Chapter 4 - french fries and navels

Princess Jasmine woke up in her bed, her belly swollen and her joy unmatched. She was right - she actually loved the feeling of having a huge, bloated belly! She loved the feel of being fat, the way the soft rolls of flab were forming at her side. She just could not keep her hands off her big tummy anymore. In reality, it still wasn't very round, as her previous meal had been digested and...well, dealt with. It was really only just a slight bulge as of now, but in Jasmine's fantasy, it was a huge mound of soft, jiggly flab. She got up out of bed, watching her tummy shake as she did, and went to the scale in her bathroom to see how fattened up she had gotten.

"108 pounds?! That's IT?! C'mon, I'm fatter than THAT!" Jasmine exclaimed. She pulled a measuring tape out from a drawer, and placed it around her soft midsection. "...Twenty...three...INCHES?! MADNESS!" Before she had come to terms with wanting to get fat, Jasmine's belly was roughly 19 inches around. She looked down, and could still see her feet. She moved the tape up to her breasts. They had not grown a single millimeter. "Oh well; I care more about my belly anyway." She threw the tape down and patted her tummy, jiggling it up and down, giggling as she did so. "So soft! Skinny bitches have NO idea what they're missing out on!" There was a knock on her closed bedroom door.

"Jasmine? Are you awake, sweetie?" It was her mother.

Crap, Jasmine thought. She hadn't told her parents about her plans to get fat. She knew they would object; parents object to everything that made their children happy. And for Jasmine, the thought of being extremely fat made her extremely happy.

"C'mon in, mum," Jasmine said, pulling her bathrobe closed to hide her bulging belly.

"Hi sweetie; is your tummy feeling any better?" Queen Eris asked.

"Oh, yes, it feels GREAT!" Jasmine said, giving Eris one of her insincere smiles.

"...Jasmine, a few of the guards told me they noticed you eating large amounts of food, much more than a girl your size," Eris said. "I was just wondering if you were feeling okay; if you were depressed, or-"

"No, mother, I'm not depressed. I ate all that food because it made me happy," Jasmine said. "It made me happy...to get bigger."

"...Bigger? Then, your tummyache last night...?"

"That was unintentional, but this morning, I came to realize that I enjoyed it," Jasmine said, slowly opening up her bathrobe. "I enjoyed the thought of getting bigger...and I'm going to keep eating until I do." Jasmine lifted up her shirt, and showed her softened tummy to Eris. "I don't care what anyone else thinks; I don't care if it's unhealthy. This is what I want to do."

"...And you're certain of this?" Eris asked. This was not what Jasmine had expected her mother to say. "I really do wish for you to be happy, sweetheart...so if being fat makes you happy, then I'll support you." Jasmine was elated.

"Oh, really mum? Thank you so much!" Jasmine leaped and gave Eris a big hug.

"Oh, sweetie, I'd do anything to make you happy," Eris said, placing her arms around her daughter. "And to tell you the truth, I think it's kind of cute - your tummy, that is."

"Oh, me too! I just love my squishy tummy!" Jasmine said, pulling away from her mother to squeeze it for emphasis. Eris giggled, and poked Jasmine's tummy, watching her finger sink in to the newly-formed flab.

"I've always wondered what would happen if I gained weight; if your father would still love me..." Jasmine, however, ignored her, as she was simply lost in the feeling of how good it felt to have her belly poked.

"Well, it's time for lunch! Better get to eating!" Jasmine winked. Eris smiled, and kissed her daughter on the forehead before she skipped off to the kitchen once again. On her way there, Jasmine noticed a knight, the same one she noticed yesterday, was staring at her. "Yes?! Never see a girl with a fat belly before?!"

"Not as many as I'd like," the knight admitted. This surprised Jasmine. She had always assumed men preferred skinny girls.

"What do you mean? You like bigger women?" Jasmine asked in a seductive voice. Again surprising Jasmine, the knight nodded. "...Would you like to feed me?"

