PB/Marcy WG

“Just a little further…” Princess Bubblegum was struggling to fit into her royal gown… again
“I could swear it wasn’t… hnnng… this tight yesterday!” She was right. Her dress had been getting harder to fit into but this morning marked the first time it refused to fit AT ALL. Bubblegum blushed a deep red as she relaxed her gut and allowed it to swell out, undoing what little progress she had made. PB stepped out of her dress, looked at herself in the mirror and experimentally poked at her stomach. “Oh glob, since when was this thing so big?” The Princess thought for a moment, she had been having a lot of royal feasts lately and her scientific research had totally replaced the exercise programme she used to do, plus she had developed a habit of working late into the night, surrounding herself with junk food and soda. PB pinched a handful of fat from her stomach and tilted her head, she turned to look at her profile in the mirror. Pensively, she moved her hands from her belly to her butt; she grabbed and jiggled it a little, trying to gauge its mass and density. Satisfied, she moved her hands up to her breasts and gently cupped them.”Oh, my…” She whispered, surprised that her boobs had grown too large for her bra. She was equally confused and impressed that her boobs had grown so much without her noticing, she didn’t usually pay much attention to her body it seems. She traced her fingers along the edge of her bra allowing them to sink into the subtle muffin top created by her tight underwear. “I guess this isn’t too bad, I’m sure my belly won’t be that noticeable if my boobs and butt have grown as well and I can still hide it by sucking it in…” PB sucked in her tummy as much as she could and watched it shrink until it just barely hung over the waistband of her panties.

PB was pulled out of her daydream when there was a rapid, urgent-sounding series of knocks on her bedroom door. Startled, PB hurriedly searched through her wardrobe for something that would comfortably fit. She pulled her clothes on as quickly as she could and opened the door to a very stern-looking Peppermint Butler. “Do you realize what time it is, your Majesty?” PB ran her fingers through her unkempt hair and panted heavily from getting dressed so quickly. “Umm, late?” “Yes, Ma’am; it’s after Noon! You’ve missed your morning rally with the Banana Guards!”
“Oh, Glob; I’m sorry Peb-But! I was having some… problems” Princess Bubblegum blushed and looked at her feet. “Well, never mind that,” said Peppermint Butler, rolling his eyes, “We’ll just pick up today’s schedule from now, shall we?”  The Butler grabbed PB’s hand and hurried her to the courtyard “Okay, Princess, the current item on today’s itinerary is tea with the royalty of Ooo. You were supposed to be here an hour ago, I hope this doesn’t affect the kingdom’s foreign relations.” Distracted by the stress of being late, PB neglected to hold in her stomach which surged forward causing her t-shirt to ride up a little and reveal a small strip of pale pink skin. PB was ushered to a long banquet table draped in finery and packed with both cupcakes and regular cakes. She looked around, only to see that all the seats were empty, “Hello? Is anyone still here? I’m sorry I’m late, I…”
“Oh, there you are! I tried to tell the others you would get here eventually” It was Marceline. Marcy stood up and turned to face the princess, “Oh wow, PB! You’re lookin’ a little… different?” Marceline looked PB up and down, noticing her ill-fitting t-shirt, tight sweat-pants, messy hair and generally miss-matched attire.

“Oh, I’m trying out a more casual look, ha ha.” Said PB nervously, trying to excuse her sloppy appearance “I thought the candy people might find it easier to talk with me if I was, you know, more approachable?”
“Ah, good idea, peebs!” PB relaxed a little “So how have you been? Hard to believe all the other princesses bailed, huh?” PB looked at Marcy, who looked the same as always, slender and almost waifish, and felt a jolt of jealousy. She shook the thought out of her head “I’ve been busy, Marcy, ruling the kingdom is hard work and I’ve been working a lot on my science, too”
“Dang, that sucks, dude! You need to take a break every now and then! When’s the last time you properly relaxed?” PB’s stomach rumbled loudly and gave her a strong hunger pang that caused her face to screw up. “Whoa, you sound hungry, PB!” said marcy, pulling out a chair for her friend “Here, have a cupcake.” PB remembered how she struggled with her clothes earlier, “No thanks, I really shouldn’t -” PB was interrupted by her stomach which was even louder than before. “Look, PB,” said Marcy, resting a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “everyone else has left, you may as well have some!” PB started thinking. “Hey, this is perfect!,” Marcy continued, “this tea party was supposed to last all afternoon! We can just have our own private party! We could catch up and you could relax for a while!”
“That sounds really good, actually!” Said Princess Bubblegum, starting to cheer up a little. “What’s the harm in a couple of cupcakes?” PB thought to herself, “I deserve a treat after how hard I’ve been working anyway.”

