Cersei and Daenerys and Taena Pt. 5

“Khaleesi!” Irri’s eyes lit up as she took her first bite of the traditional Meereenese chili prepared by the local chefs. “You must try! It is delicious!” Daenerys quickly chewed the massive amount of chicken that she had just stuffed into her mouth, washing it down with a gulp of chilled wine. She belched heartily. “Oh my! Pardon me.” She still had some manners, although she was beginning to look and sound more like a pig every day. “I will try it soon, Irri, do not worry. Jiqui, how is the lamb?” The other serving girl blushed, caught in the act of greedily stuffing her face with the lamb stew. She had already finished 2 bowls and was working on her third. She laughed nervously and replied, “It will be quite to your liking, Khaleesi!” Daenerys grinned ruefully and poked the girl’s belly, already becoming taut with the feast the three were enjoying.
It had been 3 weeks since her handmaidens had confessed their interest in her newly acquired weight, and had expressed their want to start gaining themselves. Since then, it was safe to say that each of the serving girls had put on 30 pounds, the Targaryen girl eager to fatten them up. Irri probably now weighed 175, with most of it being added to her rear and thighs, which had become large and jiggled whenever she moved. Her breasts too, had seen some growth, and she could often be seen tugging at her dresses in order to make sure her treasures did not suddenly pop out. Her belly had expanded too, of course, and extended onto her lap as she rested on her knees, stuffing her face with the chili. Jiqui’s weight had ballooned to 190, and although her thighs and butt had definitely thickened, her belly and boobs now held most of the weight. Her tits were massive, probably DDD, and she had had to have all new garments made. Her belly was larger than Irri’s and hung down between her legs as she greedily ate stew, legs splayed.
Daenerys, though, still dwarfed the other two. She had not shied away from any of the food she had put before her two serving girls, and as a result now weighed close to 215. Her breasts were enormous, EEE, resting heavily on her globular gut which growled (either with hunger or in digestion) constantly and took up about half of her lap when she sat on the throne.  Her ass had become cushion-like, and her thighs were quite thick. Whenever she belched or farted, the fatter parts of her usually jiggled with the force of the expulsion, and she had blushed mightily when her handmaidens had pointed this out to her. Despite the voice in her head that chided her each time she stuffed her face or let fly an unladylike eruption, she could not help but continue to enjoy eating to excess and she loved the relief that came after a particularly gassy roar.
One such roar came now, as the queen put her hand to her mouth demurely and belched into it for a solid 8 seconds. Any attempt she had made at being polite, though, was negated by the sheer length and chunkiness of the belch, as well as the sigh of ecstasy she released afterwards. She excused herself and continued eating, popping the last of the chicken into her mouth. She then moved on to a loaf of fresh, thick bread, slathering each bite in butter before eagerly biting down. To her right, Irri looked uncomfortable, and leaned to one side slightly as a messy, wet “PPPPPHHHHHHRRRRTTTTT!” ripped out of her. It seemed as though the chili had gotten to her rather quickly, and Jiqui giggled at partner’s fart. Daenerys laughed too, and Irri blushed and pardoned herself. She was still unused to being able to be so open with her queen, no matter how many times the blonde girl told her it was alright. Jirri dropped the spoon into the empty pot of lamb stew with a clang and thumped her chest gently until a deep, wet “HHHHHOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!” erupted out of her throat. She laughed again and sighed, not bothering to excuse herself. She had grown up as a whore, and was still relatively new to the business of being a handmaiden, so she had no second thoughts when it came to her lack of manners. Daenerys giggled at her companion’s rudeness, but was not offended. The truth was that the three had grown much closer over the course of the last 3 weeks.
As she slathered more butter onto the entire loaf of bread she was working on, the queen managed to fling a generous pat onto her own massive chest, and it slowly slid down into her cleavage, much to her dismay. She shivered in discomfort and exclaimed “Ewww…it feels so *UURRP* disgusting!” Daenerys took her napkin and attempted to clean her breasts, but could not manage to stuff her plump hand in between her cleavage without totally exposing herself. Irri and Jiqui could not help but giggle when the ridiculous spectacle resulted in the queen’s large breasts popped right out of her wrappings. Daenerys sighed. She was not embarrassed at exposing herself in front of her hand maidens, they had dressed her for the last year, but she was somewhat exasperated with the sheer size of her chest. “Damn these things,” She said, struggling to hold one in each hand. “They always get in the way!” So saying, she hiccupped and then let loose a gurgling “BEEEEELLLLLCCCCHHHHH!” excusing herself in the aftermath.
Jiqui grabbed one of the queen’s breasts gently, kissing it and running her tongue over the nipple. Daenerys gasped, the sharp twinge of pleasure taking her by surprise. “My queen,” said her hand maiden, “Let us feed you. You deserve to relax.” Daenerys was not about to object to such an offer, and slowly lay back against the pile of cushions behind her. This put her in a sort of half-lying down, half-sitting position, so that she was forced to spread her legs in order to let her large gut rest comfortably. Her breasts, now too heavy to sit perkily on her chest, drooped slightly off the sides of her body. She sighed in ecstasy, as if it had been a chore to sit upright. She remained like this for the next hour, Irri and Jiqui bringing her a massive amount of food in that time period. Finally, after a chicken, a duck, 3 loaves of bread, 2 pitchers of wine, and a whole strawberry pie, the blonde queen declared her feast over with the loudest belch the two handmaidens had ever heard. It lasted over 10 seconds and was unbelievably deep and gassy. After the eruption, Danerys turned bright red and said softly, “Er…pardon me.” Before ripping a monstrous “PPPPHHHHRRRRRRRRT!” that caused her generous ass to jiggle. She sighed in relief and patted her enormous gut gently, saying “Goodness…that felt incredible.” Irri and Jiqui giggled at their queen’s gassiness, they themselves having let fly a symphony of gas throughout the course of the stuffing. The queen had eaten a lot, but the two other girls had had more than their fair share of food, as well.
Daenerys burped again, this time saying “Uff. I am truly a pig. She slapped her gut for emphasis, forcing another “AAARRRPPPPP!” out of it. She giggled then, at the sheer absurdity of her predicament. Irri and Jiqui began to laugh too, as the blonde girl’s laughter was infectious. The fit of giggles was interrupted by a large fart that exploded out of Jiqui’s rear end, but this only caused a renewed fit of giggling from the girls. Eventually the laughter subsided and the handmaidens lay down next to their queen, doing their best to curl up like they used to.