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A?N: This is a commission, and it features both male and female weight gain, so avoid if you do not like that!

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Lucina was so very thrilled that day as she tugged her extra-wide pants, with a series of unladylike grunts, over her prodigious bottom. She wanted to make sure she looked her very best for when her husband and her daughter returned home from their long, long expedition across the countryside of Ylisse. The blue-haired princess began to waddle her way toward her bedroom door, pausing momentarily to reach behind her and give a fierce yank at her pants, which had begun to ride up in her bottom the instant she had started to move. Always causing trouble, they were. Lucina was already huffing and puffing as she passed into the corridor, and not all of it was from excitement. They had been gone for a longer time than she would have wished, though they managed to keep in contact with one another through numerous letters. Still serving as Chrom's right-hand man as dutifully as he had since the then-prince had stumbled across the tactician in some nameless field near Southtown, Robin had been kept no less busy as the brains that ran the Haildom of Ylisse than he had as the tactical genius behind the Shepherds. With the flurry of construction of villages and trading posts on Ylisse's borders, as well as the ongoing relief efforts to such countries as Rosanne, Chon'sin, Plegia which had been hit hardest by the recent wars, Robin's knack for smooth talking and disentangling conundrums had made him essential on missions of such complexity and urgency. Yet, through it all, Robin remained as loyal to the people who were his family in all but blood and took to his duties with dedication, skill, and, as Chrom had sometimes put it, "penultimate wiseassery".

Since Morgan was always eager to learn and spend time with Robin, being a budding tactician-in-training and as much of a daddy's-little-girl as Lucina herself was, she'd accompanied him in order to learn the peacetime aspects of a tactician's trade. Lucina had wanted to go as well, but ultimately decided she'd have little to contribute as she'd grown up in a world where intricate bureaucracies and governing bodies, provisional and otherwise, had all ceased to exist following the rise of Grima. So, she'd taken Robin's backhanded advice to spend some time with her parents, sister, and her...other sisters. She sometimes suspected that her present day self, despite being just a toddler, knew that Lucina was her older self rather than her "big sister" and, though Lucina brushed aside the notion, Sumia warned her that little children were psychic creatures.

Still, judging by the letters she'd received, Robin and Morgan were having a productive trip and, despite the workload, they were enjoying themselves very much. Especially the food. If the downright lurid descriptions of the cuisine wasn't enough of a hint, the stains and appetizing aromas on their missives removed any doubt.

Lucina stopped momentarily after descending the first staircase. She needed to catch her breath. Draping one hand over her bulging stomach, Lucina heaved in gasps of air, some of which caused her belt to squeal in protest, sweat rolling like tiny little crystals across the curves of her puffy jowls. Lucina had been eating well both while Robin was around and while he was gone. Hard not to, when you had literally an entire kitchen of willing chefs at your beck and call any moment of any day. Lucina belched a little into her fist too. She was severely out of shape, but that was not exactly an uncommon occurrence for her or any of her family, as it so happened. If anything, she was actually the smallest when compared to her husband or her parents. She was still so fat that she couldn't be depended upon to wield a sword anymore, but Lucina tried not to worry. After all, with the final destruction of Grima, and her dark future averted, there was little need for her to take the field and she could now enjoy all she'd missed out on growing up, especially the decadent cuisine which a royal kitchen could churn out.

She'd deserved it, or so Robin and Morgan repeatedly said as they coaxed her into taking another slice of cake. Or three. Or nine.

Her father and mother, Chrom and Sumia, had grown even bigger than her, sometimes too lazy in the day to bother getting out of bed. Robin had never been shy from eating his fill when he had the chance, and Lucina supposed that was something she liked about him, which was why it never bothered her that her parents had become so immensely obese during peacetime too. Of course, Lucina's and Robin's adorable daughter Morgan, who had come from, some believed, an unknown timeline entirely different from that of Lucina or her time travelling friends, had inherited the appetite passed down by both father and grandfather. Once the war had ended and, with it, marching for leagues on end and fighting several hordes of Risen every day, it hadn't taken long for Morgan to follow suit with the family trend of gaining weight. At the time she'd left, Morgan was the only one smaller than Lucina.

