August Prompt: A Pregnant Future

Tags: Original characters, Pregfat, Extreme weight gain, Stuffing, explicit sex, immobility, personality change

Kind of went pyscho-mode on this one. I'm not sure how a prompt ended up being 6k words, but here we are!

--- Pregnant Future ---

“Moooooom, can’t we delay another year?” Europhia asked, petulantly stopping her foot. Her words echoed through the large hallways of the maternity center. Europhia stood in the midst of it, her slim and small body dwarfed by the architecture. The maternity center was ancient and majestic, built when the first colonists had entered the star system. To celebrate the safe arrival and first wave of children to be born amidst new stars and planets, the colonists had built it in dedication to the fertility goddess. The center had flourished alongside the colony, slowly growing into the grand sight that it was now. Those who tended the center reaped the rewards of both money and fertility, their offspring going on to become powerful royalty. Maternity had quickly become fashion and from there a status symbol. It was pedestrian to have one or two children, acceptable to have four, and only the wealthiest women could afford to bear scores of children in their wombs. Women very much like Europhia’s mother, Cassilida.

“Itsscch. . .OOOOHHH. . .schimply out of the. . .HAAAAAH. . .queschtion. . .dear.” Cassilida spoke slowly, gritting her teeth as her great and turgid stomach roiled. She was due any moment, a litter of 15 currently churning within her stomach. Cassilida sat upon a mobility throne, her immense bulk spreading to fill every available part of it. She had shining blonde hair, expertly braided and tossed over one shoulder. Her braid snaked down the length of her body, rolling between her gigantic breasts and overtop of a literal hill of babies and fat. With Cassilida’s current wheezing and puffing her stomach was in constant motion. Jiggles spread from a multitude of kicks, almost as if someone was dropping invisible pebbles on to the ocean of blubber. Cassilida had delayed her due date, wanting to conceive on the same day that Europhia was inseminated, creating a good omen for the two of them. “Please. . .pllleeeasscchee. . .hooo.” Cassilida tried to focus her mind. Her body ached in ways both pleasurable and painful. She felt something rising in her stomach, a new pressure forming. “BBBBBBBLLLLRRRRUUUUUUPPP!” She belched, coming to climax from the release. Her body settled for a moment. “Favored. . .oooh. . .daughter of mine. . .pleasscche. . .obey thissch. . .one. . .request.” She stretched out her heavy hand, fingers almost swallowed by palm-fat. Europhia stomped her foot and huffed, but ultimately surrendered to her mother’s request. Cassilida patted her daughter’s hair.

“Mother! It’s just not fair!” Europhia crossed her arms against her large chest as Cassilida played with her pink-gold hair. Though well north of twenty, a life of luxury had done little to mature the young woman. Europhia had done much to avoid any and all responsibilities. She instead spent her time wearing flashy skirts and white tops that laid her midriff bare, dying her long hair different colors, and trying to outspend her other friends when artisan ships docked at port. Her life was one of ease where even the merest notion of tradition was painful. The only reason she had even come this far was for the love she had for her mother. While Cassilida was always pushing her notion of perfection, she was also the same woman that had doted upon Europhia, even outstripping the amount of love and money she gave her hundreds of other children. Even Europhia’s inherent selflessness flagged in the face of familial affection. “Like, just one more year! You’ll be pregnant again anyway.”

“Phia. . .” Was all Cassilida could say. Another large wave of kicks had taken her. She surged with life, pain, and pleasure. Sweat ran across her body, forming in the deep culverts that were her flabby chins. Her arm retracted from Europhia’s head, needing to help brace the expectant mother. She moaned and yelled, pantining in between.

