Crowning The Queen - Part One

Sorry for the delay, and thank you for your patience while I recovered. Feeling much better now and hope to get a couple more things posted before the end of the month!

Crowning The Queen

By

Brimmingbelly04

Part One

Moments after he woke, Ortheo was all but certain today was going to be the most important day of his life. There had been several other important ones prior, but this day promised to take the crown.

And earn him one too.

It was also going to take everything the young Prince had to get through it, but following some twenty-plus years of mainly leisure, he'd spent the last nine months and three days, preparing for the challenge and subsequent honor.

Assuming he was correct, today, His Royal Highness, Prince Ortheo, was going to be crowned Queen. Following just over a year of marriage, he would ascend to the height of nobility. Becoming Queen was an immense honor, certainly not to be taken lightly, but earning his new title wasn’t the only thing to make the day so important and special…

Hopefully, not long after his Crowning, the twenty-four year old would also officially become a father, or mother as some might consider it. No one, the current Prince included, knew how many new heirs he'd be blessing the kingdom with, but by the looks of it, it promised to be quite many.

Again, it was a very important and honorable day. Unfortunately, it was likely also going to be quite trying for Ortheo, who could only hope he was up to the task so he could make himself, his King and the people of their kingdom, all proud.

“Pains” had been wracking his “divinely” fecund form on and off at random intervals for the last few days. Some had come with a lead up, giving the Prince a few moments to prepare, while others had taken him by surprise. Unfortunately, the latter was more common.

The pain that abruptly roused him from his slumber early that morning, was immediately notably different than any he'd experienced before. It was much stronger, making it much more uncomfortable and intense.

As a result, the twenty-four year old, who regardless of all the ever-mounting challenges and subsequent discomfort he'd endured over the previous months, had always handled things with as much royal grace and composure as he could muster, couldn't help but respond in a way that immediately brought about the shame and trepidation he thought he'd already conquered, but apparently, not.

When this early morning pain hit, before he knew what was happening, Ortheo was yelping at as high a pitch as volume as his massive middle suddenly and simultaneously started to constrict and quake. His chin, which had worked itself into the deep valley of his cleavage while he'd been sleeping, suddenly shot back against the pillows behind it as his upper hand flew to the towering side of his undulating belly.

Quick as he could, the Prince got his yelp under control. Well, sort of… He managed to stop emitting the high-pitched sound he'd inadvertently released, but couldn't stop from letting it transition to a slightly quieter, pained (and somewhat mournful) moan.

As long as he'd been waiting for what he assumed the day would bring, he still wasn't sure if he was ready?

The sudden physical and auditory commotion caused King Edward, Ortheo’s twenty-nine year old husband, and the father of the kingdom's next generation of royals, to stir in the bed next to the Prince. The literal bed next to his own, because Ortheo’s pregnancy (amongst other things) had grown to be so large, that the couple could no longer share a bed, even a king-sized one.

The amount of growing and changing the young Prince had done would have easily been considered absurd in a different realm, but was precisely what was required of this kingdom's Queen, thanks to an arrangement a King long ago had made with a band of powerful warlocks, to guarantee his kingdom's peace and prosperity.

Because of their “sacrifice,” some considered the Queen even more important than the King, but not all. Ortheo understood (or thought he did) what was in store for him should he choose to marry Edward, and gave it much thought. Obviously, he'd made his decision because here he was, now a very changed man from just a year earlier.

Edward let loose a rather undignified snort as he rolled over to face his Prince's back.

“What troubles you?” He asked Ortheo, his naturally deep voice deeper and thicker with the prominent remnants of sleep.

“Oh, Eddie…” the younger Prince groaned louder than he intended to.

The shame he felt increased as he realized that already, he was starting to lose control. He'd been told by the current Queen that at some point, this would happen, but he'd managed to convince himself that he would do better.

To find out he might be wrong so early in the game, or at least overly generous with his faith in himself, was disappointing to say the least.

But the day was still early. Very much so judging by the lack of light coming through the slit in the curtains facing him, and nothing had been confirmed yet.

He rarely called his husband “Eddie.” He only did so when he was absolutely certain it was “just the two of them,” typically in the heat of a certain kind of moment. To do so in the company of anyone else, even family members or their most trusted servants and/or advisors, would've been incredibly inappropriate and disrespectful to the both of them.

