Korra Weight Gain: Book One: Chapter One
Prologue
It was a good day in the Water Tribe. Korra was eighteen today, and in celebration the tribe's king, Sokka III, was hosting the avatar for a feast at the Ice Palace. Korra was finishing up getting ready and looking herself over in the mirror. She was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue dress which showed off her lean, fit body. Her large breasts were tight up against the fabric, as were her strong, shapely hips. She applied a bit of makeup to her face–she wanted to look good tonight. She might be the avatar, but she had needs too. Korra took one last look in the mirror and smiled. It was time to go.
Since as long as Korra could remember she had been looked after by the White Lotus society, with all of her needs taken care of by them. The actual government of the Water Tribe rarely paid attention to avatar matters, but in honor of her ascending to adulthood they decided to hold a celebration. Korra felt obligated to attend. As she entered the dining hall of the ice palace she was greeted by servants and Water Tribe nobility alike. There were rich foods from all over the world arrayed across a long table that spanned the length of the hall. She took a seat at one end of it. The opposite end was reserved for the king. As she sat down, Korra noticed a stark difference between water tribe nobility and common peasants. The nobles, men and women alike, were all heavier. Young tribesmen, about 18 to 24 years old, were sitting down along the sides of the table–all with soft, plump bodies. At first Korra was excited, until their girlfriends began to seat themselves as well. The women were heavy as well and not afraid to show it; their dresses were tight like Korra's, but exposed fat rolls, jiggling legs, and large rear ends.
"Clearly they eat pretty well," Korra thought to herself.
Suddenly, Sokka III appeared at the other end of the table. He was the fattest man Korra had ever seen, and only a few years older than she was. He wore a traditional Water Tribe kimono, although it did nothing to hide his girth. His eyes met with Korra's, followed by a smile. Later that night the two met in Sokka's chamber.
Chapter 1
Several weeks had passed since the feast, and Korra had been staying with Sokka III in the Ice Palace. She awoke next to him, like every morning, and slowly let out a long sigh. Life was good. She had been making a complete pig of herself, day in and day out, much to Sokka's delight. Servants waited on her every need, and she barely had to lift a finger. She looked over her stallion; the king lay with his fat belly up, limbs stretched across the bed. His cock was partially engorged. Looking over his fat face he looked at peace, his man-tits rising with each breath. He was snoring. Korra threw the covers off her body. The Ice Palace was fairly heated, so being exposed wasn't an issue. Sitting up she felt more resistance than she was used to, and she knew why. She had practically been inhaling all the food placed in front of her for the last few weeks, and this was palace food–prepared with plenty of lard, sugar, and other fattening ingredients. Despite being athletic, she hadn't worked out or even moved around outside the palace in weeks. She spent most of her days lounging in bed. Her only real activity had been fucking Sokka.
Korra felt around her body. Her belly had clearly grown, and she grabbed a handful of fat. As she leaned forward a roll appeared and she pressed her fingers into it, feeling around. She cupped her breasts, also a bit bigger. Feeling her arms she noticed a loss of muscle tone; she was getting to be a soft girl. But it wasn't until she got up to look herself over in the mirror that she noticed her biggest gain. Like her arms, her legs had lost their muscle tone. As she took a couple steps over to the mirror the brown flesh on them wobbled a bit. But that wasn't all. Her thighs had grown significantly thicker. As she turned to look at her profile she noticed that her belly stuck out some; her bottom stuck out more. A large proportion of that fattening food had found its way to her rump. Korra gave one of the cheeks a squeeze. Then she slapped it, and watched the flesh jiggle. She felt a hot flash throughout her body. She had never had so much meat on her body and she liked it.
Korra heard a creak and turned. A servant had entered the room with breakfast on several trolleys. He was a young male, about 18, and judging from his pants had been enjoying the show Korra was putting on. He quickly averted his gaze and Korra gave him one of her assertive, dominating smiles. She decided to have some fun with the guy.
"Enjoying the view?" Korra said while doing a playful little spin.
The male kept his head down. "No Miss! I'm sorry! Just delivering breakfast… I didn't mean to barge in!"
Korra remained silent and let him sweat for a few seconds.
"Can you imagine what would happen if your king saw you peeping in on his lover? I don't even want to think about it."
The male looked back up, this time at Korra's face with a look of terror.
