Post stories of fat spoiled royalty or fat tyrants.
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These all take the cake for me
https://www.deviantart.com/onion88/art/The-Princess-Regent-176378072
https://www.deviantart.com/dropbear2448/art/Heavenly-Queen-of-Egypt-956177332
https://www.deviantart.com/cirque-de-kink/art/Drabble-Slobby-Princess-886238283
https://www.deviantart.com/cirque-de-kink/art/USSBBW-Vomiting-Messing-Suitor-to-a-Slob-994134929
https://www.deviantart.com/onion88/art/The-Princess-Regent-176378072
https://www.deviantart.com/dropbear2448/art/Heavenly-Queen-of-Egypt-956177332
https://www.deviantart.com/cirque-de-kink/art/Drabble-Slobby-Princess-886238283
https://www.deviantart.com/cirque-de-kink/art/USSBBW-Vomiting-Messing-Suitor-to-a-Slob-994134929
Bump
Bump? Just curious to see what people have.
Does anyone have any more recommendations?
I was wondering if anyone had more to share?
Does anyone remember a story where an immobile princess futa would cumflate her servants into balloons?
>>8681
Not royalty but High Rennaisance elites: https://www.deviantart.com/onion88/art/Plump-Prosperity-145641957
Not royalty but High Rennaisance elites: https://www.deviantart.com/onion88/art/Plump-Prosperity-145641957
>>9477
I've looked and searched on archiveofourown and DA, but it's not easy to find I think. I don't even know what platform it would be on. Hopefully someone finds it soon. Seems like an interesting power play kind of thing. Usually immobile people are dependent and helpless, not the ones still dishing it out lol.
I've looked and searched on archiveofourown and DA, but it's not easy to find I think. I don't even know what platform it would be on. Hopefully someone finds it soon. Seems like an interesting power play kind of thing. Usually immobile people are dependent and helpless, not the ones still dishing it out lol.
>>9484
It was an deviantart. While the futa was immobile, she would have other servants move her hips so she could fuck helpless maids
It was an deviantart. While the futa was immobile, she would have other servants move her hips so she could fuck helpless maids
>>9477
That was a weeb-lord story that got taken down by DA. I can't put it on pastebin and DA removed it, so here it is:
“Bring her here!” the voice rang out, its shrill haughtiness echoing against the vast expanse of the marble walls.
A girl, dainty and thin with dark black hair and mousy features, was grabbed roughly on either side by a pair of muscular, heavily armored guards. “N-no! Please!” she begged, kicking her legs impotently in the air. Her figure, so scant it looked as though it might disperse at a stiff breeze, looked all the more diminutive in comparison to the owner of the demanding voice.
Words failed to describe how monstrously fat the girl – the lump’s gender was unclear at first glance, but the ribbons in her hair and the rosy blush in her cheeks suggested an air of femininity – was. In any case, she was clearly far too large to move nearly any part of her body. Wide as a well-built wagon and as bloated as a goose fattened for Christmas, with a gut that flowed down past her feet, and hips that held her fat-swollen palms up above her eye level, she was nothing short of elephantine. Her cascading flow of chins rippled hypnotically as she gasped, “Thought you could… hff… report on me to father, hmm?” She shifted her bulk, rocking back and forth like a rich pudding that has been jostled. “Wanted a… hahhh… a promotion for yourself, reporting on a princess, is that it?!”
The tiny girl, dressed in the subdued servant’s uniform of a black dress and white apron, was held firmly in place in front of the horrifically overgrown blob. She shook her head furiously from side to side and stuttered, terrified, “N-no! I… I was merely asked to…”
“Silence!” the unbelievably obese girl screamed. She was young, clearly, as even beneath the thin film of sweat and grease one could see that her skin is supple, and the folds in it were due only to the incredible accumulation of flab on her body. Of the handmaidens and guards inside the palatial chamber, she was the youngest, perhaps not even of marriageable age. The question of how one could become so enormous in such a short time was quickly answered, as a nearby servant silently held a large handful of candied nuts before the girl’s engorged, flame-colored cheeks.
