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(Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Bernadetta and Petra slowly and carefully climbed the staircase leading towards the massive ball room where the aristocrats' party was being held. Bernadetta was not used to walking in high heels so she had to cling onto Petra's lean but muscular arm to remain sturdy. Petra was more than happy to provide such a source of balance for the other woman.
The two of them had met up earlier that evening on their way to the Adrestian Emperor's ball, as they had both been invited on account of their status as well as for their past friendship with the Emperor herself. Edelgard had not gotten to see her fellow female Black Eagles housemates in a very long time. Bernadetta had played a role in assisting with the development of new policies and Petra was able to form some very forgiving but also binding ties between her homeland of Brigid and the Adrestian Empire. It had been a long time since any of them had seen combat.
"I can't wait to get to see Dorothea! She's been living here with Edelgard for such a long time! I remember back in school how she used to, um, how to put it, openly express her DISTASTE for the nobility most of the time. She knew that people were people and she never judged ME like that, but I don't think there are too many around here that could be said to be any much better than my f-father was." Bernadetta whispered under her breath.
"I am sure that they have both been quite fine. Dorothea keeps me often informed through letters about her time with Edelgard. Apparently the two of them have been getting along extremely well." Petra was able to speak a little more clearly in Fodlan's tongue after a few more years of practice. She wished she could discuss further about Dorothea's experiences relayed to her, but most of Dorothea's recent letters consisted of her gushing for paragraphs on end about the myriad of delicious recipes that she was given the opportunity to try.
Bernadetta and Petra entered the tall double doors to find Edelgard already waiting for them, accompanied on her side by one of the largest women that either had ever seen in their entire lives. She was very rotund, resembling something like a great, human-sized tomato inside of her scarlet dress. Every part of her was large in some way, like everything about her girth had been evenly distributed across all corners.
Her perfectly spherical face with pronounced jowls and a bulging second chin underneath her first. Jiggling, hammy arms that extended out from her sides with too much fat packed into her armpits to put them down all of the way. Her stomach was so round and pronounced, with the dress itself stretching itself thin across its protruding circumference. Her body was so dense with how much fat covered it, there seemed to be not a single inch of her lacking in gorgeous adipose in any single way.
One could see nearly every curve on full display, even the slit of her deep belly-button. Her love-handles and back-fat rolls were painfully visible despite the exceedingly thin layer of fabric covering them, nothing was left to the imagination. Lastly, the set of stocky legs that she carried herself on were no doubt just as flabby as the rest of her, although with her tent of a dress, there was only her chubby feet that could be seen in high heels right now.
Although her body was certainly nowhere the same as it had once been, there was still a familiar structure to her face as well as her long, flowing brunette hair that told Bernadetta and Petra exactly who this woman was supposed to be. Their jaws subsequently dropped simultaneously.
"Dorothea?!"
The massive songstress, whom they had once known for not being quite so large in the first place, burst into laughter. It was such a loud and booming laugh as well, the kind that made her entire body seem to wobble and jostle like so much sweet cream pudding. It seemed like Dorothea had changed a LARGE deal ever since they had last spoken to her after the war.
Bernadetta and Petra looked at each other, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Dorothea grabbed either side of her hefty gut and made the whole thing bob up and down in her hands. There was so much fat, and there was even a sort of bubbling, gurgling sound that seemed to be audible from deep down inside her belly's pit.
"I bet you didn't expect to see all of THIS, but now there's more of me than there's ever been before!"
Bernadetta approached Dorothea and looked her over. She was genuinely intimidated by this large woman and just how massive she was. She looked like she could easily flatten Bernadetta like a griddle cake. "You're really...um...very big. I never thought you would let yourself go like this, Dorothea. P-Please don't think I'm being rude, though! I'm just really amazed, I mean, worried, I mean...! Ah, don't sit on me!"
"I'm not going to sit on you, Bernadetta! Only if you want me to, that is~!" Dorothea winked and then laughed boisterously again. Even her chins seemed to quiver from her laughter. She was so happy despite her absolutely ridiculous stature. It should have been treated as an object of great concern for them and everyone who knew them that Dorothea had become outrageously obese in a manner that would be next to impossible to deal with. She was so large, she looked like her hips would brush if not outright catch against any door-frame she waddled through. Edelgard nonetheless stood by her with a look of happiness, of pride.
