She knew trash that had no place being here when she saw it.

Celoles Dabena scowled as she looked out of the corner of her eye at the unwanted guest that was gathering a crowd around her across the room. She quickly composed herself, not wanting to have anyone catch her making such an unsightly frown, the crows feet around her eyes quickly receding as she relaxed her face.

“That's quite the attention whoever our mysterious guest is getting,” a fellow female noble next to Celoles pointed out, giving a wry curious grin.

“It's making quite the unwanted scene. This is supposed to be a party, not a zoo,” Celoles snidely remarked.

“You have to admit however, not everyday you get to see an elf in the royal capital.”

She had a point, Celoles had to concede. It was abnormally rare for an elf to be in the royal capital, let alone be given permission to even step foot inside of a noble's mansion. For good reason too, elves were little more than property, a conquered race that was primarily used for sexual services. Celoles considered them quite an unclean species, so the thought of one sullying the place with its presence irked her most greatly.

“They say she's quite the influence madam where she's from.”

“I know who she is,” Celoles curtly responded.

It was another thing about this elf that got under skin. Even here in the royal capital, there wasn't a noble, merchant, or priest alive that didn't know about this particular elf. There was even talk that the royal family had met this elf in person. The thought that a lowly slave elf could manage to have such connections when she herself had to bust her back to even get this party organized despite being married to one of the more influential nobles infuriated her.

Shaua. That was the blasted elf's name. A madam that ran a large prostitution ring at the trading city of Barloni, most known for being the outpost where slavers gathered. How a lowly elf managed to become so famous as to practically run that city despite being a mere whoremonger was baffling to Celoles. But looking at the elf more closely she could deduce why she was allowed here.

The elf was a total caricature of the female form. Massive fat breasts that were nearly spilling out of her obscenely loose filling top, and widened hips and large rump that were more akin to some inferior race's idea of what a fertile looking woman should look like. Worse still, her pale body was adorned with all manner of obscene body markings, the dark ink of tattoos signifying that she had countless men do what they wanted with her without question. So it came to no surprise that those same men who were slaves themselves to carnal desires, including her own husband, had invited her here. Worse still, that had the gall to invite this elf, who at the moment, was greatly pregnant.

“It's disgusting how she looks like she's ready to drop a litter at any moment,” Celoles muttered. She watched as the jovial Shaua tittered at the fellow nobles' crude remarks, her eyes drawn to that huge gravid swell of the elf's belly, the naked taut dome sticking out for all to see.

“Well, you don't look quite slim yourself dear,” the woman next to her giggled.

Celoles humphed as she drummed her fingers across her own overly large pregnant middle. “I'd rather you not compare me to that thing. I'm carrying the children of nobility thank you. Who knows what sort of foul creatures are inside that foul elf's womb.”

As she said this, Celoles could swear Shaua and her eyes met. In that brief moment, she swore that the elf flashed a knowing smirk at her, before quickly turning back her attention to the surrounding nobles.

“Ugh. I think I've had enough of this dull party for the night,” Celoles sighed. “I do believe I shall retreat to my room for the rest of the evening, lest I dare catch whatever diseases that elf is carrying.”

“Er, whatever you say. Have fun,” the other noble said with a smile, bemused by Celoles lame attempts at manners, watching as the heavily pregnant woman waddled away.

Out of either of their sights, Shaua again, looked Celoles's way, giving another large smile.

---

Celoles didn't immediately go to her room as she said. Instead she wandered about the mansion, silently fuming to herself, snapping at a maid or two as she tried not to let that damned elf occupy her thoughts.

It wasn't until later in the night, when all the other guests had retreated back to their homes that Celoles finally decided to go to her own room at last.

“You sure kept me waiting ma'am,” a sultry voice called out from the darkness of the room.

“Who's there?!” Celelos demanded, quickly lighting the oil lamp in her room to dispel the darkness that was hiding an unwanted intruder.

“Just a fellow mother to be, like yourself,” chuckled Shaua as the light finally revealed the elf madam, who was sitting on the edge of the woman's lavish bed.

“You,” snarled Celelos. “How dare you. What makes you think a foul elf has the right to be in a noble's room?”

“Oh come now. That's no way to treat a guest. I mean, it was your sweet husband that invited me to this fancy party after all.”

Celelos inwardly cursed that blasted lecher. “Do you think I care? I won't have someone as disgusting as you be allowed near my delicate presence!”

Again, Shaua chuckled, unfazed by all the vitriol being directed toward her. “I simply just wanted to meet the wife of the noble who I am a mere mistress to. We didn't get a chance to chat at the party, and it would be a shame to not talk to someone who is due to give birth soon like I am.”

“What can you and I even possibly want to discuss?” Celelos frowned. The last thing she wanted to do was to talk to a mistress of her husband's, especially a mere elf whore.

