Plumped Princesses, Part 2

Trials of the Plumped Princesses!

A Super Mario Bros. WG Fanfic

Part 2 - A Feast Fit For A Queen

     Peach awoke, wrapped in soft pink light that resolved itself into silk sheets, and a pink gauze curtain. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if the incident had all been a dream, but then she realized a number of things. The first was that she was still in her summer dress rather than her nightgown. Second, the massive four-poster bed she was sitting in resembled neither the one in her hotel room nor the one in her royal bedroom back home. Finally, she wasn't alone; she could hear someone gently snoring just a few feet away. Pushing aside the curtain revealed a second four-post bed sitting next to hers, this one decorated in orange. A silhouetted figure stirred behind the gauze curtain, then slowly sat up and spoke the traditional words: "Where am I?"

     "Daisy?"

     "Peach?" The curtain was drawn aside, and indeed the occupant of the other bed was Princess Daisy. "I appreciate the company, but still... where are we?"

     "That's a very good question..." The two young women cautiously climbed out of their respective beds and stepped out to take a better look at their surroundings.

     Wherever they were, at least the owner had some taste. The floor was plush red carpet, which combined with the mahogany panelling on the walls to give one the impression of standing inside an enormous box of gourmet chocolates. A massive gilt-and-crystal chandelier illuminated the room, revealing a modest living room set-up in one corner with a large leather couch, a pair of well-stocked bookshelves, a hand-crafted coffee table, and a massive television set. A large wooden door in one wall let to a large and luxurious bathroom decorated in green and white, and there was even a walk-in closet with an astounding variety of outfits in an astounding variety of sizes. Rather spoiling the effect were the windows, all of them high and barred, and the remaining doors, two sets of locked and heavily-reinforced double-doors.

     "Well, we seem to be prisoners," said Peach reluctantly, "but at least whoever's holding us wants us to be comfortable."

     "Some comfort!" said Daisy, huffing in annoyance as she rattled the doors again, for what little good it did. "A luxury suite prison cell... and we don't even know who's kidnapped us or what they want!"

     "Well, this doesn't look like Bowser's handiwork..."

     "What makes you say that?"

     "I don't see a single statue of him anywhere. That terrapin tyrant always had a bit of an ego..."

     Daisy couldn't help but giggle at that remark, which brought some relief, however short-lived. "Yeah, but that still leaves the question..."

     "...Of who's holding us, yes" said Peach, pouting thoughtfully. "Are they some sort of radical group, like the X-Nauts? Some other new threat?"

     "Maybe they're just a crazy secret admirer with a lot of resources and too much free time?" said Daisy. That idea was somehow worse than the others. The pondering princesses were interrupted in their ruminations by a whirring, clicking noise, and the appearance of a small monitor near the front door. Curious, the two went to investigate, when suddenly the monitor sprung to life, revealing the unsightly image of a huge disembodied pig's nose. Thankfully, the nose was still attached to its owner: a tall, stocky, boar-like humanoid in a somewhat ill-fitting white suit with a grey shirt and black tie, who stepped back from the camera.

     "Ah, there we go," said the strange figure. It had a surprisingly high and sophisticated voice, with a sadly grating nasal quality that made the owner sound like an upper-class twit in a British sitcom. "And I see our guests are up and about!"

    "Um... who are you?" asked Peach.

    "And what's the big idea of keeping us captive like this?" demanded Daisy.

     The suited pig gave a self-satisfied snort. "Ah, none other than the lovely Princesses Peach and Daisy, in person! So to speak. All your questions shall be answered in due time, dear ladies. As for who I am... I am Lancelot Pigwig, and this is my beloved brother Percival!"

     Lancelot stepped aside to reveal a nearly identical figure who had apparently been standing just behind him, only dressed in an ill-fitting black suit with a red shirt and a white tie.

     "It's an honor to have you both as our esteemed guests, my ladies," said Percival. He had a deeper and more confident voice, which nonetheless was almost as irritating as his brother's. In Percival's case, this was from the smug and condescending tone he carried, the tone of one who knows he is right and you are wrong, but he is willing to listen to your ill-informed opinions out of courtesy.

