ࡱ; ST  !"#$%&'()*+,-./0123456789:;<=>?@ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRUVWXYZ[\]^_R FCompObj\WordDocumentmObjectPoolnn  FMicrosoft Word 6.0 DocumentNB6WWord.Document.6;  Oh+'0" ( 4 @LT \h 5CharisMac 1030M:Software:Word 6.01:Templates:Normal The StudioC. H. BlickenstorferC. H. Blickenstorfer'@Rx@v@RxܥhO ezmzlllllllFFFFFF PF=llllllllllllll&ϲX'FllSTlllllllllllllllllJʰ|llllllClThe Studio The Queen's Way by The Studio Portia was trembling as the two guards led her through the great archway. They had a soft grip on her arms as they guided her across an ornate carpet that paved her path across the white marble floor. The guards came to a stop, then tugged gently downward on her arms as Portia slowly dropped to her knees, keeping her head bowed. "We have brought her here as ordered, your highness," one of the two said in a firm but feminine voice. "Very well, my ladies," a voice spoke. "You may go now." Portia saw their feet pivot and listened as their footsteps diminished behind her. She knelt in silence for a few moments before the voice spoke again. "Young lady, I appreciate your show of respect, but not your fear," the voice said. "Please rise and face your queen." Portia rose as slowly as she had knelt, then forced her head upward. She had seen the queen before from a distance - on the parade grounds or on the great steps of the castle - but found herself unprepared for the marvel that sat facing her. She was so surprised that her fear was momentarily assuaged as she took in the queen's immensity. Sitting before her on the throne, swathed in reams of yellow silk, she looked like a great fleshy pyramid. Her belly was spread out on a large pillow sitting on the floor in front of her seated form. It was flanked by her feet: two hams with toes sticking out of them. Swimming atop her mountainous belly, were two massive undulating mounds that bore the semblance of breasts. To either side of them were massive sacks of flesh which rolled over onto watermelon sized forearms. Her hands were as puffy as the small loaves of bread that Portia sometimes baked in the queen's kitchen, and her fingers were like bloated sausages. Atop her broad chest, resting between the heaps of her shoulders, was a collection of chins and jowls that contained thick pink lips, an aquiline nose, and piercing green eyes. The entire mountain of woman was capped by a jeweled golden crown and long, curling locks of thick red hair. Portia had always regarded herself as plump, but in the presence of the queen, she felt like a skeleton. She wondered how anyone could become so huge. The queen let out a great laugh and Portia's fear returned. After a few moments, the queen settled down and reached to wipe a tear from her eye. "I like you already, Portia," she said through a chuckle. "Most people see me and they either find themselves astounded or aghast. But you actually looked as if you were trying to solve a puzzle! It was a unique and entertaining reaction." The queen paused, then said, "By Hera, will you stop looking at the floor? I intend you no harm - that's better. A face as beautiful as yours should be seen, not hidden." The queen took a deep breath and exhaled in a great gust. "As I said, I like you, so I will be blunt even though circumstances require that I be somewhat vague. I - just a moment." She reached for a goblet that sat on a small table beside the throne and drank from it in large gulps. Having emptied it, she wiped her lips and continued. "I have recently become aware of a need within the realm. I voiced that need to my Sage and she began searching for the one I needed. Yesterday, in the ripples of her divining pool, she saw a face...your face. She remembered you from her visits to my kitchen and I remembered you from your bread. You make the best bread I have ever tasted. It has such a delectably flaky texture, so light and fluffy, and with such a mouthwatering buttery fla..." She paused mid-sentence and cleared her throat. "Pardon me," she resumed, "but I am wandering from the subject of your visit. My appetence does that to me sometimes. To continue; we knew who you were. I have summoned you so that I may make a request. I ask you to fill the need I mentioned and would consider it a great favor if you would help." Portia stood motionless, putting the words together in her head. "How would you have serve you?" she asked in a feeble voice. "You cannot," the queen answered, "that is, you cannot SERVE me. Your participation must be entirely voluntary. Circumstances insist upon that. However, I would not order you to do this thing even if I could. It is too great a blessing and a curse to bestow upon someone by force." There was silence as she let Portia think. "Well?" the queen finally asked. "What is it that you would have me do?" Portia asked. "Yes, I didn't really answer your first question - an