Cersei and Daenerys and Taena Pt. 2

The sole surviving member of House Targaryen leaned back against her pile of cushions and moaned, clutching her stomach. Nearly unconscious due to the amount of food she had just consumed, Daenarys lay on her back, atop the highest pyramid in Meereen. Having decided to pause and occupy the city for a while after capturing it, the mother of dragons had become lazy…and there was no better proof of it than her weight. The body that had been lithe and muscled, thanks to endless days of riding, had since become soft doughy. Her thighs pressed against one another whether she was sitting or standing and her breasts were aching to be released from the wrappings that now struggled to contain them. The girl's hefty rear end made its presence known in all of clothes, the latter always being stretched tightly across it. Her stomach, when empty, sat in her lap and formed a pronounced roll when she leaned forward. Since it was currently stuffed to full to bursting, it appeared as though she was once again heavy with child, though it was only food.
In a daze, the queen struggled to sit, propping herself up on an elbow instead. With one hand, she fumbled behind her back and finally succeeded in loosening the wrappings that imprisoned her breasts. Gods be good, thought the young queen, My wrappings were not this tight when I was pregnant with Drogo's child…I have certainly grown lazy during our occupation. As if to emphasize this point, Daenarys' breasts spilled out and bounced freely. Though they were heavy and luscious, they still retained much of their perkiness. She let out a sigh of relief and once again flopped onto her back. Placing a hand on her stomach, she felt it pulse, struggling to digest her massive meal. "I have truly outdone myself this time," said the blonde haired girl out loud. She closed her eyes and felt the warm breeze on her naked torso, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep…
…But her handmaid, Irri, suddenly presented herself, clearing her throat to make her presence known. Daenerys opened her eyes, her nakedness not a concern in front the girl who had helped her bathe and dress countless times. "Yes, Irri, what is it?" The Dothraki girl bowed and said, "Khaleesi, the leader of the second sons, Daario, wishes to speak with you. He says that it is urgent." Daenerys sighed and dragged her bulk into a sitting position, immediately regretting the decision. She could feel the contents of her belly shift, and she winced, pausing to let fly an enormous "BEEELLLLCHHHHHH!" before addressing her handmaid. "Oh my, please excuse me. Bring him up; I will clothe myself in the meantime." The serving girl nodded and left.
Once she was certain she was gone, Daenerys burped once again, this one even deeper than the last. Blushing even though there was no one to hear it, the queen thought, Goodness, that meal is  not agreeing with me…but I suppose it comes with the territory. As she thought this, she gently patted her engorged gut. Then she wrapped a shawl around her upper body in an effort to clothe herself. Since she had started binging, first her dresses and then even her Dothrakian vests had ceased to fit her. Until she could have suitable garments made, Daenerys had taken to wrapping herself in shawls. Prepared to receive her captain, she attempted to calm her stomach while she waited for him to be brought up.
His first glimpse of her told Daario everything he needed to know. A sweeping glance took in the remains of a pheasant, a flagon of wine, a wheel of cheese, and a bunch of green grapes. He then turned to see her grace, wrapped in a shawl and naught else, trying her best not to look uncomfortable in her sitting position. The sellsword hid a smile as he knelt opposite the blonde haired, purple eyed beauty. Taking her hand in his, he kissed it and addressed her, saying "My sweet queen, you look ravishing if I may be so bold to say so." This had the desired effect as he saw the Targaryen girl blush and lower her eyes before recovering and replying, "Why…why thank you Ser. You are very kind to say so. What was it that was so urgent? Has there been an uprising amongst the conquered?" Daario sat down opposite the queen and shook his head, not wanting to upset her. "No, your grace. In truth, there is no real emergency-" He could see her face transformed by anger as she interrupted him, saying "Then what is the meaning of this? You would disrupt me at your leisure?" He stammered to reply, "N-No, my queen, I only wanted…that is, I came here to confess my feelings for you."
