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Jan 14, 2019
Part 10

Despite my excitement, the lull of Simon’s soft breathing paired with the warmth emitting from his frame, I fell asleep quickly. It was as if sleeping on a cloud. I could feel the passage of time, though it was melted into a hazy bliss. When I finally stirred, I noticed Simon’s arm was still draped around me as I pulled my head up from his chest to look at him. He was already awake, his amber eyes catching mine.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I wondered aloud, touching the corners of my mouth to make sure I hadn’t embarrassed myself by drooling. He laughed, and again, his form shook and wobbled along. I let myself relax and pushed my hands back onto his stomach, where the doughy flesh welcomed me.

“I may have glanced. But really, you’re very beautiful, I can’t be blamed for wanting to look upon you. Especially because you’re cute when you sleep,” he replied with a smile that melted his eyes to liquid chocolate. “Let me get that for you.” He began reaching with one pudgy hand to wipe the corner of my mouth, to my horror. Maybe I had drooled and just missed some? He chuckled again. “I’m just joking around, Rose. And even if you had drooled, couldn’t we just have excused that as a side effect of your irrevocable attraction for me?” He raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

“Oh is that funny? I wasn’t the one watching you sleep,” I countered. I could already feel the heat on my cheeks. Why did he always have to make me blush? Sure, obviously I was lusting after him. It wasn’t as if he was in denial of his own attraction of me.

“But you would have. If you would’ve woken up first,” he accused. I squinted at him momentarily, considering.

“Well, I didn’t,” I replied non-definitively. He didn’t seem to buy it, but didn’t say anything further. Instead, he pulled his hand up to my face again, this time entwining it into my raven hair. Once he had a hold, my face was ushered to his. When our lips met, I was reminded of Simon’s comment earlier about trying out my suggestion of fooling around after our nap. I began breathing deeply, pulling myself closer to him. My body felt as though it was steaming with desire.

“Eager, are we?” Simon tantalized as I took a moment to breathe properly.

“If you knew how tightly I was wound right now, you’d understand the eagerness,” I said lightly as my lips brushed his once more. He seemed to take a shaky breath after my words hit him.

“Well, let’s see if I can unravel you,” he whispered huskily. He was staring right into my eyes, which were merely inches away. Suddenly, I found myself on my back. Simon was on his side, leaning over me, but not entirely on top of me. I presumed it was because it would be difficult for him to hold his bulk with just his arms and knees.

I was already soaked for him, but when he began caressing my body, I felt small waves shake through my being. His hands caressed my humble breasts, pulling at the nipples until they were thoroughly tender. His lips alternated between kissing mine, and placing wet kisses along my neck and jawline. I was breathing so heavy, I feared momentarily I was going to lose consciousness.

“Have you ever been touched?”

The question surprised me. Isn’t it obvious?

“No,” I answered.

Simon nodded. “I’ll go slow. Let me know how this feels.”

His warm hands entered underneath my skirt and made their way between my legs. His chocolate eyes never left mine as his hand made contact with me. The moment he began a light massage, I began panting. I heard Simon exhale.

“Feels good?” he asked.

I didn’t want to speak out of fear that my voice would betray me and I’d sound like a nervous wreck. I nodded enthusiastically instead. He smiled at my gesture. When his finger slid inside me, I sort of began missing the stimulation from before, but as a second finger followed suit, I began to understand why people did this sort of thing.

“Oh,” I moaned as my head leaned back into the feather pillow.

“You want me to go faster?” Simon asked. I could hardly contain my frantic nodding. I heard his breathy laugh as he exhaled again. This pace was heating me up to new temperatures. I was no longer boiling, now I’d caught fire. I couldn’t help but emit small noises as his hand worked its magic. Once he’d seemed to believe I was happy with his new fast pace, he continued his earlier exploration of my breasts with his other hand.

“More,” I mumbled as my eyes rolled back into my head. He obliged, speeding the pace and pulling himself down spread my legs further. When I felt the fat of his stomach rub against mine, I basically lost it. My back arched as my hands grasped for a piece of blanket or sheet to hold onto. I was so close to losing myself completely. I looked up and saw his firey gaze again. I reached up to fondle his hefty flesh. I kneeded him, unashamed and desperately. He was so big, so squishy. In a matter of moments, I was coming apart. His hand left me as the final wave of his love rolled through my body. I was exhausted. Was that normal?

“How do you feel, Rosie?” Simon asked as he moved to lay next to me.

“I-,” I stumbled my words, to his amusement, before finally articulating, “Why did we wait so long to do that?”


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Jan 10, 2020
United States
I literally made an account just to reply to your story. This story you have written is so beautifully sensual, erotic, and heartfelt all at the same time. I look forward to reading more!


like the pancake
Dec 7, 2019
This story is amazing! I love all manner of stories where someone falls for their servant/subordinate. And you write the characters beautifully.


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Jan 14, 2019
Part 11

As I walked to the kitchen to fetch Simon his snack, I couldn’t help but grin. I was falling in love with him, I realized. It wasn’t as frightening as I’d once imagined it would be. Once I entered the kitchen, I felt my glow fade.
“Prince Simon requests his afternoon snack,” I announced. I was met with gazes that reflected annoyance, but they began preparing his cart.
It was odd to be waiting around in a room full of people I hardly worked with. Normally, I’d have become friends with a lot of these people, but since I spent nearly all my waking hours with Simon, I hardly knew them. And they certainly didn’t know me; not that I was complaining, but it did make interactions such as these a bit awkward.

