Fat Wives of Ostia Part 2

Still, in any case, Priscilla had been very fortunate for a lot of her life. She had been adopted into a family of nobles, but she was still loved as much by her parents as if they were her genuine child. She had survived in that great war despite her tender personality and innocent heart. She had also been lucky enough to fall in love with and marry with a talented young mage named Erk. He had been traveling with Serra at the time of them joining Lord Hector's army. One would have expected the two of them to eventually fall in love, but the most detestable kind of woman in Erk's mind was exactly like the pink-haired young healer. Priscilla, on the other hand, was someone he could not only stand but also enjoy being around. When they married, Erk made a personal promise to both Priscilla and himself that he would do everything within his power to help take care of her. The fact that Priscilla was so wealthy thanks to her upbringing made it much easier to give her everything that she could have possibly desired in her life.

Priscilla didn't have to do pretty much anything anymore unless she really wanted to do it. Erk's magic was able to tend to a great number of her needs. When she needed to fetch something from the other room, the object could be lifted up into the air and hovered over to her with Priscilla herself not having to lift even a single finger. When she woke up in the morning, there would already be a platter of various breakfast dishes waiting for her at the foot of her bed. If she needed to put on her shoes to go outside, they would slide themselves right onto her feet. Priscilla thought that it was overbearing at first, but she came around to appreciating all of the pampering and even started expecting it from day to day. Erk had no reason to deny it, as she was his wife and he felt it was his duty to care for her. Even Priscilla's parents were happy to continue providing long into the years of their daughter and her husband living with them. The house's entire staff was basically ordered to do anything Priscilla ordered at any time, putting all other duties as secondary after her. Such treatment was certainly something that even a genuine queen would feel envious for, but it had some very noteworthy side-effects. Priscilla was too naive on her own to notice it, but all of the lazing around and constant eating she did managed to turn her into a rather rotund butterball.

On the same day that Serra wanted to go out for dinner and Farina got caught in the hole of an old house, Priscilla was just waking up from her afternoon nap. She had been snoozing rather peacefully after a heavy lunch, so now it was finally time for her to indulge in an equally hefty dinner. The redheaded young woman pried her eyes open and yawned. Her yawn forced her mouth open wide enough for her double-chin to press into the ring of fat adorning her neck. She rubbed her eyes with a chubby hand. The pillows she was lying her head on were as soft as marshmallows, filled with some of the finest down feathers imaginable. The sun was still present through the window, but it wouldn't be long before it disappeared behind the hills. Priscilla started to heave herself up in her bed. It wasn't the easiest thing for her to do anymore, though she barely thought much of the effort. For her, she had grown rather accustomed to it. As she rose up, her stomach spilled its way over onto her lap. The white gown she had thrown on was something she used to wear more freely in her thinner days. Now, it was barely able to hold on. Actually, it couldn't really hold on at all. As soon as she was sitting up straight, her stomach tore straight through the fabric, leaving a rather wide gap that showed off just how deep and dark her belly-button had become thanks to her over-indulgence. Priscilla opened her mouth and yawned again. She topped it off with a little burp for good measure. She started to lazily scratch at her distended paunch. Suddenly, the drawers nearby flew open. A sewing kit flew out, the light aura surrounding it indicating that it was under the influence of Erk's powerful magic, and it was about to get work fixing the gown before Priscilla noticed the damage. Being as tired and lazy as she was, Priscilla thought nothing of the whole process. More thread had to be used than last time, however. It would soon need to be replaced, or else Priscilla would need an entirely new gown instead. The latter option seemed less desirable. It would be nothing short of an unintended admission to the young woman about her weight gain. Erk, Priscilla's parents and the mansion staff went out of their way not to say a single word about it.

When the gown was finished being mended, Priscilla started to get out of bed to go and retrieve dinner. She had slippers applied to her feet before she had even lifted her heft off of the mattress. Said mattress creaked behind her as she rose, but it was yet again something else that went straight over her head. Priscilla tugged at her underwear on her chunky bottom. It sure liked to ride up a lot these days. But it was still nothing that Priscilla thought to be genuinely wrong with her current circumstances. In her mind, all was right with the world. Not a single thing out of place. She literally didn't care if she was over 300, nearing 400 pounds. Getting to be so lazy and pampered and living in this noble lifestyle was certainly wondrous enough.

