Royal Banquet

"Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm sorry l haven't written sooner, but my life as a royal maid has been mild chaos. I somehow managed to earn the status of "Prince's Favorite" in a mere matter of days and have been serving as his personal maid ever since. That certainly caught me by surprise. Honestly, he's exhausting to attend to, but has started opening up to me just a little bit, especially when drunk..."

It had been several months since I started working at the palace. I finished my letter, folded and sealed it, and headed down to the postmaster. I did my best to hurry, as the prince had asked me to join him for lunch.

I was just rounding the corner to head down the stairs when I smacked right into someone. The impact knocked me to the ground and I lost my glasses. I was gripped by the upper arm and hauled to my feet. The figure then stooped to retrieve my glasses from where they had fallen, and replaced them on my face.

"You should really watch where you're going, little teapot."

I looked up in shock. "Y-your Highness? W-Why are you here?"

"I had business with the postmaster. Why are you here?"

"I-I... have a letter I wish to send to my parents," I managed to squeak out.

"You said they live in West Malrun, right?" I nodded and he held out his hand. "Give it to me, I'll deliver it."

"B-but..."

"It can take him weeks to sort through mail, and I'm headed in that direction later today, anyway, now give it."

I hesitated, then reluctantly handed over my letter. He turned it over in his hands before tucking it into his tunic. He then wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Now, then," he said, rubbing his belly, "let's go eat, I'm fucking starving."

He had sent a servant ahead to the kitchens to inform the head maid of his meal demands, so by the time we arrived at the dining hall, the head maid was setting out the last of a small feast she had prepared, most of which was still steaming: a massive side of roast beef, thick seafood stew, savory meat-stuffed pastries, mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh bread with jam and butter, a bowl of fresh and exotic fruits, large tankards of ale, and an exquisitely decorated chocolate cake.

The prince sat down at the head of the table. I muttered something about going to help and turned to leave, but he caught my wrist and pulled me into his lap, holding my body to his muscular torso. "Oh no, little teapot, you're staying here with me. This celebration is as much for you as it is for me."

I stopped struggling against his grip and looked up at him. "W-what is it we're celebrating?"

"Your promotion, of course." He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Promotion?" I stared at him, unbelieving.

"Yes--" his grip on my waist tightened-- "I want you to be my Mistress."

I heard my brain grind to a halt as blood rushed into my face.

He smirked and opened his mouth to say something when his stomach let out a very loud and angry sounding growl. Frowning, he shook his head. "Never mind. Let's eat before that hag's cooking gets cold."

With that, he pulled the platter with the roast beef closer and, as usual, began to ravenously stuff his face, but would frequently feed me forkfuls of meat tender enough to melt in my mouth.

As we chewed our way through the slab, I could feel his stomach, as well as my own, start to push out ever so slightly. Since the prince insists I eat with him every meal, my own stomach capacity has increased quite a bit, though it's still a mere fraction of his. Eating so much all the time took some getting used to, but after a while, I found I enjoyed feeling the pressure build up inside me and the weight in my belly consuming so much leaves me with.

I watched him down the last of the roast beef and roughly patted his distended belly, dislodging a sizable gas bubble which exploded past his lips in a short, thick belch.

"BURRRRRAAAAAAOORRP! Ahh... That felt good."

"I'll bet..." I muttered, pulling a cluster of grapes from the fruit bowl.

He opened one eye, smirking. "You liked that, huh?"

I glared at him, holding up a grape. "Yeah, I did, and you're probably the only one I'd ever admit that to."

He used his teeth to take the grape from my fingers and swallowed it. "Heh, and I wouldn't want you to. You're mine, and I don't you to give anyone else that infatuated look you give me whenever I'm eating." He paused, narrowing his eyes at me. "Understand?"

I swallowed a grape of my own. "I wouldn't sabotage myself like that. Dealing with you is hard enough."

He just laughed as I fed him the majority of the grapes, eating the rest myself, before tossing the bare stems on the empty platter.

He pulled the soup closer next, telling me to drink first. He placed a hand on my stomach as I brought the bowl to my lips. The rich flavor filled my belly with a comforting warmth. I finished maybe a quarter of the large bowl before I had to put it down and reached for a napkin.

