SSBBW, Sci-fi, Force Feeding, Inflation, XXXWG - In a society where the peers of the land have wives fattened to reflect their station, Genevieve is queen. The Grand Princess Genevieve by JP [Author's Note: Without a doubt this is the biggest weight gain I've ever done. It's a story I've had going through my head for awhile now, and I got bit by the Muse recently. Hope you enjoy it.] Princess Genevieve waited anxiously for her betrothed to arrive. He was the conquering Prince, the man who represented an empire from beyond the stars. They had arrived four years ago; people like their own, but with technology so far advanced it seemed like magic to her father’s people, the largest kingdom on the planet. They were called the Hierarchy, and claimed that she and her people were a forgotten colony on a backwater planet that was now to be reclaimed into their proper place. There were only 20 far-flung kingdoms on their planet which the invaders renamed immediately to Sevelon in honor of her Prince. The Hierarchy started conquering the smallest and most isolated kingdoms first, there wasn’t even a fight; the assembled armies, armed sometimes with only spears and bows would fall to their knees in surrender as sky chariots descended, firing rays that caused awe inspiring explosions. They moved systematically and quickly, taking kingdom after kingdom, and sending emissaries to the next one to prepare for their turn. Genevieve and her father heard that for the most part this would be a good thing. Education, science, medicine, and wondrous technology were made available once promises and tributes were given. Sevelon was to become an agricultural planet, a bread basket for the empire with its vast fields and deep oceans teeming with fish. Kingdoms that were little more than savage tribes were now host to new buildings, factories, and their fields were turned into huge expanses of farmland. Her father, King Heimland, was ambivalent about the whole thing, but knew he had the same chance as the others. His was the largest and most advanced kingdom, but even armed with their new invention of muskets they knew they had no chance. He met with the emissaries and was pleased that as the last and greatest king of their planet he was treated with proper accord. Prince Sevelon’s younger brother Tholland conducted the event and accepted her father’s sword as a sign of his fealty and submission. Genevieve’s younger sister, Ethelia, was presented as required to Tholland as a token also of their union. Tholland seemed very pleased at the 18-year-old offering of the slight and proper girl, dressed in her finery and attended on by ladies-in-waiting. Both sisters found the imperial and regal Tholland to be quite handsome and realized this was a wondrous day, but scary as well. They had heard…things about the fate of Princesses that had been given in tribute to the various generals and royalty of the conquering Hierarchy. Nothing could be done about it though. Genevieve still wondered at the cryptic words that Tholland gave her when he took Ethelia back with him onto his chariot and to his palace elsewhere on the planet. “My brother, the King of Sevelon shall come for you in a year, the Princesses will be properly prepared by then, and then it will be your turn to do your duty for Sevelon.” Genevieve’s attendants fussed over her hair and dress incessantly as she sighed and wondered what Prince Tholland had meant. They were to assemble at the new courtyard, which had been converted into a royal landing ground for the increasingly familiar flying chariots. The people were getting used to seeing those wonders plus numerous others. Disease was virtually eradicated and a vigorous education program began. More was to come of course, but it was still an interesting time to live as they became more firmly entrenched in the Hierarchy. Still the rumors of the Princesses…They’d heard nothing, other than they had been spirited away on their new husband’s chariots. Genevieve had received letters from her sister, but they were always brief, never telling what she was doing, just that she was healthy and experiencing the wonders of the Hierarchy and that Prince Tholland was truly proud of her. A long hour later she and her father were assembled at the courtyard with royal finery and pomp. Music played and banners flew along with the new Visor screens that seemed to magically display images from all over the world. In it she could see the other kingdoms assembled in similar fashion, but their own kings and queens were here to await their new King Sevelon. A lone chariot descended from the massive ship that hovered miles overhead, seemingly bigger than the entire kingdom itself, an ever present symbol of the Hierarchy’s presence. On the chariot was one man they’d seen many times before, ambassador to the Hierarchy, an older fellow, stern, but with a surprising amount of compassion and patience for the often backwards people of this planet. He was Ambassador Chillain, and wore his red robes and gold chains with dignity and pride. “People of Sevelon, loyal subjects of the Hierarchy, we have found you at last, and brought you back into our loving arms. We are very pleased to see how you prospered in the dark times since you were cut off from your parents, but now it is time to return to your loving Family. Wisely, you decided to accept us into your lives, and for this we sincerely thank you, you showed excellent grace in your submission, and have prospered no doubt for it. I shall shortly introduce the new extended