“I would’ve tried cozying up to him too if I knew I could be upgraded to petty serving tasks,” a woman whispered, not incredibly quietly. The man next to her laughed before hushing her and glancing in my direction.
“It’s not worth it. You may as well be working with the livestock with how much of a cow that one is,” another servant chimed in. The kitchen erupted in laughter.

I could feel my cheeks getting red in anger, but I didn’t dare meet their eyes or say anything. Is that what people thought? That I charmed my way to working for Simon? That I tolerated his gluttonous lifestyle only for the perks of having his favor? It was infuriating, especially on top of what the only women had said to me earlier.

“Ayo, Girl!” a man called across the room. I turned to face the area where the voice had come from. “How often do the dress robes Prince Simon wears have to be replaced? We have a little bet going, I say twice a week! He says three!” The man speaking broke out into hysterical laughter, as if this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Is that how you speak of your future king?” I asked venomously. I watched as the man’s face fell.
“Oh right, I forgot being the Prince’s whore would force you to have a shred of loyalty,” he replied with humor creeping back into his voice. I looked around at the surrounding kitchen staff, only to be met by a few sympathetic gazes and mostly smug grins.
“Prince Simon is of royal blood and should be respected! And I shalln’t be disrespected for petty manly reasons,” I snapped. I could hear surprised gasps in response to my outbursts, but I didn’t look away from the man’s face to locate their owners.

The man then boldly walked my way. He had an arrogant saunter to his strut, which annoyed me on top of everything else. At this point, I was basically fuming; my hands balled at my sides so tightly that my knuckles were undoubtedly white.
“I will not be spoken to that way by a woman,” he said slowly. He had walked right up to me, looking down at me from a few paces away. “Apologize,” he demanded.
“What?” I scoffed. His eyes darkened.
“I’m your superior, in sex and in administration,” he muttered. It was true, he was a cook, a well respected position, while I was basically hand-maid, chosen mostly for companionship and not skill. Still, I was going to hold my ground.
“You may be my ‘superior’,” I said the word with narrowed eyes, “but I will not apologize for defending our royal Highness.” I took a defiant step forward, tilting my chin up at him. “And you are most definitely not my superior in honor.”
I turned to walk away from him, but my arm was tugged back.
“Don’t walk away from me, wench!”
When his hand connected to my face, I stumbled, momentarily shocked from the unexpected sting. My hands flew to my check, which was ringing from the harsh slap. The staff in the kitchen grumbled with whispers. I tried to speak, but no words would come out. I was entirely shocked.
The worst part is, it was within his right to hit me.

“What’s all this?” The Stewardess’ voice carried loudly in the room. “Get to work, the lot of you!” she demanded.

I’d never been so happy to see her in my life.
Once the crowd of servants dispersed, she led me out into the corridor.
“Are you alright, child?” she asked. Her normally cold tone was significantly softer. I assumed it was because she was a woman; she’d probably dealt with men like that cook a lot to reach her title.
“Yeah, I think so.” I pulled my hand away, allowing her to inspect my cheek. I could already feel it swelling the area beneath my eye.
“It’ll bruise,” she concluded. “But you’ll be alright, dear.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. She walked in the opposite direction with an incredibly erect posture and a face so unreadable, you’d think it was made of stone.

When I wheeled the cart through the thick wooden doors of Simon’s chambers, he was standing next to his wardrobe, trying to tug his pants up, but obviously struggling. I nearly laughed despite the pain in my heart at the confrontation I’d just had.
“Rose! My Lord, I was getting worried, I was going to get dressed to come find you and make sure nothing happened… What happened to your face?” he inquired desperately, abandoning his clothes at his feet and lumbering over to me. He pulled my face into his hands, inspecting my left cheek.
“I, well,” I stumbled, unsure if I wanted to even tell him what’d happened. After a moment, I decided I may as well be honest. “I got into an argument with a cook,” I explained. Simon’s eyes narrowed.
“They hit you?” he clarified with dangerous slowness.
I nodded.
“What’s their name?” he asked quietly. I could tell Simon was fuming inside.
“I don’t even know, it was sort of my fault. I spoke out of turn,” I mumbled.
“What’d you say? Tell me exactly.” He led me to the edge of the bed, where we sat with his hand enclosing mine.
I took a deep breath. I didn’t really want to tell him that his staff was making fun of him; I knew that would hurt his feelings. But it was the truth.
“Well, they were sort of poking fun. At you,” I looked up at him to gauge his reaction. His face remained blank, but his eyes were golden with intensity. “And I told him, the cook, well… I told him that he shouldn’t speak of his monarchy that way.” I took a shaky breath. “He called me ‘the Prince’s whore’,” I muttered.
“He did what?!” Simon burst. There it was, that anger I was sensing.
“He thinks that because you favor me, I don’t have to work as hard,” I said. That part was actually a little true, I reflected. “And that because I’m a woman, I shouldn’t be disrespecting him by talking back. I mean, he wanted me to apologize to him for defending you! I wouldn’t do it. So that’s when I basically told him that he had no honor.” I laughed weakly while retelling the last bit.
“So he struck you?” Simon inferred slowly, holding my hand more tightly.
“Yeah. Luckily the Stewardess came in and I was able to escape the confrontation.” Simon nodded and remained silent for a moment.
“Do you remember what he looked like?” he asked eventually.
“Let’s go down there and you can identify him to me,” Simon said abruptly, standing up.
“What? Why?” I wondered.
“I’ll have him beheaded.” Simon must’ve heard my shocked yelp, because he added, “He’s clearly disloyal to the crown. Traitors must be snuffed out and punished.”
I was surprised by his callousness. I supposed this was what a normal prince would probably be like all the time.
“Can’t you just fire him?” I suggested. “What he did to me was lawful, I mean… He might have kids.” I don’t know why, but I really didn’t want to be responsible this man’s death. Simon sat back down and took my face into his hands again. His thumb brushed over the tender skin.
“I’ll talk to my father about it.”
I smiled. There was something a little romantic about a man who would kill for you, but perhaps it’s even more romantic when he is able to refrain from doing so for you.