Lucina was anxious to see how much they'd changed since they had first left. After refilling her lungs, Lucina wiped the sweat away with a handkerchief and hurried her steps. Granted, the fastest she could manage was a precarious waddle, but she was eager to reach the castle's foyer to greet her family.

When she arrived, it appeared that the carriage was already there, dropping off its two very heavy occupants. Chrom and Sumia were there. Mother wore a beautiful ivory dress that hung down to her knees. At her current size, where she was larger than a baby pachyderm, the dress was one of the very few custom-made for her that was actually able to cover her figure. If she took it off, it would resemble an expensive, dress-shaped bed sheet to anyone else. She looked so lovely with the jewelry that had been wrapped so neatly around her wrist-rolls and porky bingo-wings. Her plush buttocks were quite visible through the fabric of her dress' skirt, however. Lucina's father did not try as hard as his wife did to look his best. Most of his clothes didn't fit him anymore. He wore his simple king's robes and tunic, though they were already straining to the point of bursting into pieces simply trying to be worn by the large man. He gulped down a buttered croissant and he rubbed his massive boulder of a belly. Sumia was pretty much hourglass-shape, though she was not lacking in the stomach department either, whereas Lucina's father and hero of Ylisse had grown to something akin to a giant, blubbery balloon with arms, legs and a head attached. They were huge, to put it simply. Lucina squeezed herself past them and threw her arms out to greet Robin and Morgan.

Robin wore his tactician robes as he always did, but he had to get them resized multiple times to fit over his enormous pudge. He was stomach-heavy like Chrom was, though he was pretty much portly all over, with an adorable set of chubby cheeks and extra chins that Lucina simply loved to pinch and caress. He was a large man who had been large ever since the war ended, but he had sprouted over a hundred extra pounds on his rotund figure thanks to a healthy appetite and much encouragement from his wife. Morgan was a plump girl too, and now Lucina could see that her rank as second smallest was quickly becoming the smallest of the entire family. Just like her father, she was belly-heavy, but she had a set of breasts that actually...might have...genuinely...been larger than her own mother's. Lucina gaped. She touched her own chest in a weird sense of humiliation. It was like a blow to her pride she never would have expected, being flatter than her own daughter. When Morgan saw Lucina, her fat cheeks lifted as a beautiful, white smile stretched itself from one ear to the other.

"Wow, Dad, do you see Mom there?"

"Yes, she's looking...beautiful as ever..."

"I think she might need a bit of help getting to a proper size, eh? Eh?" Morgan giggled, nudging her father in the side of his bulging stomach.

"Now stop that! Look, we'll figure something out later, alright?" Robin whispered, and then he turned back to Lucina, put on his biggest smile, and proclaimed, "Lucina, my love! I've missed you!" His grin took on a characteristically prankish edge as he spied Chrom and Sumia. "And Mom, Dad, I've missed you too!"

"Hee hee, it's still so funny when you call me that, Robin," Sumia giggled into her hand.

"I'd prefer you DIDN'T call me that." Chrom huffed before eating another croissant he had conveniently stored somewhere.

Of course, to celebrate the return of both Robin and Morgan, the king and queen decided that they should throw together a grand feast. Of course, they likely would have put together a big buffet to eat without any sort of reason to celebrate, but that was neither here nor there. Robin was eager to eat, as was Morgan, because allegedly neither of them had eaten anything since breakfast. Lucina highly doubted that to be the case, given both of their insane appetites, but a chance to eat with her entire family again was a chance she would never, ever pass up. The kitchens were always at their busiest whenever the bulk of the Exalted family decided to eat together. The entire castle staff was called upon to help serve them. It was going to be quite the busy day for everyone, especially the chefs. It wasn't as if it was a single dish or two that would satisfy the royals each, but most of them were often demanding numerous helpings, especially Chrom and Sumia, who were the biggest of all. Morgan also had a strong desire to show off her eating skills to her grandparents and mother since going on the trip; she had every intention of stuffing herself to her limits today, even if it was going to do nothing but make her lazier, fatter, and overall more slovenly. Not that she hated being those things, anyway.