In her horror, the servant girl’s mind drifted back to the princess’s younger days, when she had been scarcely as high as an adult’s waist. This was back when the princess was a precious little thing and still thin enough (though by no means was she ever skinny, that anyone could recall) that she might waddle about the halls under her own power. Her cock, the unmistakable sign of a lady of the royal family, had always been far too large for her, swinging about and awkwardly bumping into her thighs as she traipsed about. Even at that age, she’d shown a precocious sadistic streak, some malicious dominance, and would demand that random servants of the house should service her at a moment’s notice.
They’d taken it as a game then – for the palace was not known for its moderation or shyness of excess, and utter fealty to royalty was a foregone conclusion – playing at receiving her into their mouths and relieving their darling little princess, but they were rarely laughing when they were left with a belly so large it split their dress and needed to be cradled in both arms. The princess would laugh and waddle off, her plump testicles shrunken only slightly in size, seeking some snack or another unsuspecting servant to fill. It only grew worse and worse until… this.
“Mnff… Nnghlp… Urrrp…” Her lips and tongue furiously slurped at the sugary treat, her jaw clearly being the only thing that does much of any work on her body. Her fingers wriggle uselessly in sheathes of fat, and her feet are entirely enveloped in curtains of leg flab that pour down over her toes. “Sho… Tashty…” she moaned, an amorous blush coloring her cheek-loaves, which spilled out on either side of her face nearly back to her ears. A wicked glint alighted in her eyes as they turned back to the girl being held in front of her. Her voice was slightly ragged and her breath came in harsh gasps as she shouted, “I am… hff… ready… You may begin!”
The tiny girl clearly knew what was going to happen to her, and clearly knew that she did not want it to happen. “No… no, y-you can’t…!” she cried, still kicking and swinging futilely.
The princess grinned evilly, watching as the girl was dragged closer and closer to her. From beneath her heavy gut-blanket, something small and reddish began to appear, poking out ever so slightly from the massive wad of flesh. Before anyone could wonder what it was, two guards stationed on either side of the lard-balloon reached down and lifted her enormous stomach, their muscles straining with the weight.
It revealed something unthinkable – a massive cock, easily the size of the smaller girl and then some, four or five feet long and wide as a tree trunk. Its tip was red and engorged, and with every offered pastry the princess gobbled down like a starving animal, it grew even larger. Two plump, round testicles could be seen at its base, each nearly filled to bursting with seed.
“Urrp… Endure your punishment… mmpph… and I shall… hff… consider restoring you to your position,” the ridiculously well-endowed little ball of fat wheezed as she gobbled down treats, her cock throbbing in anticipation with every swallow. Her pillow-sized cheeks rippled mirthfully as she chuckled, “But know that I am… hff… ngshlp… feeling particularly… excited today…”
The tiny girl looked positively terrified as she was forced onto her back. “No, no no no!” she begged, but there was no way for her to resist. The soldiers forced her face-first onto the impossibly overgrown pillar of arousal, tilting her head backwards and somehow managing to contort her jaw and lips around the gigantic shaft. She slid further and further down, the princess’s cock only growing ever larger with the added stimulation.
Finally, wrapped around the little lard-balloon’s member like a condom several sizes too small, the unfortunate servant felt her mistress’s belly fat be let down around her, smothering the tiny girl nearly down to her waist. It was a choking, rolling curtain of flab, blackening her world as though she’d gone blind. The immense discomfort of the shaft and the tremendous weight of all the indulgent fat were more painful and unpleasant than she could comprehend – and yet she knew it was only about to get worse.
The princess moaned as another handful of sweets was offered up to her bloated jowls. “Ah… such a lovely tight little thing… Hfff… Nglp…” she wheezed, swallowing hard. Her teeth glinted out from her cruel smile for a moment. “Shame I musht alwaysh… ngff… stretch them out so… Ahh…”
The fattened tongue of the enormous blob lolled out slightly as the first wave hit her. She gasped, but only for a moment, as her next mouthful was already coming. It was pressed to her lips, thick fudgy cake sliced in thirds, and yet the greedy lump took it in just two bites. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure, and the princess shuddered again.
