The blessing of the land 5 (Commission)

(This is a fantasy weight gain story featuring a female centaur and other monster girls. XWG, Stuffing, Lesbians)

The blessing of the land

Chapter 5: Shadows and Chains

Too full

Shivering, Savie took another shaky step forward. Her hoof hit the stone floor of the chamber with a loud bang, because she couldn't keep her leg in the air for very long and, due to the immense additional weight she was carrying, she needed the stability of all her legs again immediately.

“By all the gods and ghosts… I'm so full!” the princess moaned, breathing heavily. Her swollen tits rose and fell lazily on the huge bulge of her belly. How beautiful those swollen melons looked with their light skin, showing so many veins and stretch marks. The sweet nipples were hard as stones, as Savie was extremely aroused by the feeling of her overfilled belly. A sight that of course also turned Thalia on, and she already felt the heat in her crotch and how her own nipples matched those of the princess. With every little movement, the centaur's heavy udders trembled like sacks of pudding. Panting and moaning again and again, she held the sides of her protruding human belly with her chubby hands.

Thalia slowly approached her partner, her green eyes fixed on the gloriously swollen and overused form of the chosen one. While walking, the warrioress laid down her weapons and placed them on a chair in the room. Then she got rid of her gloves, which she carelessly threw to the ground, unlike the weapons. Just as only Savie, with her fat, stuffed beauty, filled her field of vision, so there was only room for her princess in her mind as well.

When she was standing right in front of Savie, Thalia laid her strong hands on the centauress' large breasts. Immediately, the centauress sucked in her breath sharply and closed her eyes moaning. Thalia lovingly massaged the soft, delicate breast flesh between her fingers. She smelled a mixture of Savie's pure, natural, light scent, the lingering aroma of the huge omelette, and the centauress's undisguised lust. Breathing heavily, the princess stomped her hindquarters a bit, which made her moan even more. The huge boulder of her lower belly swayed back and forth as she gurgled. Thalia marveled at how extremely this fur-covered belly bulged out to the sides as well. In her life as a mounted warrior, she had seen quite a few horses, but even mares pregnant with two foals were dwarfed by the width of this belly. It was a miracle that Savie could even stand on her feet. The swollen belly swayed back and forth, brushing against the knees of her four wobbly legs.

Meanwhile, Thalia's gaze was fixed on the no less swollen human belly of her chosen one. Slowly, the warrior's hands lowered from the heavy tits to the enormous ball, stretched to the point of tearing. Every roll and fold of fat that Savie had displayed on her front had disappeared. Tightly pulled by the inflated sack of a stomach that the centaur wore under her layer of fat, covered in stretch marks.

Savie let out a mixture of groans and whimpers as Thalia began to feel her belly. Loud gurgling and gurgling sounded from the depths of the overcrowded body.

“My dear, how could you eat so much?” Thalia asked almost reverently, admiring and massaging the hard ball of the book in front of her.

“As I said, I thought that I needed some strength for such a long journey, but I seem to have overdone it a bit...” Savie's sentence ended in a small burp and her already rosy cheeks blushed even more.

Thalia laughed heartily and placed a gentle kiss on Savie's swollen midsection.

“A bit exaggerated?“ she completed her sweetheart's sentence.

“It seems that way.” Savie smiled a little painfully, but she was also proud of herself and extremely horny. The pressure all over her body and the feeling of Thalia's hands and eyes exploring her fattened body made her hot and wet.

“You ate the entire supply of chicken eggs that I had planned for the trip,” Thalia explained with a laugh, while she watched Thalia struggle to stand on her fat legs. The back of her horse half was bent very far. No wonder, with the immense weight pulling her down.

“Is that a bad thing?” the princess asked somewhat anxiously.

“No! No, not at all! Don't think that, sweetie. That's what all the food is for. I was just really surprised that you could eat so much at once. Your hunger and your capacity really grow with each passing day.”