The door opened for Priscilla, allowing her to waddle her way out of her bedroom and into the main corridor. When she did, another door flew wide open so that a massive silver platter of decadent treats and snacks could fly over to accompany her. Erk's magic was present all over the mansion, and it was always somewhere that Priscilla needed it most in order to attend to her daily needs. As the platter hovered next to her, Priscilla lazily reached over and scooped some cookies into her chubby fist. She thrust them into her mouth and swallowed them after only a few seconds of lackadaisical chewing. She was about to eat dinner, but it didn't really matter to her if she had a little snack, or two, beforehand. Priscilla continued to snack as she waddled along. Even when she began breathing heavily from the effort of her trek, she still kept on eating, as she could think of doing nothing else. Her gown was still strained tight around her midsection, though it wasn't really doing much better everywhere else on her form, and it was only a vain hope that it wouldn't end up ripping and tearing in certain places all over again. Priscilla licked the crumbs off of her lips. She was still so hungry despite everything she had just eaten.

"O-Oh! Lady Priscilla! H-H-Hello! Good afternoon! How are you doing?" One of the maids stiffened in place when she saw Priscilla come lumbering around the corner.

The redhead flashed a sweet smile, framed in between two gelatinous jowls. "I'm doing just fine! UURP! Oh, excuse me! Hee hee! I've been, um, a little gassy lately, I suppose! Um, are the chefs cooking up dinner right now?"

"Oh, they are! In fact, if you head to the buffet hall right now, you'll be able to eat right away, my lady!"

"Thank you so much!"

The maid let her eyes follow after Priscilla as the heavy-set troubadour marched on. She let out a great sigh. Every day, every time she saw Priscilla face to face, it was always dangling on the tip of her tongue to point out how morbidly obese the lady had become. Obviously, she couldn't bring herself to actually say it ultimately, and she doubted that she ever would. It wasn't her business to say something that could put her occupation in jeopardy. Priscilla's husband, or at least her parents, should have said something to her about it a long, long time ago, honestly. Now she was so fat, she likely wouldn't ever be able to muster up the effort to lose the pounds ever again. She was basically stuck this way forever. The only way to go was 'up' in terms of fatness.

Priscilla barged into the buffet hall (with Erk's magic unlocking the doors) and was immediately struck in the face by such delicious, mouthwatering aromas. She nearly started drooling by the time she made it to her seat. Erk's magic was right there to help her, pulling out the enormous throne far enough so that his wife could rest her big, pillowy cheeks down on top of it. She hadn't yet noticed that her chair was much wider than any of the others in the dining hall, and that was because her backside always managed to fill up the entire seat. Priscilla rubbed her belly again. Her stomach folded and bent to the touch of her fingers, acting as easily manipulated as a large wad of dough about to be baked into bread. Priscilla wanted to eat so badly. All of the snacks she'd consumed earlier didn't mean anything while she was as hungry as she was right now. The waiter on hand pushed the first dish towards her. It was a huge mound of pasta coated in a thick layer of alfredo cheese sauce and basil, with shredded shrimp and chicken mixed into it. When Priscilla took her first forkful, her taste-buds were greeted with a powerful, almost spicy combination of flavor, but it was so good at the same time. It made her just want to keep eating and eating.

It didn't occur to her that it was odd that she was the only one present eating. That was when Erk, her adoring husband, strode into the banquet hall by himself. His presence had been felt all around the mansion thus far, but this was the first time that Priscilla got to see him in person for quite a while today. She waved over at him, causing her upper-arm fat to flap around against her equally fatty armpit. Erk offered a less enthusiastic wave in response. He could tell from a single glance that his wife was looking bigger than ever right now. He could only imagine what her weight would be right now. She still wasn't as big as Serra, that girl was literally as humongous as her personality, but she was definitely more out of shape and on a quick path to growing that big eventually. Erk took the seat beside his wife. He reached over and gently brushed away a small droplet of alfredo sauce on Priscilla's cheek.

"How are you enjoying your meal, my love?"

"It's - MMPH - so good, Erk! Oh, and those treats you sent to me earlier were really nice too! Hee hee hee!" Priscilla laughed, right before she scooped even more pasta into her mouth. She reached over to take some bread from the newly-placed basket. The bread was completely fresh, and it had some garlic butter melted onto it before serving. It was just as good as the pasta. Priscilla ate both at the exact same time. Her cheeks bulged out so much so that they looked like they could have burst. But she had such a happy expression on her face, Erk didn't want to say a thing to put her down.

