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The blessing of the land 6 (Commission)
🕑 Added 2025-09-14 20:40:04 +0000 UTC(This is a fantasy weight gain story featuring a female centaur and other monster girls. XWG, stuffing, lesbians)
Chapter 6: Ilia and Zia
The Desert
Several years before the beautiful and charming princess of the centaur people was recognized as the Chosen One in the land of Karion, a young, penniless woman found happiness in the merciless desert of the south. The blessing of the land was omnipresent, and it had its own will and its own plan. The fates of humans and creatures were intertwined, years or even decades before they even knew of each other or had ever seen each other. The most incredible coincidences and the most unbelievable stories were still being written by real life.
The descendants of a bloodline blessed by the land countless years ago would awaken one by one to protect the chosen ones of this world from a gathering darkness. An ancient threat, long believed to have been destroyed, threatened the order of the entire world.
In the scorching heat of the desert, a lone figure trudged across the fine sand. The glaring sun cast a merciless light on the dunes, as if they were waves of liquid gold. The figure, a young girl named Ilia, squinted through her sand-covered eyelashes and scanned the horizon with her eyes for signs of her destination. Her parched throat craved the sweet relief of water, and her skin felt tight from days of relentless sun exposure. A caramel tone, interrupted by bruises, fresh abrasions, and the occasional sunburn. Ilia's clothing, once bright and colorful, had been reduced by the harsh embrace of the desert to a faded, sand-colored shroud that billowed around her body. Nothing more than torn, stained rags that had once covered the beautiful woman's flawless, unblemished curves and contours. Large, full breasts stretched the remains of her top, and with every movement, the massive bells bounced up and down. The clothing also inadequately covered her round buttocks and shapely hips and thighs. A flood of black, curly hair spilled out from under Ilias' hood. The mane was messy, tousled, and dirty with sand and dust. A cloth protected Ilias' beautiful but parched and damaged features from the desert climate. Under the fabric, she could feel her once full, smooth lips, now withered and cracked. Above them, however, an unbroken will sparkled in her large green eyes. Ilia's body craved water and food, but was nonetheless fascinatingly beautiful and voluptuous.
With each step she took, the heat seemed to intensify, as if the air itself was trying to suffocate her. But Ilia kept going, driven by a force greater than thirst or fatigue—the will to survive. Ilia had been a member of one of the countless nomadic tribes in the seemingly endless desert of Desarion. Almost the entire population of the southern country made their living in the vast seas of sand that had given the nation its name. A little over a week ago, Ilia's tribe had been attacked by a group of slave traders. Everything had been destroyed, and anyone who had not been killed instantly faced a fate of servitude even worse than death. Ilia had seen her mother die with her own eyes, while she did not know what had happened to her father and two brothers. She had been separated from her sister during the chaotic escape. Ilia had fled into the desert with only the clothes on her back, leaving behind the burning tents and screams. Since then, the young woman had been wandering through the desert without water or supplies. She felt that she was nearing the end of her strength and prayed to the blessing of the land that she would reach her destination before she collapsed and became another sun-bleached skeleton in the endless sand.
As the sun slowly set that day, and Ilia was half-mad with thirst and had already given up all hope, a hint of green appeared in the distance—a mirage, the young woman thought at first. But as she got closer, she realized it was not an illusion, or at least she wanted to believe that until she was close enough to touch the apparition with her own hands. Lush and vibrant trees grew out of the desert soil, stretching their branches like inviting arms. Her heart pounded with hope as she stumbled forward, her legs heavy with exhaustion, the soles of her feet sore and burned by the heat. The closer she got, the denser the air became with the scent of vegetation, and the distant sound of water became clearer. When she finally climbed and crossed one last sand dune, she finally saw the green sea of plants and trees stretching out before her as far as the eye could see. Sand-colored towers and colorful domed roofs rose out of the thicket in the distance into the bright blue sky.
There was only one place like this in all of Desarion. Her parents and other members of her tribe had told her about the capital of the desert nation when they had once been there to trade. They had also told her about the Chosen One of the Land's Blessing, whom they had met at that time. The embodiment of nature and life, who made everything in Desarion flourish. These stories had taken deep root in Ilia, and the young woman had always dreamed of seeing the domes and towers of the city with her own eyes. Perhaps one day she would even be granted the privilege of admiring a Chosen One. After the attack on her tribe, the capital of Desarion was the only place she could flee to. Whether it was actual logic, because she hoped to find food and water here, or whether she was guided by the beautiful stories from her childhood, only this one goal existed in Ilia's mind.