The girl felt it enter her, the cock down her throat growing ever harder as it released its first load. It sloshed and gurgled as it spilled out from the deeply-buried tip, forcing itself into the girl’s stomach and filling it up instantly. She could see nothing, hear nothing; her entire body was smothered in sweaty, enveloping fat. The only discernable sensation was the growing tightness in her gut, a dull ache that grew and grew as the cock in her mouth became more agitated, filling her with seed.
The princess’s brow grew wrinkled with stress, her pale skin becoming red and splotchy. “Shuch… Hff… Dishobedient shervantsh I have… Ngmphh…” she gasped, her attendant feeding her faster and faster. Despite the increasing pace, her smile yet sagged into a displeased scowl. “Much too shlow…” Her eyes flicked left and right, and she yelled from her lard-wrapped gullet, “G-guardsh! Hff… A… Asshishtance!”
The girl pinned beneath the princess heard this one word, striking fear into her heart. Oh gods, how long has it been since she last had release? Worry echoed anew in the halls of her mind, the alien feeling of her belly beginning to pooch out lost before the terror of the word “assistance”.
All those involved acted with perfect obedience and expedience, no mercy shown for the unfortunate servant girl. A guard took hold of either leg, and four more went behind the princess’s heaving rear end. The latter was a particularly unpleasant position, so bloated with lard that it rose higher than a full-grown man and easily prone to uncouth emissions at the princess’s discretion. They began the “assistance” with little fanfare, each of them pressing in and pulling out on their side, forcing the absurd pair to emulate the thrust and retreat of ordinary coitus.
The princess’s pillow-cheeks relaxed in hedonistic pleasure as her body began to wobble from front to back, her bulk sloshing at the rhythm of a slow dirge. “Ahh… Y-yessh...” moaned the girl, so spoiled she need not even think about the physical exertion of sex. Another mouthful, and the squelching sound from beneath her pillow-blanket grew ever louder.
If the servant girl could have screamed or fought in any way, she certainly would have by now. The princess’s flow accelerated at a frightening pace, slopping royal seed into the girl with the force and cadence of a thundering mountain stream, sputtering and splashing. She felt her stomach swell monstrously, so tight and full that it was capable of pushing up through the princess’s gut-mattress, and a cool breeze tickled the bottom as it reached the outside air. Already she was as round and heavy as a woman ready for birth, and there were no signs of stopping.
That was a weeb-lord story that got taken down by DA. I can't put it on pastebin and DA removed it, so here it is:
“Bring her here!” the voice rang out, its shrill haughtiness echoing against the vast expanse of the marble walls.
A girl, dainty and thin with dark black hair and mousy features, was grabbed roughly on either side by a pair of muscular, heavily armored guards. “N-no! Please!” she begged, kicking her legs impotently in the air. Her figure, so scant it looked as though it might disperse at a stiff breeze, looked all the more diminutive in comparison to the owner of the demanding voice.
Words failed to describe how monstrously fat the girl – the lump’s gender was unclear at first glance, but the ribbons in her hair and the rosy blush in her cheeks suggested an air of femininity – was. In any case, she was clearly far too large to move nearly any part of her body. Wide as a well-built wagon and as bloated as a goose fattened for Christmas, with a gut that flowed down past her feet, and hips that held her fat-swollen palms up above her eye level, she was nothing short of elephantine. Her cascading flow of chins rippled hypnotically as she gasped, “Thought you could… hff… report on me to father, hmm?” She shifted her bulk, rocking back and forth like a rich pudding that has been jostled. “Wanted a… hahhh… a promotion for yourself, reporting on a princess, is that it?!”
The tiny girl, dressed in the subdued servant’s uniform of a black dress and white apron, was held firmly in place in front of the horrifically overgrown blob. She shook her head furiously from side to side and stuttered, terrified, “N-no! I… I was merely asked to…”
“Silence!” the unbelievably obese girl screamed. She was young, clearly, as even beneath the thin film of sweat and grease one could see that her skin is supple, and the folds in it were due only to the incredible accumulation of flab on her body. Of the handmaidens and guards inside the palatial chamber, she was the youngest, perhaps not even of marriageable age. The question of how one could become so enormous in such a short time was quickly answered, as a nearby servant silently held a large handful of candied nuts before the girl’s engorged, flame-colored cheeks.
