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“Look at how magnificent you are… my queen. My perfect brood queen,” crooned Tenna, running his hands over NEO’s bloated abdomen, so swollen with pipis, with their babies. The creature formerly known as Spamton watched him silently, lamplight eyes following Tenna’s every movement. Tenna wasn’t worried. NEO was entirely submissive to him. His mind belonged to Tenna, his king.
NEO had been silent the last couple of times Tenna had visited to impregnate him. Tenna didn’t mind, necessarily. The begging and pleading for an orgasm that Spam—that NEO had mostly been reduced to did get tiresome after a while.
He made his way past the massive sphere of NEO’s abdomen that kept the creature essentially trapped in this room and past the rows and rows of eggs waiting to hatch. Soon they would overrun TV World… and then the other Dark Worlds. Why not? Tenna deserved it all.
And NEO would help him get there. He stepped closer to his mate’s face. NEO watched him silently, mouthparts moving slightly. Normally he was being fed by the Pippins, as he constantly needed food to make more babies. But Tenna had ordered the servants out, as he wanted some time alone with his queen.
That would be his last mistake.
“Hope you can control your appetite for a little while,” he teased, reaching out fearlessly and stroking the creature’s face. For a brief moment he saw the adoring face of the small addison he’d once brought on as his partner, and brushed aside the uncomfortable feeling—guilt? Nonsense. What did he have to feel guilty about? Spamton had asked him for this. Spamton had wanted this. “I’m about to stuff you so full of our children that all you’ll be able to do is whine to me about how full you are. Would you like that, my queen?”
“FULL…” The growl surprised Tenna. NEO had been so quiet. “APPETITE…” NEO’s eyes narrowed, fully focused on Tenna. He nodded.
“Are you still hungry?” he teased lightly, not aware of the precarious situation he was in. He didn’t see one of NEO’s arms slowly coming up behind him until he was snatched into the air. “WHA—”
“I AM GOING… TO… FILL YOU…” hissed his monstrous queen, and for the first time Tenna remembered just how much bigger NEO was than him. “YOU WILL FEED… ME… AND OUR CHILDREN…” NEO drew him closer until all he could see were those giant eyes, unblinking and calculating. Unfeeling. “FOREVER.”
Fill him? Tenna snorted, trying to sound more unconcerned than he actually was. “Forever? I think you’re getting a little ahead of what is that—”
A long, tube-like structure had emerged from below NEO. Not his ovipositor. This was something different. How had Tenna not noticed it before? Gold-orange liquid was dripping from it.
Ok. This was not how things were supposed to go. He should summon his magic. Why couldn’t he summon his magic?
“YOU WOULDN’T HURT… OUR… CHILDREN… WOULD YOU?” And NEO’s insectile face split into a terrifying grin, a monstrous parody of the once-charming smile of his addison. His Spamton. Oh shit. NEO wasn’t as insensate as he thought.
“N-no…”
“GOOD. STOP… WIGGLING. I WOULD… NEVER… HURT YOU. I… LOVE YOU… TENNA…”
He wanted to beg NEO to put him down, plead for his life, apologize, anything, whatever it would take, but it was far too late, he realized. He couldn’t say a word, shaking as the creature reached out and gently stroked his antennae with a massive claw.
“DON’T BE AFRAID… MY LOVE. WE’LL… BE… TOGETEHER… FOREVER.”
The tube being roughly shoved down his throat stopped Tenna’s cry for help in its tracks.
A brief knock on the door. “Boss—er, your Majesty? You ok in there?”
Tenna thrashed helplessly in midair. And then in a spot-on imitation of Tenna’s voice, NEO called “I’m fine, Mike! Don’t bother us!”
“Of course, your Majesty!” And just like that Tenna’s one tiny ray of hope was crushed. He tried to spit out the tube but it was jammed too far back into his throat. Good thing he didn’t have a gag reflex. NEO turned back to him, still grinning.
“I PROMISE YOU’LL ENJOY IT…” purred NEO, the tube pulsing slightly and wriggling in Tenna’s mouth like a cock. Except NEO didn’t have a cock anymore, Tenna had seen to that. So what was—
And then it withdrew just enough to drip a taste of the orange liquid onto his tongue.
Angel, it was… it was amazing. He needed more. He craved more. He would die without more. He whimpered as the tube withdrew from his mouth teasingly.
“DO YOU LIKE IT?”
“Yes, please, I need more, I need—now, please, my queen, please, I’ll do anything—” he babbled as heat burned through his whole body and his cock pushed stiffly against the crotch of his black pants. What was in that stuff? Angel, he felt so good.
“ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS… EAT. I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, MY KING.”
