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Power Hungry 1: Princess Lilly
🕑 Added 2020-01-03 09:45:44 +0000 UTCPrincess Lilly was hungry.
This had, of course, become her usual state of being. She was hungry as often as she was breathing, one state usually in direct correlation with the other. The staff of the palace had learned that, on days where the Grand Wizard was unable to take her about using the teleportation glyphs, their sovereign lady’s appetite would increase substantially. There were whispers among the maids of the castle that the princess’s body wouldn’t allow her to drop a pound.
Lilly, of course, heard every whisper that was said. They usually just made her hungrier, but she'd ordered several portion increases for mealtime at the maids table. Naturally, she would still hear the whispers, but they were coming from ladies who weren’t dropping any pounds themselves.
She pondered this as she walked down the stairs from her changing room, buttery thighs rolling off of one another whilst her grand and royal belly swayed to and fro, clearing her path. Her Grand Wizard was on the fritz again, another ‘heart palpitation day,’ they’d taken to calling them. He really should get that thing looked at.
Not by Lilly, of course. She was far too busy, and far too blind, to be attempting to understand the muscle in his chest’s arrhythmic throbbing. She’d tried, of course, because she wouldn’t be Lilly if she hadn’t, but the pair had decided it would be far better for him to speak with a cleric on days like this. Besides, there were plans to be had, things to be done, and people to see Especially today, it was such an important day!
Lilly reached the bottom of the stairs, daintily holding her arms tucked to her body with hands near her shoulders whilst she finished her descent. She didn’t know why she did it, it had simply been a habit she picked up on whilst transforming into royalty. She was unaware of the framing this had created, with her soft pale arms on either side of her low-cut dress drawing the eye to her rather impressive abundance of cleavage, entrapping the viewer in the pale valley of her immaculate chest.
“Good morning, Madam,” spoke a slightly strained voice to her right, near where she knew the archway to the courtly quarters would be.
Lilly nearly leapt, the unexpected and familiar voice startling her. “Oh, Grand Wizard Hisao!” she turned towards him. “I am delighted to hear you are on your feet this morning, and so soon after your messenger crane.”
Lilly reached down, lifting her dress at the sides and exposing her round and doughy legs beneath in a curtsey. She heard Hisao return the gesture, and the mental image made her smile. She’d no way of knowing that her court mandating that all male staff return her curtsey with a curtsey of their own, was largely ignored after one of the guards had stabbed himself in the foot while trying to lower his breastplate from where it’d gotten caught in his chin straps, and now choose primarily to bow, as the Grand Wizard had done now.
“I’m feeling quite well, Your Majesty,” he returned. “I believe that the paper crane you found may have been from last week.”
Lilly clasped her hands in front of her, lacing pudgy fingers with one another, “Last week? During the peace discussions with those barbarous Hakamites?”
“That’s correct, Madam.”
“But I had thought your presence was specifically requested by their leader?” Lilly shifted her weight, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She perked her lips, “You know, I thought she had sounded a little prissy.”
Princess Shizune,” Hisao said with a reminding tonal prod, “has every right to sound prissy. She was one of the last of the council to have been cursed.”
Lilly pouted, her blonde eyebrows tugging down into a disapproving scowl. “I had thought I told you to stop calling it that,” she said.
“Yes, Madam,” he replied.
“Yes, and?” she prompted.
Hisao sighed. “As your Grand Wiza-”
“Upupup!” Lilly interrupted, moving closer and raising a finger. “Careful where you step,” she said, closing the distance further. “I want to hear a very specific phrase coming from your mouth,” another step, and this time she could feel her round soft belly reaching out and pressing against Hisao. She raised her right hand, placing the back of it onto his right shoulder with the palm facing up. “My dear Grand Wizard.”
She felt Hisao’s chest rise and fall, could hear the breath passing through his nose in his exasperated way. “As your Grand Wizard,” he said speaking low, “I acknowledge that your addiction-”
“Craving,” the princess interposed.
