Villainess WG - 06 (END)

She could finally relax

After all these years, Katarina had felt as though a great weight had finally been lifted off her shoulders. Not even all the pounds she had gained to this point could really compare to the metaphysical relief of having evaded her doom flag, but it was a start.

Now was the time for her to start living.

“You know what, I feel great! It’s like I’m ten pounds lighter!”

Maria Campbell dropped the cupcake she was holding upon hearing those words.

“L-lady Katarina! That’s terrible! Are you sure you haven’t lost anything?!”

“I-it is?” Katarina blinked back. “I just mean that it really felt good to get that weight off my shoulders…”

Maria was quick to zone into that troubled spot as she mounted Katarina’s southern hemisphere. So huge had she become, that she now towered over most women and darkened almost every hallway. Skillfully, the smaller woman ascended using the shelf of her enormous rump as a stepping stool and began to rub the folds of her broad shoulders quite vigorously.

Where a more gentle massage would have sufficed for a smaller woman, a woman of Katarina’s size could only truly appreciate the immense pressure which Maria’s normally dainty hands would have applied. Fortunately for the both of them, Maria was an expert baker as her hands instinctively knew where to go to knead the softest and fluffiest dough.

“Most certainly! My great grandfather lost a lot of weight quite quickly before he died. It was so sudden, the family was absolutely devastated with the change to that line of succession. I would hate for such a thing to happen to you of all people…”

Maria’s normally calm expression appeared somewhat more intense than Katarina was used to as she gave her a dead serious glare.

“I may be of common birth, but I understand how lines of succession work and I will not allow anyone to usurp your position as the eventual matriarch of House Claes. You have my word on that.”

Katarina winced. She was never fond of fatalistic talk and house pedigrees bored her to tears. However, at her great size, there was nothing she could do to extract herself from Maria’s gaze as the much smaller woman started to slip off the natural slope of her belly and breasts and back onto the floor. Maria stared back at her with tear streaked eyes.

“My god, she’s cute,” Katarina thought to herself. “No wonder she’s a dating sim heroine…”

“This is why you kept muttering about your impending doom, isn’t it? I am sorry to have pried but I couldn't help overhearing you talking about it ever so often. I too now respect a noble cause such as engaging in what you love to do no matter what others think of you. You taught me that after all and inspired me to pursue my dream of friendship!”

“I did?!”

“Ah, Maria-chan,” Katarina interjected with a laugh. “I-I think you might be mistaken…”

“Not at all! My heart is in sync with the one who is most precious to me and for her, I shall do my utmost to make her happy at any expense! Death shall not claim you, Lady Katarina!”

Maria’s fingers started to twinkle as she gathered up her rarest and most coveted talent. Light magic was the most unique and gifted of magical abilities anyone in their world could have, able to break curses, cure all illness and even revive the dead in some cases. It was truly the stuff of dreams, no matter what shape or form they might take.

“Hey! Who ever said anything about me dying! I just meant-”

A growl unlike any other rumbled from deep within and cut her off mid sentence. Amplified emptiness from an endless void coated in all that marbled fat shook the girls where they stood as Katarina’s more base urges took hold.

“Well...dying of hunger doesn’t really count…does it?”

“I’m not taking that chance when it comes to someone precious to me!”

“I remember her saying those words to someone she was going to conquer in game...but neither Prince Geordeo or Keith are here so why would she say that to me?”

“Please, be healed! Rest assured that I will work day and night to hasten your recovery!

“No, really it’s just-“

The sound of baking trays clattering onto a floured work shop silenced her attempts at a rebuttal. Maria’s baking ethic was second to none as she has honed and perfected any and all treats that were to pass her true loves lips. Once in the zone, her concentration was absolute as she worked to ensure every life giving calorie would not go amiss.

Protesting or attempting to intervene was also out of the question as Katarina sank into the bulk of her own enormous size, able to sit anywhere simply by falling back onto the great, wobbling mass of her hips and thighs. Her belly which dragged along the ground without active attempts to keep it from sagging, was happy for the rest as katarina’s pudgy fingers moved out from underneath her largest belly fold to rest upon its surface.

All she could do now was wait.

It wasn’t long before the food started to arrive, an impromptu feast just for her as she filled her senses with Maria’s cooking. Although she felt bad for having a meal made for her entirely out of a misunderstanding, the taste of so many snacks was just something she could never say no to.

“You’re going to make a wonderful wife one day, Maria.”

The sound of baking stopped. Maria stood at the side of the kitchen sink and measured Katarinas words, carefully.

“I would love to be…” she said softly before resuming her mixing. “And I do hope it’s soon…”

Katarinas eyes lit up as she bit into another doughnut. She loved a tall glass of girl gossip to go with her meals.

“Oooohh! Does that mean you’ve decided!? Tell me, Maria! I wana hear who you are interested in!’

Again, the sound of the spatula against the mixing bowl slowed. Maria’s shoulders quivered as she tried to hide how red her face was getting.

“I-I am very fond of you…in particular…lady Katarina. M-my type is the one who loves my cooking and would love to eat it all the time…”

“Ehhh…”

“I am very fond of you too, Maria,” Katarina began, disappointed by what she felt was yet another generic answer. “But I was talking about more of a romantic way. You know, there’s so many guys we hang out with, surely one of them is the kind you like.”

She had to be direct this time. She was sure her doom had passed this time, but she would never know for sure until Maria gave her a straight answer.

She would have to know for sure.

There was a frustrated slap of mixing bowl against the side of the table. Katarinas eyes widened as Maria purposefully strode towards her and sank her hands into her undulating folds of fatness. She had to steady herself so we not to sink too deeply into the softness of her fleshy belly.

“Then let me ask you this! Lady Katarina, who do you like more? Me or my sweets?”

Maria’s eyes hardened for the first time in Katarinas memory. This event certainly never occurred in any of the game routes she played. She fumbled for words.

“O-of course…c-clearly the answer is…”

A silence that seemed like it stretched for eons filled the room. It stretched and pervaded all corners of empty spaces and felt like it was suffocating.

Katarina gasped as she realized that the cause for this shortness of breath was infact Maria’s entire body weight pressed against ther chest and belly as she clambered closer and closer to her face.

“M-maria…could you…”

Tears started to well up in the corners of Maria’s eyes. They sparkled and twinkled as they fell into the deep chasm of katarinas cleavage.

“Oh how long I had waited for you to say that…lady Katarina, after we eat, please just take me! Take all of me right now and have my for your dessert!”

Katarina blinked. She grasped Maria’s shoulders tightly. For the first time after so long, she finally felt she understood.

“I know I’ve been cold to you after all you’ve done for me, and you’re right, I should have been more clear about your feelings.”

Maria’s eyes sparkled. Radiating warm beams of happiness.

“I’ll call the carriage around and we can go anywhere you want! I’ll take you wherever you'd like to go today! It’ll be just like a date so you can practice for your confession!”

Maria slid off her belly and silently resumed cooking. Katarina tilted her head as she popped a couple or chocolates into her mouth, adding their sugary goodness to her density.

“H-hey? Are you mad? Was it something I said?!”

Maria only continued baking as she poured her feelings into her food. Katarina couldn’t help but notice the next batch of cookies tasted just a little bitter and burned.

”Why does it feel like I triggered a bad end flag…”