Archite Sylatha

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'I thought you might enjoy that. And I might enjoy seeing how much further you can push yourself once I'm done.' She purred, reaching over and poking Sylatha's belly with a smirk.

As Yvraine followed Sylatha into the laboratory she gave Sylatha a questioning look. It had been some time since she last entered a place such as this. A lifetime ago.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. It's quite the rarity to encounter one such aa yourself among our ranks.'

Sylatha bit her lip at the poke, shooting Yvraine a sultry gaze as the Archite traced a finger across the curve of her belly. “And I shall keep that in mind, my lady.”

“Alas I am quite a rarity indeed,” Kalendris purred. “Such a shame that all my colleagues could see in the Ynnari is a threat to their monopoly. It seems they were never as dedicated to the art of science as myself, as I have been able to learn so very much since I began following Ynnead.”

“A relaxation tour. How lovely,” the Haemonculis continued, her tone once again just a twinge off from what her words should sound like. She turned to Sylatha. “In that case, I assume you brought her here for my much-lauded skills as a masseuse?”

Sylatha gave her a pointed nod, and a smile stretched across Kalendris’ lips.

'Good, I'm curious to see what this belly looks like when it's full to bursting.' Yvraine purred. 'Don't worry, we'll go through the sensation together. I just know I'll get there first.'

'I would love to find out what you've learned, but I assume someone more learned than I would need to analyse your findings?' Yvraine smiled at the Haemonculus. 'Either way, I'm glad you're here. It's quite possible I may require your services someday.'

“Believe me, it’s quite a sight,” Sylatha purred back to her, a playful grin creeping across her lips as she patted her stomach. “And oh, I’ll hold you to that, my lady!”

“Perhaps only in regards to the strictly physical sciences affected by Ynnari soulcraft,” Kalendris said, seeming to wonder how knowledgeable Yvraine was of such things. “In terms of the more esoteric, I have no doubt you are more learned than I.” She gave Yvraine a slight curtsey. “And I would quite enjoy the chance to employ my services on one such as yourself.”

“The anatomical mastery of a haemonculus has many unconventional utilities… oftentimes only limited by a practitioner’s imagination, or their misplaced pride.” Kalendris ran a finger down Yvraine’s spine, applying just enough pressure to cause a slight chill. “Now… would you prefer strictly relaxation, or relaxation seasoned with a nuanced application of pain?”

'It must be... when was theblast time you ate your way to your limit?' Yvraine purred curiously. 'Please do. I'm not one to back out on a promise.'

'However your knowledge of the physical sciences certainly far outstrips my own.' She smiled. 'Perhaps if I have time I could... maybe take an opportunity to teach you about the more esoteric aspects. But I understand if you'd rather not go down that path.'

Yvraine pondered her options.

“The last time I truly ate my way to my limit was about a fortnight ago, I believe. My favorite handmaiden Ralerys bet me that I couldn’t eat an entire side of grox in one night… and by the night’s end, I was nearly catatonic from fullness. Ralerys even had to help bring the food to my lips!”

“I am never one to turn down a chance for learning, Yvraine,” Kalendris said as her fingers danced across the Emissary’s back, hitting her nerves and pressure points as if artfully plucking the strings of a musical instrument. “I have recently taken a foray into the esoteric by observing the Bonesingers that have ventured here from Iyanden. I claim no mastery of course, but in many ways it is the act of study that is more valuable than the mastery itself. I am sure that broadening one’s mind under your tutelage would be a fascinating ordeal.”

'Now that is impressive. Grox are far from small.' Yvraine hummed softly. 'I don't think I could manage such a feat without bursting... but I'd be willing to try while I'm here... it doesn't have to be today... but, did you manage it?'

'Ah. Wise words. The best art to master is the art of learning.' Ybraine gasped and cooed as Kalendris tended to her back.

“Wise words indeed, Emissary,” Kalendris nodded as she prepared her equipment. “A curious mind is an elevated mind. Nothing rots a cerebrum quite like intellectual complacency. It’s amongst the many reasons I find the Human Imperium so… repugnant.” She scowled, as if smelling the odors of a rotting carcass. “Human followers of the Primordial Annihilator may be deluded, fiendish slaves, but I will commend them for their creativity at the very least. Were it not for the creatures pulling his strings, I do believe I’d prefer an Ahriman to a Calgar.”

'Now that is a fascinating perspective. I personally see things in a rather, different light. I have hopes that restoring one of the Mon'Keogh's Demi Gods will reverse their fortunes somewhat. They are too, fecund to root out, but if they can be the primary focus of the Primordial Annihilators, then that should save Aeldari lives. So I will aid them in my own way.'

“Worry not, Emissary. Do not mistake my faint praise as an endorsement of the warp-slaves’ goals. Simply an illustration of my distaste for the churning, unimaginative horde that is most of the humans. Should their fortunes find themselves reversing, I will be the first to pay them any due respect. But until then, I find them to be perfectly sufficient meat shields and distractions.”

“Your praise honors me, my lady.” Kalendris leaned down, her face near Yvraine’s ear, to whisper “Though we have only just begun.”

'I believe I understand,' Yvraine nodded thoughtfully. 'Hopefully we'll be able to reverse their fortunes, but until then, we are in agreement.'

“I would be ever so honored to be included,” Kalendris smiled as she painted another stroke upon Yvraine’s back.

“At least their returned demigod seems relatively rational,” Kalendris said in response to Yvraine. “Perhaps he’ll drag his dullard horde to some sort of respectability. Which of course could not have been done without you, my Lady.”

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.

'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.

Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.

Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”

“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.

“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.

Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'

Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'

'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.

Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'

“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”

“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”

“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”

“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”

Chyrae hugged Ralerys back and giggled. 'I think you certainly have!' She smiled. 'I promise to keep it in mind!'

Chyrae shivered in anticipation, 'Please do...' she blushed. And smiled, there was barely any lap for Ralerys to perch on, and that alone was making her flustered. She was sure that by the time they were done, there would be no lap at all for her to sit on.

Skourna beamed at Sylatha warmly as she patted her belly. 'Six hours? I'm surprised Sy managed to wait longer than one hour to start stuffing you.' Skourna hummed, delighted by the story. 'How dod you convince her to stuff her face so soon after meeting her?'

Skourna paused and considered their options.

“That’s my girl,” Ralerys smiled to Chyrae as they embraced, then pecked a kiss onto her cheek.

Ralerys kneaded Chyrae’s enormous gut with one hand and fed Chyrae with the other. “My oh my, have I made the Archon’s handmaiden blush?” Ralerys giggled, affectionately rubbing Chyrae’s cheek before returning to feeding. “Now let’s see if that blush grows with your belly, hun.”

