Picture: Sitting on a sofa is a fancy woman with a humongous belly, huge and heavy, nearly brushing the floor. One hand rests atop her gravid swell, while the other fondles a nipple the size of a fist. What's her story (doesn't have to be elaborate)~
I'm gonna go with a royal hostage situation. An evil queen, a captured princess, the usual.... Sort of
A kingdom and queendom are warring for land, with the larger, more prosperous queendom treating the whole thing like a neighborly spat, hosting a masquerade ball in the palace just to spite the opposing side. The queen, dressed in silken finery and gold, wasn't expecting to come face to face with one of the kingdom's own heirs.
The beautiful princess probably thought her identity was obscured in a masquerade ball, but nothing escaped the Queen's gaze. Was this lone maiden planning to assassinate her? Or simply do reconnaissance on the enemy? It didn't take much for the Queen to intoxicate her and lead her away from the crowd, where behind closed doors the princess said something that struck her with nostalgia.
'I don't want to marry a man'
The Queen could sympathize with this, as she'd never bothered with marriage herself, preferring to use men as stallions to produce heirs before releasing them. Of course, this was something she could do as the sole heir, but the maiden in her grasp was not so lucky, having several older siblings and cousins.
There was only one solution for the problem, and that was to simply claim the princess for herself. The opposing kingdom would never agree to a marriage, so the Queen opted for a one-sided solution, inviting the younger woman to undress and throw away her maidenhood.
It had been a long time since a virgin had attempted to please the Queen, her hand in the princess's platinum hair, guiding her. Soon she was directing the maiden's hands to her throbbing cunt, pulling her in deeper and deeper and deeper until the Queen was lowering herself to completely capture her new prize. Getting to her feet and readjusting her dress around the impossible to hide swell, she wondered how long it would take for the neighbors to realize their princess had disappeared.
Her devoted subjects were entirely unbothered by the sudden swell, simply offering her cream for the stretch marks and reminding her to eat well. She hadn't exactly been expecting the lithe princess to have such demanding cravings, but she couldn't complain about the endless need for fruit and bread, even as the added weight piled on and widened her gaite to a waddle.
Weeks turned into months and the Queen could only speculate that the opposing kingdom had simply shrugged off the lost maiden. By the time they figured it out, she'd blimped and her milk had come in, her body perfectly suited to carrying her hostage around.
The emissaries sent by the kingdom were gobsmacked at the sight of the Queen, specially tailored clothes clung to her engorged, leaky breasts, and her massive stretch mark covered belly. Her rear was filling out the couch and a large velvet pillow had been placed on the floor to cushion the underside of her huge gut. It was difficult to even see past her own sloshing tits, her fat nipples stretching the fabric meant to contain them.
Once they'd recollected themselves, the man in charge dared to ask if she'd eaten his betrothed, the princess Estelle.
The Queen realized she'd never gotten the maiden's name, and denied having eaten her.
"It seems the lost princess would rather be at my mercy than yours." She rubbed a hand over her heavy swell, "She belongs to me now."
They attempted to barter with her, offering parcels of land and gold in exchange for the princess, all of which were refused. It seemed she had some value in marriage but was far enough down the line of succession that they wouldn't simply end the war to get her back. The entire discussion seemed to agitate the princess, who kicked against the Queen's insides.
Irritated and beginning to noticeably leak through her clothes, the Queen dismissed them from her palace and replaced them with her servants. Finally being liberated from her clothes, eating a snack and getting milked was bliss. Warm hands working her swollen tits and aching feet freed up her own hands to focus on her captive princess.
"You belong to me now." She repeated, rubbing at what she could reach of her belly. She couldn't see herself wanting to release her princess anytime soon. The princess settled, seeming happy to stay right where she was.