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Eating for Two (hundred) (stream fic~)
🕑 Added 2023-10-02 01:33:57 +0000 UTCContent info: Stuffing, consensual force-feeding, pixie, immobile tum, preg (from me? weird, I know)
Also, this fic is combined tum kink and a whole big lore dump for my pixie (and sprite) stuff. Have fun!
Malivvy had been flying for a long, long time. Starting a new colony was hard work! If only she'd been the first or second royal pixie born to her mother. Then she could've stayed home as a back-up queen just in case something happened to mom. But nooOOOOoooo, she had been born the third royal pixie! That meant she had to leave the colony and go start her own once she turned a hundred! Stupid mom and her stupid rules... hmph! At least she'd never see her again. She couldn't leave her new colony after she'd started it, after all.
The hardest part about starting a new faerie colony wasn't the actual starting part; it was finding a place to start. It couldn't be too close to non-fae, it couldn't be too close to other faerie colonies, and it needed to be somewhere rich with natural magic. Just how was she supposed to find somewhere like that!? The non-fae were total pests! They were EVERYWHERE! She couldn't go twenty miles without finding another settlement of humans or elves or orcs or some other stupid bunch of giant nerds!
The only thing that was keeping Malivvy going was the thought of how easy life was going to be once she finally found her new home. Work hard now, take it easy then. Work hard now, take it easy then. Work hard now...
Malivvy sighed and rubbed her stomach. It was heavily swollen from the last gift the sprite queen – her great older sister – had given her. It was what any new pixie queen needed to start a new colony. She was getting tired of lugging her colony starting kit around inside of her, though. It was so dang heavy. Her wings were sore and her back ached. Just when was she going to find her new home...?
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With a great giggle, Malivvy zipped around with more energy than she’d had in months. She’d found it! She’d FINALLY found it! Her new home! She’d gotten drawn in by the faint scent of magic near a waterfall in the middle of a quiet grove. From what she could tell, some old water deity had lived here a little while ago but had moved out. Now it was hers! It was all HERS!
The antsy queen-to-be spent little time celebrating. She needed to get to work if she wanted to be as lazy as she wanted to, after all! She burrowed her way into a tree using a little nature magic, then went about and gathered all kinds of soft things to make a cozy little nest. The grove had a ton of fuzzy-leaved trees, so she had plenty of materials to make use of. Add in a few feathers from some bird friends and it was perfect!
For now, at least. She would make a much more comfy and royal living space once her colony was started. Or, rather, her people would make one for her~.
With her nest settled, Malivvy got started on the next part. She spent a few days scavenging the nearby grove for everything edible she could get her grubby little mitts on. Mushrooms? Give ‘em here! Bitter grass? Not great, but it’ll do! Nuts and crunchy leaves? Hey, so long as her teeth could tear ‘em, she’d eat ‘em! The only things she didn’t take immediately were any berries she found. She didn’t want those to go to waste, so she’d save those till later~.
Finally, with a solid stock of food in a reserve chamber above her nest, Malivvy made her final preparations. She made a bunch of wooden bowls, filled them with water, and stored them in her tree. A little sprinkle of pixie magic would make sure that nothing nasty would try to live in the water before she drank it! Then, just in case, she set up a second less nice nest down near the bank of the pond that was at the foot of the waterfall. Her mom had told her how she’d underestimated how much water she’d need so she nearly died. Well, that wasn’t gonna happen to Livvy! She was gonna be prepared!
All of her preparations were complete. Exhausted, Malivvy settled down in her nest. Her distended middle quivered. It hadn’t grown or shrunk a single bit over the last few months of searching, but now… now it was finally time. The first step to starting her colony was complete! Now it was time for step two… nutrients!
Malivvy started to feast on her store of food. Most of it didn’t taste great, but it was chock full of good stuff for her, so she ate it anyway. She ate and ate and ate, shoving as much food into her mouth as she could. Her belly went from big to giant. It had already been tight and full from the sprite queen’s gift, but now she was packing it full to bursting.
It wasn’t long until Malivvy was in pain from just how full she was. She groaned and massaged what parts of her belly she could reach. The peak of her tummy had grown out of her reach, which was a shame since that was the part that felt the tightest and could really use some good rubs. She shoved another bunch of bitter grass into her mouth and groaned again. Soon, Livvy… soon…
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Over the next two weeks, Malivvy did nothing but rest in her nest, eat, and sleep. Anytime that she woke up, she would cram her belly full of more food and then fall back asleep. Any time that her belly wasn’t as tight as a drum and throbbing from tension was time wasted, after all.
