Elsa Anna Slob

Elsa moaned at the sight of yet another chocolate cake, dipped in chocolate fondue of course, teetering as Anna did her best to set it down in front of her face. The Queen of Arendelle felt her guts churn, heavily stuffed as they were with chocolate in all it's devilish forms. Anna had kept her well fed throughout the day, Elsa opening her mouth to vent some gas.

Letting herself go, Elsa belched, a BURRRAAPP of a burp that sent tiny snowflakes whizzing though the air. Stuffed, bloated, and totally sated as she was, she would still ensure that her little sister was entertained and happy in whatever way she could.

"Elsa, say ahhh!"

"Ahhh," Elsa replied, opening her mouth as wide as she could, Anna smirking and plopping a huge chunk of cake in her maw.

Elsa chewed, swallowed, and farted, this time a winter gale stinking of flatulence roaring from underneath her.

Anna came closer, more cake at the ready, Elsa sighing but opening her mouth yet again.
Elsa gulped down more cake, Anna's eyes gleaming as she grasped for more food to feed her.

A few eclairs followed, then some tiny chocolates. Finally, twenty minutes later, Anna had exhausted the cart she had brought from the kitchens.

Initially, she had assumed this would be more than enough but she had underestimated Elsa's gluttony and her own desires in feeding her.

Now, Elsa was trying her best to relax, grunting and groaning as she clutched her aching stomach.

"Anna…ORRRPH! Oh URRRAPAPP…that was…that was-"

"I know and I'm sorry, I guess my eyes were bigger than your stomach."

"Not…urp…not at all. I just think that maybe you can let me digest a bit longer in-between sessions."

Anna perked up at that, moving closer to her big sister's big gut, marvelling at the power contained in the dress Elsa had crafted for herself.

It had expanded with her body, never ripping, always adapting to whatever adipose, whatever stains, attempted to mar the icy fabric.

Tapping her fingers along the lower right-hand corner of that pale white expanse, Anna giggled a bit as she pressed inwards just a bit.

"URRRRAAAAPPPPPP!"

Anna's hair was blown back, Elsa's face even more scarlet than simply being out of breath.

But the embarrassment faded as Anna just smiled, hugging as much of Elsa as she could, the Queen soon nodding off into a content slumber.
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Luger was not one of the many who had been so quick to call his Queen a monster. He had been scared, of course, when the ice had sprung from nothing but a touch of her hand, but managed to catch the look of sheer terror in his majesty's eyes as she ran past. He had cheered, along with his daughter Fris, a usually quiet child, the loudest when the unexpected winter was banished and their queen was restored to the throne. He could return to running the farm and providing a better life for Fris than he had.

Or so he had thought.

The ground was stubborn, having adjusted to the brief, but harsh winter. Most farms recovered their growing capabilities swiftly but Luger's farm was not so lucky. With the approaching winter and what crop he had, Luger, Fris, and the rest of the farmstead would be penniless and destitute by the time the first snow fell.

A supplication was in order after exhausting every other avenue he had and his daughter, with a fire in her eyes, knew her hero would grant their wish.

Luger knew that Fris's hero was not exactly the svelte person she had been just over a year ago, had heard the gossip the people had said. How Elsa had taken to the feasts and the banquets from her hosting and visiting the various kingdoms of the world. How the princess had taken to Elsa's appetite, encouraging her to have her fill and then some again and again. Their Queen, the people would say, was still the pride of Arrendele, still only had their best interests at heart. She had kept terrible storms at bay with her abilities and when that band of Southern Isle traitors had approached the farthest reach of the kingdom it was Elsa who personally rode out to quell the sudden intrusion into her lands. The gates were never shut, the children skated on the ice she made, and the hearts and minds of the people were with their monarch.

Luger was expecting his queen to have a bit of round stomach, like a chef who has imbibed a little too much of their own cooking. Maybe a few areas of softness but surely she would not, could not, be larger than that.

Then he was led by the majordomo of the palace to the throne room, bowing low, looking for the first time since the celebration after the sudden winter, upon his ruler.