     "Guests, nothing!" shouted Daisy. "You've got us locked up in the proverbial gilded cage!"

     "We do have considerably less comfortable accomodations available, my ladies," said Percival, his tone indicating that further complaints would get them moved there, "But we wanted you to enjoy yourselves during your prolonged stay with us."

     "You see," said Lancelot, moving back into camera view and standing next to his brother, "we have heard quite a few things about the both of you, my ladies. Not only of your beauty and charm, but your strength, wits, and courage as well."

     Daisy gave an indignant harumph, and tried to ignore the transparent flattery with limited success. Peach, meanwhile, simply nodded and said "Oh... well, if there was something you needed us to do, all you had to do was ask! There was no need to go abducting us like that!"

     At this, both of the Pigwig brothers burst out in snorts (appropriately enough) of bemused, condescending laughter. Catching Peach and Daisy's annoyed expressions, Percival composed himself and replied, "Oh, no! Not need as such, not need, my ladies. We... knock it off, you twit!" This was accompanied by a slap to the back of his brother's head, silencing his chortles completely.

     "My apologies... as I was saying, we do have some tasks we wish to see you accomplish, but they are not, in fact, quests for the sake of the world, or even a kingdom. No, these are merely... tests. Trials, if you will. Think of it as a game, for your amusement... and perhaps ours."

     "Do we look amused to you?!" shouted Daisy, all but ready to put the nearest piece of furniture she could lift through the monitor. This plan was sidelined, however, by an audible gurgle from her abdomen and shooting hunger pangs. "Ugh... and do you plan on feeding us, or letting us starve 'til we cave in to your demands?!"

    Peach clutched at her slender stomach and winced as she realized just how hungry she was. "Ooh, yes... it feels like we haven't eaten since yesterday!"

     "Alas, my ladies, you haven't," said Percival with a smirk. "You were out for rather a long time. But it's just about time for breakfast, so what's say we rectify that situation?" He reached a meaty hand into his jacket pocket, and produced a small remote control, pressing a brief sequence of buttons. A soft click and a rather louder creak indicated that the other set of double doors were opening. The princesses were drawn in that direction by the sound of the opening doors... and drawn rather faster by the delicious smells wafting through the air.

     "We've got quite a feast prepared," said Percival, his smirk shifting into a knowing grin just before he ended the transmission, "so feel free to enjoy yourselves to... the fullest."

     Words failed the princesses as they wandered through the newly-opened doors into a massive dining room, made to appear even more massive by the huge mirrors that hung from the wood-panelled walls. From the white plaster ceiling hung a vast crystal chandelier that lit the room brilliantly. But these were nothing next to the sight in the center of the room, a long table covered in a dark red tablecloth and laden with a staggering variety of breakfast food, with some pig-faced waitstaff bringing in yet more food.

     "Woah..." said Daisy, staring in awe. "When they said feast, they weren't kidding!"

     "All this food, and it's only set for two?" said Peach, a little skeptical at the sight of only two place settings at the nearest end of the table. On top of that, each of the two massive dining chairs were seemingly intended for someone who was larger than both the girls put together. "And look at the size of these portions..." She had to admit, though, she had a growing urge to dig into the glorious spread as soon as possible, an urge that was getting harder to fight. "They don't expect us to eat it all... do they?"

     Daisy, on the other hand, was choosing this very moment to stop fighting her urges. "I don't know, but I'm hungry enough to try!" With that, she scurried over to the table, sat down at the nearest chair, and waved to a passing waiter, who as it happened was carrying a tray with assorted dishes. The waiter grinned as he set the tray before Daisy, but he had hardly done so before the princess grabbed an oversized breakfast roll in both hands and bit into it. She quickly chewed and swallowed, giving a squeal of delight as she finished her mouthful. "Oh, you have got to try these, Peach!" she said, before quickly returning to her repast.