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Jan 14, 2019
Part 12

After the cook was relieved of his post, the other servants kept their distance from me. I’m pretty sure they were scared to upset me, believing that I somehow had an influence on Prince Simon’s decisions. Maybe I did, I didn’t know. Either way, I preferred this to being disrespected.

The winter months were beginning, and I relished sitting by the oversized fireplace in Simon’s room. Simon was getting fitted for new clothes again, and the tailor Lucien was making comfortable small talk. I noticed Simon was becoming comfortable with allowing people to see our ‘friendship’. Lucien had actually greeted me by name this time, which was a first. I wasn’t even aware that he knew my name. It made me feel more like an individual, although I wondered if it would start rumors. So far, I hadn’t heard anything, so I didn’t worry about it much.

“I think I’ve gotten all that I need,” Lucein stated, packing up his little bag with all of his tape measures. “Your Highness,” he bowed respectfully towards Simon before turning to me. “Rose.” He nodded his head at me, and unsure of what to do, I smiled in response. “Oh, and Prince Simon, that extra item you requested should be arriving momentarily.”

Simon’s face grew pink at Lucien’s comment, and the sound of the heavy doors closing after the slim man allowed me to ask about it.
“What extra item?” I asked.
“You’re quite nosy,” Simon said playfully.
“I think I’ve heard that before, yes.” I laughed and walked over to where he stood in front of the mirror.
Simon pulled me into his arms for a hug, enveloping me in his softness. I looked past his arm into the huge mirror at the two of us embracing. He looked like a giant compared to me. His head was practically a foot above mine. My black hair stood out against the pale flesh of his arm where my head rested. I could still see the purple-ish bruise under my eye, but it was fading into green at the edges. I actually looked kind of pretty, despite the bruising. The happiness radiating off of me from being in Simon’s arms improved my dreary looks.
“We make a good pair,” Simon’s voice rumbled; his neck was close to my head. I caught his glance in the mirror, knowing that he was thinking the same thing I was. Still, I was surprised that he would refer to us as a pair. Before I had a chance to inquire about his statement, a gaurd knocked gently on the door before opening it.
“This was just delivered for you, Your Highness,” the guard said, holding out his arms, which held a small luggage box.
“Thank you. Rose?” Simon said. I walked over to retrieve the mysterious item. When the door shut, I asked,
“What is it?”
“Sit down,” Simon prompted as he himself lowered his body onto the bed. I pulled myself into the middle of the bed to be as close to him as possible. “Open it. It’s for you,” Simon said with a nervous gleam.
“What? For me?” I questioned. He laughed.
“Yes, for you.”
With a shrug, I began to unlatch the leather straps before opening it. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. I pulled the garments out one by one to appreciate them separately. Simon had had Lucien (there was no doubt in my mind that these were his handiwork) make me a new skirt, blouse, corset, cloak, and even shoes!
“Simon…” I mumbled, unable to even explain how much this meant to me.
“I noticed that you’re always staying by the fire to keep warm, and your clothes now are worn down, not made to last, so I thought-,” he rambled adorably until I interrupted him.
“This was so thoughtful, thank you so much,” I said earnestly. I almost felt my eyes growing wet, but I held my happy tears back. I stood up enthusiastically, untying my corset as fast as I could behind my back.
“What are you doing?” Simon asked.
“I’m putting them on! Right this second. Do you want to help?” I practically squealed. Simon laughed richly and then stood to assist me.
Once we’d gotten the outfit on, I hopped over to his mirror to admire it. I looked… Well, the skirt was still brown, like my old one since bright colors are reserved for high ranking individuals, but this skirt fit differently. It had an elegance to the way it hung, and this shade of brown was more yellow-toned, which complimented my skin much more. The corset made me look curvy, something entirely new to me. I always looked half-starved, but the consistent meals I was allowed at court had helped me put on more weight, and this corset accentuated every inch of it. The blouse was much warmer and felt considerably higher in quality. The cloak was a deep bluish-green, with an emerald jewel at the neck clasp. The shoes were comfortable and much warmer as well.
“I look…” I began.
“Beautiful,” Simon finished.