While she hated to admit it, Europhia was moved by what she was seeing. Her mother had delayed and delayed, hoping to sync her time up with Europhia’s. The small, thin woman suddenly felt very ashamed of her behavior. It was the deepest moment of weakness she had ever felt. Her little fists curled, trying to ward off guilt with physical tension. It did not work. Instead, Europhia found herself waving over some of the staff. They came, bearing many medical devices upon their long robes. Half a medical institution and half a religious one, the workers of the maternity center were draped in luxurious robes which covered almost all of their bodies. They swarmed around pair, wordlessly preparing each for their procedures. Cassilida to deliver her brood and Europhia to be blessed with one.

“Fine! But, you had better increase my allowance for the WHOLE time I’m pregnant.” Europhia had to have the last word. She knew her mother was too absorbed in her forthcoming delivery to listen though. All the same, Europhia felt guilty again and hugged her mother. She sank into the mass of blubber, feeling the myriad of kicks and movements. She shuddered, realizing that she would soon be in a similar condition. However, she could not tell if the shudder came from fear or pleasure.

--- 3 Months Pregnant ---

“This is SO awful!” Europhia said, struggling to tug down her shirt over her voluminous stomach. The round, fleshy orb in front of her had grown by leaps and bounds since her pregnancy began. Seemingly every day it had gotten bigger, filling out further and further. “Uuuuugggh, does no one know how to make clothes!” She tugged at her shirt with every other word, trying in vain to stretch a once cute shirt over what looked to be a skin-colored watermelon. Europhia had gotten pregnant in truly grand fashion. She had proven to be every bit as fertile as her mother and then some. Rather than simply 10 children, as was the norm for many first time mothers, she had been given 17. Nearly a score of children now gestated in her stomach. It was pissing the spoiled young princess off. “Sekha! Fetch me better clothes!” Europhia called for her handmaiden.

“Miss Europhia, what about your mother’s suggestion?” Sekha said, coming into the room. She was of an age with Europhia. She was taller than Europhia, nearly reaching 5’8, and had a dusky complexion. Her family had once been as rich and powerful as Europhia’s own, but a series of bad investments had crippled them. They had fallen quickly, devoured by the other houses and families of the colony. Sekha had ended up serving Europhia. While many in her position would hate or despise their employer, Sekha instead saw it as a way to be close to someone. She had seen what had happened to the rest of her family, not wanting to share in their dark fates. So, she accepted that she was bound to a particularly bratty young woman and hoped that rewards might come to her one day. “I think that would be much more comfortable.”

“Yeah, if I was an animal.” Europhia leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, a round orb which conformed to her every position, swaddling her closely. She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. “I will not be going around topless! I’m not one of her exotic harem girls.” Europhia struggled to find a position that conveyed her annoyance. She could no longer comfortably cross her arms over her taut belly and thus was denied her signature move. Instead she balled her fists and kept her arms planted at her sides. “This has been 3 months of hell! I wish it were over.” She sniffed, eyes growing watery.

Sekha slowly walked over to her mistress and knelt by the chair. Europhia’s body was changing leagues faster than her mind was. Her stomach now bulged outward, bigger even than a normal woman’s baby-belly. Her breasts had begun to fill with milk as well, driven by the invisible strings of hormones. There was a softness that had not belonged to the rich heiress before, a softness which was growing. Europhia denied herself the chance to indulge in her pregnancy cravings. In spite of that, Europhia had begun to put on weight. It was only a bit, a simple rounding of her face and widening of her butt. It still, however, spoke to the weight that would come when she finally broke down and started to eat as a noblewoman would. Sekha had seen her fair share of noble pregnancies. It did not take much to turn a stripling like Europhia into a gluttonous monster like her mother. That was, however, if Europhia stopped sabotaging herself. Sekha saw it as her duty to help her mistress overcome her mental hurdles. She summoned her courage, speaking plainly to the other woman. “Miss, far be it from me to tell you how to live your life. . .but I believe that you are looking at this the wrong way.”

“And what would you know?” Europhia scoffed, turning her nose up at her handmaiden.