“Well, I heard from the others that this was your first pregnancy after all,” Shaua said, Celelos bristling at that toothy arrogant grin she was sporting. “Your poor husband had been wanting to sire children for a long time now, but you both managed to conceive finally, despite your age...”

“All of which is none of your business,” Celelos snapped.

Shaua hummed to herself, grinning as she put a finger to her chin. “I just thought I could return the favor of the invitation by giving you some pointers on motherhood and all. Despite my youthful appearance I've given birth so many times myself I've lost count~.”

“To think I would want advice from some horrible elf slave is truly repulsive. If you don't leave here at once I'll have your head. Now go!” Celelos demanded loudly.

“Too bad.” Shaua sighed as she hauled her pregnant girth off the bed with a slight groan.

At this close of a distance Celelos could see that they were both close to the same height, with Shaua being a bit shorter, which made the elf's pregnant belly all the more astounding given its size. She had no idea about elf physiology but she knew they weren't this normally this fecund. When she had said Shaua was close to dropping an entire litter, she was probably right, as the elf certainly looked like she was carrying quite the brood in there compared to the noble's own measly two (most of which was weight she had piled on during her pregnancy).

“I'd have hoped we could be friends due to our shared conditions, but I'll admit it's much more fun resolving things this way.” Shaua chuckled as she strode up and placed a hand on the woman's arm.

“How dare- Who said you could dare lay a filthy hand on me.” Celelos snarled.

“Your dear husband, that's who,” Shaua smiled, her eyes gleaming as her grip painfully tightened.

“W-Wha-?!”

The noblewoman didn't have much time to respond to Shaua's answer, as the elf with blinding speed that should have been impossible for a woman with such short stature and with such a large pregnancy, managed to hoist Celelos up and plop her right down, butt first, into the awaiting hungry maw of the elf.

Celelos was at first flabbergasted, unable to say anything for a brief few moments as she felt a wetness envelop her backside. Was she being devoured? By an elf no less? When she felt an ominous rippling tug at her bottom did the noblewoman finally find her voice.

“U-Unhand me you bloated cretin! You can't do this to me you hear?! I'm with child! G-Guards! A-Anyone! Help me at once!” Celelos frantically shouted.

Despite her high pitched shrill wailing, no aid came for the noblewoman. It was almost as if this was all pre-planned from the start, and someone intended for this blasted elf to get within assassination distance without the fear of any interference.

Shaua, for her part, simply groaned as her throat dilated with the hefty form of the noblewoman, her eyes rolling white like a shark in the throes of a feeding frenzy. Violent gulps pulled the yelping Celelos deeper within the elf's mouth, the force of it sending Shaua's whole gravid body jiggling, making the small bell at the end of her navel piercing ring loudly with each swallow.

All of Celelos shrieking protests went unheard and ignored as Shaua messily gulped the pregnant noblewoman down. It wasn't long before her loud cries for help went silenced, her voice becoming a muffled whine as her head was pulled into the elf's cavernous mouth, leaving only behind the grisly humorous sight of a hugely clothed gravid belly, with a pair of fearfully wiggling hands and feet at its sides, sticking out from between Shaua's grossly stretched lips.

Planting her hands on her hips for support, Shaua gave a final tremendous gulp, sending the entire form of the noblewoman tumbling down into the elf's awaiting stomach with a noisome wet squelch, nearly displacing Shaua's overloaded womb as now she was carrying plus three in her vastly bloated middle, the burgeoning swell now resting on the floor and in between her spread legs.

“Gah! You nobles keep on getting heavier and heavier. You almost ended up bruising my babies in there!” Shaua lightly scolded her meal as the entire form of the ingested Celelos was forced to uncomfortably settle inside the gorged organ, curling up around her own pregnant belly.

Garbled furious pleading continued to emanate from Shaua's turgid midsection. She couldn't make out what the noblewoman was saying but she had a good indication what was coming out of Celelos foul mouth anyway. Might as well clue her in as to why she was to become her future offspring's nutrition.

“Sorry, but after some 'convincing', your dear hubby decided to have me birth his children instead of some wrinkly old cow of a wife~” Shaua purred, giving a soft cackle as her face was adorned in the most smug grin she could manage, punctuating her dastardly reveal with a tremendous belch.

The offending bulge that was Celelos wriggled and squirmed with all the fury one was capable of being trapped inside a sweltering wet stomach, the cacophony of muffled swears filling the dimly light room.

“Guess he didn't let you know about it. Not surprised. He would always go on and on about how dried up and barren you were. Not to mention cold in bed,” Shaua continued, taking great pleasure in revealing all the sordid details. “He figured why not just have me give him a batch of kids of his choosing. But then with all the sour luck you just had to go get knocked up at your age. Well that just wouldn't do, so I had to sweeten the deal a bit to avoid any potential infighting among relations, right? Donating a whole elf village I just happened to enslave does wonders for negotiations you know. Tragic that the woman of the house had to go and pass away during birth. But that's how it goes sometimes, human females are terribly fragile...”

