Wish to live in the castle.

You close your eyes and ponder your options deeply. What is it you truly desire the most? Money? Power? Fame? Your mind swims in circles until you feel the King's adipose shifting beneath you and your attention snaps back to his face sunken deep between cheeks so fat they each require a brawny body to hold them at bay as well as the throngs of other suitors worshiping every divine roll of his majesty's glorious obesity and endlessly funneling food into his insatiable maw to grow his mountainous blubber ever larger and closer to becoming the perfect image of divine gluttony everyone in Grasia worshiped and aspired to. Suddenly, you knew exactly what you wanted. With every fiber of your being. Without a shadow of a doubt. You wanted to become a part of his Majesty's harem of devout suitors. To live in the castle basking in his glorious excess while enjoying it for yourself. To grow fat in the image of your glorious king.

"I... I wish to live in the castle with you. As one of your devout servants, my Lord." You lower your head down in fealty upon one of his dozens of soft heavy chins cascading down from between the canyon of his massive cheeks.

King Geraint lets out a low heavy purr before his stoic expression shifts into a wide grin as he belts out with a deep and hearty laugh that sends waves rolling through his mighty expanse.

"Is that all? Such a modest request." He remarks merrily. "Very well. By the power vested in us as king of Grasia, land of plenty, we now bestow upon thee the title: Swain ______ ______." There's a brief pause before a thunderous rumble surfaces among the chorus of gurgling and churning coming from the King's guts. "Very well, let's get back to the feeding, shall we? Rodrick!" He calls out and an extremely rotund dragon with blue and gold scales perks his head up from groping and kneading his patch of rolls that presumably were a part of King Geraint's right moob.

"Yes, my Liege?" He responds with pure reverence for the King.

"Please show Swain ______ to his new quarters in the castle."

"As you wish, your Majesty." He says as he picks himself up from his place of worship, giving you a good look at how wide and soft he is, his lapis scales glittering ever so slightly in the light pouring in through the palace windows. He was just as fat as Wolfgang though with far less muscle tone in the arms with an ample ass that rivaled Aspen's. His belly sways almost hypnotically as he awkwardly lumbered across the King's undulating adipose over to you and outstretched his hand. "Please come with me." he instructs politely before you take his hand and begin to descend his Majesty's mountain of rolls and folds.

After your graceful from the King's mountain of blubber you regroup outside the chambers with Wolfgang and Aspen. Despite the almost comical lack of fanfare you were absolutely bursting with joy inside at your newly attained rank of Swain. Even though all it really meant was that you're just a member of the King's royal harem, you wouldn't dream of asking for anything else.

"Ahaha! There you are, how'd it go with the King, huh?" Wolfgang asks with a toothy grin and you notice Aspen looking flushed once again -- though this time the bulge in his pants seems to be leaking.

"Well, he thanked me for the pumpkins and offered me a wish as a token of gratitude," You say a bit awkwardly, suddenly realizing all the things you passed up to be the king's servant, "So, I... asked to... become a part of... his harem..." You falter at the end feeling foolish for this decision.

Wolfgang suddenly bursts into uproarious laughter. "Oh man, how many times is he gonna get people like that! Ya'd think he was an incubus or somethin'!" He bellows through tears of laughter. "Oh man, I can't blame ya tough." He wipes the tears from his eyes, finally calming down a bit "He is quite the impressive figure. It's no wonder he rakes in the ass like he does." He starts to grin again as a lecherous spark creeps back into his eyes and he gropes the air in front of him. "Why I'd like to get back there, whip my cock out and just plow until- HGH!" He's cut off by Aspen administering a firm jab to the side, the deer keeping his head turned away with an indignant expression. Wolfgang growls at Aspen for a brief moment before looking like he's put something together in his head. "I see~. Well, I guess this means yer gonna be livin' in the castle now, huh?"

"Indeed." Rodrick chimes in and places a scaled hand on your shoulder. "I was just about to show Swain ______ to his quarters."

"Ahh, well, mind if we tag along? We got some, er, business to take care of over there." he says with a sly grin to Aspen before giving his ass a cheeky grope that makes the dee stand on end.

Rodrick seems to immediately clue in on what's going on between the two dukes. "Not at all." He responds calmly.

"Baha, great." Wolfgang chuckles.

Rodrick gently ushers you forward, causing you to bump into the silver wolf's exposed round belly who chuckles as he feels your gut collide with his. Before you can take a step back Rodrick starts moving forward, sandwiching you between a the wolf's wide ass and the dragon's giant belly as you walk. Your heart skips a beat from being between the two massive nobles, you can't help but pitch a tent of your own. The walk to the Swains chambers almost feels like an eternity but one you don't want to end.

"Here we are." Rodrick says as he steps aside towards a door "This shall be your living quarters from now on." He opens the door and your jaw hangs open in awe. The room was expansive, you could almost fit the entirety of your old cottage inside. With a wide and luxurious looking bed fitted with silk sheets, a small sitting area for tea and coffee, a writing desk, a fanciful oak wardrobe, shelves of books and even a fireplace. "It's not much but I hope it will accommodate you well enough." You're completely speechless. This whole place blows your old home completely out of the water. If this is "not much" then you wonder just what the higher ranking nobles rooms must look like.

"Y...yes, it's perfect. Thank you so much." You blurt out with a bow.

Rodrick chuckles a bit. "Don't thank me, thank his Highness for bestowing this upon you."

You nod in agreement.

"Well, if you two don't mind, we're just gonna be in the other room." Wolfgang says coyly as he grabs Aspen's pillowy arm, the noble deer seeming to almost melt in the wolf's grip as he pulls him to the door across the hall. "We're gonna be busy for a bit so don't butt in." He says as he opens the door to the vacant quarters. "... Or do~." He chuckles with a lustful grin and an inviting wink at you before pulling Aspen inside and shutting the door.

"Well then." Rodrick says calmly "One last thing." He pulls out a piece of folded up parchment from his pocket and hands it to you. "Since the castle is so expansive a tour of the whole grounds in a single day is completely impossible so take this magic map. It will help guide you wherever you desire to go." You unfold the map and you can see all the rooms on this floor with clear labels on them as well as a small black triangle showing exactly where you stand. "With this, you'll be able to find your way as you freely roam the castle." You fold the paper back up and put it in your pocket before thanking Rodrick for all he has done.

"It's no problem. Is there anything else you'd like help with?"