“I’ve seen many of your mother’s pregnancies and more than a few others.” Sekha leaned over, daring to put a tanned hand on Europhia’s belly. “You are viewing this as a burden. As a responsibility.” Sekha moved her hand slowly across taut baby belly. “Instead, you need to see this as a chance to relax. To be free.” She continued massaging. Europhia wanted to hit the other woman’s hand away, but a sense of sexual gratification was beginning to seep into her. Sekha’s hand trailed almost lazily around her ballooned belly,  pleasure following in its wake. “They eat what they want, wear what they want. . .” Sekha’s words were hypnotic and almost dream-like. She sang them out, listing the various freedoms and liberties that noblewomen took once they had been knocked up. Each new item pulled Europhia out of her petulant anger and down into a strange comfort. She begrudgingly allowed her mind to open to the possibilities listed. Sekha, pleased with the work she had done, finished with a final note. “. . .and fuck who ever they want.” She draped her head onto the chair, her long black hair cascading down and around Europhia’s belly. “You see, this is their way of living a life of ease. A ticket to do anything and still impress others.”

“I. . .I see.” Europhia was stiff in her response. Her conscious mind did not want to relinquish the stubborn hatred for pregnancy that she had built up over years. However, Sekha’s words affected her more deeply than she would admit. “What should I do then?”

“We could start small. Just a little snack. Something that you have been wanting for a while, but never got around to trying.” Sekha spoke, smiling and tilting her head back and forth. Her lips were naturally red and glistened in the light of the chamber. To Europhia’s hormone drenched mind, Sekha looked like something out of an old painting; the daughter of some old Arabian king. The pregnant woman found it hard to resist the offers of her handmaiden. “Come on, now, there is no reason to starve yourself this much.” Sekha raised her eyebrows, trying to put on the final bit of pressure.

“Fiiiiiiine! Just make sure that whatever you bring is good.” Europhia rolled her eyes. “I won’t have that much though.”

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“Mmmmppggh. . .thissch. . .uururrg. . .issch too good!” Europhia said, hours later. She was tearing through fried dough, powered with sugar and drizzled with honey. She held a loaf in either hand, the dough almost the same size as a wheel of cheese. She ripped into them, honey dripping down onto her stomach. She had risen out of her seat, hovering almost menacingly over the little trolley cart that the most recent order of food had come on. She tore the bread with unrepentant, rapacious energy. Behind her lay the carcass of the original trolley of food, littered with plates and dishes. Europhia had intended to eat only a small portion of the food, hardly more than a quarter of what had come on the original tray. However, as the food had made contact with her tongue, she had become insatiable. It was as if her appetite and pregnancy cravings had been truly unleashed. She was the embodiment of maternal hunger, needing to feed the score of children within her belly.

Her stomach was stretched even further than it had been before. It rolled out in front of her as a gigantic balloon might. Its round and pearlescent surface was covered with crumbs and droplets of thick honey. She ate without concern for her appearance, only thinking of filling her roaring belly. “Mmmppmggh. . .mmmpppggh. . .” Europhia moaned through her food, pleasure overtaking her. She went even so far as to rub one of the doughballs on her chest and neck. Flecks and crumbs broke away, littering on her taut, baby-belly. She continued to eat, reveling in the tightness that was spreading across her stomach. Her belly had even begun to turn red. She bent over, putting her elbows on the cart and shaking her shapely butt back and forth. She felt pleasure radiating through her body. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been before, close to gushing from the extreme sexual nature of her feeding. If this was what it meant to take care of her children, then Europhia would never stop. She wanted this pleasure to continue for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, Sekha watched with a smile. She tucked a small vial into the deepest folds of her robes. The sight of her mistress binging like an animal brought her joy on many levels. She was going to watch another noble bloom and begin to reach her full potential. This feeding, while aided slightly by some drugs, would be the first of many. Slowly, Europhia would come to rely more on herself for her appetite and less on the enhancers that Sekha had surreptitiously dripped into the dishes. Sekha was happy to see her lady starting to achieve the greatness that lay within her. She would amass fat, greed, and lust. Sekha hoped that only a fraction of these traits would be showered upon her. There was much to be gained from being the caretaker of a powerful breeding woman. Lastly, Sekha was pleased that she could turn an exceedingly positive report back into Cassilida.