They were rulers, after all. Royals. Edward was of course the King, but soon, Ortheo would be the Queen, making them nearly equal.

“What troubles you?” Edward repeated, his voice now a little clearer as it took on more of its natural tone.

“I think today is to be the day,” Ortheo cautiously informed as he rubbed what he could of his swell, feeling countless babes moving beneath his hand. “The pain that just woke me, woke us,” he amended before pausing to take in as much air as his constricted lungs could hold. “It was different. I…”

Edward didn't even intend to huff, let alone for it to sound as doubtful as it did. His warm, unintentionally forced exhale, ghosted at an abrupt rate over the back and exposed side of the neck of the man who might just become his Queen sooner than he expected (or honestly, wanted.)

He was very eager to really become a father, and for Ortheo to become his Queen, but still.

It was fortunate for him that he was King, because Edward was a proud man, sometimes to a fault. He expected not only much from himself, but also from his mate. So far, Ortheo had (more than) proven himself up to the task and any of his expectations, but again, still…

“You know part of my schooling was a deep study of my family's history, right?” The King asked his husband as he scooted closer and pressed himself against his back, most notably his backside.

“I'm aware…” Ortheo replied, less than enthused. “You're always quite happy, eager and proud to provide me with another history lesson.”

Edward chuckled. “What can I say? I'm quite proud of my lineage, and rightfully so, in my not so humble opinion,” He chuckled again. “Thanks to all the private lessons you've had, I assume you're aware that it's been ages since a Queen was Crowned early.”

This time, it was the Prince who huffed. He did so at the same time the King placed his free hand on his pregnancy, and started gently rubbing it as well. The swell containing their overly abundant brood had grown to be so large by then, their hands didn't come close to meeting.

At the moment, Ortheo was glad of that. He was even more glad that the commotion occurring within him was gradually beginning to taper off, not that that meant he'd be getting any more rest that day…

“Well it's also been ages since a Queen, future or current, has gotten as large with child as I have!” He pointed out with a roll of his eyes his husband wasn't able to see since they remained facing away from each other. “When he was expecting you and the rest of your brood, your mother didn't get to be half my size, and there were eight of you!”

“He got bigger…”

“During his third, fifth, ninth, tenth and thirteenth pregnancies,” Ortheo cut back in. “I'm aware! But in all his carryings, your mother never got as big as I am, and this is my first!” He huffed again. “So to say if today is the day that I'm going early, is offensive!”

He wished he was able to see his husband, so he could glare at him and stress how offensive he found his commentary, but amongst many other tasks, simply rolling over under his own accord was no longer possible, and hadn't been for some time. Now (and for some time,) if Ortheo wanted to change position, he required the aid of others, and he didn't see the need to summon them yet as he could still stress his point and feelings without staring and glaring his husband down.

“Even though this is my first carrying, and even though I am the biggest Queen in ages, I've gone past term, even if… only by three days!” He continued, now slightly out of breath. “I'm well beyond packed full with our babes so I advise you to… choose your words a bit more… wisely!”

They may've been royal rulers of a kingdom, but the King and future Queen could (and did) still argue just like any other couple.

Edward sighed. “I suppose you're right.”

“You suppose I'm right?” Ortheo lowered his voice as he ran his hand well across his belly till he found his husband’s, lifted it, and tossed it away.

“I most certainly didn't mean to offend, my love,” Edward said as he immediately placed his discarded hand back on the belly he'd filled so splendidly, this time just beyond Ortheo’s reach. “I'm just excited and…” the King suddenly trailed off.

The Prince waited a few seconds, but his husband didn't continue. “Excited and..?” He repeated in a coaxing manner, even though something told him he wasn't going to like his mate's response.

Whatever told him that was correct.

“Well today cannot be the day!” Edward eventually replied, sounding almost offended at the notion.

Ortheo was (even more) offended he might be. As such, he scoffed.

“I'm fairly certain neither you or I have any say in the matter, even if you are the King! I don't think I am, but we should summon the doctor to be…”

“Your portrait isn’t finished yet!” Edward interjected as he quickly sat up, using his husband’s firm belly to aid him in the process.

The twenty-four year old grunted in response as he rolled his eyes again. “My silly portrait is your greatest concern right now?!”

“It isn’t silly, it’s important, and it’s tradition that it’s revealed at the Crowning!”

“Then it will be. I see no need to break with tradition. What would make you think that?” Ortheo asked, leaving no time for his husband to respond. “Look at me! Look what I turned myself into in order to become your Queen!”

