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Summary: A young Queen shows off her pregnant body at court, bragging about how plump and fertile she is for the King. The King is so impressed and aroused by the display, that night, he impregnates her yet more. Things proceed as such throughout her pregnancy, and the Queen is pushed to the edge of her capacity, but she tries to act as proud and as pleased as possible for the court despite the extreme discomforts of her condition. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, weight gain.
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Queen Raya was pleased with herself indeed.
She had done everything her people wanted of her. She was enviable to all the women in the lands. Her family was endlessly proud of her. Her husband, the King, was as happy as could be. Children looked up to her. In short, she was the perfect queen.
That evening, Raya was to make her first public appearance in some while. The past several weeks had been spent resting as well as preparing for what she intended to be quite a surprise for her people.
Raya had her maids dress her in a pale pink gown that was formfitting and hugged every curve of her body. The train of the dress dragged behind her on the shining marble floor as she walked into court. The neckline dipped teasingly into the cleavage of her plump breasts.
Her subjects stared on in amazement as she proudly displayed her condition. Her formerly flat stomach was a firm, rounded curve—quite the large one, at that. The swell of her belly could only be one thing.
She was the last person to stride into the evening banquet, the large table set up for two dozen people. Not one person sat down before she did, not even the King. A servant pulled out her chair which was adjacent to her husband. Raya's movements were smooth and elegant, heavy as she was with her progeny. She descended gracefully into her chair, after which everyone else took their seats. The king held her hand and squeezed it.
"My queen," said Sir Lancor reverently in the quiet. "Is this what I think?"
Raya glowed with pride. "Yes, the rumors were true," she said. "I am with child. Is it not obvious? I am so plump and fertile. Soon the King will have an heir."
"Obvious, indeed," said Lancor, to a few chuckles.
Raya smiled with satisfaction. She knew that she appeared as though she was nearly due with child, though she still had several weeks to go. Raya ate generous portions to ensure lots of growth. The child was a good size and she was so proud, so full of healthful life. The heir would be strong without question.
After the meal, people rose and danced, or just mingled with each other to the melodious tunes of the string quartet. Raya wandered the ballroom, her movements slow and smooth as she cradled her belly lovingly. She remained impeccably composed, not a hair out of place. Often she would look up to see the King gazing at her in adoration. People cupped her hands to congratulate her; telling her how beautiful she was. Raya showed off as much as she could. She wanted all to see what a successful a queen she was, and how seamlessly she was fulfilling her obligations to the kingdom.
The banquet was running long, though she couldn't blame anyone. It was a time of celebration. Her husband was especially jovial that evening and was indulging in drink. She went over to him and regretfully apprised, "I am a bit weary. I'm afraid I must retire."
"Of course, my queen. I will join you," said the King immediately. He nodded to his small company of diplomats and advisors who had been indulging just as merrily as he had been. "We will retire," he told them.
Raya gave a weak smile. "Growing young royalty is a tiresome task."
"Of course, my queen," they said, as they stood to bow. "Rest well."
Dutifully, the King ushered her from the room. Raya felt as though she was floating as he wrapped his strong arm around her to cup the swell.
She realized that he was a bit tipsy when they reached their quarters and he descended on her with kisses hardly before she could close the door. He guided her toward the bed, his hand sliding between her thighs, causing her to shiver in pleasure.
"We shouldn't," she managed, even as she allowed herself to be gently pushed onto the bed. "Not until after the baby is born. Oh Malcolm, you'll burst me."
"You were so gorgeous today," the King told her. "Everyone marvels at you or wants to be you. You're enviable. You're perfect. Think of what they’ll say when you carry even more. You are marvelous, my queen."
"Oh Malcolm," she sighed, and she could not fight it. She pulled him down to meet her on the bed and giggled as he attacked her neck and shoulders with nips and kisses.
His lovemaking was attentive, meticulous, and torturously slow. An hour in, she arched her throat and threw her arm over her eyes, just struggling to hold on. She could always tell when Malcom was on the cusp. His breath hitched and he tightened his grip on her arm.
"Malcom," she groaned, uncertain of whether she was protesting or pleading.
Then she felt a clench in her belly, like she might have been going into labor, but she knew it was pure tension. He felt her abdomen roll steadily forward, pressing harder into her husband, and knew that another child was being added to her womb.
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The next day, Raya waddled into court. Indeed, she waddled. Her graceful stride had devolved into the new and awkward maneuvering. Still, she couldn't help smiling when people looked at her in surprise.
She had visibly grown. She felt huge, now. Her belly had advanced by inches, adding to the bulk of weight to her hips and a considerable tension to her clothing. She found herself a bit flustered and sweaty as she tried to acclimate to the abrupt change of her body. Even her breasts had grown larger, looking swollen, nipples protruding and aching as though keen to feed.
The guards bowed to greet her at the entry.
"My queen, you...you're glowing," said one, stumbling somewhat on his words.
Raya managed a smile. "Yes, I'm positively blooming," she said lightheartedly as she proceeded through the doors, even more people taking in the swell and pausing to stare in wonder.
The King smiled fondly as she passed. One of Malcolm's advisers leaned over to his ear, and Raya could just make out the muttered remark, "You may have been overzealous, sire."
Raya felt herself blush.
"What are you talking about?" the King responded. "She's perfectly fine."
Feeling her insides flutter, Raya proceeded to court.
