An awesome commission I got of the iconic kaiju couple, the king and queen of the monsters by the talented  Wilhelm478

Halloween night was well underway with an autumn chill as Godzilla strolled behind Mothra, his enormous partner nearly filling the sidewalk as her mobility scooter whined beneath her. They made quite the spectacle, trick-or-treaters darting past in vibrant costumes, but no one could outshine the giant, gluttonous moth and her muscular companion who commanded the evening. Being the literal king and queen of the monsters, the royal couple needed no costumes.

Mothra’s bulk spilled over every surface of the scooter, nearly brushing the ground as it crawled forward, her vibrant wings draped like a cloak over her massive back rolls. Godzilla, loyal as ever, followed her with a slight smirk, his claws raking lazily through one of their candy laden plastic jack-o-lanterns.

“Can you hand me some more Goji?” Mothra trilled, her once high, airy voice noticeably thicker from her collection of neck rolls weighing down her airways. Her antennae twitched, searching out the next sugar laden offering. Her mouth had rarely been empty since they’d started, and wrappers crumpled between her flabby fingers as she reached pitifully for more candy.

“You’ve had enough to feed an army dear.” Godzilla teased, though his eyes lingered over the soft curves of her massive body, her gut seeming to grow heavier by the minute as she packed away more of the candy they’d acquired.

Just then, the pitiful whine of her overworked scooter sputtered, strained, and finally gave out, collapsing beneath her immense weight with a short screech of twisting metal. Godzilla sighed, rolling his shoulders, though the playful grin never left his face. Mothra’s bulk shifted slightly, a very significant workout by her standards. Her belly pressing oozed out across the rough pavement as she leaned back, completely immobile. “I’m not full yet, Goji. You’re going to have to push me.” she demanded, the glint in her eyes playful despite her whining tone.

Godzilla huffed as he moved behind her, deftly transferring what little of their candy stash Mothra hadn’t inhaled yet to hang from his tail, his clawed hands squishing deep into her thick back flab as he leaned into the effort of moving her forward. Every inch was a struggle, her body was the result of years of indulgence lazing around and overeating, which, as she loved to remind her scaly partner, was her right as the queen of the monsters. She was massive, her entire form sagging with soft blubber and jiggling with each plodding stride he took, yet the playful resistance only made him more determined.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” he grunted, straining as he pushed her down the sidewalk. But there was a thrill in his words, the way his muscles flexed harder with each heave, the deep, unspoken affection that coursed through him as her bulk consumed his every thought.

“Never enough,” Mothra hummed, ignoring the strain in his voice, fixated on the next house. “More candy. You’ll push me there, won’t you?”

Godzilla chuckled as he redoubled his efforts to push, both knowing despite Goji’s teasing and complaining they both wanted to see just how much candy she could pack away that year, and how that much sugar would improve her queenly physique.