"I'm so glad to hear it." Erk managed to come up with.

Priscilla swallowed down the food after chewing enough. "MMPH! Ah, uh, Erk, I was wondering about something lately...well, maybe not 'lately', but right now, heh heh heh..."

"What would that be, my love?" Erk inquired of her.

"W-Well, you don't think...maybe...just maybe...I'm being a bit too indulgent lately or anything? I don't want to seem like I'm easting too much all of the time or anything like that...heh..."

Erk only considered any other options for just a second or two. Then he shook his head. "No, you haven't done a thing wrong, my dear. If you did, I would be certain to inform you of that." Erk was usually not the...kindest...when it came to his interactions with women, but Priscilla was a very special case. She was his wife after all, and he was smart enough to know to treat such a person with the upmost love, care and respect. He just didn't have the heart to tell her that she had gotten rather fat, that was all. He was somewhat baffled on how she had never come to realize what was going on herself. Surely she would have noticed how much more difficult it was for her to move around and do things like she used to.

But Priscilla seemed just as happy and carefree as ever, scarfing down more pasta like it was going out of style. Once she polished off both the bread and the pasta, the second course was brought in for her to indulge in. It was a massive bowl of hot soup filled with cubes of succulent beef, steamed vegetables, a handful of spices to enhance the flavor, and a dusting of cheese on top. Priscilla let out what could only be described as a mewl of complete and utter pleasure upon slurping down the first helping on her spoon. Her whole body seemed to jiggle and bounce to express how ecstatic she was. Erk smiled to himself. He had to admit, it was rather charming, his wife's eating habits. He didn't wish to encourage such bad eating habits, but he could not get over how cute she was when she did it nonetheless. Serra truly had nothing on this woman. Priscilla was so, so much better than her. If he said any of this in front of Oswin's face, his own face would likely not resemble anything left but a dark pit, but those were Erk's true feelings regardless. It wasn't unusual for a man to think his wife was above all the rest, though.

Priscilla had cleaned out more than half of the bowl before a sudden idea came to her. "Oh! Erk! I just thought of something!"

"Hmm? What would that be?"

"Do you think we could, um, go out for a quick ride on the horses after I finish dinner?" Priscilla inquired, making sure to bat her eyelashes in the cutest manner possible.

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea. I think we should do that. It's been a while since you've last ridden one of your horses, isn't that right?"

"Heh...you're right about that...I miss getting to ride on top of my Buttercup..." Priscilla frowned. She had many horses, but her favorite two were Caramel and Buttercup. She liked to name her equines after different treats, which seemed to really represent just how much food dominated her thoughts and her life in general these days. Priscilla went straight back to eating. She even ate a little faster so that she would be available for the riding quicker.

Priscilla ate and ate until she was finally full. Of course, that was a process that took a good amount of time to finish, and by the last meal her stomach was already aching and groaning from the pressure of agonizing stuffedness. Erk had to help his wife out of her chair without the aid of magic, as she was unable to muster up the strength to stand on her own. Priscilla burped a few times into her fist. She apologized and excused herself for every single one. Erk helped lead his wife through the mansion and outside towards the track in the backyard. Erk's magic was able to open every door they passed through. Priscilla didn't even have to go through the effort of unlocking the hatch for Buttercup's stable, as it was all done automatically. The white horse whinnied at Priscilla upon seeing her. Erk felt a tad guilty for what he was about to condone. He hoped that Buttercup's spine was as strong as the rest of him appeared to be.

"Are you ready to get on, Priscilla?"

"I - HFF - I think - HFFF - I think so - HAAH - just give me - BWUURP - a moment or two...heh...heh heh...PHEW..."

Priscilla managed to hoist herself up onto the horse with the help of a rather tall (and sturdy) stepping stool. Erk stood behind Priscilla the entire way to ensure that she did not end up hurting either herself or Buttercup. However, the horse immediately knew something was wrong the instant that it felt one of Priscilla's massive legs, thicker than most stone pillars, drape over its back. Applying such a large amount of force at once onto the back of the equine was too dangerous for it, but Erk didn't say anything. It helped matters none that Priscilla's butt was too large to properly fit on Buttercup, let alone the saddle that was supposed to support her. Finally, Buttercup could no longer withstand another second of this misbehavior. The horse let out a shriek and tried to run away from whatever oppressive weight was currently pushing down onto its back. This didn't do Priscilla any favors. Erk cast a spell as quick as he could. He managed to move a mound of hay over underneath the tremendous troubadour as she tumbled backwards. Buttercup dashed out into the field as Priscilla was left lying on the ground behind it, at a total loss with herself. She hadn't seen that one coming. Not at ALL.

