The Final Feast

Elsa was beginning to regret this idea.

Anna had invited every single Disney princess to this bounteous feast, and thanks to them, Elsa was now completely immobile. The sheer weight of her ballooning stomach had pinned her to the ground, her legs felt like a bag full of porridge, her ass had become rather plump, firm and spherical, and her breasts were too monstrous in size to fit her dress. She made a mental note that she would need to find a new seamstress to make her new clothing. One with particular talents for the big and tall…

Snow White was stuffing her silly with apple pie. Elsa fought with all her might to force her mouth closed, but try as she might, she was unsuccessful! She couldn’t resist the sweet tasting pie! Meanwhile, Aurora and Ariel were taking on the arduous task of rubbing her massive gut. Their hands lightly brushed against Elsa’s soft, warm, stretch-marked skin, giving the Snow Queen powerful tingling sensations, both on her tremendous belly and in her nether regions now overshadowed by her paunch.

Pocahontas, Cinderella and Tiana were gathering more food, each with varying degrees of amusement written on their faces. Elsa wasn’t sure how much more she could eat! Much to her own surprise, she had positively devoured Aurora’s pudding and inhaled Ariel’s crab cakes. The more she ingested, the more her body expanded outward! Her stomach had grown to ridiculous proportions, to the point where every princess in her presence could find a comfortable spot to sit upon her gigantic tummy.
Why had Elsa agreed to this idea? She had ballooned out of so many articles of clothing that now, she was practically naked in front of her friends, let alone other royalty! This was unbelievably embarrassing! The only pieces of apparel that had managed to stay on (despite her own body’s attempts to break free from their confines) were a skimpy, alabaster bra and matching lace panties. Granted, Cinderella’s fairy godmother had managed to charm said underwear so that they grew with her, but it was still mortifying to say the least. Elsa made a point in her mind to stop her friends from feeding her any more once Snow White had finished. It was admittedly quite difficult to say no to Snow’s apple pies. They were warm, gooey, and oh so sweet. When Snow had fed her the last bite, Elsa let out a sigh of relief, thinking she was done.

Unfortunately, when she saw Mulan coming over with a hefty bowl of Chinese noodles, Elsa inwardly groaned. She knew she couldn’t resist those noodles. She could practically see the steam coming off of them and toward her face, filling her nose with their heavenly aroma. So once more, she opened her maw and slurped down the thick, wet noodles. As they slithered against her tongue, many different spices and flavors danced across her pallet, launching fireworks in her mouth and bringing warmth to her bulging belly.

Damn it, Elsa thought to herself, why did Anna have to invite every single princess they knew? All their food was utterly delectable! Elsa couldn’t stop devouring Mulan’s noodles. They were just that tasty.

She let out a loud and powerful belch once she had polished the bowl off, promising herself that she would stop eating. However, as if on cue, at that moment, Aurora returned with a plate of cream puffs. Aurora was so sweet that Elsa didn’t have the heart not to eat her pastries. With a guilty sigh, Elsa opened up and allowed herself to be fed. Biting into one of the puffs, her mouth was filled with rich cream and flaky pastry.

Elsa didn’t want to admit it but she was enjoying herself. She was having a whale of a time (no pun intended) being this massively fat. She couldn’t explain it, but the sensation of feeling her body gurgle and grow with each bite she took was… euphoric. Having her food fed to her was also quite enjoyable, but she couldn’t ever tell anyone that she felt that way... Apart from Anna, whom she’d already told… which she regretted doing because it led to Anna telling Rapunzel, who in turn told Tiana... and before Elsa knew it, here she was.

Once the puffs were gone, Elsa was really going to have to say enough was enough. She felt like she had gained at least fifty more pounds. Her stomach was so heavy and her ass felt bigger. She opened her mouth to call a stop to the feeding when Belle suddenly fed her some chocolate chip cookies. Since it would be rude to spit it out, Elsa chewed up the cookie.

“Are there any more?” She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and despair. She feared the answer. Belle nodded with a grin and offered up a supplementary cookie. Oh Elsa, she chastised herself in her head, why did you have to ask? You know you love Belle’s cookies! You have to eat them all now! Why couldn’t Elsa say no?

Because, as much as she hated to admit it... she loved being fat!

It was so wrong... but it felt so right! She wanting to be as big and fat as possible! It was exciting to watch her belly gurgle and inflate with fat as she ate. Exciting in more ways than one, she found, as warmth began to find itself not only in her swelling tummy, but also in her nether regions. If her arms were capable of reaching to that part of her, she’d be doing something rather… indecent with her hands.

