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Power Hungry 5: Princess Rin
🕑 Added 2021-10-13 23:23:46 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Hello all! Normally, I'd keep this story behind the curtain until the all the artworks could be complete. Unfortunately, one of our collaborators, RemRamWaluigi, has been caught in a rough spot for quite some time. They've had to take a back seat from the scene after the last two years have really hammered things down. He lives in a spot that's been a hotbed of conflict, covid, and endless anxiety and strife. Can't really blame him, all things considered, and of course they're still a close friend. However, I don't think it's fair to keep a finished story locked down for such a long time.
So, we've come to the determination to set the story out there now, sharing Rtil and UltraGuest's artworks with it! I'd also like to continue working on the series myself, even though one of our team is currently down. I know his Luigi's is a huge draw for many in the series, myself included of course, but I hope you're able to still enjoy what we have put together for the here and now. And, of course, we'll be able to update it when that time comes!
As always, thanks for reading, and please, enjoy.
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Rin was thirsty.
It was odd. Then again, her whole life was odd. Rin was sitting on the beach in a tiny chair, watching the crystallized snowflakes gently falling down, down, until they impacted on the warm sand where they evaporated into a puff of steam.
Rin untucked her chin from her scarf, blowing out a breath just to watch the steam disappear.
It was a bright sunny day. It should be hot. But it was snowing.
Rin was pretty thirsty.
The girl turned to her right, about to announce as such, but she paused. The little movements distracted her. They always did.
There was so much more blue than she had expected. Which didn’t really make sense when she thought about it. Blue sky, blue sea, and her with blue hair.
Then came the splash of red. A dab of paint flicked from a brush clutched deftly between two soft toes.
Beside the blue-haired Rin, the armless painter finally added herself into her canvas, and with her came a soft grumble from her pudgy middle.
Princess Rin was hungry.
“I like the snow,” Rin told her Princess, rising from her odd little chair as Princess Rin paused, looking over the canvas.
“Hmn,” Princess Rin contemplated. “It doesn’t quite fit, does it?”
“A lot of this world doesn’t seem to fit,” Rin replied.
“Like your bun?” Princess Rin asked.
Rin gave her Princess a flat look. “My bun is nice,” she replied, feeling as if all the attention in the world was currently focused on the oddity of her round hair bun. “Nadeshiko likes it.”
“You tie hers up as well?”
Rin nodded. “Her pink hair looks nicer in a ponytail though, but she likes to match. She thinks it makes us like those other girls.”
Princess Rin watched her for a moment, her head tilting slowly, like a soft cat that was trying to understand.
“Princess Emi’s royal guard?” the winter-dressed servant prompted.
The Princess’ mouth folded. She looked back to her canvas.
“Don’t paint them,” Rin instructed. “They could be busy.”
Still, Princess Rin watched an empty point on her canvas, mentally constructing the pair. “What do they wear?” she finally asked.
Rin thought for a moment. She knew this part was important for the Princess. “Sea-colored swimsuits, which match Princess Emi’s colors. Seashell knee-braces in the shape of shells. When they’re dressed up, they wear seashell helmets too. The seashells are white.”
“Oh, the pink and the blue girls.”
Rin was wondering if she was talking about Emi’s servants, or her and Nadeshiko. Deciding she didn’t really care either way, she simply nodded and said, “Sure.”
“Their names are Rem and Ram,” Princess Rin said absently. “I like them.”
Rin watched the Princess’ foot begin to absently mix the colors on the palette down by her foot. She was mixing red and white.
“Don’t paint them,” Rin said again, which seemed to make the Princess realize what she was doing.
“Awe,” she muttered, her lips puckering into a soft pout as she saw her mixture. “I had that red perfect, too.”
Princess Rin lifted herself from her seated position, her bunched up belly unrolling from her pinched love-handles. Like Emi, Rin was undeniably bottom heavy, which was a good thing considering how much trouble a big belly could give to her mobility.
The Princess didn’t have hands. She barely had arms, with only a bit of limb that ended before the elbow. This necessitated the Princess to do nearly everything she could with her feet, from dining with a fork to painting with a brush, and it would be made infinitely harder if she ever did grow to follow in Princess Emi’s slow, heavy footsteps.
The two girls shared a lot of similarities, which is probably how they had remained so close. Even this island, a private estate where Rin and Princess Rin now rested, was a monument to their partnership and continued friendship.
To Rin, the biggest similarity between the girls wasn’t their similar smirking smiles, their similar eye color or their playful natures. The handmaiden knew, beyond everything else, the two girls had the same exact hunger.
As Princess Rin stood over her palette, trying to undo the damage she’s done to her red and white paints, her belly released a wanting whine, though the Princess didn’t even seem to hear it.
They had the same hunger but, while Princess Emi stuffed her face with enough that she was beginning to resemble her largest ship, Princess Rin never really seemed to notice.
