az/anon princess link short wg/stuffing/slob/gas

anon: https://40.media.tumblr.com/bb81ab729d3d78bcbf1513fe7efd280c/tumblr_nsmxtirXBD1rg0s9xo1_1280.jpg
anon: why go on an adventure when you could live the royal and pampered life
azure: exactly
azure: too much rolling around and smashing pots and jumping small ledges when you could just eat a lot of good food and be cute
anon: and wear not quite form-fitting dresses
azure: all of the finest material also happens to be the material thats thin and silky and lightly clings to every bulge and roll and curve
anon: and stains easy
azure: its hard enough trying to get chocolate stains out of rich pale silk let alone grease and juice and sweat

anon: rough and tumble boys do not make for very neat princesses
azure: dirty knees and grassed pants giving way to stained dresses and strained sashes in such a rich and royal environment
azure: nowhere near 'proper' enough to keep from slopping bits of royal banquets all over his growing belly and moobs and constantly ending up sweat-lined from his insistence of dashing everywhere impatiently
anon: being teased and playing around with friends who for some reason look just like him but with different colors usually involves him taking a break to catch his breath more than once
anon: followed by a jug of water whole just to cool down
anon: i THINK they're meant to actually be seperate people and not just 'hey it's the four sword again'
azure: the plot is theres a hero supposed to be there and they all fit the qualifications iirc but shrug
anon: they fit the qualifications SURPRISINGLY WELL
anon: except for the one that bloats up maybe
azure: he may simply be the outlier

azure: it doesn't at all stop him from roughhousing with the others it just means by the end of it he's gasping for air and his thin fancy dress is smeared with dirt and sweat
azure: huge gut rising and falling with every deep breath and fat arms lifting moobs and belly rolls to try and cool down until he can waddle home and get a royalty-sized drink
anon: probably a tankard the size of his head
anon: but more gold
anon: drinks so much so quick that he doesn't care to notice it going down his chins and splattering the chest of his dress
azure: lovely and cool and refreshing, even if it takes a few moments for him to get through it all and quite a bit of it dribbles over his plump lips and down his front,
azure: streaking his already smeared and stained wardrobe with dark and causing it to stick to his flabby body even more
azure: before he finishes with a hearty wet deep belch and one hand on his significantly fuller and sloshier gut
anon: Backing his seat off from the table to keep it from cutting his gut in half, it wobbles in his lap and churns the extra liquid
anon: He wipes his wet face off on his sleeve before demanding a big, filling dinner
anon: He even undoes his belt just so he has more room to grow

azure: pushing back in his seat as his food is quickly made by the servants, hands on his belly while he waits
azure: his thick, meaty ass and thighs bulge out either side of the royal dining chair like doughy bulges snug in thin, not at all figure-masking fabric
azure: the belt squeezing around the center of his prodigious tummy being loosened and slackened in expectation of his meal
azure: until finally the first few courses of frustratingly normal-sized portions arrive and he starts scarfing them down without hesitation nor shame
azure: a full plate of small vegetables being practically dumped into his mouth as several peas fall and bounce off of his mountainous body and the rest are shovelled into his growling stomach so he can move on to the much jucier and messier and succulent dishes

anon: The last few pieces of baked eggplant slide down his throat as he reaches for the just-arrived meat dishes, forks and silverware left completely ignored to the side.
anon: He dips two big pieces of bread in oil and puts them around a fat slab of juicy pork making a wet, messy sandwich to take mouth-filling bites of.
anon: It's so warm for being near-fresh out the oven that it only makes him sweat more, unnoticeable when mixed in with the dark juices of the meat spurting out of the sandwich he's squeezing

azure: every bite causes oil and pork juices to dribble out the other side of the sandwich
azure: hot drippings on his already soaked chest and upper gut that slowly trail down the huge, full swell of fat belly in front of him
azure: thick thighs spread as best they can be in his hip-squeezing seat as he works away at the hot makeshift sandwich and stuffs himself further
azure: bare pillowy arms not at all masking the way he's hot and damp with sweat to onlookers even without the visible dark creases under his gut, arms and chest, although the smell of the spicy meat thankfully eclipses his own while it remains unconsumed
azure: a state that doesn't last very long when he begins picking up hunks of pork with his bare chubby fingers and dangles them into his mouth in-between hurrps and brrps despite the light spray of grease that the motion of the meat sends against his filling midriff

