The Fat Wives Of Valla: The Roundest Retainers vA2

(Fire Emblem Fates/Commission)

Orochi's waistline was one that might have led one to guess that she had taken up a successful career as a belly dancer. She'd gone from fitness to fatness in the past few years, sacrificing her toned torso for a plump gut that she couldn't conceal with even the most padded of fabrics. The softness of her jowls, the wobbliness of her upper-arms, and the protruding curve of her backside gave away to any passerby just how out of shape she actually was. No belly dancer would have been able to compare to her. Yet in truth she was doing rather well for herself as a professional fortune-teller, her talents in being able to read the fates of others being far more accurate than one might initially expect. This was something she'd made very clear to those friends she was reuniting with. The event spurring their reunion was a week-long celebration being held at Castle Gyges in New Valla, to commemorate the end of the war.

She only bothered doing that for the sake of saving some face, as little as it might have mattered to people who already liked her as she was. Orochi would have been more humiliated by how badly she'd let herself go in the past few years. She WOULD have...if it weren't for the odd turn of events that nearly every other woman she'd come to befriend during the war had plumpened up around the same time. Maybe it was some sort of unknown epidemic that had caused it. Who could really say?

"Geez, Kagero...why...why did you have to make me climb all of these gods-forsaken stairs..." Orochi wheezed, her poor, aching tummy quivering violently with every hollow gasp that she took. She had been asked by her best friend, the woman she had grown up alongside with, to meet her in the room in which the former kunoichi was busy constructing her latest masterpiece. Orochi paused after reaching the top of the second flight of stairs so that she would be able to catch her breath. She leaned against the wall, one hand falling down to her stomach so she could massage it. The skin of her belly was rather malleable and stretchy, like touching the surface of uncooked dough. If she got any fatter, her stomach would start to sag its way down towards the ground. For now, it was barely even holding back from succumbing to the effects of gravity. Orochi reached in between her breasts, which were also much bigger than they used to be, and retrieved a small cloth in which to help wipe away the dampness forming on her brow. Of course, the cloth was already drenched. It got pretty moist down there inside of her cleavage after all.

"Ugh...fine...whatever..." Orochi threw the cloth into the nearest trash reciprocal and moved onward. She would regain her stamina in time. As long as she wasn't sweating too much in front of Kagero, it would not have to be a big deal. Orochi looked down at her own tits and saw that they were looking pretty shiny underneath the lights of the building and with a film of sweat over them. It was kind of...erotic, in a way. Maybe she could pick up a belly dancer gig on the side, after all. A lot of men would pay good, good money to watch this curves wiggle, after all. It wasn't like she had a husband back home waiting for her. There would be no one getting upset if she was showing a lot of skin for some old dudes. As long as they didn't try to get too touchy-feely without her consent, such a thing should be fine.

"Hmm, maybe I should give this a little more thought...and damn it, Kagero, why did you make me go all this way? You know my thighs chafe when I walk too much! I thought I told you that already!"

Orochi entered the room in which Kagero said she would be staying. There she was, her plump behind turned to her friend, and humming a cheerful tune as she carved away at the smooth, white block in front of her. It appeared that she was nearly done with the sculpture, but what exactly the sculpture was supposed to be was something that Orochi couldn't exactly wrap her mind around. Kagero had informed her earlier that the sculpture was meant to be a singing mermaid rising out of a sea of foam, representing the wondrous lady Azura and her incredible singing prowess. Orochi raised an eyebrow as she stared it over. It didn't necessarily look bad, but...it didn't quite look like Azura, or even something meant to resemble her in any way. In fact, the fortune-telling fatty could go as far to say that it looked more like a howling banshee, one who was cursing her foes as she sank into a raging sea, rather than a beautiful mermaid. Orochi moaned a little. She suddenly found herself losing her second wind. She collapsed into the nearest chair and sighed. Undoing her sash let her belly surge forward. It felt so good to do that.

"Ah, Orochi! You should have announced you were here!"

"Oh...y-yeah...sorry about that...heh...oof, my stomach feels like it's going to pop..."

"Did you eat something poor? You should have some of my tofu left over there!" Kagero thrust a chubby finger over towards a nearby table. "It's really smooth when you eat it with chocolate!"

"Uh...no thanks...I'm just tired...walking up all those stairs did a number on me..."

"It was only two flights, Orochi!"

"I know, but...h-hey, I don't have a ninja's prowess like you do...you have a lot more stamina than me..." Orochi continued to huff and puff.

