Monster Musume: Spoiled Scarlet Princess (Patreon)

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Women are not designed to be over three-thousand pounds.

It’s too much weight, too much meat. It’s the sort of number you can feel in your feet as well as your knees, eliciting this imagined sense of heft just by knowing how heavy the person must feel.

It’s difficult to even imagine such a weight, much less to see it moving back-and-forth, side-to-side, up and down and up and down and-

“Y-you’re staring…”

Kimihito blinked, his head snapping up to look into the lightly-glowing ambers of his scarlet wife. “Eheh,” he chuckled. “Sorry. You look…”

Even in the darkness, he could see Miia’s blush. A pair of gloved hands went to her top, tugging it upwards over the pale full moons that were her breasts. “I knew this was too low. You said it fit fine!”

“It does fit fine,” Kimihito smirked, watching the fabric snap on her chest.

She looked at him, tilting her head in that disbelieving-but-flattered look she used oh so often, but all he could think was how much that expression has changed on her face with each added pound. Her cheeks were so chubby, and her fattened neckline now gave her a permanent double chin that flowed so simply to her soft shoulders and huge, pillowy arms.

Most women weren’t designed to be over three-thousand pounds, but on his wife, all of that weight fit perfectly. Even if it meant her outfits often did not.

This outfit was a costume befitting the holiday, custom ordered by Kimihito with some much-needed assistance from their close friend, Meroune. Mero knew a thing or two about such royal regalia, and when Kimihito had described his idea for Miia’s Halloween birthday, Mero had squirmed with as much excitement as Miia had opening it.

Princess Miia wore a dress that was almost as soft as she was. Light silver fabric, only just a bit thicker than some of her nighties, was held by two straps on her smooth shoulders and fell just at her hips. Sewn into the fabric, sparkles glimmered like fairydust wherever the light caught her belly or the straps on her shoulders; the fabric on her chest was mostly in shadow. The hardest part of the outfit, for Kimihito at least, had been the gloves. Miia’s hands had plump digits and hammy wrists, so he needed to work out a deal with the tailor by showing him a recent picture of Miia’s chubby sausage fingers.

However, the most important part of the outfit was undoubtably the thing which Meroune had insisted upon going all out. She believed a dress so finely made deserved a tiara to match, and had labored for nearly a month with her family’s jeweler to construct a tiara befitting the world’s most spoiled lamia.

She’d nearly cried when she opened her gifts. As far as Kimihito was concerned, that had meant today had already proven a successful birthday.

Then she nearly slugged him when he showed her his Halloween store outfit, the red-and-black costume of an ‘Evil Knight.’ So now, he was working on making it successful Halloween evening, hopefully earning them each a basket full of chocolates and candies that would assuredly be disappeared through the Princess’ plump lips.

The lamia’s forked tongue came from her mouth, playfully hissing. “I don’t want everyone to share the same sights you get. Those are private…” she blushed, thumbs jostling her top and jiggling her breasts. “Blugh, I knew I should have worn that sports bra.”

“It’d have clashed with your outfit.”

Miia took his arm in her hands, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder and holding his hand to her belly. “You clash with my outfit,” she said affectionately.

“Eh?” he looked at her, plucking a thumb on the cheap coat-of-arms that was already showing threads on his chest. “It took me a long time to pick out these colors!”

Miia shook her head, her ears bobbing merrily as she giggled to herself before smiling at him and then turning to the hallway ahead. “You know, for a haunted maze, this isn’t really that scary.”

Kimihito sighed. He looked around at all the ghoulish lighting and garish decorations. They were moving through what looked like it was meant to be a fright-filled graveyard, but everything seemed so plastic and surface level.

There’d been some tension early on, the first room they’d traveled through had been a pretty creepy bathroom with a skeleton chained to a pipe and a blood trail straying some a dismembered foot, but besides some ambiance and some little frights he suspected were motion-triggered, there hadn’t really been much of anything at all.

“I remember it being way better than this,” he said, a bit disappointed. “The Aristo Haunted Maze is a huge thing around here. They change it each year, too.”

