>>9477
That was a weeb-lord story that got taken down by DA. I can't put it on pastebin and DA removed it, so here it is:
“Bring her here!” the voice rang out, its shrill haughtiness echoing against the vast expanse of the marble walls.
A girl, dainty and thin with dark black hair and mousy features, was grabbed roughly on either side by a pair of muscular, heavily armored guards. “N-no! Please!” she begged, kicking her legs impotently in the air. Her figure, so scant it looked as though it might disperse at a stiff breeze, looked all the more diminutive in comparison to the owner of the demanding voice.
Words failed to describe how monstrously fat the girl – the lump’s gender was unclear at first glance, but the ribbons in her hair and the rosy blush in her cheeks suggested an air of femininity – was. In any case, she was clearly far too large to move nearly any part of her body. Wide as a well-built wagon and as bloated as a goose fattened for Christmas, with a gut that flowed down past her feet, and hips that held her fat-swollen palms up above her eye level, she was nothing short of elephantine. Her cascading flow of chins rippled hypnotically as she gasped, “Thought you could… hff… report on me to father, hmm?” She shifted her bulk, rocking back and forth like a rich pudding that has been jostled. “Wanted a… hahhh… a promotion for yourself, reporting on a princess, is that it?!”
The tiny girl, dressed in the subdued servant’s uniform of a black dress and white apron, was held firmly in place in front of the horrifically overgrown blob. She shook her head furiously from side to side and stuttered, terrified, “N-no! I… I was merely asked to…”
“Silence!” the unbelievably obese girl screamed. She was young, clearly, as even beneath the thin film of sweat and grease one could see that her skin is supple, and the folds in it were due only to the incredible accumulation of flab on her body. Of the handmaidens and guards inside the palatial chamber, she was the youngest, perhaps not even of marriageable age. The question of how one could become so enormous in such a short time was quickly answered, as a nearby servant silently held a large handful of candied nuts before the girl’s engorged, flame-colored cheeks.
In her horror, the servant girl’s mind drifted back to the princess’s younger days, when she had been scarcely as high as an adult’s waist. This was back when the princess was a precious little thing and still thin enough (though by no means was she ever skinny, that anyone could recall) that she might waddle about the halls under her own power. Her cock, the unmistakable sign of a lady of the royal family, had always been far too large for her, swinging about and awkwardly bumping into her thighs as she traipsed about. Even at that age, she’d shown a precocious sadistic streak, some malicious dominance, and would demand that random servants of the house should service her at a moment’s notice.
They’d taken it as a game then – for the palace was not known for its moderation or shyness of excess, and utter fealty to royalty was a foregone conclusion – playing at receiving her into their mouths and relieving their darling little princess, but they were rarely laughing when they were left with a belly so large it split their dress and needed to be cradled in both arms. The princess would laugh and waddle off, her plump testicles shrunken only slightly in size, seeking some snack or another unsuspecting servant to fill. It only grew worse and worse until… this.
“Mnff… Nnghlp… Urrrp…” Her lips and tongue furiously slurped at the sugary treat, her jaw clearly being the only thing that does much of any work on her body. Her fingers wriggle uselessly in sheathes of fat, and her feet are entirely enveloped in curtains of leg flab that pour down over her toes. “Sho… Tashty…” she moaned, an amorous blush coloring her cheek-loaves, which spilled out on either side of her face nearly back to her ears. A wicked glint alighted in her eyes as they turned back to the girl being held in front of her. Her voice was slightly ragged and her breath came in harsh gasps as she shouted, “I am… hff… ready… You may begin!”
The tiny girl clearly knew what was going to happen to her, and clearly knew that she did not want it to happen. “No… no, y-you can’t…!” she cried, still kicking and swinging futilely.
The princess grinned evilly, watching as the girl was dragged closer and closer to her. From beneath her heavy gut-blanket, something small and reddish began to appear, poking out ever so slightly from the massive wad of flesh. Before anyone could wonder what it was, two guards stationed on either side of the lard-balloon reached down and lifted her enormous stomach, their muscles straining with the weight.
It revealed something unthinkable – a massive cock, easily the size of the smaller girl and then some, four or five feet long and wide as a tree trunk. Its tip was red and engorged, and with every offered pastry the princess gobbled down like a starving animal, it grew even larger. Two plump, round testicles could be seen at its base, each nearly filled to bursting with seed.