As the days passed, her stomach started to fill up more and more of the tree - and not just from food. The sprite queen’s gift was eating up all of the food Malivvy was eating just as fast as she could digest it. This was the biggest reason why Malivvy had hoarded so much food before starting to eat; by the end of the second day, she had already grown big enough that she would have struggled to fly. By the end of day three, she was completely land-locked. There was no shot that she would have been able to go forage for food. Let’s go, foresight!
By the end of the first week, she was practically immobile. Malivvy had to use some delicate wind magic just to get more food to her mouth from her food stores. She didn’t let that stop her from keeping herself completely glutted at all times, of course. If anything, it only made every bite she took and the tense pangs of her overstuffed tummy that much more rewarding.
At the end of the two weeks, Malivvy couldn’t eat anymore. She had more food, sure; she literally could not fit any more food inside of herself. She would try and it just wouldn’t go down. The insides were so packed full of her first subjects that it was squishing everything else inside of her out of the way. She was well and truly filled to the brim with not a single bit of space left for anything else.
Honestly, that was probably for the best. About halfway through the previous day, Malivvy could feel her tummy starting to scrape against the sides of the entrance to her nest and had to widen it. If she got any bigger, she likely wouldn’t fit into her nest at all anymore. The one thing she hadn’t been prepared for was just how big she would get. She should’ve picked a larger tree-
A sudden spasm of pain raced across her belly. Sweat started to drip down her back between her wings. Ooooh boy, it was starting… She hoped this would be as easy as her mom had told her it would be…
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Malivvy reclined on her side, a content smile on her face. Her colony was coming along pretty nicely if she did say so herself~.
Her first round of children had been six sprites and two pixies - the only sprites she would ever bear apart from any sprite queens she would have in the future. They’d spent their first day raiding her remaining food stores while Malivvy had conked out for a full day, and then she’d started directing them around while she prepared for the next round of children. This would be so much easier once she had a pixie consort, but until then, she would just have to do all the work herself…
Soon enough, Malivvy was growing again with her second brood. This time was much easier, though. The first brood would be the largest she would have; she would only bear children in groups of two to five after the first. If anything, she was lucky that her first brood had only been eight. If she’d had a large brood of pixies along with the sprite queen’s gift of six sprites… she really might have popped.
In addition to the smaller brood size, Livvy also didn’t have to fend for herself anymore. She had subjects to do it for her! Livvy could just laze around in her nest or by the waterside all day while her kids did everything for her. It was bliss~.
She would idle on a lilypad and watch as her sprites worked on building small living spaces out of flowers, leaves, and other soft and comfortable things. These were the only sprites in her colony for a while until she birthed a sprite queen. Normally only sprites could bear sprite children, but all sprites were male, which was normally a problem. That’s why sprite queens were important! They weren’t actually sprites; they were pixies that had sprite wings, meaning they would mostly bear sprites. Once one of them was born, they could get more sprites, meaning they’d be able to better defend themselves! Sprites were a lot better at fighting than pixies were, after all.
When Malivvy got hungry (which was often), she would have her pixie children feed her the tastiest berries and flower nectar they had foraged. She had to keep a close eye on them, though. If she wasn’t careful, she would find them passed out while stuffed full of her food. That wouldn’t be a problem later when she had dozens of children and some of them were more responsible, but for now, she only had the two and they had both been born gluttons! SHE was supposed to be the glutton right now! She needed it to build the colony more!
Despite her first pixie brood’s hunger, Malivvy had her second brood with little difficulty. She bore three lovely pixies with middling hunger. It was perfect! They were the perfect group to make her personal handmaidens since they didn’t stuff themselves with food meant for the queen every other minute.
With the help of her handmaidens, Malivvy’s third, fourth, and fifth broods were born quickly and safely as well. Now Livvy could rest in her nest and watch over her colony with satisfaction while she snacked on berries - not because she had to anymore, but because she wanted to. The colony had grown large enough that her children could start to have free time. The sprites, as was their wont, were mostly serious and spent most of their time improving the colony or patrolling. The pixies were more fun-loving, though, and were often skimming the pond’s surface or riding the frogs around or playing tag in the sky.
Or, of course, they were ravaging the grove for anything edible. Malivvy rolled her eyes as two of her sprites carried one of her first-born pixies back to her nest, her massive tummy dragging in the air beneath her. The pixie herself was half-conscious and was coated in honey. Looks like this one had raided a bee’s nest. Tsk! Livvy would’ve loved some honey…
Oh! Malivvy rested a hand on her stomach and smiled. Looks like she’d gathered enough magic to start her next brood. The natural magic around the pond was much richer than she’d thought when she’d first made her home here. Her mom had only been able to bear a brood once a month before her first consort, yet Livvy was able to bear one with only three days of rest in between. All she needed was a sprite queen and she’d be sorted. Yes, that was all she needed…
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Just one year after Malivvy settled down in her grove, she bore a sprite queen. She could tell from the very start that she’d succeeded by the severely intense hunger that had hit her the moment her newest brood had taken root.
