In which the reader gets whisked away by the fae and turns into a spoiled and fattened pet
Warnings: kidnapping, force feeding, explicit NSFW, fattening to immobility, breaking furniture, nudity, human pet, master/slave dynamics
Tags: (extreme) weight gain, fantasy setting, royalty
You canât quite remember how things turned out like this.
You definitely remember walking in the forest, and coming across a girl with long brown hair and striking green eyes, who you discovered was named Andrea, and she offered you a snack. You didnât really think anything of it at the time, but as soon as you swallowed, the world seemed to suddenly change around you.
You remember seeing Andreaâs ears become pointy, and a silvery pair of wings sprouting from her backâ youâd made a mistake that day. You ate food from the fae. And now you were doomed to live within their realm forever.
Well, doomed was a strong word to useâ as soon as you arrived to a village of fairies, they quickly whisked you away, stripping you of your clothes and dressing you in a soft silk gown that left very little to the imagination. You were soon presented to their queenâ a woman dressed in a long silver gown, her bright red hair pulled back neatly. Her striking auburn eyes looked you over, and she smiled as she offered you a place to sit by her throne.
You were seated in a chair upholstered in velvet, and soon the food came. Various cheeses, wines, fruits, meats, desertsâ as much as your poor belly could handle. Once the entire session was over, your belly was as tight as a drum, and you felt much too stuffed to move. Thankfully, the queenâs servants were able to hoist you out of your seat and carry you off to the queenâs chambers.
The queen gently began to rub your belly as she explained to you the situation at hand. Her name was Selene, and she was the queen of the fae in these woods. Lately, she had fancied that she wanted a human petâ many other fae queens kept humans as pets to keep them companyâ and to also act as her consort. You didnât really see any other option at this point, having eaten so much fae food, so you agreed to stay.
After that, the days slowly began to blur together. Most of your day was spent lounging by Seleneâs throne, feeding yourself pastries and drinking fine wine as she attended to her royal duties. Your every need was taken care of by her attendantsâ Andrea being one of them. The two of you got along very well, and Selene agreed to let her be your personal servant.
Andrea attended to your every need. She awoke you in the morning, fed you breakfast, helped you dress, escort you to the throne room, kept you fed throughout the day, helped you bathe, and lay you down to sleep. You barely had to lift a finger anymore. Really, the most movement you seemed to be doing was using your mouth to chew your food and occasionally walk from room to room. But sometimes you even needed assistance with that, especially after a particularly large meal.
Due to the sudden change in your lifestyle, your middle began to soften rather quickly. What was once a rather flat stomach turned into a chubby belly, and you only seemed to be getting bigger by the day. The excess fat soon began to appear in places you hadnât previously expectedâ on your arms, your thighs, your cheeks, even your fingers.
You remember one particular evening that a few queens from neighboring kingdoms came to visit, and they also brought along their human pets. The majority of them were much bigger than you wereâ and you had to admit, their size slightly intimidated you. Most of them had to be wheeled in on special carts, save for one who was just barely able to waddle from place to place.
The neighboring queens quickly flocked over to youâ it had been some time since they had seen a human pet be so tiny. They pinched your chubby cheeks and poked at your softened middle, making you giggle due to how ticklish you were. From the corner of your eye, you saw Selene beaming with pride.
A banquet was held that night, and you were seated in a special chamber for the human pets. The room was large, and the floor was covered in soft blankets and pillows. The other pets spent most of their time gorging themselves, every so often looking your way to watch you try to keep up with their insatiable appetites.
The one other pet who was still mobileâ Jena was their nameâ asked you how long you had been with Selene. You thought for a moment, and replied with a simple shrug of your shoulders, since your mouth was currently full of food and you didnât want to be rude.