appropriate question. I only regret that I cannot give it an equally appropriate answer; I can merely reveal a few details. If you choose to help me, it will all become clear in time. I can say that this request will place you in no mortal danger, but will require a particular kind of fortitude on your part. You will be doing one thing but must complete several tasks to fulfill it. Most of what you do will rely heavily upon your attitude. It will be enjoyable if you allow it and harrowing if you do not. I will also add that, if you live up to the Sage's expectations of you, it will be a mysteriously rewarding venture on your part. I know that this is a vaporous explanation, but it is all I can offer. So, I ask, will you help me?" Portia contemplated for a few seconds, then straightened her back and replied, "My queen, in my time as your servant, I have been treated well. It brings me great pleasure to know that you regard my bread so highly. Please know that, whatever you ask of me, whether by order or not, I will gladly do." The queen's cheeks billowed as she smiled broadly. "That's more like it. Admirable. Passionate. I can already see that the Sage's visions were wise. You will need that passion to sustain you through what lies before you. Do you have anymore questions?" Portia held her plump form erect. "Only one, my queen," she answered, "when do I begin?" The queen laughed again. "And eager, too!" she said. "You will do quite well." The queen lifted her great arms and brought her pudgy hands together with a loud clap. Her fat was still shaking as she tilted her head and said, "We will begin now." Portia was startled as four, scantily clad servants came up from behind and removed her brown robe. They also took off the wraps of cloth that enveloped her breasts and crotch. In less than a minute, she was standing naked. She tried to cover herself but the servants merely brushed her hands aside. As she stood there, they brushed her long blonde hair and bathed her with soft sponges. They washed her completely, giving special attention to her meaty breasts, her chubby crotch and her stocky ass. Afterwards, they dried her with plush towels and massaged her with oils. Finished, they dressed her in a sheer robe that just barely concealed her nakedness. The queen watched the proceedings approvingly. "You've got a thick frame and a fair amount of meat on your bones." she said. "I can see that you've been enjoying your bread, too. It's good to see that you have a healthy appetite. You will need it." As if on cue, the servants disappeared. Portia heard footsteps behind her and turned to face them. Fourteen women were headed into the room. Twelve were carrying a long table that they sat down between the her and the throne. They faced the queen, bowed, and quickly exited the room. The two others were carrying a large padded chair which they placed at the middle of the table. They walked over to Portia, led her to the chair, and seated her. No sooner was this done than more footsteps sounded. One by one servants came, each with a platter, and proceeded to spread a feast upon the table before her. With a puzzled look on her face, Portia surveyed the meal and then looked to the queen. Her majesty smirked, then giggled and said, "To answer your unspoken question - yes, it is all for you. As I said, you will need your appetite. Fortunately, every dish on the table is fit for a queen. I should know." Portia began speaking but the queen raised her palm to silence her. "No questions, my dear, and no comments. I have said all that I can for now. Just enjoy yourself. Eat, drink, and be merry." Portia looked at the panoply of foods as her mouth began to water. Having been a servant, she had eaten only servant's food - which wasn't disagreeable - but she had only dreamed of sampling the array of Epicurean delights that now sat before her. She reached for a turkey leg and took a healthy bite. The juices flowed in her mouth as the soft flesh melted on her tongue. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the flavors swam into her head. Swallowing and regaining her composure, she looked at the queen inquisitively, still disbelieving her situation. The queen motioned for her to continue. Portia grabbed a fat laden slab of pork and bit greedily into it. The flavor was so wondrous that she let out a deep moan. Juices dripped down her chin as she closed her eyes and dove in for another bite. "With an attitude like that, you might exceed even the Sage's expectations," the queen said as she motioned to one of her servants. A plump woman appeared at her side, filled her goblet with wine, and put a platter on the table beside the throne. The queen sipped and nibbled as she watched Portia gorge. As soon as a Portia finished a dish, another one took its place. As such, she had no real idea how much she was eating. It