OC: Polly the Plump Princess

    "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all." Grinning, expecting a certain answer, Princess Polly smiled happily. Sitting on the end of her bed, dressed in her finest blue silk dress, the princess was poised happily. The polished mirror in front of her started to hum to life, and the girl was eagerly awaiting its answer. With a svelte figure, flowing blond hair tied up in pigtails, and unblemished pale skin, Polly was the ideal of a contemporary beauty. But taking a look around her room easily conveyed how she didn't exactly meet the standards of her appearance as a regal young adult.

    The room was almost a shrine to the girl that lived in it. On the wall, a collection of pictures of herself at various ages were aligned on a shelf, each incarnation of her surrounded by stuffed animals, jewelry, and all the things that a princess could whine out of her parents. On her bed was that very same mountain of stuffed animals, elephants, cats, and monkeys smothering the space where the princess lay her head at night. Considering the prime condition of them all, however, clearly a new one was bought every time the princess grew tired of the last one. With expensive furniture, her own personal closet, bathroom, and even cabinets for food, the princess had everything that she needed to live the life of a modern age princess.

    The mirror, more specifically the spirit within, had just enough time to look around the room and notice all this, which also included the fact that telling a spoiled brat that she was a huge bitch. But an enchanted mirror has some sense of self preservation. So instead, it chose a much safer route.

    Oh Princess,
        My Sweetness,    
            The fairest in the land.

        Never change,
            Or heart, exchange,    
                May your beauty never disband.

    Squealing, Polly jumped off her excessively plush bed, hugging the mirror hanging on the wall as best she could. "I knew it! Those other mirrors I had Daddy buy were all wrong, but you know what you're talking about!" Stepping back, the thin princess placed a hand on her hip, posing in front of the mirror, running a hand down her buxom curves. "After all," she remarked, running her hand through one of her long pig tails. "How could anyone be prettier than me?"

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    Spoiling someone has consequences. Regardless of what it does to their personality and the people around them. Karma is a bitch, and always pays back the people that it owes. That came to Princess Polly in the form of cream puffs. Hooked from her first bite, she'd taken to them with a veritable addiction, with striking repercussions.

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    Writhing on the bed, back arched in ecstasy, Polly shoved another cream puff in her mouth. Cheeks bulging with another three, she barely managed to chew. Slowly, she swallowed them, the heavy and puffy treats sliding down her throat and falling into her stomach along with the many others that were already being digested. Surrounded by boxes, most of them empty, Polly kicked the now empty one she'd been holding onto the floor. The princess would let the maids deal with that. As well as cleaning up the crumbs from her covers.

    Habits like these had changed the princess, not only making her even more of a brat, but altering her figure as well. Where lithe legs and a small behind had been, now were turgid and thick thighs, and a rump that was at least twice as wide, two clearly cut moons defining her rear. Her flat stomach was now a bulging and swollen belly, tight against the front of her dress and sitting proudly on her lap, a flabby orb that stuck out much farther than her chest, her already large mammaries having barely grown, her gut having long since drawn the observer's eye farther downward.

    Rolling over onto her stomach, belching as she put pressure on her belly, she reached out for more cream puffs. As she pulled a box withing reach, she paused, looking at the mirror on the wall. "Miwaw, Miwaw." she said, stuffing more pastries in her mouth, spraying crumbs down her front and into her cleavage as she spoke, "on tha waw, who, uff, is tha fwawest of thew aww?"

    By this point, the mirror had it's response practically automated, having grown used to what to say to please the bloated and steadily fattening princess.

    Oh Princess, 
        My Sweetness,
            The fairest in the land.

        Enjoy yourself,
            Indulge in wealth,
                Your beauty doth expand.

    Squealing with glee, blonde pigtail bobbing, Polly rolled around onto her ass and continued to stuff cream puffs into her face, happy that she was the prettiest, most caring, and lovable princess in all the lands.

    An hour later, the bed frame broke under her.