Tidying up the Kingdom (Social Status, IB, DG) complete

[animefan78]

Thanks for the continued support and commentary. I get so few that I felt the need to say thanks as I appreciate all the comments I get. Yes, I do want to add a bit of complexity while sticking with just Stella and Sarah to remain focused on the core of the story. I think her needing to rely on ministers make sense as Sarah's position begins to falter as more see through her or at least sense weakness like sharks circling a sinking boat. Of course Stella's kindness and simple minded determination will be in stark contrast to the manipulations.

[animefan78]

Now for some new clothes with another does of reality for "Princess" Sarah. I also didn't realize I was two posts ahead rather than 1 been on a roll with this recently.

New Clothes

If the meeting in the sitting room was a debacle the walk to her quarters was turning into an unmitigated disaster. Each step was a silent prayer that the screaming fibers of her clothing held together. Every breath as small as possible to reduce the curve of her stomach, while she clenched her cheeks to prevent any more embarrassing blasts. Her long strides growing shorter as she lacked the height and endurance to keep up the pace. Though her general did seem to enjoy the growing wobble of her hips and posterior.
“I fear for the safety of Heim at this rate…..” Stella thought rolling her eyes at the general whose eyes were glued to the Princesses wobbling behind. Though the pair were suitably distracted allowing her a moment of privacy. “Lady Mage, might I ask the real reason you came here, I mean….” She whispered softly pressing her index fingers together.
“Why you, well it’s because I met this white mage who was raving about a woman with golden eyes,” she replied. “Now, if I told you, it would spoil the mystery, and you know how we mages low our mysteries,” the mage giggled poking Stella on the forehead.

“Also known as you don’t know,” Stella thought with a bit of a smile as that line was one that mages were said to love to use when they couldn’t explain something. “But more importantly does that mean I’m special, but I’m just me, doing what I always do, trying my best, and helping others when I can.” Completely lost in thought as they meandered through the castle before finally reaching the Princesses room.
“Well, it’s about time, who knew you would get lost in your own castle,” the mage laughed as they finally arrived at the Princess’s quarters.
“Shut it….” Sarah growled only to get elbowed in the ribs by her general.
“She can still roast your impressive seductive posterior my lady,” the general whispered.
“Right,” Sarah grumbled.
“Do you ever leave this place,” the mage asked marveling at the rubbish strewn around the room.

“I have been convalescing after an accident and the maids have yet to clean today,” she replied. “A fact they will be severely punished for, I wonder how Elizabeth will like the southern border town.” she thought smiling at the thought of what she would do to them, or rather the goblins. “Now here is my closet and I doubt Stella will be able to find anything that fits as it was made for a slender princess like myself.”
“We will just have to wait and see then,” the mage said waving Stella into the closet.

The closet was practically a whole room unto itself with a myriad of clothes, from court dress, to everyday wear to a small section of hardy clothing mean for rough travel. Not that the princess ever did such travel. Considering the spiders she found spinning webs amongst the clothes, yet it was just the sort of clothing she needed to be the master of the horse aka running the stables and grounds of the castle. “Hhhhmmm Stella muttered poking a finger through a hole courtesy of a moth. Focusing on the spiders she held out her hand pushing her energy into the tip of her finger. Waiting until one lone spider to jump onto it.
“Excuse me Mr. Spider, could you perhaps take the Arachne thread in my dress and use it to repair this outfit,” Stella asked. The large spider rose up on its hind legs as if to strike but simply nodded before jumping away. Returning by the time she’d disrobed shedding her maid’s dress. They quickly got to work as Stella looked for some new underwear.

“Wow we are not as far apart as I thought. That corset must be putting in overtime,” she said sliding the snug silk panties on. The waistband creating a ring of flesh around her midsection, though it was not large, and her round belly had a firmness the princesses lacked. The bra was much the same the band not as tight and the cups not as empty as she expected. The many spiders made quick work of the long-sleeved dress with a rather short hem. While a second group held up a pair of dark leggings to go with it. “Oh yes this is perfect thank you, and everyone with a flower in their hair will not harm you, but only move you if you are in the way, alright,” she replied.
It was a tight, but not uncomfortable fit, which she followed up with a lovely green jacket, leather gloves, and a pair of above the knee leather boots with a small heel meant for riding. A final item a thick leather belt completed her ensemble as she brushed her long raven black hair back full revealing her smiling face. Ever the maid Stella carefully hung her dress and apron on a hanger before placing it on one of the many racks of clothing. Instantly lost in the maze that was Sarah’s closet.

“Would you hurry it up in there, it’s not like the fashion will help you,” Sarah called out.

Now she had intended to pick a second work outfit, but now, she wanted something a bit nicer, and maybe show Sarah she could be fashionable to. Plus, with a dress she could attend court and maybe stop some of the nobles more batshit ideas. She knew black to a universal color that would hide stains and could portray a degree of elegance or simplicity, and red would show love and passion. Many thought her a simplistic woman, but none would deny her love and caring for others. So, it was no surprise as she perused Sarah’s dresses that she would stop on the black strapless gown with a red hem, and adorned with a large red rose on the hip, and a smaller one on the bustline. It wasn’t until she slipped it on that she realized it was two layers with a cutout in the front showing the shorter mid-thigh skirt while the rest of her was surrounded by a floor length dress. Simple black high heels, and long black opera gloves slid up her arms. Her only accessories were a black choker around the neck and a floral hair piece shaped like a red rose. Smiling at her reflection she left the closet, her new work clothes backed in a small traveling bag.

