Quickie - Manon Dream Royalty 2

So with this last push of Manon content, I'm going to put out pretty much everything I have. And this includes stories written by the lovely resident word-wizard OtakuCaboose, which will be below. BUT it is important to note that now, her other dream scene also has a story now. A two-parter which leads nicely into the next future scene! I'll include it down below anyway, for convenience's sake and anyone else who happens to skip past this intro text. Since I'm going to call it after these uploads, might as well go fully ham.

There will be some refactoring of existing entries later down the line. They should be minor to set up some things in the future, and I'll point out any big changes if there is any.

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Dream 1

The last few years had been like a wonderful dream for Manon. She had met her husband when he served as a diplomat from Mamawk, the two of them growing close as he often came by her family's dairy farm for milk. He told her it reminded him of his homeland, and at the time she didn't understand.

She understood now.

After a dalliance in the hayloft they had consummated their love, quickly marrying before returning to his homeland so she could meet his family. She had heard tales of the odd politics of Mamawk, but seeing it first hand had been surreal. His family were nobility of no consequence led by his mother; her breasts were larger than her head as she frowned at Manon's relatively meager busom. She had thought herself at least a bit busty, as she was often shunned at home due to her lewd breasts, but in her new surroundings she was tame compared to the positively heaving tits of the women of station.

"Having such a scrawny daughter-in-law is… disappointing. Perhaps she will come into her own whilst producing an heiress." She had said to her son.

She was right.

That night in the hayloft had consequences, turning Manon's breasts from large to literally in charge. Before she gave birth she had outgrown her in-law, and over the months the formerly stone-faced woman had defrosted into a doting grandma as she cared for the floundering woman still adjusting to life as an aristocrat. It wasn't long after birth that she felt the need again, and after a few long days in bed she and her husband had managed to plant the seeds of a second heir.

Not long after Manon began to feel hungry. From her meager upbringing to the child growing within her it seemed fate had conspired to have her glut through the delicacies new to her bust's increased station. Foods and portion sizes once far from the reach of a poor farm girl disappeared in alarming numbers as the mother-to-be went through craving after craving, her already large breasts positively blooming under the hormones and calories. The food wasn’t content with just settling in her chest, her hips flaring out dramatically as her impending motherhood demanded more and more materials. Her breasts were not to be outdone, greedily consuming space until even as she stood they billowed over her knees. 

Soon after her second child was born and women from the palace came to officiate the bewildered Manon, using ropes, calipers, and buckets to measure her size and capacity. Manon and her husband were stunned as they granted her the title of Dutchess, a mansion of their own on the outskirts of the capital, and servants. In the following months she had almost settled into her role when she realized something was amiss.

Her monthly flow was several weeks late.

Upon learning of this, her friend Rina had insisted on a ball for the ‘soon-to-rise’ Manon. Rina had been a friend of the family for years, her frontage equal to Manon’s in-law, and she had immediately taken to the then-waifish bluette. Even as Manon grew she had never forgotten her kindness, and the ‘lower class’ woman was her dearest friend and confidant. She could never say no to her exuberant demands, including the ball now looming over her head. Manon still felt the icy fear in her heart of being surrounded by judging eyes, even if most of them now appraised her as above them rather than below…

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Dutchess Manon slouched into the white bath, the milk soothing the tightening skin around her midsection. Dutchess. The title had been conferred to her on her last official measuring; she had just been getting used to Baroness and now her bust had carried her into a new title, and judging by the last few weeks it was about to do so again. Her breasts felt warm as they bobbed in their former contents, the merry spheres having grown noticeably since her measuring. Part of her was worried about how much attention they were attracting, and another part worried about the sheer heft of their jiggling expanse… but bubbling under the chaotic swirl of emotions was a sense of pride that would wash away all her worries.

“I wonder what the villagers would say if they could see me now? ‘The lascivious milkmaid has become a cow.’ perhaps?” she pondered, what she would have once seen as an insult instead feeding the bubbling warmth in her heart.

