The blessing of the land 3 (Commission)

(This is a fantasy weight gain story featuring a female centaur and other monster girls. XWG, Stuffing, Lesbians)

The blessing of the land

Chapter 3: Thalia's destiny

Sisters of the Blessing

The herald of Baraka gazed with excitement and awe at the being who had stepped lumberingly and sluggishly between the crowd behind him. Those present had fallen silent and watched the scene spellbound. All the jugglers and musicians who had provided the entertainment paused. Savie and Thalia's mouths were also slightly open, with the centaur lady expressing more fascination and her partner slightly unsettled. Neither the unusual visit from Baraka, a nation that had usually attracted attention through aggression or impertinence in the past, nor the sight that now presented itself to her made her feel positive. Thalia had seen the chosen one of the Blessing of the Land twice in her life before she had met Savierra. Apart from that, the warrior had never seen any other of the centaurs that lived in the large forest behind the temple and occasionally galloped through the surrounding plains. Still, it was fair to say that the sight of the horse-people was a sight that the commander, as well as most of the inhabitants of Karion, could process. Many were petrified at first sight of the unparalleled beauty, elegance and grace that the horse people displayed. An embodiment of nature, its strength and splendor was often too much for the human mind, especially for the small-mindedness of the peasants and common people. Other half-human peoples practically never left their ancestral regions or the lands where they were native and revered for the blessing of the land. Even Thalia only knew descriptions of the other species from books in Merograd's library. So everyone present was spellbound by the chosen Miraya.

The large and winding mountain range that dominated the center of Baraka was home to a race of spider-people who provided the local connection with nature and the blessings of the land. However, this term was not entirely correct, as they were basically just a tribe of spider women as this species had no male representatives. At least that was Thalia's understanding as her gaze slid over Miraya's breathtaking appearance. As far as the commander knew, a mate was sought for each Chosen One of the spider women race, much like Thalia was for Savierra, to mate with alongside all her other duties. The chosen one then laid eggs, from which the next generation of the race would hatch. Thalia had only ever been marginally interested in the half-human peoples of the other countries, as she had never expected to meet representatives of these species. However, she had also never dared to dream that she would one day be the companion of the chosen ones of the Blessing of the Land. This meant that she had already experienced two things in her life that most people would never get to enjoy until they died.

Next to the herald and flanked by her soldiers, servants and knights stood a huge creature, half spider and half woman. Eight massive legs, each measuring around three to four meters when stretched out, held Miraya's overflowing, heavy body in the air. Each of these limbs looked thick and swollen and had the diameter of tree trunks. Round and swollen, the wine-red chitinous plates covering the legs pressed against each other, taking up the little space available. The weight and volume they had presumably gained recently already restricted their movements slightly. These legs ended in pointed, spike-like appendages that served as feet. They emerged from the sides of the middle body of the arachnid, which looked like a swollen ball. Behind it, Miraya dragged her enormous abdomen, slowly and sluggishly swaying back and forth, dragging it along the ground from time to time. Like a giant tank or a huge barrel, the immense body part stood out from the rest of the chosen one. You could clearly see how the beautiful, wine-red shell was almost under tension and was doing its best to keep up with the insane increase in weight and size of its owner. As big as an oxcart and at least as heavy, the eight more than sturdy legs of the chosen one held the abdomen straight up. There was a black pattern on the broad, elongated carapace that Thalia found extremely fascinating, almost hypnotizing. However, she couldn't see everything from where she was sitting, because as impressive as the huge, fattened spider body was, Miraya's human half definitely stole the show.

The physique of the spider women, also known as Arachnes, was something completely different to that of a centaur. This didn't mean the obvious difference that they had the abdomen of a completely other animal. It was the distribution of the human and animal parts and their interaction. On the bloated midsection of the spider's corpus sat the body of a beautiful, seemingly very young woman. In contrast to Savierra's anatomy, in which generally only the human legs had been replaced by the horse's lower half and some internal organs had been moved further back in her body, Miraya and her kind had more or less retained the entire humanoid part.