“I am terribly sorry for the wait, but it took some time to find something appropriate,” Stella said softly as she returned.
“Fuck me in the ass, that is Stella,” Sarah thought her jaw dropping at the sight of the mere maid in her gorgeous ball gown. “When…. How……” her mind struggled to understand what she was seeing the woman she thought so far beneath her wasn’t the fat little turd she’d imagined.
The mage whistled. “Not to shabby, you really do clean up nicely,” the mage said motioning for Stella to do a little twirl holding out her staff to steady her when she tripped.
“Sorry I am not used to the heels,” Stella said softly.

“Idiot, they’re not that hard,” Sarah huffed. “And that dress isn’t hiding your lack of a bust,” she said as the dress slipped a little. “Or your belly,” she added patting Stella’s protruding stomach while her own continued to win the battle against her corset pushing her dress to it’s limits.

“Perhaps,” the mage chimed in. “But I find it complements her fair skin, and dark hair perfectly.”
“Oh, please my skin is fairer than hers could ever be,” Sarah boasted about her own fair to pasty looking complexion.
“Perhaps, but Stella has a healthy glow don’t you think,” the mage said. “And while her limbs might be a bit thick, they show she is not afraid of hard work and can handle herself.
“Hahaha, no legs are greater than mine,” Sarah said hiking up her dress revealing soft pasty looking thighs nearly the same circumference as Stella’s while lacking the formers firmness.

“Oh, my is that some cellulite,” the mage snickered.

“What no,” Sarah snapped dropping her skirt. “Now out with you, I have better things to do than entertain a heathen and an upstart mage.”
“Of course, my lady,” Stella replied with a slight bow. “I shall escort the arch mage out of the castle.”
“Good, now out of my sight,” she snapped.

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[animefan78]

New Position

After seeing the mage out and being given the official tittle as the Master of Horse, Stella made a beeline for the stables, not bothering to change out of her ball gown. She could change in the stables, but right now she had business to attend to.
“My, you ladies are working hard today,” the now former master of the stable said running his hand along the girl’s posterior as they mucked out Rocinante’s stall.
“Yes, sir,” they replied.
“Here let me help you,” he said rubbing up against the blond maid from behind while reaching around with one hand on the rake and the other on the maid’s chest.
“Sir please….” the maid whimpered.

“Is this some sort of unique method of mucking out a stall or are you just fondling a woman that I consider a close personal friend of mine,” Stella said calmly her arms crossed under her chest glaring at the pervert.
“Yes, see the hay can get quite heavy at times, and……” he said jumping back.
“I see,” Stella replied telling herself to keep calm. “And I suppose that is just a key in your pocket,” she said noting his rather engorged male organ tenting his pants.
“Yes, for you see I am….” the man blurted out yanking his vest down.
“I know exactly who you are Crispian Bonner the third, the former master of the stables for the Kingdom of Heim,” Stella said.
“And you are,” he replied.
“Stella Selvan and the new Master of the Stables,” Stella replied.

“STELLA!” the maids shrieked in shock.
“Wait, Stella as in that Stella,” Crispian gasped. “The fat little turd burglar, that Stella,” he blurted out.
“Yes, I am indeed the Stella you are familiar with and for the record I never burgled anyone’s excrement during my time as a night maid,” she replied trying to replicate the Arch mage’s imposing mannerisms to a certain degree. “Unlike a certain someone who enjoys stealing a woman’s dignity when she cannot fight back.”
“Try and prove it, they will never talk,” Crispian snapped back.

“True they may not speak, though they would have my full and complete support if they did. However, I do not need them to talk to take you down, because I know the cows can produce more milk than the stated quota. And I know that you know, that I know this because I altered this to you weeks ago Mr. Boner. This was not a surprise for you at the time and I believe you said and I quote,” she said performing air quotes.

“Well, we are all out of buckets, and we’ve met our quota for the day. Send it back to the pasture and start mucking out stalls or something.”

Crispian’s look of shock was all Stella needed to continue. “It is fascinating that cows never dried up while some developed mastitis a nasty infection that happens when a cow is not fully milked. However, your orders were to send them to pasture, a pasture outside the castle walls that has a small depression in it that the guards cannot see completely into. The same depression Sleipnir and I ran past, that had stools and more cow dung than necessary.” she explained as Crispian began seething with anger.
“You bitch, you’re the one who’s been milking the cows dry and pocketing the extra,” he snapped leveling a finger at her. “Do you have any idea how much money you’ve cost me!”

“High grade milk from good cows, at a gallon per cow per day, that’s 600 gallons a month give or take. Now milk has a market rate of 5 silver coins for a gallon, or round about 3,000 silver coins give or take, minus what ever bribes you were paying of course,” Stella explained flipping a lock of her hair behind her.
“You’ll never prove it, or you would expose your own crime,” Crispian snapped.

“What crime, the princess doesn’t care what happens with the extra as long as she gets her quota, and I never profited from it. On the other hand, you have a number of guards who will be looking for their bribe. I think I would worry more about the men with sharp pointy objects holding a grudge rather than little old powerless me,” she giggled her smile turning cold her eyes blazing. “Now get out of my stable,” she said her voice quiet yet strong like steel.
Crispian didn’t need to be told twice and bolted knowing full well he was behind on his bribes to the guards. Only after he was out of sight did she let out a sigh of relief slumping against the wall. “I am so glad that’s over with. He didn’t actually do anything beyond fondling did he.”

