Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I then take a better look and realize that it's a human. Or a humanoid. Perhaps a human shaped monster. I lean towards the third option.

I can't identify this organism properly but what I can tell is that it's a female specimen, and that she is morbidly obese.

Now, when I use that term, I really do mean it. As a person born and raised in the land of the free, I've seen my fair share of overweight people, and I'm not a 'fat shamer' at all. Your body, your choice. I'm way too self-important and absorbed to care about what other people do with their own bodies.

She reminds me of the people who had their fat protrusions lurching down from their mobility scooters, wedged into airplane seats like sardines in a can, their bodies expanding to fill every available inch of space.

This newcomer rivals the widest earthlings, if not outright triumphs all of them. Her arms, with their flabby wings, hang heavily at her sides. Her belly, a massive apron of flesh, spills out in front of her, swaying with every step. Her legs are rivaling the girth of multiple-decades old tree trunks. She breathes with a labored wheeze, each inhalation an obvious effort.

Her body is veiled in something like a robe- I imagine no proper clothing attire could fit her form well enough.

The sight is so unexpected and bizarre that I momentarily forget the situation, staring at her in a mix of shock and curiosity. Just how did someone like her manage to sneak up on us so quietly?

If there's one thing she helped me with, it's that she made my Excalibur shamefully retreat with a white flag. My once-mighty weapon, the source of my pride, shrinks back, flaccid and defeated. It's the smallest it's been since my Primordial Breeding Physique transformation, and possibly even since I became an adult.

Thanks to this unexpected turn of events, I can at least focus on our new guest without any distractions.

Clearing my throat, I try to compose myself and address the unexpected visitor. "Uh, hello there. Didn't see you coming." I offer a polite smile.

The woman shifts her weight, which causes her entire frame to ripple like a gelatinous wave. Her face is surprisingly pleasant, considering the circumstances, with kind eyes that seem to twinkle with mirth as if she's in on some cosmic joke I'm not privy to.

"Sorry to startle you," she says, her voice a rich, deep contralto that matches her rather imposing presence. "I didn't mean to interrupt your... activities."

Blossom, who is still recovering from our earlier exertions sits up with a dreamy expression. Her tail thumps the ground lightly in contentment. "Master," she murmurs, evidently still half-lost in her post-orgasm haze, "are we... Are we going to invite her to join us?"

I cough worse than an elderly chain smoker in the middle of a stroke at her delirious suggestion. "I think it's best if we focus on introductions for now, Blossom."

She could probably give my spear a good match, if I manage to find her cave entrance that is… And if by some miracle I manage to get it up. However, we will never know for certain, and that's an undeniable fact.

Just imagining this horror-scenario has caused my stomach to churn and my mighty Excalibur to attempt to further shrivel and disappear for good. I will have to give Blossom a serious spanking later.

Thinking of her plump behind has caused me to cheer up almost instantly. I finished my business with Blossom less than a minute ago but I want to return to my newfound favorite location- her folds- already. Her body is so sinfully compatible with mine that it should be illegal.

The newcomer introduces herself with a warm smile, her voice deep and resonant. "I'm Marjorie," she begins, her cheeks turning a rosy shade as she gestures toward the road behind her. "I'm the wife of Broderick, the leader of the mithril-ranked adventurer team known as 'Broderick's Busty Belles & Queens, or BBBQ for short.'"

What. The. Fuck.

What a horrible adventurer team name.

This Broderick dude has some serious issues in multiple aspects.

Hold the phone for a second, did she just say mithril?! The third highest rank on the ladder? The guy with a fat fetish and his morbidly obese wives? Did I cum so much in Blossom that I'm hallucinating? This has to be a fever dream…

Marjorie shifts her bulk, causing the earth beneath us to tremble slightly. "We accepted an Orc subjugation quest out of Braedon," she explains, her voice brimming. "But I had a bit too much greasy food for breakfast... and, well, nature called."

A bit too much?

"I had to take care of business in the bushes," she continues, waving a hand toward the forest. "Unfortunately, it took longer than expected- about an hour, give or take. I suppose I overindulged at breakfast."

Overindulged?

"My husband couldn't wait for me. He was worried about potential Orc captives and went ahead. "I tried to follow them," Marjorie adds, a hint of sheepishness in her tone. "But, well... I'm not the best at sneaking… I couldn't even capture one orc to ask for directions to their hideout!"

The mighty clapping of your ginormous asscheeks alerted the orcs to your presence and they bolted before you could approach?

This has to be a joke. Where are the candid cameras? I didn't consent to being filmed!

"I'm not much of a scout," she admits, looking genuinely apologetic. "So, I thought maybe you could help me find their hideout?"

I am quick to reject her. "We would love to help, Marjorie, but we can't just leave our wares as such. Furthermore, how do you know we are good scouts? Oh, before all that, please would you explain to me how we failed to notice your approach yet the orcs didn't? I might've been occupied with my girl but I'm confident Hana should've heard you."