"Dorothea is never in need for anything anymore. She lives here with me...together..." Edelgard took Dorothea's plump hand into her own much slender one, "And she is able to eat everything she could possibly ever want...and she loves to perform in the theater. It's like what they say, it isn't over until the fat lady sings. Luckily for Dorothea, her singing doesn't ever bring the end to anything, it just makes everything all the more wonderful!"
Dorothea giggled and shook her head. She waved for her friends to follow her into the nearby crowd. "You're such a funny one, Edie! Anyway, why don't we all go and enjoy ourselves? You intend to stay a while I hope, Bernie Bear, Petra? I want to be able to get to have as much fun talking with you two! Let's all try and mingle with the people and enjoy the TONS of delicious food that Edelgard's chefs have prepared for us!"
"Yes, please come along and join with us. Dorothea's been talking plenty about how excited she's been to see the both of you again and honestly I've completely agreed with her!" Edelgard remarked as well. Somehow she had managed to stay perfectly fit and thin in spite of how much Dorothea had positively ballooned. Did she really give all of her own meals for the songstress to eat instead? Is that how she had gotten so sizable? Either way, Edelgard definitely had to have been responsible for what Dorothea had grown into.
There was nothing that the other two women could really do but go along with it anyway. Dorothea was still her friend, fat or not. How could they not be excited to get to be here, with her, Edelgard and so many others?
"Thanks so much for having us!" Bernadetta bowed her head.
"We're very grateful to be able to attend this gathering." Petra remarked as well.
Dorothea turned and began to waddle her way towards one of the tables that displayed a massive variety of fresh dishes of Almyran origin. Her absolutely tremendous rear rocked back and forth underneath her dress. The outfit clung so tightly, it didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. Not to mention those large rolls of back-fat drooping down her sides too. How much bigger could she possibly get? Edelgard kept nearby and pat her on her broad back. Edelgard whispered something into Dorothea's ear and it made the big woman giggle.
The party itself lasted quite late into the night. There wasn't any sort of big eruptions of excitement or anything of that sort. This was a much more formal kind of get-together after all. It was just as important to ensure that they were able to make good allies out of the visitors as they did entertain them. Edelgard spent a great deal of her time speaking with the other wealthy visitors that she hoped to get onto her side. The Adrestian Empire still had plenty more that it needed to accomplish if it wished to build an entirely new Fodlan.
Elsewhere, Bernadetta and Petra couldn't help themselves from wanting to keep an eye on Dorothea. She spent her time speaking with some of the dignitaries that wished to meet her, as well as catching up with her Mittelfrank Opera Company friends, but her real interest laid with the food of course. It seemed like she was very, very interested in getting to stuff her face over everything else that she could have possibly done. Her actions completely befit her current persona it seemed.
Bernadetta helped herself to some nice-looking buns coated with sesame seeds and stuffed with spiced meat, but Dorothea already carried a whole platter of them when she waddled fast. Before she'd even sat down at her table yet, Dorothea had already popped one of them into her mouth and ate it whole. Petra attempted to try some of the stew as well, it was not the sort of flavor she recognized at first until she was told it was meant to be based on Brigid-borne recipes. Petra was personally unimpressed by the poor replication, but Dorothea seemed to love the stew plenty, and she devoured almost a whole pot of it all on her own while the other guests weren't looking.
Scenes such as those were surprisingly frequent. Dorothea's gluttony seemed to be unceasing. She literally never stopped eating throughout the entire night. There was ALWAYS something tasty being chowed down on and there was ALWAYS a truly blissful expression attached to her rounded face. Dorothea cleared off plate after plate, leaving towers of dirty dishes to be taken away by the dutiful staff. No one tried to bother her while she sat at her table and stuffed her face. Edelgard kept the other esteemed guests busy with her very presence, which meant that her significant other could be left alone to devour as she pleased.
Dorothea's forks and spoons were left with rings of lipstick around them. She didn't stop, maybe she actually couldn't. Her stomach distended even further than it already was as it grew out underneath her table. Her titanic tush filled every available inch of space that her two chairs offered. Jowls and chins jostled alike with every bite, chew and gulp. Pasta, sandwiches, stews, breads and pastries aplenty vanished into the dark depths of her hungry throat. It all piled up high in her gut's generously sized depths, but it never seemed to be enough for her. Dorothea was a bottomless pit in human form.
