#ezeli

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"o-oh gods...look at me...and still, I'm hungry..."

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The vain Unbrin King feeling more than just hungry.

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"L'thev...be c-careful..."

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Ezeli gets bigger every time I draw him, this will likely be his approximate size in the next chapter.

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Ezeli, always torn between self-conscious and self-confident since becoming a King, enjoys L'thev staring at him, even as immobility seems imminent.

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L'thev (post-Slangnul)

Ezeli (current size)

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Are there any important holidays or celebrations in Th'del (like Christmas/Yuletide, Samhain/Halloween solstice celebrations, etc.) And if so would you mind doing a drabble between Ezili and L'thev and then gaining weight during those celebrations?

There is a holiday on Th'del that is made up from several cultural feast days during the winter months. As unification of the planet began, so did the combining of similar overlapping celebrations. The Queens' Feasts is twelve day celebration that honors the ancient queens from Th'del's various lands as well the Goddesses from Th'del's myth-history. The Feast days, being a synchronization of many beliefs, mark the coldest days in the North/ warmest days in the South, as well as enjoying bounty of the harvest (food and royal honey)/ praying for the growing season, while also being a season for omens and prophecy. While food and drink are not something withheld  in most Th'delian cultures, it can get quite hedonistic during this time. Orgies are also a very common occurrence.

The Queen is given a hallucigenic drink, where she is said to speak with those who came before her and the various Goddesses. Her handmaids will record her statements  and priestesses will look for omens.

Among those days, are three days honoring the Kings. The Kings are foundational for how the royal honey is stored and its importance to how Th'del functions. These days have roots in several lands, especially Ebbesa, where the first King is storied to come from. During the Queens' Feasts, the Kings hands and feet are stained with red-purple dye, marked with golden tattoos that lasts near six weeks, and  wore special similar colored robes that were meant to be outgrown. The Kings are also given the hallucigenic drink and their words are marked and recorded by priestesses as well.

It was the Th'lin Prince's first time experiencing the Queens' Feasts. In Th'li, winter was a quiet, somber time which only focused on the darkness outside. This holiday was much different than they were used to in any capacity. Already, they had noticed a tightness in their clothing, even though they felt they weren't really overindulging in the sweet breads and cakes that were readily available. L'thev looked at themself in their mirror, gently touching their plump rear and hips, and softened lower belly after bathing.  Even the base of their tail felt fuller.

-- Ezeli's softened hands were already stained red-purple as he pulled up the edge of his pants for Wa'sme and another handmaiden to dip his feet into the stain. He could already feel the ceremonial clothing tighten in places. Meals were definitely running together, bridged by "snacks" and bah-zela, the heavy cream drinks made with royal honey. Despite not fighting his growing appetite much anymore, Ezeli found that he was falling behind when it came to the one of other Kings who had come after L'thev. Qeda, the Ebbesan King, was wider in every direction, steadily surpassing Ezeli.

There was a knock at his bedroom door and the other handmaiden opened it, allowing L'thev entrance.

"My, you look rather handsome in those maroon robes, sansaadi." He hummed. L'thev flushed, walking around while looking at Ezeli's feet being stained. "You'll go next." He rested his hand on L'thev's back before his ears lifted some, stroking the thicker base of L'thev's tail. "Two days into the Queens' Feasts and you're plumping up like a g'deli pup." Ezeli's hand moved lower and L'thev blushed deeper. "Much softer here..."

"I-I...have a hard time saying no to the cakes, I guess." L'thev murmured. Ezeli's ears went up and the Unbrin grinned, crimson eyes glinting.

"Oh?" He hummed, stained hand slipping up and grasping gently at L'thev's soft lower belly. "And why would you be saying no, sansaadi? It's the Queens' Feasts. We have dark, cold days ahead of us." He kissed L'thev's forehead.  "You've had bah-zela right?"

"No? What is that?" L'thev replied. Ezeli looked to the other handmaiden and she nodded. "I-I don't want to spoil dinner." 

