Glorp went Maid Marian’s massive belly as the vixen panted, her stomach hard at work with her latest meal.

Ever since she began craving something more than just a simple meal at the royal dining table, she discovered a taste for live prey. Being the sweetheart she was, she initially tried to keep it a secret. However, it was hard to keep it hidden once her uncle, King Richard, found most of Lady Kluck’s head stuffed between the vixen’s jaws. Fortunately, the chicken was saved and the two were able to discuss her new cravings. After days of debating and planning, they finally came to a conclusion. The prison, and any future criminals, would become her own personal buffet. She was given the role of “Royal Executioner” and was able to satiate her hunger with those who violated the law.

This, of course, turned her once-petite figure into one more befitting of a princess: full and voluptuous. On this particular occasion, however, things were different.

Maid Marian rubbed over her enormous gut, its bottom resting on the floor. Usually, her meals would only reach just past her knees. But she was given a special assignment that day: it was to carry out the sentences of two of the Kingdom’s worst traitors, Sir Hiss and Captain Crocodile. She was slightly apprehensive beforehand, having never devoured and held two prey at the same time. But as her jaw closed around the crocodile’s feet, the two traitors’ fates were sealed as nothing more than pudge for the vixen to play with and her husband to gawk at.

It had been quite a while, however, and she could feel the reptiles’ chyme beginning to drain into her intestines. Fatigue began pulling the vixen’s eyes closed as she fell onto her bed, tired from exerting herself. Having devoured two whole prey was enough to push her into a food coma; the last thing she could hear as she dozed off was the gwwwrrrrssssh of her stomach hard at work.


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Marian huffed as she squirmed in her tight dress, her recent meal coming back to take one last stab at revenge through clothing discomfort.

“Even after your executions, the two of you still found a way to be a pain in my royal rump,” she groaned, annoyed.

Due to the nature of the unconventional double sentence, her gains were much more plentiful than her usual single sentences, which meant her dress was on the verge of ripping apart, right at the seams. Her poor outfit was stretched thin in trying to contain the vixen’s curves, the pink fabric looked nearly transparent.

Tempting fate, the vixen gave her bottom a hard smack, gasping as her heavy cheeks swayed and wobbled from the force of her paw. Her paws ran over her dress, feeling her plump cheeks squish right below. The two reptiles had given the vixen breasts twice the size of her head and buttocks that were twice as large as her breasts. “My goodness! I’m not going to need to eat for weeks!” she exclaimed with a blush.

Turning back to her front, she began to knead her enormous breasts together, biting a lip as she stifled a moan. “O-Oh dear… you two have turned me into a cow!” she complained with faux anger. In truth, she knew that Robin would love the massive boost to her curves when she came home. The only difference this sentence would bring, is now her husband would probably be able to drown in the sea of flesh that was the Maid’s curves.

Her kneading grew lower as she explored the pudge left on her paunch, feeling it squish in her paws like fresh clay. She played with her potbelly, her mind returning to the thought of her prey. “Such hard scales you had… now just layers of soft vixen fat~”

As she pondered on how many more sizes her dress has to grow to fit her, there was a knock at her door. She turned back, frazzled after being caught off guard. “Y-Yes?!”

“Marian? Are you there?” It was none other than her uncle. “I have another task for you to accomplish.”

“Oh! King Richard!” She smiled, knowing what he wanted. Even though she was pushing her limits on clothing, the thought of strutting around the kingdom in the nude excited her. She would have to consult with her husband if that was okay but… she doubted he would hold her back. Even imagining it made her shudder with a sense of boldness. Her lusciously curvy body put on show for everyone on the kingdom, not unlike a parade in which the townspeople would be able to meet the criminals who once terrorized the land, now transformed into nothing but soft, fluffy pudge for their new protector. Each step would make her wobble harder than jello in an earthquake, her enlarged bottom swaying about like a pendulum, perhaps just as effective in hypnotizing its viewers… Maybe she could even take a few townspeople as ‘rewards’ for her ‘good deeds...’ She had always wondered what some of them tasted li—

“Marian?” Her uncle’s voice snapped the vixen’s attention back to reality.

“H-Huh? What? Oh, I’m sorry… I must have blanked out.” She blushed, out of embarrassment this time. But it would soon fade away as she remembered why he had come to her, licking her lips as a look of excitement crossed her face. “Are there more criminals to be sentenced~?”


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Awesome story written up by  HisashiHinata! Thanks again!

Maid Marian is so under loved - wanted to help change that!

WIPs:
https://imgur.com/a/bKIu2Ud

Maid Marian, Captain Crocodile, Sir Hiss © Disney

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