She didn't just eat plenty either, but she drank plenty too. Dorothea polished off an entire bottle of top-grade Adrestian red wine while she was eating her way through an entire garlic pork loin roast. She drunkenly waved Bernadetta over to join her at the table. The purple-haired woman was hesitant to go at first, because neither Edelgard nor Petra were around to accompany her and serve as her 'protection' from being sat on or outright eaten. She hadn't grown out of all of her fears just yet, as over the top her paranoia might sometimes be.
Dorothea kept waving her over, though, so she had to ultimately give in and go see what the big, hungry woman could possibly want from her. Bernadetta sat down at the table, upon which Dorothea began to sing a song that she had come up with entirely on the spot.
"All hail Dorothea the Fat, a diva of most profound beauty and girth! The best in life, living large! Dorothea the Vast~!" The song was then topped off with a very unladylike belch. Dorothea flew into a giggling frenzy after that, whereas Bernadetta was simply too baffled to say a word about anything that had just transpired. Dorothea kept laughing and laughing until she took another slice of pork loin and shoved it into her mouth. She flung some wine around when she swung her glass in the air. Bernadetta had never thought she would see Dorothea present herself as such a sloppy drunk; she seemed like the type who would try to maintain a proper profile at all times, especially in public.
"Ah, that was a lot of fun! Oh my, I think it might be time actually...URRRP...hey there, h-help me up, will you, Bernie Bear?" Dorothea suddenly requested, which took the other woman by surprise, because perhaps right now there would be nothing Dorothea would be better off doing than remaining where she was and resting on her laurels. To have her go out and perhaps interact with other people seemed highly dangerous. Letting her do as she pleased, letting anyone so inebriated do as they pleased, was not the best of ideas.
"What? What? Why do you want me to help you up?" Bernadetta also wasn't too confident she could lift Dorothea to her feet in the first place.
"I promised -URP- Edie that I would do a song for everyone here -GWRAAAP- before the end of the night...ooh my...excuse me there...heh heh heh..."
"Dorothea, please don't sit on me for this, b-b-but I don't think you're in any position to-"
"Heh heh, Bernie, you're so cute -HOORP- but you don't need to worry about me. Just get me up and -BWRAP- I'll be fine. Phew, I think I got the last of those belches out of me too!"
Bernadetta didn't believe this seemed to be a good idea for even a second, but she nonetheless did as she was asked by big, doughy Dorothea. With a great big huff and puff from the large woman, she got onto her feet after a few quick tugs. Her large stomach pressed into the edge of the table, squeezing hard against it. The empty wine bottle almost fell over from how she knocked into the table several times.
Even so, Dorothea managed to get herself standing again. She gave Bernadetta quick whisper of 'thanks' and a teasing wink before she turned and waddled towards the stage that was located near the center of the ballroom floor. Given that she was so stuffed and very drunk like this, it seemed it was nothing short of a disaster in the making. Bernadetta didn't think she could bring herself to watch. She spotted Petra nearby and rushed over to join her.
"What is happening?" Petra asked, as she too had just noticed that Dorothea had climbed onto the stage.
"She said she was going to go and sing a song for the guests, but...but she's just so DRUNK...and BURPING everywhere...and I don't know how she's going to do it!" Bernadetta was practically blubbering over it. She suffered a lot from what she perceived as second-hand embarrassment too. Petra gasped. They watched with bated breath and a cold sweat as they feared just what would happen with Dorothea next.
However, when Dorothea began to sing, she didn't miss a single step. She shut her eyes, raised her dimpled bingo-wing arms high over her head, and began to produce a low but soulful sound that echoed throughout the entire hall. All eyes turned to focus on her in an instant. She started to sing faster, but she maintained that low tone as she went forward.
She didn't sing any words, at least not at first, but she could simply command a melody with the change of her voice alone. Some of the guests even started to clap already despite Dorothea having just begun. Manuela, who was also present in the crowd, waved a bottle of liquor in the air as a sign of support.
Dorothea had to lower her arms because of how heavy they were, but she didn't stop singing for even a second. Her manner of breathing was done so quickly that you could hardly notice there were any breaks in between the song at all. There were no words to properly describe what talent a woman such as her possessed and how she presented said talent to the world.
Edelgard suddenly approached the other two fellow Black Eagles and explained to them with a smile, "Dorothea's actually quite good at pulling herself out of a stupor or a stuffing whenever she needs to perform. She still loves getting on a stage and singing the most in the world."
Bernadetta and Petra were very pleased to see that Dorothea was clearly no worse for wear in her current state. If anything, she seemed happier and better than ever. She was just bigger too, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. When they got the chance to hug her later and discovered just how SOFT she felt too, there might have been something to awaken in these women just as it had been awakened for Edelgard. Only time, and Dorothea's tubbiness, could really tell.