With trembling hands, the young woman fought her way through the dense, humid forest. Before her lay a magnificent metropolis surrounded by jungle. Finally, the vegetation thinned out and was replaced by finely worked stone, and Ilia took her first steps into the city of Zaharan. Its sandstone towers and buildings rose into the sky, and in its center stood a palace with a domed roof that shimmered in the colors of a thousand jewels. Between the buildings were gardens and scattered giant trees with wooden paths winding around their trunks and branches. The enormous crowns provided pleasant shade for the people on the roofs below. Basins and stone waterways ran through the entire city. The sight of such splendor in the middle of the desert was surreal, like a painting brought to life. It was a stark contrast to the barren, dusty world Ilia had always known. But now she had made it; she had arrived in Zaharan, the capital of the desert nation of Desarion. Whatever awaited Ilia here, it was life, not death in the scorching, merciless heat of the desert. The young woman sank to her soft knees and looked up at the dome of the palace in the center of the capital. Behind it rose an even larger but much narrower building. Her parents had told her about it—the winding tower where the current Chosen One resided, from the tribe of beast people who were native to Desarion. The tower resembled two snakes entwined around each other, spiraling ever higher. At the top, the structure ended in two snake heads staring at each other with open mouths. Ilia thought she had the feeling that this tower had called to her, and now that she saw it with her own eyes, that feeling was even more intense than before. However, she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination, caused by the lack of water and the heat. At the last moment, before everything went black, Ilia saw some people coming toward her from the houses on the outskirts of the city, then she collapsed and lost consciousness.
Several years later...
The girl who had once roamed the desert had transformed into a woman of grace and dignity. Ilia had fought her way into Zaharan with sheer willpower and tenacity. Penniless as she was, she had joined the only organization that accepted her without asking for anything in return, except for unconditional obedience, loyalty, and faith, of course. The young woman from the desert had become a member of the Priestesses of the Land's Blessing. Without ever intending to, she had found her calling and quickly risen through the ranks as her faith grew stronger. It was also her faith that had given Ilia's life stability and order after everything she had known had been violently taken from her.
Now Ilia was the high priestess of the palace she had once gazed upon in awe after saving herself with her last ounce of strength to the oasis of Zaharan. She spent her days caring for the needs of the Lamia, whose worship was the cultural and social core of the city. From among the people of this species known as Lamia, human-snake hybrids, a new Chosen One of the Blessing of the Land was regularly appointed. When Ilia arrived in Zaharan, the last Chosen One had just passed away, and the priests had performed rituals to select a new one from among the many candidates. Finally, the magic and power of the blessing had manifested itself in a very young Lamia named Zia. Until she came of age, the snake woman had remained with her people, who lived in a secluded oasis far from Zaharan. When Zia was finally old enough, she moved into the winding tower at the same time that Ilia began her work there as a priestess.
The chosen one of this land, a being of incomparable beauty, had the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a giant snake. Her scales shimmered in the light, a dazzling collection of emeralds and topazes. Even when the lamia had first emerged as the new chosen one of the blessing, she had been a breathtaking, fascinating beauty. In all the time that had passed since then, however, she had changed somewhat. The traditional path that every Chosen One walked, with the active support of the priests and the people who wanted to benefit from her blessing.
The role of high priestess was sometimes demanding, but it still filled Ilia with happiness and pride day after day. Every morning, the young woman rose with the sun to fulfill her duties. Whenever she put on her traditionally very skimpy robe, which accentuated her very wide hips and almost uncovered, voluptuous, swaying breasts, Ilia walked toward the main hall of the winding tower with a warmth that filled her entire body. She had truly blossomed since her arrival in Zaharan. So much so that some priests suspected that the blessing itself had touched her in some way. Ilia's hair was a waterfall of black curls, woven with pearls and gold jewelry, reaching down to her plump bottom. Her eyes glowed like green fire, enchanting everyone who looked into them. A beautiful young woman whose flawless face could only be surpassed by the Chosen One herself.
