Prompt Free for All: Chrom and his Lardy Lady (Patreon)

It was cool to write some Fire Emblem! I loved Awakening, but did not keep up with the series much after that. . .much to my detriment. Anyway, here is a story that involves a very fat, very pregnant, very horny Fem-Robin getting pleasured. Hope you all enjoy! More prompts coming soon!





Robin moaned, stretching her arms over her gigantic belly as best she could. It was a simple action, but it seemed like everything was trying to prevent it. Her enormous, milk filled breasts fought with her flabby biceps for space. Her immense, round stomach worked to keep her pinned on her throne of pillows. Her squashed and rippling chins, made it hard for her to even see. Robin had no ability to move, her body a gigantic mass of fat and future children. Peace had come to the land, allowing her and Chrom to finally pursue the family life they wanted. Robin's body had proved amply successful for that task, easily and quickly becoming pregnant. The royal pair was overjoyed at the news, but they had little idea of what was truly in store for them.

"Ch-Chrrrrooommm." Robin called meekly. "Puh. . .ooohhh gooood. . .get in here and. . .oooh. . .fuck me silly!" Robin made her request before devolving into panting and moaning. Her immense, undulating body spread out before her as a grand, gluttonous, and gravid landscape. A series of rolling hills surrounding a fertile mountain. Hunger cravings and hormones had swelled her body to ludicrous proportions, turning her from a small and shrimpy mage into a fertility idol. Spread entirely across a large bed, Robin was nearly a ton in weight. Her stomach was a grand edifice, shaded red from how many babies were inside. From its baby-bump apex, her belly sloped down into pooled fat. The rest of her was completely soft, so much so that she could hardly lift her arms or legs. Her breasts, swollen and puffy with milk, were greater in circumference than most people were. Robin was less a mage and more a breeding sow. Further, she found it all incredibly sexually gratifying.

"Oh Chrom! Pleaaassseee!" Simply sitting and begging for sex brought her close to climaxing. Her throbbing pussy made it hard for her to think. She wanted to be fucked so badly. She lusted around the clock, from dawn till dusk. Her face was flushed from the constant influx of hormones, skin glowing with the faintest sheen from sweat, her lungs tired from constant panting. Robin was a woman strung out on her own pregnancy hormones and massive size. "I'm sccchhooo. . .mmmmmpgh . . .wet and tender." She said, pulling a fat breast into her mouth and sucking. In moments like these, little more than a horny beast, she would use anything to get off. Thick, sugary milk poured into her fat mouth as she sucked her tit dry. Her nimble tongue worked over her puffy nipple. She had gotten so good at using her mouth. To think she had been a stripling virgin-woman at some point, rather than the well-practiced goddess of pleasure she was now. "Biiiggg. . .mmmpgh.  . .baby mommy. . .uuummgph. . .needsch her. . .mmmhp . . .strong husband. " She whimpered, feeling her buried treasure throb again.

"Ok, ok." Chrom said, sailing into the room. He moved with such noble grace, in stark contrast to the elephant Robin had become. He approached his wide wife, eager to please her however he could. He sat on the edge of the bed, a tiny sliver of space remained for him. He could no longer reach his arms around her, so he settled for putting a hand on the tautest part of her belly and using his other to pet her hair. "Sorry I kept you for so long, these council meetings tend to drone on." He kissed her blushing face. "I'd much rather have been here, with you." He tugged one of her pair of ponytails, a foreshadowing of the lurid physical encounter to come. But foreplay always needed to come first.

"Chrroooom, I'm ssccchooo. . .oooohhh. . ." Robin said, whining to her husband before throwing herself back into madly sucking on her breast. Things had been so much easier before her gigantic and unceasing weight gain. She had been horny then too, but that had been easily treated by the specialized instruments and toys Anna had sold her; a slightly awkward girl to girl transaction. Yet, they had all come with weight limits and Robin had blown past them. Eating, gaining, fucking. Eating, gaining, fucking. It was the most glorious, pleasurable cycle Robin could have envisioned. Even now, prisoner to her body and unable to excise her lustful demons, she was beyond happy. Especially now that her blue haired, muscled husband was here to help. He always knew the right thing to do.

"Of course, we'll do whatever you want. All night Long if we have to." Chrom smiled, shifting his body to better face his immobile wife. She looked utterly adorable: her breast shoved in her face, milk running down the sides of her heavy cheeks. Despite the gluttony and lust, she seemed almost angelic. A primordial incarnation of womanhood. He was so happy for the time they had spent together. As back to back allies on the battlefield and lovers under the sheets, each moment between the two had been a miracle. Chrom's muscles strained as she started to lay his wife down. Simply moving and fucking her was the best workout he could have asked for. Robin giggled and sighed as the side of her voluminous body made contact with the plush bedding. The two were ready.

Chrom worked his cock between heavy belly folds and almost impenetrable, thunder thighs. There was a challenge to copulation now, the kind of thing only a master swordsman would appreciate.  Chrom balanced one of his wife's legs on his shoulder, happily bearing the burden. "Just tell me what I need to do." He said, knowing full well she would be screaming and moaning instructions. Robin's mind for tactics and strategy came in even with sex. He worked himself slowly, massaging her wet pussy and abdominal folds with his throbbing member. She moaned upon first impact, a deep and resounding echo of the physical release she was feeling. All day long she sat on her bed, sexual frustration mounting, and now it was his joyful duty to uncork it all.

"Aaaahh. . .harrrdder. . .aaaah!" Robin called, knowing she was only along for the ride. She could do little more than suck her tits or fondle her baby bump with sausage fingers. She rocked back and forth, feeling Chrom plunge deeper and deeper. "Fuck me, husband! Fuck me. . .my king!" She squealed, tugging on one of her silvery ponytails. As close as she was to climax, she could forestall it for the sake of much greater pleasure. Her propped up thigh clapped and wiggled against Chrom's head, shoulder, and forearm. It spoke to Chrom’s physical talent and gifts that he could stay balanced with so much weight pressing upon him. Despite his lithe body, he was as strong as a bull. She would hear servants gossiping about her knight, usually when they thought she was asleep, saying how they wished to have him. She would always smile at that, knowing they never would.

Chrom was bathed in sweat and fat that was not his own. His wife's corpulent, moist, warm body seemed to surround him at all angles. His rod slipped in and out of her smooth, wet pussy. It was not just for Robin that he did this. His wife was beautiful from tip to tail, in and out. He would have gladly spent the entire day making love to her, knowing full well he would give out before her. She had an exquisite body, huge and small where it mattered. Thin or fat, she had been formed by the gods. Her pussy had stayed small and adorable even with the expansive weight gain, the kind of thing befitting a shy princess and not a sex crazed queen. Harder and harder he pumped, finding himself close to climaxing. He had never known such pleasure. They ended up finishing together, falling into an exhausted heap.

"Huuuff. . .uuuuhf. . .thank. . .you. . .Chrom." She mewled, once again sucking on her breasts. Robin couldn't help but stoke herself up for the next romp, already wanting to build her tension.

"You're welcome, Robin." He smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek. He was buried in her flab, her taut and pregnant stomach dominating his own washboard abs. He stayed hard, also ready for the next adventure.