Malivvy worked her children into a frenzy over the coming weeks due to her hunger. She was never satisfied no matter how much they brought her. By the end of her first day, she was already so stuffed full of sugary nectar that she couldn’t fly anymore and had to be carried by her sprites to wherever she wanted to be. It usually took her at least three days to reach the point of immobility.
Over the year of constant tummy swelling, Malivvy’s body had gotten adapted to the process. It had softened in several ways, storing fat in places that pixies typically didn’t. Her thighs were plush, her chest was heavy, and her middle was always at least somewhat round. Above all else, she was able to hold a full-sized brood without feeling overly tight. Even the odd six or seven-pixie-sized brood was carried with little discomfort (apart from immobility, but she had sprites for that, so it was fine!).
That’s why it was a surprise when, by the end of the first, week, Malivvy’s tummy was starting to feel tight. She had some of her pixie children massage her sides while others would keep her fed, groaning with discomfort even as she demanded to be fed mouthful after mouthful which only added yet more girth to her already bulbous belly.
For the first time, Malivvy truly outgrew a nest. Her original nest had been improved and spruced up by the sprites, but with her belly starting to grow larger than the tree was wide, they were forced to move her to a temporary nest by the water’s edge. It took five of the sprites to lift her, delicately hoisting her up by her belly like she was a tasty bird’s egg. Speaking of bird’s eggs, that was one of her favorite treats during her pregnancy with the sprite queen. She loved having one of her children poke a hole in the bottom of the shell and putting it to her mouth so that she could slurp out all of the delectable yolk and egg white. There was so much of it that it always filled her to bursting, too!
When the two-week growth process was just about over, Malivvy was rarely conscious and constantly trembling from the effort of holding her belly together. She lay atop her enormous belly, which looked roughly as if she had swallowed a squirrel in terms of size. Her beautiful black-spotted, orange-gold wings would occasionally flutter weakly above her as if remembering the times that they could hope to lift her body. Of course, despite all this, she still demanded to be fed every waking moment. If she was awake, she was having a pixie shove food into her mouth, putting yet more pressure inside her dangerously overpacked body.
The reason for her hunger became apparent as soon as her brood was born. Sprite queens, unlike pixie queens, were twice the size of one of their children. In addition, Malivvy had been carrying an oversized brood of six pixies along with the sprite queen. With pixies and sprites being born mostly grown, it was no wonder why Malivvy had been so massive and so ravenous.
With her sprite queen finally born, Malivvy could finally rest. Bearing enough children to run everything had been step three of starting a new colony, and birthing a sprite queen (whom Malivvy named Livandra after herself) had been step four. The only step left was for the sprite queen to bear a pixie consort, which would let Malivvy start to bear broods faster and let her have royal pixies of her own. That was out of her hands, though.
Finally - FINALLY! FINALLY, Livvy could just rest! She didn’t have to bear any more brood, didn’t have to forage, didn’t have to build, didn’t have to wander. She didn’t have to do anything other than just sit around, make some important decisions every now and then, and just… relax…
Oh, and eat, of course. Just because she wouldn’t be constantly pregnant anymore didn’t mean she wouldn’t be helping herself to a royal portion of food~. She hoped the children she’d put in charge of taming some of the local faerie hummers that had started popping up a few months ago would show some success soon. She couldn’t wait to slurp down eggs on a more frequent basis. Her belly was rumbling already…
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Malivvy reclined on her daisy throne and smirked. Her colony… was complete!
Above her sprawled nests and homes above the pond, all being supported by a complex web of enchanted vines. Her and Livandra’s thrones were in the middle of the pond, held up by… whatever the sprites had done to build it. It wasn’t Livvy’s job to know how things were built! It was her job to be fat, birth broods, look majestic, and give orders! Regardless, the throne platform was beautiful and impressive. It was also big and sturdy enough to support both Malivvy and Livandra even when they were both at their largest, which was… often. Both of them really liked to eat, after all~.
Livandra had turned out to be just as big an eater as Malivvy. It was natural for queens to be big eaters, of course, but the two of them were gluttons even amongst fae royalty. The two ate at least their body weight every day when not heavy with more subjects. When they were carrying, however… if the grove she’d selected for her colony wasn’t so wonderfully rich with food, they would have starved long ago from their unending hunger.