“Convince her? Oh, Skourna, in those days, I didn’t convince anyone to stuff their face. I simply held them down and stuffed them myself!” Sylatha laughed, prompting a smirk, an eye roll, and a slight blush from Aeril.

Chyrae's blush did indeed grow alongside her burgeoning belly, it swelled outwards more and more as Ralerys expertly fed her. Ralerys had been instrumental in building up Chyrae's appetite and capacity, but it seemed it had only grown larger since their last tryst. Chyrae seemed near bottomless now.

Skourna couldn't help but laugh at Sylatha's comment. 'Of course, it's funny how far we've come since then.' Skourna mused playfully. 'I'm not surprised come to think of it. And how did your superiors react to our little Aeril... no longer being so whip thin? I know all too well how Wyches can react to such things.' Skourna smirked.

“You might be even more of a glutton that Skourna and Sylatha combined, hun,” Ralerys chuckled as she continued pressing more and more food between Chyrae’s lips. She cuddled up next to her old friend as she fed her, pressing their bodies together as she fed Chyrae with one hand and caressed her belly with the other. “I am going to do unspeakable things with you tonight, you beautiful glutton,” she whispered sensually into her ear.

“Aeril was far from the first person I fattened up, and I was far from the first Shattered Fang Wych to fatten up a comrade!” Sylatha laughed, patting Aeril’s stomach. “It’s basically part of Rheivarathi culture. They just gave her some weight-away after I’d had my fun and she was back to fighting shape in no time. Ah, the memories…”

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'I thought you might enjoy that. And I might enjoy seeing how much further you can push yourself once I'm done.' She purred, reaching over and poking Sylatha's belly with a smirk.

As Yvraine followed Sylatha into the laboratory she gave Sylatha a questioning look. It had been some time since she last entered a place such as this. A lifetime ago.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. It's quite the rarity to encounter one such aa yourself among our ranks.'

Sylatha bit her lip at the poke, shooting Yvraine a sultry gaze as the Archite traced a finger across the curve of her belly. “And I shall keep that in mind, my lady.”

“Alas I am quite a rarity indeed,” Kalendris purred. “Such a shame that all my colleagues could see in the Ynnari is a threat to their monopoly. It seems they were never as dedicated to the art of science as myself, as I have been able to learn so very much since I began following Ynnead.”

“A relaxation tour. How lovely,” the Haemonculis continued, her tone once again just a twinge off from what her words should sound like. She turned to Sylatha. “In that case, I assume you brought her here for my much-lauded skills as a masseuse?”

Sylatha gave her a pointed nod, and a smile stretched across Kalendris’ lips.

'Good, I'm curious to see what this belly looks like when it's full to bursting.' Yvraine purred. 'Don't worry, we'll go through the sensation together. I just know I'll get there first.'

'I would love to find out what you've learned, but I assume someone more learned than I would need to analyse your findings?' Yvraine smiled at the Haemonculus. 'Either way, I'm glad you're here. It's quite possible I may require your services someday.'

“Believe me, it’s quite a sight,” Sylatha purred back to her, a playful grin creeping across her lips as she patted her stomach. “And oh, I’ll hold you to that, my lady!”

“Perhaps only in regards to the strictly physical sciences affected by Ynnari soulcraft,” Kalendris said, seeming to wonder how knowledgeable Yvraine was of such things. “In terms of the more esoteric, I have no doubt you are more learned than I.” She gave Yvraine a slight curtsey. “And I would quite enjoy the chance to employ my services on one such as yourself.”

“The anatomical mastery of a haemonculus has many unconventional utilities… oftentimes only limited by a practitioner’s imagination, or their misplaced pride.” Kalendris ran a finger down Yvraine’s spine, applying just enough pressure to cause a slight chill. “Now… would you prefer strictly relaxation, or relaxation seasoned with a nuanced application of pain?”

'It must be... when was theblast time you ate your way to your limit?' Yvraine purred curiously. 'Please do. I'm not one to back out on a promise.'

'However your knowledge of the physical sciences certainly far outstrips my own.' She smiled. 'Perhaps if I have time I could... maybe take an opportunity to teach you about the more esoteric aspects. But I understand if you'd rather not go down that path.'

Yvraine pondered her options.

“The last time I truly ate my way to my limit was about a fortnight ago, I believe. My favorite handmaiden Ralerys bet me that I couldn’t eat an entire side of grox in one night… and by the night’s end, I was nearly catatonic from fullness. Ralerys even had to help bring the food to my lips!”

“I am never one to turn down a chance for learning, Yvraine,” Kalendris said as her fingers danced across the Emissary’s back, hitting her nerves and pressure points as if artfully plucking the strings of a musical instrument. “I have recently taken a foray into the esoteric by observing the Bonesingers that have ventured here from Iyanden. I claim no mastery of course, but in many ways it is the act of study that is more valuable than the mastery itself. I am sure that broadening one’s mind under your tutelage would be a fascinating ordeal.”

'Now that is impressive. Grox are far from small.' Yvraine hummed softly. 'I don't think I could manage such a feat without bursting... but I'd be willing to try while I'm here... it doesn't have to be today... but, did you manage it?'

'Ah. Wise words. The best art to master is the art of learning.' Ybraine gasped and cooed as Kalendris tended to her back.

“Wise words indeed, Emissary,” Kalendris nodded as she prepared her equipment. “A curious mind is an elevated mind. Nothing rots a cerebrum quite like intellectual complacency. It’s amongst the many reasons I find the Human Imperium so… repugnant.” She scowled, as if smelling the odors of a rotting carcass. “Human followers of the Primordial Annihilator may be deluded, fiendish slaves, but I will commend them for their creativity at the very least. Were it not for the creatures pulling his strings, I do believe I’d prefer an Ahriman to a Calgar.”

'Now that is a fascinating perspective. I personally see things in a rather, different light. I have hopes that restoring one of the Mon'Keogh's Demi Gods will reverse their fortunes somewhat. They are too, fecund to root out, but if they can be the primary focus of the Primordial Annihilators, then that should save Aeldari lives. So I will aid them in my own way.'

“Worry not, Emissary. Do not mistake my faint praise as an endorsement of the warp-slaves’ goals. Simply an illustration of my distaste for the churning, unimaginative horde that is most of the humans. Should their fortunes find themselves reversing, I will be the first to pay them any due respect. But until then, I find them to be perfectly sufficient meat shields and distractions.”

“Your praise honors me, my lady.” Kalendris leaned down, her face near Yvraine’s ear, to whisper “Though we have only just begun.”

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.

'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.

Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.

Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”

“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.

“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.

Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'

Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'

'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.

Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'

“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”

“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”

“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”

“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”

Chyrae hugged Ralerys back and giggled. 'I think you certainly have!' She smiled. 'I promise to keep it in mind!'

Chyrae shivered in anticipation, 'Please do...' she blushed. And smiled, there was barely any lap for Ralerys to perch on, and that alone was making her flustered. She was sure that by the time they were done, there would be no lap at all for her to sit on.

Skourna beamed at Sylatha warmly as she patted her belly. 'Six hours? I'm surprised Sy managed to wait longer than one hour to start stuffing you.' Skourna hummed, delighted by the story. 'How dod you convince her to stuff her face so soon after meeting her?'

Skourna paused and considered their options.

“That’s my girl,” Ralerys smiled to Chyrae as they embraced, then pecked a kiss onto her cheek.

Ralerys kneaded Chyrae’s enormous gut with one hand and fed Chyrae with the other. “My oh my, have I made the Archon’s handmaiden blush?” Ralerys giggled, affectionately rubbing Chyrae’s cheek before returning to feeding. “Now let’s see if that blush grows with your belly, hun.”

“Convince her? Oh, Skourna, in those days, I didn’t convince anyone to stuff their face. I simply held them down and stuffed them myself!” Sylatha laughed, prompting a smirk, an eye roll, and a slight blush from Aeril.

It was almost comical how round Chyrae's gut had become. She seemed to gain there prominently, while the rest of her had visibly fattened too it clearly took priority. And it had only grown bigger as Ralerys fed her.

'You certainly have... and I'm sure I will blush more once you've fed me more." She opened her mouth expectantly. 'Make me bigger Ralerys.'

'Well, that answers that question. But then, how did you go from that to, say, trying to push starry eyed noblewomen over the edge like when we first met?'

Ralerys’ hands had ventured all across Chyrae’s enormous physique as she fed her, soothing her friend’s hard-working belly and simply enjoying her form.

“Oh, I plan to…” Ralerys playfully smirked as she pressed a pastry between Chyrae’s lips, then quickly followed with another. “Bigger… and bigger… and bigger.”

“Alas, it would have been terribly improper to force-feed a visiting highborn noble such as yourself,” Sylatha said as she gave a quick poke to the tip of Skourna’s nose. “So I had no choice but to merely prod you with calories. But don’t take that as a slight, dear Skourna. I’d have stuffed you like a most prized livestock had I been allowed!”

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'I thought you might enjoy that. And I might enjoy seeing how much further you can push yourself once I'm done.' She purred, reaching over and poking Sylatha's belly with a smirk.

As Yvraine followed Sylatha into the laboratory she gave Sylatha a questioning look. It had been some time since she last entered a place such as this. A lifetime ago.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. It's quite the rarity to encounter one such aa yourself among our ranks.'

Sylatha bit her lip at the poke, shooting Yvraine a sultry gaze as the Archite traced a finger across the curve of her belly. “And I shall keep that in mind, my lady.”

“Alas I am quite a rarity indeed,” Kalendris purred. “Such a shame that all my colleagues could see in the Ynnari is a threat to their monopoly. It seems they were never as dedicated to the art of science as myself, as I have been able to learn so very much since I began following Ynnead.”

“A relaxation tour. How lovely,” the Haemonculis continued, her tone once again just a twinge off from what her words should sound like. She turned to Sylatha. “In that case, I assume you brought her here for my much-lauded skills as a masseuse?”

Sylatha gave her a pointed nod, and a smile stretched across Kalendris’ lips.

'Good, I'm curious to see what this belly looks like when it's full to bursting.' Yvraine purred. 'Don't worry, we'll go through the sensation together. I just know I'll get there first.'

'I would love to find out what you've learned, but I assume someone more learned than I would need to analyse your findings?' Yvraine smiled at the Haemonculus. 'Either way, I'm glad you're here. It's quite possible I may require your services someday.'

“Believe me, it’s quite a sight,” Sylatha purred back to her, a playful grin creeping across her lips as she patted her stomach. “And oh, I’ll hold you to that, my lady!”

“Perhaps only in regards to the strictly physical sciences affected by Ynnari soulcraft,” Kalendris said, seeming to wonder how knowledgeable Yvraine was of such things. “In terms of the more esoteric, I have no doubt you are more learned than I.” She gave Yvraine a slight curtsey. “And I would quite enjoy the chance to employ my services on one such as yourself.”

“The anatomical mastery of a haemonculus has many unconventional utilities… oftentimes only limited by a practitioner’s imagination, or their misplaced pride.” Kalendris ran a finger down Yvraine’s spine, applying just enough pressure to cause a slight chill. “Now… would you prefer strictly relaxation, or relaxation seasoned with a nuanced application of pain?”

'It must be... when was theblast time you ate your way to your limit?' Yvraine purred curiously. 'Please do. I'm not one to back out on a promise.'

'However your knowledge of the physical sciences certainly far outstrips my own.' She smiled. 'Perhaps if I have time I could... maybe take an opportunity to teach you about the more esoteric aspects. But I understand if you'd rather not go down that path.'

Yvraine pondered her options.

“The last time I truly ate my way to my limit was about a fortnight ago, I believe. My favorite handmaiden Ralerys bet me that I couldn’t eat an entire side of grox in one night… and by the night’s end, I was nearly catatonic from fullness. Ralerys even had to help bring the food to my lips!”

“I am never one to turn down a chance for learning, Yvraine,” Kalendris said as her fingers danced across the Emissary’s back, hitting her nerves and pressure points as if artfully plucking the strings of a musical instrument. “I have recently taken a foray into the esoteric by observing the Bonesingers that have ventured here from Iyanden. I claim no mastery of course, but in many ways it is the act of study that is more valuable than the mastery itself. I am sure that broadening one’s mind under your tutelage would be a fascinating ordeal.”

'Now that is impressive. Grox are far from small.' Yvraine hummed softly. 'I don't think I could manage such a feat without bursting... but I'd be willing to try while I'm here... it doesn't have to be today... but, did you manage it?'

'Ah. Wise words. The best art to master is the art of learning.' Ybraine gasped and cooed as Kalendris tended to her back.

“Wise words indeed, Emissary,” Kalendris nodded as she prepared her equipment. “A curious mind is an elevated mind. Nothing rots a cerebrum quite like intellectual complacency. It’s amongst the many reasons I find the Human Imperium so… repugnant.” She scowled, as if smelling the odors of a rotting carcass. “Human followers of the Primordial Annihilator may be deluded, fiendish slaves, but I will commend them for their creativity at the very least. Were it not for the creatures pulling his strings, I do believe I’d prefer an Ahriman to a Calgar.”