"I'm not a ninja anymore, Orochi. You know that." Kagero shook her head. It was true. She had retired from her position as a kunoichi a few years ago. It had been approved by Corrin, Ryoma and the other royal princes and princesses of Hoshido. Now, she had managed to make a new niche for herself as a painter and sculptor. Some might consider that a step down from being a king's retainer, but she was happy all the same. She didn't quite miss the ninja life as much as one would expect. Her husband, Arthur, helped a great deal in that regard. Like a lot of the happy couples these days, they looked like an odd pair on the outside, but they meshed far better together than anyone, even the foresighted Orochi, could have given them credit for.

How the two of them came to get to know one another and eventually marry was a bit of a mystery. Kagero didn't talk about it much, and as her friend Orochi did not wish to try and pry for information she might not have been meant to know. All she was aware of was that it had something to do with Arthur 'helping' in the creation of one of Kagero's personal art projects. Nonetheless, they made a better couple than expected. Arthur did his best to stay out of his wife's way when she worked, but apparently some of his innate clumsiness had rubbed off on her. Who knew that such a quirk could be contagious? Kagero managed to get herself hurt a few times during her more 'extreme' projects, and she spent a great deal of time doing bed-rest to recover. Never anything that would put her in mortal danger, but she had since become experienced with both breaking a hand and even breaking a leg after their marriage. Kagero managed to put on some weight because she was sitting around so much, spending more time sketching out designs and ideas rather than performing missions for the kingdom of Hoshido. She had gotten bigger chest-wise, like Orochi, but she had ended up with a pretty meaty, double-rolled belly for herself too. As it so happened to be, her husband didn't mind it too much. In fact, he seemed to get a great deal of satisfaction out of picking her up and basically carrying her everywhere. He did that a lot for her when she had been recovering, and now he did it almost like it was expected rather than a temporary obligation. The fact that his wife might have weighed almost 300 pounds didn't deter him in the slightest. Luckily, Kagero's bouts of bad luck weren't nearly as bad as Arthur's, as she'd not yet been struck by lightning suddenly in the midst of an otherwise clear and sunny day. That had happened to Arthur while he'd been shopping with Selena. Twice. And, that was on top of him footing the bill.

Another good thing she adopted from him was his perseverance and positivism. She was able to retain her smile even in the toughest of situations thanks to his support.

"You know, Arthur just went out with Hayato, Hinata and Benny. I saw them speeding by. The party isn't starting anytime soon, but apparently those guys just couldn't wait around."

"What's going on?" Kagero bent over to pick up a can of paint sitting on the floor. Her rounded rump stuck up high behind her. Orochi tried not to let her eyes linger on it. Orochi stared at the unfinished sculpture instead. It was still just as creepy as it had appeared before.

"Apparently they thought that Benny needed to be given some of that strong, cheap liquor to help him be more 'open'. I dunno why. Not everyone's as big a talker as me or Charlotte, for example." Orochi snorted, thinking about that stout scammer and how she's been running around helping Saizo's missions as of late, "Anyway, Benny was acting pretty apprehensive about the whole thing. It looked like your husband was the one who dragged him off along with the other guys. I hope they don't get into any trouble, but making a man of Benny's stature drunk...it sounds sort of risky."

"Oh, please! You think he's a risk to anybody? Come on! He's honestly a softy at heart! I should have been the one to go with them! Thinking they can have some kind of 'guy's night out' without me? I'm a woman and I've got more manliness in one fat pinky than they do in their whole bodies! I got the heft to throw around and crush the competition! They should have brought me along!"

The doors of the art room swung wide open. Rinkah was the first one to march inside. She scarfed down the last haunch of juice-drenched meat she had on her plate before tossing it aside. Along with that, she yanked a jug of alcohol out from her cleavage and downed the entire thing in a single gulp. She belched with great fervor, right before she proudly landed a hearty slap on her dome of a gut. She glared at Orochi and Kagero over the hills of her puffy jowls. She was probably a little tipsy herself, but the two other women weren't about to point that out. Orochi stepped away. Rinkah was almost too intimidating to even be within the local vicinity of. She had gone from an oni warrior to one of Hoshido's most prominent sumo wrestlers. She was bringing back the old tradition in a BIG way, and nothing was bigger about her now than that tremendous sack of flesh and fat she called her stomach. She had one of the largest bellies of the current wives and mothers, and she was undeniably proud of that fact. With the help of this stomach, not to mention Queen Camilla acting as a buxom and bountiful figurehead, she had managed to completely overhaul the old rules and expectations of the sport. This, in turn, aided sumo wrestling in becoming more 'modern', gaining more mainstream popularity. Without Rinkah, the sport would have died out completely, becoming just another forgotten footnote in Hoshido's lengthy history. Rinkah was also one of the strongest women alive. A single thrust of her bloated forearm could smash a tree truck into splinters. Her buttocks had felled more than a few opponents who dared to challenge her. She was a big, round butterball, but the strength that let her carry herself was on par with a bodybuilder. Though Camilla still held the title of yokozuma, it was clear that Rinkah would soon give the corpulent queen a run for her money...figuratively speaking, of course.