Which is why she assigned that duty to Rin.
The easygoing handmaiden removed her mittens, blowing onto her cold hands. “Would you like me to get you something to eat from the manor? I’m thirsty, so I was going to get something. I can get you a few slices of Cake.”
Princess Rin blinked. From beneath her white dress, her belly tumbled so loudly that it sent a fat jiggle through her juicy thighs. Her large green eyes held onto her canvas before she said, “Oh. That’s what I forgot.”
Princess Rin lifted herself to her full height. She wasn’t a particularly tall girl, nor was she overly ‘large’ like Princess Emi. She had a soft belly with pudgy hips and thick thighs, undeniably fat, but Princess Emi had really redefined what Rin considered to be ‘overweight.’
“Ooo,” Princess Rin mumbled as she dipped her brush into her paint. “This would make a good strawberry. Don’t you think?”
Rin had no idea what she was talking about. The drink? The Cake? This was always the case when it came to the Princess. She rose out of her cozy chair, loosening her scarf as she passed from through the invisible barrier that marked her winter campsite.
The beach was sweltering hot.
Rin shed her fur coat and kicked out of her boots, tossing the garments back towards her seat. Her necklace, adorned with several beautiful jewels, settled on top of her white and tan service outfit as she came around Rin’s waist to see her canvas proper.
When she saw what Rin was painting, she felt the urge to grab the girl by her paint-stained cankle to stop her progress. But once she was started, Princess Rin couldn’t stop. With her tongue grazing over her plump peach lips, the Princess flicked her toes and dipped her brush into a delectable chocolatey brown, before adding the base of the Black Forest Cake.
Rin placed a hand on the Princess’ calve, slowing her but not stopping her. “Be careful, now. You’ve got to picture it right. Don’t let your mind wander.”
“What could my mind wander to?” Princess Rin asked.
Rin didn’t respond, a wise fish seeing an empty hook. A slow, moving step had her circle behind the Princess’ seat, her hands wide to gently grip Princess Rin by her waist.
Gentle rumbles, not so loud as to quiver the beach, whined out from Princess Rin’s empty belly. She didn’t miss a beat in her painting even as Rin began making gentle circles that pinched her hungry love handles.
“It’s been a while since you’ve had anything to eat,” Rin reminded her. “Focus on bringing the Cake here.”
“Here...” Princess Rin paused for only a moment. A ripple came through from her painting, the blue-haired depiction moving to match the servant’s true movements. Paint walking across the canvas to tend to the paint of the Princess herself, resembling a redheaded blob of fancy white dress and rosy pale skin, actively painting on her even smaller easel.
Rin’s fingers massaged the Princess’ belly, squeezing her Mistress to remind her just how fat and hungry she was. The Princess felt remarkably soft, sort of like a giant dessert herself, letting out low, husky breaths while she indulged her passion.
The servant equated the motion to watching a whale breathing near the surface. A deep breath in, a deep breath out, blubber and fat sagging down with her weight, but thinking of that reminded her too much of Princess Emi.
Princess Rin’s foot slowly lowered, painting the Cake as the wet droplets crawled down from wherever she’d begun to imagine it until it joined their little spot on the beach.
A hungrier whine came from the Princess, followed by a huffing sniff from her nose when her body caught the scent.
Rin looked around the Princess to see her foot had paused in her panting, the redhead’s eyes slowly glazing over before turning to the tiny table with a full Black Forest Cake that was now set to her right.
“Oh, good,” Rin remarked, pinching the Princess one final time. “I was afraid you’d forget a table and try to eat if off the ground again. Although, it looks like you forgot to paint any utensils.”
Princess Rin’s foot slowly moved away from the painting, the woman’s fat hips pinching her waist as she began to turn towards the Cake. Her eyes were almost an emerald sheet, far away as her hunger guided her.
Rin slapped her ankle, summoning the Princess back to their reality. “Oi, oi,” she said softly, “you’ve still got your paint brush in your toes.”
Princess Rin looked back at her dirty feet, flicked her brush away, but still looked intent on dipping her foot into her Cake before Rin snatched her cankle and set her back straight.
“Come along, Princess,” Rin said, moving to the side and lifting the Cake. It was heavier than she expected, but then again, so were the Princesses. “You can eat when we get back inside.”
Princess Rin opened her mouth to say something, closed it, then looked back out towards the sea. She didn’t get up to follow.
Rin was about to prompt her, like a fattened piggy with a sweet chocolate carrot, when the Princess finally asked, “Do you ever feel like you’re forgetting what you’re supposed to be doing?”
Rin thought about it, looking out towards where Princess Rin watched. Somewhere out there, past the reef that surrounded the Princesses’ island, past the open sea that surrounded that reef, she thought she could see a snow-covered mountain.