If the Arachne had been a simple human, she would not have been very tall. Thalia estimated the human part to be no more than 1.60m. Nevertheless, both women would have been at least at eye level due to the height of the spider's legs. Miraya was wearing an almost obscenely tight and revealing outfit. Her massive, overflowing breasts were covered by a narrow strip of red fabric that perfectly matched the color of her shell. Soft and wobbling with the slightest movement, the tits, which were about the size of Talia's own bells, were squeezed together by the top. It was just enough to hide the Arachne's nipples, although Thalia thought she could already see the wide, large areolas peeking out from under the fabric in the light of the torches and lamps. Miraya's arms, like her shoulders, were unclothed and she wore only a few finely crafted gold bracelets and chains on her fleshy forearms. The fat on her upper arms sloshed down like soft sacks and was already rolling over her elbows. There were several gold rings on her incredibly cute sausage fingers with long, perfect fingernails. Thalia's face flushed at the sight and she glanced sideways at Savierra, who was staring at the arachne with equal fascination and admiration. The commander turned her head back to her guests and continued to scrutinize every inch of the massive spider woman. Miraya's skin was snow-white, almost translucent and seemed to glow in the dark. The light human skin formed a stark contrast to the dark, wine-red armor of her spider body. A flood of equally snow-white hair poured down Miraya's body, over her protruding breasts and all the wonderful fat rolls that followed. Like a kind of liquid veil, this beautiful hair, which was even longer than Savie's, flowed around the Arachne's fat body. The face of the eight-legged chosen one was flawlessly beautiful, even if the sight must have been a little disconcerting for everyone at first. In addition to the two eyes, which were located where any human would most likely expect them to be, the arachne had two other, smaller pairs of eyes on her forehead, in keeping with her much smaller relatives in the animal kingdom. Miraya's irises were a bright yellow-orange, which gave her a slightly eerie but also exotic, mysterious and seductive expression. The sclera of all six eyes was pitch black, which made Miraya's eyes shimmer like glowing coal in the darkness of the night, which was only just penetrated by the fire.

Because of this peculiarity, Thalia found it somewhat difficult to judge, but she would have estimated the Arachne's flawless, slightly rounded features to be no older than 19 years, at least if she took human age as a measure.

Beneath the spider woman's voluminous breasts, however, lay what was truly a feast for the eyes. No clothing covered the middle of the fat arachne's body and a magnificent, protruding pendulous paunch was on display for all to see. The sluggish, billowing and sagging fat poured down in front of Miraya in three downwardly increasing rolls. A magnificent, deep and very large belly button adorned the voluptuous lower abdomen. Strong stretch marks, which formed a beautiful contrast to the white skin, stretched across the entire fatty belly and followed every curve of the three mighty rolls. The lines that emphasized the spider woman's voraciousness and rapid growth shimmered red on the soft skin. As Miraya was held aloft by her eight very long legs, her sluggishly hanging belly swung freely in the air, swaying back and forth with every movement. At the sides, the lowest roll of this paunch merged into Miraya's very wide hips, which swelled out to the sides. As far as Thalia could tell from this angle, the spider woman also carried a sizable pair of ass cheeks behind her, their fat pressing against her spider legs and bloated abdomen. This was also accompanied by the most interesting detail of the Arachne's anatomy. In addition to her spider legs, Miraya also had a pair of human legs and it was almost as if she was simply sitting on a huge, fat spider and letting it carry her around. In fact, these human legs were not meant for walking and did not touch the ground. Furthermore, they did not even have feet, but ended in chitin-covered, hook-like claws. These legs thus replaced the grabbing tools that ordinary, smaller spiders normally had at this point. Nonetheless, these limbs, just like human legs, were perfectly designed to absorb vast quantities of the glorious fat masses that were produced when one filled one's belly day after day as the Chosen did. Massive, flabby thighs merged into swollen, fleshy calves, which in turn ended in the claws described above. However, these thighs were no longer just fat and round. They were covered in dents and stretch marks and were already developing their own rolls of fat that dangled down the sides like saddlebags. Miraya's hips showed that she was wearing a kind of wrapping in the same shade of red as her top and shell. This would probably have served to cover her pubic region if she had spread her front legs. However, this was completely unnecessary in view of the fat pendulous belly that dangled lazily between the massive thighs and completely obscured the view of Miraya's lap and the tight clothing underneath. Some of the red fabric still peeked out from under the magnificent fat apron, but it probably wouldn't be long before this too would be swallowed up by the growing flab. The arachne had her front legs crossed under her hanging belly, like a woman crossing her legs on a chair or stool. It looked very sweet and conservative, which in turn contrasted with the great cleavage and all the naked fat on display. A fantastic and erotic but somehow also mystical and awe-inspiring sight.