I took a deep breath as my stomach let out an unhappy whine. The prince pressed his fingers into my midsection, which helped relieve pressure.

"UUUUUUOOORRRRP!" The relief was immense and immediate. I moaned at how good it felt, leaning into my seat mate. He briefly rubbed my back before raising the soup bowl to his mouth. I rested an ear against his chest and a hand on his stomach.

As he guzzled the chunky liquid, I could hear it pouring down his throat, his abdomen swelling beneath my fingertips. For a moment, I wished we could stay like this forever, but the prince soon discarded the empty bowl.

I sat up and noticed a stream of broth trailing from the corner of his mouth almost down to his high collar. Dazed, I leaned forward and licked the stripe off his neck and jaw. He stared at me. I reflexively straightened, suddenly worried I'd somehow offended him.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled upwards. "Heh, you should see the look on your face."

I glared at him, then turned away in a huff, reaching for the fried dumplings. I bit into one. He sat up as well, and I could feel his stomach pressing into my back. I could feel it churning and shifting beneath his tunic. "Oh, don't be like that--" he didn't finish his sentence because I took the opportunity to stuff a pastry into his open mouth.

I turned back to him, holding the plate of dumplings. "Whatever, let's just get the rest of this into you."

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "As long as some of it goes into you as well--" I stuck one in his mouth and he simply swallowed it whole-- "I think you could stand to put on a little weight."

"I don't think that will be an issue for much longer, given how well you tend to eat." I emphasized my point by giving his belly a few hearty pats. It sounded like an overripe melon, and was just as big and round. I blushed as I thought of everything churning away inside him. We finished the fried dumplings and discarded the empty plate. I slipped my hand underneath his tunic, pressing my fingers into his taut skin. He slumped back against his chair, moaning in pleasure. Wanting him to burp more, I stuck a finger into his bellybutton and his stomach let out a sudden groan that could be heard rising up his throat.

UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLP

He let loose possibly the longest and loudest belch I've ever heard come out of him, which made me grateful I was sitting, because I very nearly swooned. "Good God, that was sexy..." I muttered, nuzzling his neck and chest. I was apparently a little louder than I thought because he laughed.

I removed my glasses and rested my head against his shoulder, snuggling into him as he reached for the dish of mashed potatoes. Most of them disappeared down the prince's gullet at an astonishing pace, though he still offered me a sizable portion, which I gladly accepted.

My maid's uniform was starting to get uncomfortably tight around my middle. My breath came short, my lungs unable to inflate fully. The warmth of the head maid's cooking spread throughout my body. Or, maybe that was arousal, I wasn't sure.

Another dish was emptied, and we made our way through the bread and fruit until all that was left was the chocolate cake. It wasn't a particularly large cake, but the aching behind my navel warned me not to overdo it.

"This is it, teapot. You holding up okay?" He laid a hand on my poor tummy, his fingers gently massaging. "Let's see if we can't get a good burp or two out of you."

Still dazed, I wasn't entirely sure what he did, but it worked; I belched several times in a row, leaving me exhausted and gasping for breath.

The prince drew me close and kissed my cheek. "That was pretty impressive, coming from one so small."

I looked up at him, blushing deeply as he stuffed a large forkful of cake into his mouth, chocolate frosting smearing around his lips. I felt his stomach swell slightly beneath my fingertips when he swallowed. "You're enjoying this just as much as I am, aren't you?"

His grip on me tightened. "Were you expecting me not to be?"

"No, it's pretty clear you are."

We managed to finish the cake, the prince leaned back in his chair, cradling his heavy belly. "Uff... Oh man, I'm stuffed."

My temperature rose several degrees hearing those words. I trailed my fingers up his side to the tight crest of his swollen stomach just below his ribcage.

He pushed the chair back, startling me, and swung his boots on to the table, crossing them at the ankle, leaning back a bit. "I think a short nap is in order," he said, dowsily, resting his jaw against the top of my head. He seemed to fall asleep almost immediately. I sighed, snuggled deeper into him, and was eventually lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat and active digestion.

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"Sire? Sire!"

Someone was shaking my shoulder, I swatted their hand away, irritated, before attempting to rub the sleep from my eyes. "Ngh... Whaddaya what?"

"Sire, it's about time to leave for your routine inspection."

