“Tamako, we have a guest!”
“Coming!” Called Tamako Shirazumi, worker at the family-owned Ura Inn and part-time netbattler as the operator of MetalMan.EXE, as she hurried over to assist her busy mother by greeting a guest. While she usually ran the gift store outside during the daytime, she was more of a jack of all trades for the inn, serving as host, chef, and more.
“Hey, welcome to the Ura Inn! How long’re ya plannin’ on stayin’ for?” She said boisterously before even getting a good look at her guest. Unlike her prim and proper mother Tamako wore her heart on her sleeve, and didn’t hide her slightly incredulous look as she sized up the guest before her, a young blonde woman wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a mask on top of that, a look that did more harm than good in making her harder to recognise. Her attempt to obscure her identity was so on the nose that it took Tamako a moment to notice what should have been her most striking feature: the woman was rather enormously pregnant, looking ready to burst with twins or perhaps even triplets, her belly thrust out and almost bumping into the counter.
“I haven’t decided yet..” The young woman said, a weariness in her voice that told Tamako that she was in good need of rest and relaxation indeed as she dragged her eyes away from her baby bump. “A few days, perhaps a week…”
“I’ll book you in for three days and you can decide by then, okay?” She said, pulling up the ledger. She and the guest worked out accommodations, Tamako whistling as she booked the most expensive room in the inn.
“Geez, you’re makin’ me jealous.” Tamako joked, but she sensed that the woman wasn’t smiling beneath the mask. “You meetin’ your husband later?.”
“This is a room for one.” The woman flatly clarified in a tone that said that she most certainly did not want to talk about, Tamako sensing that this woman had more than hormones getting her high-strung.
“Hey lady, you some kinda celebrity or something?” Tamako asked inquisitively, leaning over the counter.
“That’s none of your business.” The blonde said stiffly, but Tamako gave her a stern look that had the woman flinching.
“Just so you know, we don’t take pseudonyms.” Tamako said aggressively, challenging her before she even had the chance to imply as much.
The blonde tensed up, then relaxed and sighed. She removed her mask and glasses, revealing a spectacular, regal beauty underneath, with long, wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. However, under those beautiful blue eyes were heavy bags highlighted by pale skin, her expression equally tired.
“Hey, I know, you, I’ve seen you on TV!” Tamako exclaimed. “Princess, uh, Proud, right?”
“Princess Pride of Creamland, if you really must know.” The blonde said as if addressing a dignitary, although looking a little too pregnant for a curtsy. “And I’d prefer that you not advertise my arrival.”
“Hey, we ain’t that kinda inn, your privacy is safe with us, your highness.” Tamako assured her. “‘Course, I ain’t in control of our other guests’ eyes, but I can tell ya when the hot springs are empty if you were thinkin’ of holing up in your room the whole time.”
“I wasn’t thinking of anything as silly as that.” Princess Pride said, looking slightly embarrassed.
“‘Course not, that’d be such a waste I’d drag you out myself! So is that your first or last name or…” Tamako glanced up at her royal guest, then shrugged and simply wrote her name and title down. “Eh, whatever. So, princess, what brings you out here to our little inn?”
“The doctor said I had been overworking myself and should relax for the rest of my pregnancy. I’ve been working as hard as I can for the sake of my country, but between it and my duty to bear an heir, it’s all proven to be a bit too much.” Princess Pride explained, placing a hand on her huge bump. It was the kind of size that made Tamako want to touch it, and made her a little envious of the large future family that was within.
“Well, I can sure tell that much, you’re lookin’ like you’ll sleep for your entire stay the moment I get your futon set up.” Tamako said. “A mother’s gotta take it easy for herself and her babies! But why not somewhere in your own country? They’d probably let you stay in some five-star hotels for free, I bet.”
