Thinking about a beautiful princess who marries into a foreign royal family. Their customs are unknown to her, and she's so busy settling in and making introductions that meals are barely on her mind- she just scarfs it down, hardly considering what it is or how much there is. She doesn't realize how fattening and heavy all the foods are made, assuming it's just cultural, and she doesn't notice as the portions grow larger and larger everyday.
Her dresses become a little tighter, and sometimes the maids have to struggle a bit to pull zippers up and button things around her. Her once slim waist starts softening and widening, and her delicate pretty face starts rounding out with fat. As the months pass, her belly folds over, and wearing a corset becomes torturous. She furiously orders all her dresses be resized, and is shocked at the numbers. Her rings have to be expanded to fit on her plump fingers and she no longer wears the corset- one of the fashion trends of her kingdom, not this one.
Still though, she keeps eating, too far gone to stop. Her thighs spread out in her large throne, still far from touching the edges, and her belly and tits grow heavier and heavier. In a few years her once lithe frame is so heavy with fat that it's difficult to get up on her own. Her stomach has ballooned and grown out so far that she can't even reach around it, and her dresses are like extravagant tents. She takes a palanquin everywhere she goes, and it takes up to ten people to carry her.
Over time, she realizes that all the hugely fat queens before her weren't the victims of genetics- they were just like her, fattened up to royal proportions as proof of her kingdom's wealth and prosperity. Visiting nobles are in awe of her size and fat, but she no longer cares. Wedged into her tight golden throne, she knows her duty- to stuff herself larger and larger for her kingdom
romaincrisis
snowghoul
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