"Lucina, why don't you have some of this?"

"Oh, you should really try this, Mom! I mean, it's amazing! Come on! Just a few bites!"

"You know, you can eat the whole thing if you want! I don't mind! I'll just order myself another!"

Lucina was not unaware of what Robin and Morgan tried to do while they consumed their feast together. Sitting on either side of her, it was the perfect way for the two of them to try and force as much excess food onto, and into, her as possible. Of course, Lucina was already an incredible eater, all thanks to her appetite being swelled by the presence of her fattened family, but she never had an easy time turning down meals offered to her either. Robin and Morgan seemed intent on getting her to eat as much as possible. They probably thought she was too 'skinny' compared to the rest of them. They probably wanted to see her bigger and rounder and softer and even more cuddly, so that she would match the rest of them. Of course Lucina was already so fat where she would be of absolutely no use on the battlefield. She was so fat that her hips pushed into the arms of her chair at all times. She was so fat that her buttocks had destroyed nearly several pairs of pants before she finally had a properly-sized pair made for her. She was so fat that she was graced with a lovely double-chin and an extra layer of dangling pudge that oozed off of both of her upper-arms. She was honestly quite obese, but she wasn't as obese as she could be. Lucina sank her teeth into the chocolate-flavored pastry that Robin had not so subtly pushed onto her plate. Well, if they really did want to see her big, she didn't feel like she could bring herself to disappoint them. After all, she loved eating as much as anyone within her family, so it wasn't hard to convince her to snack a little more or indulge herself.

"Do you want to try some of this yourself, Robin? These lobster tails are amazing!" Lucina held up her plate in between chubby hands.

Robin, however, shook his head. "No, no, I'm alright. If anything I might be - URP - getting a little full!"

"Really, now? You? Full? I find that hard to believe." Lucina teased.

Robin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as a cheeky smirk appeared on his round face. "I think you're giving me far too much credit, my dear."

The two of them shared a kiss. Morgan stuck out her tongue. She didn't need to see that kind of stuff right in front of her.

By the time the meal was over, there was already a discussion being made among them on whether or not they should have dessert. Chrom, who was probably the heaviest of them all, had already undone his belt and let his humongous stomach billow out in front of him, some of the blubber even splaying itself over onto the table. He sighed out loud, rubbing his distended and engorged abdomen with feathery touches. A deep and guttural belch spilled out of his lips.

"I...I think I could use a nap...but then we can have dessert afterwards..."

Sumia reached over and patted her husband's incredible stomach. She rubbed her own belly with her other hand. She was not nearly as inflated as Chrom, but her stomach had already begun to tear through her ivory dress and her thigh-fat was spilling through the spaces of her chair's arms. She was very filled out in her back-side, her ass so large that her chair had to be replaced several times just to be able to properly fit it. There were already tears showing up in the skirt of her beautiful dress too. It had been worked on with such delicate care by the tailors, yet it had only been able to properly see the light this one day before Sumia's blubber destroyed it. Sumia may have been primarily bottom-heavy and also top-heavy, her breasts about ready to spill out and show themselves to the world, but Sumia's gut was not that much smaller than her husband's. It too pushed up against the table's edge.

"I think Chrom...might have the right idea...so maybe we should...take a break...and then we can eat dessert together afterwards..." Sumia huffed and puffed, her words littered with numerous hiccups and belches as she spoke.

Lucina nodded. She felt like that would be a good idea. However, it didn't really manage to dissuade Robin or Morgan, who were still trying to sneak extra slices of butter-drenched garlic bread or spoonfuls of antipasto onto the blue-haired woman's plate. Lucina chuckled at their adorable actions, but she still ate up everything anyway, even though her belly throbbed in pain. Maybe a few dozen pounds wouldn't hurt. She was surrounded by fatties so there was no shame to be found in packing on some extra weight.