Rinkah burped again and started caressing as much of her stomach as her fat arms could reach.

"I'm so hungry! Ugh, when is Peri going to be finished with making me fourths?"

Orochi couldn't help but make a retort then, spouting out, "The first feast Queen Azura and Lady Chancellor Kamui's planned for us is only a few hours away, and it's just the first of seven! Why do you need to eat so much before it's started?"

"I'm a growing woman, and a damn voracious growing woman! Besides, that girl loves to cook, so why not let her do it for me?" Rinkah shrugged her shoulders. She was an opportunistic eater. She would take any potential advantage to get herself a meal. Rinkah grunted as she turned and waddled herself over towards the nearest chair to sit down. Her massive thunder-thighs were rubbing together something fierce, and she needed to get off of her feet. Her huge bubble butt was about ready to turn her baggy pants to shreds. Orochi stared harder than she meant to. Kagero as well. There was potential for inspiration of her next art piece to be found here...somehow.

"BWOOOORRRRUUUULLLRRRRP! Ugh, excuse me...I think I've been pretty gassy lately..." Rinkah squeezed her love-handles and rubbed them tenderly. Gods, her whole body was so soft and comfortable, so squishy and pulpy, it was hard to NOT touch herself on a near-constant basis.

"Maybe it's because you're eating so much?" Orochi remarked, only SOMEWHAT teasingly. She was hardly within her rights to be criticizing anyone about their eating habits, given that she had almost willingly let herself enlarge like she had, but Rinkah was a whole different case from either her or Kagero. She was almost twice as big as they were.

"A sumo like me needs to keep her weight up! The bigger I get, the stronger I get! That's just how it works!"

"...I don't think that's how it works..."

"In the world of sumo wrestling, THAT is how it works." Rinkah said. There was to be no further arguing on the issue.

Suddenly, the doors flew wide open all over again. This time, it was Peri, the resident chef and formerly skinny wife of Hoshidan retainer Hinata. She had numerous steaming hot dishes clutched in her chubby arms, all of it food meant to serve to the plump women present. She smiled through her jowls, her eyes as wide and wild-looking as her blue and pink hair. Her thighs might have since grown thunderous and her belly was as spherical as the pots she cooked from, but not much else had really changed about the young woman personality-wise. She was a little older, a little wiser because of that, but she was probably the last person anyone wished to cross as long as she had something sharp within arm's reach.

"Come and get it! Oof, you don't know how hard it was carrying all of this stuff up those stairs!"

"We could have gone downstairs to meet with you, Peri." Kagero said.

Rinkah glared at the artist as though she'd just suggested they attempt some impossible feat. Dieting, for instance. She was NOT going to walk down those stairs again until she absolutely had to do so. Not with these cankles of hers. Peri giggled to herself.

"Oh, it's no problem at all! As long as you guys get to eat my dishes, then I'm happy to go through the effort! Please, dig in! On Rinkah's request, it's mostly meat...pork and venison, to be exact...but I'm sure you two wouldn't mind THAT, now would you? You better not complain, is what I'm saying."

"N-No, we won't complain. Thanks a lot, Peri." A few beads of sweat trickled down Orochi's pale face.

"Good!" Peri beamed back at her. She was still scary, no doubt about it. The young woman was softer now, by about a hundred pounds or so to be exact. Yet it didn't make King Xander's, slightly deranged, former retainer any less unhinged, especially when it came to taking criticism.

Hinata was someone who helped keep her in check with his love, and her new career as a chef was also very much beneficial for her too. With the power of the dragonveins helping revitalize the land, there was now a much greater surplus of food than ever before for the people to be able to eat and enjoy. The variety of different crops and livestock allowed for a better emphasis on creating new types of dishes, which was something that could keep Peri busy for months on end. She was very happy with her life, even if she didn't get to cut people up as much as she used to.

