The Fat Wives of Nohr Part 2

(Fire Emblem Fates)

"Come on, Niles! Hurry! Hurry! She should be waiting for us in the foyer already!"

"Yes, milady. I will make myself move with more haste than any man should be capable of mustering. Doing such a thing is truly the very least that I could accomplish for you."

Princess Elise ran through the spacious corridor with a notable bounce in her step, as well as in a few other places on her person, and a hearty giggle in her throat. She was so excited and she didn't care to try and hide it one bit. Today was the day that she would finally reunite with her older sister Camilla after two whole months. For the sake of the occasion, Elise had taken great efforts to improve her features so she would appear as a true 'mature woman', just like her beloved sibling. She had her infamous drill-hair curls undone, commissioned a new white dress to wear, and she'd even attempted to put on make-up. 'Attempt' was a kind enough word to use, because she had to have her maids do it for her after realizing she had made herself resemble a jester. Elise had been thinking often about proving how much she'd grown in the short span of only two months. Camilla would be surprised. She wouldn't be able to pick up her precious Elise off of the ground and twirl her over her head like in the past. Maybe for reasons Elise wasn't entirely aware of, either.

Elise took a brief pause in her running to catch her breath. She could have said she was out of shape, but she'd surely earned some sort of rest after all of the trials and tribulations of war she'd experienced. Sweets were often her penchant. Every time she'd thought she'd only eaten a few, she would have some more, all the while continuing to ignore the rest of the meals she'd had previously in the same day. It was a cycle that had been rolling on and on for some time. Niles was typically someone who loved to mock, tease, and deride others. However, when it came to Elise and especially her weight, he was more prone to holding his venomous tongue. He patiently waited beside her until she resumed her dash toward the foyer. While she wasn't nearly as big as Princess Charlotte or Queen Severa, the young woman was certainly a few shades heavier since the war days, like almost every other female ex-soldier in Nohr it seemed.

"What do you think Camilla will say when she sees me, Niles?" Elise beamed.

"She'll probably not be able to say anything because she'd be struggling to hold back her tears of joy. Not to mention she'd be too busy cuddling you and pinching your chubby cheeks."

"Oh? M-My cheeks are not that chubby! A little soft, maybe, but it's like a 'charm point' or whatever it was you called it, right?"

"Heh. Yes, I did say it was something like that once. You are right." laughed the older man.

"Please don't call them 'chubby', though! It's...it's not the right word to use for them!"

"Ha ha ha ha. I'm sorry, Milady."

Elise was not entirely aware of her weight gain. She knew she might have eaten too much some days, but she tended to overlook her gain rather than ever confront it head-on. She was not the only woman in Nohr to behave that way. As a princess who undeniably carried royal status, she was given the chance to get away with overlooking reality more so than your average person.

When they entered the foyer, they were quick to discover Princess Camilla and her husband Keaton were already waiting for them. They weren't hard to spot; Keaton stood out like a sore thumb with his furry ears and tail. Camilla stood out even more so. She was smiling from ear to ear, her eyes partially open, and it was the same kind of smile she had saved for those most precious to her. Elise ran until she was close enough to literally lunge at her sister and take hold of her with the most powerful of embraces.

"Big sis!"

Camilla let out a sultry chuckle as she returned the hug the best she could. "My, my, Elise, you really have grown up. You hardly look a thing like the sweet baby sister I knew from a few months ago. It makes me rather sad to see you without your adorable hair curls."

"I don't need my hair like that, Camilla! Come on, I'm still me no matter how I look!"

Camilla slipped one hand down between the two of them, no easy feat, and gave a gentle poke into the curve of Elise's little pot-belly. The younger princess must have thought she could have concealed it behind that loose-flowing dress of hers, but there was no doubt of its presence. She wasn't too big, but Camilla could certainly feel her weight, and it was pushing down against her own enormous stomach. Camilla's own rotund face quivered as a faint string of laughter emitted from her throat.

"Yes, that's right. You'll always be my precious Elise."

Niles approached. He acknowledged Keaton with a nod. Keaton nodded back and did not say anything. He never seemed to feel comfortable being in a place as grandiose and stuffy as the royal castle, even on his own wedding day. Niles smirked. He'd deal with the dog later. Right now, it was Camilla who truly captured his full attention. He could not say he had ever seen a woman in Nohr as large as her, and he had already seen many.