"How about a belly-rub?" Robin held up his hands and groped at the air, grinning cheekily from behind his own cherubic cheeks. He loved to give his big wife some belly-rubs; it was like a fun past-time for the two of them, especially as they both grew fatter and fatter. Lucina felt herself blushing heavily. She didn't know if she wanted to do something so...intimate...while they were so busy trying to catch up on things. Chrom and Sumia, though barely staying awake after all of their glutting, likely wished to discuss Robin's travels and his findings for a little while. They DID pertain to important business regarding the well-being of Ylisse and her people, not to mention the relief efforts across two continents, after all.

Plus Lucina could not say that she liked that mischievous little smirk on Morgan's face. She clearly wanted to see those belly-rubs for herself.

"Um, maybe later, Robin. I think we should help Mother and Father back to their room. They will need all the help they can get, after eating so much."

"Hmm, you're right. Hey, Chrom, do you need help?"

Chrom belched outright. Sumia belched right alongside him. The two of them really did not seem to have much shame in displaying these moments of sheer hedonism.

"Yeah, I think that's probably a 'yes'."

It didn't take them that long to help hoist the overly-bloated pair back to their shared bedroom, but Lucina and Robin had their own taut tummies to deal with. Morgan followed closely behind them, humming softly under her breath as she flipped through the pages of her tome. When she finally found it, she let out a happy little 'a-ha', and she began to cast a spell. The spell was one that would help soothe indigestion and stomach-related pains. It was a minor spell saved for healers, but it did the trick. Robin and Lucina felt a few expulsions of gas slip out of their own throats as the digestion proceeded smoothly. They bumped their bellies together multiple times as they moved themselves through narrow corridors. There wasn't as much room as there should have been, considering how long it would have taken to reconstruct entire sections of the castle to allow easier passage for the heavy-weight heifers. Feeling fat flesh knock against fat flesh, it made Robin and Lucina start to blush, and all of the sudden it put the two of them in the mood.

"Ooh..." Lucina hiccuped before rubbing her turgid middle, "Robin, I...I think we..."

Robin nodded his head smoothly. "Yes, I think I can understand how you feel, my darling. We should try and find some place alone, don't you think? It doesn't seem like Chrom or Sumia are in any fit state to talk right now. We'll have to save discussions for later tonight."

"Yes, at dinner."

"Ah, yeah, I already can't wait for dinner!" Robin laughed out loud, rubbing his stomach while licking his lips. The way he always had this jovial expression whenever he thought about eating, it was absolutely adorable in Lucina's eyes. "But I can't wait for this either."

Lucina knew exactly what Robin meant when he said 'this'. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. After being away from each other for so long, constantly thinking about one another and missing one another, it was only natural that they would want to engage in some intimacy. Morgan, however, was not exactly a child who was very good at holding her tongue about whatever it was she happened to be thinking at the time.

"Do you two, um, want some time alone together? Perhaps? I can go, if that's what you want."

Lucina and Robin both started blushing, though while Lucina covered her face with her hands, Robin managed to find some humor in it and he laughed out loud at his daughter's silly comment. Morgan snickered as well. She always loved to tease her parents about their weight gain. She wasn't small either, but she never seemed to worry much about her own size. To her, watching her parents grow comfortably and peacefully was one of the greatest achievements she could ever hope to obtain. She must have come from a dark timeline herself, Lucina had mused before.

"I doubt Grandad and Grandma would mind having more grandkids running around!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Robin cried melodramatically, only lowering his volume when he belatedly realized that Lucina was jabbing her elbow into his exceedingly well-padded side. "You're telling me that Chrom, whose Five Rules he gave me and your Mother when he found out we were dating, became Ten Rules? With those new ones all being variations of "Don't let Morgan call me "Grandpa" because it makes me feel old"? That Chrom?"

"...okay, maybe Grandma Sumia wouldn't mind. But, seriously! You two haven't made me yet! And, I wouldn't mind having a little brother or sister!"

"M-Morgan, please...!" Lucina squealed. "I cannot take another word about it!"

