Even though Elfilin had been freed from the spell that Shiro had put on him, he was still unable to move, stiff as a statue yet breathing hard as the bobtail kept caressing his head. The poor chinchilla's mind was a slurry of emotions: embarrassment, lust, anxiety, excitement, arousal, and a bevy of other emotions that he could not name but could most assuredly feel. Some of the emotions were a little depressing; getting called a useless toy might have left him panting like a dog at the fantasies of being cuddled like a doll, but it reminded him that all the powers that he had before he had split from Fecto Elfilis so long ago were gone. Maybe he could learn to materialize fancy spears or open portals to any place in the universe easily, but for now, he was just Elfilin, cute but weak. In a way, he had deteriorated down the evolutionary ladder, and this line of thinking contrasted his current vigor with that he had formerly possessed.
And yet all of these bad thoughts were buried under layers of snuggly fur & fat that he could endlessly sink into, safe and sound and right as the prince of a new world order. Overwhelmed with desire, the first actual act he did once he had movement again was to grab the sides of Shiro's chubby cheeks, lean in, and gently kiss her lips. The bobtail fluttered her eyes, not expecting what the mouse had done but not repulsed - quite the opposite. As for Elfilin, he could not believe what he was doing; what was he thinking?! Even if Shiro was not already in a relationship with Nago, this was cheating on Clawroline! But before he could end the kiss, Shiro, regaining her senses after the shock had worn off, cradled the back of his skull once more with her soft paws and kissed Elfilin's face. The space mouse shivered, his body unwilling to follow any order of retreat, his little nose wiggling as Shiro's tongue got wet. He could not help but let out a giggle of joy, which the princess reciprocated with a husky chortle. "Mm-mhmph…" Elfilin stammered after the bobtail released him from the kiss. "I'm s-sorry, I… shouldn't h-have done that, I just -"
"Shhh..." Shiro purred as she put a finger to Enfilin's lips, and the mouse could only obey. "Kiss...me...again...down...here" Shiro pushed her toy down to her heaving bosom, smushing his face against the snow-white mounds of tit fat. The mouse's tail began to wag back and forth happily as its owner, succumbing to his desires and the princess' demand, kissed the top of the feline's left boob with a goofy grin. The bobtail sighed in contentment, letting warm air hover Elfilin's back as she rested her chin on his head.
"This is w-wrong...oh my stars, Ms. Clawroline is going to kill me..." Elfilin moaned before he planted a kiss on the kitty's other breast. He wanted to resist so badly, and yet he was nothing more but an instrument for his desires to act upon at this point. Feeling bold, the chinchilla tested precisely how weak he was compared to his princess. He tried to lift the bobtail's right boob, but not only could his arms not even wrap themselves around the firm globe of sloshing milk, but it was too heavy for him to move. Shiro, smirking at the sight of Elfilin playing with her body, placed both of her paws on the top of the breast Elfilin was trying to lift and pressed down, smothering the flustered rodent against her stomach as a tidal wave of breast meat enveloped him.
"Don't worry...about...Queen." Shiro wiggled her chest back and forth, grinding her bosom against the space mouse she had currently trapped. "We've...agreed...that...sharing...is caring...Lots of...love to...go around~" Elfilin whined as Shiro suddenly grabbed his head and pulled him up through the valley of her cleavage so she could plant another kiss on his forehead, his face red as ac herry as it was flanked on both sides by fields of snow.
"Hnnhng...b-but what about Nago?" Elfilin queried, struggling to talk through the pressure Shiro's boobs put on his jaw as they squeezed his head - it was like trying to speak through molasses. Shiro's smile slowly faded as she looked out the window, the Butter Building's impressive vistas before her eyes.
"Me and...Nago...we don't...get...along." Shiro confessed with a soft sigh, catching Elfilin off guard. "I just...want to...have fun...but he...UGH!...he's just...too...restless...unfocused...head always...in the clouds...forgets stuff, like...me." The princess's good mood was gone, glumly sitting on the top of the bed as she rested her cheeks in her paws' palms.