PB grabbed a cupcake and took a bite. Immediately she felt the flavour cover her tongue, she swallowed and her stomach growled for more. Without thinking, the princess shoved the rest in her mouth and swallowed, barely noticing the immaculate flavor; until now she had been too stressed to realize how hungry she was. Bubblegum swiftly grabbed another cupcake and stuffed it in her mouth, she swallowed and another followed, then another and another after that. By the sixth cupcake she had slowed down and began to chew again. Marceline watched her friend wide-eyed, doing her best not to let her jaw drop “Glob, no wonder she’s blown up if she’s been eating like that!” thought Marcy, “but still, she seems really stressed out. I really shouldn’t bring it up, I think she really needs my support right now.” Princess Bubblegum had just finished a whole platter of cupcakes “Phew, that’s better!” she said, panting from the exhaustion of eating so quickly. The pair started to chat but before long, Marcy realised that PB’s attention was elsewhere “Hey, Peebs, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine; it’s just… never mind.”
“Please, PB, you can tell me.”
“It’s just… that cake over there looks soo good! And it’d be a shame to waste it… but, I really shouldn’t eat anymore after those cupcakes!”
“That’s what you’re worried about? We agreed this could be you time! Just relax and take what you want, I won’t mind!”
“Thanks, Marcy.” PB said as she pulled over the large cake and cut herself a slice “Oh, Glob! This is amazing! I wish you could try it!”
“Yeah, me too,” responded Marcy, sounding a little dejected “But don’t worry about me! I already had all the red before you got here, see?” Marceline picked up a gray strawberry from the top of the cake and waved it at Princess Bubblegum.
“Ha ha, very sneaky, Marceline” said PB as she finished the slice of cake.

PB and Marcy continued chatting and catching up, PB was relieved not to have to worry about her kingdom for a while as Marcy restocked PB’s plate while she wasn’t looking to stop her feeling self-conscious when she asked for more. Surprisingly, PB didn’t seem to notice that her plate wasn’t running out and she didn’t seem to notice how full she was getting, either. She just ate, slice after slice, apparently automatically, while chatting with Marcy. After some time, PB instinctively reached down to undo her pants; she had done this so many times recently it had become second nature. Her hand fumbled around for a while but it couldn’t do very much as she was wearing sweatpants so she lifted her bloated tummy up a little and let it out of her pants, then her hand returned to the table and took another piece of cake. Princess Bubblegum’s belly swole out onto her lap and her t-shirt now barely covered her navel. Marceline was doing her best to pretend not to notice her friend’s gluttony but she couldn’t help but feel a little impressed at how much her friend could put away, and without noticing! Marcy nodded as she topped up her friend’s plate once again.

Hours passed as the two friends talked with each other and relaxed. PB was glad to unwind for a while and Marcy was glad to be supportive of her friend. But as the conversation continued, Marcy realised that she was running out of slices of cake to sneak onto Bonnie’s plate. “Oh, crud,” Thought Marceline, “What should I do? I don’t want Peeb to freak out about how much she’s eaten!” While PB was distracted by ranting about science things that Marcy only partly understood, Marcy replaced a missing slice with a cupcake and hoped that she wouldn’t notice. In a bid to further distract her friend, Marcy asked PB to explain her scientific method for the experiment she was talking about. PB’s eyes widened - she was very pleased that Marceline was finally taking an interest in her science, she grabbed a cupcake from her plate, took a bite and began explaining her methods in excruciating detail. Marceline smiled gently, it had been a long time since she had seen Bonnibel as happy as this and she didn’t want to risk disrupting this by telling her she had almost finished all of the cakes that were on the table. Gradually, the slices on PB’s plate were replaced with cupcakes, but Princess Bubblegum’s eating had slowed considerably by this point, her breathing was laboured and there was a thin film of sweat coating her round, firm stomach. She was slouched back in her chair, her bulging belly slowly rising and falling with each heavy breath. Her gut was now completely exposed, her t-shirt was rolled up under her larger breasts and her sweatpants could go no higher than her hips and even there they were tight enough to accentuate two love handles which bulged out and pressed delicately into the back of her chair.