     Still somewhat wary, Peach sat across from Daisy, and found a tray laden with fresh fruit, waffles drowning in syrup and butter, and piping-hot rolls laid before her. She glanced at the waiter, who had already begun to scurry away, before grabbing a roll and sampling a small mouthful of bread.

     Peach made a delighted noise, and the small mouthful was quickly followed by a much larger mouthful. "Mmm... Oh, you're right! These are delicious!" There was no reply from Daisy, who was too busy digging into a gooey cinnamon bun garnished with strawberry icing, but Peach didn't wait for a reply in any case, finishing her rolls at an alarming pace and starting in on the waffles... and the fruit... and everything else the waiters brought her as she continued to feast with abandon.

     Neither princess seemed to realize just how much they were eating. If they had, they would have wondered why it didn't seem to satisfy their hunger in the least. Nor did they notice the effect their gluttony was having on their bodies. After a solid hour of eating, each of the two princesses had consumed enough food for half a dozen people, and it showed in their bulging bellies, which were now more than big enough to show under their loose-fitting dresses.

     Both Peach and Daisy were blissfully unaware of how much they had grown; they simply continued to eat what was brought before them, gobbling up everything from simple bowls of cereal, to platters of fried sausages, to mountainous stacks of pancakes and waffles, to elaborately-decorated pastries, every mouthful of it tasting like the most delicious meal they had ever had in their lives.

     As the minutes stretched into hours their feast continued, seemingly without end. By the end of the second hour, an observer would have guessed (and guessed correctly) that this was no ordinary meal. Both Peach and Daisy had grown further, and not just in their bellies. Under the ceaseless barrage of food, the two had gone from slender to voluptuous, their dresses now tight against ample bosoms, softened waistlines, and widening backsides. By the third hour the two had become undeniably plump, their figures losing definition and even their faces becoming rounder and chubbier. And still the feast continued, until a clock somewhere chimed the hour and the girls finished the last plates of food.

     Still in a gluttonous daze, Daisy slouched back in her chair and moaned, licking her stained lips. "Oh, so full... never had a meal like that in all my life..."

     Peach, struck by a similar slothfulness, could only mumble agreement and rub her belly... which, it slowly dawned on her, was considerably larger than when she had started the meal. The haze brought on by the massive meal quickly faded, to be replaced by growing alarm as she looked down. There were several seconds of stunned silence, brought to an abrupt end by a squeal of horror.

     "Gah!" Daisy flinched at the sudden noise, as though she were suffering a hangover rather than a food coma. "Not so loud... what's gotten into you, Peach?"

     "J-just look at me!" whimpered Peach, before looking up at her dining companion and gasping in renewed shock. "Or maybe look at us! W-we're huge!"

     "Hmm?" Daisy looked down lazily at her newfound girth for a few seconds before her situation clicked. "Ack!" She lurched back in surprise, which proved to be a mistake, as her increased weight send her chair topling back. "Ugh... what... how..." she muttered, struggling to even sit up. To her embarassment, a pair of taller, beefier servants had to help her up and right her chair.

     "Enjoying yourselves, ladies?" asked a voice from nowhere, a voice to which the girls had been introduced only that morning. One vast mirror slid into a compartment in the ceiling to reveal another, larger monitor-phone, this one again bearing the visage of Lancelot Pigwig and his brother Percival, the both of them wearing smug grins. "Ah, I see you are!"

     "W-what's going on?" demanded Peach, shock and fear giving way to righteous indignation. "Is this one of those 'trials' you mentioned, or just some twisted joke?!"

     "Yeah!" added Daisy, grunting as she managed to get to her feet. "Where do you get off kidnapping innocent women and stuffing them into obesity?!

     Apparently amused by their bravado, Lancelot burst out laughing again, while Percival merely smiled, before silencing his brother's guffaws with an elbow to the sternum. "Ladies," said Percival, "I can understand your shock and frustration, but it would not be much of a challenge if you knew every step of the trials in advance. This is a sort of qualifying round, combined with a... handicap, if you will."

