My body uncoils, scales sliding smoothly through the branches and trees. I am no louder than the breeze as I shift through the air. My claws scrape lightly in bark, hot puffs of steam disturbing

occasional small creatures as I

nose through

thier

nests. I lick up a few frozen

fruits,

and more tha

I arrived at the camp of the Bos, papers packaged neatly in my messenger bag, sword bouncing gently off my waist, clinking off my simple armor. I had been invited as an ambassador, to discuss the terms of a treaty. They had invited me to a festival, on a holiday celebrating some meaning I knew not, but the manner I knew perfectly.

I crested a hill, and saw the village spilled out from its base. The Bos lived in the ruins on an old civilization, rebuilt and patched up wit

And so, we feasted. We ate, and we drank, and we relaxed in an eager silence. I walked from tray to tray, heavy mug of bottomless wine in one hand, and a different dish always in the other. I quickly stopped attempting to wipe my hands as the dishes rolled down my throat. Flavorful, juicy meats. Thick breads stuffed with a sticky jam. Hotly cooked clams that slid inside like a dream. All washed down and warmed by the mug in my hands. It wasn’t long until my own modest belly hung off my fro

I dropped to my knees, and stared into the cloudy water. The eels didn’t look too lively, but I knew they still had fight in them, if they had reason to. I gulped heavily, and, remembering the king had gripped the eel by the gills. I eyed the nearest specimen, let my fingers hover above the water, and dove for it.

The fish squirmed out of my fingers, slick body shooting between my hands. I tried again, to the same result. And again.

I squea

Baccus wasted no time. I heard the quiet rustle of the paper being removed, and then both Baccus’ hands were at my sides. I was lifted up with ease, even as my fairly heavy belly flopped and wobbled limply in his grip. I felt myself turned over in his hands, his grip firm, and yet just as soft and warm as it had been every other time he had touched me. I was laid against something. Hot flesh, wriggling under my back. His belly. The most comfortable bed I had ever laid upon.

I found it very strange when I awoke. Not that it was particularly odd
to
awaken. Baccus had quite a lot of food to digest, and I
was
rather sizeable. The last few times I had phased in and out of consciousness, I was still contained in his warm embrace, sliding along the rough wall of his stomach as his contents slopped, increasingly soupy around me. At one point I was roused by a tightening of softer, nearly silky flesh around

I was… perhaps, a little teasing in my first week of the palace. Perhaps too forward, or excitable about my position. At one point, I decided I would play a silly prank. I made quick work of his lunch when he was away, so all he could return to was myself, groaning on his plate, licking my fingers and comfortably bloated.

Baccus grinned wickedly down at me, and before I knew it, I was sliding down his throat, and dropping hard into his empty stomach.

I am the favored son of my father, Baccus. I was to inherent the kingdom some day… Or now, inherit the ‘autonomous governance of the Bos peoples.’ Provisional Leader… didn’t sound quite as nice as King. But I think I would have done the same as my father, in this political climate. Save one thing, that is…

You see, it seemed like my father had exchanged our lands for a
toy
.

The Ambassador gasped, and their whole body arced around my own. I pushed closer, tighter, rolling my fingers across her fatted folds as they squirmed, the skin between us growing slick. They slowly relaxed, and while I finished my own pleasure, I could feel drool pooling in my mouth, my eyes roving up and down their exposed rolls. My stomach growled again, more persistent, but it was met with an eager certainty. Full. I’d be
full
, in just another moment&h

The Naga is a species that would not survive the ever worsening winters of Auriga. But here, three decades past, the Naga’s last dying gasp was punctuated by self-destructive revelry. Unable to accept their kingdom’s coming demise, they revelled in material wealth, attacking and devouring ally and enemy alike.


In this, Prince Mavroudi was no exemplar. His father sent him to the Bos Kingdom to assert diplomatic dominance on “no uncertain te

Mavroudi awoke the next morning with the sunrise flickering through the cloth walls. He held himself aloft and yawned, a long catlike stretch making his body curl and unfurl in rings. The motion stopped when it reached his previous meal, much further down his tail. His tired body was unable to lift the leftovers of digestion. Mavroudi grinned as he looked back at the shrunken lump.


“I suppose my boring meal needs be resolved. If it was poisoned, then t

Mavroudi wound through the halls. His face was beet red, his gait clumsy, and his belly heavily fattened. It was only noon, but several Bos and barrels full of wine had stuffed his already massive frame to the brim. He sheepishly tried to push the wine in his first stomach down, but it constantly sloshed back up, his body whining as it attempted to absorb his heavy meal and drink.


He belched, and groaned, “Ah, I’ve overdone it again.”

Mavroudi’s body wracked with a massive shiver, muscles spasming, tail coiling and twisting as he fought for control. Baccus backed away, and squeezed harder. But Mavroudi had gained control of his arms, and was pushing himself upright.


His gaze burned on the barely-man. He would not be humiliated by this wretch!


With a scream, his body tensed, and he sprung for the centaur prince.

Baccus crossed over Mavroudi’s squirming body. He dropped to the floor, wincing as lukewarm wine splashed his belly. Then, gingerly, he lifted Mavroudi’s head in his hands.


Uncertainly, Baccus opened his mouth.


Mavroudi laughed.


“You think you can fit me in those puny jaws of yours?!” Mavroudi cried, “you think your minuscule body can hold my weight?! I

I have been very


Very


Satisfied.

I lounge in the throne, hands settled atop my fattened gut. My coils snake from one wall, to the other. I have grown long, and heavy. Dozens of bulges, dozens of meals, distend my flesh, growing smaller, fainter the further they go. I sigh, and my coils undulate gently, tugging each one just a bit further to its conclusion.

I stro