The first task of the day was to feed the sacred snake woman. A procession of servants brought exotic fruits, juicy meat, and jugs of sweet nectar for Zia's breakfast. An endless caravan of food wound its way through the corridors of the palace and into the winding tower adjoining the building. The largest dishes were whole grilled or braised crocodiles, buffalo, or antelope. Many of the enormous platters or cauldrons had to be carried by several people. Ilia watched with a mixture of awe and concern as the Lamia devoured the food. She was concerned simply because she could never allow her beloved, charming snake woman to go hungry. In fact, during the years she had spent caring for Zia and all her needs, Ilia had fallen in love with the Chosen One. In her nature, her importance to the whole country, and not least in her ever-beautiful form. The Lamia's appetite had become practically insatiable, and it was Ilia's solemn duty to ensure that she was still constantly fed. Accordingly, Zia's dimensions continued to explode and the Chosen One's weight steadily increased. Of course, this was exactly in line with tradition and belief in the blessings of the land, but even for the priests, who had cared for one or two Chosen Ones in their lives, Zia was truly an insatiable glutton. But the prosperity of the city depended on her size, and any decline was met with widespread panic and prayers for abundance. The fertility and abundance represented by the body of the Chosen One was reflected in the health, yields, and happiness of the people of Desarion. They all knew that it was their highest and most sacred duty to satisfy the Chosen One in all matters in order to continue to receive the blessings of the land.
Ilias's bright green eyes scanned the horizon for the caravans bringing offerings from the surrounding areas. The young high priestess stood on a balcony of the palace, overlooking the beautiful and bustling city. The arrival was a spectacle, the air filled with the scent of spices and the clinking of precious metals. The offerings were brought for Zia, who enjoyed being presented with ingredients and dishes from all corners of the land. The citizens believed that the more she ate, the more blessed the city would be. Ilia had recognized the truth in this. Under Zia's blessing, the desert had blossomed and the city had prospered. The harvests were bountiful, and the once scarce water now flowed abundantly from ingenious aqueducts. Basically, only during the brief periods when the blessing of the land had not named a chosen one did the water of the oasis seem to dry up. Now all the people were happy and content, and Zia's power allowed everything to flourish in abundance. At times, the constant feeding had become a heavy burden, but the priests and the common people always passionately ensured that the huge, fat Lamia was full and satisfied. Every now and then, food deliveries were delayed or ingredients and spices that Zia particularly craved ran out, but so far, the servants of the palace and the winding tower had always managed to fill the snake woman's long stomach properly. With the endless feasts and years of gluttony and unrestrained stuffing of the chosen one, it was no wonder that the young Lamia's weight had grown to over 900 kg. At least, that was the last measurement of the beautiful, wobbly mass before Zia no longer wanted to leave the tower. It had become too much effort for her to slither her enormous, bloated body through the city to be weighed at the cattle market. Now, audiences were held regularly in the winding tower so that the enthusiastic people could still see the enchanting and incomprehensibly large Lamia with their own eyes. Many men and women from the city or from outside the city also asked to speak to Zia. It was common knowledge that the young snake woman had a very kind and friendly nature. Many even described her character as sweet and cute, although she also radiated dignity and grace like the sun radiates warmth.
It was no wonder that Ilia had fallen in love with the Chosen One, and she was quite certain that she had also enchanted many other visitors forever. Ilia turned away from the horizon and walked back to the tower, which served as the home of the Chosen One and a place of worship. She crossed the long corridors, which were filled with the smell of countless dishes from the many kitchens.
Finally, she reached the main chamber in the center of the building. The high ceiling was covered with mosaics and paintings depicting the history of the city and the connection between humans and the snake people. Sunlight flooded into the room through large windows, but it was still quite cool. As a lamia, Zia was often colder than normal humans. She had to be warmed from the outside because her body, even with its incredible swollen mass, did not generate enough heat on its own. When this was the case, large, adjustable mirrors on the walls amplified the incoming sunbeams so that Zia could luxuriate and warm herself in a flood of white rays.
In addition to mirrors and windows, the walls of the huge room were hung with carpets and cloths, and fire bowls were already lit. As hot as the sun burned in the desert during the day, the night was just as cold, which is why the fire in the chamber of the chosen ones burned at all times. The gate through which Ilia entered the room was guarded day and night by stoic, immovable guards. An endless stream of servants brought more and more food, passing by the grim men and women in their golden armor. Everything was laid out on tables and cloths in front of a huge platform in the middle of the room. On the stone surface lay a huge purple cushion embroidered with gold.
The cushion was made of the finest silk and had a larger surface area than most houses in Zaharan. However, it was currently empty. Ilia walked past the guards, who briefly bowed their heads to the high priestess, and the busy servants. She stepped onto the platform and circled the huge, soft cushion. Behind it was a large basin of steaming water.