Opening my eyes, I glanced around. Dining hall. Right. The table was empty save for a couple of full tankards. Huh. The old hag must've left them for us. Except my little teapot was curled up on my lap, still sleeping.

Damn, why's she gotta be so fucking cute?

The manservant who woke me tucked her glasses into his vest pocket, then carefully lifted her into his arms. "I'll go put this one to bed."

I lowered my boots to the floor and stood up, belching and reaching for one of the mugs. "Take her to my room."

The servant blinked. "Sir? She's only a maid."

I turned to glare at him, tankard half raised. "Did I stutter? She's mine, now, and I want you to put her in my bed. Now go." I gave a flippant wave of my hand and he left.

Turning back to the ale cup in my hand and chugged its contents in about 10 seconds, then did the same to the other. The drink splashed into my bloated stomach, stretching it tighter with every swallow. I slammed the empty tankard down on the table, wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and turned to leave, digging my fingers into my belly, trying to work out any gas bubbles I could.

Sigh. Doing it myself just wasn't the same. The sensation of my teapot's soft hands pressing into my gut lingered. As I made my way to the courtyard, I wondered if the rest of her was as soft as her hands were. A sudden image of her, undressed and squirming, came to my mind. I felt my face flush.

"Sir?" a nearby knight called. "Is something wrong?"

I shook my head to clear it and approached my horse. "It's nothing." I put my foot into the stirrup and hauled myself into the saddle. There was a crinkle at my breast. Confused, I reached into my tunic and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. It was the teapot's letter to her parents. That's right. I told her I would deliver it.

"What's that?" the same knight asked.

"None of your goddamn businesses," I snapped, shoving the letter back into my tunic. Spurring my horse, I led the contingent of soldiers out of the castle courtyard and through the city.

The trip to the 5th garrison was dull and uneventful. As we neared the village of West Malrun, I remembered the teapot's letter, and turned to lead my mount off the main road. "Go on ahead," I told the commander, "I'll catch up in a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" I turned to glare at him and he seemed to give up– "Of course, sir–" and they rode on ahead.

As I entered the village, I stopped a passing peasant with a snap of my fingers, told him who I was looking for, and he led me to the house. I tossed him a couple coins before dismounting. He quickly gathered then up and scurried away.

I approached the indicated house and knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman answered the door. Her face paled visibly when she saw me and averted her gaze. I asked her name and she confirmed.

"C-can I help you?"

I fished the teapot's letter out of my tunic and held it out for her. "Hm, not really."

She took the parchment and looked at it. "This is...from my daughter?"

I went back to my horse and remounted. "Yes, and before you ask, I offered to deliver her letter because I like her and was gonna be in the area anyway."

She was about to say something when my stomach burbled loudly. I rubbed at it absently, turning my horse away when she offered something to eat. I laughed. "You wouldn't be able to support my appetite, so I'll pass." I spurred my mount into a gallop, thundering past the houses back to the main road.

The inspection of the garrison was completed without any major problems, and the commander asked if I was hungry. I stared at him. "You should know the answer to that, Commander." As if on cue, my stomach let out a deep, resounding rumble. I had finished digesting my noon meal some time ago and hunger was gnawing behind my navel again.

The commander laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. "That I should. Come, let's get something in your belly."

The meal provided wasn't particularly impressive, but there was more than enough, even for me. The soldiers and I ate and drank 'til we felt our bellies would burst. I leaned back, resting my hands on my massive gut. God, I loved feeling so big and heavy.

The garrison commander patted my belly, causing me to hiccup lightly. "You always have had an impressive appetite, boy."

A sizable gas bubble clawed is way up my throat, bursting in my mouth. I licked my lips. Ham and onions, with some earthen tones. "Were you expecting it to diminish any?" I smacked my gut a little harder. The overripe sound it made was satisfying. I wished my teapot were here, her belly rubs were a godsend.

"Will you be returning to the palace now?"

I shook my head. "I'm too stuffed and tired to ride right now."

So I spent the night in the spare officer's quarters, laying awake for some time, before my churning stomach lulled me into a deep sleep.

After a brief training session the next morning, I left with a belly full of pancakes, eggs, sausage, and fried potatoes.

Food always tastes better after a workout.

