"Can you come inside my room? I need your help with something." Jasmine blurted out. She was shocked! She had never wanted anyone to see her in this condition, let alone Raheem!
Raheem had been conscripted into the royal guard in his teens and was two years older than the princess herself. Having also lived in rags as Aladdin had the brash youth was soon tempered with years of discipline. He soon became one of the palace's adamantly loyal servants, only behind Razoul. Raheem's dedication had shown in not only his prowess in protecting the palace from harm but also in his dedication to his daily workout regiment. Wearing the same black vest and tan harem pants as the street guards, Raheem's body was that of a chiseled and toned assassin rather than the beefy body-builders of his creed. The striking guard's most hypnotic feature besides his perfectly jet-black hair was his astonishing silver eyes, their piercing gaze almost lighting into your soul. He slowly opened the cold bronzed door to the princess' chambers.
What was before him was no longer the svelte and agile princess from yesterday but a bloated and over-ripe pear of a woman in her bathrobe, her normally tied sectional hair now unbound behind her was hiding behind her voluptuous body. It was now apparent that his royal highness had ballooned to slightly over 200 pounds as Raheem slowly closed the door behind him.
"Princess? Is that really you?"
"Raheem, please I..." Jasmine started, pleading with a worried look, "ugh...!" Jasmine had become so overwhelmed by her recent changes that being seen like this had weakened her as she felt a sudden pressure in her stomach, different than the one before.
"Jasmine!" The herculean guard had gasped as he rushed to his royal highness's side. He had mostly caught her to stabilize her footing, but had been caught off-handed by her recent weight. "What has happened?"
The short pain that had made Jasmine unstable had immediately changed as she fell in the concerned sentry's embrace, and was now replaced with a throbbing carnal hunger stirring from below. Her breathe had changed from shocked to a lustful heaviness as she pushed herself and her flab into his chiseled body. The larger princess leaned in heavily and had the upper-hand, pinning him underneath her newfound weight.
"Raheem..." Softly the princess moaned as she slowly girated onto her captive servant, "look at me... I've changed and become something else... something...mmm... more..." The princess then closed her eyes and finally released the building pressure in her middle.
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The guard laid still underneath the fattened woman's corpulent form with a quiet stillness, knowing full well the princess and her family were susceptible to unknown magicks and enchantments. This would seem to be no different, so Raheem tried keeping his composure and using his willpower from 'agreeing' with Jasmine's advances.
"You're still the princess... ugh... as far as I can see, your highness. Shall I alert Aladdin and your father?"
"Shhhh..." she whispered as she placed a pudgy finger on his lips and leaned into her newly captured prey. "No, I think this will be our little arrangement." Jasmine has started guiding her other hand over the guards exposed chest, moving a little to the side to continue downward. "You still think I'm beautiful don't you? And I AM the princess after all, so do as I say and I'll be sure you're not set for more repugnant duties and be rewarded as such." Saying this, the princess had now started rubbing the guard's now stiffening shaft.
Raheem had looked away from his enchanted captor during her explanation. Surely she still is the princess he thought, and although she seems to have succumbed to whatever evil is upon her, I'll have to find some way of alerting Aladdin. Knowing he may have spent a little longer than he liked deciding his fate, the chiseled sentry answered before his body could decide for him. He turned his head and answered, looking into her eyes with concern.
"You're still the most beautiful, princess. What should I tell them then instead?"
The heavy woman sighed as the throbbing carnal hunger that had overpowered her had subsided after looking into the rugged man's eyes. Her new hungry personality was inviting. After feeling that much control with her new found girth she wanted to wait a bit more before she took him as her prize. Jasmine had rolled off of her newly coerced servant leading with her fat hips as her belly flopped forward, now resting on the ground as she laid on her side. "I had hoped you'd try struggling a bit more..." she cooed, "bring me something to eat, and tell everyone that I had fallen ill and that I will not be seen for the rest of the day, maybe more."
"Yes... Jasmine." Hareem had agreed, now picking himself up off the floor and leaving the cursed bedchambers while he pondered his options. Should he obey the future queen and keep their arrangement a secret for the time being or go alert Aladdin immediately?
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