Thick clouds of steam rose from the milky, almost white water, which was enriched with exotic additives and herbs. The scent was beguiling, and Ilia had noticed it as soon as she entered, but now it flooded her senses. The heat for the water was generated in a vault beneath the chamber by a constantly fired furnace. Large waves restlessly caused the water in the basin to spill over the edges again and again and run into the designated drains. Ilia smiled as she thought about how Zia needed less and less water to take her beloved baths. The high priestess strode through the cloud of warm, fragrant mist, and the liquid from the basin gently lapped over her feet. Zia was obsessed with her baths, as they kept her skin and scales beautifully soft and velvety and provided her with the warmth her massive body craved. It also filled Ilia with joy to see how relaxed the lamia was as she enjoyed the water every day, often spending hours in the warm liquid between her enormous meals.
The bond between them had grown very strong over the years, and the young woman knew that her destiny was linked to that of the great Lamia. At least, she believed she could feel the love and power of Zia and the blessing of the land within her. From the moment she had handed a tray of grapes to the then much younger and almost slender Lamia, to the present day, when Ilia entered the Chamber of the Chosen as High Priestess, she had felt the bond between them. The burden of her responsibility was great, but the love and reverence she felt for her divine task made every hardship worthwhile. When the stars began to twinkle in the sky, she often massaged Zia's enormous form and felt a sense of contentment stirring within her. Then she listened to the soft sounds of digestion and the sweet moans of the obese Lamia. In these almost completely silent moments of togetherness, she thought about the future of her city and the delicate balance she maintained by complying with the will of the land's blessing.
Ilia crouched down and held the fingertips of her slender, beautiful hand in the undulating water. Then the waves grew larger and more intense, and a figure emerged from the mist and swam toward her. She was thick, even very fat, and beautiful, unlike anything else in the world. The lamia was almost completely submerged in the water, with only the human part of her body, up to her chest, protruding from the water. Zia drifted leisurely toward the edge of the pool, hardly using her arms at all, and the contents of the pool swirled wildly around her human torso. At the other end of the pool, there was a loud splash, and through the mist, Ilia could just make out the tip of Zia's tail as it sank back into the water. The end of this body was thicker and wider than the high priestess's entire body.
With a broad smile, the lamia approached her highest servant and closest friend. As always, this smile melted Ilia's heart like ice in the desert sun, and she beamed back.
“Hello, Ilia. Is it that time again? I hadn't thought about it at all, but now I'm quite hungry,” said the Chosen One with a grin, flicking her forked tongue cheekily.
Zia was a magnificent sight. Her beauty was downright stunning. The Lamia's wet, long, jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, back, and chest. In the water, it fanned out like an oil slick, smooth and silky. On both sides of her head, pointed ears with large golden earrings peeked out from between the dark strands. Zia's eyes were large with yellow irises and slit pupils. The grin on her face revealed the two longer fangs in her upper jaw. However, they were partially retracted and almost touched her palate. Only when she opened her mouth completely did these poison-filled tools straighten up.
Zia reached the edge of the pool and rested her forearms on it. She looked up dreamily at Ilia as she rested her pretty head on her arms. You could clearly see how much weight the lamia must have had. By human standards, she would have been very small, at most 5'3". Of course, it was extremely difficult to compare a snake woman to that, as her entire body was extremely long. However, the human part of Zia, which she usually held upright, was not very large, and in this position she only reached Ilia's shoulder. The human component of the lamia was that of a stocky, cute beauty with a good amount of fat on her ribs. Her upper arms were large, soft cushions from which fat dangled. The forearms on which her pretty head with a cute little double chin now rested were round and fleshy. Dimples adorned Zia's very small, sweet, and plump hands. Her nails were relatively long and almost resembled claws, but they were perfectly manicured and immaculate. The base of Zia's breasts already suggested they were large, even though most of them were still under water. Stretch marks on her light brown skin testified to how much fat must have flowed into her tits over the past few years.
The water was still raging throughout the pool, and waves kept sloshing over the edge into the drains.
“If you're so hungry, I'm afraid you'll have to get out,” Ilia said, smiling with mild regret.
Zia rolled her beautiful eyes and pouted.
“It's always so nice in the water,” she moaned, but smiled. “Can't I get my food in here?”
