Patreon Reward: Tharja's Autumn Belly Rubs

A short story featuring Tharja getting pampered by her eager husband Robin!

Tharja munched on a sugar-glazed apple on a stick, her wet tongue gliding across its sticky surface as she swayed through the crowds of the Harvest Festival. Since marrying Robin, savoring the treats on offer during holidays and festivals had become a favorite diversion for the sorceress. 

Tharja stopped at a pie stall. “And what is nestled within these?” Tharja asked suggestively, looking sharply at the woman staffing the booth. 

“Different flavors of sugared fruit fillings!” the woman answered with a smile.

“Robin, I desire one of each,” she said to her husband matter-of-faculty. 

Robin let out a good-natured sigh and placed a few gold pieces down on the counter. “Of course, dear...”

Tharja continued to sway through the crowds, stopping at almost every food stall to sample its wares. Her already curvaceous body had softened considerably since her marriage, blessing her with rounded, rocking buttocks, a sizable, bouncing chest, and a generous, rounded belly, all of which pulled and tugged at her veil-like dress. She had begun to sweat from the exertion of walking about, sticking the sheer fabric to her soft body in a strikingly alluring fashion. “Roast turkey legs? I’ll take two. Please pay for me, Robin.” Tharja finished chewing through her candy apple and took the sizable hunks of meat in both hands, biting at each in a rhythm. Tharja’s pale features had been softened by her weight gain, giving her puffy, rounded cheeks and the beginning of a double chin. 

By the time an hour was up, Robin was carrying a stack of boxes half as tall as he was for his wife. They returned to their sizable village home not long after. Tharja immediately went to the table and began sampling the pies, bringing varied slices to her lips and letting out purring gasps of pleasure at the taste. 

When her binge was through, Tharja undressed for bed, wearing nothing but a wispy, slightly undersized black nightgown that highlighted the sumptuous curvature of her breasts, hips, and belly. “I may...have overdone it...” she gasped, collapsing into bed next to Robin. 

The hero reached over and began massaging his wife’s gurgling gut, a pleased smile on his face. “You’ve been indulging more and more lately...” he observed.

“Does it please you?” Tharja whispered hopefully, gasping at the sensation of Robin’s fingers pressing into the softness covering her taut belly. “Bwoorph!” she belched, a mischievous smile spreading across her pale features. She turned onto her back and spread her legs, offering her body to her husband. Robin sat up and shifted over his wife, reaching down and rubbing her slightly sweaty, distended belly with both hands. He slipped his hands beneath her nightgown to caress her naked flesh, prompting a low moan of pleasure from the sorceress. 

“Keep going- Urp!” she urged, biting her lower lip in pleasure as Robin ran his hands over the soft hillock of her fattened tummy. Her bare toes curled and uncurled as the pressure from her binge finally began to relieve itself.