Elfilin blinked, amazed at what he was hearing. It should not have come to him as such a surprise, in retrospect, considering how fast Shiro had jumped ship to join him and Clawroline, but still, he thought that the two of them had a much more stable relationship. He had only seen Nago once, but at the same time, the idea of any kind of love not being healthy or making people happy was just alien to him. "But...then..." Elfilin began to ask, but the words were hard to get out - not just because her boobs were muffling his speech, but because it was also too awkward a subject. Luckily, Shiro picked up on what he was pondering.
"No one...else...wants me...people think...I'm...creepy...Nago, he...only likes... me because...we're bobtails." Shiro huffed, scratching at the whiskers on the sides of her cheeks. "Not a lot...of us...in...Dreamland, so we...stay...together...when he's...not playing...'hero' with Kirby!" Shiro slammed a fist down onto the top of her thigh, making it wobble, and Elfilin was privy to the feline's face scrunched up in a rare grimace of anger. Then she turned her gaze to the space mouse, which allowed a smile to once more adorn her features.
"Haha...I don't...want a hero...I want...a prince...to worship meeee..." Shiro purred lovingly, 'hugging' Elfilin by pressing her boobs together and upping the pressure he felt while he was still stuck in her canyon of tit fat. "Worship, yes!...all of...Dreamland...should worship...obey...feed!~...I wanna...get bigger...than this...bed...bigger than this...room...bigger...then any room...!" Shiro drooled with a glazed-over look in her eyes, a strand of saliva dribbling down her chin as she pawed at her stomach, kneading it as it gurgled for more food. In all honesty, Elfilin was a tad worried with Shiro's comments - she was perhaps getting a little TOO into the role of a Princess. Except...was it a role? Or was it destiny? She slid into a position of power as easily as fitting a glove onto a hand - something pinged in the back of his mind that maybe he might have let loose a threat to world peace with his game of domination.
But Shiro was just so overwhelmingly sexy, her curves so sinfully appealing that he couldn't bring himself to admit that, either verbally or physically. The bobtail and the leopard both had him wrapped around their fingers. Forget royalty; they were Goddesses in a pantheon of curves, gluttony, and hedonism, and he was their measly slave who worshipped them. Elfilin was wholly in Shiro's command and was unwilling to tell her to stop - he wanted her so badly to be at the size she was in the dream he had had last night with Elfilis.
"B-bigger...get bigger, p-please..." Elfilin begged with a drunken grin. Shiro cocked an eyebrow at him with a toothy smirk. Shiro swiped the mouse from her chest, heaved herself off the bed, and walked to a corner of the room. This is where Clawroline had deposited one of her earlier hauls of food before she returned to the hunt again. There were loaves of French bread, melons, milk cartons, pudding cups, hunks of meat on bones, rice balls, chocolate bars, and more. Even Elfilin found himself feeling a little hungry at the sight of all that food, but he was not the one to have breakfast, not when such a lovely lady like Shiro was starving! The snow-white kitty dropped him on the floor, followed shortly by her on all fours.
"All you...had to...do was...ask...now...shut up...feed me...rub my belly... your curvy...princess...demands it..." she giggled, biting her lip as she smiled down at him, seeing his face disappear into her cleavage. The feline's chest flopped down on the ground in front of the pile of food in the room, slapping heavily onto the poor chinchilla.
"Yes, your Highness," came Elfilin's joking, muffled voice as Shiro now couldn't see him buried underneath her mammoth tits. She only saw a small, feeble hand reach over the sea of cleavage before her and offer a slice of pizza that he had nabbed from the pile.
"Being a...princess is...awesome." Shiro huffed dreamily as she happily munched through the first slice of pizza that Elfilin fed her. Elfilin sighed in bliss, pushing away all his fears and hesitations from earlier and tucking them under the mental rug of his mind. This was right where he belonged, serving a spoiled, bloated, hourglass princess he would feed all day. And still, he wondered how bigger she would get. As he fed Shiro a rice ball, he imagined an even bigger, fatter, bustier Shiro lumbering through Dreamland Godzilla-style, knocking over trees that stood in her path as she approached a hapless eat-all-you-can buffet, licking her plump lips...
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