Camilla wore a very simple black and elegant dress, as it was likely the only thing that could fit over her ambitiously ample bosom. Her breasts had always been relatively large, but now they hung quite precariously in front of her as they were greatly dragged downward by their own weight. They were also quite enormous horizontally, stretching so wide and squeezing against one another, crafting a deep, dark chasm for a cleavage line. If Elise had been a smaller girl, she could have probably been swallowed whole inside of it and smothered between the walls of flesh. A single tit alone was bigger than her head. Even so, while those titanic breasts were still large enough to reach across her entire stomach, the stomach that Camilla carried on her overfed person was nothing to speak little about either. Her stomach hung even lower in front of her. So much so that some of it managed to peek out from underneath her dress. It was not split into multiple rolls, either. The oldest princess of Nohr carried her gargantuan figure and everything on it with impeccable grace; her thighs were humongous, but they had no loose flesh hanging off them. It was almost as if all of the available muscle Camilla had left was packed inside her thighs so she could keep walking in spite of her weight. If Niles had to make an educated guess, he would assume that Camilla may have weighed between 450 to 500 pounds, an incredible amount of weight. The Wolfskin tribe lived deep in the woods and mountains on the country's outskirts. Now that Keaton was the chieftain of the tribe, his wife was able to be kept well-fed through the aid of the entire village. Well-fed enough that she had fattened up to this size, as it so happened.

Her face, with its wobbling jowls and three chins, shined with a childish sense of wonder as she took in the sights around her. Clearly, she was happy to be back at her old home again, even if it was for only a little while.

Suddenly, Elise got down onto her knees and pressed the side of her head against Camilla's stomach. "So? So? Is it true what you said in your letter, Camilla?"

"Heh heh, that's right, Elise." Camilla rubbed her own stomach from its sides, taking a moment to pause and squeeze her love-handles as well. "I am pregnant with my second child already."

"That's wonderful! I get to be an Aunt...again!"

"Unlike the first child, I will be able to raise this one myself and allow them to have a proper childhood. There will be no need for the Deeprealms or anything such as that anymore."

"I'm so happy for you, Camilla!"

"It will be the second of many, many more to come."

"Ha ha, you always did act pretty motherly, so I guess it makes sense you'd want a whole lot of kids!"

As the pair continued to chat among each other, going on and on about everything that had happened in their recent lives, Niles stepped closer toward Keaton.

"You have quite the wife there. I hope you are treasuring her well." Niles remarked.

Keaton immediately got onto the defensive. "Eh? What the hell are you talking about? Of course I treat her right, you jerk? Who do you think I am?"

"You're a Wolfskin, I know that much."

"Are you trying to pick a fight or something, you..."

Suddenly, Keaton stopped. He took a sniff of the air and he began looking around. "Wait a minute, where did Velouria go? I'm pretty sure she had come here with us only a few minutes ago. Did that girl sneak off to go and dig up some treasure somewhere...and WITHOUT ME getting in on it?"

"You need to keep your priorities in check, my fuzzy-tailed friend."

Camilla looked over to address what her husband was complaining about. Still rubbing her stomach with one chubby hand, the portly princess took a deep whiff of the air as well. "Hmm. I do not smell our daughter, but I am sure she will reconvene with us soon, my darling. She might have gone off to meet with Nina! However, what I do smell is something quite delicious being prepared in the kitchens down below!"

"Oh, that's right! We're holding a big feast for you today! Leo and Xander are going to be there! Charlotte and Severa too! Let's go!" Elise giggled.

Camilla smiled again. Her stomach rumbled, enough so that it caused her whole body to briefly shake with tremors. She was ready to eat, but this time she was going to be eating for two, although eating for one was already more than enough than what most people could handle in a single sitting. Princess Camilla may have been a young woman who filled important positions of power, but similar to Charlotte, Severa, Elise and many others, she did not do very well in controlling herself when placed in front of the temptations of food. She took Elise's hand in her own and began to waddle toward the banquet hall with her.

"Let's not waste any more time and go to the feast then, shall we?"