--- 5 months Pregnant ---

“OOOORRRRUUUUPP. . .food. . .oooouuullluupp. . .better be done. . .buuurrruup. . .soon!” Europhia said as she slowly waddled her way into her private eating room. Nearly 700 pounds of pregnant noblewoman entered slowly, seconds passing before each footfall. Her gut entered first, shaking nakedly in time with her movements. It hung down low, resting on top of a hoverboard which was only a foot off of the round. The board struggled to hold the weight of its master’s gut. Further, the board was covered in the sweat, grime, and food runoff from the belly above. Europhia’s belly had become a canvas of food and slop, a tapestry for her unwashed and overfed majesty. The rest of her was little better. As she passed through the door, equally sloppy breasts jiggled through. They were huge, bigger than the udders on most cattle. The same grease and food leavings that decorated Europhia’s belly were present on her breasts. The only part of her that was clean was her nipples, and that was because they were hooked up to hovering milking machines. “I’m HUUUNNNNGRRRRRYY. . .OOORRRUUPP. . .Sekha.” Europhia’s face finally passed through the door, her chins glistening with sweat and slobber. Her once angular, noble face had rounded out into several piles of sagging rolls.

“Of course, Mistress.” Sekha stood before her lady, utterly dwarfed by the rotund pile of rolls pressing forward. The tan woman tapped a pad, summoning the necessary robots from their resting places. It would not be long before yet another feast table was laden to the point of near breakage, ready for Europhia to glut herself.

“BBBLLLEERRRUUUPP. . .” Europhia considered thanking Sekha, but instead decided to save her strength. It had been hard enough to simply walk to the new feasting room. Rooms that had once been dedicated to her other hobbies and sources of amusement had all been converted into eating chambers. Europhia traveled between them all on a daily basis, eating herself to the point of exhaustion before moving on. She waddled through her summer mansion, delighting in nothing other than eating. The drugs that Sekha had spiked Europhia’s food with had changed the pregnant woman more than anyone could have imagined. While she had been off of them for a month, her appetite appeared completely and permanently altered. She was now the embodiment of gluttony, needing to fill her stomach at all costs. “Hope. . .HOORRRUUUP. . .thesscche brats. . .like the. . .food.” She chortled, slapping her stomach with a thick hand. Grease and sweat sprayed away from the impact of her hand in visible clouds that hung in the air. “I can. . .feel them. . .ooohh. . .kicking.” She wheezed, turned on by how out of control both her mind and body was. Europhia was subject to a thousand cravings and impulses, she could not even decide which to follow first. Gluttony had combined with pregnancy to create the perfect storm of wanton selfishness.

Sekha stood aside, allowing her lady to attack the rising tables. She smiled as she noticed the degree to which Europhia’s backside was cleaner than her front. While swimming in visible perspiration and grease from lack of bathing, it was clean of all food smears. Sekha shook her head, pleased with the work that had been done to her lady. Yet, she knew that there was still more to be done.

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“Oooooh. . .Sekha!” Europhia moaned at the end of her feast. She had eaten herself into a stupor once more. The immense woman had slumped into a padded throne, one of the many carebots now acting as a footstool for her swollen cankles. Europhia raised a hand weakly. “Mooore. . .haaah. . .need moooore. . .pleasch.” Her hand slapped back down, falling onto a gigantic belly. Europhia’s pregnant belly followed the same shape as all pregnant, obese woman; though it was blown to extreme proportions. A soft, wobbly shell encased a taut core. The jiggly outer lay traveled downwards, shaking underneath the taut core of her womb and acted as a pillow. She rubbed this soft pillow of fat, alternating between it and her breasts. The milking machines, hovering like hummingbirds around over pollinated flowers, still slurped and suckled at her breasts. Europhia was the center of all gluttony in the universe, the locus of wanton eating and greed. She remained unsatisfied though. There had to be more that she was missing. Her hormone addled brain could not think through the problem, so she instead shifted it to Sekha. “Heeee-OOORRRUUPP. . .help. . .” She whined.