“Stella oh my god is that you, like wow you are all princessy, I’ll say did you see the way she cut Crispian down, badass, who knew you were hiding all this under that frumpy maid dress, more importantly,” the all rambled on their sentences stringing together.
“How in the bloody hell did you manage to become the Master of Stables, that’s an official court position,” they said in unison.
“Um…” Stella sheepishly grinned scratching the back of her head. “Hehehehe…..” she giggled stalling for time. “Would you believe if I said I managed to befriend or impressed a black mage that Sarah pissed off so much she threatened to destroy the castle but settled for giving me this dress and position instead.”

“You know if it is was anyone else, I would call bullshit, but for you it actually fits,” the blond said.
“Yeah, you’ve got a metric fuck ton of luck or karma built up from helping people,” the black haired one added.
“And one killer aesthetic, hot dam,” the red head added.
“I’m just done putting up with everyone shitting on you,” the brown-haired maid said.
“Ladies please,” Stella said trying to calm them down. “I understand your shock but please watch your language, there is no need to go so far as to speak as coarsely as the princess and her retinue.”
“Yep, that’s Stella alright,” they giggled before tackling her in a group hug.
“Mergle,” Stella groaned before they finally let her go.

“So, what’s the plan,” the blond asked.
“What do you mean,” Stella asked.
“Please don’t treat us like idiots,” the black haired one added.
“You got assigned to latrine duty and now they’ve never been cleaner, while the slums water supply has become clean enough to drink,” the brown haired one said.

“When assigned to the stable you befriend Sleipnir and give us a way to provide milk to our families and the slums,” the red head added.
“Now we’re not the brightest ravens in the flock,” the blond said.
“Speak for yourself,” her friends whispered.
“But even we know, you’ve got a plan,” she finished.
Stella smiled. “I pleased you think so highly of me, but I am not so devious as to have a master plan. I simply wish to make the stable run smoothly and clean things up a little. If that presents opportunities to help others then so be it. Now if you excuse me, I would like to change before surveying the animals,” she said entering Sleipnir’s stall to quickly change.
“She’s totally got a plan,” the blond said.

Author's note- As always please let me know what you think in the comments.

[apediuex]

Love the story!
Keep up the great work, just one question
I understand why Stella is changing (tree etc), but I am curious about the mechanism behind the Princesses' changes.

[animefan78]

Love the story!
Keep up the great work, just one question
I understand why Stella is changing (tree etc), but I am curious about the mechanism behind the Princesses' changes.

Thanks, and the princesses changes are just laziness and poor choices on steroids to make them happen faster for the story. This is why I show her being lazy and gorging on food.

[animefan78]

Settling In

“Um, Stella,” the blond maid said softly knocking on the door.
“Yes, Bell,” Stella said looking up from the papers strew across the small desk in the office attached to the stable.
“We appear to have a bit of a problem,” she said softly.
“What sort of problem, is Rocinante being obstinate again. I swear that horse is just as bad as his owner,” Stella replied.
“No, it is not Rocinante though we will need to lay down a new load of hay in his stall, it seems he ate enough that there wasn’t enough left for what came after” Bell replied suppressing a smirk as Stella rolled her eyes and groaned at the horse’s behavior. She also swore she heard her mutter something about resembling his owner too much.
“Then what is the problem,” Stella asked.

“It appears that almost the entire staff quit,” Bell replied.
“Let me guess, it’s because I’m a woman, I’m a commoner, or I’m that fat idiot Stella,” Stella replied.
“You forgot bribes, and graft. It seems it wasn’t just milk he was skimming off the top,” Bell stated looking down at her clip board.
“Honestly I should have seen that coming,” Stella sighed. “So just give me the numbers.”

“As you know we have 150 head, 20 each of horses, cows, sheep, goats, and oxen, with 25 chickens and 25 quail. While there is not a lot of head room with the quotas in regards to sheep and goat milk. The castle only needed a dozen chicken and quail eggs a day.”
“Round about 900 silver coins a year, just under a third of his milk scheme, but coin is coin,” Stella said.
“Indeed, but his real money was in studding horses,” Bell explained.
Stella froze before calming putting her pen down. An unseen foreboding power slowly emanating from the former maid, as her golden eyes began to glow. Knuckles cracking as she interlaced her fingers placing her chin on them, before looking up at Bell. “If I find out that Crispian or anyone else sent out my Sleipnir to stud like some common low brow horse prostitute. There won’t be anything left to fertilize the fields with, by the time I am finished explaining to him the error of his ways.”
“No, no, your good, we’re all good, Sleipnir was too difficult for him to handle,” Bell squeaked.
“Good,” Stella said softly her menacing aura replaced with a smile. “And sorry for scaring you. I just take a dim view of people messing with my friends,” Stella added.
“Good to know,” Bell thought. “No, it seems that he mostly used Rocinante.”

“He does know Rocinante was castrated,” Stella replied.
“Yes, well it seems he dressed up horses to look like Rocinante,” Bell replied flipping through her notes. “And it seems until your race no one else knew Rocinante was gelded.”
“Is there anything in this place besides the Tree, Sleipnir, Me, and my maids that aren’t fake, in this place.” Stella thought. “Well, that’s not our problem anymore,” Stella said standing up. “Now let’s go get some new staff.”
“Where?” Bell asked.

