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Royal Measures:

Table Between Us

{ mild stuffing, belly descriptions, tight clothes }

“I’m a seamstress.” The memory of the girl’s soft voice echoes again in her mind. Delia is one of the best in her craft, having trained at the palace. She is always attentive to detail, and her natural talent for seeing and enhancing beauty is often noted when people speak of the royal gowns.

She is always attentive to detail. How often has she noticed that Claire’s dress fits a little looser at the waist than intended, since Claire specifically asks for it to be laced less tightly? Does she notice that sometimes the corset sits a little crooked from the way Claire’s full stomach presses against it? How shameful.

It wasn't often the princess waited for someone. But for this time, Claire found herself early. She smooths invisible folds on her gown and sighs. There is nothing particularly thrilling about inviting court affiliates to dinner, and Delia has been in the royal dining hall before.

When the lady enters, everything feels familiar. A low curtsey, a gentle smile, a slightly bowed head.

“Good evening,” Delia says, softly but with confidence. “Thank you for inviting me.”

She sits down across from Claire, her butter-colored dress rustling softly. Probably dressed for dinner with royalty — but the princess still likes to think she chose it for her. That shade is in fashion now, and Claire feels almost proud to know it, as if there’s something they share.

“I wanted to thank you. At the ball, everyone kept asking who made my gown,” Claire smiles, dismissing the maid with a nod, then pours wine into Delia’s glass herself. Her father would scold her for such a commoner’s gesture. “They said I looked like I stepped out of a portrait. That wouldn’t have happened without you.”

“It truly did look wonderful on you, but that’s not my doing,” Delia replies, and Claire knows she isn’t flattering her like some at court do, but speaking sincerely. “Was it comfortable? I imagine everyone wanted to invite the princess to dance.”

Claire feels herself return for a moment to that evening, remembering how easily she moved through the layers of skirts, ready to answer honestly. But instead, she recalls how, after too many hors d’oeuvres, the lacing had started to dig into her waist. A shiver runs down her back.

“Quite,” she answers a bit too quickly, then turns to the dish of roasted bird.

The conversation continues as Delia shares what inspired her next design, mentions the princess’s favorite flowers will bloom soon, and says she found a note from someone signed themselves as C. in an old book from the library. The girl is excellent at light conversation, and Claire slowly begins to relax. She doesn’t notice that her plate has emptied a second time.

Her fingers reach for another pastry —crumbly, warm, with a creamy, fragrant filling that spreads warmth not just through her stomach, but her chest as well. The subtle sweetness of fruit, the faint bitterness of spices, the soft dough... it’s all too delicious. She takes another bite.

As she leans forward to take some grapes from the tray, she suddenly feels something press back. Her belly, soft and round, pushes against the corset, stretching the fabric. It seems to have grown heavier, swelling forward. Claire straightens abruptly, as if that might fix everything, but her stomach lets out a quiet, embarrassed sound.

She lowers her hand and gently, almost unconsciously, runs her palm across her belly, pretending to adjust her dress. As if to ease the pressure. But the moment she touches it, she flinches at how taut it feels.

How has she let herself get carried away?

Everything was so good, so comforting. And now her stomach has rounded, swelled from the inside, filled with warmth and drowsy fullness. She feels as though she’s been blown up. The fabric that once fell easily over her now clings, stretched tight as if resisting her breath.

Shame prickles at her. It feels like she’s done something improper. Thank goodness the table conceals how much her figure has changed.

The princess catches Delia’s eyes on her. A quick glance, almost vacant, but a glance nonetheless. She wonders if something in it trembles.

As Claire gently leans back against the chair, Delia is already rising.

“Thank you for the dinner,” she says suddenly, too quickly. Her voice wavers slightly. “Everything was... delightful. I should be going.”

Claire blinks, brows slightly raised in surprise. “You’re already leaving?”

Delia manages a smile, though her gaze doesn’t quite meet hers. “It’s been a long day, and I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. Besides, I imagine Your Majesty could use some quiet after such a... such a lovely dinner.” She bows her head slightly, still avoiding Claire’s eyes. “Good night, Your Majesty.”

And she leaves, her steps barely touching the floor.

Claire remains in the silence, wondering whether her thoughts linger on the gown, the glance, or on whether she’s too obviously indulged herself more than she meant to. The princess exhales slowly, one hand resting on the curve of her stomach. Something tightens unexpectedly in her belly, a strange fluttering that has nothing to do with dinner.

#stuffing

fullcravings

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evilfatgirl

Dont fuck with evil fat girl

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arlian

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fullcravings

Peanut Butter and Chocolate Ganache Sandwiches

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drpeppertummy

clora again what everr

[ID: a drawing of a fluffy demon with butterfly wings happily holding a spatula in one hand and a plate with a burger in the other.]

#tums

greenlotusleaf

misread something as "unforgivably pregnant" and now the flywheels of the imagination are spinning up

Chocolate Chess Pie

Just got hit with a nice slime thought.

Would be fun for them to be self reproducing but with the optimal environment for that being inside the human body.

At first all you'd notice is it loosening up your body for it to later get into the safety of your womb. Then you'd see a slight growth, making your clothes strain just a little bit.

But soon enough, you're starting to sport a noticeable belly, filled with slimes maturing after they budded. They're moving around and stretching your belly out.

Thing is you won't even have a say in when will they get out. You might even barely feel once they decide to, ruining your clothes and of course sliding though your hole as they please.

Even if just one stays in, you'll have to get ready to swell and birth against your will, again and again.

#preg #permapreg