Hand in hand, the two plump princesses willfully waddled in whatever direction it was that the delicious aromas intended to take them. Their dutiful husbands followed closely behind. Surely most of this reunion between royal siblings would be focused in the banquet hall. That is, as long as Princess Camilla, Princess Elise, Princess Charlotte and Queen Severa were eating together.

"Behold!" Odin stepped aside and struck a pose, waving his hands in the direction of a rather flush-faced Nyx. "My tiny, adorable wife!"

Nyx, understandably, felt like she'd just been put in the spotlight and she absolutely hated it. "For Gods' sake, Odin. This is not what I imagined this was what was going to happen when you said you wanted to do this."

"What she may lack in vertical endowment, she more than makes up for it with her sparkling spirit, her glistening beauty, her dazzling mind, and what tremendous reaches she has accomplished with her horizontal width in such a short time since marriage! I may not be able to lift her in my arms as easily as I once did, but an increase in her overall hardiness, and heaviness, does nothing at all to affect me except increase the amount of unadulterated love that I dare to feel for her!"

Nyx may have put on some weight recently, but she didn't need it acknowledged and especially not by her foolish husband. The dark mage did not need to be treated like some sort of idol or icon, when she was certainly neither, just like she was certainly not even truly half as young as she may have outwardly appeared. She looked over at Azura, who was standing beside her, and expected to receive some sort of support on her side. However, Azura did not say anything. Nyx looked down and allowed a thin digit to sink into the underside of her flaccid and fleshy belly. She didn't quite appreciate how much it yearned to jiggle. How did she get this big to begin with? It might have had something to do with how her enamored husband continued to shower her with both affection and treats all the time. Of course, her own weaknesses had to have some of the blame put onto them, too.

Arthur slicked back his greasy blonde hair as he unleashed a boisterous laugh in response to Odin's proclamations.

"I can appreciate what you say and I think you are perfectly correct in saying all of the things that you did! Nyx is most undeniably a woman of a high caliber that few could reach!"

Odin beamed with pride. "Thank you!"

"However!" Arthur suddenly continued. "You cannot simply overlook the majesty of my own wife as well! She is a princess herself and her name is Lady Azura! Not only does she wield on her face the visual features of the sort of sublime beauty that would make Lady Justice herself weep openly, but hear this! Her singing voice is so powerful that it can actually heal the soul of any man or woman who listens! Indeed, like Nyx, my wife Azura may have grown somewhat...plump...over her time since the war's end, but here I will also agree that it matters so little I may as well not have acknowledged it at all! I am a man who lives in the name of emulating justice, so it would be very, very UNJUST for me to say anything else except that my wife Azura is clearly perfect in every way!"

Azura took her husband's rambling of over-the-top compliments with far more humor than NYx did. "Oh, Arthur, that's so sweet of you. You truly do flatter me!"

"You're lucky to have someone who cared about you so much, Arthur. I'm not one to judge other retainers or how they do their jobs, but I would have to say, if I must be perfectly honest, then you do leave something to be desired."

Arthur raised a thick eyebrow. "What does that mean?" his chiseled features contorted into a pained sort of grimace.

"Niles told me all about it. You had lost the original wedding ring and spent almost three and a half whole hours digging through a patch of mud to try and find it. Eventually you had to go and purchase a new, cheaper ring because you didn't have another money to replace the first one properly!"

Arthur's face turned considerably pale after having one of his most shameful secrets announced in front of several other people, including the wife he had purchased the ring for in the first place. The former retainer was normally very open in confessing to his numerous instances of bad luck, but the ring had been a sacred part of the momentous occasion of his marriage. He hadn't wanted to risk ruining the mood with tales of his failures and making himself look incompetent. However, it was only Azura herself who wasn't surprised to hear the truth; she'd suspected it all along. It didn't upset her, though. Arthur had brought her a triple-layered fudge cake with chocolate pudding inside of it along with the ring when he proposed. Both had made her exceptionally happy.

"Ah, y-yes, well, I suppose...sometimes, I allow my own overwhelming sense of justice to get the better of me..." Arthur stammered, shaking his head. He felt worse about spending all of that time searching for a ring in the mud instead of spending it with his soon-to-be fiance.

"Don't put yourself down, Arthur!" cheered Azura from the sidelines.