anon: The taste lingers deliciously on his tongue before sliding down easily thanks to its slickness, but he's absolutely got to keep his mouth full and full of whatever spiced meats get put in front of him.
anon: Legs of chicken and chops of lamb go down one by one quickly, with more gulps of water between, and his stomach only protests more with its groaning and gaseous squelching.
anon: Eventually he slows down as he's more and more stuffed, 'til he just a nearly-round belching boy, gut lifting his dress in his seat, the slightest twinges of pain coming when he breathes air in and out of it

azure: huge and round and utterly packed full of so much hot spicy meat and water
azure: having to lie back in his pushed-back seat just to have room for how enormous he is
azure: the belt around his gut once again achingly tight and needing to be undone by a servant and his dress snug around his massive globe of a gut and by extension the rest of his thick, flabby body
azure: thighs and ass bare from the way he completely overfilled the garment and cute comfortably snug undergarments visible as both of his own fat hands lightly rubbed either side of that mountain of belly through the utterly ruined expensive fabric
azure: the dress covering his gut a tapestry of food, grease, juice, water and sweat from the front of his overloaded tummy to his soaked-through chest to the wetness under his arms from his sweating
azure: giving nothing but whines from the strain of breathing and hot, heavy, throaty and spicy and deep belch after belch after belch like a desperate balloon trying to deflate
azure: sweat on his brow and knees pushed as far apart as they could go as he slowly and noisily digested and his loaded gut's contents slowly shifted from producing husky open-throated belches to deep, rumbling farts that carried the lingering aftermath of spice and sweat

anon: He'd much rather not have to move at all and just sit and digest, but he's just such a mess, starting to stink up too.
anon: He's pulled out of the chair by two servants with a -pop!- thanks to slicked his body's gotten, and led along the halls, hips swaying as he walks and knees kicking his gravid gut, eliciting moans and whining as it still aches a bit.
anon: Eventually he's led to a big bath room, with a large, soapy hot water tub just for him, although made for him pre-dinner.

azure: every step causes his gut to slosh and groan, leaning back as he waddles and completely fails to keep it all in
azure: every few steps causing an airy burst of gas to escape his wide, swaying ass and at least two deep, thunderous bouts of flatulence being stirred up by the time they get to the bathroom
azure: the walking only gets him more sweaty and exhausted, and the heat of the water doesn't help
azure: giving a heaving belch before he awkwardly starts pulling his tight, clingy dress off of his stained body, fully exposing the huge, round, cauldron-like belly bulging in front of him and stuffed to its limits with a family's worth of food and drink
azure: shimmying his undergarments off his damp rear and thighs and slowly climbing into the water to sink down into it
azure: water level rising from his sheer size and bulk yet not coming close to covering up his upper belly and torso

anon: So much of the water is spilling out and yet, his backflab and gut still are pushed into by the tub.
anon: It only serves to exacerbate the gasses being pushed out of the way, bubbles popping to his side as he lets out another blast of gas.
anon: The servants have a lighter touch as they sponge off his stomach, trying to lather every inch, even having to pull him up into a standing position to reach the underside.
anon: Of course they take the opportunity to scrub his rear as well, trying not to get a whiff of his sudden trumpets as they soap out his cheeks, legs, even his chubby feet

azure: he eagerly leans back to let them sponge his gut, washing off the messy buildup even as the heat of the water causes more sweat to build under his arms and on his brow
azure: lifting those pillowy limbs to let them rub beneath his squashy forearms and heaving himself onto his feet with their assistance
azure: just standing has his full belly rumbling and groaning, and bending forward to stand up pushes a long, wet, soapy fart from his hugely padded ass
azure: until he's standing back up as straight as he can with such an overwhelmingly full gut, the servants' hands cleaning his messy body and rubbing all over his bare body
azure: the firm tautness of his gut contrasted by how doughy and squeezy his moobs, thighs, ass and handles are

anon: I think i'm done for now there
azure: ooh kk
anon: pft i say i'm done but still thinkin about cute tubby princess link