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Dainty paws tipped with manicured claws slid down a ladder of protruding ribs, over the expanse of a concave stomach, and finally came to a halt when they rested on both sides of the vixen's bony hips. The cat clicked her tongue in disdain and shook her head, the bangles in her pointed ears jingling with every motion. She rose to her feet, then took the vixen's face in her paw, turning it this way and that, her green eyes taking in every detail of the other woman's fragile features.

Satisfied, the cat let her paw drop and then stood back. Paws on her hips, she shook her head again. "No, no, this simply won't do. Your face is perfect, but the rest of you? Eh, it'll need some adjusting before I can really play with you."

Pauline knew she meant 'before I can really use you as a sex slave.' When every member of the royal family turned twenty, they were allowed to keep a personal sex slave. Pauline had sold herself into the market so her family could pay the rent. She never expected to be bought by the royal family themselves as a gift for the Princess, who had just turned twenty, six months prior. Despite the promised luxuries, Pauline couldn't say she was happy about being the Princess's new toy. With her malnourished figure, she knew she'd have to do some gaining no matter what household purchased her just for the sake of health reasons alone, but with the Princess it was different. It was no secret that the Princess had a taste for larger ladies, and Pauline believed she knew how the Princess intended to 'fix' her figure.

Still nude and standing in the Princess's private bedroom, Pauline watched in silence as the cat moved over to her bed. It was an enormous, grand thing with a large canopy that jutted from the wall. Elaborately embroidered drapes hung from the canopy's sides so to conceal the sleeper within when drawn, and to frame the bed with fabric elegance when parted, as the drapes were now. The Princess took a seat on the bed's neatly-made edge, the downy mattress sinking slightly around her bottom, and crossed her legs. She rested her elbow on her knee and propped her head on the heel of her paw. Her enormous plume of a tail swished in thought.

"Hm." The Princess's eyes prowled over Pauline's naked body once more. "I think we shall start making amendments right away, shall we?"

She snapped her brown-furred fingers and a shimmering pink mist began to wind its lazy way through the air, hovering a foot above the floor. The strange substance coiled itself around the legs of the bed, dipped beneath it, and then began to curl itself in a circular motion around Pauline's feet.

Pauline curled her toes in the plush carpet and swallowed nervously, afraid to look at the ominous pink mist. She managed to keep her expression stoic; however, her own pungent fear-scent tickled her nostrils, surely alerting the cat of her silent terror as well. Pauline had heard of enchantments before, but she had never witnessed them being used in the real world. Peasants weren't allowed to learn magic. She had no clue what to expect, and, with the Princess's current intentions, she feared she wouldn't like it.

The Princess snapped her fingers again, and the pink haze abruptly vanished, leaving in its wake an enormous array of confections surrounding Pauline in every direction. There were at least two dozen ornate pewter plates encircling the girl, each piled high with equally as ornate sweets. There were tiny cakes with the frosting sculpted into the shapes of roses, cookies with candy chips that glittered rainbow hues in the room's soft candle lighting, cupcakes with their tops dusted with sparkling sugar or garnished with delicate sugar pearls, and a whole smorgasbord of other bizarre things Pauline had never even dreamed existed, like jellies filled with flowers and cakes with chocolate cream filling.

Pauline gave a quiet, relaxed sigh. At least the Princess wasn't going to enchant her.

The Princess sprawled out on her bed, her lanky body sensuous in her tight-fitting dress. She narrowed her green eyes and pointed a finger at the sugary assembly. "I want you to sit down and eat it. All of it."

Pauline doubted she could do it, but this was her master, so she was helpless to resist, for she did not wish to know the consequences of disobedience. At least, not yet.

She took a seat; her white-tipped tail coiled around her, and began to eat. She tried the flower cupcakes first, daintily nibbling on their frosty petals until the hunger settled in. While she did not want to eat all the sweets as the Princess desired, Pauline herself hadn't eaten a real meal in weeks. The slave traders barely fed their merchandise, and back home hadn't been much better. It felt so good to finally fill her always-ravenous stomach, and soon she began to consume the cupcakes at an ever-increasing pace, barely tasting their exquisite sweetness. She bit one, chewed it, swallowed it, and then reached for another.

To her own alarm, Pauline managed to consume the entire platter of cupcakes and found herself hungry for more. Licking frosting from her fingers, she turned to the plate with the chocolate-filled cake. She picked the small cake up with both paws and bit into it. Chocolate lava leaked into her mouth, and she eagerly licked it from her lips. Swallowing the first bite with relish, she finished off the rest of the cake before diverting her attention towards the cookies, which she stuffed into her mouth one after the other.

Even having been a starved peasant, she didn't think it was possible to be this hungry. After devouring the plate of cookies, a helping of jelly, and then another plate of cupcakes, she was certain that the substance of the food was enchanted as well.

Her stomach gave a slight gurgle of protest, and Pauline rested a paw on it to find it protruded outward and was packed hard with food. She rubbed her paw downward over the swell, marveling at the sudden roundness of her belly. A quiet burp bubbled up from her throat, and she clamped a paw over her muzzle in embarrassment. She glanced up at the Princess, expecting to find the other woman in a state of disgust, but instead, the cat's eyes were wide in confusion.

"Well?" The cat raised a brow. "Aren't you going to continue? I told you to eat it all, and there are a few plates left."

Pain laced through Pauline's stuffed stomach, yet a part of her still wanted the food. Yes, it was most definitely enchanted. "I-I don't think I can finish it, your majesty."