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.

'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.

Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.

Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”

“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.

“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.

Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'

Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'

'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.

Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'

“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”

“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”

“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”

“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”

Chyrae hugged Ralerys back and giggled. 'I think you certainly have!' She smiled. 'I promise to keep it in mind!'

Chyrae shivered in anticipation, 'Please do...' she blushed. And smiled, there was barely any lap for Ralerys to perch on, and that alone was making her flustered. She was sure that by the time they were done, there would be no lap at all for her to sit on.

Skourna beamed at Sylatha warmly as she patted her belly. 'Six hours? I'm surprised Sy managed to wait longer than one hour to start stuffing you.' Skourna hummed, delighted by the story. 'How dod you convince her to stuff her face so soon after meeting her?'

Skourna paused and considered their options.

“That’s my girl,” Ralerys smiled to Chyrae as they embraced, then pecked a kiss onto her cheek.

Ralerys kneaded Chyrae’s enormous gut with one hand and fed Chyrae with the other. “My oh my, have I made the Archon’s handmaiden blush?” Ralerys giggled, affectionately rubbing Chyrae’s cheek before returning to feeding. “Now let’s see if that blush grows with your belly, hun.”

“Convince her? Oh, Skourna, in those days, I didn’t convince anyone to stuff their face. I simply held them down and stuffed them myself!” Sylatha laughed, prompting a smirk, an eye roll, and a slight blush from Aeril.

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'I thought you might enjoy that. And I might enjoy seeing how much further you can push yourself once I'm done.' She purred, reaching over and poking Sylatha's belly with a smirk.

As Yvraine followed Sylatha into the laboratory she gave Sylatha a questioning look. It had been some time since she last entered a place such as this. A lifetime ago.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. It's quite the rarity to encounter one such aa yourself among our ranks.'

Sylatha bit her lip at the poke, shooting Yvraine a sultry gaze as the Archite traced a finger across the curve of her belly. “And I shall keep that in mind, my lady.”

“Alas I am quite a rarity indeed,” Kalendris purred. “Such a shame that all my colleagues could see in the Ynnari is a threat to their monopoly. It seems they were never as dedicated to the art of science as myself, as I have been able to learn so very much since I began following Ynnead.”

“A relaxation tour. How lovely,” the Haemonculis continued, her tone once again just a twinge off from what her words should sound like. She turned to Sylatha. “In that case, I assume you brought her here for my much-lauded skills as a masseuse?”

Sylatha gave her a pointed nod, and a smile stretched across Kalendris’ lips.

'Good, I'm curious to see what this belly looks like when it's full to bursting.' Yvraine purred. 'Don't worry, we'll go through the sensation together. I just know I'll get there first.'

'I would love to find out what you've learned, but I assume someone more learned than I would need to analyse your findings?' Yvraine smiled at the Haemonculus. 'Either way, I'm glad you're here. It's quite possible I may require your services someday.'

“Believe me, it’s quite a sight,” Sylatha purred back to her, a playful grin creeping across her lips as she patted her stomach. “And oh, I’ll hold you to that, my lady!”

“Perhaps only in regards to the strictly physical sciences affected by Ynnari soulcraft,” Kalendris said, seeming to wonder how knowledgeable Yvraine was of such things. “In terms of the more esoteric, I have no doubt you are more learned than I.” She gave Yvraine a slight curtsey. “And I would quite enjoy the chance to employ my services on one such as yourself.”

“The anatomical mastery of a haemonculus has many unconventional utilities… oftentimes only limited by a practitioner’s imagination, or their misplaced pride.” Kalendris ran a finger down Yvraine’s spine, applying just enough pressure to cause a slight chill. “Now… would you prefer strictly relaxation, or relaxation seasoned with a nuanced application of pain?”

'It must be... when was theblast time you ate your way to your limit?' Yvraine purred curiously. 'Please do. I'm not one to back out on a promise.'

'However your knowledge of the physical sciences certainly far outstrips my own.' She smiled. 'Perhaps if I have time I could... maybe take an opportunity to teach you about the more esoteric aspects. But I understand if you'd rather not go down that path.'

Yvraine pondered her options.

“The last time I truly ate my way to my limit was about a fortnight ago, I believe. My favorite handmaiden Ralerys bet me that I couldn’t eat an entire side of grox in one night… and by the night’s end, I was nearly catatonic from fullness. Ralerys even had to help bring the food to my lips!”

“I am never one to turn down a chance for learning, Yvraine,” Kalendris said as her fingers danced across the Emissary’s back, hitting her nerves and pressure points as if artfully plucking the strings of a musical instrument. “I have recently taken a foray into the esoteric by observing the Bonesingers that have ventured here from Iyanden. I claim no mastery of course, but in many ways it is the act of study that is more valuable than the mastery itself. I am sure that broadening one’s mind under your tutelage would be a fascinating ordeal.”

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.

'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.

Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.

Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”

“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.

“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.

Chyrae paused as she took in Ralery's words, and then her own cheeks reddened. 'I... you're right.' She giggled. 'That's... actually really nice to think about.'

Chyrae moaned softly as she let Ralery's feed her ever more pastries. 'Muses yes, push mento my limits Ralerys. Let's see how big I can get...'

'All of the above is certainly the ideal situation.' Skourna agreed as they approached Sylatha.

Skourna couldn't help but beam back. 'Oh I think we would love to. Then after we've devoured these appetisers, we should take it in turns to feed each other.'

“My oh my, have I managed to fluster an Archon’s handmaiden?” Ralerys chuckled, then gave Chyrae a tender and deeply affectionate hug. “And think about it more often, hun. I don’t want you ever selling yourself short.”

“To your limits, you say?” Ralerys smirked as she sat herself on what remained of Chyrae’s lap, playfully pinning her down and leaning in close as she slowly pressed a thick, syrupy pastry to her friend’s lips. “My sweet, lovely Chyrae. I’m going to push you far past your limits.”

“As always, I adore how you think, my Lady Archon!” Sylatha patted Skourna’s belly as she continued digging into the platter herself. “And oh, I remember those times well. Do you recall the first time I stuffed you, Aeril?”

“How could I forget?” Aeril replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the memory. “It was, like, six hours after we first started hanging out.”

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'I thought you might enjoy that. And I might enjoy seeing how much further you can push yourself once I'm done.' She purred, reaching over and poking Sylatha's belly with a smirk.

As Yvraine followed Sylatha into the laboratory she gave Sylatha a questioning look. It had been some time since she last entered a place such as this. A lifetime ago.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. It's quite the rarity to encounter one such aa yourself among our ranks.'