“You did so willingly, after taking more than a week to respond to my proposal, did you not?”

“That's not the point! Of course you'd think it was, but it isn’t!”

Again, all couples argue at some point, be they royal or common.

Edward scoffed. “The point I'm trying to make is that your portrait cannot be revealed if it isn't finished! I must summon the artist, right away!” He said as he hurriedly rolled away and back over, and grabbed the silver bell from his mahogany bedside table.

“The doctor should be summoned first, no?” Ortheo asked. “Again, I don't think I am, but…”

“I shall summon him too,” the King nodded as he rang the bell several times. “As well as your chambermaids and my mother.”

The twenty-four year old groaned. “You do not need to summon your mother.”

“He remains the Queen for the time being.”

“Yes, of course, but the time is too early! Let him sleep a little longer!”

Edward didn't get to respond before one of their night attendants entered their chambers and promptly closed the door behind him, maintaining their privacy. Even more promptly, he gave the King a deep bow, professionally ignoring he and Ortheo’s mutual states of undress.

“Yes, my lord?” He asked as he resumed his full height.

Edward also ignored his nudity. If he was concerned about his husband's, he didn't show it as he quickly got out of bed and headed across the room towards his wardrobe to retrieve a robe, his royal, obviously potent manhood leading the way as it tossed about in front of his strong legs.

“The Prince believes his Crowning is to be today,” the King informed the attendant, who was doing his utmost to look attentive without actually looking at the Prince or King. “I need the doctor and artist summoned, the Prince's chambermaids, and my mother,” he instructed as he selected a robe and yanked it from its hanger. “And have the heralds put on high alert,” he added as he tied the mid-thigh length, perfectly tailored silk garment closed around his perfectly trim waist.

“Right away, my lord,” the attendant said as he gave another quick but just as deep bow before hurriedly turning to exit the chamber.

“Wait!” Edward suddenly shouted as he turned back towards the beds and looked at his husband. “I've changed my mind…” he said slowly and quietly.

“Yes, my lord?” The attendant asked as he whipped back around, this time having the courage to look directly at the King (now that he was clothed) as he awaited further instruction.

Edward didn't immediately respond. Instead, he spent the next few moments silently staring at Ortheo, who while facing the opposite direction, could still feel his husband's intent gaze taking the back of him in.

Even from well across the largest bedroom chamber in the palace, and even from behind, it was beyond evident just how incredibly pregnant his husband was. How pregnant Edward had gotten him… Other things, also related to Ortheo's condition were evident as well, a specific one having caught the King's attention (again,) which in turn, had caused him to reconsider the orders he'd given the attendant, or at least the order of them.

“First have the heralds alerted, then summon those requested,” the King amended. “But do not allow them or anyone else, yourself included, entry till I ring again,” he stressed.

“Edward…” Ortheo immediately protested at the requested delay.

The attendant, who'd already opened his mouth to respond, suddenly closed it. He didn't know what to do..? Never before had the King and the Prince “disagreed” in front of him. The poor man thought he knew whose order to take, the King’s, obviously, but if Prince Ortheo thought today was the day he was to become Queen..?

As Queen, he still wouldn't be quite equal to the King, but he would the Queen, so..?

Clearly sensing the attendant's dilemma, while simultaneously noting his reverence and dedication to both himself and his husband, Edward gave him another wink which he coupled with a reassuring nod.

“Your King has given you your orders,” he said.

“Yes, my lord,” the attendant nodded back as he bowed before turning back to the door, which he hurriedly opened, went back through and closed again.

“Eddie!” Ortheo exhales, still facing opposite his husband (because what other choice did he have?) more casually protested again once he knew they had their chambers back to “just themselves.”

“Yes, my love?” The King replied, fully awake now and by then, also half “at attention” as he went back to ogling his husband’s fat and tempting (to put it extremely tamely) backside.

The Prince released another huff before responding. “If today is to be the day, what time remains is of the essence, is it not? So why on earth would you request a delay?! Things take time in my condition, and…”

“You don't understand my reasoning?” Edward asked.

“Obviously not!”

“You will in a moment,” he replied as he approached the beds, undoing his robe as he went.

The King let the robe fall to the floor and then climbed onto his bed. He crawled across the mattress in a rather undignified manner, then across the unavoidable dip between the two, despite the beds being pushed as close together as possible. When he reached Ortheo’s mattress, he laid down on his side in the small space behind him and then scooted forward, closing the distance between them.