“Craving,” Hisao corrected, “for the Black Forest Cake is a blessing and is not a curse placed upon you, nor the other council members turned princesses.”
Lilly raised her hand, touching Hisao’s cheek with her pink gloved hand. She stroked his cheek. “After all, it was my cravings for the cake which began this holy crusade, was it not?”
Hisao raised his own hand to hers.
Even now, years later, it still made her heart beat just a little quicker, and she felt the sass of their playful conversation wilt and turn into a warm smile.
“I’d hardly address the militaristic acquisition of cake ‘holy,’” he said, and she could hear the smile in his own voice.
She opened her mouth, showing brilliant white teeth, “Yes, but you’re incapable of tasting it. Trust me when I tell you, I know of only one other taste which can come so near to heaven.”
Lilly pulled him to her, felt his hands taking her at her sides. His fingers folded into her abundance, and she felt his against hers. So thin and fragile compared to her filled curves and round belly. She kissed him, staying a moment too long on his lips. After all, she’d grown to be quite the indulgent girl.
They stood for a moment, simply enjoying each others breathing, before Lilly released his cheek, and reached for his arm. “Come now, Wizard,” she demanded. “We have much to do to fix your colossal mix-up.”
“I thought you were just talking about enjoying this?” he asked, falling into step with her.
“Hisao, dear, I never once called it a mistake,” Lilly said.
“Even though all of our friends have spread out all over the world as much as their backsides have over their thrones?” he intoned.
Lilly bumped into him with her hip. “There is only one backside I require you to be concerned about,” she said. “Come, they’ll be arriving soon, and I’d like to check in on the kitchen.”
“You just want a second breakfast,” Hisao answered.
Lilly hummed, saying nothing.
The pair made their way down another level to the royal kitchen. Lilly had been able to smell it since she’d awoken, and though her first meal had been satiating, the fat princess desired so much more.
Cinnamon drifted up through the halls, coated with vanilla cream laid over fresh pastries. The smell of freshly harvested chocolate being melted down in the royal forges. Glaze spilled over dough once, twice, three times before each doughball was then dunked into some of the chocolate syrups. She could smell fruits too, the citrus of the lemon ice that was to be served with tea accompanied by freshly baked muffins. She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into one or two pastries, but she’d need to save room for a second cup of tea before the main course. Poultry, beef, pork by the slab. An assortment of butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers were surely hard at work with the royal chefs to put together the elaborate event.
The stewing feast had been cooking ever since the market outside had woken her at the early hour. Really, an entire city square filled with people before the clock even struck the early hour of noon. Far too many houses must be skipping out on breakfast if her citizens were awake so early. She must speak with her humanitarian assistant sometime soon. Not today, of course. She’d be far too busy to visit the dungeons on this most illustrious day.
For today was the first royal gathering of the Katawa princesses. They’d all been members of the Katawa council, until an ill-advised experiment and an even more ill-advised taste test had developed into the need for the creation of a new political body. For how could Lilly ever be expected to obtain the means to gather the resources required all alone?
Clearly, the only reasonable solution was military conquest, something her fellow council members had at first stubbornly disagreed with. But things had changed. The Katawa council had spent so long trying to hold itself together, taking care of those who’d fed on the cake even as their waistlines progressed past the point of salvation, that the council didn’t realize it was helping these ladies become rulers. Saving them from those who would stand in their way, until the continent was reshaped by soft hands and hungry bellies.
The Katawa council officially disbanded when it realized that there was nobody else left on the board. Eleven girls had become ten rulers, with their single male member now attached to Lilly’s fatty hip. Her sweet wizard had found himself quickly spoken for. After all, this was entirely his fault.
The women held their own lands, governed their own people, a continent filled with queens and with cake. The only girl who abstained was that pesky Drill Sergeant of those vicious sand-raiders who would become the Hakamites. She was the exception to the rule of rule, but even she would surely fall to the temptation of the Black Forest Cake soon.
Lilly would personallysee to that.
The thoughts of political machinations escaped her when she heard a voice calling out from inside the nearing kitchens.