“Not really,” she told the Princess. She then noticed that Princess Rin wasn’t in her seat.
Somehow, moving completely silently despite her weighty stature, the Princess had circled around behind Rin and was now gently lapping at the frosting of the Cake, her white hat rocking back and forth as licked.
Rin sighed, allowing the Princess to lean into the Cake and bite into a portion, coming away with chocolate-dotted lips and a trickle of strawberry juice as her teeth mashed the fruit.
“Mmmm,” she mumbled as the food descended to her belly. Rin could see the effect as it did, a little tightness in something once soft and heavy. Another bite, and Princess Rin’s potbelly might be firm.
But she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had the whole Cake. Such was the hunger of the fat Princess.
“Come along,” Rin bade. “This way, Princess.”
Rin followed, still lapping at the Cake and having an occasional bite, her chubby bare feet leaving increasingly profound marks in the sand.
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As they came nearer to the perimeter gate to the central structure of the island, Rin felt herself looking over at the odd skyline. The central structure, which the two Princesses shared like a nice summer home, had started out so simple.
It was once made up of high stone walls, several pointy turrets, and an arrangement of windows that faced out towards the gate. Rin had preferred that classic look, but she was hardly in a position to tell her Princess how to model her home.
Now, the skyline was as complex as it was abstract. Several structures that were entirely unfamiliar were built up high up enough to scrape the sky, with bridges of glass connecting the towers. They were odd colors, twisted turrets, structures of solid brick or covered with glass. It sometimes made Rin feel like she was having a fever dream.
But every time she asked, the Princess just tilted her head in a cat-like motion, then looked up at her creation and mumbled something about how it might never be finished before it all came to an end.
Whatever that meant.
Princess Rin Tezuka had been chosen by the Black Forest Cake. More accurately, she’d been chosen by Princess Emi’s Black Forest Cake, after the royal had left her redheaded friend alone at dinner for five minutes. She’d returned to the table to find her friend with a face full of chocolate and a belly full of the specialty royal dessert, most of her clothing laying in tatters after the glutted girl had grown to three times the size of Princess Emi.
That was when Princess Emi was strong and quick, running about wherever she pleased on her red-steel blades. When Princess Rin had been the fat girl, even forgetting to eat as she did. Now, Rin sometimes doubted Princess Emi could fit through the castle gate with her waddling gait and her fat-covered hips…
But, when compared to Princess Emi, Princess Rin’s kingdom was just so… inexplicable. Even to Rin, who’d spent her whole life in the region, she couldn’t quite understand just how Princess Rin came to power. Then, Rin wasn’t really able to understand the power of Princess Rin as a whole. Nobody seemed to really get it.
From what Rin could piece together, the Black Forest Cake had granted Princess Rin more than an ample belly and quivering hips. Princess Emi called it ‘Creativity,’ where the Princess could bring things into existence merely by painting them. All it took was some paints, a brush, and a bite of that fattening Cake. Dreams became reality, and reality became dreams.
With another look at the abstract obscure skyline, Rin decided she preferred her dreams about camping or soaking in a nice sauna.
“If ish ‘opposed ‘o hab perries?” Princess Rin asked.
Rin turned to look, seeing how much an effect the cake was having. The Princess’ clothing was normally loose, though all was pulled tight over her buxom thighs and fatty backside. Chocolate and strawberry syrup decorated her lips and her smooth, fatty chin, completely at odds with her puzzled expression.
“Excuse me?” Rin asked.
It was almost a comical look, the girl’s large eyes widening as she realized she was effectively eating out of somebody’s palm. The Princess’ hair, short but bushy in a tiny pony tail, waggled almost as energetically as her body jiggled when she shook her head to regain her attention.
Finally, after swallowing, Princess Rin repeated, “Is it supposed to have cherries? The cake.”
Rin paused, looking from the Princess to the juicy dessert. “The Black Forest Cake?” she asked.
Princess Rin tilted her head. “I think… Black forest cake has cherries. These are strawberries.”
Rin looked at the Princess’ fattened belly and doughy hips. Her calves had once more formed into chubby, short cankles, with soft piggy toes flexing into the grass. “Does that matter?” she asked. “It looks like it’s affecting you the same way.”
Princess Rin blinked at her, then looked down at herself, a fat glob of strawberry filling dribbling down on her dress. “Oh. So it is. Then it has to be Cake, not cake. Right.”
Rin watched her for a moment, seeing as the Cake made its way down to her belly and spread through her body. The dress shirt she wore, Rin could see the sleeves pulled tight over round chubby biceps. “Can’t you feel that?” she asked.
The Princess again looked up, her saucer-sized eyes blinking like sparkling emeralds. “Feel what?”
“Your body.”
A soft fold in the Princess’ chin, a crease near the love handles of her chubby waist, Princess Rin thought for a time before shrugging and saying, “I feel pretty hungry.”