"Oww..."

"A-Are you alright, Priscilla? Are you hurt? Let me see if I can use a healing spell on you!" Erk was at his wife's side before she had the chance to sit up properly. Another loud rip indicated that her riding gear had gone and ruptured just like her gown had earlier. There was no time to spend trying to mend it, though. Not while Priscilla was potentially injured or worse.

"I...I can't believe..." Priscilla was speechless. She was out of breath and at a loss for words, but she was otherwise completely unharmed, and that was enough to make Erk feel some sense of relief.

"I'm glad you're okay, Priscilla."

"I can't believe it...I'm too big for Buttercup...aren't I?" Priscilla looked over at her husband, her face both fat and forlorn.

"You're..." Erk paused. However, his momentary absence in speech was enough to tell Priscilla what it was that she was already thinking about herself.

"I'm..." Priscilla had never looked so downcast, not for many years. It made Erk's heart ache to see her in this state. Neither of them said anything more, because there was no need to say anything. Priscilla was starting to wake up to just how far she had let herself go.

The two of them walked/waddled out of the stables together, Erk using both of his arms to help keep his heavyset wife on her feet. Priscilla hadn't suffered any wounds, but her head was still spinning from both being thrown off the horse and from the revelation about her own fatness. Buttercup was still running around the track to get away from its owner. A pair of handlers had already been sent after the steed to try and calm it down. Erk led his wife over to a bench so that she could get off of her feet. Priscilla didn't even thank her husband, as her focus was squarely on the big belly splayed over her lap. Her stomach was so HUGE. She had once been so thin long ago during the days of the war. Where had all of that fitness gone? Why was she so large now? Did she truly eat so much? Thinking more and more about it, there was a chance that she had indulged more than she intended...but food was so good...everything she ate was so filling and so delicious...there was almost nothing she could think of that wasn't worth eating...she always wanted more of it. More, more, more. If there was one word that she had been accustomed to uttering with confidence these days, it was the word 'more'. Even right now, her hunger was starting to get the better of her. Her belly growled. Erk tried to pretend like he had not noticed anything.

"I'm so sorry, Erk." Priscilla whimpered so quietly it was almost inaudible.

"What was that?"

"I let myself get so...get so...get so FAT! I've gotten so fat and...and...!" Priscilla wailed out loud.

Before her emotions could come flooding forth entirely, Erk did what he could to help calm her. He used his magic to bring out a napkin in his breast pocket. With it, he was able to wipe away the tears threatening to pour down her chubby cheeks. He smiled at her, solemnly so, but still a smile meant to show he felt nothing wrong with her. He wanted her to be happy, after all. Erk was not the best when it came to displaying his emotion properly. His dedication to the arcane arts and the study of it kept him somewhat 'emotionally stunted' for a good deal of his life. That was why he couldn't stand girls like Serra, who were so exuberant and extroverted that it was head-spinning. But he had gotten better over the years thanks to Priscilla. He wished he could tell her more on what he really felt for her and her weight gain, but words failed him. So he tried to spin things into a positive narrative to help her look on the bright side again.

"You don't need to worry. It isn't uncommon for women of your...noble status...to be larger than most. After all, you have the means in which to be able to eat as much as you please without concern of running low. That isn't something to be ashamed of, it's something to be proud of. Not only that, but it's also a good sign of your status and how much of a positive life you lead. There's nothing to be concerned for here, Priscilla. There was once a queen from long ago, Queen Barellia, who was said to have weighed over a thousand pounds, but she lived every second of every day as content as could be. She was well-respected and even adored by those who served her. Attending to her appetite was considered one of the greatest honors that any chef could take on! You should be proud that you're well on your way to becoming a woman such as her! Though...you don't have to gain THAT much weight..."

