The added weight made Jasmine become a knock-out, curvy goddess. All the pounds she gained seemed to go straight to her breasts and butt, creating a perfect hourglass, helped by enlarged hips.
Jasmine never failed to have all the men's attention, but now it was ridiculous : everywhere she went, they followed, watching her bubblebutt wobble. Her harem pants were now stretched to their limit in this area, highlighting its size. One guard even dared to grab one of her butt cheeks once. He was fired right away.
Obviously, her breasts were also making all the men drool. Kitchen staff's members were competing to bring her meals only to catch glimpses of her deep cleavages, enhanced by her tight little bra shirt and her flat, toned stomach.
Everyone had to agree, Aladdin was the luckiest man in the kingdom. He loved Jasmine deeply, not because of her appearance, but he couldn't help himself : he was very turned on by her feminine curves. Sometimes, it was even hard for him to look her in the eyes, as her perky cantaloup-sized breasts were hypnotizing him. When she noticed it, Jasmine was sad. She wasn't vain, yet she liked all this attention. However, it could really got on her nerves because it made her feel like she only had her good looks. At times, she even whished she wasn't so hot, so they would leave her alone.
The sultan was still a bit disappointed, as he would like his daughter to get some fat in other areas, like a belly, chunky thighs or a double chin. She didn't get any of those... yet. Today, her tummy didn't seem as flat as before : she looked like some pudge was gattering under her navel, creating some softness. Was he dreaming or was it the reality?
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