Have… Madame D’s curves appeared in hieroglyphics-
"A-Ah, well... I suppose you could say there's a resemblance in a few recently discovered burial mounds..."
She's been on edge ever since a dig team recently uncovered the tomb of a previously unknown pharaoh... A queen pharaoh that led one of the first and most prosperous dynasties in ancient Egyptian history, if the hieroglyphics in this surprisingly empty tomb were to be believed.
And, well...
There's an enormous rear that seems to stretch as wide as the horizon in the hieroglyphics, but...
Your writing of Madame D has gotten me horny horny as well which is why I'm thinking of a milk chugging contest between the patrons except all the milk is hyper-fattening and coming straight from D's boobs that have been growing all night cause she put on the extra-strength pasties and hgbvfgc-
She is so hot and I will find elfTatsumaki to make your brain melt later
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CW: Lactation, Breast Feeding, Breast Milk Induced XWG
It was honestly hard to distinguish what was going on. You could just make out different shades of flab, surging outwards more and more rhythmically. It had started out as a small little show put on by the Madame, more flamboyant and fiercely sexual showmanship than anything you had ever seen, but supposed to be just another display of her hedonistic desires like all the rest before it. But, strangely, Madam D had waddled her fat, jiggling ass to the stage a bit differently than you remembered her. While she was massive all over, huge beyond measure, she could at least be called bottom heavy, with her hips, ass, and thighs being the main star of the show... even if only just barely. But now, though? Madam D had an absurd enough bust to be called an hourglass, and her enormous gut hadn't shrunk one bit either.
There were only two competitors. One was one of Madam D's bunnies, a shorter girl attempting to keep a stoic expression, but kept wincing and unintentionally belching, already painfully full and fat from one of Madam D's earlier kinky displays of passion. The other was a young man... or were they a woman? It was honestly hard to tell since they were so fat. Their enormous breasts could have been either moobs or boobs, and that low hanging gut and monstrous FUPA certainly weren't helping either. The androgynous fatty just pathetically mewled and squirmed in place, a studded collar buried under inches of neck flab connected to a long leash resting in Madam D's hand.
"Hello, hello~! Welcome my lovely patrons, to Madam D's fantastical fattening fantasy~! While you've been enjoying seeing me get bigger, fatter, flabbier, jigglier... lewder~... You've yet to see some other adorable cuties as the star of the show~! I'm just soooooo full of milk that it's starting to leak out at this point, and that just won't do you know. My poor cookie pasties will just crumble to nothing before long once they become soaked with milk! Soooooo... I've enlisted two lovely helpers~! Some of you may recognize this darling bunny bun from earlier, as none other than my lovely little Yvonne joins the show again~! Poor little thing is just full beyond belief, but I think she'll have plenty of room to guzzle down my milk straight from the tap~. As for the other adorable darling that will be assisting me today, meet Thyme, my newest little puppy that's just so eager to lap up all of mommy's milk~"
Despite the pathetic mewling and whining from both participants as Madam D waddled closer, they were both ultimately unable to resist as the ravenette mistress of The Blue Heron as she waddled closer, and just barely managed to reach her ham hock arms around her massive bust to push both "assistants" directly into her breasts. The whining and whimpering soon stopped, and despite their apparent reluctance, both Yvonne and Thyme began to gobble down the enormous chocolate chip cookies acting as pasties for Madam D's engorged breasts, but as soon as they did, Madam D let out a sharp, breathy gasp, quickly followed by a low moan of pleasure. It hadn't even been a few seconds since they gobbled the cookies, and both greedy feedees were already fighting to keep up with the torrent of milk flooding down their throats. Thick, creamy milk that seemed so sweet and rich you felt full and satiated just looking at it... but also, strangely ravenous. It dribbled out of their mouths, leaking down their flabby faces and Madam D's massive tits.