"Yeah, lay off your mother, Morgan." Robin snickered, ribbing his daughter in the side, causing her stomach to jiggle. With a loud SNAP, Morgan's overtaxed belt burst off of her gut. Freed from the leather manacle, her paunch billowed forward, seemingly causing the already round girl to double in circumference while her robes rode up slightly to reveal broad arcs of pale, jiggling flesh. Lucina rolled her eyes when her daughter responded to the exposure with an uproarious bout of laughter that matched her father's.

Lucina sighed out loud as she pinched the space between her nose and her eyes. She couldn't quite believe it. Morgan really did take more after Robin than she did after herself. Eventually, once they heard Lucina's parents begin noisily snoring from behind the bedroom door, Lucina found the drive to take Robin by the hand and drag him and his bloated, heavy sack of a gut back to their personal quarters for alone time. Morgan didn't follow them anymore, but she did watch their wide, retreating backs as they waddled down the corridor. Morgan was known for her keen wits as well as the twists and jumps of her thinking. And, whether it was her ever-over-energetic attempts to prank her father, force-feeding Brady a homemade concoction made from the lifeblood of a fell viper coupled with a hearty portion of bear gizzards, giving Inigo dating advice while on a not-a-date-but-who-the-heck-will-believe-that lunch and/or dinner meeting, making masks for Gerome to help him be less "shy", playing Tome Stackers with a less-than-obliging Laurent, encouraging Yarne to be braver by stalking him and pulling his ears, making Owain jump through hoops to prove they were "Fated Allies across a thousand thousand lifetimes", or looking for ways to weaponize Noire's "condition", the young tactician's antics continued through peace and war alike...

...as did the debate about whether she was a brilliant mind, an evil genius, or a complete airhead. But, regardless, she was now getting yet another one of those ideas that would be, politely, called crazy.

Crazy ideas that involved such things as helping subtly manipulate her parents into becoming far more obese than they were now. They would reach sizes that her grandparents had already achieved, whereas Chrom and Sumia themselves...well, they would probably end up becoming actual blobs before too long. Morgan didn't want to go TOO far, just in case she accidentally turned everyone into some kind of immobile mound of fat, but she wanted to see if she could push things along a bit faster. After all, her parents seemed to really love their plush figures, so why not give them even more of it? Morgan loved her family too much not to want to help them in some fashion or another, after all.

It turned out everyone remained in bed until the very next day. Not the biggest surprise, given how they had glutted themselves so thoroughly the previous day, not to mention how exhausted Robin was from his lengthy journey and all the work (and marathon eating) therein. But, despite her own obesity, Morgan still had at her disposal the youthful energy she's possessed all her life...as much of it as she could remember, anyway, and was able to use the time away from everyone to work on her new little scheme.

She wanted to help realize Robin's goal in making Lucina as big and beautiful as she was meant to be. After hearing everything that her poor mother had gone through, living through a hellish alternate world where she had to watch both her family and her country be destroyed by a malevolent dragon, she deserved nothing less than a peaceful, happy life of ease and comfort with all the food she could eat (and then some) for the remainder of her days. It was also clear to Morgan that her father was not against putting on the pounds himself. He'd always been ravenous at the dinner table, even during the wars, and, so long as the muscle that mattered (his brain) was still in top condition, he didn't seem to mind the rest of him becoming plush and jiggly. Morgan also thought it would be cute if her big and happy parents were about the same size, and Robin likely agreed since he was pushing food on Lucina quite energetically. Morgan knew her father well, probably better than he would have expected given her amnesia. She was a smart kid, after all. Smarter than anyone in her family actually gave her credit for.

When it came to her grandparents...well, there wasn't actually very much that she needed to do for them. They were probably so deep into their own gluttony that Morgan hardly needed to encourage them anyway. Their continued weight gain was most likely inevitable.

Morgan put together everything that she could to ensure maximum weight gain for her parents. Whenever the two of them tried to walk around, she would make sure that they would get off of their feet and sit down as soon as possible. She tried to be subtle about it, having a certain bench placed there or a pair of extra-wide chairs placed somewhere else. However, sometimes she couldn't get them to take the hint and she had to actually approach them right away.