“The town square where else,” Stella said. All told she’d need about 75 people to get the stable, and carriage house up and running not to mention up to her standards. For years her one source of pride was always doing her best regardless of the situation. The fact that she wanted to have the best stables her merchant or mage friends had ever seen the next time they visited had nothing to do with it. Nor the thought of using the royal coffers to improve the lives of her fellow citizens was a total afterthought. If the purser was giving her a budget of 10,000 gold coins a year she might as well make use of it.
“You do realize that most of them probably hate you after kicking Crispian out,” Bell said as Stella walked past her.
“Oh, don’t be silly I’m not talking about that garish bunch of do nothings who hasn’t done anything more strenuous than talking and counting coin in their entire life. I’m talking about the real town square filled with real people who know how to work,” she replied looking at the saddles settling for a nice durable one, rather than the overly ornate piece of work that might fall apart if she looked at it wrong.
Break

“Mommy who’s that,” a young boy said pointing up at Stella as reached the outskirts of slums sitting atop Sleipnir. “Is that the big meanie princess lady.”
“I have no idea,” the mother said looking up at Stella who was a contradiction wrapped in an enigma. She was dressed like a woman who worked in labor intensive jobs, but her clothes were stylish and of a high make and lacked the usual wear and tear one might expect. Second her hair and skin were clean lacking the caked-on dirt and grime you might expect from a female laborer. Then there were her golden eyes that shone with kindness as she looked around the town almost as if she knew the place. This was all before her regal horse which must have cost a small fortune.
“Lock it in place, get the lock, the animals can’t hold it,” a man’s voice bellowed as the twang of rope snapping.
“The ropes snapping,” several men yelled.
“Everyone get back,” a man Stell could only assume was the foreman bellowed.

Stella’s golden eyes were drawn to the sound spotted wooden scaffolding around a large ancient stone structure in disrepair, with a not quite so old leaning church steeple affixed atop it. She didn’t need to be a stone mason to realize that they were trying and failing to repair the steeple. A steeple that if it fell would do massive damage to the town square and the buildings around it.
“Hiya!” Stella exclaimed pushing the heels of her boots into Sleipnir’s flanks racing into town pulling the green and gold flower from her hair. “Grow and become a mighty unbreakable rope,” she whispered trying to push her strength into the flower. “Wind spirits please aid me in striking my target,” she said before throwing the flower like a dart. A stiff breeze carrying the flower to the fraying rope. The towns people watching as thick green vines erupted from the flower growing along the length of the rope. The vines held but the rope continued to fray as the vines were holding but barely as the steeple continued to lean.

“Sleipnir you are mighty, you are the strongest, and you can pull anything,” she said patting his neck while racing to the team of draft animals. The horse would have done what she asked anyway, but with the trickle of power she was managing to push into him, only strengthened his conviction.
“Unhook the lead,” Stella yelled leaping down from her horse
“Bloody hell lady if I unhook him the rest of the team won’t be able to handle the weight,” the shocked foreman shot back just as the lead horse passed out from exhaustion. “Go before the rest give out.” He barked forcing his men into action. The scared beleaguered men worked quickly attaching Sleipnir at the head of the pack.

With but a nod from Stella he grunted lifted one foot slamming it down into the cobblestones slowly inching forward. A second foot moved and yet the steeple refused to move as another horse collapsed. All while his lady stood firm standing next to him confident in his abilities for, he was her personal horse, the horse of a powerful leader, even if she didn’t know it yet. He did, and would not fail even as the steeple pulled him back raising his front legs into the air, as the rest of the pack failed one by one. Releasing a mighty grunt his front legs slammed into the ground head bent low eyes looking right at Stella who was still smiling. His lady believed in him, gave him power, he would win. One step became another as he moved forward the stone steeple slowly moving upright.
A growing crowd watching until at last it was perfect straight once more.

“Great job Sleipnir, I knew you could do it,” Stella exclaimed running over and throwing her arms around his massive neck. A neck that would have lifted her right off the ground if not for her the heel of her boot getting stuck in a crack between the old stone slabs of the town square. Stuck between a rock and a horse, Stella’s body lost, her spine released a series of pops becoming a bit longer and straighter, while her legs and arms extended to keep pace. So could it really be called a loss if the still rather short Stella grew an inch or two.
“Bloody hell lady, you’re fucking nuts, but your horse is something else,” the foreman said as Stella pulled her boot free and adjusted her outfit.
“Yes, Sleipnir is the best boy, yes he is,” she cooed causing him to stumble in shock.
“Wait did you say Sleipnir,” he gasped.
“Yes, that is his name, a mighty name for a mighty steed,” Stella said as the men quickly went to work stabilizing the structure.

“So that makes you that crazy maid Stella, the one pulling double shifts, and beat the princess in a horse race, before rescuing her from the Arduinna,” he asked.
“Yes, except I am not crazy,” Stella replied as a young girl timidly walked over to her holding a basket of old wilted flowers.
“Miss Princess Lady,” the girl said softly.
“Yes,” Stella said looking down at the girl who squeaked and hid behind the foreman. “Oh, what pretty flowers,” Stella said softly looking at the flowers in the girl’s basket.
“Eep!” the girls squeaked before peaking her head out. “I um, they’re not very pretty, but would you like a flower to replace the one you lost.”
“How cute,” Stella thought smiling at the young girl while experimenting trying to push her power out to the daisies in her basket. Her eyes shinning as they regained their vitality. “I beg to differ I think they are very pretty, just as pretty as you,” she said pulling out a daisy looking as fresh as the day it was cut.
“Wow, how did you do that,” the girl gasped.