"D-Do you mean it?!" the knight gasped. This had been his dream for the longest time, to feed a woman, to make her large, huge, soft... "Oh, my lady, it would be the greatest honor! I swear on my honor that I shall serve you well!"

"Don't serve me well - serve me FOOD!" Jasmine exclaimed, grabbing the knight, named Thomas, by the wrist, and dragging him into the kitchen. "Go on, then; get me something to eat. As much as you can carry! Now!" Thomas nodded, smiled and bowed, and proceeded to the royal castle buffet, now serving lunch items. He simply could not believe his luck! He had gotten out of a bad relationship not long ago; his girlfriend had been rather stuck-up, and quite cruel to him when she found out about his secret desires. Even though Thomas did nothing that would betray her trust, his previous girlfriend cheated on him, and he never saw her again. But now he could indulge in his most desired fantasy of fattening up a beautiful woman! The knight picked up a plate, and started piling on greasy cheeseburgers and fries, fried onion rings, anything fattening that he saw that would get Jasmine fat. He poured a thick, creamy chocolate milkshake, and returned to Jasmine at once, who began devouring the fattening food at once. Thomas watched on in awe as Jasmine quickly scarfed down the triple-layered cheeseburgers like they were nothing. She chugged down the milkshake, and Thomas watched as Jasmine's belly inflated like a balloon. But then, Thomas had an idea - he was quite profound in the kitchen, and he knew a few secret recipes that he felt Jasmine might enjoy.

"If you'll excuse me, my lady; I will go and fetch something else for you to drink," Thomas said. Jasmine, with a mouth crammed full of greasy fries, nodded, and Thomas was off. Jasmine leaned back in her chair, and saw how round her belly had gotten. She gave it a few satisfied pats, enjoying the thunking noise her hand made when it made contact with her tummy. She leaned back some more, and got an enticing idea. She leaned over her swollen belly and grabbed a ketchup bottle, and leaned back even further. She opened the bottle, and poured ketchup into her belly button. She laughed as the cold condiment made contact with the skin of her navel, which she had always loved, and grabbed a few fries, dipping them into her belly button to slather them with ketchup before eating them. Eating had never been so erotic for her before! Jasmine burped, and sighed - she was stuffed! With only a single French fry left, she simply placed it upright in her belly button and rested, waiting for the knight named Thomas to return.

"I'm back!" he said instantly, not failing to hide his warm smile when he noticed the French fry sticking out of the princess's belly button. "Here, drink this; it's a special weight gain shake!" Jasmine's eyes widened and, instantly forgetting her fullness, grabbed the pitcher of the shake. Oh, how good it tasted! Creamy and chocolate, sweet and thick and gooey as it slide slowly down her throat. But man, her belly ached as it expanded further and further. She placed the half empty pitcher down, and began rubbing her belly. She could feel the shake sloshing around in her tummy, and it was making her skin slightly cold.

"Thank you, Thomas; that was delicious," Jasmine said. "But I don't think I can drink anymore, I'm too full..." In reality, she really wanted to finish the weight gain shake, so she winked at the knight, hoping he would catch on. It seemed unnecessary to do so, as Thomas had already picked up the shake, and walked up to Jasmine. Willingly, Jasmine opened her mouth, and Thomas placed the pitcher in at an angle, and "forcibly" made Jasmine drink the remainder of the weight gain formula. With each passing second, Jasmine's stomach swelled rounder and rounder. The shake was gone, and Jasmine was almost comatose from fullness and ecstasy. "Rub my tummy; that's an order," Jasmine whispered in her half-asleep state. Thomas was beside himself with joy; he had always wanted to feel a woman's exposed midriff! And so he began slowly massaging the princess huge, distended belly, taking pleasure in the softness of the skin mixed with the tightness of her belly with the food crammed into it. Jasmine was asleep, so Thomas removed the fry from her belly button and ate it. He had also a bit of a liking for navels, so every now and then, while massaging Jasmine's belly, he would linger around in her belly button. Both Jasmine and Thomas were happy.