Chapter 4
The final day of class had drawn to a close.
That was that for the semester.
"Well, are you going home?" Alicent asked, watching Rhaenyra as the blonde helped her pack.
"No... I want to stay the summer. There's nothing for me at home, so I figure I'll just stay here, so we don't have to renew the lease." Rhaenyra stood up from her packing, and turned to face Alicent.
The effects of their new lifestyle were apparent, especially to the formerly trim and slim Rhaenyra.
She glowered at Alicent as she struggled to button her pants, "See what you've done to me?" She asked, in mock anger. Thankfully, Alicent had caught on, and readjusted to Rhaenyra's sense of humor. She wasn't shaming the Hightower girl, in fact it was the opposite. She was trying to fluster her. It was easy, after all. Alicent still bore much of that shame, and her already timid nature made it all the more fun to draw out the boldness she hides so deep down.
Alicent felt her cheeks flush, "M-m-me?" She fell right into it. Rhaenyra was so quick to ensnare poor Alicent with her behavior.
"Yes, you. You did this. You made me fat." Rhaenyra said, putting both hands on either side of her belly. Impressively, in the entirety of five months, she'd gained nearly fifty pounds.
Rolls were now a permanent fixture on her belly, though they were rather subtle, still.
Her hips flared out a bit more, making it impossible to fit into most any pants that weren't stretchy. The same went for her now more formidable behind, as she'd begun developing a shelf-ass.
Rhaenyra's face was beginning to round slightly, and she had a double chin almost all the time, which made Alicent all the more flustered when the Targaryen girl smiled, if that were ever possible.
Alicent found herself staring again, and she blinked the fog out of her eyes. "Do... you want to... stop?"
Rhaenyra bit hard on her lip, "I don't think I can..." she said, feigning helplessness. "Especially when you're so generous with all the goodies you keep gifting me, how could I ever go back to being slim again?" The mock sadness and sarcasm was dripping from her voice, much like Alicent was beginning to drip from other places, namely her mouth.
Alicent licked her lips and swallowed hard, trying to quell the heat growing in her crotch and in her throat. She wanted to make a noise, but all that came out was a sharp breath.
Rhaenyra, still surprisingly elegant for a nearly hundred-seventy pound girl, closed the gap between them, and pressed herself against Alicent, belly-to-belly, and she stole a steamy kiss, gently dancing her tongue around Alicent's, little huffs and moans punctuating each cascade of her tongue or dance of her elegant lips against Alicent's own plump, paralyzed lips.
Alicent nearly fell over, if for no other reason than the force with which Rhaenyra collided with her. She was definitely getting a little too heavy to pretend to be able to handle her... and that made Alicent all the more aroused. Her heart began thumping in her chest, and by the time Rhaenyra had begun making out with her, Alicent could feel her heartbeat thundering in her neck and in her ears.
She breathed heavy through her nose and her throat relaxed, letting tiny moans slip as her mouth was so expertly massaged by Rhaenyra's dexterous tongue.
Her knees buckled slightly and Alicent felt her weight shift slightly forward before she caught herself, and her eyes sprung open.
Rhaenyra felt this all go down, and watched with blazing purple eyes as soon as she felt the first jolt, devouring the lust that poured from Alicent's every pore. She drank it up and it made her drunk, absolutely intoxicated by the beautiful, anxious, clumsy, impossibly adorable Hightower girl in her arms.
Alicent giggled airily, "You're so pretty."
Rhaenyra cackled wickedly, "Just because I'm fat?"
Alicent felt her face flush again, "W-what? No, I—"
Rhaenyra laughed. "You're so easy!" She snorted, "I can make you blush just by looking at you." She laughed.
Alicent felt herself laugh as well, and she gently leaned back, her head bumping gently against the wall. "Take me to bed." She whispered, gently putting her arms out above Rhaenyra's head. "Carry me." She cooed.
"Why don't I take you to bed on foot?" Rhaenyra suggested, gently tugging Alicent toward her bed. She knew what Alicent wanted... she could practically hear her dripping with excitement. It certainly didn't take a genius to pick up on Alicent's sexual arousal.
She gently pushed Alicent down and spread her legs, rubbing gently on her wetness. Deftly, Rhaenyra pulled off her shorts, her panties, and then her shirt, laying the Hightower pillow princess bare.
"I do everything..." Rhaenyra said, a smug, satisfied smirk plastered across her face.
"I like when you do everything." Alicent said, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "I haven't even had a chance to feed you, yet..." she said, her eyes shifting away for a long moment.
Rhaenyra laughed softly, leading Alicent's hands to her soft belly, "We need to change that, don't we?" She purred, gently trailing those hands downward, "but I think first, you should just sit back... enjoy... let me play with my Allie-cat." She purred.
Alicent's eyes squeezed shut as pleasure shot through her entire body. She hadn't been so easy to turn on since, well, ever.
The orgasms shocked her one after the other, and came easier than she'd ever imagined. She must have let Rhaenyra play with her clit for easily a half-hour before passing out from the sheer exhaustion of all that orgasming.
Sweaty sheets were lazily draped over the two of them as the couple fell asleep in each other's embrace...