Kagero put down her chisel for the time being and waddled over to take what she could get. The sandwiches looked like something to die for, they were dripping profusely with delicious meat juice and grease. She grabbed a sandwich with one hand and another sandwich with her other hand. She ate them both at the exact same time. Just like a ninja, she was able to down the things in seconds, making it seem like they had never been there at all. She licked her lips clean of any remaining crumbs as well.

"Delicious! That was delicious!" Kagero exclaimed, right before going for her third helping.

"Hold on! Let me get some too!" Orochi interjected. She didn't need her fortune-telling prowess to tell her that if she didn't do something now, she would be left without even a single bite to eat.

Rinkah was already on her fifth sandwich. She had her plate sitting on top of the curve of her gut, a suitable replacement for a table. She belched so deeply that her entire body started vibrating in place.

"Thanks, Peri...these are...URP...these are fantastic, as always..."

Peri let out a happy little squeal, pressing her chubby hands to her equally chubby cheeks. She swayed her massive, pear-shaped hips back and forth, back and forth. "Oh, thank you so much! I was only able to get the recipe down right thanks to Hinata! My precious little schoompy-whoopykins always knows exactly what I'm going for when he tries out my recipes! I could never have gotten this far without his help!"

"Ugh..." Orochi wasn't going to stop eating, but that pet name alone was enough to sour the flavor of the venison sandwich just a tad.

"The fact that you two can get along so well is a wonderful sign, Peri." Kagero tried to put a more positive spin on things, even while feeling disturbed herself.

"Oh, of course we get along well! If Hinata didn't love me the same way that I loved him...well...I'm afraid he might be in a SPOT of trouble! Hee hee hee!"

"Is that so?"

"Oh yes," Peri kept smiling, though it was much more unnerving now than it initially was, "And you know, as an aside, did you ever notice how pig and deer flesh is kind of a lot like human flesh, the way it looks and feels...and tastes?"

Orochi and Kagero looked at one another. "I...don't think we've ever noticed that."

"I was just kidding about the tasting part!" Peri laughed. It was not lost on the other ladies that that was the only part Peri claimed to be kidding about. They tried, very hard, not to think about it too much. The young chef's peach-plump rump wiggled behind her as she started to turn and leave, most likely to go back to the kitchens downstairs. She didn't get very far before another occupant came to fill the room with her corpulence. A 'young' witch by the name of Nyx.

"Oh, Nyx, you finally decided to join the rest of us, hmm?" Peri giggled into the back of her hand.

"Mmmph...hfff...ooh...d-don't...try and crack any jokes...ahh...I almost ran out of magic...trying to get myself over here..." Nyx was more winded than even Rinkah or Orochi had been after climbing that flight of stairs. The poor woman looked as if she were ready to pass out, sweat rolling down her chins and her hair looking disheveled.

"Don't you worry an itty bitty bit!" Peri reached over and took a handful of Nyx's tremendous sack of belly, giving it a shake. "I'll go and whip up some milkshakes for all of you right away! That'll help quench those parched, pudgy lips of yours!"

"Bring me one too!" Rinkah called out.

"Oh, you know I'm bringing you TWO!" Peri cackled as she waddled her way into the hall again.

"Make it three! And put whipped cream on them! And those little sprinkles I like! The chocolate ones!" Rinkah continued to utter demands, even after Peri had already started descending the stairs.

"A milkshake would be a pretty good way to wash down those sandwiches, huh?" Orochi paused momentarily to think over what she had just said. "By the Gods, we've truly become a bunch of porkers, haven't we?"

Nyx tried to move as quickly as she could, fighting against the mass of corpulence hanging off of her. Though she was the shortest of the group due to unfortunate circumstances, she was probably the second widest. Her girth was trumped only by the sumo wrestler Rinkah herself.

Nyx had gotten so large not because she was a big eater (though that had happened anyway, due to the gluttonous company she kept), but because the spell which had affected her growth for so many years had been turned on its head. This led her to BECOME a big eater, likely ensuring an endless cycle of weight gain for many years to come. After she'd helped her husband, Hayato, to conquer his fears and his own preconceived inadequacies, he had sworn to find a way to break the spell that had kept the ancient witch trapped in a child's eternally young body. After several years of work, the two of them had discovered a potential spell that would allow Nyx to age again, though in sync with Hayato. What they discovered seemed to do the trick, although it was not without some drawbacks. For one thing, Nyx was still not going to be very tall, as it seemed she was hereditarily inclined to be shorter than most women from the start. Another thing, her growth spurts were mostly horizontal more than vertical. Her growth was stupendous in both size and speed. She had basically become as big as a bed after the first year. There were times when Nyx had to use her magic to get herself around because she was so fat. However, it didn't immediately concern the two as it might have otherwise done.