This took her back a step. Daenerys was shocked at the sellsword's gall. "You dare to confess feelings for me, as though I was some common girl who you expect to be delighted at the prospect? I am Daenerys Stormborn, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, the Mother of Dragons, you presume too much ser!" Daario looked distraught. He muttered an apology and rose, hoping to make a quick departure. When he was almost out of sight, Dany cried out, "Wait!" Daario stopped, turning to face her. She paused before what she said next. The truth was that she had often looked upon him with longing eyes. It had been many months since she had last felt Drogo within her. She decided to go ahead with her decision. "If you should so wish, you may stay. And…pleasure me."
Daario was not entirely sure what this meant for him. But the prospect of pleasuring the queen made his pulse quicken and he could hardly contain his excitement as he sat down opposite her, once again. "My queen," he said, eyes lowered, "You do me an honor. I could wish for nothing more." He saw her smile and say, "Very well then, come here." He stood and moved towards her. She motioned for him to sit behind her, she between his legs. "You may start by easing the pain in my stomach. I am quite full from my most recent meal." Saying this, Daenerys let the shawl slip from around her, exposing her taut stomach and swollen breasts. The sellsword felt himself stiffen, his manhood pressing into the girl's back. She laughed at this and took his hands, placing them upon her belly.
His hands were rough, but she enjoyed the texture of them upon her smooth skin. She guided his hands, making sure that his motions remained gentle. Slowly, she moved one of his hands higher and higher, until it rested lightly upon her breast, her nipple rising at the touch. Gasping softly, she said, "Harder." Daario squeeze harder, feeling the weight in his hand. In his excitement, he gripped her stomach as well, causing her to wince in pain. "Oooohhh…" Dany moaned, feeling a shift in her stuffed belly. She opened her mouth to chastise him, but instead a loud belch passed between her lips, taking both of them by surprise. Dany rushed to excuse herself, saying "Ah, I fear I am quite…bloated from my meal. Please, excuse me." This did nothing to calm the bubbling in her gut however, and it was not long until she was belching almost constantly, the gas unearthed thanks to the sellswords rubbing. The poor girl was blushing furiously, but did not wish him to stop because the relief after each burp was nearly orgasmic. Still, she attempted to excuse herself, only succeeding half the time. "Please…*UURRPP*… oh goodness, excuse me I must apolo-*BEEELLLCHHHH*…I'm sorry…*BUUOOORRRPPPP*...pardon me." The bout of gassiness caused many of the excuses to come out as belches themselves.
After one particularly deep, wet belch, she felt good enough to turn around and face Daario. She leaned into him, her gorged stomach and large breasts pressing up against him as she took his mouth with her own. Her tongue touched his and she shuddered in pleasure, excited at the prospect of feeling a man inside her once again. Pushing him down onto his back, Dany climbed on top of him leaning over him in order to never break contact with his mouth. In its stuffed state, her belly hung low enough to brush against his abdomen and her breasts dangled tantalizingly in front of the sellsword's face. Breaking off their kiss, she guided him inside her, gasping audibly as he entered. She winced as he filled her completely, it had been a long time since Drogo and she had regained much of the former tightness of maidenhood. Eventually though, as she continued to work up and down his shaft, she began to enjoy the feeling of tightness and could feel herself coming close to the edge.
She screamed in ecstasy as she came, feeling as though all the tension of the last months had suddenly gone out of her in one moment. For several moments, she sat on top of him, panting, his manhood still inside her. She found herself unable to move, paralyzed by the sensation that had consumed her entire being. Dany eventually slid off to lie beside him, curling up as best she could due to her still swollen stomach. Daario smiled, and asked, "Did I do well, your grace?" Daenerys gave him a look of grudging approval and replied, "Yes…yes you did very well, I must say." It struck her then that he had not finished, and sudden thought struck her; this would be his punishment. The two of them lay there for several more minutes until finally the Targaryen girl sat up and drew her shawl around her once again. Daario, disappointed that he was not able to finish but still overjoyed at the opportunity he had been given, took the hint and dressed himself. Before he left, he once again knelt before the queen and took her hand, kissing it gently and smiling at her previous to his final departure.
When he was out of sight, Dany slid back onto the pillows, sighing in relief as a monstrous fart exploded from her plump behind. "Gods," she said aloud, "I'd been holding that in for nearly the last half hour. "