chapter 4

Summer gradually transformed into winter, and what little exercise the Princess had taken, strolling through the sprawling castle gardens, was abandoned due to the bitter weather. Instead, she spent even more time lounging around the castle, feeding her ever-growing appetite. It seemed that the chefs were working all the time, just to feed the demanding Princess. Everyday she seemed able to eat more than the day before; and the results were all-too-clearly displayed upon her ever-expanding person.
She had now outgrown yet another set of gowns, and was due to be measured for a new wardrobe. She had become exceedingly lazy.
Many days, she would not rise from her bed at all, but to use the facilities, and would spend the day gorging virtually non-stop, upon decadent, fattening foods, wearing the only thing that still fit her: her nightgown. Even this was beginning to grow tight; the silken white fabric strained across her belly when she sat up in bed.
When I informed her that she was to be measured for her new clothes, she uttered a grown of discontent, no doubt because this invasion would encroach upon her precious eating time.
"But, Milady... do not you wish to be weighed?" I asked with a glimmer in my eyes, as I stood over the bed, lusting after my growing goddess.
This thought seemed to cheer her a bit; and, stuffing the last of her morning waffles into her mouth, she heaved herself out of bed, and stood up.
"You may remove my garment," she dismissively informed me. Shuddering from head to toe, I complied, taking the gown by its hem, and easing it gently upwards, noting the amount of resistance that it encountered around the belly area. She raised her arms so that I might pull the nightie over her head.
Discarding it, I beheld her in her brassiere and underpants for the first time in months. It was a truly magnificent sight. We weighed her without ado, and discovered that the past few months of virtual inactivity had brought her weight up to 293lbs. She seemed quite delighted; I was beside myself.
"I daresay I shall reach 300lbs within a fortnight," the Princess said happily, admiring her fattened form in the looking-glass. Her belly had grown outwards farther and farther of late, and was now beginning to sag downwards slightly, over the tops of her underwear. Her breasts were hardly able to be contained by her inadequate brassiere; and her underwear were unable to cover her magnificent rear. It was dimpled with cellulite, as were the backs of her thick, wobbling thighs. She cupped her hands together at her underbelly and attempted to lift it, but now, instead of being able to jiggle it as she had more than 100lbs ago, it completely filled the space between her hands and the underside of her breasts.
I stared with my mouth stupidly agape, until she glanced over her shoulder, and met my eyes.
"You stare at me with the unseemly observations of a man," she said sternly.
"I- I am- sorry, milady," I stammered. "I- I meant no offence."
Turning back to her reflection, and smirking, the Princess replied: "If you help me to reach 300lbs within the week, you shall be rewarded."

Needless to say, I no doubt neglected my other duties around the castle that week, in my feverish desire to see my teenage queen broach 300lbs before the day of rest. I made sure her meals were even richer than usual, so that she would be able to consume more calories. I even went so far as to visit the village alchemist, and request that he brew a potion to slow the Princess' metabolism, so that it should become even easier for her body to transform her feasts into precious fat.
I admit, I was extremely preoccupied that week; I thought of little else, and each visit to my growing goddess promised new pleasures when finally she was weighed again.
For her part, Evelyn scarcely left her bedroom chamber that week, although she did expend a certain amount of energy trying on her new garments, when they were delivered to her on Wednesday. The seamstress, obviously well-accustomed by now to the Princess' ever-expanding waistline, had made the dresses quite huge; and all of them looked baggy upon her. I hoped that this would only incite the Princess to consume even more food, with the goal of filling out her new dresses.
Finally, Sunday arrived, and I rushed up to Princess Evelyn's room, to see the results of our efforts. The Princess was just awakening when I entered, and had not yet eaten even her first breakfast.
"Ohh Senator, I am very hungry," she moaned, rubbing her belly. "But first... I wish for you to weigh me." She heaved herself out of bed, her belly now occupying more than half of her lap when she sat. Quaking with desire, I bowed to her, and escorted her to the weighing room, painfully aware of every quiver of her delectable body with each of her heavy steps. I removed her gown, and she stepped onto the scale.
That day, she was found to weigh an incredible 311lbs. In one week! I was astounded, and attributed this new level of success to the alchemist's wonder-elixir.
"You certainly have not failed me, Senator," the Princess said throatily, clearly delighted with her rotund form. "I daresay under your care, I shall grow obscenely large. Now, as promised- your reward. What do you desire?"
I was unable to reply; but my countenance must have been sufficiently informative, for the Princess merely gave an indulgent smile.
"You may touch me," she said gently. With shuddering hands, I reached forth and caressed her bulging belly. It was as soft and warm as ever I could have dared to hope. Standing behind her, with her voluptuous buttocks pressing into my aching loins, I caressed her magnificent belly, and brushed my lips against her supple neck. I was aware of every point of contact; my breasts against her back, my chin against her shoulder. Squeezing her tightly, I could wrap my arms around her belly, but, should she continue to grow (I had no doubt that she would), I would not be able to do so for much longer. I closed my eyes and moaned with delight.
"That is enough," the Princess said in a quiet, but stern voice. She turned to face me, and patted her great belly with one hand, causing it to quiver and shake. "Perchance after I have grown a bit more, you may repeat this pleasure of yours, Senator. But now, fetch me my first breakfast! It is already near 8, and I have not yet dined!"