The great mountain of emerald toned, blubbery flesh looked down past her heaving bosom and bloated stomach at your meager display of action two decades younger. At first, her expression, along with her sister Roal's, unreadable, and you made the mistake of allowing the smallest glimmers of hope reach into your soul. Perhaps, as bad as it was, confirmed by the rather offended glances you were getting from the other human children in the store, they bought the act. Then the smaller of the royal daughters fell off from her perch on her sister's shoulder flab onto the floor, making the whole section shake and quake, laughing uncontrollably on the linoleum and a few tears welling from her eyes. Even Marian smiled and laughed, slow and low like a baritone orchestra.
"Hey, I think I like this one." The mass of scaled lard began to bend down for her puffy appendages to grasp onto your cage, the tiny bit of unfulfilled hope mercilessly evacuating your spirit. You were lifted up into the air high enough for your body to be level with Marian's eyes. She dumped the last bits of cheese flavored corn meal into her drooling maw so that she could focus attention on solely you, something so rare from a creature who almost always had nothing on her mind but her next meal. "He makes me laugh." With that said, she then began the effort to readjust her blobular body around so that she may exit the children's section with you in tow to the cash register, something difficult due to how tight she was packed into the aisle.
You then found yourself in a desperate mess, bones shaking and teeth chattering in fear. This was it. This was really happening. Still, you were not ready to give up just yet. With the intelligence you had been granted, you moved on from deception towards sycophancy. You turn yourself to Roal, still laughing hard but slowly getting up from the floor to avoid being smothered by her sister's bubber. You fall to your knees so quickly they scrape themselves on the floor of your cage, stammering out an apology as you bowed your head. “P-please forgive me, my princess, I was just-” That was all you could get out before your soon to be co-master spoke up.
"Oh God, no, don't you dare apologize! That was the best laugh I had in a long, LONG time. It's a damn good thing that we found you, too, else we would have been stuck with some munchkin." She glanced over to some of the pint-sized tykes on each side of her, almost all of them silent. "They're cute...but I think I would do well with them. Better to have an adult, much more sturdy from what my mom always boasts about." You were about to change your tactics again, still stubbornly clinging to the idea that you could get out of this mess before you the ear-piercing sound of metal warping erupted from behind you. You turned to address the cacophony to see Marian's pudgy hand clench the gate of your cage like paper.
The crumpled up bit of stainless steel was ripped from the frame of the cage and thrown aside to some far off section of the store, reaching its destination amongst the tops of other cages in the teenager's section. Marian then shoved the rest of her arm into your sanctuary, her blubbery digits wrapping around your fear stricken body as she violently kidnapped you from your 'home'. Once you departed the metal box, it too was discarded like trash, and you found yourself sitting on her open palm just below her snout. "What's your name?" She addressed you, opening up a package of snack cookies that seemed to materialize from thin air with her free hand. "You humans do have names, right? I don't have to give you one?"
You swallowed a wad of saliva that was building up at the back of your mouth nervously before answering her. "U-Uh...HQ-82, ma'am..." Marian continued to stare down at you expectantly, to which you then realized that she meant your given name, not your slave identification. You almost forgot that you even had one. "It's D-D-Donat, m-my princess..."
"It's nice to meet you, Doughnut." She smiled before inhaling her carton of cookies past her teeth and into her awaiting throat. She had the common decency to try and stifle the wet belch that cake soon after, but you were still knocked back by the sickly sweet wind. “Here, let me put you someplace more comfy.” Her fat fingers soon wrapped themselves around your diminutive form yet again, and when you were released you found yourself deposited...
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