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“Mmmmm” Belle moaned through chocolate covered lips as she put her mousse covered finger into her mouth. Her finger then immediately returned to the bowl of chocolate mousse and again she used it as a spoon to shovel more of the delicious pudding into her mouth.
“Mrs. Potts, this is delicious. Just as delicious as the blancmange you served.”
“Thank you, dear” replied Mrs. Potts. “I think, my dear, you should now try this one.” Mrs. Potts began taking the chocolate mousse bowl off the table, but not before Belle eagerly dipped her finger in one last time. The bowl was soon replaced with a plate of pink petite fours. “These are cook’s speciality.”
With no encouragement needed, Belle reached out her hand and picked up one of the little cakes and plopped it into her mouth with delight. Before she’d even chewed half of it she was picking up another.
Down the petite fours went in under 3 minutes. Belle happily chewed away, basking in the sugary goodness as the plate was removed.
“Oh, Mrs. Potts, you’re spoiling me.” Belle said leaning back in her chair and patting her food baby.
“Nonsense, my dear” Mrs. Potts beamed. “Now, Chip needs me in the kitchen. I’ll leave these here and let you get on with your reading.”
Belle thanked the plump maid and before Mrs. Potts eve reached the door, Belle had grabbed the bowl of chocolate mousse and was dipping her finger into as she leaned over the table to read.
Mrs. Potts smiled. Yes, this was what a young girl should be like. If Mrs.Potts had had a daughter, she reckoned her daughter would be quite chubby.
That’s what stage Belle was at - for now. Ever since marrying Adam, she had put on quite a bit of weight. This was of course not only due to her diet, but her lack of exercise. Being royalty meant lounging around a lot. Instead of cleaning the house or walking through the town to the grocers or taking Fillipe out for walks, Belle spent her time sleeping, reading, cuddling, and eating. Of course, her and Adam still took walks, but mainly just in the courtyard and with the winter snow, those walks had significantly decreased in frequency and duration.
Belle had never had so much rich food in her life till she moved to the castle and now everyday during every meal she was filled to the brim with it - between every meal, too. At first, her young body’s metabolism was enough to impede the weight gain, but soon it couldn’t compete. While the exercise declined, Belle’s appetite increased. She found that one slice of cake was not enough to sate her sugar cravings; one cheese soufflé could not fill her; one large piece of salmon covered in thick hollandaise sauce just did not suffice; and one vin au chaud would not quench her thirst between courses.
And so, she was plumping up. It was what Mrs. Potts had wanted ever since that first meal the young woman had enjoyed at the castle. Belle had become addicted to stuffing herself and giving into her cravings. If she wanted chocolate, she almost absentmindedly grabbed for it and began snacking away at it until it was gone. That was how Mrs. Potts was getting her: snacking between meals.
The girl didn’t go a waking hour without having either a calorie laden drink or hors d’eourve slide down her gullet.
Belle was oblivious to the amount of weight she’d gained. Having grown up in a town where people certainly would have mentioned you getting a bit too plump, she was under the impression that if she had been putting away too much, someone would let her know. Thus, she continued to happily stuff her face unaware that everyone in the castle was watching her.
Mrs. Potts though wasn’t the only happy surveyor. Adam joined in her appreciation. When Belle had first started putting on a bit of weight, the maid had worried. Would Adam be upset? Would he demand that they start cooking more light fair? Would he tell Mrs. Potts to stop giving Belle copious amounts of tea brimming with sugar and fatty milk? She watched and waited with trepidation. But to her surprise, he said nothing. Perhaps he was just tolerating it. After all, Belle had loved him when he wasn’t even human. As Belle’s thighs, tummy, and breasts began to expand, Mrs. Potts began reconsidering her course. She might be out of a job if either party realized how the queen was plumping up.
But then one day, as Belle was sitting in the library per usual, Mrs. Potts saw it. She saw that perhaps Adam even liked it. Belle was sat at a table leaning over a book as always, while without even looking at the food or plate, taking huge bites of a chocolate eclair. She chewed with her mouth open and gulped loudly. With every bite, a little moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She had already woofed two down on top of her breakfast and there seemed not to be an end in sight. Mrs. Potts was glad to see her young mistress blindly reach for another one. Halfway through the fifth eclair, without looking up, Belle began readjusting herself so that her bottom was scooted to the back of the chair. Her back arched and her ever-swelling belly pushed forward to go between her legs. A moan of discomfort passed her lips as she forced her body into a more comfortable position, readjusting her butt cheeks on the chair. Yet still, she did not stop her eating frenzy. That was when Mrs. Potts espied Adam watching from the doorway. She expected to see a scowl on his face. Men hated it when women stuff themselves. But there Adam was looking mesmerized. He clearly didn’t know he was being watched. Maybe he didn’t care. After all, he was the king. And then he unconsciously licked his lips. Mrs. Potts mouth dropped a little. She was quite surprised. Could it be? Quickly, she let her eyes drop to his highnesses trousers. While Adam did not have a full hard-on, his breeches were tight enough to show a semi. So, he was enjoying this sight.
That was the all the proof the maid needed. Mrs. Potts quickly went and informed Madame de La Grande Bouche, the queen’s handmaiden. The two had been in confidence for a long time. Madame also shared the same feelings. Like Mrs. Potts, Madame de La Grande Bouche was also heavy set, though a little taller and with a bigger bosom than the maid. The two had conspired together once they realized Belle was gaining weight. The handmaiden, in charge of all Belle’s clothes and accessories, saw to letting out her highnesses clothes. If they were too tight, she might stop. And then once their young queen had put on over 40 pounds, she didn’t let them out as much. It was clear Belle had grown to like the feeling of her belly, breasts, and arms feeling slightly confined by the fabric.
And then there was another key element to turning Belle into a nice chubby young queen: mirrors. The castle may have returned to normal, but magic still remained. There was a full length mirror in Belle’s room that showed her as she once was, 60 pounds ago. It didn’t matter to Belle that she felt her belly shake in front of her or couldn’t see her feet or had to pause between flights of stairs; the mirror made her look slender and mirrors could never be deceptive.