Royal Family. But first I shall relate an interesting tale from your fables. We have found through our research versions of it through every one of the many kingdoms. “To some it is called the ‘Princess a’ Plenty’. To others it is the story of the earth goddess Hayla. One kingdom had a rather bawdy song which I shall not repeat. In your greatest kingdom the story was of Princess Haley, and her kidnapping by her foreign Prince and elopement against her father’s will. Princess Genevieve.” The Ambassador suddenly stepped towards her and her retinue. “Surely you know the tale? Would you please tell it?” he asked. Genevieve blushed and shyly held a hand to her lips. This was a story her mother told her when she was only 3 perhaps, some 18 years ago, but she knew it. Flushing more due to the unexpected request, she cleared her throat and then leaned forward to speak in the silver rod (which she now knew was called a microphone and allowed her to be heard at great distances). “Princess Haley was kidnapped by a young Prince, her true love, because her father wouldn’t allow them to be married, as they were rival kingdoms. They ran away, and in order to hide from the King’s scouts he pretended to be a tavern owner, while the Princess was encouraged to eat. The Prince knew alchemy and made potions that helped her as she grew fat. So fat, that when the King’s men found her she was unrecognizable, while the Prince was disguised in other ways.” She spoke well once she got over her surprise. Chillain smiled, obviously pleased at her recital, but gave a slight twirling motion with his other hand indicating that she should go on. Genevieve thought a moment and then spoke again. “…And…they lived happily...ever after..?” she finished and Chillain nodded. “Excellent Princess Genevieve. Of all the fables your Kingdom’s was closest. For you see, these fables are in fact a tradition of the Hierarchy, one that you have forgotten, but kept alive in your stories and legends. In the Hierarchy, it is the custom of a conquered king to give his daughter in marriage to the conqueror. This is not so different here.” Chillain paused as the people in the courtyard as well as those in their remote locations puzzled over his words. “So, without further ado, I present the 1st Duke of Grisham, Duke Gallus and his lovely Princess Venria!” and he cast his hand skyward as another platform chariot descended. The chariot of the smallest and first kingdom captured lowered swiftly and smoothly to the courtyard. There was a collective gasp from the crowd and in fact around the world. The duke stood beaming and proud in his formal blue military outfit, but it was the young Princess that caused the shock. The young girl, only 19 when she was first presented to the Duke, was now four years older and far heavier. Genevieve’s hands shot to her mouth as she took in the massive and incredibly fat Venria. She was seated on an arrangement of firm blue pillows that were holding her upright, her red hair done up in the latest fashion, with shiny beads woven through it, and her makeup done expertly on her chubby face. She wore great golden chains on her neck and wrists, jeweled rings, and nothing else! There was a shock through the crowd, the loudest coming from Venria’s own parents who stood up in amazement at the sight of her daughter. Her body had been transformed from a proper thin and lithe young girl into that of a hugely fat woman, her naked rolls piled on top of each other, her great and floppy breasts staying on top of her massive stomach by virtue of the gold chains that pierced her nipples and kept them in place. Her arms were as wide around as most women’s waists, and with a struggle she raised a hand to wave to the assembled people. The Duke standing beside her patted her shoulder, and she looked up at him in adoration, hoping she pleased him. Guards appeared from the crowd to keep people in order and prevent them from rushing the Ambassador or the Duke in their outrage. Chillain stepped back calmly and waited for the uproar to die down somewhat. “People of Sevelon. Loyal subjects. This is no way to behave! Your princess has been transformed as is our custom. And you have prospered beyond all your wildest dreams! Surely this is but a small price! As you can see, she is in good health and spirits, and no doubt the Duke’s fondest treasure.” The Duke nodded with undisguised pride. “Your wealth and power grows with the return to the Hierarchy, and to symbolize it so shall your Princesses! This is shocking no doubt, but soon you will come to love your Princesses for their service to their Hierarchy, they shall be a living symbol of the greatness of Sevelon.” With that, Chillain started clapping. For the first several moments he and the Duke and even Venria were the only ones clapping, her bosoms and folds of fat mesmerizing as she got them in motion. More clapping began to spread through the crowd as guards joined in, encouraging others near them. It wasn’t until King Heimland decided that this was indeed a small sacrifice to prevent them from being annihilated as well as all the advances made and began clapping himself that the rest of the crowd began clapping with greater enthusiasm. Finally even Venria’s parents clapped, her mother wiping a tear from her eye. Soon there was a roar of approval from all around the world as the terms of their service to the Hierarchy were revealed. “I now present Duke Lionus of the Barduli Kingdom! And his wife the magnificent Narcia!” The crowd quieted and was backing up as