Later that evening, after Simon had engulfed his usual enormous dinner, he sat back on his bed with a candle at his beside with a book in his hand. The candlelight gave him a little halo and made his brown eyes sparkle with flickers of gold. I kept going back and forth from prancing around the room, watching my new clothes twirl with me, and admiring Simon’s beauty. After a few minutes of his, Simon spoke up.
“You could join me over here,” he said without looking up from the pages.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
“Okay,” I said with a coy sort of meekness. I climbed into place next to him, gravitating toward him. Once, I’d nuzzled my way under his arm, I wrapped my slender arm around his globular waist. Impatiently, I pulled his face down to mine to kiss him. He smiled as we pulled away.
“I meant you could join me in reading. I’ve all sorts of books,” he said sweetly. I frowned.
“I don’t know how to read,” I said quietly. It was times like these, where I was reminded how different our circumstances were from one another that stung.
“Oh.” He seemed taken aback. I guess high born women are allowed to read and write, but most women aren’t, and almost no one, man or woman in the working class could read. “I could read to you, aloud. If you want,” he offered softly.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
A few weeks ago, something like that would’ve embarrassed me, but I was already extremely comfortable with Simon. He was so understanding, it would be a waste of energy to be embarrassed.
“Alright, this is a new book, well, a play really,” he said, pulling the book off of his bedside table and placing the one he’d been reading in its place. “It’s called Romeo and Juliet. This man, William Shakespeare, he’s from England, and he writes really great tragedies, like the Greeks did.”
“It’s a tragedy?” I questioned with some degree of distrust. I didn’t want to read something sad.
“Well, it’s also a comedy,” he added. “I haven’t read it yet, but my advisor said it’s a hit. Queen Elizabeth herself enjoys Shakespeare’s work. It must be good then, right?” I nodded. “Alright, then. Here we go.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”


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Jan 14, 2019
Part 13

Of course, it couldn’t last.

Queen Vanessa summoned Simon for more meetings; meetings I wasn’t allowed to attend. Simon never spoke about what went on in the meetings, but he often came back to his rooms upset. Normally, I could coax out some smiles from him, and he would continue reading me Romeo and Juliet.
On one particular evening, Simon returned from his meeting with his mother in a state. He was… blank. His usually expressive brown eyes were dull, and his pale skin seemed flat and lifeless. He let me cuddle up to him on the bed, but chose not to read, instead just held me close.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke.
“Don’t worry, Rose. I’m going to fix it, okay?”
I was worried. Seeing Simon upset was like a physical ache in my chest.
“Fix what?” I asked, even more worried.
“Shh…” he cooed, pulling me tighter against his body.

The only upside to Simon’s downcast mood was that he was eating even more than usual. He hardly wanted to do anything except stuff himself. The next morning, I could hardly get his clothes on him. Simon was gaining weight at an alarming rate with how much he’d been eating. His second chin was quickly developing a third, his fingers were puffy and thick. Simon’s legs were so fat that he walked with an exaggerated waddle. His arms were like pillows, but most impressively was his stomach. From his constant bingeing, it looked distended nearly all the time. Even in the morning, his stomach and chest were significantly puffier than they’d been only days earlier. Hugging him now felt like hugging a mattress.

I walked into Simon’s breakfast feast after finishing my meager meal to the sight of Simon’s pants opened from a popped button and his belly so swollen, he had to lean as far back as possible. The servants were hand feeding him, but clearly not fast enough for his liking. Simon whined.
“mnnnMOrE, not mmmnenough!”
I stood at the edge of the room, knees buckling. I’d never seen anything so arousing in my life.
Simon burped and moaned, clutching as much of his stomach as he could in his pudgy hands. His stomach filled his entire lap, nearly wedging himself between the table and his oversized chair.

I blinked, trying not to combust with the amount of attraction I felt for him. The servants rushed, and I overheard some of them mention that they were nearly out of food entirely.
Simon finished a platter of sausages, chewing between large breaths, his mouth shiny from grease. It was then that it happened.

Simon’s chair gave an ominous creak, before one leg bowed and broke. Off balance, the prince’s chair tumbled off to one side.

Simon’s shocked yelp broke me out of my turned on haze. I ran to his side as fast as I could.
“Your Highness!” I called.
“Oohhh,” Simon moaned from the floor. “Rose,” he said when he saw me.
“Are you okay!?” I asked, frantic.
“Ugh,” he moaned again, grabbing at his stomach. His shirt had rolled up, exposing the bottom half of his enormous gut. “Still… hungry,” he muttered.
I had to laugh.

Back in his room, I got Simon settled on his bed. His left side was a bit sore from the fall and he might have bruises, but he was alright. A carpenter had already been commissioned to make Simon an even larger, reinforced dining chair as soon as possible. Until it was ready, though, he was to eat in his rooms.