In her horror, the servant girl’s mind drifted back to the princess’s younger days, when she had been scarcely as high as an adult’s waist. This was back when the princess was a precious little thing and still thin enough (though by no means was she ever skinny, that anyone could recall) that she might waddle about the halls under her own power. Her cock, the unmistakable sign of a lady of the royal family, had always been far too large for her, swinging about and awkwardly bumping into her thighs as she traipsed about. Even at that age, she’d shown a precocious sadistic streak, some malicious dominance, and would demand that random servants of the house should service her at a moment’s notice.
They’d taken it as a game then – for the palace was not known for its moderation or shyness of excess, and utter fealty to royalty was a foregone conclusion – playing at receiving her into their mouths and relieving their darling little princess, but they were rarely laughing when they were left with a belly so large it split their dress and needed to be cradled in both arms. The princess would laugh and waddle off, her plump testicles shrunken only slightly in size, seeking some snack or another unsuspecting servant to fill. It only grew worse and worse until… this.
“Mnff… Nnghlp… Urrrp…” Her lips and tongue furiously slurped at the sugary treat, her jaw clearly being the only thing that does much of any work on her body. Her fingers wriggle uselessly in sheathes of fat, and her feet are entirely enveloped in curtains of leg flab that pour down over her toes. “Sho… Tashty…” she moaned, an amorous blush coloring her cheek-loaves, which spilled out on either side of her face nearly back to her ears. A wicked glint alighted in her eyes as they turned back to the girl being held in front of her. Her voice was slightly ragged and her breath came in harsh gasps as she shouted, “I am… hff… ready… You may begin!”
The tiny girl clearly knew what was going to happen to her, and clearly knew that she did not want it to happen. “No… no, y-you can’t…!” she cried, still kicking and swinging futilely.
The princess grinned evilly, watching as the girl was dragged closer and closer to her. From beneath her heavy gut-blanket, something small and reddish began to appear, poking out ever so slightly from the massive wad of flesh. Before anyone could wonder what it was, two guards stationed on either side of the lard-balloon reached down and lifted her enormous stomach, their muscles straining with the weight.
It revealed something unthinkable – a massive cock, easily the size of the smaller girl and then some, four or five feet long and wide as a tree trunk. Its tip was red and engorged, and with every offered pastry the princess gobbled down like a starving animal, it grew even larger. Two plump, round testicles could be seen at its base, each nearly filled to bursting with seed.
“Urrp… Endure your punishment… mmpph… and I shall… hff… consider restoring you to your position,” the ridiculously well-endowed little ball of fat wheezed as she gobbled down treats, her cock throbbing in anticipation with every swallow. Her pillow-sized cheeks rippled mirthfully as she chuckled, “But know that I am… hff… ngshlp… feeling particularly… excited today…”
The tiny girl looked positively terrified as she was forced onto her back. “No, no no no!” she begged, but there was no way for her to resist. The soldiers forced her face-first onto the impossibly overgrown pillar of arousal, tilting her head backwards and somehow managing to contort her jaw and lips around the gigantic shaft. She slid further and further down, the princess’s cock only growing ever larger with the added stimulation.
Finally, wrapped around the little lard-balloon’s member like a condom several sizes too small, the unfortunate servant felt her mistress’s belly fat be let down around her, smothering the tiny girl nearly down to her waist. It was a choking, rolling curtain of flab, blackening her world as though she’d gone blind. The immense discomfort of the shaft and the tremendous weight of all the indulgent fat were more painful and unpleasant than she could comprehend – and yet she knew it was only about to get worse.
The princess moaned as another handful of sweets was offered up to her bloated jowls. “Ah… such a lovely tight little thing… Hfff… Nglp…” she wheezed, swallowing hard. Her teeth glinted out from her cruel smile for a moment. “Shame I musht alwaysh… ngff… stretch them out so… Ahh…”
The fattened tongue of the enormous blob lolled out slightly as the first wave hit her. She gasped, but only for a moment, as her next mouthful was already coming. It was pressed to her lips, thick fudgy cake sliced in thirds, and yet the greedy lump took it in just two bites. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure, and the princess shuddered again.