“I wanted to go somewhere where nobody recognises me.” Princess Pride sighed, straightening her back as she tried to relieve the load she was carrying. “But I couldn’t even get past the reception, it seems…”
“Eh, we’ve had actors ‘n people like that here before and the guests don’t give ‘em any trouble.” Tamako shrugged. “Worst that’ll happen is that somebody’ll think you’re a really pretty foreigner, but I don’t think they’ll be chattin’ you up with a bump like that!”
“I suppose not.” Pride laughed, giving it an appreciative rub. “Now, could you please show me to my room? I’d really like to sit down for a bit…”
Tamako took her bags and led her to her room, Princess Pride almost gasping in relief as she sat herself down.
“This really does seem like a wonderful place.” The princess smiled, lying back shamelessly with her belly high in the air. “I just couldn’t unwind at all in my country, you see. I did try spending some time away from the castle, but I just ended up working from there anyway.”
“Well now’s your time to kick back and relax!” Tamako said enthusiastically. “Just forget about all that stuff and get some you-time!”
“I suppose I’ll do just that.” Pride smiled, removing her hat. “By the way-”
Before she could finish, a loud rumbling sound erupted from her taut belly, a growling like a hungry beast that turned the pale princess red in the face.
“Um, where can I find your menu?” She asked sheepishly, Tamako laughing deeply and passing her their day menu.
“Let’s see…” The princess said, her usually composed expression giving way to one of greed when she looked over the paper. “I’ll have this, and this, and that, and two of those, and…”
“Ya coulda just said you’d have everything.” Tamako pointed out, Pride blushing again before Tamako gave her a firm slap on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, ya got a whole family to feed! I’ll stuff ya until you can’t move anymore, just wait!”
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“And here’s your special catch of the day fish platter, brought to you by yours truly! Satisfaction guaranteed or your money… well, I don’t think we can give you a refund on this much or we’ll go bankrupt.” Tamako said, bringing in another crowded plate of food for the constantly ravenous princess, who had already wolfed down . It had been two weeks since Princess Pride had arrived and her appetite had only grown larger since then, Tamako’s promise to fill her stomach apparently being taken as a challenge, as so far she had managed to run out of food before Pride admitted defeat. She was hungry around the clock, and as such Tamako was starting to feel like she was spending more time in the kitchen than out of it.
“Anything else I can do for you, princess?” Tamako asked the yukata-wearing princess, having been provided a plus-sized robe for her to wear during her trip. It was mostly untied, letting her big belly and sizeable breasts hang out, her modesty preserved by the edges of her yukata’s chest hanging just over her nipples.
“Why don’t you take a seat and eat with me, Miss Tamako?” Princess Pride suggested, gesturing for her to sit down. “After all, it’s my last day here, and you’ve done so much for me.”
“That’s what you said last week, and the week before that.” Tamako pointed out, crossing her legs and wondering if she’d get the chance to sample her own cooking before it vanished down Pride’s greedy gullet. “I’m dead certain you’re gonna get to the last minute and then tell me you’re stayin’ another few days.”
“I can’t help it, okay?” The princess blushed between mouthfuls. “I think it’s been years since I took a real vacation. Every time I think about going back, I just…”
The princess slumped. “But it’s my royal duty, I have to-”
“Who cares about that junk?” Tamako slapped the table for effect, a fiery look in her eyes. “What’s the point of being a princess if you can’t even go on maternity leave?”
“But I can’t just stay here for the rest of my pregnancy.” Pride said, although she looked like she wished she could, and Tamako seized on that opportunity.
“Who says you can’t?” Tamako dared a non-existent opponent to challenge her, her hands held out wide for dramatic effect. “Princess, you should just stay here until you have those babies, then worry about your country! It’s not gonna fall apart with you gone for a little while!”
“Well, I…” Princess Pride looked like two halves of her mind were having a fierce battle, then eventually one won out definitively, and her eyes took on a similar fire to Tamako’s. She hobbled to her feet, waddling over to where her PET was resting. She booted it up, glaring directly at her Net Navil.
“Knightman?” She said, the armoured program standing to attention. “Contact the castle, tell my husband I’ll be extending my trip and that he’s to manage my affairs until my return.”