Sylatha bit her lip at the poke, shooting Yvraine a sultry gaze as the Archite traced a finger across the curve of her belly. “And I shall keep that in mind, my lady.”

“Alas I am quite a rarity indeed,” Kalendris purred. “Such a shame that all my colleagues could see in the Ynnari is a threat to their monopoly. It seems they were never as dedicated to the art of science as myself, as I have been able to learn so very much since I began following Ynnead.”

“A relaxation tour. How lovely,” the Haemonculis continued, her tone once again just a twinge off from what her words should sound like. She turned to Sylatha. “In that case, I assume you brought her here for my much-lauded skills as a masseuse?”

Sylatha gave her a pointed nod, and a smile stretched across Kalendris’ lips.

'Good, I'm curious to see what this belly looks like when it's full to bursting.' Yvraine purred. 'Don't worry, we'll go through the sensation together. I just know I'll get there first.'

'I would love to find out what you've learned, but I assume someone more learned than I would need to analyse your findings?' Yvraine smiled at the Haemonculus. 'Either way, I'm glad you're here. It's quite possible I may require your services someday.'

“Believe me, it’s quite a sight,” Sylatha purred back to her, a playful grin creeping across her lips as she patted her stomach. “And oh, I’ll hold you to that, my lady!”

“Perhaps only in regards to the strictly physical sciences affected by Ynnari soulcraft,” Kalendris said, seeming to wonder how knowledgeable Yvraine was of such things. “In terms of the more esoteric, I have no doubt you are more learned than I.” She gave Yvraine a slight curtsey. “And I would quite enjoy the chance to employ my services on one such as yourself.”

“The anatomical mastery of a haemonculus has many unconventional utilities… oftentimes only limited by a practitioner’s imagination, or their misplaced pride.” Kalendris ran a finger down Yvraine’s spine, applying just enough pressure to cause a slight chill. “Now… would you prefer strictly relaxation, or relaxation seasoned with a nuanced application of pain?”

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Chyrae grinned eagerly at Ralerys. 'I aim to please.' She giggled. 'It's, what I was made for.' She added, blushing. She had, after all, more or less been commissioned for Ralerys brothel from a local haemonculus.

'I have two, very dedicated feeders.' Chyrae admitted, biting her lip. 'Of course I still have room.' She patted her belly lovingly, it seemed to take up most of her form now, swollen and round, like if Skourna packed on another 100 pounds in her current state.

Skourna glanced at Sylatha for a moment and smiled. 'She does look like she's missing out...' Skourna mused. 'I'm not sure if I want to feed her, or be fed by her.' She took Aeril's hand and waddled over to Sylatha, allowing her belly to announce her pressence by brushing up to Sylatha, then pecking her on the cheek.

Ralerys smiled lovingly at her friend, bringing a hand to her reddened cheek as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you Rheivarath-born girls…” she whispered, thumb still stroking Chyrae’s cheek. “It’s that you’re always proving to be more than you were made for. The bonds you’ve made with people here… those didn’t come out of a tube, hun. They’re all you.”

“And they’ve trained you oh so well,” Ralerys laughed. “But I’ve been living with Sylatha. I think I’ve picked up some skills from her… and I want to see how big you can get.” She winked, then brought another thick pastry to Chyrae’s lips.

“Why not all of the above?” Aeril mused to Skourna as she was led over to Sylatha.

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.

'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.

Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.

'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.

Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.

“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.

“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.

“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”

“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”

'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'

'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.

She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.

'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'

By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.

“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”

Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”

“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”

'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'

'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'

Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'

Indeed, Sylatha was still so engrossed in her own feasting that she didn’t remotely notice Lirith begin to feed Erysha.

“Aww, you’re too kind!” Erysha said between bites, reclining in a designer lawn chair as Lirith offered her sweet after sweet. “So how do you *urp* relate to the Black Hunt, Lirith?” she asked, eager to get to know this woman who seemed so eager to shower her with attention. “What do, erm, do here?”

“Something else indeed…” Ralerys nodded. “I’m so glad our two Mistresses are allies now, and we get to experience this lovely place. I never thought I’d say this when I first came to Rheivarath, but you and I wound up quite lucky, didn’t we?”

Ralerys’ warm smile shifted to a sultry gaze as she gave Chyrae’s belly a squeeze. “Then let’s get you properly fed, shall we?” She lifted a slice of cake to her friend’s mouth.

Lirith smiled warmly at Erysha as she offered her yet another fattening treat. She loved how even sturdy wraithbone chair groaned under Erysha's bulk. It was rare to find an adorable craftworlder so... large.

'I was born into the House of Vengeous, too low to just kick back and relax my whole life, but high enough I could get a cushy job.' She explained. 'And when I'm not here serving our esteemed guests or the Archon herself I have a raider and a squad of Kabalites to take realspace raiding. But I don't think I'll have that fancy while you're here.'

'It certainly has turned out quite well for both of us.' Chyrae agreed with a grin. 'And our waistlines! But I have to agree. You're much happier than when you first arrived in Rheivarath. And dare I venture happier than you were beforehand too?'

Chyrae blushed and opened her mouth wide, almost swallowing the cake whole. 'We'll need a lot more than that to fill the old girl up.' She replied sultrily. 'More Ralerys.'

Erysha happily devoured treat as she listened to Lirith, nodding attentively all the while. “Oh my, I imagine those raids are very exciting,” she said. “You look like you’d be quite a formidable warrior. Much moreso than me! Even when I was thinner, I was a Guardian conscript for a while, and let me tell you, I was a terrible soldier!” She laughed at her self-deprecation, the wine she’d been sipping starting to lower her inhibitions.

At Lirith’s last sentence, Erysha’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed. “Well… I’m quite flattered to have so captured your attention…” she said rather softly, playing with her hair as she spoke.

“I never thought it’d be the case, but yeah. I am.” Ralerys took a moment to look around contently at her friends amongst the guests at the party before returning her gaze to Chyrae. “We don’t have to be on guard here, to worry about knives in our back. We can be open with each other, and make our feelings known. It’s a type of… contentment I never knew I could feel.”

'They certainly can be.' Lirith purred, 'they're a wonderful change of pace compared to how, stable things in the tower can be.' She mused, then smiled at Erysha's compliment. 'I take pride in my ability to kill, and inflict harm when I wish.' She grinned as she kept feeding her new plaything. 'Was that because you were a little soft even back then?' She asked curiously. 'Or was the softness merely, theoretical at the time?'

Lirith leaned in and ran a hand through Erysha's hair. 'I'm glad to hear that. Because you're going to be the centre of my attention for quite some time.' She teased, and placed a quick kiss on her lips before feeding her a slice of decadent cake.