“Urrp… Endure your punishment… mmpph… and I shall… hff… consider restoring you to your position,” the ridiculously well-endowed little ball of fat wheezed as she gobbled down treats, her cock throbbing in anticipation with every swallow. Her pillow-sized cheeks rippled mirthfully as she chuckled, “But know that I am… hff… ngshlp… feeling particularly… excited today…”
The tiny girl looked positively terrified as she was forced onto her back. “No, no no no!” she begged, but there was no way for her to resist. The soldiers forced her face-first onto the impossibly overgrown pillar of arousal, tilting her head backwards and somehow managing to contort her jaw and lips around the gigantic shaft. She slid further and further down, the princess’s cock only growing ever larger with the added stimulation.
Finally, wrapped around the little lard-balloon’s member like a condom several sizes too small, the unfortunate servant felt her mistress’s belly fat be let down around her, smothering the tiny girl nearly down to her waist. It was a choking, rolling curtain of flab, blackening her world as though she’d gone blind. The immense discomfort of the shaft and the tremendous weight of all the indulgent fat were more painful and unpleasant than she could comprehend – and yet she knew it was only about to get worse.
The princess moaned as another handful of sweets was offered up to her bloated jowls. “Ah… such a lovely tight little thing… Hfff… Nglp…” she wheezed, swallowing hard. Her teeth glinted out from her cruel smile for a moment. “Shame I musht alwaysh… ngff… stretch them out so… Ahh…”
The fattened tongue of the enormous blob lolled out slightly as the first wave hit her. She gasped, but only for a moment, as her next mouthful was already coming. It was pressed to her lips, thick fudgy cake sliced in thirds, and yet the greedy lump took it in just two bites. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure, and the princess shuddered again.
The girl felt it enter her, the cock down her throat growing ever harder as it released its first load. It sloshed and gurgled as it spilled out from the deeply-buried tip, forcing itself into the girl’s stomach and filling it up instantly. She could see nothing, hear nothing; her entire body was smothered in sweaty, enveloping fat. The only discernable sensation was the growing tightness in her gut, a dull ache that grew and grew as the cock in her mouth became more agitated, filling her with seed.
The princess’s brow grew wrinkled with stress, her pale skin becoming red and splotchy. “Shuch… Hff… Dishobedient shervantsh I have… Ngmphh…” she gasped, her attendant feeding her faster and faster. Despite the increasing pace, her smile yet sagged into a displeased scowl. “Much too shlow…” Her eyes flicked left and right, and she yelled from her lard-wrapped gullet, “G-guardsh! Hff… A… Asshishtance!”
The girl pinned beneath the princess heard this one word, striking fear into her heart. Oh gods, how long has it been since she last had release? Worry echoed anew in the halls of her mind, the alien feeling of her belly beginning to pooch out lost before the terror of the word “assistance”.
All those involved acted with perfect obedience and expedience, no mercy shown for the unfortunate servant girl. A guard took hold of either leg, and four more went behind the princess’s heaving rear end. The latter was a particularly unpleasant position, so bloated with lard that it rose higher than a full-grown man and easily prone to uncouth emissions at the princess’s discretion. They began the “assistance” with little fanfare, each of them pressing in and pulling out on their side, forcing the absurd pair to emulate the thrust and retreat of ordinary coitus.
The princess’s pillow-cheeks relaxed in hedonistic pleasure as her body began to wobble from front to back, her bulk sloshing at the rhythm of a slow dirge. “Ahh… Y-yessh...” moaned the girl, so spoiled she need not even think about the physical exertion of sex. Another mouthful, and the squelching sound from beneath her pillow-blanket grew ever louder.
If the servant girl could have screamed or fought in any way, she certainly would have by now. The princess’s flow accelerated at a frightening pace, slopping royal seed into the girl with the force and cadence of a thundering mountain stream, sputtering and splashing. She felt her stomach swell monstrously, so tight and full that it was capable of pushing up through the princess’s gut-mattress, and a cool breeze tickled the bottom as it reached the outside air. Already she was as round and heavy as a woman ready for birth, and there were no signs of stopping.