Erk had not been lying when he told Priscilla the story of Queen Barellia. Granted, she wasn't quite so famous as he made it out to sound. She did not live very long before being replaced by a younger, thinner Queen and she was left to starve without enough wealth to sustain her gluttony. She was, at best, a cliff-note from the annals of history, but Erk managed to recall her from his studies at the very best time possible. Priscilla sniffed. Then she sniffed again. After dabbing her eyes with the floating cloth again, she started to let herself begin to smile rather than retain the frown of earlier.

"You really mean it? It's...it's okay for me to be like this? It's just par for the course?" Priscilla wiped her eyes a few more times for good measure.

"Well, something like that, I suppose." Erk offered an uneasy shrug.

"Oh, thank you so much, Erk! That makes me feel so much better! I truly appreciate it! Thank you! Thank you! I'll try and keep on being the best noble that I can be for you, mom and dad!"

Priscilla gave Erk the biggest, tightest, squishiest hug that she could possibly give. Erk was only able to withstand having his ribs crack because his magic was able to keep him safe. He did what he could to return the hug in earnest, but his arms were mostly pinned to his sides by Priscilla's big bingo wings. Still, he was happy with his little story having such a grand effect on his wife, and he hoped that she would keep her head high in earnest for the future. After all, nothing was more uplifting for him than the smile of his beloved.

At the same time, Priscilla's adopted mother and father were keeping watch on the pair from a window high above. They both knew that Priscilla had gained an unnatural amount of weight and only seemed to keep growing bigger over time. They loved Priscilla as if she were their own flesh and blood, but they were still concerned for her and the public image she carried as such an overweight woman. The couple would often tell others that they were proud of her because it was, in a way, representative of their own capabilities in caring for her. After all, no one from the neighboring countries would have been able to afford sustaining such a hearty appetite without breaking the bank. Hopefully a day would come where they would be able to properly deal with Priscilla's fatness, but for now her happiness was the prime concern of everyone living on this estate. It likely would always stay as such. Priscilla would never be fitting into her old uniform at any point ever again, and that was simply the way of things. There was no way you could stop a fatty like her from wanting to eat three helpings a meal or have a few extra desserts after dinner.

"Ah, Erk, I just had another great idea!"

"What is it this time?"

"Well, I was thinking...why not have a party? And invite all of our friends? It's been such a long time! And we can have a feast!"

"You know...that...that might not be such a bad idea..."

It would take a few days to prepare it, but a dinner party was definitely placed into the works.

Serra, Farina and Priscilla had all gotten extraordinarily fat, adapting to a life of sloth and hedonism with open, flabby arms after the war had ended. But there was still one more to be addressed about today. She had already been mentioned several times before, mostly out of jealousy and just a tad bit of spite on the end of Farina. Her older sister, the former leader of the Pegasus Sisters, Fiora was now the wife of the Marquess of Pherae. That effectively made her royalty, one of the most powerful and influential women in the entire country. She had ended up winning over the heart of the brave and noble Eliwood, who was more than pleased to take her in as his bride after the war's conclusion. Fiora was rather used to being the one that everyone looked to for guidance. As the leader of her small band, she had been depended upon to both keep Farina in check and ensure that Florina wasn't running away from every confrontation. To be a leader was essentially something that ran in Fiora's blood. She wasn't so used to being shown so much pampering by others. When she moved into Eliwood's mansion, she was beset by all of the maids and butlers looking to appeal to her every desire, to give her everything that she requested every single time. Fiora was used to giving, but now she was being given the chance to receive.

In the beginning, Fiora tried to simply keep up with it all. When she wasn't able to, she comforted herself primarily with food to help calm down. There was a LOT of food available, after all. Over time, though, Fiora's mindset about her predicament started to take a drastic change. It could easily be said that she was thankful for the attention hoisted upon her, but soon she found herself coveting it more than she initially intended. Dark and hedonistic desires, a powerful hunger, manifested inside of her where it had not existed before. Fiora was a good woman, but she wasn't someone who had a whole lot of life experience outside of war and training for war. Her talents as a pegasus knight didn't prepare her for what kind of alterations a life of peace would bring. Eliwood did nothing to prevent these changes. He was so madly in love that he probably couldn't see it. The mansion staff did nothing but help facilitate it further. A taste of the good life was enough to corrupt this woman and turn her into an insatiable hog. She liked to think of herself as a 'good person' still, but a 'good person' wouldn't find the fact that other women were so much fatter than she was as a reason to invoke envy. Fiora wanted to be BIGGER than them all.

