source of frustration.

"Heh...I can do this...a little extra weight won't hold me back...no, it won't...it definitely won't...no matter what the doctors might have said about me..."

Farina tried to get into the hole head-first. In the beginning of her crawl, it seemed like everything was going exactly as she had planned. She could fit through fine. Though she got a face full of dust for her trouble, but that wasn't anything that would conceivably slow her down. She even managed to fit her chunky arms and her chest and stomach through as well. Sure, her gut hung low enough that it dragged against the floorboards, but at least it wasn't so fat that it could impede her progress or the like. No, that unfortunate distinction was left for her backside instead. As soon as Farina got in far enough to pull her hips through, she realized that she COULDN'T pull her hips through. Farina gasped. She shifted her big butt left and right. She could hear her pants creaking. Hell, she could almost hear her butt JIGGLING. Still, it refused to budge any more than it already had. She couldn't tug herself further, nor could she remove herself from the hole either. She tried just about everything. She attempted to kick at the walls to make them break down, but she couldn't make the hole bigger either. Farina gasped out loud. So it wasn't her stomach or her chest that had gained the most, but her rump! She should have seen that one coming. She was always sitting around anyway. Whether it was on the back of a pegasus or on a too-small bar-stool, her butt got a lot of softening, widening 'work' put into it.

"Ugh...this isn't good..."

Farina's attempts at achieving freedom went on for several minutes, but she found no success in any of it. Then she heard what sounded like the front door of the house open with a loud creak. Farina's blood instantly chilled. She had no idea who or what that was, but right now she was no longer alone. At first she feared it might have been the actual owner of the property, or maybe another scoundrel looking for the treasure map (not that she considered herself a scoundrel, of course). Whoever it was, Farina didn't want to be seen by them like this. She was intruding with intent of theft and yet too fat to actually do a proper job of it.

"Hey, Farina? You're in here, aren't you?"

Farina's jaw dropped so far that her double-chin ended up making its long-awaited appearance. That was Dart's voice, no doubt!

"Dart? Dart? Hey, Dart, I'm...uh...I'm over here..." Farina started to regret calling out to him halfway after doing so. A stranger seeing her like this was humiliating. Dart seeing her like this...well, she sure as heaven hoped that he wouldn't want to give up calling her his 'wife' after this.

Dart walked over from the other room. As soon as his eyes laid upon Farina trapped in the hole, he burst out laughing. Farina sighed into her hand. She was definitely going to give her ass a piece of her mind when she got out of here...if that even made any sense. She wanted to do SOMETHING to punish it for her embarrassing her in this fashion. Dart kept on laughing until tears were practically rolling out of his eyes.

"What in the world are you doing, girl?"

"I'm...I'm just..." Farina tried to wiggle out, but got nowhere, just as before. "Ugh, you'll get me out of here, won't you, honey, my love, my sweetie-tweetie?"

"I've never heard of that last one before!"

"It's what I'll call you from now on if you get me out of here!"

"...I'll pass, thanks."

Farina pouted, which made her double-chin show itself again. "Come on, hubby, don't be so mean to me!"

"You know, if you hadn't snacked on so many slices of chocolate fudge cake after dinner, you probably would have made it through that hole just fine." Dart pointed out.

"Dart, bringing up a woman's weight in front of her face is something no man should do." said Farina in response.

"It's the truth, and you know it! You talk about your weight in front of me all the time! You're the one who called yourself a 'fatass' once!"

"I know, but...it's okay when I do it...not when you do it...so will you please get me out of here, honey bear?"

"I don't want to be called honey bear either."

"I got a lot nastier things I could be calling you instead if you don't help me out!" It seemed like this conversation was going to go in circles, round and round with no actual end.

"You won't be so greedy from now on, right? You gotta pick your battles more carefully, Farina, darling," Dart said to her.

"...I'll try to keep that in mind, husband..."

He got down on one knee in front of Farina and, still snickering, started to pull away at the old lumber to help get her out. At the same time, Farina continued to try and yank herself out of the hole. She could feel her butt beginning to give way, which she had been hoping for quite some time. As soon as Dart removed one of the particular boards that had been digging into her love-handle, Farina suddenly went flying forward. She knocked straight into her husband, sending him careening backwards, his back hitting the floor. Farina rolled over on top of him. She only stopped when she had her fat ass pushing down onto his head. He had been knocked out in one clean strike.

"Oh...whoops...s-sorry about that, Dart..."

Farina looked over her shoulder. She saw that there was a certain rolled up piece of parchment clutched in Dart's left hand. With a great booming laugh that made her gut jiggle, she snatched the parchment right out of her lover's hand and held it triumphantly over her head. Then she collapsed right back onto Dart's chest, as she had exhausted so much of her already limited stamina trying to get out of the hole. Still, this had been a victory nonetheless. Farina cuddled the parchment as if it were a treasured teddy bear or the arm of her husband. She couldn't wait to find out what sort of treasure this map would lead her to, and how much of it she would be able to spend on her typical hedonistic activities.

She didn't really know that Dart was already making things a lot easier. It wasn't at all surprising to her that he would show up from time to time at the very places where she was searching for treasure. After all, it wasn't like she unhappy to have him present. She simply didn't think too deeply into the fact, and because of that, she had no idea about how much her husband was trying to keep her content. He truly did love her to the best of his ability.

"Hey, love, it looks like you're in luck! I'm the one who's going to be treating tonight! Ha ha ha ha...ha ha...ha...hey, Dart, are you okay down there?"

Dart didn't say anything. He wasn't necessarily conscious at the moment. Farina sighed. Was she going to have to actually carry him all the way back into town or something? That wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to. Well, with her wealth to come, maybe she could get a carriage to help drag him back instead.

Farina stood up, or at least she tried to do, but she was unsteady with moving so quickly at her size. She was probably the smallest of the pegasus sisters, but that didn't mean that she wasn't excessively overweight at the same exact time. With a great cry, she toppled backwards with her legs giving out underneath her. Her big butt slammed even HARDER onto Dart's head. The poor man really did not stand a chance. Normally he wouldn't mind getting a face-full of his wife's posterior, but only if it had been entirely planned out beforehand. She could knock someone out cold with her big body. She was basically like the hardest wall of flesh ever conceived. Dart knew that well. He knew that even while passed out.

Around the same exact time, in another part of the land, Priscilla was doing the very best she could to keep herself content. Nowadays she was living in a world that was both peaceful yet also somewhat mundane. The only way she seemed to know how to do that nowadays was, without a doubt, by stuffing her face to the upmost limit. Eating had gone from being a necessity to being a hobby and finally being an obsession. It wasn't very different to what had happened with Serra, Farina or Fiora. Obesity had become rather commonplace for many of these ladies, it seemed.