The girl felt it enter her, the cock down her throat growing ever harder as it released its first load. It sloshed and gurgled as it spilled out from the deeply-buried tip, forcing itself into the girl’s stomach and filling it up instantly. She could see nothing, hear nothing; her entire body was smothered in sweaty, enveloping fat. The only discernable sensation was the growing tightness in her gut, a dull ache that grew and grew as the cock in her mouth became more agitated, filling her with seed.
The princess’s brow grew wrinkled with stress, her pale skin becoming red and splotchy. “Shuch… Hff… Dishobedient shervantsh I have… Ngmphh…” she gasped, her attendant feeding her faster and faster. Despite the increasing pace, her smile yet sagged into a displeased scowl. “Much too shlow…” Her eyes flicked left and right, and she yelled from her lard-wrapped gullet, “G-guardsh! Hff… A… Asshishtance!”
The girl pinned beneath the princess heard this one word, striking fear into her heart. Oh gods, how long has it been since she last had release? Worry echoed anew in the halls of her mind, the alien feeling of her belly beginning to pooch out lost before the terror of the word “assistance”.
All those involved acted with perfect obedience and expedience, no mercy shown for the unfortunate servant girl. A guard took hold of either leg, and four more went behind the princess’s heaving rear end. The latter was a particularly unpleasant position, so bloated with lard that it rose higher than a full-grown man and easily prone to uncouth emissions at the princess’s discretion. They began the “assistance” with little fanfare, each of them pressing in and pulling out on their side, forcing the absurd pair to emulate the thrust and retreat of ordinary coitus.
The princess’s pillow-cheeks relaxed in hedonistic pleasure as her body began to wobble from front to back, her bulk sloshing at the rhythm of a slow dirge. “Ahh… Y-yessh...” moaned the girl, so spoiled she need not even think about the physical exertion of sex. Another mouthful, and the squelching sound from beneath her pillow-blanket grew ever louder.
If the servant girl could have screamed or fought in any way, she certainly would have by now. The princess’s flow accelerated at a frightening pace, slopping royal seed into the girl with the force and cadence of a thundering mountain stream, sputtering and splashing. She felt her stomach swell monstrously, so tight and full that it was capable of pushing up through the princess’s gut-mattress, and a cool breeze tickled the bottom as it reached the outside air. Already she was as round and heavy as a woman ready for birth, and there were no signs of stopping.
>>9533
Again and again she was slammed into the throbbing rod of flesh, and again and again it released impossibly enormous loads into her. She felt her skin stretch and groan, bloating outwards with grotesque alacrity. Her uniform grew tight, but her gurgling seed-balloon of a belly was not nearly yet firm enough to rend its fabric prison. But she knew it soon would be – she’d seen it too many times before.
The princess continued to hungrily devour the food that was offered to her, fueling her arousal in this hedonistic ritual. “Yes… shwell and… hff… feel the royal gift… Ngshlp… enter you…” she gasped. Her fingers kneaded the sides of her hips, feeling her own bulk as though checking its size. The princess took pleasure in her obesity; even enjoyed a witty quip about what a bloated blimp or overfed hog she had become – even more so when she had the offending commenter impaled on the end of her one-eyed beast and summarily filled with gallons of her unending sauce.
Whispered conversations of revolution and decadence of the elite was in the air, to be certain, but those far-off movements in the lowlands were of little help for the servant girl who felt her uniform gripping her middle like a well-muscled boa constrictor. The thick, black fabric was taut as a drum, yet still the princess pumped and pumped, thrusting up and down mercilessly. Try as the fluid might to spread, there was little else for it to do – surely she must burst, she thought, there was no way the uniform would give before her own frail skin ruptured. This was it, this was the end, perhaps it was better this way, rather than to end up like those others…
Rrrriipp, came the mortifying sound of release at last, and she felt her gut surge forth from the opening, spilling down all the way to her knees and forcing up the princess’s belly fat. It churned and glopped into her, the princess’s assisted gyrations forcing the inflating servant’s swollen stomach to slap against the blanket of flab over and over again, bringing a wave of dull, throbbing pain with each thrust. She felt hands, too many to count in her degraded mental state, grab either side of her tremendously swollen middle, each of them gentle and soft – they were going to anoint her, she realized. The princess must have gone longer without release than she thought.