was like she was in a trance. Meats, breads, fruits, vegetables, wines and sweets all became a blur. All she cared about was getting to the next dish, experiencing some new and enticing flavor, satiating an appetite she scarcely knew she had. It was many long hours before leaned back in the chair, unable to take another bite. Her belly was stretched to capacity and beyond. She was in a state of miserable pleasure: painfully full yet unimaginably satiated. The queen saw the dazed look in her eyes and clapped quietly. Not a word was said as the servants removed the table. Two women helped Portia to her feet and led her to a doorway on the side of the throne room. When the door was opened, she saw a glorious sight - a huge bed covered with pillows. They led her to it and helped her as she laid down on her back. They softly massaged her distended belly with oils as Portia marveled at its taut, shimmering roundness. The massage was relaxing and soon, she drifted off into a deep sleep. She dreamed of a scent: the smell of sausage. A young girl appeared on the bed beside her, holding one under her nose. Portia sniffed it, taking in the spicy aroma. Without thinking, she opened her mouth. The girl fed the meaty link to her and then produced another from a deep bowl that she held between her legs. Portia chewed, swallowed, and then opened her mouth again. The cycle was repeated until the bowl was emptied. The girl smiled and rubbed Portia's forehead as she drifted into another dream. All through the night, she dreamt of eating. Hundreds of dreams came and went. During each, women appeared beside her in the bed and fed her luscious delicacies. She ate nuts, cheeses, an assortment of pastries, plenty of fat laden meats and a host of other fattening morsels. It continued until, during the final dream, a woman was actually feeding her pats of butter. She would dip them in syrup and sugar, then pop them into her waiting mouth, one by one. They were just warm enough that, as soon as they touched her tongue, they melted and released their sweet richness. Portia felt as though she was floating away on a warm, golden stream as she faded into consciousness. There, beside her was the woman in her dream. She opened her mouth to say something but the woman silenced her by putting a small object into her mouth. The syrup and sugar dissolved as the butter melted. The woman reached beside her, grabbed three large, empty dishes and vanished in a mist. Startled, Portia scooted back and sat up in her bed. She rubbed her eyes as the last fog of sleep left her and told herself that the woman had been part of her dream. She blinked and looked around the room, immediately realizing that something else was wrong. The room she was in wasn't the same one she'd been led into after the feast. It was smaller and the ceiling was lower. There were no windows and the only light came from two torches that flickered on the wall. In the dimness, she hadn't noticed that the room wasn't the only thing that had changed. What she saw next struck her like a bolt of lightning. It was her body. Her belly, which had been fleshy, was now two rolling mounds of flesh. Her breasts had grown into two, nipple capped melons. Her thighs met halfway to her knees, much wider and thicker than she remembered them. Even her calves had grown, swollen to far past their original girth. Stunned, she lifted her hands up. Her fingers had puffed up and a slight roll had formed at her wrists. She stared off into space, thinking that she must still be asleep. Unconvinced, she decided to get up. As soon as she tried to move, she was shocked again. It took effort just to move her legs to the side of the bed! Collecting herself, she got her feet to the floor. When she tried to stand up, her newfound pounds of flesh pulled her back down. Frustrated, she strained and fought her way up until she was erect. She wavered as she stood there, feeling like her entire body was being pulled toward the floor. After a few minutes, she took a step. Her hips quaked and she could feel her butt and belly shaking as she steadied herself. She felt something rubbing the top of her thighs and looked down. Her breasts and the top roll of her belly obscured her view so she reached around to see what it was. It was her belly. Driven by the subsequent shock, she quickly waddled toward the door that the butter-woman had left through. Every part of her swung, quivered or undulated. As she was reaching for the door, one of her breasts got in the way. She pushed it aside, got her chubby fingers on the handle and pushed. The door swung open into darkness. She stepped through, spotted a light ahead of her, and started running towards it as fast as her ponderous flesh would allow. She was in a long dark hallway, stumbling and groping her way through the murkiness, repeatedly bumping against the