"Spoil dinner, L'thev...have dessert first." Moments later, she returned with pale green cream in a glass. L'thev took it with both hands. "It's only made during this season, sansaadi. Growing up in Unbri, my sisters and I only got one glass each on the last day of the Queens' Feasts." Ezeli explained. This year however, he was making up for that, nearly capping off each meal and snack with a glass. He was sure his Slangnul was swimming in it. L'thev brought the glass to their lips, taking a hesitant sip. Ezeli smiled as L'thev flushed, quickly raising the glass up to take longer sips. Ezeli's hand spread against bit of plushness of the Th'lin's waist. 

"It's...it's very rich." L'thev said, finishing the glass before handing it to the handmaiden. "I like it." L'thev said with their stoic tone. Ezeli grinned, now feeling like the bad influence and reveling in it.

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After L'thev's hands and feet had been stained and decorated, they were taken to the vast dining hall through the doors on the leftmost wall. The room covered in golden mirrors, lit by candles and a fireplace. It smelled warm and sweet, above the other scents of food and drink. Every king, except for the massively immobile Y'sitrah and Chiyo, and nearly completely immobilized Vevil, were there. Even Devir was there, surprising the Th'lin prince.  The sheer amount of food and drink coming in was almost unbelievable but nothing was going to waste; barely a drop of liquid sat at ths bottom of emptied pitchers, bones of ground hens and giant senvi fish had been picked clean. Red-purple stained hands pulled at meat and breads, and those growing too full to stuff themselves were helped by the handmaidens. The room was filled with noises of hedonistic gluttony, brought on not by the thralls caused by the Slangnul but simply the spirit of the season.

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"Look at -hic- this..." Ezeli said, stained fingers pressed against L'thev's plush, pinkened potbelly, as L'thev sat against the much bigger Unbrin. L'thev flushed, covering their mouth after a surprised belch. Ezeli drunkenly patted it with a chuckle.

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Would you write something stuffing themed with Ezeli?

"L-L'thev...I..." Ezeli began but the Th'lin prince pushed a stuffed and leaf-wrapped rice ball to his mouth. Ezeli ate it with a weak, needy noise. L'thev already was getting another bite ready, their free hand resting on Ezeli's swelling upper belly. He swallowed with a low belch as L'thev brought the next bite to his lips. It wasn't even his thrall, but it didn't seem to matter, Ezeli's appetite had been growing steadily. Under L'thev's palm, his stomach gurgled, causing the vain King to flush. He'd be immobile by month's end if...if... his face warmed and reddened as L'thev fed him another bite. "H-h, L'thev, I...there's some more right?" He asked after chewing and swallowing. The prince's calm face lifted to Ezeli and Ezeli blushed, embarrassed.

"You want more?" L'thev asked, ears lifting a bit.

"J-just a bit more." Ezeli replied, clearing his throat, ears going down. L'thev kissed his softened cheek. It was shortly after that Ymsi and two other handmaidens brought in another dinner's worth of food.

"Just a bit more." L'thev smiled softly. Ezeli swallowed a bit, knowing he couldn't hide his desires from L'thev. They thanked the handmaidens and the door was shut. Ezeli felt his stomach rumbling against L'thev as new fresh smells arose from the dishes.

L'thev fed the Unbrin King dutifully, bringing thick soups to his lips, followed by wrapped veggies and meats, fried sweet pastries, and a large leg of a deski ground hen. Ezeli moaned as he ate, physically feeling himself growing fuller and heavier with each bite. He felt a buzzy need with each shift of his weight, belch, and needy grasp at L'thev's robe. His recently updated clothing were already growing tight, his shirt hung open, unbuttoned as L'thev kissed the most swollen curve of his belly. He felt a low buzz in his brain grow stronger as he pawed and grasped at himself. Good gods...I'm huge...only getting bigger.

With a breathy belch, Ezeli murmured: "I...I think...o-ouurp...I'm...feeling full now." He huffed under L'thev's hands which massaged the taut ball of his upper stomach. He looked down at L'thev's warm golden gaze. Ezeli grew flustered and flushed. "S-sansaadi...uurp...l-look at...what you've..." he huffed again. "You're a terrible influence."

L'thev gave another small, slow smile before kissing Ezeli's full, gurgling gut.

"Yes, my King." L'thev replied softly.