With jiggling thigh fat and pendulous belly swaying back and forth, Miraya now stepped closer to Savie and Thalia's place. Her face was adorned with a small smile, exposing a row of pointed teeth. The long, white hair blew around the stunning body and hung down to the Arachne's fat buttocks. Her cramped, lasciviously wrapped tits bounced like pudding with every little shake her plated legs produced. Finally, she was only a few meters away from the centauress and commander's table and stopped. The arachne clasped her hands in front of her sagging belly, inadvertently causing her thick arms to squeeze her flabby melons even further, pushing the breast flesh forward out of her cleavage. Closing her six beautiful eyes briefly, Miraya lowered her head and bowed to the two guests of honor at the feast. The gold jewelry that the spider woman wore everywhere shimmered in the light of the lamps and torches.

“My name is Miraya. I am the chosen one of my tribe and the great kingdom of Baraka. I greet you and thank you very much for granting me this welcome at the celebration dedicated to you."

The Arachne's voice was gentle, sweet and resonated with a certain humility. This made Thalia relax a little. She was used to other things from the inhabitants of Baraka and had rather assumed that their chosen one would swagger in a similarly pompous and intrusive manner as the Herald of Hist who accompanied them. Nevertheless, Thalia remained attentive and looked over at Savierra, who smiled enthusiastically. This brought a brief grin to the commander's stony face, which she quickly suppressed. She looked back at Miraya, whose three pairs of eyes alternately scrutinized both women in front of her.

“Thank you Miraya. I welcome you as the chosen of Karion and princess of my tribe. Feel free to join the festivities with your entourage.”

Miraya bowed her head slightly in gratitude, but then said: “Very kind of you, but we have set up camp not far from the temple and will spend the time there until we move on.”

Through clenched teeth, Thalia suppressed the thought that crossing the borders of Karion with such an entourage, especially soldiers and knights, could also be considered an outrageous affront.

“I am currently traveling to every corner of my realm, as I am sure you will soon do Princess, to, as you call it in Karion, bestow the blessing of the land. When I was told that the next chosen one had been found among your people, I decided to pay my respects to my, shall we say, sister in destiny,” Miraya continued, fixing Savierra with her shining eyes.

“As you wish. I am honored to welcome you here. I am pleased to see that Baraka has now found his new chosen one, a woman of such beauty and abundance,” Savierra said, her gaze sliding admiringly over all the naked, white fat that Miraya openly displayed.

The arachne giggled briefly and placed her chubby fingers on her hip pads swelling out to the sides. She changed the position of her front legs, allowing her thigh fat to take on a new, beautiful shape. Thalia observed how the voluptuous rolls on her thighs shifted and how beautifully her knees were already buried under fat and could only be recognized by the cute dimples in the corresponding places. The Arachne's front legs were really extraordinarily fat and beautiful with completely flawless white skin except for cellulite.

"You are too kind, my princess. I think you are a beauty yourself, if I may say so. Your companion must consider herself very lucky,” Miraya said, her eyes resting briefly on Thalia, who blushed slightly.

“Be that as it may, I didn't want to visit you empty-handed. I brought you something princess. I'm sure you'll like it, after all, there's nothing better for one of us than to eat and enjoy to our heart's content."

With a curt gesture from Arachne, two of her servants stepped forward carrying a huge cauldron on two poles. They set the vessel down in front of the table where Savie and Thalia were sitting and removed the large cast-iron lid. The two women were immediately hit by a new, delicious smell. In the cauldron was a still bubbling, reddish-brown broth in which some very large pieces of meat were floating.

“A specialty of my homeland. We prepared it fresh in our camp. These are beef shoulders stewed in a broth of lard and cream with vegetables and various herbs. I hope you like it and that you still have an appetite after the big feast you had today. I think though...” Miraya held one of her hands over her large potbelly. “That with the hunger of a Chosen One, I'm sure you'll manage some more.”