Odin was feeling his own pride and ego swell further as Arthur's rapidly deflated. "I know you did your best, but I believe that, even if Azura may be some sort of reincarnation of 'Lady Justice' or whoever that is, it does not change the fact that my wife and I have a perfect relationship! If she demands me to bring her a platter of food, I make sure to not only pick the finest samples, but the most plentiful too! Ha ha ha! I've even named several of my most powerful spells after her! The Elimi-Nyx-or, the Almighty Blade of Nyx's Light, and the Destroyer of Nyx...which isn't about destroying Nyx herself, by the way. I probably could have named that last one better."

"You bring me whatever food I want to eat because I'd burn your butt with one of my tomes if you didn't." Nyx dryly interjected. "Also, those names ARE terrible and I'd already cast a curse on you that prevents you from actually saying any of them while in battle."

"Ah yes! I'd almost forgotten about that! Right you are, my wife! See? You remember the things that I, with my sharp Dark Mage's mind, can forget! Absolutely wonderful!"

"Ugh...just watching these two go on and on is making me hungry..."

Arthur and Odin had been drinking too much that night and it had resulted in them getting into an argument about their wives. It was all innocent fun, but these two men were both so grandiose in their statements and their claims, it all seemed even more pointless than it already had from the start. They both loved their individual significant others incredibly so, even though Azura and Nyx grew fatter and fatter with every passing day. Like they said, it did not matter to either of them. They'd been through matters of life and death together. There was no moving beyond the unbreakable bonds they had formed as married couples.

Nyx shuffled a little closer to Azura and whispered under her breath, "Do you want to go and get something to eat? Let's leave these two drunks here. There's no point in us hanging around and wasting our time. This is all becoming very annoying and superfluous."

"Could we get something sweet to eat?" Azura asked. Her stomach growled. The big, pale orb jiggled when Azura gave it a rub. She was a woman no longer driven by her goals to end war and rather to satisfy any and all desires of her tummy. Arthur had certainly helped facilitate that side of her by providing her food whenever and wherever she requested it.

Nyx shrugged. She was mostly bottom-heavy, but it wouldn't have been very obvious to a passerby's gaze. She liked to keep herself covered more frequently these days; she'd exchanged her original revealing mage attire for form-fitting sweaters and whatever stretchy material that could be procured to design her pants with. Not that the conservative clothing saved her from the embarrassment of her plump belly growling so noisily in the middle of the night. Nyx frowned. She had almost no fat to speak of in her face, not even on her cheeks or her jowls.

Azura, on the other hand, had a prominent double-chin that kept itself revealed no matter which expression she made. The rest of her curves were bigger all around too.

"Something sweet?" Nyx repeated.

Azura nodded.

Nyx scratched the back of her head and gave it a moment's thought. "Sure, why not?"

They left behind Arthur and Odin to their own devices. The two of them were already getting into a fight; one screamed about 'JUSTICE' at the top of his lungs and the other boasted over the wide variety of dark arts he had clearly mastered.

Effie and Beruka were eating dinner together. Not exactly a common scene, but they were both former retainers who had served under Elise and Camilla respectively so they were at least aware of each other's existence. Another similarity they shared was that they were two of the few women from Corrin's army who never married during the war. For Effie, it was not quite the biggest of deals. She had not become a soldier for the sake of finding a man, but because she wished to remain by Elise's side and always protect her. Even now, Effie still stuck by those obligations that drove her. She never felt lonely, however; food and exercise were rather good substitutes for a husband, she would say. Especially food. Beruka, on the other hand, lacked the ability to express proper emotion. Her dark and brooding past as an assassin played a part in that. She doubted she would be able to express the emotion called 'love' even if she desired to do so. An assassin was someone destined to linger in the shadows, alone and silent, for all their days. Granted, Beruka did not do much shadow-lingering now but she was still the same person otherwise...on the inside at least. Both were unfortunate.

Suddenly, Effie leaned away from her plate, swallowed the chunk of ham she'd been so thoroughly chewing, and released a very unladylike belch. It was of such a magnitude that the vibrations it caused made the silverware clatter on the table. Beruka looked over at her eating companion, eyes bulging wide in their sockets.

"Where did that come from?" she asked.

"It's normal, it happens a lot." Effie said right before taking another big bite of meat. "You have to let it out. Holding it all in like that isn't good for you."