“As you wish.” The Navi said before vanishing, Pride smirking before turning back to Tamako.
“I’ll be renting out this room, Is this price per day agreeable? It should cover all expenses.” She said, tapping away at the device before handing it to Tamako, whose eyes nearly bulged out of her head at the
“T-that’s royalty for ya, alright.” She laughed nervously. If she hadn’t been royalty, her mother sure would have been treating her like it when she was splashing this amount of cash. She had to resist the urge to get down on her hands and knees and worship her the way she was spending. “You uh, you got any other requests while you’re at it?”
“Just one.” Pride smiled gently. “I’d like you to be my companion during my stay, at least while I’m eating. I really do enjoy your company, and I think I’d get awfully lonely being here for so long otherwise.”
“Hey, no problem at all, your highness!” Tamako grinned. She had gotten caught up in the moment and encouraged her without thinking of it as a worker at the inn, but she was sure that her mother would declare her a genius businesswoman for landing a catch this big. Waiting on her hand and foot would be the least she could do while she was here.
“By the way…” Tamako couldn’t help but ask. “How long until your due date, anyway?”
“Hmm, the doctor said I should have at least another six months left.” Pride said innocently, Tamako’s jaw nearly smacking the floor in shock.
“What!? How many kids do you have in there!?” She gawked at her belly, looking full term already.
“Twelve? No, it was more than that, perhaps fourteen? Maybe it was a little more than that, I’m awfully forgetful these days…”
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“Mind if I join you, princess?”
Princess Pride, relaxing in the inn’s hot springs, slowly opened her eyes to see her favorite chef standing over with only a towel to cover her breasts and waist, her long ponytail undone but her gear hair accessory remaining as a seemingly necessary personal effect.
“Please, be my guest.” Pride lazily motioned for her to descend, the princess leaning back against the rocks with her huge belly sticking out of the water, glistening with dripping water as it was simply too big to stay submerged after hitting her second trimester.
“Actually, I don’t know if I”m gonna have enough space.” Tamako paused, scratching her chin in a show of faux-indecision. “You’re almost takin’ up the whole thing on your own there.”
“Please, I’m not that big.” The massively pregnant woman laughed, her blush hidden by the steam making her cheeks naturally rosy. Her skin had regained its vigor, no longer pale and her bags gone, leaving her even more beautiful, taking the breath of the other guests away, the men looking at her pregnancy and feeling regret that they never had a chance at her.
“You sure about that? I bet you can’t even reach your belly button anymore.” Tamako said, Pride reaching out with a dainty hand to protest this, only to find that she couldn’t fully reach around the slope of her belly anymore, even fully extended, Tamako grinning maliciously as Pride pouted. “I bet I can’t even wrap my arms around it either.”
“Care to find out?” Pride suggested, Tamako lowering herself into the water and hugging the princess’s belly, resting her head against it.
“Guess you ain’t that big just yet.” Tamako closed her eyes, feeling the babies within shift slightly.
“You just wanted an excuse to touch it again.” Pride teased her.
“I’m just tryin’ to get a little empathy for my guests, you know?” Tamako smiled. “I can’t even imagine how it must feel to be that big and heavy. And you’re only gonna get bigger!”
“That reminds me.” Pride said, her smile fading a little as she eyed Tamako awkwardly. “Speaking of getting bigger…”
“Yeah?” Tamako detected that this was directed at her.
“You don’t think you’ve been getting a little… big lately, do you?”
“And what do you mean by that?” Tamako accused her, turning a little red herself. “I ain’t got any babies on the way like you.”
“But you have been eating an awful lot lately.” Pride said. “I was just thinking, you might have put on a little weight. We’ve been eating together every day, after all. And you said that you’d been trying out lots of dishes on your own, right?”
“‘Cause you told me to come up with new stuff for the menu.” Tamako shifted uncomfortably within the warm water. “It ain’t my fault I gotta, you know, taste test it until I get it right.”