“Oh most definitely.” A voice carried over her tits, causing Manon to jolt. “Hehehe, it's just me, oh Dutchess. Let’s get you dressed for the party eh?” Mina came into view on her side, offering a hand which Manon timidly took. She sighed. “You can’t have all that confidence alone and then just whither on the vine when someone comes up to you. Look at these beauties.” Her other hand sunk into Manon’s chest, eliciting an ‘eep’ from the larger woman. “They grew for you, now you have to grow for them. You’re more than worth the blessings they have bestowed on you. That’s why you’re still going up.” Mina’s genuine smile melted through Manon’s doubts as she was pulled slowly to her feet, her friend toweling her off as she mulled over her words. The Dutchess waddled into the next room as servants bustled about preparing to dress the huge woman.

Taking her by the hands they positioned her in the middle of the floor, feet brushing cloth until she was placed in a spot of empty tile. The cloth was then raised up her calves, over her beefy thighs and wide hips as some of her aides busied themselves with pulling the flowing skirt of the garment out. The rest continued to pull the stiff upper portion of the gown forward, hooking it under her breasts as their weight nested them into the leather-reinforced cups of her dress. Matching gloves were slid on up to her elbows as the tiara of her station was nestled onto her head, her hair pulled back into a fluffy ponytail. The black dress was anything but slimming, the faint paisley design distracting the eye as it wandered over her full circumference. The color was striking against her pale skin, while matching well with her dark hair.

If only it fit properly.

Her breasts overflowed the cups, barely covering the areola as they puffed over the edges by more than a hand's breadth. If the ball had been any later, the expectant mother would have been without a dress. The idea caught in her head, bringing a light blush to her face before she quashed the idea. The problems extended below her heaving bosom as well, the skirt accentuating her hips much like any dress of the style would… which wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't have so much to accentuate. Her ass almost seemed to rival her bust thanks to the flowing fabric, the jiggling of her hips sending the skirt quavering with every shuffle as she adjusted herself in front of the mirror.

"It looks great… but is my butt really that big?" She pouted, pawing at her hips.

"Normally I'd say 'It's bigger' but I have to agree, that dress makes you look alot more… even?" Mina pondered, circling her friend.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Manon rolled her eyes at the thinner woman, already aware what she had set up.

"That for as large an ass as you have, you've still got some big ol' titties!" Her friend giggled as she sidestepped, narrowly avoiding what might have been a purposeful boob-slap as Manon turned towards the door. Servants rushed to open the door for her, another trivial task made difficult by her huge bust, as she adjusted her waddle to the skirt draped over her shapely legs. She took a deep breath, steeling herself while also testing the seams of her dress. Finding the integrity of neither wanting, she waddled into the ballroom.

The party itself passed by in a blur as Manon met with noblewomen from all over the country, all very chesty but all quite a bit smaller than the hosting Dutchess… all save one.

"Well well, the milkmaid knows how to hold a proper party." A piercing voice from behind made Manon flinch.

"H-hello Grand Dutchess Lana…" Manon wilted as she turned to face her better, the shorter woman sneering at her as she pushed the lesser nobles out of her way with the massive breasts that gave her her station. The Grand Dutchess had always been particularly critical of Manon. Maybe it was their similar hair colors, both sporting an uncommon blue. Perhaps it was the speed at which Manon had rose through the ranks. Manon wasn't sure, but the small woman had it out for her from day one. 

Looking at her now felt like looking in a mirror, as she seemed to have insisted on copying Manon's dress for the evening. It even fit her just as well, her breasts spilling out over the cups. She looked just like the Manon in the mirror.

Then something clicked into place her head.

"...welcome to the party celebrating my raise in station." Manon finished, her tone leveling as she smirked, suddenly very self-assured.

"What do you mean by that farmgirl? You'd have to outgrow me to raise again and that's not happening." She growled. Manon raised the back of her hand to her face, stifling a chuckled as she waddled up to her one-time rival, resting her bust on Lana's. Even without tools and tapes onlookers could quickly tell who was larger.

"Of course it's not happening. It's already happened. I'm just widening the gap."

