Chapter 3 - breakfast belly

Reluctantly, Jasmine went down to the kitchen once again, doing her best to cover her wobbling midsection. Nobody really seemed to notice, though, although she could have sworn she saw a smile from one of the knights. Was it a flirty smile, Jasmine had wondered. Curious, she looked down and saw that, in spite of her best efforts, her tummy still bulged out considerably from behind her new shirt.

"But, why smile like that when I'm this fat?" Jasmine couldn't understand it. That, and the surge and tingle of joy she felt before entering her food coma yesterday. Jasmine shook her head, and waddled into the kitchen, where breakfast was being served, buffet style. Absentmindedly, Jasmine pilled on dozens upon dozens of pancakes onto a large plate, slathering them all with maple syrup and a huge wad of butter. She next grabbed a handful of rather large sausage links, and another handful of crispy, greasy bacon, and piled that onto her plate, and finally, she sat down, getting a pitcher of orange juice to drink. Still not thinking about her actions, the princess began to gorge herself once more, seeking only to end the painful hunger in her belly. She was so hungry, that she didn't even bother to eat any of her food with utensils, using only her hands to shove wads of sticky, syrupy pancakes into her mouth, occasionally shoving bacon and sausage to create a sandwich. Twenty pancakes had been devoured already, but still, Jasmine continued to eat and eat and eat. With each morsel of food that she swallowed, her belly grew rounder and fatter. But still, Jasmine did not pay her big fat tummy any notice, and continued to stuff herself with all the food she had gotten. Her plate was soon empty, and Jasmine emitted a loud belch.

"Still...so hungry!" Jasmine picked up her plate, and began to lap up the syrup and pancake crumbs that had remained, and then drank the remainder of her orange juice. Her belly expanded even further with the addition of the liquid, and with the still undigested pancakes, a chain reaction formed, where the soft, velvety pancakes themselves expanded in the orange juice, making Jasmine's belly even more round than it had been the other day. It was at this point that Jasmine noticed her bloated, perfectly rounded belly. "...What is wrong with me?! It must be that stupid witch! She did this..." Jasmine groaned, and tried her best to pull her shirt down over her belly, but to no avail. She looked far beyond nine months pregnant; her shirt now didn't even come close to reaching her belly button. And, most surprisingly of all, Jasmine felt a tinge of excitement once more.

"Why is this happening to me?!" Jasmine muttered, her face reddening madly as she glanced around the room. To her relief, nobody was staring at her or her fat belly. She reached down and felt it; incredibly taut and fairly warm, she could feel her stomach working furiously to digest the several pounds of food Jasmine had gorged herself on. She shook it, and could feel the orange juice sloshing around in her belly. She reached to her side, and found a thin roll of fat, and gave it a little squeeze, once more feeling a rush of enjoyment. "...Does this mean...I enjoy being fat?! That can't be right..." Jasmine squeezed and jiggled her tummy some more, and soon found herself smiling. "...All that food in there is pretty warm, I guess..." She began slowly massaging her tight, bloated belly some more, and finally came to a conclusion. "You know what?! I'm a princess! I can do whatever I want! I don't care what anyone else thinks!" With that, Jasmine, with a little effort, forced herself out of her chair, having almost become stuck thanks to her expanded belly. She went over to the butter dish, somewhat larger than her own head, and took it over to her table, along with an ice cream scoop. "I'd better be right about this..." Jasmine placed the ice cream scoop deep into the butter, pulling out a wad of butter as round as her stomach, and ate it. All of the sweet, creamy goodness slid gently down her throat and into her churning stomach. It took around 15 scoops of butter to empty the dish, and when she did, Jasmine's stomach was absolutely enormous. And she felt happier than she ever had before in her life, in spite of the pain she felt from being absolutely stuffed to her limit.

"...Guess that settles it," Jasmine said, hiccupping slightly. "I want to be fat. I'll make myself as fat as I can! I'll get this belly fatter and fatter until I can't even fit into this whole castle!" Another surge of joy rushed at Jasmine's heart. She couldn't wait to start gaining weight and getting fatter! But first, she wanted to nap and let her gigantic tummy rest from this morning's binge.