Korra smiled playfully. "On the other hand, he is passed out cold. And you did catch me at a… good time. Maybe you'd like to bring that food over here, feed me, and fuck me?"
The servant looked puzzled. "But what if the king wakes up?"
Korra laughed. "I'll be lucky if he's up by noon. Let's eat!"
The two got into the bed, together weighing almost as much as Sokka beside them. The servant was still a bit nervous, but he soon calmed down, and could only focus on Korra's gorgeous face as she indulged herself. He began by popping hardboiled eggs into her mouth—a woman needs her protein after all. Then he moved on to buttered cheese biscuits. Crumbs covered her mouth after the fourth one. Korra washed it down with a pint of heavy cream. She spilled some of it on one of her breasts and had the servant lick it off. Then the servant fed her sausages, one by one. Korra continued to be a tease by sucking on the last one, and stared up at him with her big blue eyes. Grease ran down her lips. Finally, the meal ended with Korra gorging on four pastries—she loved her sweets. After, she lay still, plump and satisfied. Korra let out a groan as she turned herself over for the serving boy. She spanked her ample brown ass. It wobbled around and the servant felt his dick harden. He got naked quick and penetrated Korra, thrusting for a few minutes before blowing his load. It had to be quick with his master inches away from them. Korra turned back around, gave him a peck on the cheek, and then shooed him out.
Sokka awoke an hour later to find Korra snuggled up against his flesh. She must have sensed her king had awakened, as she quickly set about her new duties. She looked up at him, flashing her blue eyes and white smile. Korra's face had rounded ever so slightly since she arrived at the palace. Sokka's heart began to race and his blood started to pump. His two greatest vices were food and women, and when fat was added to either of those categories he became a beast. Now Korra began to mount her king. As she sat herself atop the fleshy brown mountain, her own belly protruded. She let out a sigh of relief and began to ride his penis slowly. Sokka grabbed hold of her love handles and watched her breasts bounce in time to the riding motion.
"I like this," Sokka started, feeling around Korra's midsection. "When you agreed to stay, you were so lean and hard."
Korra continued her riding motions. "So why'd you take me in? There have to be larger girls around."
Sokka was breathing more. "None of… those girls have the same… lust as you. You just… seem to crave a… lot of excitement."
Korra hastened her rhythm. Her flesh jiggled and her breasts bounced around more.
"And I figured… a girl with that lust… might also share… my lust for… food," Sokka continued, now moving his hands to the back and digging into Korra's fat cheeks. "
She let out a squeal.
"So this is where… all those feasts… have gone."
Korra smiled devilishly and thrust faster and harder. Now her breasts were bouncing everywhere along with her belly. Sokka stopped talking and started groaning in ecstasy. With every thrust his enormous body jiggled along with Korra's breasts. Sweat glistened off both lovers. Like a floodgate Sokka felt himself release. Korra felt his release, and it was warm and good. She slumped over top of him, and let out a long sigh. Sokka put his hand through her hair.
"Now that I've had my morning fuck, I can have my morning feast."
Korra sighed, "It's past noon… again. Don't you have duties as a king?"
"Probably, but I like to assume I'm just a figurehead," Sokka stopped for a moment, and then bellowed, "Servants! Food!"
Korra quickly hopped off Sokka and put on her water tribe garb: baggy dark blue pants—though filling out in the rump—and a light blue tank top. Her belly and love handles poked out a bit from under the top. Sokka slowly lifted himself out of the bed. It wasn't often he actually walked around on his feet, so Korra got a good look at him in all his naked glory. He was older than Korra by a couple years, about twenty, but much heavier than a typical twenty year old Water Tribesman—likely from palace living. Fat was a mark of status in the Water Tribe, and the more one had the more respect one commanded. A large cock also helped. Sokka III had both of these things. He weighed roughly 300 lbs and was eager to pile on more weight. His chest dwarfed Korra's, as did his ass, although Korra's respective parts were much more shapely and pleasant looking. But the feature of his body which Sokka was most proud of, next to his fat cock, was his fat gut. His stomach was large and blubbery, and with each step he took from the bed its fat rippled.
As the two sat down to eat a servant entered the room with news. He informed the king that Republic City was being threatened by a group known as the Equalists, and that they were requesting the Avatar immediately to save the city.