Lifting herself up to her full height, Miia raised a hand in an exaggeratedly snide movement that made the proud Princess seem even fatter than she was as she said, “The scariest thing I’ve seen so far was the stairwell.”

“Hehehe,” Kimihito laughed aloud. He lifted his arms behind his head, walking easily onward. They were nearing the end of the room. “I actually got nightmares from the mummy section,” he said. “They had a guy burst out of a coffin and he chased me and my mom through the whole section.”

Miia continued her haughty snickering. “It’s hard to imagine you being chased by anything.”

“… Being chased by anything that’s not you, you mean?”

The snake’s chubby face lit up in a blush. A ripple went up and down her body as her princessly expression melted into a youthful embarrassment and she began to bat at his arms. “Don’t be mean! It’s not the same thing! I’m not like some monster… thing!”

“No. You’re a monster woman. Which is why you were chasing me so that you could-”

Miia squeaked, face as red as her hair as a long length of tail came rocketing forward to tie around Kimihito’s mouth. He managed to keep his footing by grabbing onto her waist, his hand finding the natural latch of her love-handle, and the pair tumbled to the side of the path and onto a little knoll near some overly large gravestones giggling and screaming and, quickly, kissing.

They couldn’t help themselves. Marriage had been domestic bliss, and in-spite Miia’s snake-like nature, she and her husband were as active as jackalopes. The warmth of her husband’s body against her was addictive, and the added insulation as she grew bigger and fatter only served as more motivation to spend time ‘exercising’ together… though she never could seem to burn more calories than she partook of each day.

“D-Darling~” she cooed as his hand pinched a handful of her belly. She was beneath him now, her doughy backside propping her up against the hill. Her tail moved automatically, circling them to create a small barrier of scarlet scales while he held himself over her, though she used little ripples to help thrust herself up so she could plant a kiss on his neck and let her pillowy belly rub tantalizingly against his crotch.

He grunted, and his breath was so warm when it passed over her neck. She took his hands, guiding one to her belly and one to her breast, sure of herself that her tail could keep them balanced while her stomach teased and shook and trembled and-

“AHEM!!”

The pair came apart, staring at one another as if to try and figure out which one of them had made such a bad noise in such an annoyed tone, before turning to look up over Miia’s left shoulder.

There was a light tap that Miia felt in her barrier-tail and suddenly she could see the shuddering rectangular seams that made up a small hatch that was supposed to be a grave. From inside of it, a woman’s voice sternly said, “Would you mind getting your tail off me, please?”

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“I can’t believe they kicked us out…”

“I can,” Kimihito chuckled. “I’m just glad they were willing to actually listen to us about being married. If they called the Cultural Committee, Miss Smith would have had my head.”

Her knight’s easy air did nothing to assuage the princess’s portly pout. “I didn’t even get any candy…”

That seemed to get his attention, the dummy. “Oh. Yeah… We should be able to get some tomorrow, though! It’ll be all discounted, too.”

“Bluugggthhsssssssssss,” Miia groaned into a long hiss.

They were walking along the street back from the Aristo Apartment Block before turning into the nearby park that they’d cut through to head home. It had been a warm evening, but it was getting late now. The sun had all-but-disappeared beyond the horizon, and the full moon had risen high into the sky.

Kimihito let out a long breath, lifting his arm to cover Miia’s shoulder. “Alright, alright. I’ll see what I can do. Maybe we can stop by Centorea’s and see if she and you two can make crepes again.”

Miia felt her hands unconsciously go to her wide belly, drumming her fingers against the top. “It’s not really… I guess it’s more than the candies,” she said. “… But crepes sound nice… Do you think she’ll have hot fudge?”

“How should I know?”

“Can we stop and get fudge?”

“Of course we can.”

Miia felt herself grin. Then she looked down at herself. “Do you really think they were telling the truth?” she asked. “Was my body really… breaking their sensors?”

“Probably,” Darling replied bluntly.

Miia felt herself frown, but she was glad for his honesty. It’s one of the reasons she loved him so much.