Warm oil, slick and soothing in the most hateful of ways, spilled onto her drum-tight skin, and a cadre of dainty hands massaged it over her expanse. Already the orb was as wide and heavy as a wine barrel, and its surface was firm and unyielding like a sheepskin flask that had been overfilled. Their probing fingers sent painful streaks of lightning through her body even as she felt her skin grow more pliable, and the servant girl wriggled uncomfortably.
“Mggphh… I do sho… urrp… love a shtruggle…” said the princess, her load increasing at the stimulation of her captive quarry’s resistance.
The enormous load being pumped into the girl rapidly increased in intensity. Her immense gut rocked and sloshed, steadied on either side by the massaging hands, but still jostled by the princess’s artificial thrusting. If it were not so incredibly tight and full, it might have touched the ground on either side of the girl where she lay.
It did not stop there. The royal seed had peculiar properties, some of which had only come to light under one so willing to use them to excess. Soon, the growth pushed its way beyond her stomach, forcing out into her fat-blanketed arms and exposed legs. She swelled out like some impossible starfish, forcing up the princess’s belly-mattress even more.
The princess heaved and wheezed as she continued to thrust mercilessly over and over again into her helpless cum receptacle. “Yesshh… Hff… M-more… I… I musht have… urrrp… more…” she gasped, still being hand-fed by the servants at her side.
The anointers spread their work out further, reaching up beneath the belly-mattress and down to the swelling girl’s feet. Quickly the growth followed, rounding her out and allowing the unending stream of seed to fill her completely.
The inflating girl felt her arms and legs begin to shrink, swallowed up by the engorged sphere of her middle. At last, a bit of light – she’d grown large enough to push the princess’s fat out so much she could again breathe freely. It gave her no joy, as she also saw what had happened to her own body.
She was quite nude, her ripped dress having fallen to the floor. Only her stockings and head decoration remained of her uniform that she had once worn with pride. Still impaled on the princess’s heaving rod, she saw the curve of her belly shake and rock, blocking out any view of her lower half. She could glimpse, from the corner of her vision, her arms being sucked down to useless hands.
Still the princess’s release continued to force its way into her, and soon the muscular guards on the swelling girl’s lower half were forced to shove the swelling sphere of her body, rather than grab onto her legs. The girl’s cheeks burned with shame – she had been turned into a cum balloon, only good for the release of the princess’s seed.
Bigger and bigger she grew, her body swelling into a taut round sphere, with only her hands, feet, and head sticking out. She felt her skin grow more and more stretched, and thin stress lines began to appear all over her swollen body. More hands joined in the anointing, assisting the princess in her awful, hedonistic pleasure.
When the princess’s torrential flow finally began to subside, the once-tiny girl was easily twice her previous height, her skin stretched so thin one could almost see the ebb and flow of the fluids within her. “Hff… At… urrrp… lasht…” the overfed royal wheezed, her chins slick with drool and sweat that was soon wiped at by the servants who had been feeding her. “You may… urrp… release her,” she said, her usual wicked grin replacing her previous look of utter rapture.
The swollen girl felt the hands pulling at her, rolling her backwards off the shaft. Rolling her. It was a tremendously frightening and alien sensation, feeling her body rock back onto her crotch as the impossibly large shaft slid out from her throat. She spat up nothing – the princess would never abide such a transgression – keeping it all down inside, despite the intense pressure. Looking down over the curve of her body, she saw the piteous faces of her former peers, trying not to meet her gaze, and then the greedy, piggish maw of her master and jailor, who had imprisoned her within her own body.