     "Well, we don't have to play your stupid games!" shouted Daisy, storming (or rather, and much to her embarassment, waddling) for the doors, which to her dismay turned out to be locked again.

     "I do not recall giving you a choice in the matter, Princess Daisy," said Percival, his tones again becoming more threatening. "Now do try to relax and enjoy yourselves, the next meal should be starting shortly."

     "Next meal?" said Peach, who realized to her horror that it was just after noon, meaning she and Daisy had been eating for four hours nonstop without realizing it. Not only that, she was only slightly less hungry than she had been this morning. Daisy had drawn similar conclusions, and wore a similar expression of dread, mixed with humiliation, as she was escorted back to her seat by two burly guards.

     "Indeed!" said Lancelot with a smile of wicked anticipation. "It's just about time for lunch, and we've had the chef whip up some grand dishes for you. Bon appetit!" With that, the transmission ended, and the waiters began to bring out yet more food.

     The two princesses stared in awe as the trays were laid out on the table. The portions for lunch were just as massive, and the food no doubt just as fattening, as it had been for breakfast.

     "We can't keep this up, Daisy!" whispered Peach. "There's no telling how fat we're going to get at the rate they're feeding us!"

     "I know," replied Daisy, who was all but salivating at the tempting feast being brought in, "But it's going to be hard to ignore all this food... and what if we don't eat? They might just try and make us..."

     Peach shuddered at the thought of being force-fed by one of the brutish guards. What somehow made it worse was that the idea was darkly appealing... "Okay, but maybe we can try to eat slowly, take our time..."

     Easier said than done, Daisy thought, as the last of lunch was brought in and some waiters approached with heavily-laden trays of assorted dishes, each one of which looked and smelled quite literally irresistable. Pudgy fingers gingerly reached for an oversized sandwich, and Daisy slowly raised it to her mouth and took a bite.

     Daisy let out a low moan of delight as she slowly chewed the sandwich. It was a perfect balance of meat, cheese, and vegetables, perfectly garnished and seasoned on a perfectly baked roll. It was, all in all, the perfect sandwich. She swallowed and found herself taking another, larger bite, chewing and swallowing this one faster. Peach was likewise breaking down in the face of a vast garden salad slathered in rich dressing, eating it faster and faster with every mouthful. Before they knew it, they were both bolting down their meal as fast as possible, devouring dish after dish with wild abandon.

     Somehow, now that they knew what was happening to them, they could feel themselves growing fatter and rounder, the clothes growing tighter by the second. Peach blushed as she realized her hemline was creeping upwards as her body filled her once-loose sundress beyond its normal capacity, exposing inch after inch of swollen, stocking-clad thigh to the view of any curious onlookers. By this point, the bodies of the princesses were starting to fatten up in distinct ways, Peach developing a wide-bottomed "pear" shape while Daisy developing into a big-bellied "apple". It also seemed that like before, there was no stopping them until every morsel of food laid before them was packed into their ever-growing stomachs.

     And it wasn't as if the girls weren't trying to stop themselves. Every now and then one of the princesses would pause for breath, or for a drink, and for a few scant moments she would try and keep herself from starting to gorge again. The longest either of them made it was about a minute, before Peach caved in and cleaned her current plate, only to start on the very next one within reach. It was a dreadful thing to realize, but they were slowly losing control, becoming little more than eating machines.

     More dreadful still were the tempting thoughts rising up in the back of each girl's mind. Relax, they said. Doesn't it feel good to cut loose and not worry about your figures? To enjoy the taste, the smell, the texture, the whole act of eating? Peach and Daisy exchanged nervous glances, somehow communicating over their mindless automatic gluttony their mutual experience with the thoughts buzzing at the backs of their brains. They had little time to ponder whether those thoughts were brainwashing or messages from their own ids, and which prospect was worse, than the flow of food stopped and the clock once again struck the hour.

