chapter 3: grow for me, fat boy!

"Good morning, chubby boy," A deep, but gentle voice said, stirring me from my sleep.

I felt a big, strong hand resting upon my stomach, sinking into my soft flesh. I let out a small gasp, as I saw the Prince laying next to me on my bed of moss.

"What, little chubby pet? Forgot that you fell asleep in my arms after your stuffing last night?" The large prince laughed, gently rubbing my belly with his powerful, but gentle hands. I-it felt... good... I had grown a little fatter, not as much as the first night, but, noticeable.

(Previous weight:260lbs -> Current weight: 300lbs)

"Y-yeah, m-my lord," I stammered as the Prince pulled me closer, his strong, muscled arm sinking onto my soft, plush fat rolls on my sides.

"Mmm, 'my lord'... That's the first time you've called me that, little pig," The Prince smiled, slowly tracing his fingers across my soft, jiggly body. "I like that," He growled happily into my ear, sending a flash of hot blush to my soft cheeks.

" Yes, my lord, th-that is the first time I-I h-have called you that," I said, trying my best to hide my blushing.

The Prince let out a hearty chuckle, and without warning, rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him, my soft, flabby body pressed tightly against his chiseled, muscled body.

"My sweet, little fat pet, you can't hide you're feelings from a Faerie Prince. We can sense the emotions of all mortal creatures, physically," The Prince smiled as I looked up at his, before he rolled again, this time putting me on my back, my belly jiggling as the Prince picked my up, and moved me with ease. The giant pinned me under him, and placed his heavy hand on my belly, giving it a good, strong squeeze, making my heart race, and my face flush with red.

"Every time I place my hands right here, I see you light up with desire, and you reek with the sweetest, most delicious scent of lust," He paused for a moment, and squeezed my belly just a little tighter, making me yelp. "You like this, little fat boy, don't you?" The Prince smiled, a lust filling his deep green.

"N-n-no... I-I-" I stammered helplessly.

"Mmm, little piggy, I know you like this... I can see it in your gorgeous chocolate eyes. This little fat boy wants to get fatter... and fatter... and fatter!" He smiled, squeezing, and rubbing every inch of my fat body. My thick thighs, my round ass, my soft belly, my squishy man boobs, my jiggly arms. And before I could even get a response out, a soft pair of lips pressed against mine.

I felt my heart beat like a humming bird's wings. I took a moment to process what was happening, but before I could consciously react, my arms shot around the Prince's neck, and I passionately returned his kiss.

He pulled away from me, his own cheeks now red as well, and stupefied, and blissfully happy smile on his face.

"Boy, you have done something no mortal has ever done before... You've stolen the heart of a Faerie Prince," The Prince smiled happily, pulling me in for another, deeper kiss, which I eagerly returned.

His strong finger sank into my soft, fat flesh as he held me tight. We sat, locked in a passionate kiss for a moment before he pulled away, and smiled happily.

"Mmmm, now, my sweet, little Collin, I have one little command for you, as your lord," The Prince smiled, setting me gently on my bed of moss. He held a large, plump purple fruit to my mouth, and whispered "Grow for me, fat boy."

I eagerly took a bite with out question, the juice of the fruit trickling down my chin and onto my soft belly.

"I know you want to get fatter, and softer, and bigger," The Prince purred into my ear, giving my belly gentle rubs as he encouraged me to eat. "I love how much you've grown, and I only want to make you even bigger, so eat, eat, and eat some more," The Prince smiled, as nymphs brought over more and more plates of fruit, and huge goblets of honey.

"Y-yes, m-m-my l-lord," I whimpered, as I stuffed my cheeks full of more fruit, and gulping down sweet honey to wash it down with.

"Good boy, fatty, eat," The Prince smiled, placing tender kisses down my neck, across my plump chest, and all over my soft belly as I ate more, and more, and more.

And I ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate. I ate almost three times as much as I did on the first night. I ate until my belly was taut, and round, and had absolutely no room left inside it.

"N-no m-more... p-please, m-my l-l-lord... a-any m-more... a-a-and I-I m-may... b-burst!" I whimpered, my big, round belly stuffed to the very brim with heavy, fattening Faerie food.

"Alright, my love, no more, not until this round has settled." The Prince smiled, waving away the nymphs. He laid down next to me, and pulled me close. My fingers grazed through the thick green hair upon his the Prince's chest, while his hand explored the soft globe that was my stuffed belly. He smiled, just staring into my eyes fore a moment.

"My name is Strav. Strav Windborne. Now, you have my name. You are free to leave the grove, if you wanted to... but... will you stay?" The Prince said, a small, sheepish smile on his face. "The Honey Grove is a place of bounty, and abundance. Stay, and you will never want for anything ever again. I will care for you, and love you, but if you do not wish to stay, I will not harbor ill will. You will walk free from this place baring no curse, or hex, and even, if you desire so, a way for you to go back to your original weight and size." Strav said, a stern, almost cold honesty in his voice. "The choice is yours, my love."

My mind raced, and in truth, I thought for just a moment about leaving, taking off, and never looking back. But I thought for a moment, and then another moment after that.

"I... I wish to stay... I-I wish to grow, a-and fatten to your desires... My only wish from the outside world, is my writing. I wish to write, and document my stay here in the Honey Grove, in the world of the Faerfolk." I smiled, pulling Strav into a deep kiss, yet again.

As he pulled away, a smile of pure happiness washed across the Faerie Prince's face.

"And so it will be!" Strav laughed, snapping his fingers, and in a blink, my books appeared beside me. "I cannot wait to read what this fat little poet will write," The Prince smiled rubbing my fat belly.

"And I cannot wait for my Faerie prince to make me into his fat, and happy little pig!" I blushed, patting the sides of my belly.

"Well, little fat boy, you have a lot of growing to do... Rest for now, but I plan to stuff that belly at least one more time before the day is over!" Strav smiled lustfully. "So, grow for me, fat boy!"