“Do not urp… take her to the… hff… holding rooms… just yet…” she said, directing her obedient staff. “She held on so well… urrp… I do believe she… hahh… may yet need further… hfff… punishment…”
The inflated girl shook her head no, desperately pleading with the princess with her eyes, but she could say nothing, lest the load that had been forced into her escaped. She flapped her hands and desperately tried to waddle out of the room, but the princess had gone much too far to allow any sort of movement from her victim. The balloon-girl’s hands slapped against her sides with a low, resounding bong, like a bass drum being struck, and her feet wriggled uselessly against the smooth curve of her lower half.
She was tipped over by the guards, and rolled to the side of the cavernous room. As she was spun like some enormous ball, her hair flipping about wildly, she reflected on what was likely to happen to her. She’d seen this before. A girl forced to sit in the corner, massively swollen with the princess’s seed, only able to watch as the spoiled girl was fed in preparation for another load. There was no escaping it.
Here they came now, an entire train of tray-carrying men, their arms loaded with all manner of extravagant delights for the princess. “Ooh, I am… urrrpppp… simply famished! G-give it here!” she whined, begging for more to restore the energy she had spent.
Nothing to do but watch as the cannon was reloaded, waiting to fire once again. The inflated girl sighed – the revolution could not come fast enough for her.
Again and again she was slammed into the throbbing rod of flesh, and again and again it released impossibly enormous loads into her. She felt her skin stretch and groan, bloating outwards with grotesque alacrity. Her uniform grew tight, but her gurgling seed-balloon of a belly was not nearly yet firm enough to rend its fabric prison. But she knew it soon would be – she’d seen it too many times before.
The princess continued to hungrily devour the food that was offered to her, fueling her arousal in this hedonistic ritual. “Yes… shwell and… hff… feel the royal gift… Ngshlp… enter you…” she gasped. Her fingers kneaded the sides of her hips, feeling her own bulk as though checking its size. The princess took pleasure in her obesity; even enjoyed a witty quip about what a bloated blimp or overfed hog she had become – even more so when she had the offending commenter impaled on the end of her one-eyed beast and summarily filled with gallons of her unending sauce.
Whispered conversations of revolution and decadence of the elite was in the air, to be certain, but those far-off movements in the lowlands were of little help for the servant girl who felt her uniform gripping her middle like a well-muscled boa constrictor. The thick, black fabric was taut as a drum, yet still the princess pumped and pumped, thrusting up and down mercilessly. Try as the fluid might to spread, there was little else for it to do – surely she must burst, she thought, there was no way the uniform would give before her own frail skin ruptured. This was it, this was the end, perhaps it was better this way, rather than to end up like those others…
Rrrriipp, came the mortifying sound of release at last, and she felt her gut surge forth from the opening, spilling down all the way to her knees and forcing up the princess’s belly fat. It churned and glopped into her, the princess’s assisted gyrations forcing the inflating servant’s swollen stomach to slap against the blanket of flab over and over again, bringing a wave of dull, throbbing pain with each thrust. She felt hands, too many to count in her degraded mental state, grab either side of her tremendously swollen middle, each of them gentle and soft – they were going to anoint her, she realized. The princess must have gone longer without release than she thought.
Warm oil, slick and soothing in the most hateful of ways, spilled onto her drum-tight skin, and a cadre of dainty hands massaged it over her expanse. Already the orb was as wide and heavy as a wine barrel, and its surface was firm and unyielding like a sheepskin flask that had been overfilled. Their probing fingers sent painful streaks of lightning through her body even as she felt her skin grow more pliable, and the servant girl wriggled uncomfortably.
“Mggphh… I do sho… urrp… love a shtruggle…” said the princess, her load increasing at the stimulation of her captive quarry’s resistance.
The enormous load being pumped into the girl rapidly increased in intensity. Her immense gut rocked and sloshed, steadied on either side by the massaging hands, but still jostled by the princess’s artificial thrusting. If it were not so incredibly tight and full, it might have touched the ground on either side of the girl where she lay.