“Of course, My Lady.” Sekha approached, untucking her hands from her robes. She approached the mass of fertile fat with the reverence it was due and knelt by the side of the throne. She wondered if the colonists of old, erecting their maternity center to the fertility goddess, would have imagined this sight taking place. “I know you want more, but we cannot. Even though your brain does not recognize it, you are full to bursting.”

“But. . .but. . .moooooore!” Europhia whined, her pregnancy brain causing a fit to bubble up. “There has to be. . .something!” Tears started to appear at the edges of her eyes. Her mascara ran as great tears flowed down her cherubic face. Pregnancy had not brought on any further maturity within the pink-blonde haired woman. It was another point in Sekha’s notebook of issues to work on. However, there were more important matters to attend to and other lessons to teach.

“May I say something to you, My Lady?” Sekha asked, planning on saying her peace anyway. All the same, it was nice when Europhia nodded. Her chins squashed down, grease rolling out of them. “You want more, yes, but it is not food.” Sekha tapped Europhia’s drum-tight gut, watching ripples spread outward. Baby kicks also jiggled the surface. “You just want more of everything, but your mind can only think about food right now. You have become a vast and greedy princess, but lack all the avenues of desire.” Sekha’s hand traveled down the gut, reaching between Europhia’s moist legs. “So, we must teach your mind to crave something else.” Sekha reached forward until her lady gasped. The handmaiden started to massage her lady gently, stroking her pussy almost lazily. “There are other fun things besides eating.” Sekha winked. With her free hand she tapped a button on her control console and summoned a pleasure bot.

“You have never felt the touch of a lover, have you?” Sekha’s hand moved quicker, flicking in and out with speed and deftness. Europhia was too busy gasping and clutching the sides of her chair. She had never felt anything like this before, having not ever tried to stimulate herself. “You noblewomen are so funny, saving up all your sexual energy until after you are pregnant. But I suppose it works.” Sekha’s husky voice stirred up pleasure within Europhia just as much as her tanned hand did. Even though the pregnant woman’s monolithic gut was pressing down on her arm, Sekha had no trouble continuing to quicken her pace. Her thin arm moved confidently under the heavy, gigantic belly. Sekha knew that her lady could not even see her. Most of Sekha was obscured by Europhia’s own boulder belly and the copious amounts of flab that rested around it.

“Hah. . .aaah. . .please!” Europhia screamed. “Harder!” She gripped the chair, never feeling as fat and heavy and sexually charged as she did now. Her mind raced with thoughts, brought back to full alertness by Sekha’s strokes. Her mass shook back and forth, aching to move properly. Yet, Europhia was far too fat for that. The heiress was immobilized by her bulk, not even strong enough to gyrate her hips. She settled for squeezing her breasts, massaging out all the milk she could. A torrent of pale liquid exploded from the chest-bound udders. The cups around Europhia’s breasts were quickly filled and grew heavy to the point that the suction started to falter. The milking machines attached to the tubes tried their best to slurp the milk away, but simply could not keep up. Gradually, the milking cups started to slide off of Europhia’s breasts. The deluge of sweet milk did not lessen. If anything, it increased thanks to Europhia’s excitement. Twin floods of milk cascaded down her body, drenching Sekha below. Through it all, Europhia could only babble. “Mooooore! Ooohhh. . .fffuuuuccck me. . .moooorre!”