"You two don't look too well. You're huffing and puffing. Why don't you take a break? I'll get you guys some snacks! Mom, Dad, just wait right there!"

It wasn't exactly the hardest thing to convince them to behave in a self-indulgent manner, though. Robin was more than happy to embrace a lethargic lifestyle; ever since the war ended, he had allowed himself to freely indulge in all of the tasty treats, snacks, sweets and meats that had been unavailable while the Shepherds were fighting against their myriad foes. True, some of the Shepherds with culinary talent could come up with inventive ways to make even army rations taste great, but it was hardly a substitute for the decadent cuisine available in more civilized lands during peacetime.

His incredible weight gain was a great deal thanks in part to his own unabashed lethargy. As his gut got heavier and heavier, rounder and rounder, more and more distended, it seemed only natural that he would want to remain off of his feet more and keep his mouth stuffed instead. Robin didn't have a lot of trouble catching onto his daughter's tricks after the first few days, though. A lazy glutton he might be, but the "muscle that mattered" was still in prime condition. When he ended up eating an entire roasted ham sandwich with chips and pickles on the side, bursting yet another one of his many belts in the process, he knew that he only did this because he let Morgan talk him into it. After giving his belly a thorough rub-down, he couldn't help but approach his child, pulling her aside so he could speak to her privately.

"Morgan, are you trying to fatten your Mother and I up? Is that what you're playing at, here?"

"I...um, well, we WERE talking about helping get Mom bigger, and I know you like to be around the same size as her, so I just wanted to help! Mom deserves it, don't you think?"

"Oh, your mother deserves all of the hope and love and care in the whole world, my dear." Robin pat his daughter on the head and then he bumped their bellies together. "However, you should have told me from the start that you were going to go about doing things like this. I would have been more than happy to help."

"Well, okay. Thanks, Dad!" Morgan hugged her father. Or at least, she did so the best that she could manage, given how large their stomachs are. Robin laughed out loud. He kissed her forehead. He didn't mind it one bit. He supposed that this could be considered the second half of their father-daughter bonding experience after their travels had finished. Fattening up Lucina was one of their primary goals now, one that they shared gleefully.

Along with trying to make Robin and Lucina laze about more, there was of course a push to get them glutting themselves more freely. After getting fully in the know about the plan, Robin didn't let anything hold him back from stuffing his fat maw. It took a little more convincing with Lucina, but that was only because she felt like she had some sort of modesty that she still needed to retain, even after all of this time and after all of the pounds she'd packed on.

"So what would you like today, Mother? Steak and eggs? Chicken and waffles? Ham and cheese? Biscuits and gravy?"

"I...I...UUUURP...I think I want all of it...if that's not too much trouble for the chefs."

Lucina grew bigger and bigger, practically by the day; it was not something that she ever seemed to do anything less but accept whole-heartedly. Lucina had already come to terms with her size and her appetite, as mentioned previously, so she was simply willingly playing out to the schemes of her husband and daughter without ever telling them. She was pretty much aware of their plot to fatten her. It wasn't like it was hard to figure out. After all, there were only so many times that Morgan could sneak some extra food onto her plate or Robin could offer her another helping at dinner before Lucina began to suspect something was going on. Still, she happily ate it all. In fact, the only thing that really went over her head was that she had not anticipated just how much her appetite would increase as the pounds piled on. When she tore through her latest pair of extra-wide pants, she didn't go and cry about it for hours in her room, but instead she waddled to the nearest location to receive even more food to eat. She could barely stop thinking about her next meal for more than a few seconds.

"More...more...I must have...I must have - BOOOOORRRRUMP - more!"