another platform descended. The Duke was similarly dressed as the first, but the Princess was far different. Like all Bardulis her skin was a deep and rich brown, with thick blond locks of hair, an exotic people. But the differences were more than skin deep. She was even more massive than Venria! She was far heavier, that was easy to see, with a truly huge and awe inspiring posterior. Most of her weight was below her waist, but the sheer size and width of her buttocks made most of the people gasp in shock. She wore little jewelry, instead intricate brightly colored cords and feathers adorned her head as she raised her hand to wave at the people. She seemed quite proud and confident as her platform fell into place next to the first. Venria’s smile faded slightly at the sight of the obviously larger Narcia. “As you can see the larger and more prosperous kingdoms have reflected their importance in their Princesses. The humble and beautiful Venria weighs in at a proud 1,000 pounds. Narcia has been fattened to a right and proper 2,000 pounds! They’re both magnificent examples of Sevelon’s bounty!” Applause continued amidst gasps at the revelation that the Princesses would grow bigger. The next Platform was now landing and the again gasps went through the crowd. Genevieve was panting and fanning herself as she contemplated the fate of her younger sister; their's was the biggest kingdom! Would her sister be larger? Surely she couldn’t be larger than… “Princess Orlean!” finished Chillain as the crowd inspected the somewhat shy, brown-haired and absolutely huge young Princess. “She weighs 3,000 pounds and is currently the heaviest living thing on planet Sevelon.” The largest animals on the planet were a type of seal that inhabited certain islands in the north, sometimes getting up to 2,500 pounds. She was more like a heap of humanity than merely an immensely fat girl. Her arms could not be raised to wave, though she did wiggle her fingers to the crowd. Her seemingly dainty feet poked out from under a tremendous overhang of belly fat and her inflated calves. Her face was wide and puffy, causing her eyes to squint and kept her mouth pursed. She could barely manage to turn her head slightly and receive the adoring kiss of her husband, Duke Kaltos. “And now I present the new heaviest being on the planet at 4,000 pounds.” Chillain paused to chuckle and the crowd laughed as well, absolutely enthralled by the spectacle. “Princess Marlla and her husband the Duke Eisen from the Ferris kingdom.” Princess Marlla was completely immobile and did not need many pillows to support her incredible frame. The piled and thick rolls of her own flab and solid weight kept her sitting upright and gave the impression that her head and face were sinking into the overall mass of her body. Shoulders and neck had already merged into the torso, and her huge breasts framed either side of the monstrous belly, to rest on the cushions of the platform. She sat impassively, with almost no expression on her porcine face. Then again, an expression of haughty indifference was well known as a hallmark of the people in her kingdom. “Now we shall see the magnificent, the huge, the awesome…Princess Kailindra of the Kingdom of Walperga, and her husband Duke Varn!” The slightly brown skinned behemoth descended next. The people of Walperga had almond shaped eyes, slim figures, black hair, and were considered very exotic and beautiful. Kailindra was all that, except slim. “You’ll notice that she is no longer sitting, at her weight, a grand and royal 5,000 pounds, she cannot be allowed to rest properly, so we have a gravity field around her to keep her aloft a bit.” Many of the people didn’t quite know what he said; all they knew was that the biggest girl so far was actually floating a few inches above her platform and when it landed she began to slowly rotate for everyone to see. Her body was in a standing position, unlike the others, so the crease of her backside and buttocks could truly be appreciated as it seemingly traveled from the middle of her back to just above her knees. “It should be noted that just one of this Princess’s breasts weighs more than Princess Venria!” Venria covered her face in shame at this revelation and was consoled by her husband with a pat on the shoulder as well as some sweets he had with him. If Walperga was proud it was difficult to tell, her face was so fat that her features might not have been able to move. The procession of fattened princesses continued, each one bigger than the previous. Princess Solaria of Solaria at 6,000 pounds, Rhia of Inez, Orla of Havelock, Zethina of Sigismund. Genevieve personally knew some of these girls, had attended balls with them and other functions. To see them floating so huge (they all floated now as their weight was over 5,000 pounds) was shocking to her, she kept saying to herself, “Surely they can’t be any bigger”, only to see the next one was definitely bigger. Their parade of shapes began to grow similar though. While each was bigger than the previous, the human body could only grow so large before formlessness began to become the rule. The women were upright, or so they seemed, but by 10,000+ pounds they looked less human and more like great balls of flesh. Their bloated torsos dominated their entire forms, causing their arms and legs to seemingly merge with the ball of their bodies. The progression was easy to see as each fatter girl had limbs that were more and more cone like. Their heads were barely staying above water so to speak. Chillain