Thankfully, the couple was getting along just fine with Nyx's added bigness. Hayato could not name a softer bed he had ever slept on in his entire life than atop his own wife's gargantuan tummy. Nyx didn't complain about it; she found it to be fairly adorable.

"Are there...not any chairs...for me to sit on?" Nyx continued to wheeze. Small lights flickered around her dumpy fingertips, her magic continuously at work to prevent her from flopping to the floor like the blob she was.

"Why not sit on the floor? You should know by this point that there isn't going to be a single chair that can hold you." stated the former oni.

"You are really not one to talk, Rinkah. You require two to support your own behind." Kagero didn't hesitate to point that out.

"Hmph!" Rinkah liked to throw out the punches, but she was never too keen on receiving them.

Nyx eventually settled on sitting down on the floor. She used her magic to call over some pillows to cushion her posterior. As she sat down, the witch's fattened cheeks managed to spill over the pillows until they had completely disappeared underneath her. No one said anything about it, but Orochi once again found it hard not to gawk.

"So what are we waiting for now? For the men to return?"

"I suppose so. Ugh. Why did they think it was such a good idea to go and run off NOW of all times?"

"I think I should get back to work on finishing my sculpture."

Peri eventually returned to the group with those aforementioned milkshakes of hers. The girls were quick to scoop them up. They did not hesitate to slurp them down speedily, not even at the risk of procuring a painful brain freeze. Rinkah and Nyx were the first ones to finish theirs, and they rightfully demanded to be given even more. Peri was too busy downing her vanilla milkshake, mixed with strawberries and an extra dosage of rich cream, to listen to their orders. Kagero drank while she cut away at her latest masterpiece. Orochi, not wanting to look TOO much like a glutton, tried to be discreet with her sips, keeping her back turned to the others and clutching her cup close to her pudgy face. There was not much talking, just the sounds of straws being steadily slurped.

When the men returned, there was a collective sigh of relief, though it was soon followed with a few shocked gasps. They were looking much worse for wear. Even poor Hayato had a bruise on his cheek, which made Nyx want to waddle over and immediately smother him with comfort. However, it was Peri who was the first to take the chance to speak up. She even dropped her now-empty glass straight onto the floor as she marched herself straight up to Hinata. She bumped him with her gut, which made him wince in pain. Peri didn't stop from cradling him as if he were her precious child.

"What happened to you, schnookie wookie cookie? Why do you look so...so messed up?"

"Heh, sorry, my pretty Peri-Weri, I think I might have gotten in a little over my head out there."

"Tell me who did it! I want names!" Peri started to grip Hinata's shoulders, so hard that she actually dug her fingers into them. "I swear, I'll find them, pull out their brachial arteries, and make them into pretty bows!"

"Just forget about it. It's over and done with already." Benny sighed out loud.

Once the other men were looked over, it was rather evident that they must have upset some pretty powerful people. They looked as if they had been used for target practice by a gang of fire mages, Hinata and Arthur especially. Their explanation for what exactly had happened during their night on the town was...intentionally vague, if anything. Sensing that Benny was as shy and self-conscious as ever, they decided that the best way to help him start making friends was to get him drunk first. And, of course, they'd never let a friend drink alone. However, that proved to be a mistake as they'd drunk too much and began causing trouble for people.

Benny had attempted to reel them in, but his attempts had ultimately proved futile in the end. The people they thought were worth talking to proved to be quite the opposite of that. Tensions arose, tempers flared, and some unkind words were hurled. Then those words were replaced with fists and sharp objects, resulting in an all-out brawl. The bar that they had been forced to leave behind was probably going to require a great deal of money to repair all of the damages. Starting tomorrow, Hinata, Arthur and the others would have to start working there part-time to pay it back.

Peri laughed. Rinkah snorted. Kagero shook her head. Nyx rolled her eyes. Still, they all had but one thing to say among them.

"I'm married to a child!"

Orochi was the only one of the group still single, though she had been eyeing a few potential suitors as of late. Still, she was happy to see so many of her friends already married and so content because of it. Even in spite of everything, she could tell with her visionary insight that these were bonds that would not crumble apart anytime soon. No, just the opposite, they would continue to love and support one another for many, many years to come. In fact, she didn't have to use her fortune telling powers to tell that was true. A single glance at these couples was all that it took. Orochi looked down at her own plump gut and gave it a slight jiggle with her hand. Maybe she could find someone who would like her belly as much as these men appreciated their wives' tummies. Hopefully one day soon.