Banquet (Random Writing for Swissy)

The banquet hall was beautifully filled with the sounds of the string quartet she had hired for just that occasion, told to wait until her approach was signalled to them. It was only right that her entrance be the only one announced with such fanfare, even if the dragon’s definition of it was far classier than most. At least her guests had the decency to quiet down when she made her way down the stairs and into the hall itself, her dress dazzling absolutely everyone who laid eyes on it (plus a few liars who claimed it didn’t) and her dominating presence cowing everyone into an adequate sense of submission.

This was her palace. Everyone already knew that, it was in the invitation after all, but the simple act of walking in like she did ensured that piece of knowledge was forever engraved into the inside of their skulls.

As everyone waited with bated breath, Swissy clapped twice and movement resumed, a pause button having been pressed and causing everyone to continue doing whatever it was they were doing before she made her little scene. The degree of control the dragon had over the court was stupendous, borderline terrifying, and yet all they could think about was how silly and nice everyone was being, indulging someone like her. Gifts were in order, as soon as she remembered where her steward was keeping all the money away from her.

It was hard enough convincing him to let her fund that party in honour of no thing in particular; Swissy hadn’t organized anything spectacular in at least a month, so clearly a grand banquet was in order, lest the nobility forget the kind of hostess she was! And with a banquet came the obligatory feast, a sumptuous display of foodstuffs from wherever it was her provisioner got his stuff from, arranged beautifully in neatly-laid-out tables that somehow maximized both grandeur and practicality. No one had dared take a single bite from it, not before Swissy came in and allowed them to, giving her the best possible view a starving dragon such as herself could hope for.

She wasn’t truly hungry, not by a long shot; but with her second lunch having been a whole three hours before, Swissy could go for a little something extra to pad herself out, and judging from just how many of her favourite meals were on the table, the kitchen staff seemed to think so as well. It was a shame, in a way, to ruin such an expensive corset as that one, but that was just the way things were meant to be; clothes tried their best to keep her contained while the durg gorged on as much food as her body allowed in order to burst out from them. Now, this was normally followed by a long period of recovery where the castellan forced her to lose all the weight she put on, but it was worth it for the experience alone, and that night would be no different!

The real problem was in choosing where to start. With at least a dozen entrée categories and goodness knows how many main courses to pick from, it was easy for the dragon to feel incredibly spoiled for choices… but seeing as how it had been some time since they had the chance to truly cut loose and experience the high life like they were used to, Swissy figured that maybe it wouldn’t be that bad for her to go a bit wild.

Just a little bit, didn’t want to go too overboard, of course.

Mingle with the guests, get her conversations up to date, make sure everyone remembered that the whole thing was meant for everyone, not just her; just because she had the most expensive and luxurious dress did not mean she was the center of attention, she just liked feeling pretty, is all! Once very few words, the dragon stacked her personal plate with whatever happened to be at hand, ranging from shrimp to various types of seafood to small sausage rolls and even bread, if one could believe it; she wasn’t exactly picky, what with absolutely everything tasting fantastic to her, hence why it was so easy for Swissy to gobble up mouthfuls of just about everything without even stopping to think.

No one thought twice about it; it was normal for her to pig out during grand ceremonies like those, and even more natural for no one to bring notice to it. That their hostess went through swinging periods of weight gain and loss was just part of everyday court life, making what happened next be seen as little more than a curiosity to the eyes of the nobility.

The truth was, Swissy’s dress wasn’t that wide just because she liked being an imposing presence, but rather because she needed… room. Everyone in the palace knew that the princess was unable to control herself once she got going, so rather than try and curtail that habit, they learned it was cheaper to just make her clothing be able to take a beating and keep going without tearing apart. To that end, while the corset was wrapped on tightly, everything below the waist was nothing if not “growing space” that the durg was meant to occupy as the night went on.

Didn’t really take long before that started happening, either; though her gains from the entrées were comparatively miniscule, should anyone look underneath all of those folds of silk, they’d notice her thighs were at least one handful chunkier than when she came into the banquet hall, while up above, her bosom had begun to overflow from the top of the corset, wobbling slightly and even beginning to slorsh quietly whenever she moved around too much. Swissy, obviously, failed to notice any of this; for her, suddenly packing on weight like that was second nature, to the point where all she thought to do was slightly loosen up the cords around her waist. Give herself a little more room to breathe and all.