After she didn’t say anything, he continued. “That would explain why nobody popped out at us. I didn’t even think of that. It makes sense, though, your lower half was only just leaving the first room and we were nearly all the way through the second. I thought the lady who signed us in was giving you a look, but I thought it was the usual look girls give you.”

Miia snorted. She was well aware of the attention she garnered, though unlike her husband, the plump princess was more of the mind that those looks were ‘scornful’ no matter how much he believed they were ‘jealous.’

“We probably broke a pressure plate or three. I’m just glad we were able to get out when we did, any more and it’d be way more awkward.”

Miia nodded and made a noise of agreement. Better to just get it over and done with and to head back home. She realized how much she longed for her carpet floors and wide bed, and a nice warm bath. She’d take a long one tonight. She felt like she really…

They were about halfway down the path now.

Miia was looking down as they went, entirely aware of each inch… each pound. She was looking down at her breasts and her belly. Side-to-side, up and down and up and-

“You’re staring.”

Miia glanced to her husband. She didn’t recognize the face she had been making until she saw the worry on his, and she felt just how disappointed she felt.

“I’m too big, aren’t I?” she asked.

People sometimes forgot how handsome her Darling was. They’d get lost in the happenings around him, in Miia’s scarlet colors and her huge, fat, tail. But when he looked at Miia, black eyebrow perked and his lips tugging upward, she felt herself thinking of how much different, how much stronger and wiser and sharper his eyes were.

“If you don’t want the fudge then we don’t need to-”

“That’s not what I meaaaant!” Miia leaned her head back, her whine becoming a jiggly belly laugh. “I mean… this!” she gestured down to her waist before picking up her dress at the hem.

The scales on Miia’s hips were larger than anywhere else on her body. She’d shed and regrown them so many times, smooth ripples of red that pointed outwards in a V-shape up from near her groin. At this weight, her chub was so fatty that it muffened over her sex and the underside sometimes uncomfortably rubbed on her panties when she wobbled too much, which was why she wasn’t wearing any today. She’d been too fat for her scales, and she was too fat for panties.

But even that seemed like so much of nothing compared to the immensity that she pulled up behind her. Miia’s tail was twenty-seven-feet long, with three-feet of supple piggy-pink flesh muffening out on the top.

Lamia were already the biggest of the liminal races, by far, and were sometimes considered the most threatening due to their size and the innate strength of their tails carrying so much muscle. A skinny lamia weighs over five-hundred pounds, and usually their full size was only twenty-five-feet. Miia had been bigger and heavier than that since she was sixteen, and now that she was an adult?

Three-thousand-pounds jiggled and sagged and bobbled and frowned as Miia displayed her body and said, “I’m too big.”

She frowned down at herself, a gloved hand massaging her naked belly and prodding at what once had been svelte hips. She could still remember her time with the priestesses, when her belly was flat and her curves were just curvy, learning how she could shake her hips to attract a ma-

Miia dropped her dress with a yelp as a hand suddenly appeared beneath her tail. Her eyes went wide as she felt her muscles unnaturally tense up, about to rise further… Until she realized her husband’s other hand had taken her beneath the waist. She blinked up at him as he grunted, and her tail relaxed, letting her lean back in his hold.

She could feel her double chin press against her shoulders, her gut punching against her tail. The folds of fat in her back rolled over her Darling’s forearm, her fat-filled biceps jiggled as she brought her arm to rest over his, and she blushed and smiled into his grin.

“You seem to fit pretty well right here,” he said, his voice showing none of the strain she could feel in his arms.

“Darling…”she sighed, then felt herself giggle. She closed her eyes, lifted her arm to his shoulder and leaned up her mouth up into his.

It was only a minor struggle, having to use her free hand to flatten her breasts. She tried to think of something witty, or fun, or just something sweet to say as they separated and she nuzzled against him, feeling herself blush as she realized her ears were happily wiggling almost like she were a newlywed all over again.

“I don’t care how big you are,” her husband said. “You’ll never be too big for me. Okay?”

Miia snickered, tucking herself to him, and it was such a happy noise, and she was so tilted that her laughter became a series of soft piggy snorts. “That means we can get chocolate fudge, right?”

Darling grinned. “Anything for you, my Princess.”