informed the assembled people that as their weight increased they made sure it gathered away from their heads so their Royal faces could always be admired. By 16,000 pounds (now their husbands were Princes instead of Dukes) the transformation into a pure floating ball of female flesh was complete. The Princess Isha of Garma was the first to seemingly have no limbs at all, just fattened fingers and toes poking out of her swollen torso, with two massive meat sacs which were her breasts floating gently in front of her. Princess Isha was Genevieve’s cousin, and she had to sit down as her ladies-in-waiting fanned her and brought her cool water to drink. The next three Princesses were brought down in similar fashion, but all could tell that they were waiting for the grand finale, their own Princess Ethelia. “And now Lords and Ladies, with all due honor and praise, I present his Majesty, the most Excellent…Prince Tholland of the Hierarchy and his exquisite wife, your own Princess Ethelia!” The royal platform descended and to everyone’s shock it was preceded by an orbiting processional of Ethelia’s ladies-in-waiting, each of them fattened up prodigiously, looking in equal proportion to some of the early Princesses. They were naked but for a single red and blue banner sparkling with gold trim. The five young multi-ton girls were somehow floating in a rather quick orbit beneath the platform, reaching the ground first, to balance precariously, seemingly on one toe, their cheeks flushed as their friends and families contemplated their awesome fate. The platform landed with a hiss of air that fluttered the banners, and then the girls floated quickly up and out of the way so all could see their Princess. The Prince was on a small floating podium hovering directly in front of his young and gigantic wife. He was floating directly between the pendulous and swaying breasts, perfectly symmetrical in size, each one bigger than several of the assembled Princesses. The Prince gestured behind him grandly and floated out of the way. The round female ball rotated slowly in turn, nodding forward as well so her face and crown could be seen. While her face was quite round and jowly, it was obvious they took pains to keep some of the fat away from it so her features could be distinguished, and Genevieve and her mother and father could see an obvious smile of pride on her face at being the crowning achievement in this royal assemblage of flesh. “She is some 24 feet in diameter, making her more than 75 feet around! Truly a royal weight and beloved size for our most noble Prince Tholland!” shouted Chillain as he led the people in another round of applause. Cheers went on for minutes before Chillain got them quiet again. “My lords and ladies, Dukes, Princesses, and Princes, Kings and Queens. I present…Prince Tholland.” The applause was cordial and appropriate as he floated down onto the platform, his enormous wife floating behind him. “People of Sevelon, my older brother King Sevelon shall not be joining us yet I’m afraid. He is leaving me to rule in his stead until he returns. But before he leaves he shall take with him his new wife, my adorable and beloved wife’s older sister…Genevieve!” he clapped politely as the cameras turned to her as well as all the eyes of virtually everyone on the planet. Genevieve had gathered her wits a little as she stood a bit and waved to the crowd. What would happen with her? Would they do the same to her? Would they make her even bigger?! Her heart fluttered as she approached Chillain as he gestured to her. The King and Queen sat stoically through it all, holding each other’s hands. “Princess Genevieve, you are beautiful, no doubt. Your sister has told me much about you and my older brother is anxious to meet you in the flesh. However, I’m afraid that you’re just not quite prepared.” Guards stepped through the crowd to frame her on either side, while other guards stood in front of the King and Queen and another group to keep the assembled people back. Genevieve began to panic as she saw her ladies-in-waiting escorted up as well by more guards. Looking up in desperation she caught her ‘little’ sister Ethelia’s smiling face and thought she saw her mouth the words with her thickened lips, “It’s OK.” People began to call out now in eager anticipation, it wasn’t every day you get to see royalty treated like this, and they were enjoying themselves. “How big will she be?” people were calling. Some were shouting out numbers like 21,000 or even 25,000. Chillain waved them off indicating that it was the Prince’s time to speak. “People of Sevelon, while my beautiful and huge wife is truly the largest Princess, as befits my station, she represents the largest kingdom on the planet Sevelon. My brother, King Sevelon goes to make the official claim at the seat of the Hierarchy on Earth, he could not have a wife so small, it would be shameful. What is the size of a kingdom? The Hierarchy is composed of entire planets! No, Princess Genevieve, to be a true tribute worthy of King Sevelon, you must reach a truly Hierarchy worthy size! Would you want your King to be laughed at in court? Would you want your planet to be thought as a puny backwater world?” shouted Prince Tholland. Genevieve was trembling all over and sweating under her dress. “No! Make her bigger! Make her the biggest!” screamed the crowd and the cheer was echoed throughout the different visors showing the assent from all the different kingdoms. The fattened Princesses were all nodding as well, those that could still nod.