Of course, not all foodstuffs affected her the same way. Red meat went straight to her ass and thighs and then refused to leave, making it incredibly obvious when she started to fill out her dress so hard it began to rise up from the amount of butt it was having to hold down. Every bite on a chunk of beef or pork made her already heavy bottom half balloon with even more mass, until her rear began to clap audibly with each step she took, a signal to everyone that her host had truly begun to enjoy herself. Seafood, for whatever reason, had the most curious effect on her hair, not only lengthening it to an absurd degree but contributing to its robustness and overall feel; wouldn’t be long before the dragoness was sporting a luxurious, silky mane that extended halfway down her back, only growing more as she scarfed down on multiple plates of shrimp and assorted clams, swaying it from side to side without a single hint of care, thoroughly enjoying being able to finally grow out again like that.

White meat, surprisingly enough, skipped her bottom entirely and went directly for her chest, with just a bit of it settling on her waistline along with the red meat’s remainders; every chicken wing was half a cup size, every chicken… well, it was easy to do the math on that one. Without much effort, the overfilling and spillage turned far more overt once the corset failed to contain her growing mounds, ripping apart from the strain and giving the durg some room to breathe, even if she did have to expose herself to the crowd (who mercifully pretended like they weren’t aroused at the sight of a pair of tits like those).

First and foremost, however, was dairy. It wasn’t hard to imagine what effects it had on her, but what few people seemed to understand was that those were cumulative and built on themselves; it wasn’t just a case of Swissy becoming milky after eating a wheel of cheese as much as it was them producing at an exponentially faster rate the more milk-based products she consumed, often resulting in situations where she couldn’t even output everything they were storing up inside. Even bringing out the milking pumps didn’t help when that happened, and woe betide anyone who even dare suggest such a thing; they were usually the first ones “volunteered” for manual draining duty when her production calmed down enough that she even could be drained, resulting in a group of very wet, very tired courtiers who had to learn their lesson about fluid dynamics the hard way. At the very least, it was always possible for her to go back down to a much more manageable size… though it was weird how every time that size seemed to get just the tiniest bit bigger, probably as a result of all the stretching her tits had to do when she went overboard.

And it was very easy for her to go overboard.

With her corset’s upper half having been the first thing to give way to her burgeoning size, it was only natural that Swisst try to feed that aspect of herself even more. There was very little titillation in the exercise; far as she cared, it was just her enjoying herself while everyone else encouraged her to go even further still! The sounds of the crowd were eventually interspaced with her own bosom growing increasingly louder, the dragoness feeling ever heavier as she seriously exaggerated on her dairy consumption. Before long, each of her breasts had grown heavy enough to be a genuine strain on her back, and even then the durg kept pouring whole jugs of milk down her gullet to wash down the cheese and butter crackers she so adored; the end result was a pair of milktanks that completely obscured her torso and were already in full flow, their thumb-sized nips unable to clamp down on the small rivulets of sweet cream pressure-hosing themselves out of the two cream factories Swissy had attached to her chest. It was always a wonderful sensation, even if it left her slightly woozy and disoriented; having to contend with the sounds of her own bosom being louder than anyone around her made it difficult to focus on most things, and heaven forbid she try to take a step without being extremely careful! The glunking and sloshing that resulted were enough to draw a bright redness on everyone’s faces, the milk spurts that ensued so powerful that even those on the other end of the banquet hall could hear them splatter against the ground.

This didn’t deter Swissy from the slightest, who continued to eat various dairy products until one of the servants had the decency to call for some cleaning staff to help out with all the spillage, resulting in a very embarrassed group of aristocrats having to get out of the way of a small army of mops while their hostess continuously assured them that things were perfectly fine.

In order to keep things fresh, Swissy liked to change things up a bit every once a while, so it wasn’t just her chest getting all of the benefits from her gluttony. A steady intake of shellfish only ended once her hair began to trail around on the ground, the durg being persuaded to please stop after being warned that, smooth and thick as they may be, even her locks wouldn’t be able to resist the constant downpour of milk spreading all over her wherever she went. Though clearly disappointed by her inability to repeat her carpet stunt from half a year before, Swissy agreed to keep that kind of food away from her mouth, only to then replace it with a similar dose of everything else.