“Ahh, they seem rather busy,” Lilly said to Hisao.
“Yes, they’ve been working all day and night. Bakers from all over the city are here with their own private forces for our more… elegant dishes, and their stocks are being brought from the main staff at their bakeries as well.”
“Hmm, wonderful. And you’ve set some product aside for them as well?” Lilly asked.
“Naturally,” Hisao nodded, and they entered the kitchen. She had to strain her ears to hear him. “Not as much as I have for you, though.”
Lilly squeezed a gloved hand upon his arm. He did so know how to charm a woman. It’s why, no matter how often he did tend to go upon the fritz, he would always maintain his position as her Grand Wizard. The most skilled in the land, especially since the others had stopped secretly bothering him about a nonsense ‘cure’ for the lifestyle they so enjoyed.
The other girls would probably forgive them. Afterall, if Hisao were to carry some of the blame, perhaps some weight should settle on Lilly’s fair shoulders. Surely a few hundred pounds, given the progress of some of their friends. And if they didn’t… Well, they had armies to fight with now.
A part of her wondered. If they only knew about their own sweet temptations. If they only knew that they hadn’t been chosen by some fattening cake, and that there were no accidents. Would they be unsettled? Perhaps with their bodies, but with their kingdoms? With their full hands and fuller bellies?
No, she decided. Some of them would. Her closest allies, her true friends, they might accept that truth, if presented. Others would not. They couldn’t be satiated, not anymore. Lilly had made sure each girl was hungry.
Her thoughts turned to her cousin, to the sand-raider Hakamites clad in devilish blue. Let them try. Let them fight, struggle, and falter in this game for control. For Lilly had been playing for far longer than any other girl.
Lilly breathed softly, but there was a smirk on her face. She felt the shifting begin, the power flowing throughout. Others were looking away from their stations, bakers and cooks noticing their princess and hearing her content purr become a desiring growl.
“I know that look,” Hisao said.
Lilly raised an eyebrow, but she kept facing forwards. “Oh?” she challenged, “What look is that?
Hisao leant to her ear and whispered, “The look of a fat princess who is growing increasingly hungry.”
Her fat smirk grew into a craving grin. “Do you intend to satiate me, Grand Wizard?”
Just then, one of the kitchen aides had apparently stopped in front of them. “Hello Mr. Hisao,” she turned, “Hello Princess,” and Lilly heard her curtsey.
Lilly tried to place her voice before recognizing it as belonging to one of the shop owners in the town square. “Ahhh, Mrs. Krisp,” she released her grip on Hisao’s arm and curtseyed, “how wonderful to have you with us today.”
“Of course, our girls nearly jumped for joy hearing that they would be coming to prepare food for royalty from across the continent,” Mrs. Krisp said with pride.
“If they can jump for joy,” Lilly said, “I must wonder how freshly recruited they are. I doubt I would have lasted a week in your bakery before leaping became just a dream.”
Mrs. Krisp laughed heartily at that. She herself was a large woman, Lilly could tell merely from her husky voice and how she carried it. Lilly had taken notice of her shop for their excellent service as well as their apparent employment strategies leading to more than a few extra trays being prepared per order.
Personally, Lilly had begun to suspect that the girls from the bakery were working too closely with the Black Forest Cake and were close to sampling some. Though that may be an issue to address at a further time, she would have to ensure that Mrs. Krisp issue her staff a further warning. Black Forest Cake was not meant for those who could not maintain a royal appetite.
The spell, their curse, their blessing, was solely for them. If any others would sample their Black Forest Cakes, they’d taste nothing but ash, and suffer a fate worse than death.
Obesity, without being able to enjoy the taste.
Nobody knew this of course. Nobody, save for Lilly and her precious Hisao. To the other royals, the Black Forest Cake was an oddity with unexplained origin and inexplicable effects. It didn’t take long to discover some, such as the barren taste and the sudden weight gain. Others, Lilly suspected, were still only just being discovered.