"Would you be so KIND as to hurry up and bring me more? I need - BWUUURP - more food! I desperately need to eat MORE!"

The maid bowed her head as quickly as she could muster, turning on her heel right afterward so she could dash back to the kitchens. Fiora sighed out loud, leading into another hearty belch. It was so hard to be able to rely on these people when they continued to bring her such meager amounts of food. She was so hungry all of the time these days, and no matter how much she tried to express that to them, they simply did not seem to listen. Fiora scarfed down what remained of the chicken leg she had been clutching and tossed the stripped bone onto her plate. Munching furiously, she wanted to get everything down inside of her. She needed to have as much food as possible inside her stomach, that way she could start growing further. Her stomach was already pooching out far enough to fill her lap, but it wasn't what she wanted. Bigger was better, a creed that she intended to follow every single day.

Fiora had taken to her impending obesity in a much different form from the other women. She was not like Serra, who took her newfound girth for what it was and learned to live with it. She was not like Farina, who didn't want to be fat but was too lazy and too greedy to change that. She was not like Priscilla, who was too naive to understand that she had turned herself into a humongous butterball. Fiora knew she was fat, she was willing to accept that about herself, and she was working as hard as she possibly could to get FATTER. After seeing Priscilla so large for the first time during a get-together a few months prior, it had spurred Fiora to want to try and outeat her, outgrow her. To be large and obese was a perfect representation of one's own country, she had figured. As the Queen, it was her duty to be able to properly represent her people. What better way to do that than to prove that their land was so fruitful in its endeavors that she could afford to become so fat so comfortably? It was probably a rather outrageous plan to most, but Fiora was sticking with it. She was too much ingrained in her new gluttonous habits to change things, anyway.

"More! Bring me more! I - BWOOORRP - want - BLOOOORRRRRUUURP - more!"

Fiora had already eaten a large amount of food for dinner that night. In the morning, she had several egg omelets, a stack of toast, an entire pitcher of orange juice and a few peanut butter crackers to tide her over until lunch. When lunch came around, she scarfed up so many roasted beef sandwiches with coleslaw and peppers that she was left belching loud enough to make the house rumble. Now that dinner came, she was basically gorging on an entire turkey, a bowl of mashed potatoes with garlic, vegetables of all types and sizes, and some apple pie to top things off. Fiora managed to find so much room in her stomach for these meals because she was willing to push herself. In her mind, the other three girls didn't push themselves hard enough. They could have gotten so much bigger if they really wanted to. Fiora could always feel her tremendous tummy crying out, desperately wanting to be filled up more and more and more until it was big enough to burst out of her dress. Fiora had yet to tear open a seam, but it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. Fiora ate because she both wanted to eat and she wanted the food to make her get fatter. She was the only one where becoming larger was her actual goal.

"HWWWWWWWUUURRRRRRUURRRPP!"

Fiora took a swig from her goblet and belched mightily enough that the buffet hall's windows shuddered. The maids on duty were rather terrified of the young woman, not that they would ever admit it to her face. They had once respected her back when she first arrived as Eliwood's new bride. Now, though, they could only wish that she would eat herself to the point of being unable to leave her room anymore. Fiora was not always the worst; she didn't throw plates or empty goblets at their heads nor did she threaten to have them thrown out on the street if they weren't 'fast enough' to her liking. However, she was constantly demanding that they have more food made for her, even at the most troublesome of hours. Fiora making a request for a snack in the middle of the night was not an uncommon thing. She was a demanding woman and there was nothing that the staff could do but begrudgingly apply themselves to the work.

"Ahh...I think...I think I might be getting a little full..." Fiora murmured aloud.

She reached down underneath the table and started to stroke at her big belly. She had grown a fair amount since taking on this new passion in weight gain. What had once been firm, fit abdominal muscles had turned into this doughy, pulpy, flabby ball of flab. She couldn't even clutch her stomach in her own hands because there was just so much of it now. It would seep through the gaps between her fingers and even over her hands themselves. Her gut had barely any definition to it. It was all just loose, wobbly flesh, its only reason for existence being that Fiora had extremely poor eating habits. The rest of her body had been showing some good signs of growth too, though. Her arms were becoming wider and squishier, especially around where her biceps USED to be. Her breasts had filled out more. Her buttocks were making the chair underneath her creak. In fact, every time she so much as leaned forward to snatch some bread off of the table, the chair would continue to make its ominous squeals. It likely wouldn't last for much longer.