     As the haze of gluttony faded again, Peach moaned as she took stock of her body, for a number of reasons. Not only was she even fatter than before, no longer merely plump but unmistakably obese, but her dress was stretched taut against her body. Daisy was in a similar state of discomfort, rubbing her absolutely massive belly as she slouched back. There was a sudden sound of creaking fabric, followed by a loud tearing noise and a horrified squeal from Daisy as she realized she was starting to burst out of her dress, flesh bulging from a torn seam along her side.

     Daisy's expression of dread quickly turned to one of frustration and anger. Humiliated and powerless as she was, her spirit was far from broken. "Those... pigs are gonna get it for this!" she growled sotto voce. "When I get my hands on them..."

     "Take it easy, Daisy..." whispered Peach. "We'll be lucky if we get a chance like that. They're not stupid! Well, I don't know about Lancelot... his brother looks like the brains of the outfit. Which means at least he's anticipated we'd try something..."

     Daisy sighed, and winced as another seam creaked and split open. "You're probably right... anyway, Mario and Luigi have surely  found out what's happened to us! They'll take care of the Pigwig brothers and their flunkies!"

     "I hope they get here soon..." said Peach, turning as the clink of plates and cutlery indicated the arrival of dinner, "Because getting out of here is only going to get harder..."

     That was probably an understatement, considering the vastness of the third, and hopefully final, meal. It was a seven-course dinner with more than half again as much food as either breakfast or lunch, and the smell was every bit as intoxicating as before. This time there was no resistance; the two princesses merely began eating with gluttonous gusto within seconds of the waiters laying down the appetizers and pulling their hands away. Within a matter of minutes the assortment of fried and grilled light dishes was decimated, paving the way for vast bowls of creamy soup, and enormous salads drenched in rich dressing that surely canceled out their status as "health food".

     By the time the entrees rolled around, both Peach and Daisy had passed the three hundred pound mark, flesh bulging from growing tears in their undersized dresses. Peach blushed hotly as she felt her hips and thighs pressing against the arms of her chair, while Daisy was preoccupied with reaching past her massive breasts and belly to get at her food. Dozens of plates of fish, poultry, and meat, all cooked and seasoned to perfection, were messily devoured and licked clean, packing more and more weight on the princesses, who were swelling by the mouthful at this point. Miraculously, it appeared that their undergarments had stretched to fit, even as their dresses were stretched to the limit and began to more resemble oversized tops.

     Finally came dessert, in the form of ice cream and cake. In this case, it was two massive sundaes of the "eat it in one sitting, and it's free!" persuasion, which were set upon eagerly by Peach and Daisy, and a five-tiered chocolate fudge monstrosity that was already being sliced up and passed to the hungry princesses; a fitting finale to a feast of over twelve hours. Scoop after scoop of ice cream was swallowed, heedless of the threat of ice-cream headaches, and the slices of cake were all but swallowed whole.

     As the clocks struck a late hour, both princesses cleaned out the last of the ice cream and stuffed down the last slices of cake. Daisy's dress was the first to give up the ghost, what remained of it bursting off her ponderous bosom and drifting to the floor like confetti from a party popper. The last shreds of Peach's outfit soon met the same fate. Then, and only then, did both girls feel full. Not just full, in fact, but thoroughly, massively, almost impossibly stuffed.

     "Oooh... too much... is it over?" gasped Peach, hands gently rubbing the sides of her stomach.

     "I... I think so..." said Daisy, letting out a low moan. She shuttered as she realized her stomach had swollen to the point that it was squeezed between her lap and the table, and she could see, even from her angle, that Peach's enormous hips and bottom had more than likely wedged her into her own chair. A tiny part of her mind lamented the end of the parade of delicious flavors and textures, but was quickly pushed aside. "So now what?"

     "I... guess we go back to our rooms?" said Peach as she sat up and pushed her chair back. Or rather, she tried to push her chair back, and blushed profusely as she realized she was far too heavy for that. She blushed even deeper as she realized she had nothing on but a lacy pink bra and panties. "And get some new clothes... this is so embarrassing!"