Princess Bubblegum let out a little belch and unsuccessfully tried to adjust her posture “Oof, what was I saying?” she moaned, panting heavily and allowing her hand to drift over to her plate and find another cupcake “Uhhh,” responded Marceline, trying her best not to look at Princess Bubblegum’s massive stomach “you were telling me about vampirism?”
“Oh yeah,” grunted PB, “I actually discovered a lot about vampirism when I-mmmph!” PB interrupted herself by taking a bite out of a cupcake “mmm, glob that’s so good! Um, when I developed that cure for you.” PB finished off the cupcake she was holding and took another from her plate; Marceline quickly replaced it while she wasn’t looking. “Most people think that it’s some kind of virus, but it isn’t” Bonnie licked the icing from the top of her cupcake “mmm, it’s actually more like a… status effect.” PB ate the rest of the cupcake and grabbed another. She brought it up to her nose to smell it, she closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath in, appreciating the sweet scent. Marcy took this opportunity to slip another cupcake on her plate, only to find that there were none left! The entire table had been cleared, only the cupcakes on PB’s plate remained. “Oh, glob! Now what? She’ll really flip out if she realises she ate everything!” While Marceline was beginning to panic, PB was slowly savouring her most recent cupcake. “Oof!” said PB, beginning to subconsciously feel the enormous pressure building up in her stomach, “anyway, since vampirism is a status effect - phew - it should be simple to target and remove the symptoms independently.” A bead of sweat trickled down her brow and her face was flushed. Marceline watched in awe as PB slowly reached for another cupcake and took a bite. Princess Bubblegum had become accustomed to surrounding herself with snacks as she worked on science, she would typically eat while she worked until there was no food left; most nights she would fall asleep surrounded by science equations and empty food packages. This habit was really showing now as there were only three cupcakes left on her plate.

Marceline watched in silence as the Princess slowly made her way through the remaining cupcakes, she was visibly struggling to bring them up to her mouth but she continued. At this point PB wasn’t even distracting herself with conversation, she appeared to be in some kind of trance. Sluggishly, she wrapped her fingers around the last cupcake. Her eyes were half closed and she was panting heavily, PB had very little idea what was going on, she just allowed herself to get lost the flavor and sensation of eating; her head was spinning from all the sugar and all that she was certain of was that she was taking a break from her responsibilities and that she was still on the first plate of treats, so things couldn’t be that bad. Marcy just watched with her jaw agape, there was no point pretending not to notice her friend’s actions at this stage; PB’s belly was stretched so tightly and was so firm that it just protruded straight outward, seemingly defying gravity. “What should I do?” thought Marcy, “I can’t let her realise how much she’s eaten, she has enough on her plate as it is!” as she thought this, Marcy realised that PB was struggling to chew and swallow her last cupcake and that her plate (and the rest of the table!) was completely empty. Marcy watched in awe as PB’s face screwed up and she forced the last mouthful down her throat “Oh glob,” Marcy thought, “what if she notices the table is empty, she’ll realise that I’ve been filling her plate! What will she think? This is gonna be way too hard to explain without hurting her feelings!” Marcy grew more nervous as PB reached lethargically towards her empty plate.

PB drowsily reached for another piece of cake, only to find that the plate was empty “Huh?” said PB, the surprise temporarily pulling her out of her sugar coma, “Oh, Glob, did I eat the whole cake?!” Mary’s eyes went wide - PB really did think she was eating the first cake this whole time! PB was starting to come out of her trance, she looked down at her stomach and her face swept with worry and embarrassment. Princess Bubblegum put a hand on her forehead and pushed it through her unkempt hair and she placed her other hand on her bloated stomach, she was beginning to realise how much she had eaten. “Ooh,” she moaned, slowly becoming aware of the pressure inside her enormous belly, “How did this happen?” She panted as she slowly turned to face the table, “How much did I eat anywa-” PB’s eyes went wide with shock when she saw the empty table, “WHAT?! Did I… how-”
“Of course not!” Interrupted Marcy, thinking on her feet “There’s loads left, see?” Marcy said as she snapped off a corner of the candy table, shoved it in PB’s mouth and turned her away from the empty plates "I'm sure you didn't eat that much" Marcy lied, doing her best to reassure her stuffed friend. "Mmph, but what about all those empty plates?" Mumbled PB as she chewed the piece of table. “I’m sure you imagined it!” Said Marcy while she broke more of the table off and shoved it in PB’s mouth to keep her distracted. As PB slowly chewed the chunk of candy furniture, Marcy put her arm over her shoulder and, with considerable effort, helped the princess to her feet. “Oh Glob, I’m so full!” moaned PB, leaning heavily on Marcy’s shoulders with one arm and cradling her belly with the other.