Savie beamed and nodded eagerly. “That's great, right. I feel like I'm going to burst, but I know I'm not.” She rubbed her belly again, and the two women's fingers intertwined lovingly. “I mean, I've never been even close to being this full before, but... it just feels sooo great. I love being stuffed like this. I love all the great food. And I love it when you're proud of what I've done to me,” the centaur announced joyfully. She took another wobbly step towards Thalia and pressed her fat belly against Thalia's body. The shiny, plump flesh, covered all over with tight, pink stretch marks, pressed against the warrior's armor. This touch made Savie let out another little burp.

“Feel how huge I am. I'll try to eat more every day than the day before. For you,“ the fat horse woman breathed and finally they kissed passionately, the gurgling, huge belly as an unshapely spacer between them.

“I love you, Savie,” Thalia said gently as the two women's lips parted.

“And I love you, Lia,” the fat centaur replied, beaming. She rarely used this pet name, but lately more and more often. This was only natural, considering that their relationship was also becoming deeper and more intimate.

“But even though I love to see you eat so much, I just want you to be okay. Not that you overdo it one day and get a real problem,“ Thalia gently admonished, patting the bulging monster of her sweetheart.

“Don't worry. I can't get full anymore,” Savie assured her. Then the chosen one thought about it and her gaze became a bit uncertain.

“But I'm sorry that we can't leave as planned. I would like to, but the way I am now... I don't think I can take another step alone. I'm just way too fat and too heavy.” Savie's horse belly acknowledged this statement with a mighty rumbling.

Thalia just shook her head and took Savie's clumsy hands in her large and strong ones.

“Everyone here is doing everything in their power to make you happy and to make sure you're doing well. We would never leave without you. If the chosen one of the blessing has eaten so much that she can hardly walk, then we'll stay here as long as necessary.”

The warrior snorted and glanced at the closed door behind her.

“I can tell you, if anyone bothers us and thinks he can tell you what to do and when we should leave, heads will roll. I am in command of the knights of my order, the soldiers and the servants. And I, in turn, am only there to fulfill your every wish. We'll stay here as long as necessary.”

Savi smiled contentedly and was reassured. She took a deep breath, which lifted her massive breasts and made them wobble.

“In that case... I think I really need to lie down again. I think my legs are about to give out,” Savie warned, giggling nervously, and stroked her hand over the bent horse's back.

“It's getting really damn exhausting carrying all this weight around.”

“Of course, Savie! I'll help you,” Thalia said immediately and took the centauress' hands, who then turned her enormous, bloated body with slow, shaky steps. With constant groans and gasps, the chosen one maneuvered her body, with its two gigantic, overfilled bellies, back towards the many pillows and blankets in the middle of her chamber. Thalia couldn't get enough of the erotic spectacle. How awkwardly and sluggishly the princess moved her fat masses and stuffed innards piece by piece towards the relieving cushions. Like an overloaded ship at sea, the overstretched, huge horse belly rocked back and forth, while Savie's human belly was comparatively immobile, standing out in front of her like a massive, tight ball. A fantastic, exciting sight of unspeakable femininity and abundance. Unfortunately, Thalia couldn't do much more than help her princess to maintain her balance. Savie had to rely on her muscles alone to carry the actual bulk. It visibly pushed the horse woman to her limits to move the stuffed body back over the cushions.

Finally she was in position and let herself down as carefully as possible. She positioned her equine half as well as she could on the side so that the gigantic fur-covered belly could spread unhindered and without pressure. Fascinated, the commander watched the spectacle. From this perspective, the horse's belly looked even bigger and rounder.

A long belch came out of Savie's sweet little mouth and she covered her lips with one hand, her cheeks reddening. With the other, she massaged her overflowing horse belly.

“Excuse me,” she breathed sweetly. Thalia just grinned and waved her away.

“Would you maybe massage me a little? And could you give me... a jug of milk?”

Thalia couldn't believe her ears. She actually wanted to stuff even more into her belly. Was that a good idea? Was it even possible?

“Are you sure, Savie? You don't want to get sick and be unable to hold all that food.”

“That doesn't happen to a chosen one. Besides, the bacon in the omelet was so salty, I'm very thirsty.”