While her breasts were on full display for everyone to see, what everyone failed to take note was just how much her dress was being filled out underneath the multiple pounds of cloth that made up the lower half of her regalia. With the sounds of her thighs rubbing together being muffled by the sloshing fluids inside of her tits, and the show being taken up by the sheer size of those tankers on her chest, no one thought to wonder just why exactly that wide dress wasn’t moving as much as it was, or why Swissy winced every time she accidentally bumped into the side of a table.

Truth was, underneath the obscuring cloth was very little actual space, as all the attention given to the vast selection of red meat available to her made the dragon’s lower half balloon into something so unbelievably massive that it was genuinely a wonder how she even managed to walk at all. Swissy had to be extremely careful when taking any step, no longer because of what was on her chest, but with how darned difficult it was to get one leg in front of another. After a while, she just gave up entirely and sat down… only to realize that there was no outward difference between that and her standing up. With her own face blushing at that sudden revelation, she was at least happy no one seemed to notice her fat ass had plopped itself on the floor, even if it was starting to overflow from under her dress.

Completely immobilized as she was, Swissy had no choice left but to politely ask her guests if they could bring her some food themselves, please and thank you. While the dragon saw it as little more than a polite gesture, the lecherous crowd took it as an opportunity to finally see just how far they could bring her hostess before she begged for them to stop. A line of deliveries quickly formed, with the many nobles filling up entire trays and bringing them to the princess, who eagerly picked them clean without so much as a thought spared to what she was scarfing down; even shellfish and seafood got in there, spurring another growth spurt for her already-elongated mane of hair that only worsened the slipping issues people were having thanks to her hyper-productive milkers.

Her dress failed to hide her enormous rear for much longer, what with it spilling out and lifting her higher into the air after just five minutes of the proper feast starting; though Swissy did her best to apologize about the sudden lewdness, everyone else was quick to remind her that, as their hostess, it was her duty to attend to the needs of the banquet, and she was doing a fantastic job of that! Driven to blushing from all the nice words being sent her way, Swissy did nothing to protest against the sudden influx of cheeses and white meat, which led to such a tremendous amount of size being added onto her bust that, for just a few seconds, her lactation seemed like the smaller issue.

Until, of course, her tits filled up and began bloating.

The durg had never been that big before, and not only was it a novelty, it was certainly… exhilarating. Never had she thought that the sight of her breasts being almost as big as the rest of her would poke so many buttons, but those thunder thighs of hers weren’t just rubbing one another because of their pure size; with every heartbeat, Swissy felt her milkers fill up even harder, their contents slorshing and churning about with each motion, their skin and scales creaking gently as they adapted to the pressing need for more and more volume. Before she knew it, the dragoness’ tits were already firmly on the ground, and despite already being big enough to nearly immobilize her, continued to pack on both weight and fluid content, until each of her head-sized nipples was permanently erupting with a gout of cream so thick and powerful that they cracked the banquet tables into splinters and threatened to flood the whole palace! To say nothing of how she had broken through the threshold of overproduction long before; even if they got the best milkers from the stables, there was simply no chance of draining her, not until her body was given a good day or so to calm down.

Below the waist, it was just a continuous growth process that refused to stop, even when Swissy wasn’t eating any red meat; more thighflesh, more hip, more handfuls of pudge and ass for the nobility and courtiers to sink their hands into, more and more and more that made her unable to stand up properly and turned mobility into a pipe dream.

And yet, in the middle of it all, and despite the immense amounts of horny energy coursing through  her, Swissy remained the same jovial hostess as she’d always been. Sure, the people serving her food were obviously having a lot more fun than she was, but they were right with one thing: she invited them, and thus it was her responsibility to ensure that everyone got exactly what they wanted and deserved; thus, if they saw her gorge on food until she was practically unable to move and thought they should make her actually incapable of moving, it was only natural she give them just that!

The feast carried on for the rest of the night, Swissy’s body only growing to further and further extremes; even her belly, which so far had escaped most of the “punishment” the rest of her body received, had begun to pack on enough mass that multiple people could rub it down at once and still have enough room, leaving the dragoness feeling incredibly bloated and just ever-so-slightly tired from all of that stuffing. With a clap of her hands, already difficult due to the massive weights slung in front of her, she announced the feast to be over, thanked everyone for participating, and then summoned her servants to help pick her up.

Five hours later, they got her through the banquet hall’s doors. By daybreak, she was finally inside her room.