More muted howls and wails of fury came from Shaua's mountainous belly, making her smile in great satisfaction, though the wild kicking and pushing the churning noblewoman was doing wasn't as pleasing.

“Oof. That's certainly no way for a noble to act in her final moments. You're gonna end up making me going into labor at this rate, and I still got a month to go before I pop these little tykes out,” Shaua groaned, rubbing her bloated percolating sides, trying to calm her tumbling food babies down before indigestion set in. “Good thing I have a whole room to myself before the celebrated time of noble Dabena's children comes. You won't mind if I end up giving birth on your bed do you Celoles dear?”

Hauling her immense bulk to the noblewoman's bedside, Shaua carefully eased herself onto the soft quilt of the sheets, noting how it was a tad below her usual tastes in expensive silks.

Giving her towering gut an appreciative pat, Shaua settled herself in for the remaining duration of her pregnancy.

“Won't even need to call room service,” Shaua hiccuped. “You're filling enough to keep me and my little ones fed for a looooong while...”

---

“You sure they aren't part ogre?” The tall tanned half elf named Nanami said as she held the overly large infant in her arms.

“I'd think you'd be able to tell if they were,” her husband, the youthful faced Coren, chuckled.

“But they all weigh like, twelve pounds each!” Nanami exclaimed with surprise as she looked over all the babies Coren was attending to in the nursery. “Who have the girls been fucking to pop out such titans?!”

“Girls?” Coren said with confusion. “These kids are all from your mother Nanami.”

“Wha- No way!” Nanami said, sounding a bit too surprised at hearing the news. “But now that you mention it, it makes sense since mom does give birth to a lot at once these days...”

“Well it certainly runs in the family,” Coren said, looking at his wife's extremely pronounced pregnant middle. Being half ogre that she was, Nanami had so far been able to conceive consistent triplets every single time.

“But it doesn't explain why they're all so big!”

“Well maybe her visit to the royal capital did a lot for her health somehow,” Coren suggested, shrugging.

“Wait, the royal capital? Mom visited there even though she was all big and pregnant?” Nanami said, greatly shocked.

“She told you she'd be leaving there for a function with the nobles,” her husband replied, having to smile at his wife's often short memory retention. “I suppose she decided to give birth over there instead of risking going into labor on the way back.”

“Oh geeze, now I'm beginning to remember something,” Nanami said, quickly handing off the large baby she was holding to a confused Coren before quickly dashing to where her mother Shaua was resting after the trip.

Wasting no time with introduction, Nanami opened the door to Shaua's quarters, sighing as she took in sight of her mother, quickly coming to the dour conclusion she pieced together once she saw her. “Mom, don't tell me you've been away causing political upheaval by eating some nobleman's wife again...”

“Oh Nanami, what makes you say that? This is just NORMAL pregnancy baby weight~” Shaua cooed.

Gone were the elf's well renowned feminine curves, replaced with an absurd slovenly figure. An adipose laden bomb had gone off in her system, resulting in a grossly fat body that was beyond anything that could have been constituted as normal post birth baby weight. Her breasts, which had already been double the size of her head, now were the size her pregnant belly had been, two gargantuan teats that laid heavily on her middle. Said middle was now a view obstructing mound of blubbery fat that must have weighed well into the hundreds of pounds by itself. Truly whatever remained of that haughty noblewoman resided in that offensively huge dome of a potbelly Shaua sported. The rest of her as well suffered the consequences of her feasting, meaty tree trunk thighs that were akin to barely contained sausages in the fishnet stockings, and a rump that gave her a few extra inches of padding between her and the cushions she sat on. Truly the rich diet she had partaken in had its affected desires it seemed, both on her and her recently born offspring that benefited from the digested Celoles.

“Yeah sure...” her exasperated daughter finally replied, shaking her head as she left.

“Phew~” exhaled Shaua, as her chubby hands gently massaged her doughy sides. “You really did a number on me dear. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take a sabbatical until I can work this off. I'm sure my regulars won't like that, unless they are as degenerate as your husband is~”

Something burbled in the depths of her congested gastric system. Plump cheeks slightly bulging, Shaua muffled a belch. Furrowing her brow, she fished around with her tongue, something that had been disgorged from her stomach. After a few moments she pursed her lips and plucked out what was a wedding ring, slightly marred, with her fingers.

“I'm going to have to start a treasury with the amount of trinkets I've been gathering as of late...” Shaua chuckled, flinging the now pointless accessory behind her, where it landed among the swiftly growing pile of wedding bands that were accumulating like the fat on her prodigious waistline.

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An absolutely astounding commission I received from  FoF featuring everyone's favorite scheming elf slave Shaua!

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