Princess Heather A Short Story By TH3_GH0$T Not much was known about the princess of Misthalin, a beautiful land with rolling hills carpeted by velvet grass. Rumors said her beauty could not be matched, not by the fairest maidens of every kingdom in the entire world. Princes from lands far and wide wished to meet this wonderful girl and peasants yearned to catch a glimpse of their angelic princess. Her name was Heather Sinclair, and she lived in the Sinclair castle just outside of Tirann, the thriving capital city. We find Heather in her room in the middle of a harsh winter. A fire and many blankets warm her, as well as a hot dinner fresh from the kitchen. Heather lounged on her huge plush bed after finishing her lavish dinner. 17 years of pampering had earned her a very large, yet perky set of breasts, soft arms, soft belly, wide luscious hips, a round, plump ass, and chubby legs that had never ran a step. The next day she would turn 18 and get to meet one of the handsome princes her father had told her about. Then if she liked him she would get married and then become queen. With those happy thoughts and a full belly she easily drifted off into a deep sleep. Heather awoke the next morning to a hearty breakfast in bed. After stuffing herself with pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and other delicious breakfast treats she napped until noon. Although she woke up and ate breakfast in the morning, noon is when Heather’s day really starts. She got out of bed, took a bath (The servants washed her), got dressed (The servants dressed her), and headed downstairs for lunch. Heaping platters of every dish imaginable adorned the table; she ate for an hour before she was full. Then she slept soundly until early evening, when it was time to get ready for the prince. *** The handsomely dressed prince was led by a servant up to Heather’s room; where he met truly the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Heather’s lustrous brunette curls framed her angelic face and cute double chin; her flowing red gown captured her curves perfectly. She lounged on the bed eating doughnuts, the picture of laziness. “I am Prince Luthor; it is an honor to meet you, delicate and fair Princess Heather.” “Thank you. You must have come a long way, sit down.” The longer they talked the more Heather fell in love with him. He was charming, handsome, kind, but tough when he had to be. This is the one, I know it, Heather thought. They got married the next month. A young maid named Julia was delivering drinks to King Luthor as he sat in the study with his advisors, discussing what to do with some peasants involved in a riot. So far they had come up with hanging, beheading, and drowning in the river. She heard voices inside and decided to listen at the door. “What will the queen say about this Luthor? Won’t she think it unjust to kill a peasant for participating in a small riot?” “It doesn’t matter, she won’t hear about it.” Luthor said “Why not?” “Because,” he replied, “at this moment, she’s in her room being fattened up with the cooks’ food; getting lazier and more out of shape. I’m confident that very soon she won’t have the strength to leave her room. Then with her out of the way we can take over Misthalin.” “Brilliant plan, this will be easy since she’s already chubby. But it’s a shame it has to be her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” “We have to put our feelings aside, this is serious business. If anyone even catches a whiff of this we’re the ones who will get beheaded.” “On that happy note we’ll end the meeting. See you tomorrow gentleman.” Luthor said. Julia walked away as fast as she could with a tray of drinks in her hands. She had to tell Heather. “That’s crazy, he’d never do that, he loves me.” Julia sighed. How could she make Heather understand not all nice people are that way on the inside? She’d lived all her life in the castle being spoiled and pampered, and it left her somewhat naïve. She left not knowing what to do. She couldn’t tell the parents, they’d be on Luthor’s side. She decided to get some rest, as her chores were done, and think about the problem in the morning. A few minutes after Julia had left Heather told Luthor of what she had said, saying how silly it was. Luthor laughed along with her, but as soon as he could, he framed Julia for a crime and she was executed. ***Three Years Later- By this time Luthor had successfully taken over Misthalin and Heather was completely unaware. Heather lounged on her bed during a harsh winter deep under the warm cover of many blankets. Her breasts somehow remained round and perky although they were then larger than basketballs. Her arms and tummy struggled to keep up with her hourglass figure, soon they might even overtake it. Her hips had grown so wide she would not fit through doors, her ass so big that if she had been able to stand it would have hung down on her enormous thighs halfway to the folds where her knees used to be, and her legs so fat, she hadn’t the strength to move them at all. Ignorance is bliss.