Jena seemed to understand that. They explained to you that time worked differently in the fae world. It was impossible to tell time the way humans did, because their concept of time doesnât match the human concept. You nodded along as you finished your third glass of wine, sparking a small laugh from Jena. With a bit of a struggle, they got up and waddled closer to you. Once they were close enough, they sat down again, and quickly began to stuff more food into your mouth. You were much too skinny! It wouldnât do at all! They wanted to personally make sure that you finished this meal with as full of a belly as you could possibly handle.
When Selene came with the others to bring their pets back home, you were more bloated with food and wine than you ever had been before. You laid on the floor helplessly, unable to move. You desperately attempted to roll onto your side, but you didnât move an inch, and the sudden movement caused a rather loud burp to escape you. The other queens helped you to get upright, and as the others left, Andrea helped you back to your chambers.
Days soon blended into months. You were getting bigger and softer by the day. At this point, you likely weighed close to four hundred pounds, and you found yourself to become much more winded than usual when performing simple tasks. Thankfully, Andrea was there to assist you, making sure to keep you fed while also keeping you nice and cleanâ a bit of a difficult task, since doing so much as walking from room to room caused you to break into a sweat.
The day finally came when your chair broke from underneath you. Selene had been signing some royal documents, and Andrea had been feeding you some grapes; you collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud, your fat wobbling as you landed on your soft bottom. When the shock wore off, Selene quickly dismissed her servants and had Andrea assist you to her royal bed chambers.
Selene quickly stripped the satin gown off of youâ at this point, you were likely past the five hundred pound mark, and any sharp angles that you might have once had were replaced with rolls of plush fat. You didnât have very many stretch marks, save for a few that stretched across the very top of your plush belly. Every joint you had was now at least partially covered with fat, and your genitals were covered by a rather large pad of fat.
That seemed to be exactly what the queen wanted first, her hand diving under your fatness to try to find your genitaliaâ when she did find them, you released a rather loud moan. It had been some time since you had been touched down there, and the sensation sent ripples down your body.
Selene snapped her fingers, and when she did, a plate appeared with an entire cake on it. Through magic, bite-sized bits detached themselves and flew into your mouth, which you happily accepted.
The two of you went at this for what felt like hoursâ pleasuring you while she fed you, getting herself off by climbing on top of your huge gut and grinding against it until she came, then pleasuring you again, and the cycle kept going and going until you finally passed out, both from exhaustion and a rather heavy food coma.
After you broke your chair, your seat beside Selene was replaced with a pile of plush blankets and pillows for you to lounge on. Slowly, the robes you wore began to fit less and less, until one finally ripped during one of your meals. After that, you were allowed to simply be nudeâ your genitals were buried under fat rolls, after all, so it wasnât like you were totally exposed to whoever came to visit.
The day finally came when you could barely make it out of bed. The sheer amount of fat rolls that had accumulated on your body made it near impossible for you to move or roll over. The solution to this, of course, was to move your mattress to the throne room. You took your final steps out of your bed chambers that dayâ slow, lazy steps that more resembled a waddle than anythingâ but it was your final steps nonetheless.
Ever since then, youâve been spending your days being pampered in the queenâs throne room. You have several attendants who serve youâ some constantly feed you, while others help you wash off, and Andrea was the only one beside the queen who was allowed to help you when you felt an urge down there. At this point, your limbs had been completely swallowed by fat. Your arms dangled lazily at your sides, your sausage-sized fingers only moving whenever you pointed at a new treat to eat. Your belly stretched out at least a foot in front of you, framed perfectly by your huge legs, though they were barely recognizable as such. Your knees and feet had long ago been covered in fat as well, so they ended up looking more like shapeless mounds of dough than actual limbs. Just barely, you could still wiggle your toes, but you knew that soon that too would become a distant memory.
You felt content in this state, being pampered while royalty watched on with fondness. And every night, before you drifted off into another food coma and Selene retired to her chambers, she would leave a kiss on what used to be your cheek, but was now just another fat roll. You smiled as best you could as she left the throne room, leaving you to drift off again into a bliss-filled sleep.