It went so well, their plan, that Robin and Morgan were a little scared by Lucina's enthusiasm when dinnertime came around. There were days where she was able to eat nearly as much as Chrom and Sumia, despite having glutted her big, tight, round ball of a belly multiple times earlier in the evening. She couldn't seem to stop eating for anything. Even if the castle itself was suddenly overwhelmed with flames and they needed to depart immediately, Lucina would likely have remained seated in her chair, stuffing her fat face with all sorts of treats and paying the flames no heed beyond whether they'd could reheat anything that had gone cold while before she'd gotten to it. Her huge butt got wider, her heavy stomach became rounder, and her face was so over-laden with fat that it looked like it could have popped from a single prick. She guzzled and she chomped and she chewed and she gulped and she would always belch so loudly afterwards. It made Chrom rather pleased to see his daughter so content.

For Robin, as he observed his lover, he recalled how she once ate like a sparrow and was as slender as an aspen tree. Now, as she stuffed her face like a wild boar, sometimes in a downright literal fashion, he stifled a snicker that set his whole, wide frame quivering. Lucina was now a vast, bloated shadow of the woman she had once been...but Robin loved her all the more for it.

"You know, Dad, if you keep giving Mom the lovey-dovey stare, you're going to let your steak get cold!" Morgan warned Robin one night, and Robin gasped out loud when he snapped out of his reverie. He had not even realized how long he had been staring. As he resumed eating, moaning out loud at the flavor of the spices and the tenderness of the meat, Robin decided he needed to double his own eating intake so that he would not end up growing skinny as his beautiful wife became ever fatter. After all, no tactician worth his robe is going to stand for getting beaten at his own game...well, given Robin's own state of engorgement, he likely wouldn't be standing for quite a while, but the point stands.

They ate and they ate and Morgan made sure to not waste even one chance to get them to eat even more. There were times where she would slip into the kitchen and confront the chefs, asking them to use just a little more butter, a little more chocolate, just the tiniest few extra tea-spoons of salt if they could help it without affecting the taste of the dish too much.

Of course, that restriction quickly became pointless since, soon enough, her parents were asking for more butter and salt than even Morgan had been slipping in.

Not that Morgan was complaining, of course.

She wanted to do whatever possible to make her parents swell like balloons. As Chrom and Sumia continued to burst out of more and more of their garments, it gradually became clearer to everyone in the castle that it would not take long before they started to reach a state nearing immobility. After all, one could only become so fat before their mobility began to suffer. Not that it had ever been different before, but Sumia and Chrom started to find laziness much more preferable to exhausting themselves. They spent more and more time seated.

Lucina showed a great deal of progress at the end of two months of hearty, around-the-clock eating. She had probably weighed somewhere in the high 300s, low 400s when Robin and Morgan returned from their trip. Now she was hitting 500. Her huge, tree-trunk thighs squeezed together, leg-rolls squishing into and rolling over leg-rolls, and she could barely even manage a slow, ponderous waddle without breaking out into a wheezing, coughing fit. Her huge stomach dipped further than it ever had before, flopping straight on top of her chunky knees. Lucina's arms were so massive that the bunches of fat in her upper-arms forced them to stick out from her sides at nearly all times. Robin proved that he wasn't done growing any bigger yet either. His stomach was so incredibly massive now that he couldn't reach the dining table on his own, forcing him to use his own gut and a blanket like a makeshift table to hold up the platters of his meals. He could spend hours upon hours into the day sitting around on his wide ass, especially since he had such a fondness for reading anyway. He would eat when he read, he would eat when he didn't read, he would just eat to help pass the time. He would feed Lucina eclairs and biscuits and cookies and he would watch her chomp it all down with the biggest, chubbiest, most adorable smile on her face. Being intimate was not the easiest thing for them when they were both as large as baby whales, but they still managed to find a way. Morgan did what she could to ensure her parents stayed comfortable, even sneaking a little magic into them to help soothe their belly aches and move the digestive process along so they would be compelled to keep eating even more food.