Warnings were given regularly, and there was truth in most royal decrees. But, try as they might, Lilly suspected there weren’t many women who could resist such sweet temptations. More than one maid had begged her forgiveness, as well as an upsizing to an extra-large uniform.
“Actually, Mr. Hisao,” Mrs. Krisp interjected into her thoughts, “the dish we talked about is ready to be served.”
“Excellent, please bring it to us straight away,” Hisao said.
“Here?” she asked.
Hisao took Lilly’s hand, laying his right over her arm. Reaching behind them with his left, hidden by Lilly’s own immensity , he pinched a flabby back-roll just above her buttocks. She made an effort to show nothing as he said, “Of course, the Princess is to be seen after all.”
Lilly heard Mrs. Krisp curtsey again before departing. She turned to Hisao. “What are you up to?” she asked, the excitement burbling inside of her tummy.
“Please, as if you can’t smell it. They’ve slid the fourth onto the stack right now.”
Lilly’s smile rounded out into her cheeks. She stuck her chin out, closing her eyes in a motion she felt was royal and dismissive. She did not open her mouth, because if she had, she would have been drooling.
Black Forest Cake was a finely tuned smell. The cake had become an infestation since their experiment so long ago, popping up across the world like the most lavish, cream-laden, sugar-packed, weed. More often then not, Lilly would eat bite after bite of cake by using her own hands, and she’d feel her belly swelling with further weight the moment the substance reached her stomach. It made her feel heavy, slow, sluggish, and fat.
She loved it more than any other type of food, loved eating it more than almost any comparable act. She’d throw herself fully and completely into devouring every bite before licking at her gloves for any splashes of frosting or filling.
However, there was something she did love much more.
Lilly loved most the times where she managed to do nothing.
When she could resist the urge to throw herself face first into the cake, to hold her hands in clenched fists while she could feel her body trembling in excitement and, like that first session so long ago, open her mouth to be fed each and every bite.
She tried to contain her excitement, but she realized that her bare hand now gripped Hisao’s without ever remembering moving it. She knew her pink glove lay discarded on the floor while her fat sausage fingers were squeezed tightly in his grasp, and she knew that she was coming close to breaking his fingers in her tightened vice.
Lilly had let down her guard and the smell had come wafting in. The entire kitchen was bathed in it, her whole castle soaked in the intoxicating scent. The sweetness of frosting, the deep, rich filling. Chocolate, soul-gracing, belly-quivering, Princess-fattening chocolate. Lilly had to protect herself from this wonderful scent, but as her defenses fell, as the cake filled her senses with its familiar intoxication, Lilly’s great belly loosed a trembling howl.
It was as if all other things were being scrubbed from existence. The royal gathering, the other girls, even the workers that now stared at their Princess. Lilly’s breasts lifted, her stomach puffing in and out as she drank in each breath. There was so much cake here, so much for her just to take and to have. She could eat every gram, every bite. Eat until she could no longer waddle or stand, until she couldn’t fit through the door. Princess Lilly, the fattest and fairest who ruled them all.
It was through this that Princess Lilly held onto herself. Not in her strength as a woman, but her power as a Princess. Lilly was fat. She was massive. Her belly was wide, her breasts were heavy, her hips were nearly the width of a door. Lilly’s body was fat, and her hunger near-endless. She jiggled while simply breathing, got tired just by eating, but she was Princess Lilly, and Princess Lilly was powerful.
She could feel herself squeezing another’s hand, knew it was a hand that belonged to her. Through her hunger, through her wanting, through her aching desire, Lilly smiled, picturing herself and her Hisao, hand in hand, as the condensed scent of cake slowly approached her.
Hisao said something, but she wasn’t listening. She just opened her mouth, standing with her back as straight as she could. It was so close to her, just below her nose. Why wasn’t it inside her yet? Why wasn’t she chewing the moist and delicious cloud of flavor?
And then, she had a forkful in her mouth. She closed her lips over it, and the fork pulled free. Lilly moaned from the intensity of the flavor sending a shiver through her entire body. Pleasure receptors flickered, and she felt herself growing even more excited and enticed by the voluptuous taste. She began chewing the piece, but it vanished into her throat the second she thought she wanted another bite. She opened her mouth for the next with her eyes scrunched shut.