“Can you keep a secret,” Stella whispered giggling as the girl nodded rapidly.
“I have no idea, but plants and animals just seem to like me and mages find me interesting. So, I think it’s the power of being a nice person,” she whispered turning the flowers into a little flower crown. “Now as long as you’re a good person, be nice to nature and listen to your parents, you can play near the Arduinna and nothing from the forest will hurt you, and you’ll have good luck finding the best flower spots,” she said to the wide-eyed girl.

The adults in ear shot didn’t know what to think mixed between she’s crazy, or crazy like a fox, but they all agreed that Stella was still Stella even if she came with a lot more power these days.
“I promise, I’ll be super duper good Miss Princess Stella Lady,” the girl blurted out hugging Stella tightly before running back to her mother.
“Honestly Stella, only you,” Bell sighed finally entering the marketplace.
“What, I couldn’t just let it fall and wreck everything,” Stella replied slowly standing up her facial features shifting slightly. Her cheekbone slimming and rising a bit while her weak recessed chin pushed forwards slightly. Creating a slightly more regal look at she turned to look at the crowd.

“Bell, is that really Stella,” one of the townspeople called out, slightly confused over this powerful almost regal looking woman who saved their church, and claimed to be one of their own.
“Yes, this is our rush into anything to help others with no thought of herself Stella,” Bell replied.
“I have so many questions,” the group exclaimed.
“Good luck, because she is still as clueless as ever,” Bell replied.

Stella pouted cutely balling her fists. “Hey, I am not clueless,” she said as everyone laughed including Sleipnir.
“So, what did she do to manage all this,” the Seamstress asked. “Because I know my own work and this isn’t it. Are you throwing me away for a new seamstress, and how did you afford a horse.”
“My boss managed to not only impress a White Mage, but convinced a Black mage not to destroy Heim, while making she who farts a lot look like a fool,” Bell said.
“Bell, language,” Stella snapped.
“Fine, she who has gastrointestinal explosions,” Bell sighed.

“Wait you said boss, aren’t you a milk maid,” someone asked.
“Yes, I am indeed Bell’s boss as the new Master of Stables according to a recent decree after Princess Sarah needed to save face with a Black Mage,’ Stella said.
“So now that you’re a big shot you’ve come to lord it over us,” a woman from the back of the crowd yelled.
“Yeah….” A few more added in as the girl from before ran out in front of Stella.
“STOP IT! MISS STELLA PRINCESS LADY IS A NICE LADY AND YOU’RE ALL BEING A BIG FAT STUPID SARAH!” she yelled.

“A Sarah, what the hell does that mean,” the crowd asked.
“I believe what my daughter is saying is that you are all being as closed minded and ignorant as the princess,” the foreman said.
“Oh,” was the collective gasp from the crowd.
“Now, as to why I am here is that I am in need of workers for the royal stable and I am offering two silver a day, plus lunch, and training in more skilled labor.”
“That’s double the going rate,” several men called out.
“You can also expect similar rate hikes on more skilled positions, though tools will be provided for those positions,” Bell explained.
“I do have a few rules, the work day is 8 hours plus time for lunch, and I expect you to work while at work. I also expect you to be on your best behavior, no foul language or deviant behavior will be allowed. Or I will be upset,” Stella explained.

“And trust me you do not want to see her upset,” Bell added.
“Ooohhhhh Bell stop being mean,” Stella pouted causing the crowd to laugh before calming down. “I am also well aware of the quota system, and the graft associated with it. As some of you know I have no intention of keeping it but I want it to go to good use. The Stables of Heim will be known as the best in all of Europa, and I would l love to recommend they visit the best part of Heim,” she explained.
“Oh….. that’s what she meant,” the townspeople muttered some already thinking about how to use the incoming influx of coin to spruce the place up.

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Settling In 2

Some people thrive on change, blossom when challenged with adversity, rise to the challenge, Princess Sarah Cuthbert was not one of those people. A royal brat used to everything going her way, at least until Stella and that blasted mage smashed their way into her sanctuary. Stealing her clothes, her dress, her shoes, taking them like she was some spoiled brat that needed to be punished. Fuming with anger Sarah turned to the one thing that always calmed her nerves, food, punishing maids, and sex. None of which were far from the princesses’ hands.

“Stupid whore mage,” Sarah grumbled barely stopping to breath as she shoved another spoon full of ice cream in her mouth. One of more than a few if the discarded bowls were any indication. “What does she know,” she yelled spraying ice cream from her mouth. “Stella’s bloody ass hat of a servant who’s only good for cleaning toilets,” she grumbled pausing to finish the bowl tossing it aside. “Not to mention that devil worship’s harlot of a heretic who should be locked in stock and whipped before being sent to the goblins,” she ranted while slurping up the ice cream. “I give Stella a month before that whole place comes crumbling down.” She said before flopping back on her bed as the post sugar crash finally happened, her bowl clattering to the floor like several others. “They will rue the day they crossed me,” she sighed resting her hands on her stuff belly slowly forcing its way out between the gap in her blouse and skirt. A loud belly shaking burp passed her lips as it continued to force its way out. “Yes, I will make Stella pay dearly for disrespecting me,” she muttered head rolling to the side as she slowly fell asleep. Her soft snoring echoing down the hallway interspersed with the occasional blast from her posterior.