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"You really don't mind an OLD woman like me to be living here, serving as one of your advisers? Even though most of my experience is in the arts rather than politics?" Manuela Casagranda was genuinely surprised to hear such a request being made in the first place, and that it was coming from the current Adrestian Emperor of all people.

Edelgard, however, was all smiles as she offered a glass of red wine for Manuela to partake in. The other woman might have seemed like she couldn't be that useful to those of the 'new' generation hoping to steer Fodlan on a new path, like Edelgard and her wife Dorothea, but apparently there was still some hope for the ex-diva yet.
"Of course, Manuela! First of all, we've never thought of you as 'old'. Secondly, we've always appreciated all of the help you had shown us back at Garreg Mach as our teacher, and then you fought alongside us during the war on the frontlines. Someone like that is exactly who I would trust with bringing about a new Fodlan. You're well-experienced and have earned plenty of fame as a songstress, which means that many people young and old would be willing to listen to your opinions, and you are so open-minded that you are willing to completely change the past ways of our country for the sake of improvement. We would want no one else but you here!" Edelgard certainly knew how to string a good yarn to be able to convince a woman to go along with what she wanted. But she meant every word too. Manuela deserved the very best, and both she and Dorothea had agreed together on that fact.

"Oh my...quite the flatterer..." Manuela sheepishly chuckled, touching at her reddened cheek.
To that end, when Edelgard really needed to convince Manuela that she should stay, she offered her to come to a certain room adjacent to the dining hall. Inside that room was a glass cabinet spanning an entire wall's length, and within that glass cabinet was the most diverse, mouth-watering display of vintage wine that Manuela had ever seen. For someone with such a taste for drink like her, it was a most glorious sight to behold.
"You can have all of this and more, in fact as much as you like, during your time here if you were to become one of my personal advisers." Edelgard offered.
"This...this is the greatest collection of wine in the entire kingdom...all of these bottles are...why, it's vintage beyond vintage..." Manuela gaped, her mind barely able to process what she was actually seeing. She took a bottle and held it up. She read the label and saw just how old it really was. It looked DELICIOUS.