“I can’t believe it took ten men to pull you up off the floor,” I said quietly, rubbing against his leg from my spot at his side. Simon laughed a little, making his fat wobble like jelly. Simon took a large spoonful of one of the many pies I wheeled to the room. He had said he was still hungry, after all. I reached up to stroke his expansive stomach and found it was hard. He was completely stuffed, and yet he continued eating.
My worry pulled me out of my contentment. Simon usually ate because he enjoyed it. But lately he’d been pushing past his limits. It had to be uncomfortable, and not in the good way. The painful way.

“You okay, Simon?” I asked.
“Mmm,” came his reply.
“I,” I started. He glanced down at me at my hesitance, so I sat up to be at eye level with him. “I’m worried,” I said in a shy voice.
He seemed to sober at that. “Rose, why?”
I sighed. “You’re so distant, and I… I don’t mean to pry, but you… You’re acting differently. Like today,” I said. “You can’t still be hungry. I feel like you’re avoiding something.”
Simon paused, putting the empty pie tin on the cart and brushing crumbs off of his puffy chest.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he began.
“You can tell me anything,” I pleaded.
Simon grabbed my hand in his.
“Alright... My parents have been in contact with other kingdoms about… well, about my engagement.”
My heart stopped.
“Engagement?” I squeaked.
“Nothing’s final yet,” he was quick to clarify. “But they’ve been in talks with other royals, about dowries and alliances and that sort of thing. I won’t let anything come of it, I promise.” Simon said, his eyes sad but cautious.
I was freaking out. But what did I expect? He was a prince and I was a servant. He was going to marry someone eventually.
“Rose? Say something,” he asked softly. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he pulled me against his chest. “Shhh, it’ll be alright. I’m not letting you go, no matter what. I’m not letting you go,” Simon whispered.
“When?” was all I could think to ask. I was glad I couldn’t see his face when he answered.
“A few months, at most.”
I sobbed into his chest.
“I’m going to take care of it, Rose. My father will try, but I won’t let this happen.”
“That’s why you’ve been meeting with your mother,” I realized, pulling away to see his face. Simon nodded.
“She has to approve all alliances herself, my father can’t do it as King Consort. I’m going to make her see reason, even if she isn’t always in her right state of mind. She loves me, I know she’ll do what makes me happy,” he said. “Not to mention, I can ruin all potential suitors' interest just by meeting them.” He gestured to his physique with a self-pitying smile.
“Don’t say that,” I whispered, putting my hands on his stomach and rubbing in soothing circles.
“It’s true. That’s why I’ve been so adamant about eating. I want to make myself undesirable to them.”
My stomach churned uncomfortably.
“But it’s desirable for me. It's, GOD Simon, you’ve been driving me crazy with all of this eating. But then you act so sad and… I was so confused. I thought I’d done something wrong,” I confessed, chewing my lip.
His face softened.
“Rose, you’re perfect. I can’t even believe you like this,” he said with a laugh, rubbing his stomach.
I smiled, wiping my eyes of tears.
“I can show you how much I like it,” I said suggestively.
“Always so eager, aren’t you?” he teased.
“Only for you,” I said, deadly serious.


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Jan 14, 2019
Part 14

It’d been two months since I started working at the castle and I had a routine. I would wake up, get dressed in my new clothes (Simon had bought me three more outfits since the first one, all just as beautiful, while still appropriate for my station), and get Simon ready for his breakfast feast.

This morning, however, my routine was disturbed from the moment I opened my eyes.

“Rose,” Gretchen said, shaking my shoulders slightly.
“Wha-,” I muttered. It was too early, I thought to myself.

When I opened my eyes wider, I saw Gretchen leaning over me, a worried expression on her face, and the Stewardess hovering in the doorway to my room.
“Get dressed, quickly!” the Stewardess said tightly.

“What’s going on?” I asked, already obeying her orders and pulling on a skirt.

Gretchen looked apologetic. “King Nimes has requested to speak with you.”

That woke me up like a bucket of ice water to the face.

“Um, did he say why?” I asked, voice shaking. I was tying my corset with wobbly hands.

“No, he did not,” the Stewardess said. She looked nervous for me.

The walk to the royal wing of the palace had never seemed so long. I was imagining all the horrible ways this meeting could go wrong. Did he know about me and Simon? Was he going to order me to be beheaded? Would he take his anger out on my family instead? It was too much, my stomach was filled with nerves, my throat tight. By the time we got to the King’s study, I was feeling faint.

“It’ll be alright dear, you’re loyal to the crown. You shouldn’t have anything to worry about,” Gretchen said, running soothing hands down my arms.

She didn’t know that I definitely did have something to worry about. Despite that, I let her words calm me. With one last glance to the two closest things I’d made to friends here at court, I entered the study.

The guards let the doors close with a resounding bang of heavy wood. I jumped despite myself. Eyes to the floor, the only thing I noticed was a gorgeous patterned rug and a stately table covered in maps and other parchment.

“Rose, I presume?” a man’s voice asked. His voice wasn’t as velvety as Simon’s, but it had a similar cadence to it.

“Y-yes,” I stammered, face heating.

“You may look at me,” the king said. Obediently, I looked up. King Nimes wasn’t handsome. Simon definitely got his looks from his mother. The man before me wasn’t old, per se, but he looked weathered. His hair was greying, but it was his face that aged him. He looked mean. With a long nose, severe jawline, and angry blue eyes, he was the polar opposite to the soft, warm prince. And he was thin as a rail.