“I’m just saying…”
“You’re sayin’ you think I’m getting fat?” Tamako cut through to the heart of the matter, almost jumping to het feet as she splashed Pride on the way up. “Look princess, do I look at to you?”
Unfortunately for Tamako, when she stood up, she immediately revealed the problem at hand. She stood with her hands on her broad, chubby hips, her hands squishing into her muffin top slightly, proudly presenting her big, wobbling, fat belly that was starting to look like a veritable pregnancy of its own. Her usually slim arms were rather plump, her thighs rubbing together as months of overeating forced them closer. Her usually razor sharp chin had gone dull, a slight second chin rounding out her chubby cheeks. Tamako was, undoubtedly, indisputably, fat.
“...perhaps.” Princess Pride phrased it diplomatically.
“It’s just a little water weight. The steam makes me look puffy.” Tamako brushed it aside. Of course, Tamako knew that she was getting heavy, whether she was willing to admit the true extent of it or not. But she couldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit that she had gotten addicted to her own constantly improving cooking, eating more than her fill before she even sat down with Pride with enough to feed two families, savouring the expensive and plentiful ingredients while she still could. She had always served these meals to her guests, but rarely ate them herself, her family not rich enough to dream of eating like a princess once a month, let alone several times a day. It wasn’t her fault that she took the opportunity, it was that princess tempting her! If she said stop, of course she’d stop, but until then she’d-
“Perhaps you should stop eating with me so often, I do believe this is my fault.” Princess Pride pondered, Tamako freezing. Her attempt to pass the burden of responsibility onto Pride suddenly backfired on her, Tamako realizing that if she let the princess dismiss her, she’d spend at least another three months staring enviously at the princess, who could eat however she wanted when she was pregnant. Hell, if she tried to eat less Tamako would have stopped her, believing that a pregnant woman as big as her should be nothing less than overfed if she wanted a healthy litter when she finally popped. There was no stopping the train the two were on, only a question of whether Tamako would be thrown off of it.
“No, it ain’t! And I ain’t fat either!” Tamako nearly cried out, cutting her off before she could say any more. “You know how I know I ain’t fat?”
“What would that be, Miss. Tamako?” Princess Pride narrowed her eyes at her friend, wondering how she would try to deny the obvious now.
“Because if I’m fat…” Tamako slowly pointed a chubby finger at Princess Pride herself. “Then that means you’re fat too! You’ve been eating way more than me!”
“F-f-fat!? That’s ridiculous!” Pride stammered, fanning herself with her hand as she began to overheat. “I merely have a large appetite, it’s all going to my babies!”
“Are you sure?” Tamako smiled like a snake, pinching the princess’s cheeks. While her fat was obscured on her lower body by her pregnancy, her cheeks were wide and plump, and she too had the beginnings of a second chin. No matter how many kids she was eating for, eventually a lot of it would go to her too, and the usually slender princess was starting to look decidedly pudgy. Her breasts were starting to approach the size of her head, and that wasn’t just because of the milk being stored within her dark brown nipples.
“I’m positive!” Pride insisted. Tamako gently grabbed her head and pointed her towards the two’s reflections, where their plump faces stared back at them.
“You’re about the same weight as I am, ‘cept for the babies.” Tamako estimated. “And if I’m fat, then you’re fat too. So, am I fat?”
“Of course you aren’t.” Princess Pride said shamelessly, letting out an exaggerated regal chuckle. “If you were fat, then that’d make me fat, and a princess would never be fat! It must have just been a mirage, a distortion of the steam.”
“Of course.” Tamako laughed, the two laughing awkwardly together. “So let’s just eat however we want! After all, we aren’t getting fat, so why worry? Even if we do, I’m sure we can lose it in no time…”
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“Tamako, what’s taking so long? I’m hungry! You know I can’t start without you!”