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In another few days, Raya had swollen even larger, her belly looking too plump even for an at-term pregnancy, the mound heavy and round, belly button swollen to the size of a golf ball, and even twitching at times as her offspring squirmed for space. They weren't comfortable. Neither was Raya. Yet she could not help relishing in the way her subjects gazed at her, amazed and impressed. Raya's waddle was getting even more exaggerated. Her breasts had swollen to plump, round DD-cups, and she was more pregnant than she had thought anyone could possibly be. She felt huge. Stuffed. Her hands cradled her mass everywhere she went.
And yet she smiled to her onlookers.
"The queen is so fertile," they would murmur in praise.
She knew she was a more successful queen than anyone had ever anticipated. The King's bloodline would be abundant. They would have a wealth of heirs, and every inch that she grew just displayed that more clearly. Raya navigated the palace and showed off her mass with pride.
The more she grew, the more Malcolm seemed to love her. It was a cyclical matter, really.
"I cannot believe how gorgeous you have become," he murmured as she groaned and struggled to hold on. It was late into he night, and he was deep inside her, hot and throbbing. Her body was clenching around him, urging his release. The king grunted.
"Malcolm," she groaned, before she could lose herself completely. "I d-don’t think I can take anymore." Her thighs quavered. Her back arched.
"You are...my queen," was the King's response. He dropped a kiss to her sweaty forehead then drew a deep breath. "You are exceptional. You can bear it." Or so he believed as he gave in to their bodies, Raya whining in pleasure as she felt him filling her. Then tension bloomed in her core, belly advancing, skin prickling as her face heated. The mound pushed against him, increasing the division it posed, until Malcolm pulled back to give it space to grow. "Ngghhhh..." Raya grunted as her belly shuddered forward an inch more before the growth spurt seemed to subside. Gasping, the two gazed down at her flushed, sweaty mound. Malcom laid his hand against it as it heaved with her heaving breathing.
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In just several days, Raya had certainly changed.
At present she was wearing a strapless dress, the V-neck dipping into her deep line of cleavage. The material clung to the swollen FF-cups bobbing on her chest. Raya's breasts were too sensitive for a bra by then, her swollen nipples bulging visibly against the thin fabric, which just added to her image of bountiful fertility.
Her belly had grown to be massive. It was an effort just to balance it. When she sat, it settled against her thighs, filling her lap while lifting her swollen breasts yet higher. When she was standing, it protruded out by feet ahead of her. Her waddle had descended to a wobble, and that morning, she had barely managed to get out of bed, even with the King's aid. Her mass was just so large, so heavy.
It had to be the size of a beach ball, if not larger. It sat heavy against her pelvis, her loins engorged and throbbing, feeling as though she could just start pushing offspring out though she was not in labor.
Raya struggled her way through the dining room that evening, her dress practically pasted to her. Even her seamstress seemed entirely keen to show off every curve of her body. Raya was becoming a spectacle. But it was a good thing. Approval of the kingdom was at an all-time high. The king had more than fulfilled his duty to produce an heir, and had entrusted Raya to carry his young. He knew she could handle it. He was an exceptional man and she was an exceptional queen. She would not let him down and she would see this task through to fruition.
Her insides were alive with movement. She would freeze up when her mound tremored visibly. Sometimes lumps of shape would rise and roll across the surface, her chest heaving as she breathed through it.
Raya waited several moments for her belly to settle, the continued to heavily make her way towards her seat, refusing aid from a guard.
"I trust you are well, my queen?" said a dignitary as he pulled out her chair.
Raya was on the cusp of easing herself down when she felt a twinge in her belly that surged to hot, throbbing pressure. "Ohhhh..." she groaned as the material of her dress grew thinner. It tightened and strained as her belly shifted forward, her breasts close to spilling free of the low V-neck as it was dragged yet lower. Raya gripped the chair and tried to focus on not toppling over as her body swelled in heaving throbs. "Mmmalcolm," she moaned without thinking about how informal it was.
He was beside her in an instant, hands cradling her mound, allowing it to grow into his palms, pressing harder as it advanced.
Her nipples tingled as her dress grew damp at her chest.
"Why, she already prepared to nurse," a dignitary observed, impressed.
Raya managed to pull away from the king and servants who had surrounded her to make sure she was alright. "I'm fine," she murmured with a strained smile, then headed towards the lavatory directly adjoining the room, hoping the skirts of her dress concealed her borderline stagger.
Her cheeks looked full in the mirror, her face rounder than usual. The nurses had advised her to eat more. They said the extra padding would help keep the babies comfortable. Raya forced down food constantly, even when she felt stuffed to bursting. Her thighs were thicker, ass and hips having taken on a padding of fat in recent days.
She approached the sink and reached her hands down to lean on the edge of the basin, but her belly connected first. It was huge and throbbing. Her face was a sweaty mess. Her nipples seeped more and she struggled in vain to gather her composure.
"Mghh..." Her thighs trembled. Her loins felt heavy and stuffed.
"God, you are lovely," said a masculine voice as a pair of hands rested on her rounded hips.
Raya opened eyes she hadn't realized were clenched shut to see her husband standing behind her in the mirror.
"You are a capable carrier, my love."
Her belly button twitched, and the bulge of a small hand, foot, or elbow appeared on her swollen flesh, before rolling along it. Her plump breasts had nearly outgrown her dress, all but spilling free. Her nipples were huge, protruding evidently.
Her belly was full of precious young princes and princesses. She could complete this crucial task. She could carry them all to term.
Malcom dropped a kiss on her nape. "Lovely." He began to pull up the back of her dress. She grunted as she was pushed harder into the sink.
"My King," Raya stammered breathlessly.
"Shhhh," he hushed her, as he worked his way through his trousers and Raya gulped in anticipation of more children to come.
The End
Comments
Kompera
Thanks :D
Zaceria
Love it! It’s nice to see a stand alone story.
