Alarielle the Evergorged

Alarielle smiled and gave a final wave to the populace of Tor Saroir, before finally turning and retreating to her chambers, her two most trusted Handmaidens following and closing the doors behind her. As the Everqueen of the High Elves, Alarielle had to keep up appearances, a public display here, leading an army into battle there, for she was the hope and paragon of her people, even if she kept a terrible secret from them.

Safely in her chambers, away from view, Alarielle headed over to one of the many elegant mirrors that were placed in the clean and elegant room, of which her servants made sure her chambers were cleaned to perfection before she returned. Alarielle's Handmaidens instead headed to the doorway to Alarielle's bedchambers, assuming their posts and standing guard before it.

Alarielle looking into the mirror before disrobing, first removing her crown, then her jewellery, before finally removing her corset and fine skin-tight silks. She saw her body in the mirror, the Lithe body of a high elf, pale smooth skin and perky breasts that she all had, but this was all a deception, and the terrible secret she had been keeping from everyone, the secret only Alarielle, and her two most trusted Handmaidens who were in the room with her knew.

Speaking an Incantation, Alarielle stopped using the Wind of Ghyran, the Wind of Life, on her body, and her true form started to show. Alarielle's Lithe body started to morph itself, freed from life magic disguising it, as it started to bloat outwards. Alarielle's torso enlarging itself, as fatty flesh spilled out and formed a belly that drooped down over her thighs, and adding another layer of fat rolls on top. Her asscheeks expanded and widened, with each one taking the same width of her body in disguise. Her thighs and calves widened to support her massive frame, her thighs pushing against each other, and her calves developing cankles over her feet. Alarille's previously supple breasts surged outwards, pushing themselves to four times their previous size, but still remaining perky. Alarielle's arms, thin and lithe now had bingo wings, with her hands and fingers reverting to their true, fatty form. Lastly was Alarielle's face, her face was rounding, her cheeks were puffing up, and her neck had developed more than one additional chin, all made of fat.

There, the true form of Alarielle stood in the mirror, admiring and feeling her bloated form, relaxed from not having to constantly use life magic all day. Alarielle waddled over to the door to her bedchambers, her belly and breasts jiggling as she walked. stopping at the door, she gestured towards the rightmost Handmaiden, of which the Handmaiden knew what was asked of her, even if a word was not spoken. The Handmaiden passed her spear to her fellow Handmaiden, and began to disrobe in front of both her, and Alarielle. It was an embarrassing task, but before long the warrior was standing there, blushing and naked in front of Alarielle, before Alarielle entered her chambers "come" she said, beckoning to the now naked Handmaiden.

Inside Alarielles bedchambers was an elegant four-poster bed, and right next to it was a table, filled with food. "Today we have some of our finest fruits and fried Skink for you my queen, all the way from Lustria" the Handmaiden spoke as Alarielle sat on her bed. "Good", she said "feed it all to me, and dont worry about getting "messy" today", Alarielle opened her wide and fatty mouth, ready to intake the succulent food given to her by her Handmaiden.

Alarielle gorged and gorged, the juice of the fruits dribbling down her many chins, the grease of the fried Skink splashing in-between her breasts and down her belly. Alarielle was a slob, and she had been for quite a few hundred years, her pale skin now dirty from juice and grease, but Alarielle did not care, "Come closer", she spoke to the handmaiden after devouring the last morsels or her meal. As the handmaiden leaned in, Alarielle grabbed her, kissing her fully on the lips before parting, some of the juice transferring onto the lips of the Handmaiden, Alarielle smiled seductively, and the Handmaiden responded with the same expression before leaning back into another long, passionate kiss with Alarielle, hopping onto the bed and pushing Alarielle beneath her, using her hands to fondle and play with Alarielle's fat. The Handmaiden outside the Bedchambers could hear all of this and smiled to herself, for tomorrow it was her turn.