'A winderful change of pace from your previous life. I was fortunate enough to find a place among your employees. I think. I think I have known contentment. But now, there's just so much more of it. No longer do I worry about what my clients will do to me. I know what Skourna will do.' She patted her belly and grinned.

“Oh, I was only metaphorically soft back then…” Erysha giggled. “It’d be hard for anyone to wind up chubby on a Craftworld. But then I wound up in Rheivarath, and, well… Sylatha made sure that metaphorical softness became oh-so-literal.” She smiled and gestured to her midsection.

Erysha cooed and her breath sharpened as Lirith leaned in for the kiss, which left the Craftworlder in such an elated daze that she barely noticed as the slice of cake passed through her lips.

“I’m so glad I helped to give you some contentment in the past,” Ralerys said to Chyrae with a warm smile. “And even more glad that you’re even more content now. It seems like you’ve found your perfect place in the universe, Chyrae.”

'That does make sense. Although I've met a few Craftworlders who were definitely soft, if not, plump.' Lirith said sensually. 'But you are a true delight in that regard. Soft and plump.' She giggled. 'I'll have to thank Sylatha for that later. Maybe once you're full to bursting hmm?' She grinned as she fed the elated Craftworlder more and more.

'I was thinking the same about you. We seem to have landed on our feet Ralerys.' Chyrae smiled. 'Even if we can't exactly see our feet anymore.'

“Mmmm… you’re a delight, too…” Erysha pleasantly hummed between bites, basking in Lirith’s undivided attention. She reclined further in her chair to give her already-rotund belly some room to bloat. Her cheeks reddened and her heart fluttered at the tease of how much Lirith planned to stuff her. A few years ago in Sylatha’s penthouse, she’d found such taunts humiliating. Now… now she was simply spellbound by them.

“Ha! What a perfectly poetic way of putting things,” Ralerys smiled, giving Chyrae’s nose a plateful poke. “You always have been a delight.”

“Color me shocked,” Ralerys said with playful and very obvious sarcasm, giggling as she snuggled in next to her and began the feeding anew.

As Aeril and Skourna continued their pampering, Aeril couldn’t help but notice Sylatha out of the corner of her eye. The pudgy Archite was still nibbling on snacks and maintaining a smiley demeanor, but Aeril knew her friend very well. She could see something was a bit off with her… and then noticed all the other partygoers had all moved into pairs.

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'I thought you might enjoy that. And I might enjoy seeing how much further you can push yourself once I'm done.' She purred, reaching over and poking Sylatha's belly with a smirk.

As Yvraine followed Sylatha into the laboratory she gave Sylatha a questioning look. It had been some time since she last entered a place such as this. A lifetime ago.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. It's quite the rarity to encounter one such aa yourself among our ranks.'

Sylatha bit her lip at the poke, shooting Yvraine a sultry gaze as the Archite traced a finger across the curve of her belly. “And I shall keep that in mind, my lady.”

“Alas I am quite a rarity indeed,” Kalendris purred. “Such a shame that all my colleagues could see in the Ynnari is a threat to their monopoly. It seems they were never as dedicated to the art of science as myself, as I have been able to learn so very much since I began following Ynnead.”

“A relaxation tour. How lovely,” the Haemonculis continued, her tone once again just a twinge off from what her words should sound like. She turned to Sylatha. “In that case, I assume you brought her here for my much-lauded skills as a masseuse?”

Sylatha gave her a pointed nod, and a smile stretched across Kalendris’ lips.

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

Yvraine laughed heartily with her. 'Don't sugarcoat it. For all my prowess I displayed last time you would destroy me.' She teased. 'And I agree. It's less of a matter of who would win, but how close could I push myself.'

'Lead the way!' Yvraine fell in beside Sylatha and accepted her arm. She smirked as she noted how much... wider and soft it had become.

“Hah! I do believe you’re right…” the Architect smirked as she drummed her fingers on her generous belly. “Not that I’d mind seeing you push yourself, heh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed…”

Sylatha led Yvraine to the elevator, and then disembarked upon a new, slightly darker floor in her Archite-spire. Many of the walls were covered in mysterious tanks of cloudy, glowing, or bubbling liquids, and some seemed to have biological-looking structures floating within. Any who’d spent much time in Commorragh could identify this as a Haemonculus laboratory.

A voice humming a tune could be heard as Sylatha led Yvraine deeper into the labyrinthine labs, and soon the pair found themselves face to face with a tall, very pale woman hard at work stitching together… something upon a slime-covered lab table. The Haemonculus looked up from her work, and her lips spread into a facsimile of a smile.

“My oh my, if it isn’t the Voice of Ynnead herself. I’d heard rumors that you’d be making your way to our sub-realm…” the Haemonculus hummed, her voice melodious yet distinctly otherworldly and uncanny. She plucked off her back-mounted surgical assistant arms and dipped her hands into a disinfectant vat before gliding over to the pair.

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.

'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.

Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.

'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.

Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.

“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.

“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.

“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”

“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”

'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'

'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.

She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.

'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'

By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.

“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”

Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”

“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”

'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'

'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'

Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'

Indeed, Sylatha was still so engrossed in her own feasting that she didn’t remotely notice Lirith begin to feed Erysha.

“Aww, you’re too kind!” Erysha said between bites, reclining in a designer lawn chair as Lirith offered her sweet after sweet. “So how do you *urp* relate to the Black Hunt, Lirith?” she asked, eager to get to know this woman who seemed so eager to shower her with attention. “What do, erm, do here?”

“Something else indeed…” Ralerys nodded. “I’m so glad our two Mistresses are allies now, and we get to experience this lovely place. I never thought I’d say this when I first came to Rheivarath, but you and I wound up quite lucky, didn’t we?”

Ralerys’ warm smile shifted to a sultry gaze as she gave Chyrae’s belly a squeeze. “Then let’s get you properly fed, shall we?” She lifted a slice of cake to her friend’s mouth.

Lirith smiled warmly at Erysha as she offered her yet another fattening treat. She loved how even sturdy wraithbone chair groaned under Erysha's bulk. It was rare to find an adorable craftworlder so... large.

'I was born into the House of Vengeous, too low to just kick back and relax my whole life, but high enough I could get a cushy job.' She explained. 'And when I'm not here serving our esteemed guests or the Archon herself I have a raider and a squad of Kabalites to take realspace raiding. But I don't think I'll have that fancy while you're here.'

'It certainly has turned out quite well for both of us.' Chyrae agreed with a grin. 'And our waistlines! But I have to agree. You're much happier than when you first arrived in Rheivarath. And dare I venture happier than you were beforehand too?'

Chyrae blushed and opened her mouth wide, almost swallowing the cake whole. 'We'll need a lot more than that to fill the old girl up.' She replied sultrily. 'More Ralerys.'