walls as she lumbered onward. It seemed to take minutes before its brightness finally fell on her. She was sweating heavily and panting for breath when she stopped, leaning heavily against the jamb of a door. "Why are you in such a hurry?" a voice asked her. Portia staggered as she lurched back in surprise. She looked and saw that the voice had come from a skinny old woman standing beside a table. She was dressed in sackcloth and had long gray hair. Her hunched form was supported by a gnarled wooden staff. Portia quickly surveyed the room. It was small and dingy, lit and warmed by a stone fireplace. The floor was wooden and the only furniture in the room was the table and two large chairs. The old woman motioned to one of them, inviting Portia to sit. Tired from running, and not knowing what else to do, she cautiously ambled over. The boards creaked and groaned under her feet as she crossed to the chair. It snapped and squeaked as she settled her fleshy buttocks onto its rough surface. The texture of the seat gave Portia another shock. It wasn't the seat itself, but the fact that she could feel it against her skin. She was naked. She started to cover herself and the old woman spoke. "You should not bother dearie," her voice rattled. "There is too much to cover, and besides, you do not have anything that surprises me. Relax. I know you are shocked. You have just come out of a trance. You have been in a half-sleep for weeks and, during it, the queen's servants fattened you up like a prize sow. They did quite a good job, too." "W-w-what is happening?" Portia stuttered. "Who are you? Where am I?" "Let me see," the old woman said as she sat down across from her. She scratched her chin and continued. "First, you are doing a favor for the queen. You will remember that you agreed to help her. Second, I am a friend. My name is Lydia. Third, you are in my home. You are a welcome guest at my table." Portia sat staring at the woman. She was still trying to grasp her situation when a noise came from beneath her. It was a rumbling sound. She looked down at her stomach and it rumbled again. "Ah yes, you are hungry," the woman said. "It is time for us to begin. What would you like to eat? I have anything you could want." "But, what am..." Portia began to speak but the woman waved her off. "No questions, young lady," the woman said. "As the queen told you, all will become clear with time. Just tell me what you want to eat or I will have to pick something myself." Portia sat silent, still confused. "Well then, I presume the choice is mine." The old woman's eyes sparkled and a huge platter of cheese appeared on the table between them. It was stacked high and smelled delicious. Portia was amazed at its sudden appearance, but after a few short seconds she hungrily reached out for a piece. The woman's bony hand darted out and slapped Portia's wrist in a blur. "Not like that," the woman's voice droned, "like this." She waved her hand and the cheese disappeared. Immediately, Portia's belly swelled. Her eyes popped wide open as her entire body quivered with ecstasy. She was totally inundated with the taste of the richest cheeses. It was as if her entire body experienced it, basking in a sea of flavors. Her body tingled as she leaned back in her chair and beheld an astounding sight. Her belly gradually shrank down and her breasts expanded slightly. As the moments passed, she felt her thighs pressing tighter together and her arms sticking out a little further from her sides. When the tingling subsided, the change over her entire body was minimal, but noticeable. She'd just gotten fatter in a matter of minutes. She stared at the old woman in disbelief. "What would you like next?" the woman asked. "Maybe some meat?" Portia remained mute, still astounded by what had just happened. The woman's eyes sparkled and a mound of steaks appeared where the cheese had been. The smell made Portia's mouth water, but she reacted by forcing herself away from the table. She stood, trembling and gazing in fear at the woman. "What are you doing to me?" she yelled. "I - I want out of here!" The old woman shook her head and pointed her thumb at a large doorway behind her. "That is the only way out of here," she said. "Leave if you can." Portia was surprised that she hadn't noticed the door before. She stumbled over to it and looked. It had no handle or knob. Frustrated, she shoved her weight against it, but it didn't budge. After trying a few more times, she turned back to face the old woman. "What kind of prison is this?" Portia hissed. "This door won't open!" The woman turned to face her and smiled. "You forget yourself, Portia," she said. "Remember, you are supposed to be doing the queen a great favor. You are not in a prison. You simply have not done what it takes to get out of here. Just a moment - let me finish. Right now, you are standing