“You must be wondering why I’ve asked to see you,” he said loftily. I nodded along, not sure if I should speak. “Well, I wanted to make the acquaintance of the servant girl who made such an impression on my son.”
I didn’t know what to say. It felt like he was testing me to see if I’d crack. When I didn’t answer, he continued.

“It’s unusual for someone to catch the prince’s attention; unless that person was bringing him food, the disgusting glutton.” He laughed at himself, as if what he’d said was the most hilarious joke of all time.

My jaw clenched angrily, but I didn’t say anything.

“Now, I don’t have a very close relationship with my son. You see, we disagree on a philosophical level about just about everything. However, even I’ve noticed his favor of you. That dress? You could never have afforded it on your own. Am I right?” he asked, nose practically in the air.

“I make decent wages, your Majesty,” I said, deciding not to answer his question.

“Hmm,” the king hummed. “Perhaps.” He stood abruptly, and walked around the table to face me. “As your King,” he said, “I’m going to give you an order. And you will follow my order obediently like a good little peasant.”

My heart was thumping so loudly I could hear it in my ears. “What- um what order?”

He smiled deviantly. “You’re going to tell me what Simon and his vile mother get up to in their meetings.”

I gasped involuntarily. “I-I really don’t know. He-he doesn’t tell me,” I tried to say.

“Ah ah ah,” he said pointing a finger at me. “You will find out. Because if you don’t, you can say goodbye to court.”

I swallowed, trying to think of what that could mean. A lost job, certainly. Banishment? Maybe. Death?! ...Possibly.

“And how would your family ever pay of all of those debts your grandfather left you with? They couldn’t possibly manage without your income. It’d be such a shame to have them all hanged,” he said, acting nonchalant about killing my entire family. I’d never felt such terror. “And don’t think of saying a word of this to Simon. You won’t live to see the next day if you dare.”

I made a distressed noise, unable to say anything.

“Are we clear?”

“Clear,” I responded croakily.

When I left the King’s study with plans of weekly meeting locations and times, I walked back to the servants quarters in a daze. My brain kept going in circles, looking for a way out of it. But there wasn’t one. If I told Simon, I’d die, probably taking my whole family with me. If I did what the king asked, I was breaking Simon’s trust. He’d never forgive me. Plus, I assumed once I’d given whatever information the king needed, he’d kill me anyway. I’d be a loose end.

My body was numb, my mind full of fuzz. I threw up in a bucket when I entered my room, overtaken by panic-induced nausea. After a few retches, I sat back shakily. Queen Vanessa was the only person who out-ranked the king. But she was insane! How could I convince her that her husband was… well, he wasn’t really doing anything traitorous. He wanted me to be a traitor so he didn’t have to.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. Maybe… maybe Simon could convince his mother to do something about the king. He’d said she loved him more than anything. But if the king found out I’d told Simon, I was done for. He might have other people spying for him. It was possible that everyone in the castle was a spy. Telling Simon was so risky… but if I’m going to die either way…

My thoughts kept swaying, trying to decide what to do.
I got to Simon’s chambers late. He was waiting on his bed, as always.

“Rose, I was starting to worry. Are-are you alright?” he asked at the sight of me. I probably looked awful. I certainly felt it. Without meaning to, I broke into sobs. I ran into his arms.

Simone gave a ‘woof’ as I fell into his soft body. He held me close, stroking my hair. He was talking, asking me something, but I could hardly hear over my own sobs. After a few minutes, my crying gave way to heavy breaths and my tear-stained eyes dried. Simon’s stomach growled then, making me laugh shakily.

“You’re late for your breakfast,” I whispered, feeling guilty.

“I don’t care,” he said softly. “Rose, tell me what’s going on, please?”

And I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie and say everything was fine. It was reckless and stupid to put my own life, and the lives of my family at stake. But I told him. I told him everything.


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Part 15

“B-bu-but you can’t tell anyone! H-he’ll kill them a-all if you do,” I stuttered, clutching his nightshirt in my fists, desperate to explain what was at stake.

“I won’t. I won’t tell. Nothing’s going to happen to you, okay? Rose, look at me. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His eyes were so brown, his face so soft and honest. I believed him.

“Okay,” I squeaked.

“For now, act normal. Do as he says. I’ll... well, I suppose I’ll have to come up with things for you to tell him,” Simon said, stroking my back with his chubby hand.

“Act normal. Okay… Normally, you’d be eating breakfast by now,” I said with a minuscule smile.

“Wouldn’t want me losing any weight,” he joked, jiggling his flab around.

“Never,” I said.

By the time we got Simon dressed, his stomach was rumbling angrily. It was accustomed to being filled to bursting by now. When we got to Simon’s dining room, he tugged my hand when I began to walk to the kitchen where I normally ate my modest breakfast.

“I don’t want you out of my sight,” he said.

“But,” I began. Simon pulled me along while he waddled to the head of the table. His new chair was complete, about the size of three regular chairs so he had room to grow. He sat down heavily in it and pulled me onto his lap. There wasn’t a lot of room in his lap these days, so I was sort of positioned on the side of him with my legs on his.