She'd always been accustomed to drinking wine from parties or beer at the bar, but never anything like this. This was on an entirely different level, the sort of beverage that only ever touched the lips of the royal family themselves.
"Please, help yourself, Manuela. That's all I could ever ask for." Edelgard said. She sounded so genuine about it as well but that was only because she was.
"I really can...?" Manuela's bottom lip trembled, her eyes filled with a hot wetness. She couldn't believe she was hearing those words.
Edelgard nodded. "You really can."
Manuela was speechless, and then she used a cork opener to pop open the first bottle. The scent was intoxicating, already calling Manuela to taste the finely aged drink. Her will to resist was sapped as all her concerns faded save for lush pleasure.

She proceeded to drink straight from the bottle itself in front of Edelgard. It was only an hour before dinner, but Manuela was feeling so good right now that she was actually eager for it. Things were genuinely looking up for her with a big, bright future ahead.

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Manuela Casagranda was horribly out of breath, but that still didn't stop her from chugging down some more of that fine-aged Adrestian wine in the bottle she carried in her meaty mitt. Her entire body bobbed up and down with each lethargic step she took down the hallway heading back to her bedroom. She could literally hear herself sloshing with liquid deep inside; her stomach was on the verge of bursting.

She'd once again spent the past several hours abusing the ever-engorged, ever-strained pit that was her abdomen these days by devouring an entire buffet's worth of food as her dinner. Still thirsty, Manuela took another gulp, and droplets of red wine trickled over her thick double-chin. They eventually became lost in the deep and moist valley that was her cleavage.
Her breasts were absurd in regards to their girth, so massive and so heavy and yet so soft and so pillowy. There was no real telling just what size they were, it was something that only the castle's tailors knew. They jutted so far in front of her that they blocked almost any and all view of her own bulging stomach, let alone her chubby feet. Manuela could hardly bend over anymore to pick up anything anymore. One time she had dropped her handkerchief while wiping her jowls and the strain that resulted from trying to bend over to pick it up had left her a wheezing, sweaty mess with a face as bright as a tomato.
However, that was just the sort of life that Manuela Casandra lived now. She was no longer a songstress in the opera or a teacher at the academy but instead a full-time alcoholic hog under the care of Emperor Edelgard and Lady Dorothea.
Manuela shouldn't have been like this in the first place, but she had let herself go in a way that would only be considered as 'monumentally excessive'. She had always had a little bit of an addictive streak when it came to things like her love for alcohol, food and men who would pay attention to her. However, these qualities of her personality had been extremely amplified in recent years, at least when it came to alcohol and food. As for 'men', well, she stopped worrying so much about them when she knew that Edelgard and Dorothea were happy to pamper her. Sometimes she hit on the butlers, but they were there primarily to bring her more food and drinks.
How had she let herself go so badly, and even so thoroughly? It shouldn't have been possible but it was exactly what she had done. Manuela had always had those tendencies for laziness and slobbish behavior that would have probably been looked down upon by most. Hanneman had always given her trouble for it, in fact, but she had chosen to usually ignore his complaints in favor of trying to simply get along from day to day.
At least he would no longer be able to complain about her anymore; she was actually neater than she'd ever been. Manuela didn't leave that much of a mess as she usually did, although that may have been on account of the castle's cleaning staff. Nowadays she had less to worry about food falling on the floor too and instead she had to be concerned about it tumbling into her cleavage. Anything that she ate resided directly above her deep, cavernous bosom after all.
Manuela belched uproariously as she pulled the wine bottle away from her plump lips. She couldn't have drank another drop, but her belly was already so fat and loudly sloshing and slushing with just how much had been tightly packed inside of her abdomen. She grabbed at her belly's sides from below her spare counter of a bosom and started to knead at her stomach. She felt so fat and so heavy.
Manuela groaned again and followed it up by belching a second time as well. She didn't know if she could make it all of the way back to her bedroom to rest right now, she was so out of breath and her energy levels were dangerously love. At her age, Manuela was even worse off than if Edelgard or Dorothea had been this huge, but not likely by very much. The obese woman grabbed at her lower back, right above her bulging stack of an ass, and attempted to soothe the pain with a little ice magic.
"I'm so out of shape..." Manuela groaned, but she didn't think that it would stop her from wanting to eat. "I shouldn't have been eating all of those little snacks on the way out of the dining hall...now I'm starting to get sleepy...ohhh dear..."
She had an obsession with eating that couldn't be soothed with something so simple as a force of habit or exhibiting some willpower. That was simply no longer possible for her. She belched a third time and then, after a few more seconds to catch her breath, Manuela continued to move forward to try to get where she needed to go. She wiped her brow with the back of her chubby wrist. She was so tired and she wished she knew exactly why she had to deal with this, but there was something going on and she could feel it in the bottom of her stomach. A rumbling, a reckoning perhaps if you will.
When she did get where she wanted to go, that was when Manuela started to really get hungry again. She slowly lowered herself down onto the creaking mattress. She had been meaning to ask if Her hefty gut made all sorts of eager rumbling and grumbling sounds, unwilling and unable to simply be patient with the fact that she was going to need even more food. Manuela sighed. She was quite glad that she had a bell near her nightstand that she could ring, so that she was never left feeling hungry for long.
Manuela whimpered; she couldn't believe just how full she was right now. Yet even so, she still felt like she could help herself to another bite or two if she was peckish. To that end, Manuela tried not to think too much more about it and took a time to rest. She cradled her belly in her fat arms, all the while her chest pressed up against the underside of her second doughy chin. Manuela started to close her eyes as her lids got heavier and heavier, just like her body.
"I'll take a quick rest...and then...once I've freshened up..." Manuela sighed out loud, "I might need to get some more wine...I could really go for some more right now..." Her belly let out another loud gurgle, and she started to rub it all over. She was not going to be getting back up again for a long time, honestly. She thought there was no real benefit for it to be rushed, so she may as well relax and enjoy the time off to the best of her ability.
Of course, the hunger came right back again like it always did, and she never ignored its call when it was made. She had to obey...and that resulted in some truly impressive gains.

