The Beauty and the Feast

Chapter 1 - 1.

It was mine. This gorgeous manor and everything that may lie within it.

I was already missing my grandmother dearly, she was what i like to consider my platonic soul mate. I was always the chubby girl my entire life, but she never belittled me for it once. Her belongings still strewn about the house as if she would walk inside at any moment - but she wouldn't. And now all i can do is sort out her belongings and begin to build my life here. Truly i don't think im worthy of this building, with its lush gardens and acres of land with the most beautiful forests. The numerous rooms, it was like a maze. Something you dream of. What have i ever done to deserve to inherit it? All i do is stuff my mouth with greasy food and rewatch the same TV shows.

I had always been curious about how she even came to acquire this grand manor as a child, eventually she told me it had been passed down in my family for at least 600 years and would be repaired or rebuilt when needed. As a history-buff, that amazed me.

Today it was time to begin to make this place my own, and it started with the maze of rooms.

"Oh god," i groaned. The door to one of the many bedrooms that i was attempting to open, just happened to be stuck. Like - really stuck. "Well..." I huffed, trying the door handle once more. My flabby body hit the door with a loud SMACK! Followed by a sound i can only describe as fat rippling. The door was finally open, revealing a room heavily out of place. It looked like it was ripped straight from a fantasy show - the walls were stone. As if they belonged in an ancient castle almost, a large four-posted bed sat in the middle of the large room, the large windows allowed the warmth of the sunlight to trickle into every corner of the room. There was an ancient-looking fireplace and the entire room made my head spin momentarily. I couldn't remember ever having seen this room before, not even from the outside.


"What..?" The room looked untouched, but the grey dust that lovingly dusted my finger-tips from opening the door, and the smell of mildew told me that the room had not been so much as looked at in at least decades. It was easy to miss rooms in this maze of a manor, i hadn't been told much about the real history of the house nor my family, my grandmother would always find a way to change the subject, frustrating at any age. In the corner was a small wooden desk, a pile of letters, papers and a copper cup sat atop of it. My mind told me to go forwards, and i listened.

I pulled my cropped shirt down slightly, my belly poking out from the tight, gold material, and leant down to investigate the desk. The cup... It was filled with what smelled like mead-wine? The liquid looked as if it had been poured only seconds ago, but there was nobody else here. I pushed my blonde hair off my shoulder and squinted my eyes in thought; the room couldn't have been disturbed with the caked layer of dust around the door, could it? Shivers ran down my entire body, i grabbed a paper off the desk and discovered these were intact diary entries.

'21st Catilian 444'

What kind of date is that? Catilian?! Clearly the month,but never in my life had i ever heard of such a thing. 444? A year that happened, but the rest of the entry left me realizing it was far beyond what i could ever have imagined.

'Today...
The king of our neighbouring land, Entienda, paid our kingdom a visit. The festivities were lavish, the food spread nearly made everyone's eyes pop right out of their sockets! But the best part... My father allowed me to be the hog tonight! I had only ever participated in the creation of hogs, but being one was a feeling like no other. It was... euphoric.Being fattened in front of the entire kingdom, being allowed the privilege of being force-fed by the whole kingdom, treated like the fat pig that i am.
I have never been so happy. Kind Fruili of the kingdom of Entienda was the first, my maid bought a pink gown to my chambers, it clung tightly to my already flabby body and if i grew much more it would be sure to rip! I was then escorted to the castle banquet hall before i was tied tightly to a throne that was far too small for my stature. I squeezed in and squirmed as the ropes dug slightly into my rolls, emphasising my size even further. King Fruili loved my outfit, kneeling as he lifted the funnel above my head and poured in cup after cup of ale and stuffed my mouth full of cheeses and breads until i was out of breath. Then came the rest of the entire kingdom, each person took a turn stuffing my mouth with food and drink while i couldn't do anything but completely submit. I was pushed far past my limits, each bite inflated my body. By the end of the banquet, i was heavily intoxicated on not just the ale - but the euphoria of being a real pig. My dress had long ripped, exposing my hanging gut and every single roll with no chance of hiding. The funny thing? I gained the weight of HALF of the court! My bed crumbled under my new weight, so my father sent the carpenters to work on creating me a larger, more solid bed so i wouldn't break it. So far it's holding up, but who knows for how long? I am so glad to be the princess of Engorgeia!

- princess Kezia.'

My eyebrows knitted together, my confusion all but growing. She was willingly made what, immobile, by her whole kingdom? Who even is princess kezia? Engorgeia?! I had heard of many places, but this was both intriguing and confusing enough that my head began to throb in pain before the room immediately began to spin and everything turned from spotty to pitch black.