His now almost fully inflated manhood was first to make contact, poking his Prince's fat bottom cheek, which bulged out more than usual from one wide side being compressed by the bed. Actually, not more than usual, because Ortheo rarely left the bed anymore as doing so had become such a chore that required much aid and assistance.

“Edward!”

“My love… If today is to be the day, we must take advantage of the time that remains, waning as it may be,” the King replied as he draped his upper arm and hand over his husband's belly and gently started to rub it again.

This time, Ortheo didn’t huff, groan or push Edward’s hand away. This time he moaned.

Even though vigorous sex was precisely what had led to his condition and all the challenges it presented, and even though the act itself had almost come to be too cumbersome for he and the King to perform on their own, Ortheo still wanted to do it more than ever. Not only was the Prince young and naturally horny, now, he was not only teeming with breastmilk and babies, but an ungodly amount of hormones, taking his needs and desires to new heights.

Though it had yet to be confirmed, the royal couple acted on the likelihood that today was the day, and got to it, not bothering with any foreplay, not that much was even possible in their position. Edward took his hand from his pregnancy as Ortheo reached back. Each placed their hand on his upper cheek, slowly and gently raising it till the twenty-four year old's now very puffy and prominent hole was mostly exposed.

Much like the rest of him, the appearance (not to mention, ability) of his hole had changed greatly over the course of the babes’ gestation, especially more recently… In order to best prepare for the delivery of the innumerable heirs Ortheo contained, his husband, doctor, and the occasional doctor’s aide, had been working to gradually stretch his hole to better accommodate the large babes’ future use of it.

The process had begun around two months ago, with whomever was performing it using a couple greased fingers in a slow and circular motion. That was nothing, so things quickly progressed from there…

The doctor or the occasional aide introduced various medical instruments and devices, while Edward introduced toys. Aside from one thing that frequently went into the Prince (more on that in a bit,) everything else whomever “forced” (a term that was becoming more and more relaxed) into his expanded rear, was never exceptionally long. The purpose of these “exercises” was to stretch Ortheo, so the girth of the objects was more important than their length.

Girth was increased every few days until finally, hands, actual hands, royal and/or medical, were added into the mix. While instruments and toys were sometimes still utilized, whether by request or the doctor's recommendation, for over the last month, everyday without fail, the next Queen was fisted once, if not usually twice, for no less than half an hour each time.

This… development took Ortheo some getting used to, mentally and physically, but that wasn't much different from all the other changes his first pregnancy had brought about.

 In continued addition to the doctor's recommended exercises, whenever Edward got the chance, usually immediately following his most recent turn fisting his husband, the King would use his impressive manhood to help his eventual Queen get and stay as loose as possible. Edward and Ortheo were both fortunate that the King’s member was a rather impressive specimen, otherwise as the royal pregnancy progressed and the Prince continued to grow and expand in just about every dimension, it wouldn't have remained up to the task…

 When fully excited, the Edward came in at just over 9” in length, and a very healthy 6 ½” in width. Early on in their relationship, it'd been quite the challenge for the Prince to take the King, but not anymore, and it never would be again…

Everyone's various and thorough efforts had their intended effect. Ortheo, who'd always only been a bottom, and had always enjoyed having sex with his husband as frequently and vigorously as they could (once he'd gotten accustomed to his meaty member) had never been more loose than he was now.

Whether he'd be loose enough when the time came remained the question, but it was looking (and feeling) more and more like the odds were in his favor. Unfortunately for the next Queen, the way he came to this realization wasn't very pleasant or polite, but in the end, couldn't be avoided…

Royal or common, with organs eventually constricted and temporarily forced out of place, food intake increased, etc., pregnancy tends to be a rather flatulent affair. With his organs so constricted, his food intake having come to be so great, and his hole having been stretched so much, so frequently, by so many different things, not to be crass, but Ortheo hadn’t trusted “sending forth a wind” in some time and yet he did much more frequently than he would’ve liked.

The more advanced his pregnancy got, the “windier” the Prince became. It got to the point that wind just whooshed and/or all too easily just burst right out of him, usually without warning, and there was literally nothing he could do to stop it.

