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The blessing of the land 4 (Commission)
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 22:19:46 +0000 UTC(This is a fantasy weight gain story featuring a female centaur and other monster girls. XWG, Stuffing, Lesbians)
The blessing of the land
Chapter 4: A deeper bond
The rain
Thalia strode through the camp, which was still wet from the night's rain and where the servants and priests were clearing away the remains of the past celebration. The commander's heavy boots squelched as she crossed the earth of the festival grounds, which had been churned up by countless feet. Many of the tents had already been taken down and furniture, tools and cooking utensils stowed away. In a few days, most of the people would return to their villages and sites and Savierra and Thalia would leave for Merograd with their entourage. With heaving, heavy breasts and bobbing, full hair, the commander climbed the steps of the temple. These old and venerable stone steps were still wet from the rain, but now the sky was clear and bright blue. It had almost been a real storm, which had drowned the remnants of the festivities. Thalia thought of the color of Saviera's wonderful eyes as she looked up at the now completely cloudless sky and smiled. She believed that she had overcome her insecurity during the last night. In a way, Thalia had only realized after last night's celebration and the time she had spent with Savierra that her future would now take a clear direction. Her destiny was intertwined with that of the centauress and she would devote herself entirely to her new task. Thalia had never expected such an honor to be bestowed upon her, whether she had ever wanted it or wished for something like it, she wasn't sure. What the big, muscular woman was clear about, though, was that Savie filled her with happiness and warmth and a joy and ease that the warrior had never known before. In future, she would no longer shut herself off from these feelings; quite the opposite.
With her thoughts already with the beautiful, fat centaur lady, Thalia's feet carried her through the corridors of the great temple to Saviera's chamber. The otherwise always bold and intrepid warrioress already felt her face growing hot, her cheeks reddening, and her heart beating faster. But Thalia enjoyed the feelings, or at least she tried to. Being there for Savie and taking care of her made her happy and she wanted more of that happiness.
Finally, she entered the elected's chambers, but instantly she felt cold and the hard-boiled heart of the otherwise fearless warrior sank down into her pants. Savierra was sitting cross-legged on her bed of pillows and blankets. A white dress stretched tightly over her thick fat rolls. The seams on her voluminous tits were stretched to breaking point. A sight that would probably have aroused and thrilled Thalia, but Saviera's expression made her feel otherwise. With a dull, expressionless face, Saviera stared over at Thalia. Her narrow shoulders hung limply and her long golden hair hung around her beautiful body in a mess. Her beautiful eyes were very red and it was clear that the centaur had cried violently.
“Savie!? What happened to you?”, Thalia blurted out, full of concern. She slammed the heavy door behind her and rushed over to the horse woman. The tall woman quickly sank to one knee in front of the princess, bringing her to eye level. Instinctively, she wanted to touch Savie, but she hesitated and her outstretched hand remained in the air, undecided. With her eyes welling up, the grieving centaur turned her face away.
“What happened? What's wrong?” Thalia asked desperately, almost in tears herself. Every good feeling she had had just a few moments ago had been wiped away. She was drowning in a whirlpool of worries and thoughts about what was wrong with the poor young woman in front of her.
“Have I done something wrong?” the warrior asked with a pleading tone she had never heard before in her entire life.
Savie turned her head back to her and looked at the dark-skinned woman with a mixture of regret and confusion.
“What have you done wrong?” You mean, what have I done, and I don't know. I was so happy to meet you, you were everything I had ever dreamed of. I was chosen to be a Chosen One, a bearer of the blessings of the land. An incarnation of abundance and life in the form of an ever-growing, fertile body. I thought my luck couldn't get any better. Then I heard about you and your deeds and prayed to be allowed to have you as a partner and companion, and the priests agreed, the blessing allowed it. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.”
Thalia was speechless for a moment and looked into Savie's sad face with her green eyes. Then she said, “Savie, I feel the same way. You are the greatest good fortune that has ever happened to me. The honor, the joy of being allowed to serve you, of being allowed to connect my life with yours. It's a dream.”
Now it was Savierra's turn to be baffled. The sadness had almost completely vanished and only deep confusion remained.
“You think so? But... you didn't want to stay last night. You left so quickly that it seemed like you didn't want to spend time with me.”
The centaur sighed and continued sadly, “I'm not stupid and I know that a relationship doesn't come out of nowhere, but you were so dismissive last night. I thought you weren't interested in me after all…” At first, the sentence seemed to continue, but Savie lapsed into silence and just looked at the ground.