Marceline helped PB out of the banquet hall, taking extra care to make sure PB didn’t look back. The pair made their way into the castle courtyard where PB was surprised to find that it was night, “Huh? How long were we in there for?” PB thought to herself. As they slowly made their way through the courtyard, PB caught a glimpse of their reflection. She stumbled back a little in shock as she noticed just how fat she looked, especially stood next to the comparatively gaunt Marceline. Mere seconds passed before Marcy tugged her out of view, “You look tired, Peebles, do you want me to fly you to your room?” PB was so bewildered, tired and full that all she could respond with was a weak nod. Marceline heaved her heavier friend up to her sleeping quarters where they entered through the large window. “Well, today was really nice” said Marceline, “I’m really glad we had the chance to catch up!” PB didn’t respond, she was transfixed by the full-length mirror in her room. She looked her at body up and down, noticing that everything looked much fatter when she stood next to Marceline. And there was her stomach, which jutted straight out and was stretched so tight that there was a gentle sheen coming from its surface. She stood a little to the side and compared her profile to Marceline’s; she had thicker calves, much thicker thighs a butt which absolutely dwarfed Marcy’s and above her butt where her sweatpants dug in she had big, grabbable love handles which had no comparable counterpart on Marcy’s body at all. PB’s gaze then moved on the the biggest difference between the pair, the midriff. PB’s belly was colossal and forced her t-shirt up into a bunch under her breasts, but Marcy’s tummy was the opposite. Looking away from the mirror, PB looked directly at her friend’s stomach. Marceline was wearing a tight gray tank-top and an indent from her belly button was visible as well as some small, subtle abs. “... okay, I’ll see you soon!” Said Marcy, pulling PB to the realisation that her friend had been talking to her this whole time. Marceline flew out of the window and PB walked toward the mirror for a closer look.

PB moved her hands over the surface of her tight stomach and was astounded by just how firm it was. “How did this - ooooh” PB moaned, her breathing was still heavy and every word was punctuated by a heavy pant, “even happen?” She cast her mind back to earlier, she was sure that the entire table was empty but did she really eat it all? It would explain how her stomach became so bloated. But how? PB was sure that she had been eating from the same plate all day, so there was no way she could have cleared the whole table, unless… PB recalled how Marcy encouraged her to eat the cake after she finished the first tray of cupcakes, how Marcy kept her distracted so she didn’t realize how much she was eating, how thin and toned Marcy’s stomach was and how fat she looked in comparison… Princess Bubblegum was starting to put the pieces together, however she was misunderstanding Marceline’s intentions. PB had made up her mind, Marceline was to blame for today, but did she really eat everything? And how did Marcy manage it? Princess Bubblegum had to find out, but she was starting to feel drowsy from eating so much, the adrenaline in her system wouldn’t keep her awake much longer. PB grabbed an extra-large bottle of caffeinated soda from her snack stash and went to the surveillance center to discover the truth about today.

PB waddled down the corridor toward the castle’s surveillance center, rubbing her bloated belly in an attempt to sooth it a little. When Bonnibel arrived at the door, she was starting to feel really sluggish and tired again; she paused for a moment, panting heavily from the effort of carrying her belly all the way from her room. PB, fearing that she might fall asleep before discovering the truth behind today’s events, opened her bottle of soda and chugged steadily from it. Her face winced as she felt her stomach expand even more, she could feel it surge outward with each forced, difficult swallow. PB screwed her eyes shut as she felt the pressure inside her increase with every gulp of the sweet, bubbly liquid. PB pulled the bottle from her lips and gasped for breath “Ohh, glob!” she moaned, “I’m so -urp- full!” With her eyes screwed shut and her face in a grimace, PB started chugging once more; slowly, the soda drained into the princess’s ever-expanding stomach, making it larger and tighter with every gulp. PB tipped the bottle back and guzzled down the rest, only realising she had finished after she gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of air - her reasoning being that as her stomach was so uncomfortably tight, she should finish the bottle before it got worse. “Ohhh” She moaned, the pressure in her stomach was now so much that she couldn’t focus on anything else, “Oh, Glob, what did I do?” PB stumbled backwards, landing on her plump butt. The shock from landing shook her stomach, shaking gas from the soda in her stomach, inflating her even more. All PB could do at this point was groan and massage her belly, her eyes rolled back as she felt her belly inflate beneath her fingers. PB leaned back against the wall, coated in sweat and panting from exhaustion as the skin around her belly became tighter and tighter. Her belly was resting on the floor between her legs, which were spread wide to accommodate her massive gut. Princess Bubble winced as her stomach settled down and stopped growing, she reached forward and started massaging it, hoping to feel some relief. As she kneaded her belly with her hands, she listened to it gurgle, no doubt scolding her for what she put it through today. As she rubbed, PB could feel some of the gas moving in her a little; she paused for a moment and let out an enormous burp “Oh, glob, that’s better!” she said, as the pressure in her stomach was relieved somewhat. The Princess continued rubbing her belly until she fell asleep moments later, her face buried in her sweet-scented boobs which were resting on her goliath belly.