With excitement, but also skepticism, the tall, dark-skinned warrior looked at Savie's bulging belly. How innocently this beauty looked while she demanded that the commander pump up her overfilled, stuffed, fat body even more, as if there were no tomorrow.

“Whatever you want, my darling,” Thalia finally said, smiling, and grabbed one of the still-full jugs of Savie's favorite drink that were still in the room.

For the next few hours, the fierce warrior devoted herself entirely to her overstuffed mare. Next to one jug after another, which Savie gulped down bravely and with unbroken enthusiasm, but never got completely full, Thalia lovingly massaged both bellies of her princess. The skin of the human belly was taut and smooth, and the fur over the horse's belly, which was no less bloated, felt just as soft and pleasant. In addition, Thalia brushed her sweetheart's long, golden hair and caressed every single, fat inch of her beautiful body. At some point, the warrioress also shed her armor and other clothing to nestle against the warm, gentle body of the centaur, as if on cloud nine. All the kisses, massages and excitement over Saviera's overfilled body finally culminated in hot play with each other's vagina. Thalia particularly enjoyed feeling how more and more hanging fat covered her princess's labia, which were also becoming increasingly greasy. Added to that, in the position in which Savierra lay, it was almost impossible for her to push the grotesquely swollen horse's belly far enough out of the way to reach the centauress's erogenous zone. How much fat Savie would probably still put on this special and wonderful place, the warrioress wondered, while she felt her princess's tongue on her heavy, full tits and played her fingers with her aroused clit as if in a trance. Both women drifted from orgasm to orgasm until they finally fell asleep in an intimate embrace.

At some point, when Saviera's digestion had coped with the enormous amount of food and both women agreed that they were now ready to begin their wonderful journey together, the time had come. At the head of the large column rode Thalia and the increasingly fat and beautiful chosen one of Karion. Both were happy and Savierra was especially excited to be able to explore so much of the world.

The power of blessing – which everyone desires

Early in the morning of the fourth day since the beginning of their journey, as the fog wrapped itself around the old oaks, Thalia held the reins of her horse tightly and let her gaze wander over the forest. The air was humid and smelled of earth, and in the distance, the calls of birds that were not yet ready to see the light could be heard. Her troop of soldiers followed close behind, their steps muffled by the thick carpet of leaves that had turned from green to brown long ago. They were a silent procession, a line of tired souls carrying an unspoken burden through the heart of the forest. Some of her best knights rode in front of Thalia, while she herself stayed close to Savie, who trotted beside her with a mild smile on her face, hands folded. Wobbling and waggling with every step she took and happily gazing at the sky or the trees. Behind the knights and the couple, who had been brought together by the blessing of the land, rode and trotted the masses of the common soldiers, servants and the carts with supplies. Savierra was constantly handed fruit from a servant, which she ate while walking. Of course, it was only a small snack, but it was better than nothing until the next halt, when they would cook over a huge fireplace again.

The wagons loaded with supplies groaned under their heavy load, their wooden wheels creaked with every turn of the axle. The sound was a soothing rhythm, a metronome that had set the pace of their march for days. But today something was wrong. The usual sounds of the forest had been replaced by an eerie silence that gave Thalia the creeps. A trained instinct from countless fights and battles told Thalia that something was wrong today, and she kept glancing uneasily from Savie to the trees flanking the road.

A figure emerged from the shadows, shrouded in darkness that seemed to swallow up the light around it. It stepped out of the dense forest and positioned itself in the middle of the road. Thalia's eyes narrowed. She raised her hand and motioned for the group to stop. The wagons came to a halt, and the only sound now was the labored breathing of her comrades. Savie looked from her partner to the figure in front of the convoy, feeling insecure.

“Do you know who that is? Bandits?” the fat centauress asked with slight apprehension. Thalia dismounted, her boots making a soft impact on the ground. With a raised hand, she motioned for Savie to be quiet and wait. She drew her twin swords, the blades gleaming in the semi-darkness.

“Prepare!” she ordered her knights and soldiers. Bows were drawn, swords unsheathed. Even if she didn't know who was in front of her, she didn't believe for a second that the intention was peaceful.