The Princess's puzzled expression melted into a snarl as her eyes narrowed and her full lips pulled back from her fangs. She swung her shapely legs over the bed and rose to her full height, towering over the seated fox, whose ears flattened in fright. The Princess crouched down in front of Pauline and rested a paw against the swell of the fox's taut belly. She gave the tight mound of flesh a squeeze.

"I'll help you finish it, then." Her voice was soft, a sound like silk to Pauline's ears, but she couldn't bring herself to like or trust the cat. There was something sinister beneath the silky words that slipped from her lips.

The Princess drew her paw down Pauline's stomach, running her fingers through her thick, auburn fur while pressing lightly upon the tight dome. Her paw moved so low that it nearly brushed Pauline's womanhood, but before it could make contact, it began to glide back up, and then move in wide circles that went from one side of her belly to the other. It hurt at first, causing Pauline to grimace as pain traveled through her gut and into her ribs, but eventually the Princess's rhythmic petting became soothing. The pressure in Pauline's belly seemed to lessen, and Pauline felt her entire body relax. When the Princess raised a sweetmeat to Pauline's lips, she did not protest.

"Yes." The Princess purred, smiling as she pushed the treat into Pauline's mouth with ease. "That's a good girl." She gave the fox's belly a loving pat as the other girl swallowed the sweet. A pink tongue passed over her lips as the cat watched the fox's stomach rise an extra inch. "You will eat until I tell you to stop."

Pauline found herself disturbingly content with this. Whether it was magic or not, the Princess's gentle caresses lessened the pressure so much that there was no longer any pain. Tightness, yes, but it had become almost pleasant, arousing even, to the point where Pauline could feel the fur between her thighs grow damp.

Pauline's belly began to grow fuller and fuller as the Princess continued to stuff her with sweet after sweet. It felt good to be eating like this, to be gorging herself to the highest capacity. Had she been afraid of the Princess a few moments ago? She couldn't remember. But she did know that if things continued in this manner perhaps she wouldn't mind being the Princess's plaything.

"Alright, now, I think that's enough." After the Princess shoved one more cookie into Pauline's mouth, the empty plates vanished, taking all traces of the food with them.

Pauline sat back, relieved, but at the same time, disappointed. Her belly swelled up so high it extended into her lap, at odds with her thin limbs and flat chest. The enormously bloated mound of flesh ached to be rubbed, and Pauline wished she could eat just one more piece of cake, both because she hungered for it, and because she wondered just how big she could get herself to be. But, alas, the food was gone. She truly had eaten it all.

"You already look much better." The Princess began to stroke Pauline's swollen gut again. She bent forward and gave her belly a kiss right above the navel. "Much plumper, much more suited to my - oh! What have we here?"

She slipped a finger between Pauline's legs. When the tip of the Princess's finger met Pauline's clit, the fox threw back her head and gasped. With a giggle, the cat pressed down on the fox's packed stomach, causing her to belch.

"I think I made the right choice in choosing you as my slave." The Princess slid her finger into Pauline's pussy, gently teasing the silky folds along her entrance. "The right choice indeed."

"A-are you going to..." Pauline trailed off, for the warmth radiating up from her thighs and into her full gut was so intense it robbed her of her words.

"Make you cum?" The Princess petted Pauline's wet pussy with both fingers, the fox's juices staining the cat's fur an even deeper brown. "Of course. I want to see you cum." She stroked the fox's bloated belly, trailing a finger around the perimeter of the fox's bellybutton. "I want to see you squirm in pleasure while you have this cute little belly of yours."

Smiling down at Pauline, the Princess slipped a single finger into Pauline's soaking pussy. Her hot, tight entrance accepted it readily, and a hot flash of pleasure surged throughout her body. Her grin Cheshire, almost evil, the Princess drew the pad of her thumb down the fox's hard clit with deliberate slowness. The other girl flung her head back and gasped, her dull claws raking furrows in the priceless rugs as her limbs went stiff.

The cat crouched down over her, a predator above her prey, and licked the silky fur along Pauline's ear. _gYou like that don't you?_h Another finger encircled Pauline's sensitive entrance.

The fox shivered and a husky cry slipped past her lips.

Tiny fangs nibbled a vulpine ear. "You want more?"

The wetness between the vixen's thighs was nearly unbearable; her clit was throbbing and without a proper release she felt like she might go insane. With a puppy's whimper, she nodded her head.

"Good."

The Princess plunged her second finger inside, causing the vixen to cry out in alarm at the sudden extra fullness in her pussy. She began to move her fingers in and out while teasing the vixen's swollen clit with her thumb. The vixen was helpless and couldn't control herself as she worked up a rhythm with her hips, thrusting in time with the cat's finger. It was a simple kind of fucking, swift and without fanfare, but Pauline could not deny that it felt good, for she had never even driven herself to such heights when playing alone in the twilight hours. She moved with the cat, loving the fullness of the Princess's finger in her pussy alongside the fullness of the food in her belly.

When her pleasure finally peaked, Pauline felt her orgasm like an explosion. She yelped and arched her back, pushing her massive gut towards the ceiling and thrusting her hips hard onto the Princess's fingers. She barred her teeth, and when she clenched her eyes shut stars exploded within her self-made darkness. Her limbs stiffened, every muscle growing still and tense as the orgasm rushed through it like a flash of electricity. Then, at length, she went limp.

When she was sure the vixen's limbs had finally stilled, the Princess drew Pauline against her and lightly kissed the vixen's neck. She caressed her bloated gut with one paw, and ran her fingers up and down her ears with the other. With her lips inches away from one of Pauline's pointed ears, she whispered in that smoky voice: "Call me Sofia. I shall be your new master."