“Please, please, please…”
“SHHH…” crooned his queen, pushing the tube tenderly past his lips and filling his mouth with it. Tenna writhed, moaning, desperately trying to get some friction on his aching cock as the tube began to pump the liquid into him. The sheer pleasure of the taste, the texture, made him come on the spot, soaking his pants. NEO’s smile grew.
The incredible, thick liquid, almost jelly-like, erased all other concerns in Tenna’s mind except more, more, more. What else was there to worry about? Even as it filled him far past comfortable fullness, his mind disregarded the discomfort, only crying out for the ambrosia filling him like a water balloon on a tap.
He was only aware of the warm, sexual heat burning within him as his massive overstuffed belly popped the buttons on his shirt and beloved tailcoat, and tore through the front of his pants, gravity tugging the jelly-filled globe downwards over his throbbing member. He whined as the weight pressed down enticingly. His pants split and then tore off completely soon after, his widening ass having grown easily large enough to cover his desk as his thighs pressed and thickened into each other. His weight was growing so exponentially fast that NEO gently set him down onto his nest, not wanting to drop and injure his king.
Tenna only hummed needlily as he continued to balloon with the orange jelly. He was forced to sit, his rippling, now couch-sized ass providing a comfortable cushion to his fattening body. His enormous gut soon eclipsed the rest of him, filling the space between his rotund legs, his sides swelling outwards and forcing his four fat arms upwards. He gulped desperately, never wanting this flood of deliciousness to end. His chest ached but he ignored it, unaware of how formerly flat pecs had plumped into pillowy, sloshing tits, lying heavily on his belly, forcing his screen upwards. In fact he could only look upwards now as his neck thickened with fat and even his screen wasn’t spared, his cheeks growing round and a triple chin filling out below.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end and the flow slowed to a trickle, and the tube slowly withdrew. He burped and whined, trying to lean forward and chase it, unable to understand why he couldn’t lean forward or stand. But he didn’t need to worry. NEO would take care of everything from now on.
“N…NEO…” he gasped between thick belches. He felt so full, but still so empty, so hungry. His body was so heavy he could only move his hands and feet and head, and just barely wobble himself in a pathetic attempt to get friction on his leaking, sore cock. It felt harder than it ever had; he was so horny and so hungry he couldn’t think of anything else. The sharp-dressed, charismatic TV host with the not-so-hidden cruel streak had been replaced by a needy, fat blob of purple-and-grey flesh. His employees would barely recognize him.
It didn’t matter. All that mattered was NEO, and their pipis, and eating and cumming and eating and cumming—
“THIS IS… JUST THE… BEGINNING…” growled NEO, shifting his massive abdomen with some effort, caressing Tenna reverently with his several hands. Tenna moaned as his queen stroked over his engorged body, every soft inch of him trembling with overstimulation. Another orgasm struck him, his cock pulsing where it was buried deep in the fat under his enormous, jiggling belly. He panted desperately, trying to articulate his desire for more. He flexed his plump fingers with some difficulty, arms already too thick and heavy to move under his own power.
But NEO understood. His queen understood him better than anyone. “SOON, LOVE…” promised his mate, long tongue brushing over Tenna’s sore, heavy tits. Tenna gasped, orgasming a third time, and a tiny trickle of orange liquid oozed from one fat nipple. Yes. He was becoming the perfect honey producer. To be milked like a giant, fat, helpless cow for NEO and their babies forevermore.
Having taken in his fill of his lover’s changed body, NEO was eager to start feeding him again. Soon Tenna would be producing more than enough food for him and their children.
Contrary to what Tenna had believed all this time, Tenna had never truly completely broken his mind. NEO had long ago seen things beyond what Tenna could ever comprehend. And he had figured out how to produce his own royal jelly… a very different kind. Really more of a sweet, fattening nectar. An addictive nectar.
And unfortunately for Tenna, the Pippins would no longer be needed. No one was coming for him. Not that he had the capacity to mind at this point.
And it was for his own good anyways. Now Tenna would be safe from the Prophecy. As NEO’s mate and his food supply.
Tenna groaned with delight as the tube was pushed back into his mouth and began sucking down the thick nectar, each gulp swelling him up a little fatter, a little rounder. Soon he wouldn’t be able to move at all and NEO would have to manipulate him to fit his desire. That was fine. NEO was stronger than he looked.
He was blissfully ignorant of how vast his body was becoming, of the pained groans his flesh made as it tried to cope with the enormous pressure growing within. The only sound he cared about was NEO's harshly whispered praise, and Tenna continued to swallow, and grow, and swallow, and grow…
***
Something was wrong. It was nearly silent in there. Small Mike’s intuition was never wrong. Tenna—er, King Tenna—told him to stay out, but damn it, something was up. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.