I absently rubbed at my swollen gut. I found myself thinking of my teapot yet again, desperately wanting her to run her silken hands over my skin. I rode in a daze fire some time, when a cry from the rear of the column shook me out of it.

It wasn't much of a fight. Several dozen brigands were attempting hit and run tactics and it didn't take long for the last to fall. The one we managed to keep from biting his tongue was bound and led along behind us.

By the time we made it back to the palace, my stomach was telling me, quite loudly, that it was meal time again. As I dismounted, two more riders entered the courtyard. I recognized my mother immediately, but not the other, until they got closer. It was my teapot. Her hair was in a single braid, instead of two, and she had discarded her maid's uniform and was wearing a tailored riding jacket, trousers, and tall black boots.

"Where are your glasses?" I asked as she climbed off her horse.

She handed her reins to one of the groomsmen. "The court physician fixed my eyes so I don't need them anymore."

"That's a shame, they were cute on you." I turned my mount over to the stable hands as well. "What were you doing with Mother?"

"Her Majesty was teaching me how to ride."

"You've found yourself a rare girl, my son. She's a fast learner and already rides almost as well as you do."

I turned back to my teapot, amused. "You're certainly full of surprises, aren't you?" I took hold of her arm and pulled her to me. Stroking her cheek, I bent down, intending to make out briefly, but my stomach decided to remind me it was time to eat again.

My new mistress smirked at me. "Speaking of being full, it sounds like that's what you need right now."

"Mmm, it does seem I'll have to satisfy my physical hunger first..." I mused, slinging an arm across her shoulders. I felt her tentatively put her own arm about my waist and we walked together to the dining hall.

"I was pretty surprised yesterday, you know, walking up in your bed."

"I meant what I said about wanting you," I told her, tightening my grip, "And my bed is where I want you more than anything."

"So this non-physical hunger you have is lust?"

"It may be a bit deeper than that, but I'm not quite sure just now."

"If you say so."

Once again, the table in the dining hall had quite a mouthwatering spread: several racks of sticky barbecue ribs sat in the center, surrounded by dishes of thick cheese and vegetable soup, seafood paella and herb-roasted potatoes. A basket of flaky croissants sat nearby and my nose caught the scent of cinnamon and apples. Apple pie? My stomach rumbled in anticipation.

"I hope you're hungry."

"I skipped lunch to prepare for this."

I grinned at her. "Oh, good." I took my customary place at the head of the table, with my teapot in my lap. She seemed as eager to start as I was, reaching for a knife and separating the spare ribs.

With the meat tender enough to fall off the bone, it didn't take us long to polish off the ribs and start on the next dish. The paella was washed down with cheesy soup and followed by the roast potatoes. I moaned gleefully as my stomach rounded out, the rich, heavy warmth of the old hag's cooking filling my swelling gut. The ecstasy of being so exquisitely stuffed, yet wanting more crammed into me to the point that anymore would mean bursting... I would stuff my face forever if I could.

We were both chewing on a croissant when a servant entered and informed me that Mother wanted to see me.

"We'll head there when we finish here," I said, waving him off.

"She only wants to see you, sire."

Swallowing the rest of my croissant, I reached for another. "UURRRP Fine, whatever."

With the last of the buttery baked goods safely in our bellies, my little teapot leaned heavily against me. She delicately pressed her fingers into her tight belly – cute, domed little thing – just above mine. Her breath was shallow and her cheeks were flushed. I stared into her face. Good God, she was adorable.

She lazily opened her eyes. "My prince...?" The movement of her mouth transfixed my attention. Gah! This was too much. I had to know. I bent down and brushed my lips against hers, unable to think of anything other than kissing this common girl who had somehow managed to trap my heart.

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I gaped at my prince, my heart pounding in my chest, face flaming, voice catching in my throat. He was blushing just as hard or harder than I was. I vaguely heard him saying something about getting used to that. I took hold of the edge of the table and pulled myself into a sitting position, wetting my lips slightly. His taste lingered.

As I struggled to get my heartrate under control, I noticed the still-warm apple pie. There was a jar of what looked like heavy cream nearby. I handed it back out back to him and he twisted the lid open, belching lightly.

The gurgles eminating from the prince's midsection made me eager to get the flaky fruit dessert into his attractively bloated tummy. "How much room do you think you have left?"