Thalia gently placed her finger on Savie's delicate chin and lifted her head. It seemed to have been just a misunderstanding and a great weight was lifted from the warrior's heart. Although... there was a grain of truth in the princess's words, even if Thalia was definitely interested in the centaur.
“I'm a person who has never experienced much good or had an easy life. The luck I have with you is so overwhelmingly incredible that I couldn't even process it properly. Last night... I didn't know what to do with my feelings. It's true that I wanted to get away quickly to sort out my thoughts, but I assure you, Savierra, I want nothing more than to be with you and take care of you. To see you laugh, to make you happy, to feel, to sense... and to see you grow as well.”
The last part brought a smile to Savierra's face, and Thalia returned it.
“Are you really serious?” the princess asked with quiet hope in her voice, folding her hands in front of her thick tits, almost as if in prayer.
“It's the truth. From now on, you are my life.”
In a rush of relief, the centaur hugged her counterpart and pressed her fat, protruding belly against Thalia's strong torso, and the two women's big breasts were pressed together as well. A wonderful, intoxicating feeling.
When they both came apart again, Savie looked down at Thalia, who was wet from the rain.
“By the way, please excuse this. I was so worried all night, and when I cry... the weather reflects my mood. It's the same when I'm happy or afraid. The blessing of the land has connected me with nature and the world around me,” she explained.
“It doesn't matter, it's just water. But I'll make sure that you'll never have to cry again, except for tears of joy.”
Savie laughed and showed a radiant smile with sweet dimples again. Then the smile disappeared, but it wasn't replaced by sadness again, but by a wicked, somewhat lascivious look. Then Savie rose from the pillows and Thalia did the same.
“If your life is mine, then I want to be yours, too,” the centaur announced and undid the laces of her very tight, white dress. The fabric quickly fell away from her breathtaking body, revealing pale-skinned fat and wonderfully sensual curves.
Promised to each other
Thalia had felt something for Savierra ever since their first meeting. When the Commander of the Guardians had laid eyes on the enchanting beauty of the princess for the first time and their gazes had become lost in the wonderful fat deposits and seductive curves, the seed of love had been planted in the unapproachable warrior. In the days that followed, she had been unsure about her own feelings and also about whether she could live up to the responsibility that fate had now placed on her. Thalia, who had only been accustomed to hardship, exertion, and strain, had found it difficult to accept how incredibly lucky she had been with Savierra. Of course she had enjoyed being close to the beautiful, charming centaur, but something inside her had held her back from just enjoying and completely immersing herself in the affection that Savie undoubtedly felt for her.
But last night and this morning's conversation had swept away all doubts and reservations. Now Thalia stood before the completely naked princess, who shyly smiled as she pressed her sweet, chubby hands against her massive, hanging udders. Below, her full, plump belly protruded. Small, pink stretch marks appeared here and there on her fair skin. The lowest of Savierras belly rolls hung limply and sluggishly down towards the transition from human to horse body. Soon the growing fat would completely cover the edge where delicate skin turned into soft fur.
“You're so beautiful,” Thalia breathed, feeling her flushed cheeks and a tingling sensation on her nipples and in her pubic region.
Savie smiled and took her hands off her heavy breasts, which then sagged a little further. She giggled and slowly began to trot towards Thalia. Each step was accompanied by the clacking of her well-kept hooves, causing her flab-filled body to vibrate. The large, heavy belly of the horse swayed lazily back and forth between the four plump legs. Saviera's buttocks were broad and massive and trembled with every movement.
“I think you're beautiful, too,” Savie answered, her voice heavy and full of desire and excitement. Then she stood before the warrior, who devoured her with admiring glances. The blue eyes met the green ones and their souls connected. Thalia could literally feel how, in that moment, something wonderful, something of higher power happened. A warmth spread from her chest to the furthest corner of her body. Instinctively, her hands went up and touched Savie's bulging belly. The fingers sank deeply into the soft flesh before they came to the taut bulge of the stuffed stomach. The touch quickly became a massage, and the centaur enjoyed it with closed eyes. Then the strong hands of the warrior wandered up and took hold of the massive, soft tits. Moaning, Savie laid her own hands on those of her partner.
“I have wanted this for so long. You are everything I ever dreamed of hoping for since I was chosen. This is exactly how I always imagined it would be when I would meet my companion. The woman with whom I can share everything and who can satisfy my hunger,” Savierra whispered, and a tear of happiness ran down her flawless, rosy cheek. Thalia didn't know what to say. She felt the same way about the centaur and wanted to devote her whole life to her, but words seemed too weak for this moment. The tall, dark woman craned her neck and kissed Savierra passionately. Immediately the horse woman returned the kiss full of devotion and desire. Both women wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their very stately breasts together. The kiss lasted a long time and sealed the achievement of the next stage in their relationship. They were now connected in a way that neither of them could have ever imagined.