“Great she snores now too,” one of the maids cleaning the windows outside the Princesses room asked. “The smell is bad enough.”
“Meh, who doesn’t snore little, and the room just probably needs to be cleaned,” her compatriot replied twisting her head to look back towards the princesses’ chambers.
“Pass,” the maid said.
“Oh, come on, cleaning her room while she’s sleeping we’d earn her favor in a heartbeat,” her friend said.
“Did you even see what she did to Elizabeth,” the first maid said dropping her rag to look at her friend in shock.
“She fell, who hasn’t,” the second one said placing her rag on the lip of the bucket they shared.
“You don’t break ribs by falling you idiot,” the second said.
“You are just trying to scare me off so you can earn her favor instead,” the second maid scoffed.
“Look, you can do what ever the hell you want, I just want to make these windows sparkle and do my job well enough to impress the Master of Stables,” she said turning back to her work.
“Stella, you want to impress that dumb latrine maid rather than the princess,” the second maid scoffed.
“She’s the master of stables and I heard she saved that ancient church in the slums,” the first one replied. “But fine if you want to impress the princess go right ahead.”
“I don’t believe you, and it’s your loss,” the second maid said standing up and brushing her apron off.
“Your funeral,” her friend said never once looking away from the window she was cleaning.

The emboldened maid carefully undid the latch to the princesses’ chambers taking a peek inside. Her jaw nearly dropping to the floor at the utter mess it had turned into. The princesses’ inner chambers were spoken of as the peak of elegance, not this, this, pig stye. It was horrible, old food slowly rotting in uncollected dishes, with clothes strewn about, all while a vile smell wafted over her. “Bloody hell Elizabeth what the in the blazes were you doing leaving the princess like this,” she whispered at the disgusting sight. Yet in this sight she saw opportunity slowly slinking into the room with all of her maidly skills. The clothes were separated into torn and untorn, though most of the former were corsets, tight fighting bodices, and a few tights sporting runs along the inner thigh. She didn’t dare touch the desk lest she see state secrets, but the hastily scratched notes were barely legible to begin with so that meant some sort of code. Averting her eyes, she turned to the trash which was quickly gathered, leaving her with the most difficult problem. The small mountain of dishes which might clatter to the ground at any moment.

“Stupid Stella,” Sarah muttered flopping over on her bed causing the maid to freeze.
“Stay asleep, stay asleep,” the maid thought her eyes desperately shifting between the princess and the door frozen until the snores resumed.
“Take my dress will you,” she screamed bolting upright clutching a large pillow in her arms. “Then take some of this,” she yelled launching the pillow with surprising force and accuracy right at the back of the retreating maids head knocking her off her feet. The dishes clattering to the floor. The sharp sound of ceramic’s shattering on stone pulling Sarah back into the waking world.
“Princess, please I am not Stella, and I can explain,” the maid squeaked scrambling to her feet her eyes locking onto the pale white object gleaming in the light slipping through the door. A moderately sized dome of flesh where the princess’s stomach was supposed to be. Flesh that was attached to the royal’s body, and was starting to flop over the front and sides of the princess’s skirt.

“Just what the nine circles of hell do you think you are doing in my room,” the now fully awake Sarah growled slowly reaching for something.
“Cleaning,” the maid squeaked. “I put the torn clothes over there, and the dirty ones over there,” the maid said.
“What torn clothes,” Sarah snarled as she groped around for something in the top drawer of her nightstand.
“Corset and tights,” the maid squeaked. “They were torn or broken. I guess your….” she said making the mistake of letting her eyes drift to the princesses exposed belly.

Her words were as quick as the whip in her hands both tearing into the poor maid. “I am not fat! You stupid, ill bred, mongrel, of a maid. I am Princess Sarah Cuthbert your sovereign,” she screamed with each lash of the whip.
“I’m sorry princess, I meant no disrespect,” the maid said prostrating herself on the floor.
“Oh, you will be,” she snarled snapping her whip between her hands.
“Yes, Mistress,” the maid squeaked as the whip tore into her back.
“What was that worm,” Sarah snarled standing on her bed as she whipped the maid.
“Please Mistress may I have another,” the maid sobbed.
“You may, worm,” the princess cackled continuing to whip the girl. Her arm tiring after ten quick lashes.
“Thank you, mistress,” the maid cried.
“Good now stand,” the princess said.
“Yes, Princess,” the maid said softly standing head bowed eyes glued to the floor.
“Good, now what do you think you were doing,” Sarah said.
“Cleaning your quarters after the head maid failed to,” the maid said.
“Why,” Sarah snapped.
“Because it was a mess, meaning Elizabeth failed at her duties,” the maid said. “And your as radiant as ever, the epitome of beauty across the land. I just wanted your quarters to be worthy of your regal elegance far above a lowly commoner like myself.”
“Of course, my beauty is nothing like yours,” Sarah scoffed. “Now go and tell the General I wish to see him.” She said pointing to the door.
“Yes, right away,” the maid said bolting from the room.