For the first time in seemingly ever, Madam D had entirely lost her composure, so pleasure drunk that her calm and collected demeanor was eroded by the flood of erotic glee and fervent desire. Both Yvonne and Thyme were already so much fatter than Madam D, despite being noticeably smaller than her before starting. They were swelling up like human balloons, flab taking up another inch of space every second, hundreds of pounds piling on in the blink of an eye, and despite how painfully full both blobs were moments ago, they couldn't stop suckling on Madam D's tits, greedily drinking down every last drop. They were so addicted that you didn't even think it would be possible for them to, which made you wonder just how good that milk must have tasted...
Eventually, both blobs had taken up so much space that you had to climb atop their growing mass, or be buried underneath ever expanding blubber. So now, you were situated on one of Yvonne's colossal belly rolls, feeling how she was still steadily swelling up with more and more fat, despite her pale flab being all you could see wherever you looked. You still heard Madam D's pleasure filled moans, and uncharacteristically girlish yelps and whines. If nothing else, Madam D seemed to be enjoying herself. Though, while you were stranded on the massive blob of fat that was Yvonne... you felt something warm and wet start to flow onto you. Swiftly looking over, you could see that it was the very same milk Yvonne and Thyme were guzzling down, Madam D's breast milk, the hyper addictive and hyper fattening liquid that turned two people into geographic features. It smelled really good, and well...
In the myriad complexities and unknowns of life, there often dwelled things that just couldn't quite be explained, no matter what frame of reference you looked at it from. Granted, there were very few things that accomplished minds (human or otherwise) couldn't seem to understand no matter what... but that didn't make the few true unknowns any less real.
And as Rin walked through an ordinary looking glass door with an elegant invitation in hand... she encountered one of these unknowns.
What had looked like a shabby, rundown, and abandoned mall entrance led to one of the most opulent scenes she could have imagined. The air was rich with the fragrance of perfume, decadent wine, and the subtle undertone of an indulgent feast trying to whet her appetite. Crystal chandeliers lit the seemingly endless space in a warm, comforting light, subconsciously relaxing the mind. A fountain made of alabaster, gold, silver, platinum, marble, and countless other precious metals and minerals stood tall and proud in the lobby. It was a proclamation of indulgence and decadence, almost comically so, as the sweetest wine flowed from a decanter held by one of many statues of supple, deliciously plump figures.
What had she done to earn an invite to such an impossibly luxurious and wondrous place? And where had this been hiding the whole time? There was no way that this place could have fit in a shabby mall and nobody would have noti-
"Oh my, oh my~! Who do we have here, a lovely guest here for the first time~? How convenient I managed to catch you so soon~"
Rin had likely seen her share of enormous women, truly gargantuan ladies of epic proportions. But the ravenette with a bob waddling over felt more like an avalanche of lard than a person. It was a feat of engineering in and of itself to create a dress that fit over a woman that big, and even more inconceivable that it looked to be of high fashion. The colossal lady shuffling towards her felt like an inescapable tsunami of fat, like no matter how far Rin tried to walk away or around, she'd inevitably get smothered by the tide... or, belly in this case.
"If I had known such an adorable guest would be coming along today, I would have spent all day right by the doors to welcome you the second you walked in~! But, I suppose now that I'm here, I suppose I should give you a proper welcome."
The gargantuan woman chuckled, her voice smooth as velvet, and sweet as spiced wine. Reaching over, a similarly fat arm handed her a glass of champagne, the identity of the giver obscured by the enthusiastic greeter's impossibly wide hips. She had yet to set her own glass of wine down. Nonetheless, she presented Rin the glass of sparkling, cold as ice champagne, still fizzing like it had been freshly poured.
"Welcome, young lady, to The Blue Heron. I am Madam D, the maître d' of this establishment. I'll be here to answer any of your questions, and make sure you have the most wonderful time you can~"
As Fat Tuesday draws closer, Madam D is starting preparations to make The Blue Heron even more of a bacchanalian cavalcade of hedonistic delights. Mardi Gras is always a delightful time of year for the casino, a week of pure indulgence before the faithful undergo a period of pious restrictions.
Plus, she may or may not take a more svelte form and walk the streets of New Orleans. She's very familiar with how to get all of the goodies off passing floats~
"Despite our main theme of rotundity here at The Blue Heron, I must assure you that we cater to any and every heart's desire for our winners. But please do keep in mind..."