Princess Pride’s shamelessly greedy voice echoed down the hallways as Tamako huffed and puffed, grunting as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, sweat dripping down her enormously wide face and down her huge second chin. It was the sixth month of Princess Pride’s stay, and the two’s reckless eating had taken its toll on both of them. Tamako particularly, given that she actually had to move to make a living, and couldn’t just laze around on the tatami like the porky princess. The two had turned overeating into an art, Pride’s bottomless wallet being used and abused to create ever more extravagant meals as her appetite increased alongside the size of her belly, her babies almost as hungry as their mother, and each time she stuffed herself to the brim, her stomach expanded too, making her ever more insatiable.
“I’m coming! Just… just a second!” Tamako wheezed, using up most of her remaining energy to lift her fat thigh upward, the old wood feeling like it would buckle as each leg, thicker than Tamako used to be wide, pressed heavily down on the stairs while she tried to balance several entire fish laid out across the platter she was carrying, oversized prize catches sent directly to the inn to keep up with their spoiled guest. She had gone as quickly as she could to try to retrieve the massive multi-course meal, but the several tripes required took their toll on her, and she stumbled into the room exhausted, just barely placing the food down before gasping for breath, her hands on her knees as she doubled over.
“Sorry, just, just give me a second…” She wheezed, her gut so large it threatened to sag down onto the floor before her, the weight of it and her melon-like breasts, enormous blobby bags of almost pure fat almost enough to tip her over and drag her down were it not for the counterbalance of her sofa-sized ass, enough enormous cushion forcing her to slide open doors as far as they could go if she wanted to pass through. Her arms were puffed up and bloated, but deceptively nimble in a kitchen, despite their clumsiness elsewhere. Her neck had practically vanished, bloated with fat and squashing with every tilt her head made. Unable to fit into any pants anymore, she wore one of the extra-extra-extra large yukatas made for Princess Pride, a sash as long as a rope required to hold her gut in while her cleavage threatened to bulge out of the front.
“Okay, but don’t take too long.” Princess Pride pleaded, her manners stopping her from digging in while her friend was still recovering, but it was only her dignity as a monarch that held her back. Even more gluttonous than Tamako thanks to her hormonal appetite, her obesity was no less outrageous than her friend, her once dignified face surrounded on all sides by an ocean of flesh, wide and round and jiggling with every word. Her breasts bigger than her head, she had long since given up on trying to cover them even with a specifically tailored yukata. She left them bare, save for the two cups she had hooked up to an automatic milking machine, her puffy brown nipples spitting out droplets of milk every few seconds to flow into a tank already half full in a matter of hours. Propped up with a number of cushions to keep her upright, anybody who looked at her would have been in awe of how huge a woman could get, both as a mother and as a total butterball.
Looking so hugely pregnant she could have fit a less obese woman inside of herself, her pregnancy stuck out so far she had to sit side-on to the small table where her meals laid, otherwise she could never have been able to reach past it. Her belly was coated in a soft layer of flab that stopped her from looking as taut as she otherwise would have been, her gigantic cushiony biceps rubbing against her sagging breasts whenever she moved them. Her thighs were as wide as the table before her, raising doubts over whether she could actually use them to move anymore. Calling the two women fat seemed to be an understatement, and yet it seemed they would only be getting fatter still, Tamako sitting down with a thump as the two wordlessly started gorging themselves, wolfing down enough food to feed the entire rest of the inn even if it had been packed to capacity. Tamako’s sash threatened to burst as her stomach was pushed to capacity, the woman briefly pausing to loosen it slightly before stuffing herself even more, her belly bulging and turning round in a pale imitation of the other woman’s maternal splendour.
Before they knew it the plates were empty, the food all gone, Princess Pride groaning and lying back like a beached whale, her belly stuck up high in the air, Tamako tempted to do the same, only feeling like she might not have the strength to get back up for hours if she did so right now.
“So…” Tamako said, finally finding the energy to use her mouth for something besides shovelling more food down her throat. “When did the doctor say your due date was again?”
