Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 119: A Land Whale?!

I finally free my dearest brother from Blossomʼs unrelenting fertile lands after much difficulty as her body really doesnʼt want to release its hold over me, and turn to see the newcomer, then my jaw hits the floor.

Just what kind of creature is this?! A land whale?!

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

I canʼt identify this organism properly but what I can tell is that itʼs 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, Iʼve seen my fair share of overweight people, and Iʼm not a ʼfat shamerʼ at all. Your body, your choice. Iʼm 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 thereʼs one thing she helped me with, itʼs 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. Itʼs the smallest itʼs 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. Didnʼt 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 sheʼs in on some cosmic joke Iʼm not privy to.

”Sorry to startle you,” she says, her voice a rich, deep contralto that matches her rather imposing presence. ”I didnʼt 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 itʼs 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 thatʼs 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. ”Iʼm Marjorie,” she begins, her cheeks turning a rosy shade as she gestures toward the road behind her. ”Iʼm the wife of Broderick, the leader of the mithril-ranked adventurer team known as ʼBroderickʼs Busty Belles & Queens, or BBBQ for short.ʼ”

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 Iʼm hallucinating? This has to be a fever dream… ṚάNŏ₿Ě𝓢

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 couldnʼt 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... Iʼm not the best at sneaking… I couldnʼt 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 didnʼt consent to being filmed!

”Iʼm 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 canʼt 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 didnʼt? I mightʼve been occupied with my girl but Iʼm confident Hana shouldʼve heard you.”