on a platform, see?" Portia looked down and saw a large black square below her feet, then snapped her eyes back to the woman. "That is the key," the woman continued. "When an object of a certain weight is placed upon it, the door will open. That object will be you. If you calm down and cooperate, you will be out of here soon enough. Now, please get back over here and have your steak. It's getting cold." Perhaps it was that she'd had so many shocks in such a short time - perhaps it was that she remembered her promise to the queen - perhaps it was just that she was too tired or hungry to fight it, but Portia merely replied by waddling back to her chair and sitting down. The old woman gave her a toothless smile and said, "That is better, but there is no reason to look so sour about it. If you allow yourself, this may be among the most enjoyable experiences in your life." She waved her hand and the steaks disappeared into Portia's belly. Many long hours later, the old woman was being proved right. Slowly but surely, Portia converted from a reluctant prisoner to an avid participant. She eagerly awaited as each dish appeared before her, disappeared into her, and then manifested itself all over her. The sweets were her favorite. Repeatedly, she requested cakes and pastries, all stuffed and smothered with sugary treasures. The old woman served her foods that she'd never seen or heard of. Each one was a delectation that sent her reeling into opiatic revelry. Each one also caused her body to grow. Waves of rapture washed over her each time she felt her body expand. She reeled with pleasure as her breasts stretched outward, shuddered with joy as her distended belly forced her bloated thighs farther and farther apart, and trembled with delight as she felt her ass spreading and overlapping the edges of her chair. She was pondering her next selection when the old woman slowly rose from her chair and exclaimed, "By the goddess, you have done me in!" She took a few deep breaths, then began a chant while waving her staff in the air. Two clouds appeared beside her. They slowly took the shape of women and then transformed from mist into flesh. They were two of the queen's servants. Portia was so elated and numbed by her recent experiences that their appearance didn't shock her in the least. They walked over to her as the old woman spoke. "These two are here to help you. Our time together is done. You are a remarkable woman. In all my years, I have never had such a passionate guest at my table. Be well, Portia." With those words, she faded into the shadows. Portia was sad to see her go. She had become so accustomed to her ecstasy that she didn't want it to end. She sighed as the two women flanked her and reached for her arms. It was only when she tried to stand that Portia fully realized how much fatter she'd gotten over those untold hours. She'd been so lost in the pleasure that she hadn't paid full attention to the pounds. It took a monumental effort, even with the help of the two women, for her to get to her feet. Her monstrously pendulous breasts were spread wide, forced apart by the rolling fatness of her immense belly. Standing, she felt that belly pressing against her knees. Her feet were spread far apart to accommodate the masses of flesh that were her thighs. Her hanging arms felt incredibly heavy, but they too were forced outward by the many rolls of flesh that encircled her vast waist and hips. The two women got her steadied and pointed toward the doorway, then suddenly disappeared in puffs of smoke. Portia barely kept her balance, but somehow managed to get the undulating bulk of her body under control. It was a great strain, since her muscles were only accustomed to a small fraction of her present weight, but she managed to tread toward the platform. With each step, her breasts swung, her arms wobbled, her belly swayed, her ass lurched, her legs quaked and her many rolls of flesh shook violently. After a seeming eternity, she found herself on the platform. As she stood there, her weight caused it to sink, a loud sliding sound came, and the door swung open into darkness. As she stepped through, a flash of light caught her by surprise and she had to lift one of her fat arms to shield her eyes. The effort almost caused her to lose her balance and she tried to steady herself against the jamb. When she reached out, her hand struck something soft. Beside her, where the door had been, there stood a woman. She had long blonde hair, a bright smile and, as far as Portia could tell, was equally as fat as herself. Portia looked over her shoulder and saw that the doorway had vanished, replaced a wall of stone. She looked back at the woman beside her, realizing that her hand had grabbed her fleshy shoulder for support. The woman smiled at her, causing her full cheeks to show deep dimples as she spoke. "Sisters, meet