“They’ll be coming to take me to the hospital in a few days.” Princess Pride puffed, raising a bloated hand to stroke her belly before even that was beyond her, and it fell to the tatami mat with a thud. “I think they might have to carry me out.”
“Come on, you aren’t that big.” Tamako was about to say to encourage her, but her voice died in her throat. Princess Pride wasn’t joking, nor did she sound annoyed. She was merely stating a fact.
Tamako, grunted as she push herself to her feet, her belly lurching as the sagging flesh went from draped across her thighs and the floor to doing its best to drag her back down to it, Tamako tightening her yukata’s sash and immediately regretting it as her bulging gut protested being contained. She lumbered around to Princess Pride’s side where she was laid back ready to enter a food coma, the mere act of being awake almost too much for her with how much weight she carried on her. Princess Pride stared up at her in the shadow of her belly with sleepy eyes, looking cute with her bloated face complimenting how spoiled she had become on this trip. Tamako backed away slightly, allowing Pride to see past her flab to her spherical face.
“Well, that’s all the more why you should make the most out of the last of your trip instead of lazing around in your room all day!” Tamako declared enthusiastically, her competitive spirit refusing to give in in the face of hyper pregnancy and morbid obesity combining to pin this woman to the ground. “Come on, let’s get you to the hot springs.”
“I think I’m quite comfortable where I am.” Pride protested, but was in no position to fight back as Tamako bent over and took her hand, pulling back with all her strength. Pride began to slowly rise, Tamako going red in the face, grabbing her with both hands and digging her heels in to finally force her off her fat ass and onto her feet. By the time Pride was standing up Tamako looked like she had run a marathon, sweat pouring down her forehead.
“S-see? No problem!” Tamako wheezed, her legs wobbling as Princess Pride was too embarrassed to say anything. Pride began to slowly but surely waddle out of the room, moving like a tank and making a sluggish turn into the hallway, her belly brushing against the wall facing her bedroom as she just barely managed to get enough room to clear the angle. Tamako had intended to walk beside her, but Pride was taking up nearly the entire hallway with her hips alone, leaving no room for a woman nearly as big as her to squeeze past. After another few slow steps Pride paused, Tamako bumping into her jiggling belly and bouncing off.
“I think stairs might be a bit much for me right now.” Pride said anxiously, peering downwards without much confidence.
“Ah shoot, I should have gone ahead of you.” Tamako made a show of slapping her forehead as Pride contorted her neck flesh to turn just far enough to see her. “I’ll lead you down, just let me past.”
That quickly proved to be easier said than done. Tamako couldn’t get past Pride’s hips, but Pride couldn’t turn to let her past her thighs without blocking the way with her belly, and squeezing past proved to be impossible and merely let to Tamako nearly getting the two of them stuck in the hallway. Eventually the two were forced to admit defeat and back up into the bedroom, Princess Pride’s belly too long for her to rotate in such cramped space. With Tamako now taking the lead they advanced again, taking Pride’s hand and carefully leading her down the stairs one step at a time, hoping that the wood wouldn’t collapse under their mutual weight. Breathing a sigh of relief as they landed, a trip that should have taken a few seconds taking minutes, they waddled onward to the baths, where the two stripped out of their clothes and looked forward to taking a load off their burdened legs.
The two sighed in appreciation as they sank into the water, seemingly half the water in the bath rising and surging out as the water level rose, the two realising that in the smaller bath they had chosen they were forced to sit hip to hip, bellies brushing against each other no matter how they positioned themselves.
Eventually, unsure of whether she’d have the energy to lift herself out again, Princess Pride spoke up in a small voice.
“Do you think we went a little too far?” Pride suggested, gazing upon the blubbery woman she had created with her ravenous maternal hunger.
“No way.” Tamako said stubbornly, slouching deeper into the water until her huge breasts were finally mostly covered, the water bubbling around her second chin. “But uh, if you ever decide to come back, we might need to stick to regular portions next time…”