“I’m keeping you close from now on,” he muttered into my ear. My face was hot. I knew the other servants were probably shocked, but I didn’t dare look at them.

“Okay,” I whispered, tucking myself more closely into his side.

Being here with Simon, in his chair, was different. I’d seen him eat a thousand times by now, but this close I could hear his huffs of breath, his groans and moans, so much more clearly. I could feel his stomach expanding and I ran my hands along it, soothing it as he stuffed himself. He held me with one arm wrapped around my waist, the other rubbing the bottom of his gut. I didn’t look at any of the staff as they fed Simon; I kept my head tucked into the fold of his neck. Everyone once in a while, when Simon started slowing down, he would take large sips of wine and pull me tight against him before belching. I always rubbed the top of his stomach, where it got nice and tight as he did. He seemed to be able to fit more in than usual. Probably because he was late for his meal.

“I, urp, need something sweet,” he panted. The servants rushed to get something.

“You’re so big,” I whispered. It was true. His stomach was bloated.

“Feels big,” he agreed. “Feels good.”

Simon licked his lips when a cake was set out. It was huge and covered in chocolate icing.

“Leave us,” he ordered. The servants left the room quietly. “Rose.”

I peaked my head out. He was smiling at me, some food stuck at the corner of his mouth.

“Feed me that cake until I’m too full to move.”

I felt myself getting wet. I nodded, not trusting my voice. I grabbed the cake server and cut a huge slice. It practically filled both of my hands. I put it up to Simon’s waiting mouth. He sighed in contentment at his first taste. From there, he ate like he was ravenous. I was cutting slices as fast as I could, not wanting to leave Simon’s mouth empty for even a moment. When the cake was half gone, he paused for a breather. My hands were covered in frosting, so he picked up his own chalice of milk and drained the glass. He burped and rubbed his stomach. It jutted out from his soft chest like a little table. Too excited not to, I rutted against his thigh, gasping.

“Ugh, Rose, I need more, come on,” he whined. I nearly whimpered myself, because he really had no right to be so sexy. I picked up the pace, pushing more cake into his mouth than before. He moaned and shifted, trying to get comfortable with his giant belly pressing down on him. I continued rubbing myself on his leg, getting closer and closer. By the time he was on the last piece I was nearly finished. His wet belch, followed by his lips sucking the frosting from my fingers sent me over the edge. With a small cry I came. He pulled me against him. I could hear his stomach rumbling unhappily at how much was crammed inside of it.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Simon whispered hotly. “Couldn’t even wait for my fingers, huh?”

I shook my head. After a few deep breaths, I sat up. I wiped his face and my hands, then gave him his customary belly rub. I coaxed a few more burps out of him while he stared at me with so much adoration in his eyes that I felt unworthy of.

“Can you walk?” I asked.

“Can you?” he countered.

“Yes,” I said, despite feeling weak in the knees from my orgasm, “Come on. I want to lie down next to you,” I said, hating how desperate I sounded. But after this morning, all I wanted was to be in his arms.

“Let’s,” he agreed. He was spectacularly stuffed, even for him. He had to rock back and forth to get enough momentum to stand, even with me tugging him up by his arm. In a standing position, he clutched his stomach, trying not to jostle it too much. He waddled out of the room slowly, with me under his arm.

In Simon’s room, the energy felt charged. I undressed him, noting how his new clothes were already tight. We made our way to his bed.

Simon laid on his side, his giant tummy filling the space between us. I kneaded it in my hands like dough before reaching underneath the overhang. His cock wasn’t hard, but it chubbed up when I got my hands on it.

Simon opened one eye. “Something you want?” he asked knowingly.

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

I continued touching him over his drawers, loving how quickly he was filling from my attention.

“I want to get my mouth on you,” I whispered. Simon’s face heated.

“O-okay,” he said, nodding.

With a devilish grin, I pushed him onto his back. “You have to pull your stomach up a little,” I said, nearly salivating at the reality that Simon’s belly was so big, I couldn’t fit my head under it. He grunted, but obliged, grabbing his doughy flesh with his arms. I pulled his drawers down to admire him for a moment. I’d seen him before when we were bathing, but he hadn’t been hard. I had never seen another man naked before, so I had no comparison, but he looked big.

“I’ve never, you know, done this before,” I said, getting nervous.

“I know. No one’s ever… you know, to me before either,” Simon said.

“Right. Well.” I flushed, feeling awkward. I leaned down and hesitantly wrapped my lips around his head. He made a noise of interest, a huff of breath, and it spurred me on. I pulled him deeper into my mouth, gagging a little. I pulled off and tried again, this time without gagging. After a few tries, I found an angle that worked. Simon was moaning and sighing, not sounding much different than he did when he was eating. I worked his cock until my jaw was aching and my eyes watering.

“Rose, Rose,” Simon mumbled. Even though I knew it was coming, I was still surprised when he came down my throat. I swallowed most of it, but some leaked out of my mouth. I licked it off his softening member.

“I, wow. Rose, I .. you’re incredible.”

I smiled, proud of myself. We both fell asleep, wrapped in one another.