A sick sense of curiosity suddenly overtook Fiora. If she could eat enough to break her chair, that would certainly be a nice claim to fame on how large and voluptuous she was making herself. All of the sudden, it felt like her stomach had a whole lot more room in it. Fiora licked her lips. She hoped that the chefs were nearly done preparing the next few meals. She was hankering for something nice, heavy and filling.

"Fiora? Are you in here?"

Eliwood had finished signing his signature on a tower's worth of documents. Now he wished to be able to spend some time with his wide wife. Of course, if she wasn't in her bedroom, in the gardens or in the library, she was more than likely spending her free time in the banquet hall. He had never done anything to stop his wife from gaining weight and in fact he was happy to encourage it when need be. It seemed like Fiora was enjoying herself a great deal. Though she was so heavy, she was still very soft, and Eliwood felt like that was a perfect representation of his wife's personality. She was willing to bear many heavy burdens, but she still had all of the gentleness of a kitten in her personality. He loved her very much, so of course he wanted to be supportive. When he entered the banquet hall, he found that he was right on the money with his suspicions about Fiora's location. The heavyset queen was busy gulping down porridge like it was going out of style. A maid and a butler stood on either side of her, holding enough plates of food to feed an entire family. She must have been eating for hours now, Eliwood could only guess. He wondered how much more she would be able to eat tonight. If he could recall, every proceeding night since last week, Fiora had been showing signs of being able to stuff for longer periods before stopping. She was doing so well when it came to her stuffing goals.

"Mmmph...GUUUWRRURP...ahh...h-hello...dear..." Fiora said. She spoke out to Eliwood while still stuffing her face with bread and meat.

"How are you enjoying dinner, Fiora?" Eliwood smiled back at her.

"Oh, it's fabulous! Just - BWUURP - fabulous! I'm...I'm almost...!" Fiora started to say, only for her words to be cut off short when her chair's creaking grew even louder.

"Huh?"

"It's almost there! Just let me...let me...BWUUUURROOORP...eat a little more!" Fiora shoved another slice of sauce-drenched ham into her mouth.

"Are you alright, Fiora?"

Fiora didn't answer. She was still determined to keep eating. She kept shoveling in more food, going faster and faster. Crumbs and splotches of food spilled all around her face and chest. The chair's groans were beginning to reach a fevered pitch. They wouldn't be able to go on for much longer, and neither could Fiora's stomach capacity. Eliwood watched, his breath catching in his throat. There was something sort of incredible about all of this. He didn't know if he could say he found larger women appealing, but Fiora, well, he certainly found her appealing regardless of her appearance or her actions. She could have been a literal blob, but he would still find something about her that he simply couldn't help but gush over. Eliwood kept his eyes pinned on his wife as she swallowed a large spoonful of fattening slop for herself. Whatever she was eating, it was barely even recognizable anymore, but it tasted delicious, and that along with it being fattening were the only things that actually mattered to Fiora.

"Mmmph...! Mmmmuurrp! MMMMMMBBBBUUUURRRRPP!"

Suddenly, just as Fiora was belching at her very loudest, the chair was finally unable to withstand supporting her poundage any longer. The legs of the chair cracked in half. Fiora tumbled straight down towards the floor, yelping and burping at the very same time. Her fat legs flew up in front of her as she flopped onto her back. Her huge stomach tore itself through her dress. Several other pieces of clothing were riddled with rips and tears all at the same exact time. A maid and Marquess Eliwood both rushed to the young woman's side. Fiora couldn't easily get up on her own, not while she was as big as she was. The best that she was able to manage was a helpless flailing of her chubby limbs while lying on her back. Her butt kept her lifted a few inches off of the ground. Her stomach was mainly the thing that held her down. It did not help matters when she was as thoroughly stuffed as she was right now. Fiora burped again when Eliwood started to rise her up.

"There you are...h-hold on, my dear, you'll be standing again soon..."

"Ugh...I don't want to stand...my stomach hurts so much...I just want to lie down and take a nap...BWUUURP...and get bigger..." Fiora moaned out.

"Heh, I'm sure you'll be quite massive by the time this all digests, my dear." Eliwood reached down and lightly tapped his finger against Fiora's stomach, prompting his wife to burp yet once more.

