(This story contains massive stuffing and bloating. Don't like, don't read! Trust me, there are a trillion better things you can do than read something that doesn't interest you, and a trillion and one things better than complaining about it. :p To each his own.)
A long, long time ago, there existed a
prosperous kindgom with a benevolent and kindly king. One of his
decrees was that when young adults came of age, a large party would
be held and a lot of food would be eaten, to ensure prosperity and
fertility. The more food the person ate, the more prosperity it would
bring. So it went without saying that he arranged for a very large
party for his own daughter's birthday, and invited many people...
“Princess, are you ready?” the maid
asked, looking the young woman over carefully. The princess herself
was dressed in a beautiful dress that reached the floor, and her hair
was done up nicely. “It's such a shame your father can't be here to
see your party!”
“It's okay,” said the princess,
tying a large ribbon around her waist to complete her look. “I
understand it's busy work being a king!”
With that, she walked out of the room
and down the long spiraling stairs. As she passed the banquet room,
her stomach growled hungrily. “I don't suppose it will hurt to eat
a little snack before the party,” she thought to herself, ignoring
her servant's warnings, and she snuck inside.
She sat down at one of the many seats
next to a long, long table covered with many different appetizers and
dishes, taking a plate and piling it high with food. She nibbled at
it for some time, losing herself in the different tastes of her
kingdom's food, some savoury, some sweet, and all delicious.
By the time the first guest knocked at
the door, she was feeling much less hungry, in fact, she was feeling
quite comfortably full. She hid the empty plate under the table and
summoned a servant to open the door and greet the guests. One by one
they filed in, wishing her a happy birthday, and setting big, full
platters of many different foods on the banquet tables. Before long,
the whole room was full of conversations and laughter, and the mixed
scents of the foods of over 40 different nations.
“Oh, my...” she mused, looking a
bit worried, “Maybe I don't have to eat too much...”
“Princess!” an old man from a
not-so-far away kingdom hailed her with a big smile, pushing a rather
large plate of food into her arms. “You must try this! It was made
especially for you!”
She smiled at him genially and tried to
make her escape, saying, “I'll save it and eat it later!” bu the
man took her arm.
“Nonsense! It won't be any good
Thinking it couldn't hurt to eat a
little bit of it, she took a bite. It was so good, she ended up
eating the whole thing. When she finished, a servant took the plate
away and replaced it with a new one, full of new and different food.
“Wh-what's this?” she practically
whimpered, her stomach beginning to feel a bit more full than it
“It's the next dish, your highness.”
the servant bowed away, disappearing into the crowd.
She looked around and realized a few
people were watching her. Not wanting to offend her guests, she
gathered a forkful of food and popped it into her mouth. This dish
was very good, a creamy, chunky potato dish with dill and pepper. She
ate a bit more, feeling her dress start to tighten around her slowly
growing belly. A dull ache started to emanate from her midsection,
and she lowered the fork, looking at her guests. She didn't want to
insult anyone, so she took up another bite and ate it. Things
continued on that way for quite some time...
“Ohhhh...” the princess moaned,
lazily dropping another empty dish to the floor. Her belly bulged out
from under her bodice, looking massively pregnant. One hand was
rubbing her aching, gurgling belly even as she accepted a big bowl of
soup. She dropped the spoon and began to drink from the bowl, some
soup dripping from her chin onto her dress. The crowd had mostly
dispersed, it being hours after the party had started. The only
people who remained were the dignitaries who had not yet had their
dishes eaten, customarily waiting for the princess to eat them before
they left. They didn't seem to mind the princess's bloated state, as
in their minds, the larger the belly, the more prosperous their
kingdom would be.
Hiccoughing loudly, the young woman set
down the now empty bowl, a tired look on her face. Her head was
swimming, and her belly was a huge, sick, churning ball resting in
her lap. It had grown much too large for the dress to contain it, as
the fabric had torn, exposing the dome of aching flesh. She was
sitting down now, the weight of her belly too much to bear standing.
As she dropped the bowl, her belly let out a long, sick sounding
gurgle, and she clutched it with both hands, leaning forward and
“Ooh... I don't feel so good...”
She tried to stand, to excuse herself, but her belly sloshed and
groaned, and she had to sit back down as her tummyache got worse and
worse. “My belly... ohh... it's so full... I can't eat another
bite... urp...” She covered her mouth, blushing embarrassedly, though nobody seemed to notice.
She looked around at her surroundings,
at all the many empty plates and bowls, and the still full ones,
turning a bit pale. “I can't believe I ate all this...”
“But princess! You haven't even
touched my dish!”
She sighed as she straightened her
posture, sitting up to accept yet another dish. There were only a few
left... she could do this, she thought to herself...
It took three servants to help her up
from her chair after everyone had left, and three more to help her up
the stairs. Her bloated belly swayed from side to side as she walked,
sloshing and bubbling, groaning and gurgling loudly. She looked
beyond pregnant, huger than anyone in the kingdom had ever been. Both
of her hands gingerly clutched her aching stomach as she stumbled
almost drunkenly to her room. She was barely paying attention as they
laid her down in her bed on her back, too distracted by the intense
nausea and pain in her overly stuffed belly to argue even though it
was early still.
“You look a bit green, Princess.”
said her maid, gently patting the royal's swollen belly.
“Oohhh...” her belly made a loud
gurgling sound, and she massaged it tenderly, unable even to fit her
arms around it. “I feel so sick... I'll never eat so much again...
my poor, aching belly...”
“Nonsense, Princess! There will be
another party for you tomorrow!” the servant grinned almost
maliciously as she helped the princess into her bedtime clothes.
“Hic!” she tried to pull the shirt
over her belly, but it wouldn't fit. “Ohh... hic! My belly... it's
so big and full... so queasy... so sick...”
“Don't worry! I'm sure you'll feel
better tomorrow.” the maid said, as she walked to the door. “You'll
be getting up bright and early to greet the other half of the guests
who couldn't make it today!”
“Oh, no!” But her cry was no good,
as the servant closed the door and left her all alone with her awful
(That's the end of my story. I want feedback if you want me to write more. It would be even better if someone else would write me one back! Thanks! -maysk)