Behind her, Savie gasped. ”Thalia! I can feel…”

“I know. I feel it, too,” the warrior interrupted her. Through her connection with Savierra and thus the blessing of the land, she had developed a certain sense for this blessing. She had already discussed this with the princess a few times. It was possible that this feeling could develop into real magical powers at some point.

But Thalia felt nothing of this blessing. Quite the opposite. She sensed an unholy vibration emanating from the figure in front of them.

The person blocking the column's path was tall and gaunt. A black robe with a hood completely covered them. Gloved fingers peered out from the sleeves, emitting a strange black haze. Magic, as Thalia had suspected, even if this did not necessarily mean evil. But the feeling that something dark, something that went against the blessing of the land, was incredibly strong. The figure raised its free hand and the air grew colder. The pitch-black haze increased, flowed down like water and began to spread like oil on the ground. Long shadows snaked from beneath the trees, twisting and coalescing into a sea of deep black at the feet of the mysterious figure. The writhing darkness merged with the blackness emanating from the person itself, and finally a lake of bottomless darkness had formed. Thalia's skin tingled as the shadows thickened, and she watched in horror as the darkness brought forth soldiers in black armor, their eyes burning like embers in the void. Some of her warriors screamed, but their discipline held firm, even against magical opponents.

The monstrous warriors materialized from the fabric of the shadows, each one a silent guardian of death. They moved with a grace that contradicted the heavy plate armor they wore. Their heavy weapons were drawn and glistened greedily for blood. There was no doubt as to their intention.

“Do not hesitate! Attack!” Thalia roared.

Her archers released a volley of arrows that should rain down on the enemy, but the shadows seemed to coil around them and divert their path.

Thalia's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped forward, and her twin swords clanged as they met the first attacker. The clashing of steel on steel echoed through the forest and made the birds flee from their nests. But a fire had been kindled in Thalia. A deep all-destroying hatred, a wrath for everything that exists that could pose a danger to her holy Savierra. With a distorted face and a wild scream, Thalia's sword of the order thundered down from above onto the first of the enemies. The shadows tried to protect this one as well, but a golden glow emanated from the commander's sword. Without resistance, the darkness was penetrated. Then the glowing steel destroyed the attacker's weapon. With tremendous force, Thalia's sword crashed into the opponent's helmet, and with sparks and blood, the entire skull and neck were split. She drove her blade halfway into his chest and a fountain of blood spurted out of the broken body. The sword had sliced through flesh and armor almost effortlessly. Wild and half-mad with rage and worry about Savie, Thalia swung her secondary weapon and, like his comrade, the next attacker fell in a rain of blood.

The black-armored soldiers advanced, their movements precise and unyielding. The battle was a dance of death, a symphony of moans and screams. The ground became muddy with blood, the leaves turned red under the soldiers' boots.

Thalia's fellow warriors fought bravely at their side, every man and woman a bastion of hope in the face of the relentless flood. But for every enemy they felled, two more rose from the shadows. The air was thick with the acrid scent of fear and the metallic tang of blood. Thalia kept looking around to make sure that Savie and the soldiers she had provided were still safe.

The cloaked figure watched the unfolding carnage. Thalia's eyes never left him, unless she was looking at her beloved steed, her breathing calm and steady despite the chaos around her. As the battle raged, the stranger raised his hand again and the shadows deepened, coalescing into a monstrous figure that dwarfed even the towering trees.

The creature that emerged was a hybrid of beast and machine, its body a mass of heavy, black armor, with hoses and gears visible beneath. Its eyes glowed orange and long metal blades protruded from its forearms like the claws of a demon. The ground shook with every step it took, shaking the very core of the forest. It was impossible to tell what this monster had once been made of. It was a construct of metal and reanimated flesh.

The creature's first attack was swift and brutal. It opened its mouth, which was equipped with countless teeth and spikes, and fired a fireball like a cannon at one of the supply wagons, whose explosion echoed through the forest like the roar of a vengeful god. Hissing and whirring, the creature closed its mouth again. Debris and supplies flew through the air. Dead everywhere, mutilated, burning. The heat was intense even from Thalia's position, her face a mask of determination.