Princess Sarah’s General, the leader of her knights, commander of all the forces in the kingdom like the rest of the ministers of Heim had his own quirks. One he fancied himself like the great knights of old, two he like every other minister had his own game on the side, and three he had rather unique taste in women. Perhaps a white mage specializing in mind magic, could have explained it as looking at the physical traits that would allow a woman in the primordial past to carry a child to term. It could also be explained as stemming from a need to show dominance in some aspect of his life. Either way the general was beyond pleased as he opened the door to see Sarah fluffing her hair in the mirror. A sultry night gown hugging her figure showing the outline of her posterior. A posterior that was a bit fuller since the last time he saw it in such detail its pleasing curves sparkling like a jewel in his eyes.

“You wanted to see me your majesty,” the general said.
“Yes, close the door,” she said as she turned around the gown pulled loosely around her belly, but tighter under and around the side of her full breasts hoping to draw his eyes there. Hoping that her chest and the low light would distract him from her belly she was trying to hold in.
“As you command,” he replied closing the door.
“Strip,” the princess ordered.
“As you command,” the general replied shedding his armor and heavy under clothes. His upper body was muscular, but smaller than one would expect, a visual deceit many knights face given their bulky armor.

Not something the princess minded herself with her eyes draw to his rather gifted manhood. It’s long thick girth reminding her of a plump sausage, a sausage she needed inside of her right now. Stepping forward to press her nightgown covered body against him only to pull back slightly at the thought of him touching her belly. Sadly, it was too little too late as the General grabbed her arms pulling her close, though Sarah was able to raise her arms to feel his wonderful chest. Mentally breathing a sigh of relief as she kept her increased girth hidden from her general. Relief that was soon forgotten as she ran her hands up him firm pectorals slinking her arms around the general’s neck rising up on her toes to press her lips against his.
He did have to tilt his head down a bit more than usual while deepening the kiss letting his hands roam over the princess’s figure. Strong fingers slipping underneath her nightgown causing the princess to gasp and stumble backward onto her bed. Rather than cutely squeaking a small burp slipped through her lips as she flopped on the bed nightgown open revealing her shameful belly to the leader of her knights.
“It’s winter weight,” Sarah snapped yanking her robe closed.
“In late fall,” he thought while keeping a straight face while his groin swelled even larger at the sight of the softness spreading out from her figure all over her body. It hadn’t hit everywhere yet, but her thighs did look a smidge thicker while her arms looked a tad softer as well. It certainly wasn’t any worse than the women who warmed his bed while out on hunting down roving bandit gangs or the occasional monster purge. But it wasn’t like the princess he knew and he wanted to keep his cushy position, lest he actually have to fight a real battle rather than one side affairs. “Your beauty is as radiant as ever princess, and while this is only temporary it just means there is more of you to love and explore.” He replied smoothly lower himself over her.

“Good,” the princess shot back straining to spread her legs apart as the general entered her. The princesses many, many, many partners would have described her as a lioness with the skills of a succubus in bed giving as many poundings as she took. A master of driving men mad only giving them release after she herself enjoyed many climaxes.
The princess laying beneath him was not that woman. This was one more than willing to take a pounding. A pounding he was more than willing to deliver holding the struggling Sarah down as she provided the services of Venus. Though a Venus she was not, what with her flabby midsection, floppy thighs and weak rocking of her hips.
“You are being quite forward today,” Sarah panted struggling against the man’s grip.
“Well, you seemed stressed and I do have duties to attend to later. It seems your new master of stables wants to inspect the war horses,” he said.
“FUCK ME!” Sarah growled.

“Your wish is my command,” the general replied slamming his hips down driving Sarah into the bed filling her completely.
“Not what I mean….. oh god……” Sarah gasped as waves of pleasure washed over her body. Pleasure that put a dent in her bowel control, letting a wet fart slip through as the general climaxed.
“Just like a bar wench,” the general thought pulling out and cleaning himself off, leaving a smiling smelly princess behind.
“That never happened….” A blushing sputtering Sarah demanded looking towards her general as he dressed.
“Of course, my lady,” the general said tipping his head towards her before leaving.

“I believe the princess may be in need of assistance,” the general said to the maid cleaning the windows.
“I really don’t want to have to change those sheets.” The maid thought focusing on her windows.

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[animefan78]

New Plan

“Well, that could have gone better,” Sarah grumbled still a bit miffed about her recent horizontal tango with her most prolific lover several days later as she sat soaking in her personal bath. The thousands of calorie binge, whipping the maid, and the brief lovemaking had calmed her nerves some even if they were ended by her continued odor issues. Thus, she was back to being somewhat rational, if such a thing was possible for the impulsive vain, contemptuous princess, who considered everyone not a King, Queen, Prince or Princess beneath her.

“And I need to do something about you, before you spread any further,” she grumbled looking down into the water her slender hands gently probing the growing mass of flesh that continued to invade her midsection. It had a soft spongy consistency that wobbled when pressed, and ran like a ring around her midsection increasing the girth of her midsection while threatening to spill over her hips. While it was to late for her posterior that she knew had an extra wobble and gap between her thighs was narrowing.