He regarded the pie and sweet cream, glanced down at his thickly churning abdomen, then back up at me, smirking. "I guess there's only one way to find out. Do you want to feed me? Or, would you rather I feed myself so you can work your magic on my beefy gut?"

I thought about that, straddling him and pushing up his shirt to reveal the globe of pale flesh it was hiding. "Why not both?" was my answer. "I can feed you part of it while letting the pressure build up, then you can finish the rest, and I can help work up any leftover gas."

He laughed, slapping his paunch. "Sounds like a plan to me."

And so, I used the sizable spoon to dump heaping servings down the prince's gullet. Gulp after hearty gulp, the massive lumps traveled down his throat and behind his collarbone, to squeeze into his bulging stomach.

With half the large dessert gone, I handed him the dish and sunk my palms into his skin. He took it and began ravenously shoveling pie crust and filling mixed with sweet cream down his throat. His belly stretched under my fingertips, groaning heavily. He finished the dessert and tossed the dish back into the table, arching his back slightly.

"Oof, just a little lower," he instructed and I obeyed. I pressed into the indicated spot and the resulting belch made me weak. He slumped back in his chair, panting. He then opened one eye and flashed that devilish grin of his at me. "Heh, that was pretty good, huh?"

I could only nod.

He looked past me at the table. "Hand me that jar, would you?" I turned back. The half-full jar of heavy whipping cream sat melting on the table. I transferred the glass to the prince's outstretched hand and he tipped the contents into his mouth, seeming scarcely to swallow. He quickly drained the jar and hiccuped sharply. "Ah, I'm full, now," he said, licking his lips, taking in the remains of his gluttony. A cocky grin split his cheeks. "Well, I was pretty greedy today, wasn't I?"

"You're greedy everyday, you oaf," I snorted.

His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed. "Ha!" he laughed. "You're lucky I like you. If anyone else had said something like that to me, they would have found themselves in the dungeon."

He lifted me off his lap then hauled himself to his feet. "I should go see Mother. Why don't you go wait for me in bed?"

I felt my face heat up at the suggestion and I gave him the most direct look I could muster. Taking hold of his mantle, I pulled him close and kissed him again. "Get going then, but don't keep me waiting too long."

His fingers trailed up my thigh to my rear end. "I'll keep that in mind," he whispered, his fingers still caressing.

Just before he turned to leave he pinched me. I managed to stifle the resulting exclamation and stared after him, clutching my behind.

I eventually managed to make my way back to the prince's rooms and take a quick bath. I donned a short, revealing night dress in a pale blue color and was sitting on the bed, brushing my hair when the prince returned. He stood staring for a bit. "Is... something wrong?" I asked, placing the brush on the bedside table.

"No," he said, not even trying to hide the hunger in his eyes. "Nothing at all."

I noticed him licking his lips greedily as he made his way to the door that led to the bath. I could tell, he couldn't wait to get his hands on me.

I climbed back into the bed, arranging myself in the most sensual way I could manage. The prince seemed to rush through his cleansing, desperate to join me as quickly as he could. He emerged drying his hair with a rough towel, which he discarded as he approached the bed. The intensity of my arousal went through the stone roof as I took in his bare, muscular body, with the exception of his still swollen belly, which sagged and swayed as he clamored over me.

"Now, then, where were we?" He didn't give me a chance to respond, lowering his body to mine and stealing a deep, lingering kiss, then trailed his lips down my neck. I wrapped my legs tightly around his midsection. There was enough air left in him that he burped lightly against my skin. He didn't break off his grazing my neck and collarbone.

We explored each other for a while, when the prince quite suddenly stopped, panting heavily, then went to work at what he really wanted. I shuddered briefly as I gripped his broad shoulders. Given our proximity, I could both hear and feel the contents of his stomach sloshing around as he moved.

By the time he had his fill, I was exhausted. He nuzzled my cheek after collapsing on top of me. "Well, now," he breathed. "I enjoyed that, how about you?" Then, his arms curled around me, and he buried his face in my chest.

Unable to answer, I simply lopped my arms about his neck, twisting my fingers into his hair. I could get used to the feeling of his weight on top of me. The only thing I could think of, as we drifted off to sleep, was the fact that I, a simple, common village girl, had just performed the most intimate of acts, with the crown prince.