This choice: Morfil, the carefree merfolk • Go Back...Chapter #5Morfil the Merry by: Mercer   Bosch Keep, the royal palace that lies at the heart of Adinah, the big city itself of Yndyre. It is the subject of romantic fantasy for all. Many envision what life at the royal palace might be like, and how blessed the King and his court are to live at the highest stack of the social pyramid.
But in the minds of everyone, none are more blessed than the King's harem. It is made up of women from every known diverse group found in all of Yndyre, inspiring rumors that King Roland aspires to be a collector of his kingdom's numerous cultures. Of course, there is plenty of whisper amongst commoners as to the real reason the young ruler eagerly courts so many women to be his concubines.
Besides rumors of the king having a notoriously strong libido and taste for particularly shaped women, there's the undeniable truth in how the selected harem females live. They come in to the palace, usually thin as rails or pleasantly plump, and next thing everyone sees or hears via word of mouth, the women in question have gotten too big to stay on their feet for long. But of course, most don't think too much about it; royalty folk are expected to have well-fed figures, the ultimate proof of good-living and power.
And yet, it's clear that when it comes to the court ladies, it's more than just simply living the good life.
None exemplify that better than Morfil, the resident mermaid of the King's concubines.
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"Ugh. Sooooooooooooooo. Booooooooooooored-dah," moaned a massive, wobbling mountain of flesh floating in the middle of the room. The jello-like being floated spread-eagle on the water surface, resembling a buoy shaped like an over-inflated and very round life raft. Every bit of her quivered ever so slightly as the water carried her lazily around, but none wobbled as strongly as the surface of the towering belly.
Morfil's eyes were glazed and unfocused, seeing nothing past the giant swell of her middle or even her bloated breasts. Not that she cared, because at the moment all she really focused on was the imaginary abyss.
"So bored. Booorrrred. Boring. Borrrrrrrrrrring. Borrriiiiinnnng-gah," she droned, her chins flexing and folding with the effort of moving her mouth.
On the far side of the room, the shallow spot of the massive pool tank that made up the entirety of said room, stood two plump handmaidens, ever faithful to their ladies desires. Actually, only one of them stood. The other was apparently sharing in her lady's boredom, bare feet dunked in the water while she balanced a game board on her lap, playing idly with the pieces.
"Is there anything you would like, my lady?" the dutiful of the handmaidens asked, shooting a disapproving glance at her more laid back counterpart.
"Hmmmmmmm..." Morfil thought long and hard, tilting her head as best as she could in her floating position, and as much as her swaddling fat allowed. "Nah, I'm good."
"Anything to eat, my lady?"
"I could eat, buuuuut..." the massive mermaid brought one fattened hand to stroke idly at her closest belly roll. She was not one to turn down food. In fact, she practically lived by food. It was one of the reasons she had ended up captured and sold to the king in the first place. Yet as much as she could stuff her gullet endlessly, she wasn't feeling the want for it at the moment. "Meh. Even food sounds boring right now..."
"Surely there is something we can--"
"Oh, give it up, Mila," the more laid back of the handmaidens spoke up, her eyes not lifting from her game board. "If Lady Morfil wants something, she will let us know. Don't stress about it."
"Well one of us has to stay on duty, eh, Lina?" the brunette responded sternly towards her twin.
"Oh Gods," Lina rolled her eyes. "Live a little, would you?"
"Like you, you mean?"
"Yes, like me."
"Then we would never do our work!"
"Girls, girls, peace," said Morfil, fighting back a yawn for the sake of speaking in a matronly tone. "Don't fight, please. You both do plenty for me."
"Yes, my lady/Sorry, my lady."
Morfil hummed back in response, resuming staring at the ceiling. What to do, what to do...
Just when it seemed she was about to drown out the world in another bout of boredom, the merfolk's eyes grew wide as an idea suddenly came to light. If she were able to in her present position, she would be slapping herself in the forehead for not thinking about this sooner. How could she have forgotten?
"Ooh, I know--glrrrggh!"
In her excitement, Morfil had attempted to lunge forward, and was immediately reminded by the mighty, unconquerable mountain that was her belly. She only got half a second of a craned-forward position before her lesser stamina and aforementioned gut pushed her back with enough force to dunk her head backwards into the water.
Mila and Lina stared, the former keeping a perfectly schooled expression while the latter quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
"What was that, my Lady?" Lina asked in a lethargic, uncaring tone, earning a kick-splash of water from her sister that drenched her upper body. "Oh no, my game."
"Then pick up the pieces," Mila snarled, keeping her eyes on the blobby shape of her mistress as she pivoted herself circularly on the pool's surface so she could look at them properly. "What do you wish, my Lady?" she asked once the mermaid's eyes were locked on hers.
Morfil's bloated face lit up with child-like excitement, her massive form quivering uncontrollably as she giggled. "Wasn't there supposed to be someone coming in today? I seem to recall just now!"
The twin handmaidens blinked together, and then smiled slightly.
"Ah, indeed! I remember writing it down. A moment, please..." Mila spoke, walking off and stepping out of pool, her feet making wet smacks upon the marble floor as she neared a table with a ledger scroll upon it. "Let's see..."
"Who is it?" Morfil asked with a wide, innocent smile, rubbing what little she could reach of her middle.
Mila held up the ledger and cleared her throat. "It is..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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