     Daisy was blushing equally bright, for it dawned that her enlargement had also reduced her to her undergarments, orange silk in her case. Fortunately, each princess was soon approached by a guard who, eyes averted as politely as possible, helped them out of their seats and handed them voluminous sleeping gowns. Doubly fortunate, for no sooner had they dressed themselves than the Pigwig Brothers paid them a call again.

     "Are you decent, ladies?" said Lancelot, the leer that briefly passed across his face indicating he had hoped otherwise.

     "Hmph! Thanks to your goon squad," said Daisy indignantly. She stifled a belch as best she could as she waddled for the door. "Are you two done stuffing us?"

     "Indeed, that would be the end of your welcoming feast," said Percival. "You had best retire to your rooms for the night, my dears. The trials begin in earnest tomorrow! Sleep well..." With that, the transmission ended abruptly.

     "Sleep well, he says..." Frustrated as Daisy was, she was indeed groggy from the massive meal she had consumed. She stifled a yawn this time as she waddled into the bedroom, Peach following behind. The doors to the dining room slammed shut behind them, and there was the click of a lock.

     "Looks like that was our last meal for a while..." said Peach, and the mere thought of food reminded her of how full she was. "Not that we'll need it... ooh... *urp* Pardon me..."

     "Don't remind me..." said Daisy, belching again as she shuffled over to her bed, hefting herself onto the mattress and trying to ignore the chorus of creaking bed-springs thereby produced. "Right now I just want to sleep this meal off and forget the day ever happened!"

     "What sort of challenge do you think these Pigwigs have lined up for us?"

     "Don't know, not sure if I care..." said Daisy drowsily. "But those two look like they're capable of anything..."

     "That's what worries me..." said Peach, climbing into her own bed and turning off the light. "But I suppose there's no sense in worrying."

     "My thoughts exactly. We're facing the unknown one way or another, might as well face it well-rested. G'night, Peach!"

     "Good night..." With that, Peach laid back in bed, bewildered by the bizzare events the last twenty-four hours had brought. Though her mind buzzed with worries about the Pigwig brothers and their plans, which were undoubtedly of the diabolical sort, she eventually managed to get to sleep.

     While the two overstuffed royals were calling it an early night, the Pigwig brothers were still up and about, and gloating.

     "Did you see them, Percy? Did you?"

     "Of course! They are rather hard to miss at this point..." said Percival with a sigh. His brother's boyish enthusiasm was quite tiring at times.

     "And even more lovely fattened up!" said Lancelot, pacing about with an eager leer on his face. "Just the thought of those bountifully-bodied beauties running through the trials sends shivers up and down my spine..."

     "I will admit to a certain anticipation myself," said Percival, allowing himself a smile. It was hard to fault his brother's aforesaid overenthusiasm, given the delightful sight of the two overstuffed princesses. "And they managed quite a bit of defiance, even in the face of their situation. Especially that Daisy girl..."

     "You're sure there won't be any interruptions?" Lancelot said suddenly, looking worried. "I don't want any rescue attempts fouling things up, especially not by those Mario Brothers!"

     "No need to worry on that count... according to our agents, Mario and What's-His-Name are off looking for their princesses in the proverbial other castle."

     "Hah! Then they fell for that trick message?"

     "Of course!" said Percival with a hearty laugh. "Those lower-class meddlers may be heroes, but heroes aren't exactly known for thinking outside of straight lines. They'll be spending at least a week, possibly longer, chasing a chain of decoys, and our business with the princesses will be quite finished by the time they figure it out..."

     "Hah hah! What would I do without your cunning, my dear brother?"

     I shudder to think, Percival thought to himself. You wouldn't have gotten anywhere if I hadn't been holding your hand half the time, you bumptuous twit! Out loud, he simply said "A question worthy of consideration, my dear Lancelot. For now. I shall retire to bed, and I suggest you do the same. Tommorow marks the start of a spectacle, one I'll wager is quite unlike anything the princesses have experienced."

     "Oh, I do hope it's nothing they can't handle..." Lancelot said, without much sincerity. He was privately hoping to see Peach and Daisy struggle, if only a bit. It wouldn't be nearly as entertaining otherwise...