Fiora had only just managed to get onto her feet again, unsteady and bloated as all get out, when the banquet hall doors flew wide open. A butler dashed up to the lord and lady of the house with a letter clutched in hand. Eliwood wasn't in the mood to read a letter, but he took interest in it when he noticed the seal. It was the seal of House Caerleon, from which Priscilla the troubadour hailed. Fiora was still munching away like she always did, but she wanted to know what her 'rival' in gaining was up to.

"Open it! I need to know what she's been up to!" Fiora said, shoving little roasted potato wedges and slices of mozzarella cheese into her mouth.

Eliwood cut open the letter with a knife off of the table. What he read inside rather surprised him, if he could be honest. "It seems that Priscilla is interested in having a dinner party. We're invited."

"A dinner party..." A small trail of drool trickled down the front of Fiora's chins. She had literally stuffed herself enough that she broke her chair. Yet here she was, already thinking about her next meal and looking forward to it with great anticipation. "We have to go, I think!"

"I agree. I think it's been too long since we've seen our friends. It's time for a party!"

And so they would go. The party would not be for another week, but the couple was already looking to get the preparations ready. Eliwood had to ensure that they had available transportation, proper party clothes, and that the status of their invitation was confirmed. Fiora, meanwhile, had to make sure that she put on a few extra pounds so as to surprise Priscilla. She didn't know that Priscilla wasn't playing into this rivalry of theirs at all. Fiora simply wanted to be bigger than her and it was all because of her own personal feelings. Eliwood didn't try to bring his wife down and explain this to her, though. He just hoped that she and Priscilla would get along at the party anyway.

Someone else who happened to be invited to the party was Lord Hector himself along with his wife, the lovely Lyndis of the Sacean Plains. She had once been a brave and powerful warrior who fought alongside both Eliwood and Hector during the war. She had basically been on the same level as the two generals, leading the armies to victory time and time again. Hector and Lyn found love in one another in the waning days of the conflict, and now they were king and queen of Ostia. Lyn wanted to go to the party because she wanted to see their friends again. Hector was slightly more reluctant because of the volume of his work, but he quickly changed his tune on attending when he found out Eliwood would be there too. He had heard many a tale about how 'well-fed' some of the former soldiers had been as of late. That especially included the lovely hostess Priscilla herself.

On the eve of the party, Hector and Lyn strode up the front stairs in their finest suit and gown. They had gotten a chance to speak with Erk and Priscilla back at the entrance. The only thing that was really on their minds right then was just how HUGE the troubadour had gotten since they last saw her.

"It's pretty obvious that they're letting her eat what she wants to make her happy, even if it's making her...big..." Lyn remarked to herself.

"They're trying to save face by making up lies about how it's something worth showing off. They're not fooling anyone. But I still like the girl, believe me." Hector insisted to his wife.

The two of them continued to whisper to one another under their breaths as they wandered into the main ballroom. There were already so many people there, both familiar faces and fresh, new ones, but they were all people of high status and great wealth. Hector wasn't the kind of man who liked to gush about his splendor and he certainly didn't flaunt his position as a Marquess. He wanted to go speak with Eliwood and the few old war buddies of his when he got the chance. However, for the time being, Lyn had her slender arm wrapped around his bulging bicep, so he wasn't going to leave her by herself. Life was hard as a married man.

'Ah, but really, I wouldn't have it any other way.' Hector admitted to himself from inside his own head.

Lyn was no more a fan of the giggling, cackling ladies in make-up who wore big hair and even bigger dress skirts. Lyn had her eyes focused in the direction of one such group of wenches. However, what she was staring at was not them but rather the impressive display of treats and appetizers on display on the table behind them. There was a chocolate fountain so tall that it towered over even the biggest of guests. Hector chuckled as soon as he noticed that starry-eyed look on his beloved's face.

"If you wanna go stuff your face, be my guest. I don't mind. It's a party! Indulge yourself!"

"Oh, you just WISH I got as big as Priscilla, don't you?" Lyn scoffed.

Hector shrugged. "...I'm sure you would be able to wear it well..."

Lyn didn't quite know what to say about that. She didn't even know what to think, for that matter. Hector didn't elaborate. Still, her hunger eventually got the better of her, and Lyn released Hector's arm so she could get herself something to eat. The large man let his gaze follow after her. He wondered if things would start to change...in a softer kind of way...if Lyn were to spend more time around the likes of Serra, Priscilla and Eliwood's wife Fiora. One could only hope.