“We would do anything you want, but technically, you can't stay in here forever. You know that, too.”
“Yes... of course,” Zia said with feigned disappointment. She took a deep breath and sighed. Ilia stroked her head and her wonderful, long hair with one hand.
Zia smiled broadly and looked up again at the high priestess who had been taking care of her for so long. A flood of happiness overwhelmed Ilia and her heart almost burst with love for the young lamia.
“Come on, I'll help you too,” Ilia finally said.
“All right.” Zia rose slightly and floated upright in the water again. She grabbed her wet hair with both hands and threw it behind her, exposing her upper body as far as it protruded from the water. She was an indescribably beautiful sight, and Ilia couldn't get over it every day. The lamia's hair floated in the water behind her back, which was adorned with several rolls of fat that widened toward her hips. With this movement, the beautiful fat on Zia's arms jiggled like pudding. It already dangled so far down that it completely covered the lamia's armpits. Her enormous breasts were also lifted a little further out of the water, but their ends were still not visible.
“Will you read to me again while we eat?” asked the chosen one with expectant, shining eyes.
Ilia laughed briefly. It was just as charming as Zia was modest and nice.
“Of course, as long and as much as you want. And afterwards, I'll braid your hair again.”
“Yes!” agreed the lamia enthusiastically, clenching her chubby hands into cute fists. At the other end of the pool, the snake woman's tail tip broke through the water again with joy. This time, even more of the lamia's body was visible, which disappeared back into the pool with a crash and a splash, spraying water everywhere.
“Well then...” Zia finally said, swimming close to the edge of the pool. She supported herself with her cute hands on the wet stone and slowly pushed herself up. The first thing that finally spilled over the edge of the pool were two huge, udder-like tits. Two fat-filled sacks literally flowed over the stone floor. Wet, slippery, and soft as silk, the breasts swelled between the Lamia's fat arms. Each breast was three times the size of Zia's head, with huge areolas. You could see how stretched the skin was from all the fat that had migrated into the breasts in such a short time. The second thing you could see besides the tits was how Zia's body grew wider and wider the further she emerged from the hot water. Where her breasts had previously completely covered her ribcage, the Lamia exploded in width below her comparatively narrow waist. And the further she rose, the more massive her hips became. More and more fat, bigger and bigger fat pads appeared under her light brown, wet skin. If Zia had been a human woman, she would have been almost wider than she was tall, and passing through doors would have been impossible with those completely overloaded, swaying, and jiggling hips. Ilia could have lost herself in this sight every time, but she also had a job to do.
Zia had pushed herself up out of the water as far as she could, with obvious effort. Beneath her colossal breasts, the rolls of her large belly were visible, most of which was still in the water. Ilia grabbed hold of it courageously and, like a net full of fish that she was pulling ashore, she hoisted the lamia's enormous apron of fat onto the stone floor. Like rising dough, the enormous belly spilled out in all directions. Two huge, fat rolls that overlapped were already visible, but that was not all. Zia helped with one of her hands, and Ilia once again reached deep into the hot, undulating fat of the chosen one. The high priestess pulled again and brought even more of the belly to light. Like an ocean of fat, the colossal potbelly now spilled over the stone, and Ilia had to step aside to make room for the wobbly mountain of fat to spread out. Four rolls, each thicker than the thigh of a strong man, now lay wet and dripping on the floor next to the basin. This enormous blanket of fat stretched further than Zia's human part was tall. But that wasn't all; there was still some of the lamia's fat trapped underwater between the edge of the pool and her own body. Ilia reached into the water again and finally felt her hands slide between the belly and the FUPA underneath, which was as big as a bulging sack. With one last effort, she hoisted the rest of the gigantic fat belly out of the hot water. At the same time, Zia was now able to push herself up with her snake body at the bottom of the pool and move forward. Since her belly was no longer trapped in between, the part of her body that held her human part upright now rested on the stone floor.
Gasping for breath but happy, Zia rubbed her pendulous giant breasts and the monster belly that stretched out like a blanket in front of her. She had been eating so much for so long that this belly hung down in front of her and made it harder to slither day by day. Zia placed her sweet hands on her enormous hips, the ends of which she could no longer reach with her arms outstretched, and looked at Ilia with satisfaction.
“Now I'm really hungry.”