Effie suddenly felt a chilling sensation on her stomach. Her shirt had rolled up, her belly plopping out and brushing itself against the edge of the table. Effie used her free hand to take her shirt and pull it back down, but as soon as she let go, it had already begun riding back up. It never managed to go further than her belly-button anymore. It went higher and higher until it eventually caught itself underneath her breasts. Effie was about ready to try again, but she quickly concluded that there was little point in trying. Giving up on her shirt, the young woman resumed eating at full force. No point in wasting time worrying over something she couldn't change when she could better spend that time stuffing her face instead. Beruka stared at the other woman in disbelief for a good several seconds. She offered a shake of her head and returned to eating as well. She might have left many bodies cold in her wake, but the assassin had no use for a bowl of cold noodles.

Effie's appetite had been considered something of a legend ever since the day she toppled the 'Mountain of Meat' eating challenge as a teen. Her appetite remained absurdly hearty throughout the years, especially when she discovered that a good training regimen and a good diet could go hand in hand. Effie's 'talent' in gorging herself became well known among the soldiers in Corrin's army. However, she had been eating much, much more as of late. Even at this meal presently in time, she was already devouring her sixth helping without thinking. Food had begun to take precedence over exercise and training for her. By now, not even someone like Effie could keep the pounds at bay forever. Her abdominal muscles had melded together and poured out in the form of a swollen pot-belly onto a plain of tapered thighs. Her exercise shorts had a nasty habit of digging into places they didn't used to before. Even her breasts were becoming a major hassle when it came to trying to secure them inside her armor. Effie was a sort of combination between strong and fat; she didn't lose too much of her original power after gaining the extra weight. Lifting up boulders over her head was still a meager feat for her.

Unfortunately for Beruka, she did not have the gift of raw physical power as a way to compensate for her gaining. She was quite a tiny person all over, which had been a necessary feature for an assassin so that they could be swift and nimble. Nowadays it seemed as if it were a disadvantage instead. Whereas Effie had become hourglass-like with some musculature retaining itself in between, Beruka's body did not favor any one set of curves over another. She bloated up considerably and resembled a puffier version of herself from head to toe. Her stomach became more protruding, her face was fuller, her backside was softer, and her fingers were squishy, but her breasts seemed to remain petite as the only constant. Beruka was not thrilled about gaining weight. She'd seen it happen to several other women, including fellow retainer Peri and even Severa who had become the Queen of the country. Temptation was not an easy thing to resist, however. Even when she wasn't thinking about it, Beruka would find herself eating. Little by little, throughout the day. Somehow her brain kept convincing her that it would be alright in spite of it being obviously contrary.

"Oof..." Beruka paused from eating as she realized she may have had too much food in her mouth at once.

"You okay there, Beruka?" Effie asked her.

Beruka tried to speak at first, but she only managed to struggle out a grunt. The plump assassin made a reach for her drink on the table. For some reason, she couldn't quite reach it. She didn't recall placing it so far away. Little did she realize that it was her own stomach, as well as Effie's stomach, that had been pushing the table slowly further and further away from them. Beruka winced. Her pale and chubby face was awash with sweat. She wanted to undo her belt, but she feared of showing off too much of her out of shape body in front of others even if those others were fatter than she was. Beruka was about ready to give up. She felt a sensation like bubbling rise up in her tummy's pit.

Effie decided to offer some advice. "Maybe you need to belch? You can let it out if you want. It's just us girls here after all."

Beruka grumbled under her breath. She didn't REALLY want to do this, but it might have helped relieve some of the gaseous tension building inside her stomach. She opened her mouth and attempted to force something, anything, out.

"...urp..."

Effie smirked. "It's a start."

Beruka sighed into her hands as she buried her face behind them. She had no idea why she had agreed to doing something so embarrassing like that in the first place. Worse than that, she STILL couldn't manage to reach her drink at all. It hadn't done anything. She made one final attempt to get at her goblet before she was ready to go so far as to actually pry her enormous bottom out of her seat. Suddenly, Beruka felt a tickle in the back of her throat.

"BUUUUUUUUUURP!"

Beruka was propelled backwards into her seat by her own belch. Effie started laughing now.

"See? There you go! That's what I was expecting from you!"

"Ugh..."

The poor assassin really didn't want to admit that that second belch had done away with some developing indigestion. Thus, she said nothing at all.