Fortunately, all those who still had access to Ortheo (who hadn’t been seen in public for almost three months, ever since his mobility had really started to become an issue) knew better than to comment on, laugh at or otherwise acknowledge if and when this happened. Still, when it did, most of the time, the Prince still found it quite embarrassing.

Even though there was nothing he could do about it, he still frequently complained to the doctor about this “affliction,” but his concern and dismay was never shared. Every time he complained, the older man assured the Prince that not only was this to be considered normal, but “a good thing.”

According to the doctor, Ortheo having lost his ability to retain his wind till a proper time and place for release, simply meant that “all the babes” would have “that much more room and ease to exit.” It was also good that whether it “knew” it or not, the Prince’s fecund body had retained the ability to know “what was what.” In other words, Ortheo may’ve come to be quite windy, but at least he didn’t have any “incidents,” which would’ve been much more embarrassing.

But almost every time he inadvertently “belched from below” in someone else’s presence (which happened more times a day than could be counted) needless to say, Ortheo wished he hadn’t. But as is the case with most things, there is always an exception…

It hadn’t started off that way, but eventually, the twenty-four year old got over being embarrassed when he broke wind in front of the King. That was fortunate as it happened so often, but “better” for a very much unexpected reason.

For reasons the Prince certainly didn’t understand, the King had come to love it when his loosened hole “talked back” to him, which it did once again as Edward slowly inserted his manhood as deep as he could inside it. Because of how (incredibly) large and round Ortheo’s bottom had gotten, and because the positions they could still be coital in had been limited to one (the twenty-four year old Prince facing away and laying on his side,) “gifted” as Edward was below the belt, it had been months since he'd last (literally) been able to bottom out inside his royal mate.

The greatly increased size of Ortheo’s rear and the only position still available to them, weren’t the only reasons King Edward could no longer reach as deep as he once had inside what would soon become his first of many, many children’s entrance into the world… The other reason was because of how the orifice now physically presented itself.

Due to its frequent use and thorough stretching, coupled with its continued use for its “intended purpose” with the King, the twenty-four year old’s anus now more closely resembled a woman’s parts. A woman’s very much puffy and swollen, “well used and abused” parts.

As much as it’d been “used and abused” (solely with Ortheo’s consent and utmost appreciation) in the past, his hole had lost its cute, relatively “dainty” status. Now, it along with the skin and muscle surrounding it, retained a constant state of engorgement and a deep hue of pinkness, which it most likely would keep for the rest of his (God-willing,) long life.

After all, becoming the Queen of this kingdom was quite literally transformative.

“Oh God, Eddie!” Ortheo loudly moaned over his hole’s most recent attempt at making “conversation.”

As he did, his eyes rolled almost all the way back in their sockets. The pleasure he got, even now when he had much on his mind and he was physically so burdened, was simply incredible.

As much as his impending Crowning worried and excited him, this, what his husband, the King, was doing to him, what he’d done to him, excited him more. The moment Edward most recently entered him as deeply as possible, Ortheo’s own member went as hard as one of the (many, many) diamonds that would adorn the crown he was likely going to “earn” that day.

Unfortunately, due to their mass of heirs, it was out of both he and Edward’s reach, but the Prince still enjoyed the feeling of it throbbing against the underside of his pregnancy. There was little room down there, so the friction added to his pleasure.

As a loyal (and royal) bottom, Ortheo understood that one of his most subordinate duties was to make sure his King was always satisfied before he ever worried about his own “reward.” Fortunately, Edward was an attentive lover, and had become even more so once Ortheo began expressing physical signs he was to be the next Queen.

Still holding onto his younger husband’s higher cheek, Edward began slowly thrusting back and forth. After several tender and languid strokes, he pulled his manhood all the way out, earning himself more commentary from Ortheo’s backside.

“That’s right, my love..” the King said, his voice getting deeper again, this time with lust. “Speak to me…”

As much as he would’ve still been able to, since the Prince no longer had control over when his hole “spoke,” he replied with his mouth in the form of a moan. Because they were expecting company soon, and he wasn’t sure where they were at the moment, possibly already standing out in the hall, waiting for Edward to ring his bell, Ortheo muffled his extended moan by pressing his mouth tightly against his very bloated left breast.

The orb was so big, he didn’t have to crane his neck much at all. It was so bloated that it hardly had any give to it, but it did the trick and quieted his pleasure, just in case the soon-to-be parents didn’t have the privacy the King thought they did.