It was placed into her and she felt herself shake. Her hand squeezed Hisao’s, her unseeing eyes sagging open along with her mouth, rolling her neck back and exhaling through the mouthful. How could anyone label this as a curse? A blessing from God, that’s what it was. She needed another piece. She swallowed.
The first bite hit her belly when the third came into her mouth, and Lilly felt her stomach growing tight in fullness. Even a bite of Black Forest Cake made the portly fat princess feel stuffed to the gills, and she knew that if someone was looking, they could see the slight swell as her hanging fat belly filled with even more dough.
Lilly didn’t notice the syrup on each bite, didn’t feel it dripping down from the corner of her mouth and catching on her double chin when she moaned in pleasure. She could feel the cake hitting home now, a familiar taste in a welcoming gut, and Lilly’s thighs instinctively ground against one another. Hisao was immensely satisfied with the idea of turning it into a stack of pancakes to start her day, and Lilly was beheld by all of her subjects, who watched her royal appetite be indulged.
Some of the workers couldn’t help but gape. Here she was, the most powerful woman in the city, perhaps on the continent, yet she was obviously on a whole other plane of existence compared to them. Many of the women watched her with envy, feeling some sort of second-hand joy as they watched her dress tightening around her middle, the Princess’s middle pushing it outwards. Wide curves becoming wider, fat becoming fatter, Lilly’s belly and her breasts sagging more and more, extending her deep, plump cleavage.
Princess Lilly swelled like the dough of her many sweets baking in the profuse ovens that surrounded her, beheld by all of her chefs as if she were the most revered confection of the land. She was fed through the entire stack in a few short minutes, though for the princess and her wizard the time had stretched to hours. Hisao, ever understanding of the need for his secrecy, did not allow his face to show any of the immense satisfaction that he contained. But him and his overweight flower, his wonderful Lilly, the pair beheld one another in a way only lovers could. Through the touch of their bare and honest hands.
Lilly’s feast was finished, though it would be some time before this knowledge would reach her brain. Her head hung back, mouth open, and body twenty pounds heavier then when she’d awoken only two hours ago.
At one point during the feast, one of the guard had entered the kitchen, announcing that one of the carriages of a Princess had just arrived early, one made of black wood, pulled by black horses, and decorated with deep violet flowers. He left the room feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if he'd just witnessed something best experienced in a bedroom.
To be fair, that’s precisely where Lilly’s mind put her now. A gentle moan from her mouth and a pleased purr from her belly, while Lilly’s memory played out that first night. Plump and undressed, straining to breath while her thighs closed around him before she crumpled ontop of her lovely Hisao.
Hisao thanked Mrs. Krisp with a tilt of his large-brimmed hat and, with a wave of his hand, his unassuming bracelet glowed with red sparkles before the duo abruptly disappeared from the kitchen. The facility, now somewhere around 650lbs lighter, took a few minutes to recover. Very slowly, they returned to their duties, though the bakers found themselves to be sampling their creations with an increased need to check for quality.
When her head finally cleared, Lilly now sat upon her throne. Her rear filled the royal chair past capacity, and her love handles were now being cut into by the giant pink seat. She leaned her head back against the chair, her long hair falling over her shoulders and down her back. In her right hand, still ungloved, she remained fixed with Hisao. With her left, Lilly gripped her chair, attempting to steel her face from the orgasmic experience. She needed to recover, and quickly, though she still found herself unable to speak. Today had just started, and for all Lilly cared it could end right here and now.
“Open the doors,” Hisao demanded, “welcome in the Princess.”
Lilly’s sense of smell finally returned to her, and with the creaking of the oaken wood doors that would set the scene for Her Majesty, she could smell a sudden influx of beautiful flowers.
Maybe the day should not end right here, she decided. Not yet.
She was beginning to feel just a bit hungry, and she wished to share that joyful indulgence with a very dear friend.