It did not stop there. The royal seed had peculiar properties, some of which had only come to light under one so willing to use them to excess. Soon, the growth pushed its way beyond her stomach, forcing out into her fat-blanketed arms and exposed legs. She swelled out like some impossible starfish, forcing up the princess’s belly-mattress even more.
The princess heaved and wheezed as she continued to thrust mercilessly over and over again into her helpless cum receptacle. “Yesshh… Hff… M-more… I… I musht have… urrrp… more…” she gasped, still being hand-fed by the servants at her side.
The anointers spread their work out further, reaching up beneath the belly-mattress and down to the swelling girl’s feet. Quickly the growth followed, rounding her out and allowing the unending stream of seed to fill her completely.
The inflating girl felt her arms and legs begin to shrink, swallowed up by the engorged sphere of her middle. At last, a bit of light – she’d grown large enough to push the princess’s fat out so much she could again breathe freely. It gave her no joy, as she also saw what had happened to her own body.
She was quite nude, her ripped dress having fallen to the floor. Only her stockings and head decoration remained of her uniform that she had once worn with pride. Still impaled on the princess’s heaving rod, she saw the curve of her belly shake and rock, blocking out any view of her lower half. She could glimpse, from the corner of her vision, her arms being sucked down to useless hands.
Still the princess’s release continued to force its way into her, and soon the muscular guards on the swelling girl’s lower half were forced to shove the swelling sphere of her body, rather than grab onto her legs. The girl’s cheeks burned with shame – she had been turned into a cum balloon, only good for the release of the princess’s seed.
Bigger and bigger she grew, her body swelling into a taut round sphere, with only her hands, feet, and head sticking out. She felt her skin grow more and more stretched, and thin stress lines began to appear all over her swollen body. More hands joined in the anointing, assisting the princess in her awful, hedonistic pleasure.
When the princess’s torrential flow finally began to subside, the once-tiny girl was easily twice her previous height, her skin stretched so thin one could almost see the ebb and flow of the fluids within her. “Hff… At… urrrp… lasht…” the overfed royal wheezed, her chins slick with drool and sweat that was soon wiped at by the servants who had been feeding her. “You may… urrp… release her,” she said, her usual wicked grin replacing her previous look of utter rapture.
The swollen girl felt the hands pulling at her, rolling her backwards off the shaft. Rolling her. It was a tremendously frightening and alien sensation, feeling her body rock back onto her crotch as the impossibly large shaft slid out from her throat. She spat up nothing – the princess would never abide such a transgression – keeping it all down inside, despite the intense pressure. Looking down over the curve of her body, she saw the piteous faces of her former peers, trying not to meet her gaze, and then the greedy, piggish maw of her master and jailor, who had imprisoned her within her own body.
“Do not urp… take her to the… hff… holding rooms… just yet…” she said, directing her obedient staff. “She held on so well… urrp… I do believe she… hahh… may yet need further… hfff… punishment…”
The inflated girl shook her head no, desperately pleading with the princess with her eyes, but she could say nothing, lest the load that had been forced into her escaped. She flapped her hands and desperately tried to waddle out of the room, but the princess had gone much too far to allow any sort of movement from her victim. The balloon-girl’s hands slapped against her sides with a low, resounding bong, like a bass drum being struck, and her feet wriggled uselessly against the smooth curve of her lower half.
She was tipped over by the guards, and rolled to the side of the cavernous room. As she was spun like some enormous ball, her hair flipping about wildly, she reflected on what was likely to happen to her. She’d seen this before. A girl forced to sit in the corner, massively swollen with the princess’s seed, only able to watch as the spoiled girl was fed in preparation for another load. There was no escaping it.
Here they came now, an entire train of tray-carrying men, their arms loaded with all manner of extravagant delights for the princess. “Ooh, I am… urrrpppp… simply famished! G-give it here!” she whined, begging for more to restore the energy she had spent.
Nothing to do but watch as the cannon was reloaded, waiting to fire once again. The inflated girl sighed – the revolution could not come fast enough for her.
damn that was good, thanks for posting. Bit sad for the serving girl, maybe she'll waste away before the princess regains her load lol (unlikely). Maybe in the revolution, the princess is used as a milk factory for the rest of her years in punishment.
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