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Just wanted to write a quick thank you to everyone who left kind comments and messages regarding this story! It was really tough to start writing again after such a long break (I finished my college degree mid-pandemic and started graduate school, so it was quite a chaotic time in my life) but all of your encouragement has meant so much to me! Thank you all, ily


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Jan 14, 2019
Part 16

King Nimes was an arrogant man, and Simon was more cunning than I’d even known. For the next few weeks, I repeated what Simon told me to tell the King, and because Simon knew his father quite well, it was easy for the King to believe these half-truths and lies. After all, men will believe what they want to believe and disregard the rest. And King Nimes really wanted to believe his wife was incompetent.

“The prince wants to help his m-mother,” I had told him.

Simon had King Nimes believing that he was simply trying to gain his mother’s favor by reading to her, helping her to remember things when she’d forgotten them, things like that. The King obviously had no idea Simon and his mother often had lucid conversations. I truthfully didn’t know any details about what they really spoke of, only that Simon was not going to allow any marriage engagements to stick.

“Hmmm, very good. Very good indeed, Rose. Keep up the good work and I might not have to kill you. Seeing a pretty head like yours severed from its body would not be pleasant. Not pleasant at all,” the King would say, stroking a cold hand down the side of my cheek, and I would shake and shiver with terror until he left.

As his father’s grave threats increased with every meeting, Simon grew more protective of me. I sat with him on his oversized chair at every meal, hanging onto his giant belly and feeling warm and safe and loved.

Today was different. Princess Emmajean arrived at court today.

As the youngest of seven siblings, four of them brothers, Princess Emmajean was fairly far down in the line of succession in her country, but she was known far and wide as a great beauty. Of course, she’d been sent to court in the hopes of creating a new alliance between the two countries. And by that, she meant to marry Simon.

I tried not to let the thought bother me. Simon always insisted that he wouldn’t let it happen, that he didn’t want anyone else, just me. I tried really hard to believe him.

But as I tugged on his clothes (some of his nicest dress robes) in preparation for the evening feast to celebrate her arrival, I felt distinctly upset.

Simon put his hands over mine, warming them where they stilled from doing up the buttons on his shirt.

“Don’t worry,” Simon said, voice soft. He ran a hand down my cheek, brushing his thumb in the space beneath my eyes, which were glassy. “She’s going to take one look at me and run,” he said with a small smile.

It made me laugh a little, despite myself. “I wish I could go with you,” I whispered. His eyes were so brown as they looked down at me.

“Tell you what, I’ll show you what it would be like if you were there,” Simon said, lips turning up into a lopsided smile.

He backed away from me and offered his hand.

I looked at it, and then back up at him.

“I’d ask you to dance.” My hand felt so small in his giant one as he pulled me back into him. His other hand settled on the small of my back. His giant stomach didn’t let us get very close to each other, but it was perfect. “Once I had you in my arms, I wouldn’t pay anyone else any mind. I’d twirl you around the great hall and everyone would be wondering how I ended up with the most beautiful girl in the room,” he whispered into my ear. We were moving, but I didn’t actually know how to dance, so it was more like swaying. His body rubbed against mine and it soothed me.

“The most beautiful girl in the room, huh?” I asked, hiding my smile in his plushy shoulder.

“Oh, definitely. Probably the most beautiful girl in the kingdom.”

“Just probably?” I asked with a snort.

“Well, I haven’t met every citizen,” Simon said and I could hear a smile in his voice. After a few minutes, he pulled away. It was time for him to go. “Rose?”

“Yes?” I asked, feeling sad already even though he hadn’t left yet.

“Would you… would you stay here and wait for me?”

I blinked. I’d never stayed later than an hour or so past dinner. Of course, I often imagined what it would be like to actually sleep in his wonderful bed all through the night with Simon’s big body to keep me warm…

“O-of course,” I said.

Simon smiled, like I’d done something fantastic. “I won’t be too late,” he promised, kissing the back of my hand.

And then I watched him slowly walk to the doors, where guards awaited to escort him to the feast.

When the door opened a few minutes later, I was confused.

“Wha-,” I cut off short at the sight of Queen Vanessa standing in the doorway.

Quickly, I curtsied, keeping my head low. “Your Majesty,” I began, but the Queen made an impatient noise, crossing the room quickly.

Her fingers tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at her. Her eyes were clear this time, sharp.

“We don’t have much time,” she said quietly. “Do you love him? My son, do you love him?” she asked. Her eyes, so knowing this time, looked all over my face, as if she was searching for insincerity.

“Yes, I do,” I whispered. I did, I really really loved him.

She pursed her lips, but released my chin from her grasp.

“Of course. I… it was a pleasure to meet you, Rose,” Queen Vanessa said. She shook her head then, swishing it from side to side. “I’d… I’ve got to….” she mumbled, turning to head back out the door. I noticed her eyes fogging up again, looking glossy and aimless. I was scared out of my mind, but I watched, frozen, as she slowly meandered out of the room.

What was that?

I had no answer.

As I waited for Simon, I thought about the Queen. Simon didn’t really talk about her much, but he seemed sad that she wasn’t always… there. But just now, she’d seemed entirely coherent. So did her mind just come and go? Was that madness? I’d never met anyone who was losing their mind, so I didn’t really know.

I laid down on Simon’s bed, considering.

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