Chapter 17 - part sixteen

Liara awoke to the sound of activity outside. Although she knew that the idyllic time she had shared with the Queen must soon come to an end, it was still jarring to find herself back in the stables. She tried to get up but her weight had exploded so fast that her brain was still trying to catch up with her body and she underestimated how much effort it would take to heave up her hefty frame. She sank back in the pillows, panting before trying again. She remembered when standing up could be done in one fluid, effortless movement without even a thought. Now it seemed like a laborious task of many stages as she had to first rock her cumbersome body into a seated position and then flop across the soft bed the way seals clumsily move their rotund bodies on land.

Her stomach was already growling its demand for food so she sank down on all fours and made her way towards the trough. If she had any other thought than filling her belly, she might have marvelled at how easily she allowed her hunger to make her degrade herself like this, how willing she was to get down on all fours and eat like an animal.

She was surprised to find the trough empty and even when she twisted the tap none of the thick, creamy feeding liquid that she so craved came. Gingerly, she brought her lips to the tap and in her desperation began to suck on it. But still there was nothing.

"You really are a big, blubbery pig now, aren't you? Perhaps if you had given in to your swine-ish tendencies sooner we would be spared whatever sick little games that Lady Payne had planned for us today."

Tristan. She had been so focused on finding food like a pig rooting in the dirt that she hadn't even heard him enter. She wondered that she had any shame left after all that she endured but still she felt her face grow hot.

"Please, you must understand that I had to at least try to escape. To try to reclaim something of myself, of my old life while I had the chance. But I never imagined that I would be endangering anyone but myself. I'm so sorry, Tristan, you must believe me."

"Save your words, I'll soon see just how sorry you are," His anger was only tempered by the knowledge that he had no real power over her but still he was going to enjoy what little dominance he had over the kneeling princess. "Hungry?"

Liara nodded meekly.

"I'm sorry," he said with a sardonic smile. "Her Majesty has requested a desperate, hungry fatty and I mean to deliver her one."

Liara stared at him, her mouth open dumbly with disbelief. She had become so accustomed to being overwhelmed that she could not recall the last time she had experienced the sensation of an empty belly. Her days with Morgana had become a never ending feast. Sometimes tender hand feedings where the Queen would caress her sweet double chin, kiss her chubby cheeks and gently rub her belly while lavishing praise upon her growing figure and coaxing her to eat more and more... just one more bite or two. Or three. Sometimes she would be more intense and domineering: forcing so much food into her mouth that she could barely breath and feared she would burst; taunting her about just how fat she was going to make her; driving her mad with arousal and only relieving her after she had funnel fed her an insane amount of calories. But these feedings had one thing in common: they would end with Liara being fatter, fuller and greedier than ever before.

Now, deprived of food for even just a short time, she felt not just hungry but ravenous. Even though she knew only too well that Morgana and Mathilde would ensure that she was filled to the brim soon enough, she still felt a wild animal panic deep in her gut that was difficult to quell.

Although his resentment for her was clear, Tristan was diligent as ever when he bathed her. He carefully soaped between her rolls of fat, lifted her huge hanging belly and cleaned all the parts of her that her arms were rapidly becoming too heavy and her body too vast for her to reach herself. His every touch reminded her just how big she had become, just how many rolls, bulges and folds she had, just how much there was of her to take care of now.

After he had bathed her Tristan returned with the Gretel costume that she was to wear. The cutesy costume was rendered monstrous by its sheer size and Liara could only stare at the at the tent-like swathes of fabric that he offered to her and wonder if it was a twisted joke. Surely it would be far too big for her?

However, when Tristan helped her to dress, the queen-sized princess was exploding out of the costume in all directions. The white blouse qualified as little more than a bra, only stretching enough to cover her breasts while her belly bulged out proudly beneath it. The green bodice had no hope of containing her fat, Tristan could not tie it so the pale rolls of her belly oozed out of it. The skirt was so short that it did nothing to conceal her modest, her belly hung so low now that it was barely visible at the front now and at the back the jutting shelf of her backside pushed it so high that her cellulite rippled cheeks were almost entirely on display.

She realised that gaining over a hundred pounds so rapidly had blown her self-image out of all proportion. she knew that she was big in an abstract sort of way but until now she had no idea just how enormous she had grown. She was only glad of the one small mercy that there were no mirrors in her stable but she knew that she must look like a bloated mockery of the fairytale character. Like a girl who had not only swallowed a gingerbread house but a gingerbread village and all of its gingerbread inhabitants.




Liara could not remember the last time she had been amongst so many people as Tristan led her onto the stage. She felt overwhelmed and dizzy, her eyes somehow out of focus as she looked out at the audience of nobles. Even the faintest murmuring in the crowd seemed unbearably loud. She felt almost relieved when the familiar figure of Mathilde came towards her.

"Doesn't she look darling?" Mathilde asked, turned to Morgana with her hands clasped together on gleeful delight. "Just as I hoped."

Morgana smiled warmly, allowing her guard to slip for a moment. "Enchanting. Like a fairytale brought to life."

The smile anchored Liara, made her feel safe and close to Morgana though in truth they were far from each other in a room full of strangers and neither knew what fate awaited her.

Mathilde gave Morgana a warning look and turned to her audience of nobles. "But there is much fun to be had before we reach our main event."