The hot lips parted and the lovers looked at each other, breathing heavily and grinning with lust and desire.
“I want you, Savie,” Thalia demanded, wobbling around with the hanging jugs of her counterpart. The horse woman stamped excitedly with one of her hooves, making everything on her shake and her blonde tail blowing wildly back and forth. The horse lady bit her lower lip, groaning softly, while her hands began to free Thalia from her top.
“Then take me,” the princess replied, smiling. Now Thalia began to undress, too. Once more their hot lips met.
Their kiss became more intense, their bodies pressed together, while they explored each other with a forcefulness that was both primal and loving. Thalia's hands caressed Savie's naked upper body, feeling the smooth skin and the soft and hanging but somehow firm flesh. What a fascinating and wonderful texture fat gave to a young and vital body like Savie's. Both women felt the heat and lust of each other, while the centauress' hands started to help and loosen the straps of the human woman's clothing.
The fabric fell down, revealing Thalia's naked form to the centauress' greedy gaze. Dark, taut skin over strong muscles but with equally feminine hips and the now exposed, pendulous breasts. The princess took in the sight of the woman before her, her eyes devouring every curve and line, every inch of naked skin that craved to be touched.
Their kisses grew more intense, their breaths mingling as they finally collapsed onto the soft cushions in the center of the chamber. Their limbs entwined in a passionate dance. Saviera's large, massive, and fat horse body was as impressive and strong as it was soft and elegant. Thalia's hands found their way to Savie's ample breasts again, caressing and teasing the sensitive nipples. The centaur moaned, arching her back, her horse half reacting to the pleasure shooting through her body. She pressed her plump, round belly against the hard muscles under Thalia's darker skin. The princess's fingers began to explore Thalia's crotch tenderly, spreading her moist, hot labia. Then the human woman also explored the pleasurable center between the centauress's fat hind thighs. Where the delicate white fur ended, she found a beautiful, hot, wet vagina, completely hairless, and looking all too human. The horse-woman's cave of pleasure was flanked by thigh fat quivering with lust, and you first had to move the huge, soft horse belly to get there at all. Thalia was almost surprised by the appearance when she entered Savierras's expectant and beautifully delicate fat-covered vagina with her fingers. Panting with lust, Savierras's whole body went rigid and she hugged her lover even tighter. A wonderful moment, a highlight in the lives of both women, full of love and happiness.
After that first time, the two women spent almost every free minute of the days they still lingered in this place together. Only for her duties as commander, Thalia occasionally had to visit other areas of the camp or the temple. In general, however, the two women just had time for themselves and enjoyed it to the full. Saviera's appetite kept growing and every day she stuffed herself even more than before, with the active help of her partner. Both women preferred to stay naked in their chambers and gazed at each other hungrily. Thalia almost felt as if she could watch the centaur gaining more weight day by day. The enormous food consumption left more and more beautiful traces on the chosen one. They both loved it when Thalia fed the fat horse-woman, encouraging her to take another bite or another gulp. The warrior lovingly stuffed cake, fruit, bread or greasy, dripping meat into her mouth, massaging both the human and the horse's belly, which was becoming more and more plump, when they were both entwined on the many cushions. Time passed and both were on cloud nine, while Savie became heavier and fatter and hungrier. She even tried to push herself to new heights every day, until she fell asleep evening after evening with her head in the strong arms of her beloved. Naked and with gurgling, bloated, rock-hard bellies.
In the few moments that were not filled with eating, sleeping or sex, Thalia explained the countries and peoples of the continent to the fascinated and attentive Savierra. In the archives of the temple, there were some interesting manuscripts and maps. The well-educated warrior was delighted to show Savierra the great journey that still lay ahead of them. The chosen one would travel with her entire retinue across Karion to bestow the blessings of the land. The final destination of this journey would be Merograd, where Savierra would move into the royal castle with Thalia.
Both women imagined how beautiful their future together would be, and Savie in particular was looking forward to seeing so much more of this world before the mass of her ever-expanding body would make any traveling impossible.
The departure is near
And so the last day of the long ceremony had arrived. The festival grounds with all the stalls, tents and cooking areas had been dismantled and the priests of the temple were slowly returning to their usual unspectacular daily routine. Only every few decades was this holy site and the entire surrounding area in such a state of turmoil. The official and traditional ceremony of the unification of a chosen one and her mate was something that most priests, and people in general, could only witness once or twice in their lives.
