This choice: Menace, the Egyptian Princess • Go Back... An exasperated sigh rose from the plump lips of a volumptous tanned woman, her body draped across a small, makeshift throne of sorts as she gazed at the blue sky concealed by the canopy of the tropical forests above. Normally, a girl like her would be complaining of the stagnant humidity this forest presented to her, but with her wearing almost nothing, and essentially being undead at that, the Ancient Princess, Menace found no such annoyance plauging her supple and curvacious body. What was bugging her, however, was the current situation she was in, this one being the most unfavorable one yet. Currently, she had made a swift retreat from a battle that had all but gone south against those who were partaking in the tournament to gain the Queen's Blade. The egyptian sorceress had fought well with her army of undead soliders but, in the end, it proved fruitless and she was sent back, tail between her legs. While, she had been summoned by the Swamp Witch to stop the tournament, Menace wished to use this time to restore to her the kingdom that she lost thousands of years past to a mentor who stabbed her in the back all those years ago. Unfortunately, with things going as they are, it would take much longer for the princess' dreams to be realized.
In anycase, Menace had found herself a rather peaceful hide away within a remote location in the humid rain forests far from the battlefield. It was here that she had set up a small outpost where she and her remaining servants laid low while the princess' mind worked it's muscles hard to churn out a decent plan to rebound from this defeat and come back as strong as ever and maybe even get in some payback for the humiliation. In that time, Menace had taken up on eating whatever her mindless servants would give her, the princess using the food as a means to focus her concentration and think for only a moment. Of course, with having spent a couple days in this location with little action, the indulgance of these foods were steadily beginning to show on Menace's figure. Her already generous bosom had swollen up a size or two, the slowly fattening breasts pushing the golden breastplate up and apart as they began to make threats of breaking it's resolve. Her belly had rounded out a little, and love handles where beginning to make an shy appearance. Then came her lower extremeties which were wider and slowly plumping up, her bottom seeming to gain the most of it as her striped slowly began to wedge inbetwixt the crack of her juicy rear end.
Menace herself hadn't really noticed her gradual increase in mass, she believing that being undead excuses her from getting fat...which seemed to be proven false by the obvious happening. Her servants lacked the mental freedom to say anything of her weight, so they were ruled out. Which left only one more individual, or rather object, to place it's opinion...
"Ahhh, you certainly are getting wider, Menace." A lecherous, male voice rang out, the princess pausing in her munchings to gaze at the black scepter laying beside her. It was a living object, one she's carried with her and found great use in since she was the princess of the Amara Kingdom long ago. It's name being Setra, it proved to give good insight at times but also boasted...a lewd disposition beyond this. Menace often never paid attention to it's advances towards her, and, depending on the comment, often found it flattering. Not this time, though. "Hehe, If you keep this up, your already bulbous behind's is going to...swallow up your undergarments."
"What are you saying, Setra?" Menace chided, her lips curled down in a frown as she turned to gaze at her large rump as best she could seeing no change in it's usual dimensions. At least, no drastic ones anyway. "I'm not fat, well toned and curvy, yes. But fat, I am not."
"Ooh, denial will get you nowhere, my princess~" Setra chuckled, knowing what it spoke of was the almighty truth. The scepter knew she was gaining weight but also seemed to find it curious on how she actually was getting plumper. Menace was undead, so the natural effects of overeating shouldn't even apply...unless this was a detail the both of them seemed to mistake as false. "You rump is as round as the sun is bright~"
"Well yeah, I know that already..." Menace remarked with a roll of her eyes, recalling how many stares she's drawn in from men of villages she has passed through. Although to be fair, who wouldn't have their attentions averted with an outfit as...revealing as Menace's? The princess saw it was best to effectively tune out her scepter's perverted musings and focus more on what she wanted to do next. More importantly, on what her next move would be from here. There were plenty of areas farther on that she could go to on her way to the Queen's kingdom...but, after her last attempt, she would have to be careful around the people...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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