Two chins, and the beginnings of a third, jostled a bit as he watched Queen Elsa shove a pastry of some sort into her mouth, a pile of food on an adjoining table with a silver and gold bell next to the food. What kind of pastry it was he couldn't make out owing to the speed with which she shoved the food past her lips. All of her face was round, there was none of the sharp lines inherited from her father in the makeup of that part of her anymore. Her neck he couldn't even see, swaddled in fat as it was. Her bust was sagging like a seeping bag of grain, what skin he could see coated in perspiration. Her stomach was a mighty thing, roaring and churning, appearing to consume itself again and again judging by the four going on five rolls that made up the body part. The queen's powers had crafted her a dress that expanded as she did yet still showed off where the fat was on her body. It was the oddest decision in regards to fashion Luger could remember caring about when he first heard about the queen's dress and now, seeing the magical fabric resist any crumbs or stains from the food she consumed.

He watched as one crumb after another fell, bouncing and rolling from areas they should have rested, trailing one as it past her left hip. Mammoth, all one singular piece of fat, this hip and its sister brushed against two icy sides of the throne. Luger didn't want to being to guess how large his queen's rear was or how many horses it would take to support such a buttocks should she decide to ride out into battle again for Arrendele.

“My advisers told me you had a request to make-URRRAAPP-please let it be known and do not let my size or continued eating distract yo-ORRRP-you. You are one of my subjects and I will never turn a deaf ear your way. Please, tell me what the crown can do for you.”

Her intelligent eyes locked into his then and Luger told his request, still wondering how she could still sound so regal after making such horrendous noises.

“Your Majesty, my farm is the sole means of providing for myself and my daughter. During the unexpected winter, my soil hardened itself against the sudden frost yet unlike the rest of the kingdom, the ground didn't recover. I have exhausted all means of support and am now facing the life of a pauper, my daughter and I close to begging for kindness and shelter as our land fades. I only ask that you provide a loan and a bit of grain to survive this winter. I know my land shall recover, it just needs a bit more time.”

His daughter's hero had moved on from her pastries and was starting to eat into the side of a roast pig by the time his supplication was at an end, pausing after only taking a small bite.

“You shall receive all that you ask for and-MOOORRRREUUAAAPPPPP-more,” the queen said, lightly dabbing at her now sauce-coated chin from her most recent expulsion with an icy handkerchief. “I only ask for one thing in return.”

“Anything, your highness!”

“Your daughter's name, if you please.”

“Her name is Fris, majesty.”

“A beautiful name. This time next year, please feel free to bring Fris and I shall give her a tour of the palace.”

Luger could only nod, bow, and depart from the queen. While he was given the money and a scroll giving him access to the royal supply of grain, all Luger could think about was his majesty's kindness and how her body was now matching just how large her heart was.

Elsa smiled as the scent of the remaining roast pig met her nostrils, carving off a large chunk and shoving it into her mouth. Chewing the mass of meat, Elsa swallowed and reached her fat fingers forward for more. Her guards soon left to start their nightly patrols, leaving Elsa alone in the throne room, ruminating over how amazing the roast pig was and how she hoped that what she had given freely to her dear subject would be enough to last.

The sight of joy on the man's face burned in her mind, bringing a dizzying, giddy feeling throughout her whole body. She had brought a family comfort and that, combined with more of this truly excellent pig, was enough to make her moan in pleasure.

Finishing off the pork, Elsa rubbed her stomach and vented a raucous bit of flatulence.

“I don't think they heard you over in Weaselton,” a voice teased, Elsa looking towards the sound of her dear little sister's voice.

“What just came from me is far sweeter than anything their former duke ever said to me.”

“Agreed, though I really think it's time for a bath, don't you?”

“In the morning, Anna, I'm still quite hungry.”

Anna's bright green eyes burned into Elsa's own, the younger woman approaching her, hands moving from behind her back to reveal a large bag.

Elsa recognized the royal seal of Agrabah and her own eyes widened. “Oh Anna, you didn't manage to get-”

“I did, Elsa, just came while you were attending to the politics. Our last visit to Agrabah made quite an impression on Queen Jasmine and she sent me this along with a letter for you.” Anna pulled the dish out of the bag completely, revealing to the gluttonous monarch the scrumptious dessert cake known as the Whole New World. Consisting of several layers of chocolate filling, pudding, and a type of thick black jam Elsa couldn't describe the flavor of. All Elsa knew was that it was quite possibly the best cake she had ever had and plowed through a table's worth during their state visit.