Very slowly, more like a snail than a snake, Zia then swayed forward. The mountains of her fat belly shifted and the rolls formed all kinds of new shapes as the lamia crawled, pushing the enormous mass in front of her. This belly no longer looked as if it really belonged to Zia's body. It was a huge boulder in front of her, but soft as pudding and delicate as silk. Zia's belly alone probably weighed 200 kg. Groaning and panting, she pushed her swollen midsection forward toward the platform, where the next feast was already waiting for her. Her enormous tits swayed sluggishly back and forth as the lamia felt her massive, heavy FUPA rubbing against the floor above her swollen, fat vagina.
Ilia walked slowly beside the chosen one, holding out one of her greasy arms for support, which the lamia gratefully took. Behind the human part of the snake woman, however, her body really began. With the same width as her monstrous hips, which swayed back and forth as she slowly slithered along, her stretched, bloated abdomen, which defied all standards, followed. A long tail covered with shiny, light green scales that looked like a completely overfilled sausage casing. Stuffed, bloated, and swollen, the mass of the chosen one rolled out of the water. Some corridors in buildings would have been too narrow to accommodate this monstrous body. Like rising dough, the serpentine body expanded once more as it left the water and succumbed to gravity. All the fat under the skin and the jewel-like scales sluggishly spilled out to the sides. It was no wonder that the liquid in the pool had been so turbulent, considering that such an enormous body had been writhing beneath the surface. More and more of the serpent's body pushed out of the pool and the water level dropped rapidly. All the fat she had eaten had not only caused Zia to gain an incredible amount of mass and weight, she had also been a very long lamia by nature, measuring almost 12 meters when she had moved into the winding tower.
Slowly, the Chosen One pushed her incredible mass forward. She was hindered by an ocean of fat in front of her, on which rested the largest pair of breasts in the entire country, and by a serpentine body below her magnificent hips and side rolls that was thicker than several old tree trunks combined.
After a while, during which Zia had groaned and sighed her way forward, repeatedly trying to lift her apron of fat and heave it aside so she could wriggle a little further, she finally reached the platform. Her long abdomen, with the circumference of a sequoia tree and the consistency of pudding, compressed itself on the platform, forming a huge mountain of wobbly, undulating scales. Zia settled her human body on top of it, or rather inside it, and sighed with relief. The rolls and folds of her upper body hung down onto the fat of her abdomen. In this sitting position, her enormous, bloated breasts were pressed to the sides by the Lamia's monstrous-looking belly. Left and right, her massive breasts rested on the towering hip fat. Behind Zia's back, what would have been called buttocks in a human woman extended from her gigantic hips over the curves of her fattened, swollen snake body. Zia's belly spilled out in front of her, from the huge cushion on which she now rested, over the stone floor of the chamber like a giant blanket. Now that this more than impressive apron of fat could spread out unhindered, one could really see how enormous it was. The elongated, sluggish mass of fat, consisting of huge overlapping rolls of fat, was simply a sight to behold. Admittedly, the snake part of the lamia's body was probably even more impressive, but then again, it wasn't human. However, with her belly covered in light brown skin and ravaged by long stretch marks, the human mind could still comprehend it and was accordingly overwhelmed by the grotesque size of her belly.
“Finally sitting down,” Zia sighed with relief and rubbed her swollen breasts, which swung like wet sacks to the sides of her belly. Everything about her was still dripping wet and shiny. While Ilia sat down behind her on one of the coils of Zia's serpentine body and began to dry her long black hair with cloths, the yellow eyes of the Chosen One gazed greedily at the landscape of delicacies that stretched out before her.
"Eat, my love. You must be starving," Ilia said kindly, enjoying running her fingers through the long, silky hair. The sun shining into the tower would dry the rest of the enormous, scaly body.
With that, the first of the servants who had been waiting patiently until Zia had slithered to her place brought the first tray of food. A huge platter of grilled pork ribs. The stack of fragrant, sauce-covered delicacies was high and would have been enough for a large family on its own. The servant had to approach Zia from the side because her enormous belly protruded so far in front of her that she would not have been able to reach the tray if the man had stood at the bottom of her fat apron.
“Thank you very much,” said the lamia with shining eyes and a wildly twitching, forked tongue. She immediately reached for one of the delicious-looking rib arches. She opened her mouth, which gaped wider than a human's could have, and shoved all the bones and meat into her throat. Her long fangs were bared and Zia's tongue wrapped around the ribs. A moan escaped the lamia's widened throat as she tasted the flavor. Finally, she pushed the entire rib cage down her stretching and deforming throat. Finally, she swallowed once and then wiped her sauce-smeared mouth with one hand, grinning broadly. A bulge briefly appeared under the fat cover of her upper abdomen, right between her magnificent, fat breasts, but then disappeared again.