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Dream 2

The carriage wound its way through the gardens of an opulent palace, lurching forward as it came to a stop due to the great weight it carried. The coachmen hopped down from their seat to open the door, one stepping inside and laying hands in a pale skin tone mass. He began feeding it through the doorway to his compatriot, who grabbed the mass near a large pink discoloration before gently settling it down onto the gravel. The pink nub weeped white tears into the stone as the coachman dutifully wiped them away with a handkerchief, the carriage bobbing once more while feminine grunts issued from the partially blocked door. A slender hand snaked out of the opening, grasping onto the coachman's proffered arm as a blue-haired woman pulled herself out into the open air. Her upper torso slid out easily enough, attached to the blob already pulled from the cart, but she struggled mightily against her lascivious hips as her servant prodded and coaxed the seemingly never ending tide of buttock. A small reprieve was won when the first cheek wobbled free before the second demanded its own ordeal. Soon her legs slid gracefully from the runners, the fully nude woman twisting somewhat awkwardly back to face the carriage as a second pale mass was gradually extracted from the door behind her. The two spheroids jiggled on the ground as her coachmen circled her with a sheet of purple cloth, swaddling her breasts and ass in their confines as they laced up the gap along the woman's front. With a titanic effort they pulled the strings tight, the spheres raising off the ground a scant few inches so their lady could waddle. She felt her core burn as their weight pulled off the ground, threatening to topple her as she braced her well-toned muscles against their heft. The cloth left the front partially exposed, the laces unable to tighten fully over the mounds and leaving the valley of cleavage totally exposed. One of the coachmen retrieved her cape and crown from the vehicle and quickly made his lady presentable.

And so it was that Great Dutchess Manon finally extricated her gigantic breasts from her carriage.

Her servants re-embarked the coach, heading back through the garden to the stables as Manon waddled slowly up to the castle's entrance. The doorway was vast, easily large enough to accommodate two of the bluette waddling side by side; a testimony to the size of the castle's mistress. The great wooden doors creaked open and Manon steeled herself.

She had never seen the princess before, one of two women in the nation who now outsized and outranked her, but the person in front of her wasn't what she was expecting. She wore all black, her dress exposing much of her upper slopes and ending at her mid-thigh, cleavage covered by a thin black gauze spread between her breast's supportive cups. A frill of black fur rose up over her shoulders, attached to a cape that drapes down out of sight behind her chest. Her hair was black as well, all contrasting well with a skin tone only a few shades darker than Manon's own pale pallor. Her lips were ruby red, eyes piercingly blue as they took in her purple visitor, but her most notable feature was her bust.

Or the lack of it.

She was large, granted, and would never touch her nipples without struggle or aide, but compared to Manon she was positively tiny.

"Hello Grand Dutchess. I am Ivana, court mage of Mamawk." The black-clad woman curtsied slightly, sending her exposed breasts jiggling in her top. "We have prepared a feast for you before you are to attend to your duties."

"Uh… uhmm…" Manon stammered before settling on giving her a visual. She shimmied her shoulders, sending her huge tits swaying left to right as an audible 'glunk' issued from within, twin dark spots blissing on her strained top. "Mmmm… I'm already very full. Can I not empty myself beforehand?"

"I'm sorry milady, but you will have to hold on for a little longer. As grand as you are, the princess is grander still and you will need every drop you can muster." The mage turned, beckoning her guest to follow. Manon grunted as she waddled along, trying to resist the urge to let down. The hallways were even wider than the grand gate had been, and she found herself being seated before she even knew where she was, so focused was she on her throbbing nipples; the confused Dutchess took a moment to look around.

She was seated side saddle to a laden feasting table, the delicacies of the land weighing as heavily on the table as her breasts did on her lap. Her host sat opposite, a small dish of cake already perched on her breast as she took dainty forkfuls from the treat, savoring its sweetness.

"Take as much as you want, you'll need every bite." Manon blushed at the woman's insistence; was her appetite really that infamous? Her fears were quickly dashed as the magician seemingly inhaled the rest of the cake slice before eagerly moving on to the next dish. Perhaps all larger ladies had such needs?

"If you insist." Manon reached out to grab a leg off the largest bird she had ever seen, bringing it up to her mouth with a satisfying crunch.