Portia," the fat woman said. "Portia, meet my four sisters." She gestured to Portia's front. When she turned, she was pleasantly surprised. Four beautiful women stood before her, each as fat as she was. They all looked exactly the same except that they had different colored hair: one red, one black, one brown, one white and the blonde that stood beside her. Portia noticed that each woman held a horn. They were of different sizes and shapes, but each one was fashioned out of gold. "We are the maidens of Ambrosia," the woman beside her said. "You are to be our guest for a while. Please come." They women waddled up to Portia and led her toward a large bed. She wondered how they were able to help her since they were all as fat as she was, but their assistance made it easier for her to walk. They guided her over to a piece of furniture that looked like a cross between a bed and a chair. They seated her and then laid her back into a reclining position. Glad to be off her feet and Portia smiled as the plush padding sank under her weight and the silky-smooth fabric rubbed against her skin. The four were mumbling to each other as the blonde one leaned over and spoke to her. "They are discussing how well you did with Lydia," she said. "I believe that you are the fattest guest we've ever had. The queen will be greatly pleased that you have decided to help her with such fervor. As for now, just stay relaxed and we will take care of everything." With that said, the woman lifted her horn and then slowly inserted the small end into Portia's mouth. She was still worn out from her ecstatic experiences at Lydia's hands, so she didn't even resist as the warm metal touched her tongue. To her side, the redhead had appeared holding a large pitcher under her arm. She waddled over, smiled at Portia, reached over and began to pour a fluid down the horn. The flavors that entered Portia's mouth were unlike any she had ever experienced. They tasted of wildflowers and eucalyptus, of morning dew and sea spray, of chocolate and butter and sugar and cream and every food she had ever consumed. The flavors washed over her entire body as she drank the fluid in great gulps. Her eyes closed slowly as the sensations continued to bathe her in their splendor. She felt herself floating away on a savory breeze as she went pleasantly numb. "I'm tasting eternity," she thought. And after a seeming eternity, the wondrous fluid suddenly reduced to a trickle. As she sucked in the last precious drops, her eyelids drifted open and then leapt wide. Her belly had grown into a great heap of flesh, a bloated mound that forced her legs wide apart before her - but that wasn't the biggest surprise. It was the horns. The women had gathered around her and each held a pitcher in one hand and the wide end of their horns in the other. The small ends of the horns had been inserted into her body! Somehow, the black and white haired women had actually inserted the smaller ends of their horns into her nipples. The red and brown haired women's horns reached inside her vagina and anus. She squirmed, both puzzled and alarmed by the sight, but her great belly held her firmly in place. The blonde woman removed the horn from Portia's mouth and spoke. "Do not be alarmed. There is magic at work here. You are the vessel and we are the flood. We are here to satiate your body's secret desires. We are here to help you remake yourself in the exaltation of the new. Trust us and you will grow, or leave us and gain nothing. It is your choice." The woman's voice had a hypnotically soothing effect on Portia. She looked up at her round face, then at the women who held the horns. Her recent experiences drifted through her head like a warm fog and she smiled at their recollection. After another few moments passed, she sluggishly nodded her fat head. "Only a fool would abandon such a pleasant course so far into the journey," she said. "Please proceed." The women poured in unison. Milky cream with small curds flowed into the horns. She felt the warmth of the fluid as it streamed inside her. It was soothing. She watched as the pitchers poured, seemingly endless in their bounty. She felt her feet scooting to the side as her thighs bloated and pushed her heavy calves farther apart. She felt her ass growing below her, forcing her belly upward as it forced her hips outward. She felt her hips spreading, rolling outward and swelling with newly formed rolls of fat. She watched as her breasts expanded, getting thicker and wider as they stretched to either side of her colossal belly and spread out on the bed beside her. Portia sighed in pleasure as she lifted one of her enormous arms and grabbed the end of blonde woman's horn. She popped it into her mouth and nodded to her. The woman smiled and began to pour. Portia closed her eyes and began to slake her newfound thirst. When she opened