Sekha smiled, knowing that she was truly creating a mess and a monster. There was no return from the depths of depravity that Europhia was sinking towards. She welcomed the flood of milk, happily licking and slurping it off of the belly bound which bounced inches away from her face. The milk came with the taste of honey, helping to wash the crumbs off of Europhia’s belly. Sekha continued feeding until she was nudged from behind. Turning, she grinned. The pleasure bot had arrived. A simple machine, it consisted of an egg shaped chassis which many retractable toys with which to bring its user to orgasm. Sekha, rubbed the top of the bot and remembered many experiences with it. She then slowly pulled herself away, knowing that even her skill at the sexual arts was about to be outmatched. Europhia whined, noticing the lack of stimulation. She did not have long to wait, though, as the bot soon had plowed its way under the folds of her gut and between her chair crushing thighs. Once the bot began its work, a low vibrating noise echoing out from between Europhia’s sloppy thighs, the ruler was reduced to biting her lip and clawing at the armrests.

“See, my little heiress.” Sekha cooed, her face directly next to Europhia’s. “There is a whole world of things to ask for. You need not only think of food.” She kissed the heaving mass of babies and fat, pressing her lips deeply into the thick chin folds. “Broaden your horizons just as you broaden your waistline.” Sekha’s voice was soothing yet provoking. It was like she was chiseling away at Europhia’s mind, shaping it into the perfect form. The obese woman did not respond, her mouth fully open and her tongue falling out. Sekha did not stop though, knowing that she had to push the young heiress further. Cassilida would be coming in several months and Europhia had to be ready. She had to be perfect in order to impress her mother. It was joyous work, though, and Sekha did not mind. She would form the supple young ruler to her liking, reforming her into something that would make Cassilida proud. “Any request, any time.” She whispered, her tongue licking out to tickle the other woman’s ear. She then dipped low, latching her mouth onto Europhia’s naked breast. She teased milk out, letting her mouth fill with the sweet liquid. Beneath the two, the pleasure bot thrummed and pumped a large dildo back and forth. Europhia did little more than pant and writhe in ecstasy.

--- 9 Months ---

Cassilida floated into her daughter’s mansion slowly, savoring the moment. Her hover chair was low to the ground as always, though slightly less than the last time she had seen Europhia. Cassilida had delivered her batch of children well, ushering yet more of her vast lineage into the world. Now, however, was the time to focus on just one. She was about to see her darling daughter at her apex, a point that she almost didn’t believe would have been possible. She felt a warmth spreading over her chest as well as a throb in her belly from her newest brood of children. While Cassilida had planned on taking some time off after her most recent pregnancy, the thought of Europhia’s journey had inspired her. She had once again been blessed, her womb flooded with a modest 9 children. She had wanted to compared stomach sizes with her daughter, to see what nine months of development and Sekha’s plotting had accomplished. “Euurroopphhiaa! Come. . .haaaah. . .say hello to you. . .mmmm. . .mooother.” Cassilida called, turning down her pleasure bot so that she could have a sharper mind. She wanted to no detail of her daughter’s body to be missed.

“A. . .oooohhh. . .yes. . .haaah. . .mother!” Came a deep and throaty rumble. Cassilida was taken aback by the voice. It was so deep and mature, hardly the high pitched whining that Europhia had perfected over her life. Cassilida pushed a button, making her seat rise a bit. At the same time, a nearby wall of the house started to slide backwards. Europhia had grown too big to adequately fit through doors. Rather than try to constantly resize the entrances and exits within the mansion, she had opted to simply convert the walls themselves. Each and every room could shift to allow openings for the mother-to-be to pass through. Cassilida slowly rose in her hover chair as the trick wall pulled back. The two rich, obscene, pregnant blobs saw each other at the same time. For the first time in a long while, Cassilida was stunned into silence. Her eyes struggled to take in the gargantuan form that was centered in the next room.