When Edward inserted himself again, he did so a little harder and faster, causing his husband’s rear to belch in slight protest as it hardly could protest any intrusion anymore. Once the King was as deep as he could get, he resumed his thrusts but increased the force behind them some, causing his younger mate to jostle and the bed he lay prone on, to groan beneath him.

There was much to move now, but much of it was simply too big and heavy to join in on the action as much as other parts. Ortheo’s belly lulled atop the mattress, but because it was so heavy and tightly packed, it didn’t wobble and/or jiggle as much as his bottom, thickened thighs and extremely enlarged and engorged teats.

“Oh… Edward!” The Prince panted quietly after pulling his mouth away from his breast, which remained in close proximity.

Prior to getting pregnant, Ortheo had had nice, impressively large and firm pecs for a man his age. Things were different now…

Now, he had milk-filled breasts, each of which had grown to be the size of a pregnant belly in preparation to feed he and Edward’s first brood. Not that it was much consolation, but each breast had only grown to the size of a much more typical pregnant belly.

Ridiculously enormous as Ortheo’s breasts had grown, they were actually in scale with his pregnancy, which meant his biggest orb had grown to be absolutely gargantuan. Before getting pregnant, six of the Prince’s eight abdominals had been clearly defined, with the last two making good progress in revealing themselves as he’d always done his best to remain physically fit and desirable to Edward. Those days were over…

Now, he couldn’t even get out of bed with significant assistance from at least three other people. Speaking of beds again, the “former” Prince, coupled with his “new” pregnancy-sized breasts, would’ve left a less than comfortable amount of room for the King to be included. Add in his belly, and it was no wonder another entire bed had been added to their chambers so the royal couple could continue “sleeping together.”

Capable as his body had proven itself of growing and expanding, there are certain parts of one’s form that simply do not grow or expand. As a combined result, Ortheo’s belly and teats looked completely out of scale on him. They practically were him now, and this was only his first of what would hopefully, be many, many pregnancies. It was unlikely every future carrying would be so fruitful, but the kingdom’s next Queen was certainly off to an (overly) impressive start.

Edward was beyond pleased, not only in himself and his contributions to the matter, but of course, his choice in mate. He'd already been proud of Ortheo but now, he was even more so. The happy King was eager to reveal his husband at his Crowning…

All those who hadn't seen Ortheo in months were going to be proud and happy as well. And in awe. Most of the subjects hadn't even been alive the last time a Queen, Edward’s grandmother, had carried (presumably) a bigger brood.

But even as he was relishing in the immense pleasure of what would likely be the last “horizontal refreshment” he would enjoy with Ortheo till after he'd recovered from birthing all their many, many babes, Edward couldn't help but be a little concerned as well…

Ortheo was a strong, young, healthy and obviously virile mate. His good looks and former physicality were the reasons Edward had initially honed in on the younger man when he made his first appearance at court. Svelte as he'd been at the time, the still Prince wasn't the grandest male specimen in terms of size… At 6’3” tall, Edward had a good 5 ½” inches on him in height, and had outweighed him by at least 25 lbs.

Now, his shorter, much rounder and bulbous husband weighed almost twice as much as he did, and was still growing…

Prior to the pregnancy, despite their (former) size difference, the King never would've called the love of his life diminutive, but now..? Because of the deal with the warlocks his great, great, great, great grandfather had made, Edward had been well aware Ortheo was going to drastically change once he came to be with child but sometimes, even though he'd been right there the whole time to see, feel and assist with some or all of said changes, he still couldn't/didn't believe they'd occurred.

Physically, the Ortheo he'd married was gone, never to return again, even if God forbid, this ended up being his first and only carrying. Mentally, the Prince Edward had wed, remained, but that could (and probably would to a degree) change as well once he took his mother's place as Queen.

Fortunately, the twenty-nine year old King had already changed mentally… While he sometimes still missed the “old” Ortheo, something in Edward’s brain about what ultimately attracted him to his husband, had switched gears.

That was good because his mate for life was never going to be svelte again… Never again would he have visible abdominals that looked as if they'd been chiseled from marble, let alone pecs. No matter how many more heirs Ortheo carried and birthed after this, his body had already been too greatly transformed to ever revert to a state close to its original, and the young King was fine with that.

More than fine with it, actually. It excited him in every way, to almost no end.

As such, with a deep grunt he didn't bother to muffle, and one hard, final thrust he held as still and as deep as he could in his Prince, Edward released.