The queen watched as Anna placed the cake on the now empty table

“Anna, can I-” but Elsa was cut off as Anna crammed half of the top half into Elsa's mouth lightning quick. “Mmmph!” Elsa's eyes widened but she didn't back down, imploring with her eyes for more, Anna drawing on her incredible strength to push more of the large piece of food deeper into her sister's mouth.

Anna watched with a slight hitch in her throat at Elsa somehow managing to get the majority of that huge portion down her throat, barely taking time to breathe before she motioned towards the rest of the cake. The redhead was only too happy to oblige as she gathered more into both hands and pressed it towards her sister's face. Elsa met her halfway, snorting a bit as she bit into the mess of cake contained in Anna's hands.

Anna could only giggle as Elsa's tongue and lips met her bare palms a few moments later.

“Huff…ugh….URAP…thank you Anna but I'm quite done,” Elsa wheezed out, moving away from her sister and sitting upright on her throne.

“You did such a good job, Elsa.” Elsa nodded, smiling at the praise and using her powers to alter her dress. The blue fabric around her middle vanished, allowing all of her gut to surge outwards, pale flesh dotted here and there by red marks. Anna patted the now exposed gut of her beloved sibling placing a kiss on the fold of flab where her belly button used to show. “But we both know you have room for more.”

Anna grabbed the gold bell and gave it a few rings.

Elsa's eyes widened in both fear and excitement as she watched two triple layered carts wheeled in, all loaded with food, the servants wheeling said carts exiting once their work was done. “Anna, I can't possibly eat all this!”

“Oh I know,” Anna replied, grabbing a sandwich loaded with roast beef and turkey, “But I also know that you want to see just how much you can eat. I bet it doesn't even hurt you to breathe yet, right?”

Elsa nodded, arousal expanding as Anna placed as much of sandwich as she could into her mouth. Elsa chewed as fast as she could, swallowing just in time as her little sister took the rest of the cake and dumped it over her face.

She chewed through the sugary mass cocooning her, feeling Anna hug her tightly, eliciting a rough belch that had bits of chewed food erupt like a geyser through the air-hole she'd managed to create with a few mighty chomps and deft tongue movements.

But just as Elsa cleared the food around her mouth, nose, and eyes, she took in the sight of Anna smiling gently at her, arms full of sausage, fruits, pastries, and countless other foods.

“Say ahh, my big, big, big, sister and let's make sure you're bigger than one of Jasmine's elephants next time we see her.”

Elsa opened her lips, heart pounding, insides churning to digest everything she had eaten so far, arousal exploding from her loins and sliding wetly down her thighs until the juices got stuck in a fat fold.

“AhhhhhhURRAAAAPPPP!”
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Anna pulled open the double doors of the royal bed chambers.  The smell hit her in a wave of sticky stench, but Anna just breathed it in.  She had grown to love it.  "Elsa?  Wakey wakey!"

"URRRRPP!!"

Anna glanced over her shoulder.  "She's awake!"

"Just… barely…" came the deep grunt.

FRRRRRTTTTTT

The smell grew stronger and more rancid, but, again, Anna adored it.  "Guess what's on the menu today?"

There was a shift, and something creaked loudly.  "*sniff* Do I smell moose?"

"Yep!  Fresh moose sausage!"  Anna hurried to the great blinds and threw them open, flooding the room with light.  "There's an entire bull here, too!  Hope you're hungry."

Elsa licked her lips, drool already trickling down her chins.  "I'm always URRRRPP hungry."

Anna pressed against the window, smiling at her sister as the many trays of food were brought around her bed.  It had been a few years since she had confided in Elsa about her secret desire, had found the same desire in Elsa's own heart.  They had journeyed down the rabbit hole together, exploring things neither of them could have dreamed.  Days and months of feasting without end, hours of endless sugary and greasy food, years of loosening the boundaries of propriety.  Now, the result lay in the bed before her, swaddled in silk sheets and salivating at her coming breakfast.

Elsa was massively obese.  She was so fat, so vast, that she could no longer walk, content to rule immobile from her gilded bed.  She only rarely saw the sun, which had left her white as milk, except for the angry red of stretch marks and the blue of veins running over her immense form.

Her fat belly swelled out before her, resting on the bed and jutting several feet in front of her.  It was divided into three massive rolls, the lowest of which was as thick as some tree trunks.  On either side of this huge gut, bulbous legs splayed, thighs twice as wide as Anna's shoulders ending in calves as wide as her hips and culminating in adorable, uselessly chubby feet.