He stared for a while, his brain trying to process what he was seeing. NEO… and a purplish mountain of… something, slowly slowly growing, the sounds of creaking and sloshing audible even from where he was standing. What was—
Then the bloated thing moaned, and Battat spotted, just poking out from the top of the mountain, two tiny antennae.
Oh… God. Battat felt his stomach drop.
He was out of a job. In fact, it might not be a bad idea to clear out of TV World altogether. He shut the door before that monster took notice. He’d made his way in the world long before Tenna had arrived and by the Angel, he was going to make it without him.
Tenna would never be in a position to demand anything from him again.
He hurried down the hall, shedding the costume. He wouldn’t need it again. Time to get ahold of Jongler and Pluey, and start evacuating TV World.
***
In a back room of what was once TV World, the monstrous insectile queen once known as Spamton G. Spamton purred as he filled his soaking cunt with his mate’s member. The bloated mountain of fat once known as Mr. Ant Tenna hiccuped with each movement and sobbed in desperate need as NEO fucked himself on his massive cock. Of course the king had to be kept fertile in order to keep making children and NEO’s nectar kept him very fertile and horny round-the-clock.
Their first batches of pipis had hatched a while ago to an empty studio. No matter. They had wings and they could travel far and wide to find food. They were a hive, some scouting, some working on remodeling the old studio to fit their purposes, some tending to the King and Queen, who remained in the royal chamber at all times.
Planted on a massive backside wider than the stage he’d once commanded attention from, Tenna was nearly unrecognizable from the Dark World ruler he’d once been. His body was vast and swollen, arms long since expanded to useless cones that nearly swallowed his fat fingers, legs much the same, his overstuffed face surrounded by rings of fat that kept it tilted upwards as he swallowed endless amounts of nectar. The real prize was the enormous, almost perfectly round belly that rested gently on the floor in front of him, so wide it had overtaken his sides, always jiggling, always stuffed to maximum. Two engorged breasts lay heavily atop it, swollen and tender with their contents, his nipples stretched and dark from arousal. From the front he seemed to just be a pile of quivering, incrementally expanding spheres.
His huge, corpulent form and NEO’s egg-swollen abdomen meant NEO couldn’t suckle Tenna and ride him at the same time, but there was plenty of time later for feeding. His king had grown so splendidly massive that NEO had to maneuver him into position for them to mate, which he was more than happy to do, relishing the pained grunts and aroused whimpers Tenna made as his overburdened, pressurized gut was shifted so NEO could access his cock. He couldn’t do anything to stop NEO from mating with him any time at all. Not that he’d want to.
NEO trilled and chirped in delight as he felt his mate fill him once more, and leaned down to caress his mate’s face in thanks. Tenna managed to mumble something affectionate between his impossibly fat cheeks, and then went back to begging for more nectar. His gigantic belly was always churning, converting the near-constant flow of nectar to more precious honey that filled his tits until they were bloated and dripping and he cried for relief from his mate. But even so, his appetite for the nectar and the pleasurable haze it kept him in was insatiable.
“GREEDY,” teased NEO, but inserted the tube into his mate’s mouth just the same. The familiar sounds of eager gulping and the creaking of overfull flesh filled the room once more, and NEO was able to crouch down to those swollen breasts and take one fat, leaking nipple into his mouth. Tenna came almost instantly, moaning loudly in relief around the tube in response, his body only able to barely wobble as he tried to thrust into NEO’s mouth. Yes. NEO drank the honey Tenna produced while Tenna drank the nectar he produced. It was a perfect system. Sometimes, to tease him, NEO would simply keep filling him with no relief until his poor blimp of a gut quivered from being so glutted and his aching nipples constantly oozed honey, desperate to be milked. His needy helplessness was delicious as he whined incoherently about how full he was. But NEO wouldn’t let him burst. He would never do that to his king.
He looked admiringly at his mate. This was Tenna’s destiny—not as a TV star, but as a provider for his mate and their children, a massive and growing mountain of overindulged, trembling flesh. To always keep his Queen pregnant with pipis and satiated with food as his Queen brought him to orgasm over and over. To only be satisfied and soothed by the touch of his Queen as NEO caressed every tremendously fattened inch of him.
Tenna didn’t remember not being endlessly hungry for food and for sex, and endlessly being fed practically to bursting. There wasn’t a life before his Queen.
And there was no life for NEO before birthing children for his King.
All that mattered was that they had each other. Together, unable to part even by force. As it should be.