The moment when things finally came to a head happened rather suddenly and without warning. Or, so it seemed to the fatties. But, it was all part of the design of Morgan who, amidst her ingenious (in her opinion) efforts to make her family HUGE, had packed on a modest twenty pounds herself. Chrom and Sumia sat in their individual thrones, stuffing their faces with plates piled high with chocolate bon-bons. As they ate, Morgan sat on her own chair nearby, hastily scribbling away as she attempted to draw her grandparents in their natural, gluttonous states. They probably hadn't noticed her presence at all, given how engrossed they were with snacking. So engrossed, in fact, that they didn't know that Lissa, Cynthia and Morgan's boyfriend Inigo were there too. They had been told by Morgan to hang around long enough to watch. Apparently Lucina and Robin would be showing up soon enough. Lissa and Cynthia didn't know for how long they could stand, though; they had put on some weight too, though not as much as the other family members. They were both quite heavy in their bottoms, pear-shaped, with Lissa wearing her biggest, fluffiest dresses to try and conceal that fact, whereas Cynthia simply let it all hang out with her stockings, which were literally digging themselves into the multitude of rolls present on her thighs. They both breathed heavily as their chunky legs started to grow weak from the oh so exhausting effort that was remaining standing in one place.

Normally, neither of the large ladies would've gone along with Morgan's request, but the tubby tactician did say one of her pranks was about to unfold. And, the only thing the lardy Lissa and the cuddly Cynthia liked even half as much as a good meal was a good laugh.

Convincing Inigo to go along with this had been tricky, as Robin and Lucina had been quite dubious about their daughter being involved with a notorious flirt. And, though Inigo hadn't minded Morgan's weight gain, they hadn't appreciated his line about "more cushion four the pushin'."

As for Chrom's take on the possibility of being both the youngest grandfather ever AND the youngest great-grandfather ever...suffice to say, the Royal Family Therapist had rightly earned that raise.

Chrom's newest set of pants lost its buttons in an instant. Tears started to open in Sumia's new dress. Huge, loose rolls of their flesh sagged over and through every available space, reaching closer to the tiled floor than ever before. They were so big, it was wonder how they even intended to get out of their chairs after they finished their meal. That, however, was what Morgan was gunning for. When the doors of the throne room opened, Lucina and Robin revealed themselves. They were still eating fried chicken and potatoes, even after all of their waddling. They tried to go through the doorway...only to get themselves suddenly caught. They tried to wiggle free, but the portly lovers had made the grave mistake of trying to walk through a door at the exact same time. If they had been thinner, they would have easily passed through and even left room for others to join them. However, at their current tremendous sizes, entering the throne room together was much akin to getting a VERY round peg in a square hole. Chrom and Sumia tried to get up to help them. Emphasis on the word 'tried', however, as they soon discovered that they were no better off. Their massive butts were wedged tight into their seats. They struggled and struggled, but just like Lucina and Robin, they had underestimated their own fatness. Now they were trapped and all four of them would require the aid of an outside force if they hoped to escape.

"Should we help them?" Lissa asked, trying her hardest not to start laughing.

"I feel sort of bad watching them." Inigo sighed. He loved his fat girlfriend more than anything, especially when they cuddled, although he didn't know how he felt about her extended family being so ridiculously...over-sized.

But, since his potential in-laws had heard him - and were regarding him with stares that were...unfriendly - he decided he might live longer this way.

"Hold on! Hold on! Let me just do this!" Morgan took a piece of parchment paper and a charcoal pen. "I want to get this down!"

"You're going to draw it?"

Morgan snickered. She had wanted to make Robin and Lucina fat for their own sake, to make her Father and Mother happy. She did it to help make her grandparents happy too. Yet now she was finding other ways she could entertain herself with their gaining too. For one thing, she could certainly use them as some proper subjects for her artwork practice.

She hoped that they wouldn't mind. After all, they'd been oh-so-tolerant about her pitfall traps...probably because they had a vexing ability to avoid them. Still, after getting the sketch done, she'd make sure to get her extended, and enlarged, family dislodged.

But, then again, she hadn't been on a date with Inigo in quite a while. And, how often could they have some time alone without her parents just "coincidentally" choosing the same restaurant to dine at?

Yeah, no contest.

So, she decided to let the fatties fruitlessly struggle for a while so that she and Inigo could have some private time. After all, Morgan's plan was a complete success, and success made her hungry.