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A hundred and fifty pounds later and the former songstress and teacher was finally bed-bound. She had been enormous for so long even she couldn't remember how she'd gotten so fat so quickly, but now Manuela was truly titanic, actually verging on colossal, to a size that no one had ever seen until now. It had certainly taken long enough, or maybe it had all been too fast, but either way the full effect of her lethargy and gluttony had taken a toll like no one had ever expected before.

Manuela had told herself several times over that she could have forced herself to calm down, reel herself back and eat normally, but it never ended up working out. She couldn't resist the myriad of temptations that surrounded her on a daily basis. Instead, she had just gotten more and more obsessed. Her appetite drove her down into the depths of engorgement harder, faster, more intensely than anything else she had ever experienced in her entire life.
On the morning she realized she couldn't get up, Manuela put out the call for some assistance. She was so large now that she couldn't completely cover herself even with the bed covers. She had been sleeping in the nude for a long time to obtain even a remote amount of comfort. Her last pair of pajamas had every single button popped in the middle of the night.

In any case, a pair of nervous (and hopefully non-judgmental) maids attempted to assist Manuela onto her feet, but it wasn't at all as simple as it should have been. Her massive body wobbled, jiggled, and bounced all over the place. Just getting her to sit up was a feat that nearly threw out one of the maid's backs.
Her prodigious breasts slopped right over her sagging stomach and nearly knocked into one of the maids. Manuela could only offer a breathless apology and little else. Everything about her was large, though, so it didn't much change anything. Manuela wheezed out loud when her feet finally came into contact with the carpeted bedroom floor. She could JUST barely stand after several minutes of tussling.