But as the thought crossed her mind, her conscience began to poke its head into her thoughts as well, as if to police her very thoughts. Oh, how her parents would be disappointed in her if they were still around, it cried. What kind of queen was she? With this surge in conscience came a boost to her resolve. She had to put her foot down… if she was capable of doing that, that is. This had to stop! After she finished off this last chewy, gooey, fluffy confectionary, she was going to put an end to this.

But then, the sugary scent of beignets filled her nostrils… and made her reconsider.

“Wow Tiana,” Anna enthusiastically exclaimed, “You sure made a lot!”

“Oh, you know it, honey!” Tiana cheerfully replied “Everyone grab a plate!”

Oh dear. Elsa knew it was hopeless. Why did it have to be Tiana’s beignets? Those things were irresistible! Instead, she opened up her mouth to be fed. The princesses eagerly lined up single file, each with a plate in hand. Ariel came first, smiling at Elsa as she dropped the pastries into her mouth. When Ariel was done, she gingerly patted one of Elsa’s breasts and watched it wiggle. Elsa blushed brightly as Belle came up next. The whole time Belle fed her, she pressed a hand upon Elsa’s skin and caressed her large, bloated body. Elsa managed to see Ariel climb up on her stomach and felt her fingers running over her tight skin.

“Isn’t she cute?” Mulan cooed, clasping her hands together and pressing them against her cheek.

“I know! She’s adorable when she’s bloated like this.” Ariel added.

Elsa realized that this wasn’t going to end. She wasn’t going to be able to stop eating. Even though she felt chunky enough, the girls were having so much fun. For some reason, she didn’t want to disappoint them. So, there she lied, letting each princess feed her until there were no more beignets. Elsa groaned, feeling full and fat. Her entire body felt heavy, like great big bags of sand had been set down upon her all over her person. How was she going to move? She tried to sit up, but her stomach refused to budge. Sighing, she lied back down.

“Didn’t she do a good job girls?” Belle asked the others in a congratulatory tone.

“She did. I think she deserves a reward.” Cinderella suggested with one eyebrow raised.

A reward? Elsa watched as Rapunzel came over to her with a hose. Elsa should have shook her her head, but she was in no position to refuse. So, once again, she opened her mouth and let Rapunzel slide the hose in. Elsa waited for the inevitable...
An unknown, icy cold liquid entered her mouth. It was carbonated, and it seemed to have a hint of… alcohol... Was it… it was! It was champagne! So this was her reward. Relief washed over Elsa. After all that food, something to dull the senses was a godsend. Closing her eyes, she gulped down the golden fluid.

In all honesty, Elsa didn’t really mind her predicament, but there was the matter of her inability to come to a sitting position, let alone a standing one. Elsa was pinned to the floor, and this would not do. A queen couldn’t be immobile… But it felt wonderful. This massive gut was already so full of food, and now it was filling up with champagne. Most people probably wished they could be as big as she was. Still, there had to be some way to get her moving. How could she rule Arendelle? She couldn’t let Anna do it. Anna was still a bit young, and far too inexperienced.

Elsa guzzled down the champagne, waiting for it to be emptied. She could feel the other princesses massaging her enormous abdomen, and it felt absolutely fantastic. She had to be the biggest, fattest queen in the whole world by now, she thought. Surely, no one could say they were a bigger queen than she was, right? She had bragging rights. The only problem besides the clothing would be getting a new throne.

When the champagne at last was drained to the last drop, and as Elsa could feel the inebriation set in, she let Rapunzel take the tube away. It slid out from her lips with a satisfying *POP*, and she gave a thunderous belch, smacking her lips.

“So full,” Elsa murmured. “I feel so big!”

“So what do we do?” Snow inquired, “We don’t really have a way to move her.”

“She’ll probably have to stay here for the night,” Aurora mused. “I mean she won’t fit through the door.”

“Maybe we could make the dining room her bedroom for now,” Anna suggested. “Then we can work on making her a new bedroom.”

“That’s probably a good idea. Look, she’s fallen asleep.” Pocahontas said.

It was true. The alcohol had gotten to her rather quickly. Elsa had closed her eyes and fallen asleep. The girls were right. She couldn’t really move. She was too huge and full. Besides, she was comfortable and full of fantastic food. They decided it would be best to simply leave her be. Elsa slept comfortably, her dreams filled with lovely images of tomorrow’s breakfast, lunch and dinner...