her eyes sometime later, she was floating in a pool. She looked up and saw the queen on the horizon. A moments realization told her that she was still in the half-bed that the woman had put her in, and was still naked. The pink mass of flesh that stretched in front of her was barely recognizable. The horizon she was staring over was her belly. The pool she was floating in was her own body. A quick glance told her that she was back in the throne room. She felt two pillows against her cheeks and turned her head to look at them. She barely got turned enough to tell that they were her shoulders. Over their mounds, she saw that the room was filled with hundreds of Amazons, all clad in shining armor and standing at attention. When Portia turned back, she noticed that her head was tilted so that she was looking down her nose at the queen. She tried to tilt her head forward, but the fat of her cheeks shrouded her eyes when she did. "Do not worry," the queen's voice sounded. "You are too fat to worry about being humble. When the maidens brought you to me, I was speechless. They said that it took forever to fill you - that you just kept taking more. I only pray that you have not fattened up too much to fulfill your final task." The queen stopped and put her pudgy hands on the arms of the throne. She shuffled her fat feet until they disappeared underneath her massive belly. She took a few deep breaths and then let out a roaring groan as her body shook. Slowly, with her face locked in a grimace, the queen began to rise. It took long minutes for her to reach her full height, and when she did, it looked as though her entire body was flowing away from her head. The old woman named Lydia appeared from behind the throne and handed the queen a thick golden staff for her to steady herself with. The queen thanked her, caught her breath, and then spoke. "Thank Hera I do not have to do that often," she said. "To continue...before, I was blunt but vague. Now I will be blunt and direct. But first, I want to tell you about what you have achieved. When the servants fed you during your first trance, you worked them so hard that they actually came to me and complained that they were being worked like slaves. When you met Lydia - who, by the way, is also my Sage - you utterly exhausted her with your appetite. Since she finished with you, she's been asleep, recuperating from the many spells she had to cast to fill you. Most amazingly, you took the maidens of Ambrosia to their bounds. You are the first woman in our history to have fed until their arms were wearied and their pitchers emptied. I would not have believed it could be done." The queen paused for a moment and then managed the closest thing she could to a bow. She straightened herself, then continued. "I am humbled by your deeds. But to return to the point...I summoned you to fulfill a need which must now be made clear to you, as promised. I am much older than I appear, Portia. In truth, I was ruling this land when your mother was but a child. After such a long reign, I am also tired. The crown grows as heavy as this body of mine. But this land must have a queen if I am to pass the crown. In this land, the queen's size is directly tied to the prosperity of the realm. This fat that stays off the hand of time also serves to secure the queendom's prosperity. I cannot explain why or how because I do not know. I only know that it is so. Therefore, the one to follow me must be a massive woman. That woman is you. You are to be this land's queen so that I may finally rest. That is the favor and the need, both to me and all of these Amazons. The blood of queens flows through your veins." Though the words amazed Portia, she knew they were true. It wasn't a matter of convincing herself, she just KNEW. She smiled to the queen and the queen smiled back. "Yes, I remember that feeling when I was in your position," the queen said. "You have just had the moment of realization. There is only one thing left to do. If you cannot accomplish this thing, then all you have done will have been for naught. If you can meet the task, then you will be the fattest queen that this land has ever had, and you will grant it an according level of prosperity. The final deed you must accomplish is both monumental and simple. Portia, you who have surpassed all who came before you, to take the crown of this realm, you must...stand." Portia gasped. She surveyed the mass of fat that was her body as her spirits sunk. "B-but my queen, it is not possible," she said. "I can barely move, much less get to my feet." The queen looked at her with wide and caring eyes. "This land needs a new queen," she said. "If you think only of yourself, then you have lost. If you draw strength from knowing that you serve the subjects who surround you, then nothing can stop you. This is why it is the final task." "But