It felt like she was shaking all over, her knees ready to buckle at any moment. More sweat had poured over her face trying to stand up than when she had attempted to run a lap around the Garreg Mach barracks so many years, and so many pounds, ago. After standing for about thirty seconds, Manuela's hulking ass slammed right back down onto the mattress.
"I...I think...I might have to give up on it for now..." Manuela wheezed. She tried to laugh it off, but there was no denying that this was rather serious.
She couldn't move anymore, not with all of this weight holding her down at almost all times. The weight wasn't just what was pushing onto her abdomen either, but the rest of her body as well. Her drooping double-chin, her cannon ball-sized calves, her blubbery bingo wing arms, her thighs that were wider than an ancient temple's pillars, Manuela was actually quite lucky that she had managed to maintain mobility up to this point to begin with.
Her stomach showed no concern for her struggle, it bore no shame nor sympathy, as it simply existed to weigh her down and nothing more. It was like a sack of cement onto her blubbery thunder thighs. The shape of it had become greatly deformed by numerous side-rolls and the upper folds that topped it. No need to even go into much detail about just how many cottage cheese-like dimples covered it all. The rest of her was too fat for its own good as well. Manuela could hardly lift her own arms for more than a few seconds at a time without exhaustion kicking in, for example. All so very tiring to deal with.

She had become an absolute blob, a pile of lard, a mountain of Manuela meat, and there was no longer any way to change that. However, there might not have been a need to change it. Laze had become a natural part of the woman's lifestyle, and she didn't wish to give it up for anything. She was also perhaps a little too lazy to make any changes to begin with. All she could really do was express a feeble protest or casual thought of concern now and then.
"You look you're having such a good time, Manuela!" Dorothea giggled, bringing the wipe and some wine over to the other woman's mouth. Manuela chugged it down and let Dorothea wipe her face again. She tried to be careful with how she wiped Manuela's face, she was so soft and squishy, it was like playing with an actual wad of pizza dough right in her hands. After a few more moments, Manuela began to speak.
"Oh, you two are...sweet..." Manuela took a moment to pause and inhale. "But I'm just such a hassle these days...and you always make such an effort to take care of me...and keep me WELL-FED..." Manuela pat at her stomach's sides and let herself start to ripple and jiggle in place, "Oh my...I may have just let myself go...just a tad bit too much as of late..."
Dorothea giggled and shook her head. She was already having far too much fun with all of this to ever want to stop with it, honestly. In fact, she wanted to keep going further. Sure, her former mentor was now the size of a small whale and far too fat to even be bothered to stand up anymore, but that didn't bother her one single bit. If anything it really added to the overall charm of the massive older woman. Dorothea was totally smitten with the idea of making Manuela grow even LARGER.
"You don't need to be worried about anything at all! You're just sweet as you are! You've earned this for everything you've done for both me and Edelgard throughout the years, Manuela! Don't ever doubt that!" Dorothea reached out and pressed her palm against Manuela's clammy, soft jowl. She smiled directly at her.

Manuela felt a tickle in her chest, and fortunatley it wasn't because of any chest pains. It was worth noting that the mages employed by the Adrestian Emperor were quite good at maintaining the health of both the royal family and their allies. If anything, Manuela was just quite flustered these days. It felt like she was living in a constant drunken stupor, but it was the warm and fuzzy sort of stupor that was so pleasant that it made you want to sink into it.
Manuela sighed again. Her body felt like it was just surrounded in so much cushioning all of the time. It was like she had become one with the rest of her adipose, like she was just one big pile of lard and adipose. It was so pleasant, she couldn't believe that she hadn't done it sooner. Manuela burped once more, which made Dorothea laugh. The younger woman cuddled up closer beside her and presented a plate of something that smelled quite delicious. Manuela couldn't necessarily see it because of all of the fat of her face AND her mountainous chest blocking her view.
"I have this really nice, tasty pie here for you to eat. Pumpkin, one of your favorites. We have a bottle of white Adrestian wine here for you to down it with too. All you have to do is lay back and relax, though. I'm more than happy to be able to feed you every single bite."
Manuela licked her lips with excitement over the idea of getting to eat. Manuela eagerly opened her mouth to accept the bite that was going to be offered to her. It was absolutely worthwhile to get to indulge like a glutton like this. In spite of the concerns she may have raised before, they were all done half-heartedly. Really, this was everything she could have possibly ever wanted now.