Copiously, like he almost always did. Given how corpulent his releases usually were, it was no wonder the twenty-four year old had gotten so pregnant.

As Edward’s meaty manhood let loose more and more royal seed, Ortheo’s soon-to-be birth canal belched again as he released an appreciative, unmuffled moan from his mouth as he felt himself being further filled.

Had he not proven himself capable of stretching so much already, in just about every degree and dimension, the Prince would've feared bursting, but he knew well by then that he was (more than) capable of taking a little more…

Ortheo also knew that even though his manhood hadn't been touched except for all the rubbing it was doing against his belly, he was on the verge of release. Half a moment later, as Edward continued to baste his insides, the Prince also let loose a powerful emission, which coated the unyielding underside of his divinely fecund “burden.”

Did Ortheo let this be known? No, because that wouldn't have been proper, at least not at this moment. Instead, he let his husband focus on his pleasure while he quietly enjoyed his own, only letting out a small but content coo as he closed his eyes, took his hand from his bottom and placed it on the side of his belly, which thankfully, wasn't “troubled.”

It was still rocking due to Edward's now slowing thrusts, but thankfully, it wasn’t moving due to any internal reasons. Countless internal reasons.

Following the most recent (and different) pain, the babes had calmed back down, which was a great relief. Carrying so many, all of whom had come to be quite a substantial size, it could be rather… intense for Ortheo when they were active, which according to the current Queen, happened to a “great” degree more often than not during labor and delivery.

Something else for Ortheo to “look forward to” today. Maybe…

The doctor still needed to confirm his suspicion. His royal portrait also needed to be completed beforehand if protocol and tradition weren't to be broken. There was much to check and potentially do, and many people were going to be involved, not even including the many “small” ones the Prince currently contained.)

While they were of course of the utmost importance, quite literally being innumerable, he saw no point in “counting” them yet.

Already, the twenty-four year old felt tired and increasingly anxious, even as he rode the coattails of his pleasure. He also felt Edward twitch one last time before slowly pulling all the way out with a deep and content sigh.

As soon as the King was free from its warmth, Ortheo’s hole proceeded to languidly “thank him” for his most recent deposit, causing Edward to chuckle as he leaned in to kiss his neck.

“Now, we can get this potentially momentous day off to its busy start!” The King said as he pulled back, leaning down to kiss the side of the Prince's belly.

He was going to miss it when it was gone, not that it would ever entirely disappear. Going forward, Ortheo would always look like he was with child to a certain extent, whether he actually was or not. God willing, he would be many, many, many more times and maybe if they were lucky, he would get even larger than he was now?

“Must we?” Ortheo asked with a quiet sigh.

He was eager to learn if he was to be crowned today, but less eager about everything else. The King chuckled again as he scooted away and worked himself back to the far edge of his bed.

“Yes, we must,” he confirmed as he climbed off, bent over and picked his robe up off the ground.

After tying it back around him, the King grabbed his silver bell and walked around the beds till he was finally able to see his husband, who looked somewhat apprehensive but still more attractive to him than ever. As he leaned down to kiss Ortheo tenderly on the lips, Edward’s thick but well-kept beard tickled the top of his bloated bosom, causing the Prince to shudder in momentary overstimulation.

“Ready?” The King asked, returning to his full height and raising the bell but not ringing it yet.

Ortheo sighed. Yes and no. He didn't have the heart to tell his husband he was scared. Assuming his Crowning was to take place, today of all days, he wanted to make him proud, so he forced himself to smile up at Edward as he gave him a small nod.

“I'm ready.”

The King smiled back as he rang his bell. A moment later, the chamber door opened and the night attendant stepped back in and bowed again.

“All at once, my Lord, or..?”

“The doctor, the Prince's maids and my mother first,” Edward replied.

“Edward…” Ortheo said quietly.

“Just the doctor and the maids for now,” the King quickly amended, nodding at the attendant, who promptly went to fetch the man.

“Thank you,” the Prince exhaled in slight relief.

He had nothing against his father/mother-in-law, he just knew that if today was the day, he was going to be seeing a lot of him, so a little longer without was appreciated.

As he looked down and out at his divinely fecund self, Ortheo really would've appreciated a few more moments just to it (and Edward,) but the night attendant returned in a flash with the doctor and his chambermaids in tow.

The time had come to find out if the Prince's inkling was right.