The morning of departure was a rather fresh and cool day with a thick morning fog that had enveloped the entire temple grounds and the forest of the centaurs like cotton wool. The tall warrior was wearing her full gear with both swords and a freshly polished armor. Her horse was already saddled and packed, and her dark and fearsome helmet dangled from the leather saddle bags. Thalia had already organized the column of wagons, riders and foot soldiers and assigned the guards for their first stop. She strode with authority through the remains of the camp, her hands on her strong hips, her armored boots making shuffling and squelching sounds on the now muddy ground, which had been soaked by hundreds of feet and rain for days. Around her, the last workers and soldiers bustled about, preparing the final things to be able to leave. Over fifty pairs of oxen had been loaded with tons of supplies, which came from the collected reserves of the temple or the gifts of the farmers and residents of the surrounding area. More would surely be added during the journey, as the people of the respective areas tried to offer the chosen one as many delicacies and dishes as possible. In addition, fishermen would fish every river the party passed through and hunters were tasked with continuously supplying the column with fresh meat. Despite all these precautions, Thalia was a little worried about whether she could feed Savierra as well as her own people. It would be a good three weeks before they reached their first planned destination, and the princess' hunger, along with her enormous tits, big, heavy tummy and wide, fur-covered thighs, would only get bigger. But even if Savie increased her food consumption during the journey, which would probably be the case, the supplies should be enough to keep the chosen one full and satisfied beyond the limit. The worries Thalia had were more of an irrational nature, as she had developed a very strong protective instinct for the sweet, fat centaur lady. She would do anything for Savierra, and just the thought of her chosen one not being able to feast to her heart's content, or stuff herself to the point of passing out, or fill herself with juices and milk, gave Thalia nightmares. Something that neither deadly monsters nor battles against enemy armies had previously been able to trigger in her.
When she stepped into a puddle of mud, the dark female warrior thought back to the rain a few days ago and looked thoughtfully up at the gray sky. Where the clouds ended and the dense fog began was not distinguishable. What could it mean? Or whether Savie's powers had anything to do with it at all? Maybe the fog meant insecurity or thoughts of something new and unknown, Thalia wondered. As if to dispel her slight concern about Savie's mood in the face of the long journey into a completely unknown world, the sky cleared a bit over the next hour and sunbeams broke through the thick, gray haze.
The column was now ready and Thalia paced the long line of men, women, horses and wooden carts.
A temple servant approached her and addressed her with a bow: “Mistress Ashheart, forgive the interruption... It's about the chosen one, she...”
“We have completed all the preparations. I was about to go to the temple to escort the princess out. We're ready to leave,” Thalia interrupted the man, looking up from him to the long staircase to the temple. Hopefully the steps wouldn't be too strenuous for Savierra. The centaur lady would still make the journey on her own hooves, which should be possible despite her rapidly increasing weight. If, as expected, her stamina and mobility decreased as her weight increased, she could always be transported in a specially reinforced ox cart. Thalia returned from her thoughts after a brief moment of revelry. What a wonderful picture Savie would make when she was so fat that she could no longer walk. Thalia stopped short when she realized that the servant was still standing in front of her.
“What else? What about Savierra?”
The commander's eyebrows drew together and a vein began to throb ominously at her temple.
“Has something happened to her? Or is she not feeling well? Spit it out!” she demanded harshly of the servant.
He hastily shook his head and raised his hands in defense.
“No, no, quite the opposite, the chosen one is doing splendidly. It's just... the departure could be a bit difficult. We wanted to load some of the supplies onto a wagon, but the princess had requested... this morning she wanted...”
Thalia was visibly annoyed by the servant's stammering. Was it so hard to just say what the heck was wrong with her sweet, fat, lovely horse lady?
“If you wanted to go get her anyway, mistress, you might as well come with me now and see for yourself what I mean. I...”
Without another word, Thalia left the man standing and swept past him towards the temple, her armor clattering and her black cloak billowing.
The commander quickly reached the chambers she had shared with her partner for the last few days, which, by the way, had undoubtedly been the best time of her entire life. When she opened the door, she could already hear the loud and tortured groans. There was no doubt that it came from Savierra, and it sounded like discomfort but also like...arousal. That morning, Thalia had gotten up from their shared pillows and blankets before Savie had awakened. The duty of supervising the preparations for departure had forced her to part with the soft, fair skin and silky, white fur of Saviera so early. She would have liked to nestle longer in the naked, flabby, wonderful body of the centaur. To feel her colossal, in the last few days actually a little bit fuller, giant tits in her strong hands. To feel Savie's sluggish, pudding-like sagging belly and the adjoining horse belly, which was becoming more and more overflowing. All these were heavenly feelings that Thalia never wanted to miss again in her life. And all this would become more and more beautiful and sensual if Savierra continued to gain weight at such a rate. In the past week alone, 15 to 20 kilos had been added, well distributed over her entire large body.