Her eyes never left the cloaked figure. He was the puppet master behind this horror show, and she knew that to win she would have to cut the snake's head off. She fought her way through the fray, her swords whirling like silver lightning in the shadowy forest. With every step she took, she got closer to her goal, and with every breath she took, she felt the burden of her decision grow heavier. Maybe she wouldn't survive, but as long as Savie was safe...

The creature's next attack was a sweeping blow from its bladed arms. There was no doubt that this beast wanted to eliminate the defenders in its path to get to Savi. Thalia jumped to the side, gracefully rolling and coming to her feet again in a crouch. The blade sliced through the air where she had been standing just moments before, leaving a trail of sparks as it hit the ground. The beast roared in frustration, a sound that seemed to shake the very air.

Thalia's comrades fell one after the other, overwhelmed by the sheer number of attackers. Even though their numbers were gradually dwindling, and despite the shadows that protected them, they suffered losses. The sound of clashing steel and the screams of the dying filled her ears and drove her to a battle with a ferocity she had rarely known before. Her swords sparkled in the light, leaving a trail of darkness as she slaughtered the black-armored soldiers approaching her. The biggest problem, however, was the armored monster, which relentlessly hurled or shredded warriors in the air. The creature's flesh bulged as the hoses pumped between its armor, and it opened its partially mechanical mouth. As it hurled another fireball, the next ox cart exploded, leaving only burning debris and carcasses behind.

Then it happened. Almost every one of the attackers had been defeated and Thalia allowed herself a moment's respite. This lapse of attention was enough for one of the opponents to swing his axe at her. None of Thalia's weapons could be raised in time to defend herself. The commander prepared herself for the painful, perhaps even fatal impact in her armor. But before this could happen, the blade crashed against a glowing golden shield that suddenly enveloped the warrior. The ax immediately shattered into a thousand pieces. Thalia didn't hesitate for a moment, and her sword pierced the masked face of the unfortunate attacker.

Panting, covered in blood and mud, Thalia turned around as the black-clad fighter went down with his useless axe handle. Savie stood there with her hands raised, glowing golden, and a grim look on her face. Thalia smiled weakly. Her sweetheart had saved her. But before she could react, the commander caught something from the side and hurled it through the air. With an impact that forced all the air out of her lungs, the warrior crashed into a massive tree trunk at the side of the road. Dazed, she tried to get back on her feet, but everything was spinning and Thalia tasted a lot of blood. Her vision was blurred and she had lost the smaller of her swords. Staggering, she regained her feet with the help of all her willpower and the sole desire to protect Savie. But before she could take a step forward, the commander noticed that something was holding her left arm. She looked and saw a pitch-black, jagged chain that firmly connected her forearm to the wood of the tree. Around her, Thalia now also noticed that some of her fighters were wrapped in or held by similar chains. They seemed to grow out of the shadows on the ground, as did the opponents they were fighting against.

Then Thalia's green eyes widened and everything seemed to slow down to slo-mo. Her beloved princess, who was far too gentle, soft and fat for such a slaughter, was held by the very same chains that had wrapped around her legs and arms. The bloated blonde centaur tugged desperately against her black shackles. The huge monster strode directly towards her, its huge claw outstretched. Golden light surrounded the princess's quivering, struggling body. The magical black chains seemed to struggle with the magic of the chosen one, but they held firm.

It happened in the blink of an eye and required no conscious decision or deliberation.

With a crash, Thalia's massive order sword was driven diagonally through the large, horned and armored skull of the beast. Sparks flew as the black armor burst and floods of black blood and a strange orange glowing liquid poured out of the mouth. Breathing heavily, Thalia knelt beside the reeling beast, still holding the hilt of the weapon she had just driven completely through the monster's head. Blood streamed from the stump of Thalia's left arm, while a small part of herself, still wrapped in chains, remained on the tree trunk.

“Thalia!” Savie screamed in horror as the slain monster crashed to the ground.

The worn-out warrior could only manage a crooked, exhausted smile, then she too fell to the muddy ground and lost consciousness.