"Do you like the dodo? A specialty from the south, large enough to be a beast of burden but no wings to speak of." Ivana smiled, reaching for the other leg. "This leaves the legs to make up the difference, and it’s made all the tastier for it."

"Mmhmm!" The grand dutchess agreed around a mouthful of dodo meat. Before she could finish the mage pointed her to another delicacy the princess had prepared for her guest, and another, and another, the cycle repeating until the table was bare. Manon leaned back in her chair; even with her appetite she had pushed herself to sample all the new wonders, and even if she couldn’t see her belly she could feel it rubbing against the bottom of her tits. She reached awkwardly around her impressive bust to soothe the sides of her strained gut only to feel another pair of hands settle next to her navel.

"You enjoyed the meal? You look positively full of life." Ivana's voice was somewhat muffled from the wall of breast between the two women. "It suits you, you know. I had heard you don't have a little girl to inherit your grand bosom. Why not try again?"

"T-try again? F-for a baby?" Manon stammered as her tummy was expertly fondled, her thoughts off-kilter as she tried to answer her host. "I… I'm so big. And every time I get pregnant I grow so much… I should stop…"

"But is that what you want?" The hands left as Ivana stood over her only to caress the tops of Manon's hilly expanse, and she could swear the mage's seemed to glow for just an instant. "Don't you want to have a daughter?"

"So… so badly…" Manon groaned, fighting the urge to let down as Ivana pressed and stroked against her soft flesh. Her top drew ever tighter as her glands engorged themselves on her feasting, soft curves billowing between the thread keeping the garment together.

"And you like seeing yourself grow, surpassing the you of yesterday inch by inch?"

"Mmmphyes…" 

"Being large and in charge is nice, but what really matters is being large…" the mage pushed against the tightly packed breast, putting more and more force into the massage until her top could take it no longer. With a 'pop' the thread gave way to the compressed mammery, slung to either side of the now very excited, and very naked, Dutchess.

"Ohgodyeah…"

"Then there isn't a downside is there? Look at the castle we are in. The world can always make room for your size, what matters is what you want. And that is what I wanted to see in you." Ivana took a step back, smiling down at the flushed bluette as she reached a hand out to her. "The princess will be pleased. You've met all her hopes as a rival."

"Rival? Oh no I never meant to-" Manon started before she was pulled to her feet by the surprisingly strong woman in front of her.

"That's exactly why. You aren't in it for the standing or the privilege like so many others. Your passion for your breasts is pure and untainted. But please, let us not delay any longer. We must get you to her Highness's bathing chambers, she is dying to speak freely with you." The mage let go of her hand, slowly walking towards another exit from the grand hall. Manon tried to follow but the mass of food skewed her already off-kilter balance as she ponderously pivoted from one foot to the next, her walk more of a waddle than ever. It reminded her of when she was last with child and her cheeks reddened, loins smoldering with a need that even with Ivana’s piercing questions she still tried to deny. She was glad for the sheer width of the hallways at least, giving her ample room to amble slowly along, but it made her wonder.

“Just how big is the princess…” she mumbled to herself as she entered another chamber, mostly empty save for a deep depression in the floor much like an empty pool. Low benches were scattered about the sides of the hole, one of which Manon happily dropped herself onto with a worrying creak. Ivana herself stood at the top of the pool near the stairs, her cloak and gloves already crumpled to the floor in a pile.

“Oh, I can assure you… I am quite big.” her lips curled in an impish smile as her dress dropped to the tile, quickly stepping down into the basin as she began to change. Her hips flared, buttocks jiggling to a stop just a few inches larger than Manon’s before the real show began. Her belly and breasts swelled, growing and bloating as she moaned and cried in ecstasy. Manon sat shocked, her milk pouring freely into the pool as she no longer tried to stifle the flow, staring at the increasingly large woman. It seemed like time had stopped as she watched the once svelte mage surpass her, and then continued at a crawl as she grew… and grew… and grew…

“It feels… so good… to let it all… phew… hang out…” Princess Ivana panted, the woman laying atop a set of breasts three times the size of Manon’s. Her belly matched their girth, supporting her evenly as she regained her composure on her bed of flesh.