*BONG!!!*
*BONG!!!*
*BONG!!!*
Rin nearly leapt out of her dress, the remnant of the platter flipping off of her palm as the booming cacophony filled the island. Rin quickly covered her ears, turning to scowl up at the offending noise. The most hated object on Friendship Island, the immensity that made up Princess Rin’s clock tower.
*BONG!!!*
*BONG!!!*
“Oh good,” the Princess said, her voice barely audible between the noise. “It’s almost lunch.”
*BONG!!!*
“I like lunch.”
*BONG!!!*
The clock tower had been the castle’s tallest turret before the Princess painted over it and made it horrendous. The gray stone once matched the rest of the castle. Now, the turret stood about a hundred feet higher, made from sand-colored limestone and topped with a spire of cast-iron roof tiles.
*BONG!!!*
*BONG!!!*
*BONG!!!*
*BONG!!!*
Rin grit her teeth, feeling them vibrate inside of her head, deep violet eyes glaring up at the offending clock faces, annoyed more and more as each of the dials were off by some hours in any which way. The final gong resounded across the island, but Rin knew better than to lower her arms from her ears.
She wasn’t the only one, either. Numerous guardsmen and guardswomen were cradling their helmets or wincing against the sound. Some new recruits, decorated in Princess Emi’s colors, were barely recovering when the front clock face loosed an ominous clack.
The clock face exploded outward, revealing a terrible, wonderful, blue and red bird. The creature was too large for the housing, with its wings unfurling to be as wide as the castle and standing unnervingly tall while so high in the sky. It leaned back in the air and screeched, a monstrous beast that was as unnerving as it was beautiful, before taking off into the sky, wings blasting down air that nearly knocked Rin off her feet.
The servant lowered her hands and breathed a sigh of relief, watching the bird lift itself towards the clouds high above, and passing through the white fluffy layer. Where it went after that, Rin didn’t know. She was just grateful that there’d be another twenty-four hours before the next one emerged.
“I really should have used less exclamation marks,” Princess Rin said, somehow audible over the ringing in Rin’s ears.
Rin breathed out a strenuous huff. If she’d know what time it was, she’d have stayed at the beach. Save herself from the pounding headache the thing always gave her. She was normally so good at making sure they were away from the castle. Must have just lost track.
“Ugh,” she picked at her ear. “I hate that thing…”
She felt more than heard Princess Rin approaching, the great sense of movement appearing at her shoulder. “Well, at least it’s gone now,” the Princess said.
Rin stopped wiping her face to glare at the Princess and her innocent, well-meaning smile. She sagged, resigned to her fate, and mumbled, “Yes, Princess.”
The servant lifted herself backwards, feeling the tension in her neck and her arms passing away into the pleasant sensation of a full-body stretch. Her back cracked twice from the motion before she sagged back down.
“Alright. Tea,” she mumbled, turning to Princess Rin. “Come along… Princess?”
Princess Rin had dipped her toes into the strawberry filling of the fallen cake, slowly dabbing the juicy pink coloring over the soft ground.
Rin came to her side. “Princess, what are you doing?”
“Hmm?? Oh,” Princess Rin said, “I think I remembered what we forgot.”
Rin blinked at her. “We didn’t forget-”
“THERE YOU TWO ARE!!!” came a high-pitched scream.
Rin looked down to see a decent sized hole where Princess Rin had painted a circle, a black void from which teal and pink began mixing and merging until they formed the liquid portrait of a pink-haired girl scowling up from inside.
“Nadeshiko?” Rin asked.
“Well who else would it be?!” the girl demanded as her features became sharper. A bright red fountain sprung up from the edges, spinning into a cherry-red cap over Nadeshiko’s pink hair. Splotches of paint decorated her cheeks and her still-forming shirt. “I’ve been trying to contact you all day!! You’re late!!”
Rin and Princess Rin both leaned over the hole, the sea-green glimmer seeming to grow brighter and brighter in Nadeshiko’s painted eyes. “What for? Why would you need to contact us?” Rin asked.
A light suddenly appeared in the void, bright and cheerful as swirling white shapes began trying to form behind her. Nadeshiko’s fists came into view. “There’s no time!” She shouted. “Princess Emi’s gonna kill this guy!”
“Emi’s there??” Princess Rin asked.
“Where even are-”
A sudden splash and both the Rins froze, looking down at the very real hands that emerged from the portrait, pinching into both of their shirts. “Come on, you lazy bums!” Nadeshiko shouted, before a sharp tug had both of the girls falling belly first into the hole with a terrific splash, falling down into the vast void of Creativity.
Rin felt her arms lock around Princess Rin’s belly, Nadeshiko’s hand still pulling her forward, when suddenly she felt a tremendous ripple, and then she smelled it. Through the sense of water and the stench of the paint waft the overpowering scent of Black Forest Cake.
