Stuffed In The Daylight

Stuffed in the daylight

I think I'm outgrowing this chair 🫣🤭😅

Royalty

Cw: weight gain, clothes ripping, soft feedism

*knock knock* “Princess, may I come in? I got what you asked for.” Hellen, my hand servant, said as she stood outside my room. I had an important court meeting in a few hours so I was dressed up in my formal dress, but it meant I had to skip second breakfast so I was starving. After my hangry outburst at the last meeting, I was threatened to be put on a diet. I had put on some weight in the past couple years

“Yes, please come in!” I eagerly replied.

Her slender frame gracefully entered in her maid uniform carrying a tray of food. “It took a little bribery of the cooks and the guard, but I was able to get what you asked for. I hope it is up to the standards you expect.” She explained while I was visibly bouncing in my seat with excitement.

“I’m sure it’s going to be delicious, just give it to me already!” I said teasing. She knows how excited I get about food. She took the cover off the tray to reveal my favorite foods, steak with buttery mashed potatoes and gravy, asparagus, bread rolls with even more butter, and a strawberry shortcake for dessert. I was salivating just looking at all the delicious food. Eagerly, I grabbed the utensils and started cutting my steak.

“Princess, if I may. I am concerned that your usual…eating habits may result in that dress being unacceptable for the court. You have a tendency to drop food when you’re excited. Would you prefer if I fed it to you.”

I got a little embarrassed, and I couldn’t feel my face flush red, but she was right. This dress was already tight and hard to move in, and I had a hard time being tidy in the best of conditions.

“Yes, I believe you’re right. Thank you.”

Hellen picked up the utensils and began preparing my food. As she presented me the first bite, I couldn’t believe how delicious it was. The juicy meat paired perfectly with the gravy and mashed potatoes and felt warm and comforting as it warmed my belly. I closed my eyes and squealed a bit in excitement before opening my mouth for another bite. Every bite was divine, not just because of how the food was prepared, but how she was serving it to me. After a few bites of steak, she would change to the veggies or the rolls so I wasn’t eating the same thing all the time. The contents of each fork full was perfectly balanced, severing containing too much of one thing. Slowly, my belly started feeling full and pressed against the tight fabric of the dress. I probably outgrew this one, I’ll have to ask the seamstress to make me a new one, a bigger one.

“Thank you Hellen, I’m lucky to have a servant as thoughtful as you,” I said, when I finally broke out of my food induced daze.

“Thank you for the praise, my princess. It is an honor to serve your excellency.” A slight blush broke out over her face. She tends to be reserved with me but I know how much she enjoys the praise. “Are you ready for your cake now?”

“Yes, please!” I said enthusiastically. In reality, I was starting to reach my limits, but the cake looked so delectable that I couldn’t help myself but to try it no matter how full I was.

The first bite melted in my mouth with creamy, sweet, tart goodness. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan as the treat passed my lips then open my mouth for another. I mindlessly rubbed my bloated tummy as she kept feeding me bite after incredible bite. There was about a quart of the cake left when I heard a loud *RIIIP* emanate from my side.

The seams of my dress split on the side, revealing my stretch mark lined love handles. “Oh my goodness, my princess, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t stop!” I exclaimed. “Keep going! I want you to feed me the rest! Please don’t stop now!” I could see on her face how shocked and embarrassed she was. She was hesitant at first, but picked the fork back up and got back to work. By this point my stomach hurt from how stuffed it was, causing me to moan a little louder with every bite. Every so often I would hear a little rip as the tear in my side got bigger, letting more of squishy body push out of the side.

I opened my mouth to receive another bite, but was met with a pair of soft lips and a tongue. Gentle hands caressed my sides and bloated tummy and she kissed me deeply and passionately. I opened my eyes and to see my adorable servant lost in her own actions. Without thinking, I reached out and pressed her narrow frame against my soft body and kissed her back. Her hand massaged its way from my jiggly love handles, under the rip in my dress to my back, and gradually lower, grabbing and squeezing my fat ass.

When I finally came to my senses, I was able to mutter under the waves of pleasure, “Thank you Hellen, never stop treating me like this”

Wanna feed a shy, fat girl. The kind of girl with a belly but she's constantly sucking it in and not satisfying her huge appetite because she's embarrassed to eat so much in front of other people.

Wanna give her a judgemental side eye when she's about to say she's full with half her plate left so she feels guilty about leaving anything. I don't give her the choice of seconds, I just load her empty plate up for her and hit her with the 'dont you like it? I made this specially for you!'.

She eats it all, secretly satisfied her belly is full for once. I see her tummy pressing against her shirt, reach over and give it a little pat. 'Someone's enjoying themselves.' I smile, feeling her try and suck it back in, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She's not had enough yet. 'You think you could squeeze a little more in? I just hate for food to go to waste...' She semi-reluctantly gives in, loading her plate for the third time. This one pushes her over the edge. She starts to feel her pussy getting wet, her heavy stomach spuring it on.

She sits back in her chair having cleaned her 3rd plate. She pants, groaning. She stifles a burp, still not allowing herself to fully indulge. Her tummy has turned into a gut that she couldn't suck in if she tried. 'Good girl, that must feel better, hey?' I give it a squeeze this time. She's mortified as she tries and fails to suck it back in, her shirt no longer covering it. 'Let me get you some dessert.'

After dessert she has no choice. Her face is smeared with cream and frosting. Belches escape her mouth before she has any time to even think about hiding them. Her stomach is so full she can't even sit up properly anymore. She's just weighed down, her skirt ridden so far up from her squirming about, her dripping wet panties are making a stain on my dining chair. I help her to the recliner, making sure she's comfortable, leaving a vibrator just kissing her lips while I do the washing up. When I get back she looks a pathetic shell of the woman who sat down at my table earlier. She desperately begs me to let her cum as she tries to reach the vibrator. I straddle her, one hand on her belly the other gentility pushing the vibrator closer, hearing her whimper and laboured grunt as she instantly cums, not giving a single fuck anymore.

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