Erysha happily devoured treat as she listened to Lirith, nodding attentively all the while. “Oh my, I imagine those raids are very exciting,” she said. “You look like you’d be quite a formidable warrior. Much moreso than me! Even when I was thinner, I was a Guardian conscript for a while, and let me tell you, I was a terrible soldier!” She laughed at her self-deprecation, the wine she’d been sipping starting to lower her inhibitions.

At Lirith’s last sentence, Erysha’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed. “Well… I’m quite flattered to have so captured your attention…” she said rather softly, playing with her hair as she spoke.

“I never thought it’d be the case, but yeah. I am.” Ralerys took a moment to look around contently at her friends amongst the guests at the party before returning her gaze to Chyrae. “We don’t have to be on guard here, to worry about knives in our back. We can be open with each other, and make our feelings known. It’s a type of… contentment I never knew I could feel.”

'They certainly can be.' Lirith purred, 'they're a wonderful change of pace compared to how, stable things in the tower can be.' She mused, then smiled at Erysha's compliment. 'I take pride in my ability to kill, and inflict harm when I wish.' She grinned as she kept feeding her new plaything. 'Was that because you were a little soft even back then?' She asked curiously. 'Or was the softness merely, theoretical at the time?'

Lirith leaned in and ran a hand through Erysha's hair. 'I'm glad to hear that. Because you're going to be the centre of my attention for quite some time.' She teased, and placed a quick kiss on her lips before feeding her a slice of decadent cake.

'A winderful change of pace from your previous life. I was fortunate enough to find a place among your employees. I think. I think I have known contentment. But now, there's just so much more of it. No longer do I worry about what my clients will do to me. I know what Skourna will do.' She patted her belly and grinned.

“Oh, I was only metaphorically soft back then…” Erysha giggled. “It’d be hard for anyone to wind up chubby on a Craftworld. But then I wound up in Rheivarath, and, well… Sylatha made sure that metaphorical softness became oh-so-literal.” She smiled and gestured to her midsection.

Erysha cooed and her breath sharpened as Lirith leaned in for the kiss, which left the Craftworlder in such an elated daze that she barely noticed as the slice of cake passed through her lips.

“I’m so glad I helped to give you some contentment in the past,” Ralerys said to Chyrae with a warm smile. “And even more glad that you’re even more content now. It seems like you’ve found your perfect place in the universe, Chyrae.”

'Sylatha, it's been too long! And I'm in need of a holiday!' Yvraine called as she vaulted out of her venom and onto the landing pad outside Sylatha's personal villa.

'You would not believe the terrible rumours surrounding me out there...' she trailed off as she saw her old ally and host.

“Oh, I know, my dear Lady,” Sylatha pouted in reply. “The propagandists of our foes truly know no shame. Let it be known that none here have believed such slander for even a moment. We stand with our liege now and always.”

'I suspect Vect, because Lelith bested him before returning to our ranks. Out.anouvred by our greatest warrior. So now he fights us with whispers rather than risking another confrontation.' Yvraine said with bile.

Yvraine glanced up and down Sylatha's engorged frame. She remembered this Archite being curvy on the edge of plump after they had spent a few weeks indulging. An indulgence that had brought Yvraine to the cusp of plumpness herself.

But the figure before her was more than twice the Archite she had left behind.

'You've turned to fat my dear Archite.' Yvraine smirked and winked back. 'I... wow. I never suspected you to go down this path quite so... totally. Look at you now!' She laughed.

“Typical,” she replied with a disgusted scoff. “Vect knows we have more to offer than he does, so he resorts to pathetic lies to sway public opinion. Sounds like the actions of a man who’s afraid, to me.”

“Mmmm, I do like that phrase. Turned to fat,” Sylatha purred, continuing to slowly strike curve-emphasizing poses as Yvraine looked her up and down. “I can’t say I expected to either, but… now it simply feels natural. I do believe it was bound to happen sooner or later!”

'And I fear Biel Tan and some of the Craftworlds are adding their influence to his campaign. Regardless you're right! But it doesn't change the problems those words cause.' She sighed.

'I thought you might.' Yvraine smirked, eyeing the Archite's rounded out frame. 'You wear it well, the pride yoy take in it works wonders as well.'

'I suppose it was inevitable, but would you have embraced it so readily?'

“Yes, eager to boost anything that confirms their preexisting biases, I’m sure,” Sylatha sighed. “Well, if you’re here for relaxation, please try and put such things out of your mind for the time being. We have a long road ahead on which to lay our plans, but Ynnead’s High Priestess must be well rested to best rise to the occasion!”

“Thank you!” Sylatha smiled, genuinely flattered by Yvraine’s words. “I do always try to take pride in my appearance. Confidence is infectious, in my experience. Even feigned confidence, if you do it well.”

“I’m sure your encouragement during your last visit helped speed along my self-acceptance,” she smirked. “Even if I still had needed bit of time to fully embrace this physique.”

'I couldn't have said it better myself.' She nodded. 'I'll do my best. And I do adore how eager you are to see me cared for you're an absolute dear Sylatha.'

'I'm no stranger to the power of feigned confidence!' Yvraine smiled. 'I think everyone who tries to walk the walk in Commoragh does.'

'It was quite fascinating watching you push your own boundries. I imagine if we were to try another eating contest I'd have no chance at all against you?' She smiled playfully.

Sylatha smiled at the compliment, her ears perking up with pride. “It is an eagerness born of true loyalty and admiration, my Lady. As long as I draw breath, you shall always have a devoted friend in Rheivarath.”

“Despite the vast skills of Ynnead’s Champion, I do believe that is a contest I would heartily win.” She shot Yvraine a wink. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t very much enjoy such a competition, win or lose.”

'No, no no. The other ancient Aeldari decor!' Skourna sighs in frustration at her servants... and slaves inability to comprehend her vision. 'The one that's nice, suggestive but not too gory. Not the one that's nice, gory but not too suggestive! It looks like we're trying to put on a Wych display!' She paused. 'And those days are passed.' She absently rubbed the swell of her pregnant belly, before prodding her hip, her finger sinking into the soft flesh. 'Long gone now.' She chortled.

Skourna for her part smiled and kissed Aeril on the neck. She loved how Aeril reacted whenever she touched her belly.

'Now that certainly wasn't the case last time I was pregnant. And I know for certain my appetite has not shrunk.' Skourna smirked. 'Turns out I'm just surrounded by gluttons. Funny how I'm one of the most moderate among them now.' Skourna eyed Sylatha fondly. 'She really has embraced gluttony to it's fullest.