Elsa's great boobs were so big they had lost all shape and lift, splaying to either side of her middle and sagging down her belly rolls.  They were like sacks these days.  Her areolas were as big as salad plates, and her soft nipples were constantly poking out, as Elsa was in a constant state of ripe, fertile arousal.

Rolling off of fat shoulders, Elsa's hefty arms were swathed in fat, looking like sacks of pudding that gooped over her elbows and sagged down to mid-waist when she raised them.  Her hands and fingers had gotten very chubby, but were still useful- she needed them to eat, after all.  Elsa had no neck any more, just a cascading series of thick chins, two big ones and a third smaller one, culminating in her very fat face, wide and expectant with bulging cheeks.  Even her nose had widened, and was vaguely piglike.

At last, in the rear, there was the rear.  Elsa's ass was probably five feet wide and jutted out more than two feet behind her, dimpled and pocked by acres of cellulite.  Her belly rolls wrapped around her back and rested on this shelflike protrusion, fat supporting fat in a great Babel-tower of adipose.

Anna was in heaven gazing at her massive sister.  Elsa noticed, even as she gobbled down scrambled eggs.  Her plump face grew more dimpled as she grinned.  "Like what you see?"

"Very much," said Anna.  She grinned.  "You've really let yourself go."

"URRRPPP!!!" belched Elsa, spraying egg and grease down her front.

FRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT

The fart rippled long and deep from Elsa's cavernous ass.  One of the consequences of being such a huge, gluttonous pig was an increased degree of activity in her guts.  Her intestines and bowels had to do a lot of heavy lifting to process all the food she ate, and they weren't quiet about it.

Anna waved her hand in front of her nose as the putrid stench hit her.  "God, Elsa, what do you eat?"  She grinned as she said it.

"Everything you feed me- URP!" belched Elsa, cramming down biscuits and gravy, along with pickled herring, pancakes, and patty after patty of delectable moose sausage.  Food and sauce and grease were spilled all over her, staining her sheets, marring her creamy white skin.  Elsa's stomach was gurgling and churning audibly, processing both this meal and the enormous dinner she had eaten the night before.

Anna crawled onto the bed beside her.  She grabbed hefty holds of Elsa's milky fat.  "You are a complete pig, aren't you?"

"HRNGF," grunted Elsa, sucking down a pitcher of 100% cream.  "Yes."

"A hog I've fattened."

Elsa moaned, her nipples poking out very far now.  She loved it when Anna talked like this.

"Oink for me, piggy."

"Oink, oink!"

"No!  Oink like a REAL pig!"

Elsa smiled, face covered in stains.  "HRNG, HRNG," she snorted, really and truly sounding like some farmer's prize sow.  She'd gotten very good at making the noise.

"Again."

"HRNG, HRNG, URRPP, HRNG."

FRRRRRRTTTTTT

"That's my big pig," cooed Anna.  She kissed Elsa on the lips, tasting the meat grease that coated them.  "Now eat more, piggy, you've got to win first prize."

"HRNG, HRNG," snorted Elsa again, and crammed greasy hash into her mouth.  It spilled all over her cascading belly rolls, covering her in its delectable mess.

FRRRT!  FRRRRTT!!  BRRRRTTTT!!!

The last fart was noticeably deeper, and was truly rancid.  Elsa put a hand on her belly rolls.  "Anna, I've got to…"

Anna nibbled on her ear.  FRRT! Elsa farted in excitement.  Anna tickled her huge breast.  "Go on, piggy," she cooed, flicking Elsa's nipple, "make a mess."

Near climax, Elsa needed no further prompting.  She gave a little push-

BRRRFFFFFTTT

And promptly shat herself, loosing an enormous load.  It oozed out of her ass crack, staining her silk sheets.  The flow continued for a solid minute before it tapered off.

The smell made Anna's eyes water- but her panties were soaking wet.  "Good girl," she said, kissing her on the cheek.  She hopped off of her enormous sister.  "I'll go get the cleaning staff.  Be right back!"

She dashed away.  Elsa reached her fat hands out; they were just long enough for her to grab her nipples.  "HRNG! HRNG!  HRNG!" she snorted, and shifted back and forth, a true pig, wallowing in her own filth.  It brought her to explosive climax- yet another thing the cleaning staff would have to deal with.