Once Livandra had birthed a few consorts, there was no more need for them to be constantly expanding the colony. Still, from time to time, they would need to produce a new brood. Sometimes it was from the sprites finding a spot for more homes, sometimes it was to aid a nearby fae who needed helpers, and sometimes… sometimes it was because one of their children made a lasting mistake. Such times were the only times that Livvy and Livandra needed to fulfill their original jobs as queens.
Thanks to their pixie consorts, the two monarchs could virtually guarantee the time their next brood would begin growing instead of the day or two variances they used to have. With this being the case, the two queens had begun to play a little game with every brood. They would compete to see which of them could get the biggest by the end of their two weeks of growth. Livandra, being twice the size of Malivvy, seemingly had the natural advantage between them. The only thing that gave Livvy a chance was that she was much more fertile than Livandra, usually creating broods of five to seven (with one strenuous pregnancy giving her ten whole children) while Livandra rarely had more than three at once.
Speaking of which, a dryad from the far end of the forest was asking for a few pixies and sprites to serve as her handmaidens and scouts. The consorts would see to Livvy and Livandra tonight, guaranteeing broods by tomorrow morning. That meant…
Livvy caught Livandra’s eyes. The moth-winged queen flashed a cocky smile. She had won the last contest, beating Livvy in size by four centimeters. Still, this wouldn’t be like the last time. Malivvy had been glutting herself more than usual for the last few days to get herself into the mood for this. This time, no matter the brood sizes, she would be the biggest! She would make sure of it!
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Livvy… couldn’t… take… much… more…!
Two weeks had passed and Livvy was moments away from bursting at the seams. She wasn’t sure how many were inside of her, but it had to be at least ten - no, it was more than ten. Her tummy had been tight when she’d had ten before, but this was so much more than just tight! If her brood wasn’t born soon, she really might pop! Still, she was doing what she could to hold them in. After all…
She hadn’t won just yet.
Livvy, naturally, had lost all mobility over a week and a half ago. She’d been lying on her belly for the last four days, which had continued to swell rapidly underneath her as her brood grew and as she had her children force-feed her as much food as they could fit into her mouth. Now she was absolutely dwarfed by her belly. She was just pairs of arms, legs, breasts, cheeks, wings, and a singular head sticking out of the apex of a massive cream-colored melon. Her legs were limp, her hands feebly gripped the grand curve of her tummy, and her wings barely twitched. Her tummy was as hard and smooth as a melon’s skin as well save for the occasional bump from her brood shifting around.
Yet, despite this, she still wasn’t assured victory! Livandra had managed to produce a large brood as well - possibly more than she’d ever had before. Despite her larger stature, Livandra usually couldn’t fly by this point, but it was rare for her to be immobilized. This was one of those times though - she was pinned on her butt, her giant orb of a belly splaying her legs apart as it jutted out in front of her. Livvy could see the strain being so big was having on her. Her skin had a bright sheen on it from being so tight, she was always panting, and dangerous-sounding roars frequently came from the depths of her taut tum. Yes, Livvy also had all of those features, but those were the traits that were letting her know that Livandra was in just as much distress as she was.
Now they were in a deadlock, fighting to see who would pop first (one way or the other). Their bellies were spasming, their muscles barely able to work from how overstretched they were and yet they were still trying their best to get their children moving. Of course, their poor muscles were having an even harder time as the minutes passed since both queens were still eating.
Two pixies hovered above Livvy, holding either end of a woven string about a meter long. This string was tucked down underneath Livvy’s belly with the two pixies ready to get the exact measurement of her belly at it’s largest at a moment’s notice. Livandra, likewise, had two pixies standing behind her pulling the string tight across her smooth tummy. Then there were the dozen or so pixies zipping around, making sure that each queen was constantly being stuffed at every second.
It was their closest contest yet! The moment one of them lost their focus, they’d lose their brood. Then the other could continue eating for just a short while longer and win. The question was: who would lose focus first? Or… which of them would burst first?
An extra spicy cramp raced along Livvy’s belly, making her moan happily through a mouthful of red berry. Bigger, bigger, bigger! She was barely holding onto her mind, but she still wanted more! More food, more size, more belly! Swell bigger! Raise her higher! Make her tighter! More, more, MORE!
It felt good to be queen~.
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Don't ask me why I suddenly decided to do a preg fic for the first time despite my usual disdain for preg. Your guess is as good as mine, lol.
Sorry about being so late! Life was reeeeeal busy for me over the past week. I'll see about getting another fic out for y'all really soon, so accept my apology pls!
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