A lower-hanging belly with slightly thicker rolls of fat. A wider horse's ass with huge cheeks that were becoming more and more flabby and already developing dimples from cellulite, which felt really fascinating with fur. Every day the dangling horse's belly came a little closer to the ground when Savie stood upright, although it was still a long and wonderful way before that would happen. All the little changes and the seams of Savie's clothes, which were becoming more and more stretched, were a real delight for Thalia. After just a few days of spending time together naked at night, the commander had developed a good sense for her sweetheart's steadily swelling fat pads.
Now Thalia Ashheart stood in the doorway to the chambers of her adored and beloved partner, her mouth slightly open. Some servants were in the room who had just tried to support Savierra in what she was doing. In front of the large pile of pillows and blankets that the two women had used as a bed, stood an enormous cast-iron pan, like those that had been used over the fire pits of the festival. This one was definitely one of the largest in use, with a diameter of about 2 meters. Except for tiny scraps of bacon and crumbs of scrambled eggs, the oversized cooking utensil, shiny with grease, was completely empty. Next to it were so many jugs of Savierras' beloved milk with honey that Thalia didn't even try to count them. This sight provided the perfect explanation for what was happening on the cushions in the middle of the room.
“We wanted to load the eggs onto one of the wagons, but the chosen one demanded a...hearty breakfast to fortify her for the start of the journey,” one of the servants explained when Thalia entered the circular room. The commander had prepared a list of all the goods they would be carrying on the journey and knew how much Savierra must have stuffed into herself that morning. The centauress had probably never overdone it so much before.
“Did she ate all of them?” Thalia asked the servant. A slight shock was replaced by genuine appreciation for Savie's appetite and this in turn by hot excitement at the thought of her lady.
“Yes, mistress. All 400 eggs and a dozen onions and three legs of ham.”
Savierra stood on the cushions with wobbling, spread legs. All the trembling made the fat rolls on her four fat thighs jiggle. The belly of her horse body was so full, so filled to the brim that Savierra's sides protruded so far to the outside that Thalia wondered if she would touch the edges of the door with them. The colossal paunch hung down so far that it almost touched the fabric of the cushions. The flesh was stretched like the skin of a drum and it looked as if a snow-white boulder had been strapped to the underside of the horse woman. The huge ball shook threateningly with every little movement and made loud, growling and creaking noises. Without any recognizable transition, the grotesque bulge of the horse's belly merged into Savier's human belly. The centaur lady was completely naked because any fabric would have only unnecessarily restricted her and intensified the feeling of bursting. The three flabby rolls that Saviera's belly had been divided into had completely disappeared, giving way to a single, smooth ball. Her innards must have been so full of milk, egg and whatever else that the fat layer was so taut that all the folds and rolls had disappeared. Savie groaned and felt her plump fingers over the stretched, murderously tensed belly on which her naked tits were enthroned. Her sweet little nipples were hard and erect for all to see, and her face was flushed. The servants had probably helped her to get up, which she would no longer have been able to do on her own. She tried to take a shaky step forward and held her stuffed belly. Moaning, she rubbed her now-stretch-marked, rosy paunch and felt her rock-hard abdomen.
Strained but also aroused, she smiled at Thalia. “I thought it was important to have a good breakfast before a trip like this, but I think I may have overdone it a bit.”
The sentence ended in another long, lascivious groan, and Savie's tummies let out loud gurgles and rumbles. The horse-woman gently massaged her bloated belly, being very careful not to put more pressure on her aching, strained intestines.
“Oh...this is too much...I'm so incredibly full...I think I'm going to burst...” Savie groaned and took another tentative step forward, causing her horse's belly to swing back and forth menacingly like a barrel on a crane or something similar.
“It was so good, so delicious... but my belly is so heavy... I can't... walk,” Savie moaned, and threw her head back in distress. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her narrow shoulders and over her body, which was stuffed to the breaking point.
“Leave us alone,” Thalia demanded curtly, devouring the completely exhausted, overstuffed mare with her green eyes. The servants withdrew immediately. What a divine, breathtakingly beautiful sight. A true embodiment of the blessing of the land.