Savie's mouth was already watering as she saw the meat swimming in the and believably fatty broth. Her eyes seemed to light up at the sight of this dish. Thalia decided to try a piece too, in front of Savierra. It was probably just paranoia, but the warrior didn't trust Baraka and the spiders living there in the slightest. But she didn't expect such a dastardly deed, if she was honest with herself.

“Thank you so much for this. It looks gorgeous and smells really delicious. As I said, I can only offer you food and drink from this celebration. You are welcome,” said Savierra, who was clearly delighted with the food on offer.

“Thank you, but I will now retire to my camp. Even if our meeting was only brief, I am very glad to have taken the opportunity to meet you, Princess Savierra. I wish you the best, sister.”

After a short bow of her human torso, which gave a fantastic view into the cleavage of her swollen and squashed tits, Miraya began to turn towards the rest of the camp and the humans who had been listening intently to all of this. This alone was a spectacle. Slowly, the arachne turned her enormous body, everything on her scantily clad body shaking and wobbling. Her huge abdomen, covered in wine-red shell, swung lazily from side to side while her eight legs, each as thick as a tree trunk, were busy cushioning the shifts in weight. The entourage of Baraka gathered around the spider woman and the whole crowd slowly left the festival, Miraya in their midst.

Savie turned her head towards Thalia, who looked grimly after the Arachne's soft back, covered in rolls of fat and snow-white hair.

“That wasn't so bad after all,” said the princess with a laugh and took the first plate of beef shoulders stewed in the Baraka style from a servant. The horse lady immediately began to greedily devour the fatty meat, although even a blind person would have recognized that she was already stuffed far beyond her usual level. Moaning, Savie savored every bite with her eyes closed. “This is really fantastic.”

She indulged and Thalia gradually relaxed a little bit more, smiling as she watched her chosen one tuck into the second portion of meat. The grease and broth ran down her lips and along the corners of her mouth as her belly, full to bursting, continued to gurgle in protest.

The party slowly picked up speed again and everyone gradually began to enjoy themselves again.

The evening

Thalia sat down on a chair in Savierra's chamber with a sigh. As wonderful as this first evening of the feast had been, she was exhausted. Savierra must have had an even harder time, given that she was the figure around whom all this was being organized. All the ceremonies and traditions she had to follow must also have been very tiring by now. Thalia also suspected that the vast amounts of food must have been a strain on the centauress, even if Savie continued to eat happily with an insatiable appetite, as was expected of her as the chosen one. Fascinated, Thalia watched from her seat as Savie trotted slowly and groaning to her large pillows in the center of the room. She held her grotesquely swollen belly under her white robe. With every step, her massive tits bounced up and down under the fabric, while her greasy arms wobbled merrily. Between her four legs, the overfilled horse belly pressed on all sides. The bloated ball squeezed uncomfortably against the centaur's four legs, which were already quite fat. Like a boulder covered in silky fur, this paunch hung down and bent Savie's poor, overworked back. With every step she took, the whole mass swayed lazily from left to right, making the most fantastic digestive noises. Even for the now well-trained digestive system of the chosen one, this evening had been a real challenge and had pushed the princess well beyond her previous limits. Especially the meaty and very greasy delicacy that Miraya had given the centauress as a gift had been more than filling.

With slightly trembling legs due to the incredible additional weight they now had to carry, Savierra finally reached her beloved cushions. Thalia gazed at the horse woman's backside pensively. Although it belonged to her animal half, there was something human about it, but the bottom line was that it was simply beautiful and huge. The fur-covered ass cheeks wiggled like huge, wobbling balls at the slightest movement, while the blonde tail swung slowly back and forth, content and happy. Already, Savie's ass was wider and fatter than any other woman Thalia had ever seen, and it rivaled most real horses in size, though the centaur's lower half was more comparable to a pony. In fact, Thalia's own warhorse could have comfortably looked down on the princess.

Relieved, Savierra settled down on her pillows and let her completely overstuffed paunch spread freely. It had to be so much more pleasant for her to no longer have to heave this enormous, stuffed sack around.

“Wasn't that a lovely evening?” the princess asked happily and began to remove the many clips and ribbons from her long, blonde hair and place them on a table next to her.

“Yes, indeed it was,” Thalia confirmed tiredly but with a smile. The commander stood up and poured herself water from a carafe on a table into a drinking cup.