"Any changes to your waistline due to gambling away your svelte figure will be permanent, no matter what you'd like to happen to you~"
"Tracy, darling, your very employment at The Blue Heron is hanging by a single, but surprisingly strong thread. That being the fact that nearly every customer seems to like you so much, they end up becoming blobs before they know it. Why on earth would I hire anyone based on your recommendation?"
"Okay I get that you're still mad about me stealing that cute boy from you the other night-"
"And every other night."
"Not my fault they want a perky ass instead of saggy cellulite butt..."
"Temper..."
"I mean what an amazing ass you have Madam D! May I bow before it and start worshipping that temple of hot MILF ass? Anywaysyoushouldtotallyhiremycousinstheyrecuteanddesperateforcashplease-"
"..."
"Fine, but get on your knees, you're going to work for this favor. I believe you were just saying something about worshipping?"
"Okay!!"
Somehow, some way, Tracy once again manages to turn an impossible situation around completely in her favor with absolutely no downsides. Who wouldn't want to worship Madam D's ass like a zealot? And get rewarded for it no less?!
CREAM: I want you to take me out in crop tops and shorts to show the world what a lardball you've made me.
"Embarrassment and shame are emotions meant for humans, not piggies masquerading as them. Now keep waddling, I get so very few days off, and I don't want to squander it all by waiting for you to waddle that blubber ass to the next buffet! Stop blushing like a little school girl, you're a grown woman... though, if you're good, I'll be your mommy again tonight~"
Gaining Madam D's favor was a double edged sword. On the one hand, you never had to worry about a lot of things ever again. Your enormous sugar momma made sure that you had anything you desired, but she'd always get you to do something for her that she saw as equal value. Want a few hundred dollars for a shopping spree? Be a good girl and chug this gainer shake for momma first. Sad that you never got the exclusive collector's edition items from your favorite games? Get on your hands and knees, wiggle that butt, and make the cutest little oinks while you eat out of a trough for that swimsuit figure of your favorite character... although they're a lot fatter than you remember.
Yesterday, though, you put on the biggest puppy eyes you could and begged Mommy D for something particularly pricey, even by her generous standards, so...
"Honestly, such a greedy pig of a girl, making requests that she can't possibly pay back. A bit too big for your britches, don't you think sweetie? Though... I suppose you're quite literally getting too big for them now, hmmm~? That thong is a nice pink on you... I should save it as a color swatch so I know the perfect color for a piggy costume~"
A sharp, resounding smack to your ass echoed out. People on the street gawked at the two massive women taking up an entire sidewalk just to themselves. Though, as absurdly huge as Madam D's default size outside of The Blue Heron was... you were starting to surpass your sugar momma's immense size, and that was especially evident with how your booty shorts resembled panties more than anything, massive ass cheeks swallowing up the fabric like an abyss. Vibrant, neon pink elastic was just barely visible going over your hips, your love handles and fat rolls almost making the straps of your thong completely invisible and swallowed up by lard. Your crop top strained against your breasts, the fabric screaming out in protest as it fought to contain such massive udders while they swayed side to side with every movement.
Even with your ponderous waddle, your thighs rubbed together, touching down to the knees, and any hope of the flabby pillars of lard you called legs having a thigh gap again had long since died. Every part of you jiggled, wobbled, or clapped and slapped against even more of your own flab. You were being shown off, displayed like a spoiled pet, and Madam D was sure to let every single person who gawked get a good look at you, often turning you around and showing you off like her favorite prize pig. You whimpered as you panted and gasped for air right outside the entrance to your 4th buffet for this afternoon... Madam D only smiled, leaning in, her fat gut squishing against your side, her hand grabbing a generous handful of your couch crushing ass cheeks. Her breath was hot against your ear, and her velvety smooth, teasing tone sending electric shivers of pure bliss throughout your entire body.
"Eat for me piggy, get fatter, be a good girl and keep swelling with lard for mommy~ We'll go home once you rip those shorts, but they're very elastic darling, so best get to stuffing yourself as full and fat as can be. I'll even tend to you however you want when we get home~"