Chyrae blushed. 'Well, that won't be long I'm sure. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.' She winked as she and Ralerys helped themselves to the feast laid out before them with gusto.

'I'm glad to see that.' Chyrae smiled. 'I know there was some... bad blood between you for quite some time.' She said softly. 'Oh, I think I have. Funny, I used to love being thin.' She laughed. 'I'm tempted to slim down sometimes honestly. Just to be more mobile. Skourna's open to it but... well... I'd miss this too now I think.' She giggled.

Aeril cooed at the kiss, nuzzling Skourna before kissing the side of her head in return.

“She certainly has. And helped others embrace it too!” Aeril’s gaze drifted from the gorging Sylatha to the nearby Erysha, who was happily chatting up a Black Hunt server as she stuffed her face.

“Then it looks like I’ll be hanging with you tonight and tomorrow,” Ralerys winked back before digging into the feast.

“Being Ynnari has helped put a lot of bad blood behind us,” Ralerys said with a calm smile. “That subtle empathic link to those around us tends to do things like that.”

“You know, I feel the same myself, believe it or not,” Ralerys patted her own stomach as she spoke. “I’ve slimmed down every now and then, but it just doesn’t ever last long. My appetite’s too big now, and… well, there is just something comfortable about being bigger. It’s cozy, in an odd sort of way.”

'Sylatha certainly loves setting trends. The inner circle of your Cult is rounding out nicely aren't they?' She mused. 'Erysha seems to have a thing for that pretty little server, the one with the black hair and the pixie cut doesn't she?' She smiled. 'Trueborn, distantly, very distantly related to me. Enough to get a position of importance among the serving staff. No junior servants come here.' She mused. 'Her name is on the tip of my tongue... much like her treats are on Erysha's.'

'I couldn't ask for more!' Chyrae said, laughing as she did in fact ask for more food.

She nodded. 'I know. It's funny how subtle yet profound it is. Aside from Skourna and her inner circle everyone here is so harsh, callous even.' She mused.

'I k ow what you mean. Commoragh nights can be so cold. It's nice to have some protective blubber. Even if you spend almost every night in an Archon's bed.' She smiled and patted her big round gut. 'Still, I wanted to impress you so I've been trying to hold off on the weight away.' She giggled. 'Now look at me!'

By the time Skourna was finished, she looked visibly rounder, with her belly appearing almost full term in its girth. She had a remarkable appetite, since that was still quite some time away.

“Rounding out indeed,” she smiled, still looking on with enjoyment. “Mmmm, Sylatha might be a bit jealous if she sees her favorite bedwarmer turning her gaze elsewhere! Or she might be excited, it can be hard to tell sometimes, heh. Does this pretty distant relative of yours enjoy bigger girls? Because I think only one person here weighs more than Erysha does.”

Ralerys nodded as Chyrae spoke. “I remember being quite harsh and callous myself,” she said, a twinge of regret in her voice. “It’s nearly impossible not to be that way here. But look at us now, finding warmth and fulfillment in ways we never imagined. I’m glad to hear Skourna’s inner circle is as sweet as she is, too. That’s a rarity in this city.”

“It’s hard not to look! Color me impressed indeed,” Ralerys laughed and affectionately patted Chyrae’s gut. “It’s no wonder you spend most nights in an Archon’s bed. I’ve never seen someone look so positively cuddly.”

'We'll have to wait and see if she notices dear Lirith feeding Erysha. She seems a bit too engrossed with feeding herself.' Skourna teased. 'Oh Lirith definitely adores bigger girls, but sometimes she doesn't exclusively date them. But she's never had a girlfriend that stayed thin before.' Skourna mused. 'So she'll probably enjoy spending time with both of them.'

'It's how we survived.' Chyrae nodded in agreement. 'But now we don't have to.' She grinned. 'It certainly is a rarity but it works so wepl here. Skourna's building a place of love and respect of a kind I hope survives her. Not that I expect her to fall anytime soon.' She laughed. 'She's something else.'

Chyrae blushed. 'Thanks. I'm sure you'll have a chance to find out just how cuddly soon enough.' She gushed. 'After I've been properly fed.'

Indeed, Sylatha was still so engrossed in her own feasting that she didn’t remotely notice Lirith begin to feed Erysha.

“Aww, you’re too kind!” Erysha said between bites, reclining in a designer lawn chair as Lirith offered her sweet after sweet. “So how do you *urp* relate to the Black Hunt, Lirith?” she asked, eager to get to know this woman who seemed so eager to shower her with attention. “What do, erm, do here?”

“Something else indeed…” Ralerys nodded. “I’m so glad our two Mistresses are allies now, and we get to experience this lovely place. I never thought I’d say this when I first came to Rheivarath, but you and I wound up quite lucky, didn’t we?”

Ralerys’ warm smile shifted to a sultry gaze as she gave Chyrae’s belly a squeeze. “Then let’s get you properly fed, shall we?” She lifted a slice of cake to her friend’s mouth.

Lirith smiled warmly at Erysha as she offered her yet another fattening treat. She loved how even sturdy wraithbone chair groaned under Erysha's bulk. It was rare to find an adorable craftworlder so... large.

'I was born into the House of Vengeous, too low to just kick back and relax my whole life, but high enough I could get a cushy job.' She explained. 'And when I'm not here serving our esteemed guests or the Archon herself I have a raider and a squad of Kabalites to take realspace raiding. But I don't think I'll have that fancy while you're here.'

'It certainly has turned out quite well for both of us.' Chyrae agreed with a grin. 'And our waistlines! But I have to agree. You're much happier than when you first arrived in Rheivarath. And dare I venture happier than you were beforehand too?'

Chyrae blushed and opened her mouth wide, almost swallowing the cake whole. 'We'll need a lot more than that to fill the old girl up.' She replied sultrily. 'More Ralerys.'

Erysha happily devoured treat as she listened to Lirith, nodding attentively all the while. “Oh my, I imagine those raids are very exciting,” she said. “You look like you’d be quite a formidable warrior. Much moreso than me! Even when I was thinner, I was a Guardian conscript for a while, and let me tell you, I was a terrible soldier!” She laughed at her self-deprecation, the wine she’d been sipping starting to lower her inhibitions.

At Lirith’s last sentence, Erysha’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed. “Well… I’m quite flattered to have so captured your attention…” she said rather softly, playing with her hair as she spoke.

“I never thought it’d be the case, but yeah. I am.” Ralerys took a moment to look around contently at her friends amongst the guests at the party before returning her gaze to Chyrae. “We don’t have to be on guard here, to worry about knives in our back. We can be open with each other, and make our feelings known. It’s a type of… contentment I never knew I could feel.”