“That's heavenly,” Zia said enthusiastically, her forked tongue licking her beautiful lips.
“Then dig in before it gets cold,” said Ilia with a smile, completely absorbed in the Lamia's beautiful hair. She began brushing the long mane and then worked in Zia's favorite gold jewelry.
The chosen one didn't need to be told twice and immediately devoured the second rib. The tray was quickly emptied, and dozens more were already waiting in front of her. A servant was already approaching with the next dish. A large tray with a mountain of chicken on it. There must have been at least twenty of the animals on it, crisply grilled but still juicy, steaming with rich sauce. The lamia greedily devoured them, shoving one chicken after another down her throat. When the Chosen One ate this way, it was probably not a very elegant sight for most people, although Ilia loved to see her fat protégé stuffing herself so uninhibitedly and animalistically. She sensed the happiness Zia felt in doing so. After all, she was also part snake, and what she was doing was only natural. But not everything was gobbled down by Zia. She chewed some foods just like a human. The variety of dishes was enormous. Huge bowls of apples, bananas, dates, pineapples, nuts, pears, and oranges. Baskets full of bread, which the servants carried in and which were completely emptied by Zia. In addition, there were countless sauces, dips, yogurts, and spreads. She devoured bite-sized pieces of cheese. This was followed by trays full of steaks, turkey breasts, pork chops, lamb, beef, and even antelope from the desert. A whole, stuffed, and completely grilled alligator was cut up for Zia, and she greedily devoured every last scrap. Baked pasta dishes, mountains of rice and steaming vegetables, pots full of seafood farmed in Zaharan's water gardens. Zia emptied all the dishes, devoured mussels, lobsters, crabs and shrimp, often with the shells, enjoyed octopus and squid, and drank all the broth from the pots. There were all kinds of fish, grilled with butter, garlic, and herbs, countless eggs from various birds, cured meat, smoked ham, pickled cucumbers, pots of all kinds of soups, goulash, stews. Zia devoured whole roasts of pork and beef that had been braised for hours in roasting pans. The fat flowed down the corners of her stretched mouth, over her massive tits, as she stuffed the large pieces of meat into her wide throat. Kilograms of potatoes disappeared into her slowly swelling belly, along with asparagus, carrots, and leeks. During the meal, the lamia emptied an entire tub of oatmeal porridge, platefuls of couscous, and chickpea balls. The food was endless, and more and more was brought in. The servants cleared away the pots, bowls, and trays almost as quickly as they brought in new ones. Zia's mouth and chest, down to her hard nipples, were completely smeared and covered with sauce and grease. Ilia took great care to ensure that none of it touched the hair she was carefully braiding. It took an incredible amount to satisfy the Lamia's appetite, but Ilia knew her beloved's hunger and sensed that she was soon reaching the point of satiety. At the moment, Zia was devouring a whole roasted goose stuffed with olives, smacking her lips. The Lamia's digestive tract was very long, in keeping with her body, and required an enormous amount of food to fill it. Accordingly, the Chosen One's weight gain was explosive, and the fatter she got, the hungrier she became.
Ilia noticed that Zia was gradually slowing down while eating. Her entire snake body had visibly become fuller and plumper. Everything looked fuller and stuffed. However, this was nothing compared to her human belly. A huge ball swelled far out of the incredibly stretched layer of fat. Zia's rolls of fat were taut and stretched far. The bulge of her stomach took up all the skin that was available. This also revealed the large, wide belly button under the gigantic ball. The roll of fat that had covered it had disappeared with the swelling of the stomach. Zia's stretch marks were taut and glistened in the sunlight. She looked as if she would burst at any moment. Gasping and panting, the lamia continued to shove food into her mouth. Her belly continued to swell, gurgling and rumbling loudly. Just as the chosen one emptied a carafe of wine with pumping, pulsating gulps, Ilia placed a hand on her protruding stomach from behind. The skin was hot, rock-hard, and stained with greasy sauce. Zia groaned but continued to drink, stretching her belly more and more. Ilia smiled contentedly and looked at a servant who was just bringing the next tray of grilled rabbit.
“I think it's almost time for dessert,” said the high priestess, stroking Zia's grotesquely stretched belly.