“As a Guardian, I have twice had the pleasure of seeing and protecting one of your predecessors as the Chosen One. But that was always in Merograd. I'd never been to one of the big celebrations here at the temple before.”

Savie laughed and made a presenting gesture with her hands. “And then you're finally at a celebration like this and it's all being thrown for you.”

“Oh, that's not true. We're celebrating the new Chosen One, you,” Thalia objected.

Savie clasped her hands under her heavy, full breasts, which fought for space on her bursting, gurgling belly. “You are my mate, this is all for you too. You are just as important.”

Thalia took a sip of water and shook her head. “I am not connected to the blessings of the land. My actions have no effect on Karion. I am only here to be of service to you.”

A little saddened, Savie looked over at the tall, sturdy woman with her bright blue eyes. “The priests and all the workers may serve me, but not her. You're here to make me...happy. And...I want to make you happy too.”

Thalia's cheeks flushed and she felt a not very familiar but somehow also beautiful warmth rising inside her.

“In a ritual held here in the temple, I chose you to be my companion from among all the people of Karion, even though I didn't know you at all, let alone had ever seen you before. But I knew you were the one for me. The blessing of the land chose you, as it did me.”

Thalia blushed even more and her heart was beating fast. Her thoughts were racing and in disarray. All she fully realized was that she was happier than ever before in her life that she was the lucky one who had been chosen to be Savie's mate. At the same time, the commander again felt a great uncertainty inside her as she thought about whether she could really do justice to this task. What if she disappointed Savie or upset her in some way? She was more nervous and excited at that moment than before any fight she had ever been in and it made her angry too. Thalia was not used to feeling such uncertainty.

“Are you all right?” Savie asked a little worriedly, her blue eyes scrutinizing Thalia carefully.

“Yes, of course,” the tall woman said a little too quickly and tried to smile. Indeed, she felt the warmth and happiness that Savie's mere sight triggered in her, but insecurity and doubts about her abilities and her destiny fought with these beautiful feelings. The princess seemed to see all of this, or at least part of it, in her companion's expression. Embarrassed and unsure of herself, Savie then looked down at her large breasts and fiddled with a seam of the pillow she was lying on.

Thalia didn't know what to do and ran her fingers through her brown hair, perplexed. As nice as the evening had been after the unexpected visitor from Baraka had left them again, the mood was now depressed. The commander emptied her drinking cup and bowed towards Savierra.

“I wish you a peaceful night and I look forward to tomorrow.”

Savie lifted her head and looked disappointedly at Thalia. “You're leaving already?”

“Yes...I'm sorry, I...is there anything else, Savie?” Thalia was a little confused. She had thought it would be best to let Savierra get some sleep after such a long and eventful day. The centaur's reaction added to Thalia's uncertainty.

For a moment, it seemed as if Savierra wanted to say something, but then she hesitated a little, turned her head to the side and simply said, “No, everything's fine. Sleep well, Thalia.”

The commander wasn't stupid, of course not everything was fine, but what had happened? Thalia was simply more than clumsy in emotional matters. She couldn't help herself that evening and left the chamber.

Her head was spinning as she left the temple and descended the grand staircase to the ongoing feast. As incredibly happy as she made Savierra, Thalia was overwhelmed by the situation.

When the commander finally reached her tent, dark clouds had gathered and obscured the bright moon. Shortly afterwards, it began to pour like buckets, which gradually smothered the rest of the party atmosphere.

The next morning, Thalia got up early in her tent and freshened up. The night had been a little restless, too much was going on in the commander's head. She was worried about what had gone wrong in Savie's chamber that evening. It annoyed Thalia how overwhelmed she was with the situation. No one had ever taken an interest in her on a personal level before, and even less had she ever been expected to care for someone else in this way. She would have to learn what it meant to be the mate of a Chosen One, but she'd better hurry. Thalia feared upsetting or burdening Savie with her insecurities and she wanted nothing in the world less. She would have to get used to the fact that from now on there was someone in her life with whom she was emotionally connected. And it wasn't as if Thalia couldn't interpret the feelings she had for Savierra, even though they were so unfamiliar. The palpitations, the tingling and the warmth that filled her whole body when she even thought of Savierra's smile, not to mention her swelling, tightly packed fat pads. The commander resolved to pull herself together and truly embrace her new position as Savie's companion and act accordingly.