Chapter 3
Rhaenyra had to adjust to being more full, more often. She wanted to be smart about it, having snacks at odd hours, drinking her calories, etc cetera. The goal was a simple ten pounds, to see how it felt.
Perhaps she'd played the game a bit too smart, as by the time three months passed since their conversation, both Rhaenyra and Alicent were surprised to see that she'd gained fifteen pounds.
It wasn't an astronomical difference, but the changed hadn't gone unnoticed. While she didn't sport much of a belly, her butt had grown a decent enough bit to make putting on her tighter pants a bit of a task, though far from impossible. The same went for her thighs. The subtle increase in thickness gave her frame a bit more heft, and Rhaenyra admired it, though she intended to put a stop to this little experiment sooner rather than later.
"I like it." Rhaenyra said, looking at her butt in the mirror, looking over at Alicent, who was trying her hardest to focus on writing her paper.
"Look!" She beckoned, demanding that Alicent lay eyes on her handiwork.
Alicent looked up, her gold-shocked hazel eyes wide with excitement at what Rhaenyra was displaying to her. "You look..."
"You like all the hard work you've put into me?" Rhaenyra teased, gaging Alicent's reaction to know if she could press further with her teasing.
"Me? You're the one who's been eating everything in front of her... you're impressive." Alicent was always so quick with a compliment.
"If it weren't for you and your weird little fetish, I'd still be a size zero." Rhaenyra joked.
Alicent's cheeks turned red and she immediately turned back to her work, avoiding further teasing from the blonde girl.
She tucked a finger behind her ear, trying in vain to tame the curly red-brown locks that framed her vision every time she ducked her head.
Rhaenyra noticed this, and silently stalked her way over, planting herself firmly in Alicent's lap.
"Huh?" Alicent blinked herself into focus, meeting with Rhaenyra's big, toothy grin.
"What?" That innocent tone always meant mischief.
"Get off me, Rhaenyra, I'm trying to study." Alicent couldn't suppress her smile, either. She tried to lift the blonde off her lap, but that was a surprising effort. It wasn't an effort because she was too heavy, after all, she was hardly a hundred-twenty pounds.
"Hmm, no." Rhaenyra smiled all the wider, enjoying her new seat. "I'm going to stay."
Alicent tried to look annoyed, but she began to laugh. "You're so annoying!" She rolled her eyes.
Rhaenyra, with that signature Targaryen smirk, acknowledged her with a coy "I know," and rested her head on Alicent's shoulder.
Alicent felt a warm calmness wash over her, sinking into her cushy computer chair with Rhaenyra in her lap. This was... exactly how she would have liked to spend her day... after studying, of course.
Rhaenyra rocked the chair gently back and forth, using her legs to swing the chair slowly. "I love you."
That caught Alicent off guard. "I... I love you... Rhaenyra." That was a first for both of them... at least in the context of dating, that was.
Rhaenyra closed her eyes and her breathing softened. "You're comfy." She mumbled, her arms going slack.
Alicent patted her back gently, admiring the small of her back with that same hand, "You're like a house cat, I swear." She rolled her eyes, smiling to herself.
Rhaenyra hummed lazily in response, and let out a soft huff, settling in for a nap.
It was apparent to Alicent that she wasn't going to get any studying done, so with a little effort, she stood up with Rharnyra in her arms, and she settled into bed to nap alongside her longtime crush. This romance still felt too good to be true, and the unconditional acceptance of her kink made every day feel even more like a dream.