Europhia had surpassed all expectations. She had transcended the nobility that she had been blessed with since birth, moving into deific territory. She reclined on a hover throne that was double what Cassilida’s was. Her body was a corpulent mess of sweaty, food covered rolls and fat. The only part of her that was not entirely soft was her stomach. It rose like a mountain, with her baby bump the crown peak. It gently sloped into rolls fat thicker than a man’s thigh. Her breasts had surpassed a normal woman’s pregnant belly in size. Cassilida could not get the full measure of them, however, because two large, fat women were plastered to the nipples. They fed and gorged rapaciously, sucking down thick and creamy streams of milk. They were each 600 pounds, but seemed slim and tiny next to Europhia. The women stopped only to belch, their gaseous expulsions shaking the great plains of fat that they leaned on. The two women were totally clean, their tanned bulk serving to help wipe away the gathered grease and grime spread across Europhia. The pregnant woman looked at her mother, eyes dulled with constant pleasure, and smiled.

“Wonderful. . .OOOOHHHH. . .aren’t I?” She asked, pausing as she climaxed. Between triple wide, sandbag thighs pumped and shuddered a custom pleasure bot. It had been built in order to service the needs of a woman whose sexual appetites were as endless as her body. It was programmed to run day and night, its thick rod constantly pumping in and out of her slick pussy. The carnal depravity the machine was able to deliver would have broken less able women, yet Europhia could handle its power with ease. Europhia raised a hand, a cloud of mist and grease issuing out from her rolls, trying to waive at her mother. It fell back quickly, slapping down upon a roll of side-boob that could have been used as a pillow. “I. . .OOOORRRUUUPP. . .have. . .you to. . .aaahh. . .thank. . .Mother.” Europhia spoke slowly, her thick voice traveling over every syllable indulgently. She belched, wheezed, and moaned through her sentences; wanting the whole world to know how lusty and gluttonous she had become. Her face rested atop a quartet of chins, verging on being near tired size. She might have said more, but the rod plunging into her sex picked up strength. She stiffened, at least as much as a woman weighing two tons can, and sucked air in.

“My. . .daughter?” Cassilida turned down her own pleasure bot even more, trying to rationalize what she was seeing before her very eyes. It beggared belief that anyone could be this enormous, this taken by lust and sloth. The only part of Europhia that was even remotely familiar was her hair, yet even that had changed. It now was pulled into a towering series of buns and braids, though it was still dyed a familiar pink and blonde. The complexity of Europhia’s hair contrasted with the simple fat and slovenliness over body. Whilst her hair was clean and well maintained, the rest of her had fallen into deranged uncleanliness. Food lay in smears and little piles about her, leaking grease into her deepest creases. Sweat formed first under her breasts and then rolled in streams down to her thighs. Her only “clean” spots were where her servants’ bodies rubbed against hers as they continued to feed and tease her breasts. “You’re. . .so. . .” Cassilida wheezed, wishing for the first time in a decade that she could lean forward. Her mind refused to consider the full extent of Europhia’s body and refused to come up with words to address her.

“Perfect!” Europhia belched the word out, proudly letting her body shake. “2 tons. . .OOOHH.  . .and 20 children. . .BBBLLRRRUUUP. . . worth of. . . perfection.” She stopped, letting her lust take over for a moment. Her pussy throbbed as another series of climaxes hit her. The pleasure bot thrummed away deeply, vibrating and pulsing for all it was able. The two women on Europhia’s breasts also came to orgasm, stopping their milking in unison. There seemed to be a moan that filled the entire mansion, each of the three women’s voices coalescing into one. The milkers, exhausted by their work, slid down Europhia and landed on the floor. One of them was revealed to be Sekha, having taken her own mission to help Europhia to the furthest extreme she could think of. Her gut lay between her own fat thighs, stained with hours worth of milk and food from Europhia’s body.

Cassilida watched it all while forming tears. Slowly she was adjusting to what she saw in front of her. Bit by bit she realized that her daughter had become the raging success she had always known she could be. The older woman flapped her hands, hormonal feelings and maternal pride filling her body. “I . . .ALWAYS. . . knew. . .you could. . .dear.” she said, her usual noble diction breaking down. She began to cry tears of joy, the salty liquid dripping down her cheeks and onto her jowls. She looked forward to the hours the two could now spend together, each pushing the other to become fatter, lustier, and more indulgent.