milady, surely I may have someone to help me?" Portia asked. "The last step to the throne," the queen said sternly, "is a trying one. It must be done by your strength alone." Portia sat motionless for a long while, gathering her resolve. "I shall try," she said. Her face twisted into a bloated mask of pain as she strained to move. After a few seconds, one of her feet slid a short distance toward the edge of the bed. She tried to move her other foot, but her belly was in the way. Somehow, she reached across her enormous breasts as her gigantic arms spread out against them. Her bloated hands grabbed onto a roll of her belly and pulled. Great waves traveled across her stomach until it shifted toward the foot she'd moved. She reached over to one of her breasts and pushed it toward the side of the bed. She reached over to the other and dragged it toward her. Her entire, vast body was covered with sweat by the time she negotiated her foot all the way to the edge. She steadied herself and then, with a great groaning effort, pushed it over. Her foot hit the marble floor in a great thud. She could feel her calf against the cold floor, nearly covering her foot, as she strenuously forced herself up into a near sitting position. The queen and the sage watched impassively as she attempted to turn herself toward her fallen foot. Their were murmurs and rumblings from the ranks of Amazons. One of Portia's breasts was ready to fall off of the bed but the other was holding her back. She grabbed onto it and reeled it in like a fisherwoman pulling in a net. When the breast was floating atop her vast belly, she moved in a great lurch. She screamed in surprise as her breast rolled onto the floor pulling her belly and the other breast along with it - her waiting leg following them in a sudden plunge of fat, pulling her upward into a full sitting motion and then threatening to pull her right off of the bed. When her body settled, Portia sighed, then reached back and patted her huge ass. Its great mass had been the only thing that had kept her from rolling flat out onto the floor. She rocked back and forth, her flesh undulating in great tides, and then forced herself forward. Her chest was pushing her chins upward when she finally got her weight shifted onto her feet. She let out a loud yell when she felt the bed being pulled away from under her ass. Her two gargantuan ass cheeks hit the floor with such force that she was almost pulled backwards by them, but she successfully fought to maintain her balance. Crouching there, held in place by the immense poundage that was her body, she gathered herself for another exertion. She clenched her hands into two fat fists, gritted her teeth together, tossed her quivering cheeks and chins backwards, and let out a resounding cry that filled the throne room. Her entire body quaked as she rose. The stockpiles of her thighs lifted slowly upward from her heaps of her calves. The wallowing masses of flesh on her back squeezed into thick rolls. All the Amazons cheered and roared as she continued to lift the many pounds of fat that threatened to pull her down. She stopped just short of fully standing, opened her eyes and mouth and let out an even louder bellow than before. Her ass lifted off the floor and hovered, quavering a scant inch above its polished surface. Her belly was spread out before her, but her breasts hung and swung poised with her downcast nipples just tickling the marble. Her knees locked and the hall fell silent. She had done it. Servants rushed to her side and draped a huge robe over her monumental body. Others quickly came up behind her and helped her settle into a large chair. She looked at the chair and saw that it was the throne. They were wiping the sweat from her brow when a team of burly women slid two thick rods into slots below her armrests. They groaned together as they lifted her upwards. When they turned her around, the queen was standing on the floor beside her. She raised her fat hands, gingerly lifted the crown from her head, and handed it to Portia. "Put it on," she said quietly. It was a strain, but Portia got her barrel sized arms lifted enough to position the crown on her head. It fit perfectly. "All know that my name is Amanthis," the fat woman said loudly, "and that I have faithfully served as your queen. But the time for a new leader has come and the crown has been passed. The Amazon before you has surpassed all who preceded her, growing to foretell an age of even greater plenty for the realm. Serve her as devoutly as you have served me and all will prosper. Loyal subjects of Amazonia, HAIL QUEEN PORTIA!" The voices rang out in a deafening choir as tears welled up in Portia's eyes. She waved her meaty hands as the team of women carried her up to the platform where she was to reside as the new queen. 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