“While I despise vegetables, the bloody things are animal food and they only taste good cooked in bacon fat,” she grumbled munching on a floppy overcooked carrot dripping bacon grease into her bath. Grease that continued to slowly invade her pores planting anti-beauty landmines just waiting for the right time to erupt.
“Now what is taking those piglets so long, my water is getting cold,” Sarah sighed.
“So did you hear,” one of the many castle maids said excitedly.
“Hear what,” the other maid said.
“Stella saved that old church with a flower and her horse,” the maid said.
“I don’t believe you,” the other replied.
“No, it’s true, my brother was one of the men working on it,” the talkative girl said. “And then she went and hired over 75 people for double the going rate. She’s really turning the place around and the kids call her Miss Stella Princess lady,” she said happily before the door to the princess’s bathroom slammed open.
“I am the only princess around here you pathetic serfs now get that water in here now or I will ship you off to the borderlands,” Sarah snapped, a thick robe covering her shameful ignoble figure.
“Yes, your majesty,” they squeaked rushing into the bathroom with the water so the princess could rinse off from her extensive bath.
“Good,” she snapped glaring at them as they delivered the water. “Now stand outside and tell me everything that filthy mongrel has done to my stables.”
“Yes, your majesty,” the girls replied quickly. Informing her of everything they’d seen and heard since Stella took control of the stables.

Her lizard brain was seething with anger at the lowly serf upstart completely reworking the stables, and winning the adoration of the people. “Just who in gods name does she think she is. Doesn’t she know that the adoration of the people is reserved for Princesses. The fact that she was improving the stables, and won the people praise by saving the old church steeple, unsurprisingly absent from her rather simple calculus. “It’s like she’s trying to be a………..”
“Oh, hell no……” Sarah exclaimed dumping the last of the water over her head.

“There not a chance in hell I am letting that serf with a face that not even her own mother can love, be a Pr…. Pri…. Prin……” she spat unable able to say the words as the faint image of Stella dressed in the gown, she stole wearing a tiara appeared in her mind. The look on the imaginary Stella was one of smug superiority and derision as she looked down at Sarah who barefoot wearing a drab dress, her once pristine golden hair stained brown with dirt.

“Hahahahaha, how can you be a princess when you look and smell like a swine herder. Your people find me more pleasing to gaze at, Your people choose to adore me for helping them rather than farting on them, your people choose me because I am not a slave to my emotions. For the crimes of being a useless human, I now banish you from Heim. Begone THOT!” the imaginary Stella cackled delighting in exiling Sarah from her kingdom as she fell unconscious.
“No, I’m princess, ruler, adored by people,” she muttered in her sleep tossing and turning on the cold stone floor.
“No, I’m the princess not Stella,” she gasped bolting upright as night began to fall. “And if she thinks she can just walk in and take over like some usurper she’s got another thing coming,” Stella growled picking herself off the floor. “And there is no way she can ever be as slim or as pretty as me,” she said marching into her closet making a beeline for a specific white and blue dress. A dress that was a carbon copy of the one appropriated by Stella save for the color.

Even without her attendants it was easy enough to slip into the dress save for a bit of shimming of her hips until she hit her stomach. “Stupid winter weight,” she grumbled looking down as her belly. “If she can wear this without a corset so, can I, I am a princess after all not some fat commoner,” she boasted sucking in her stomach before yanking the dress up. Face turning red as she struggled to lace up the back of her dress. Her belly pushing forward as she exhaled its domed shape returning in full force, while the white color of the dress did little to hide its princess like shape. Clearly visible love handles forming over the sash around her waist. The entirety of the blue lace hem dragging on the floor even in her heels on account of her malnourished bones shrinking under her increased weight. Her once impressive 5’10 now just an above average 5’7 adding a bit of thickens to her thighs and arms. The gloves were still a good fit but made a slide indentation in the soft flesh of her upper arms.

The reflection in the mirror was still quite attractive and one any woman would more than be happy with including most women of noble rank. To Sarah however it just enraged her more to see the fat growing on her body, and a belly that thanks to the white color looked just as big if not bigger than Stella’s in the same dress. The black color and looser fit on the shorter woman had hidden her love handles in the folds of the sash. There were no hiding Sarah’s squishy obliques from pushing over the sash. Her one saving grace was her bountiful chest that would distract any male and many females from looking at her stomach or at least dismissing it. That did little salve Sarah’s ego as she glared at her reflection.

“Argh,” Sarah screamed practically tearing the dress off before diving back into her closet desperately looking for something anything that might restrain or hide her increased girth. Sadly, her quest was in vain as even her strongest corsets did little to restrain it without painfully crushing her and or breaking in the process. Thus, she had to settle for a simple cloth girdle to cut down on the jiggling flesh bouncing along with her breasts. “I can’t be seen like this…. But I can’t let her win the support of the people,” she grumbled. “God dam it,” she screamed kicking some piece of rubbish on the floor only to scream in pain as her foot hit the solid metal helmet the general left behind.

“Stupid, moronic, pretty boy,” she grumbled hopping on one foot. Thinking about the first time she saw her general’s smiling face, after removing his helmet, and the first time she saw him bereft of armor.

“That’s it,” she exclaimed as a dim lightbulb went off in her mind. “Stella might be in charge of the stables but I am still a princess, and I have an army. The people will always support the heroic princess who fights for the people protecting them from harm. Plus, with some bulky armor on no one will see let alone question my winter weight. I will be the beautiful warrior Princess of Heim, who protects people from the Arduinna that threatens to engulf our homeland. Just like my ancestors who defeated the demon tree Ygdrasil,” Sarah cackled madly her mind already working on an impressive suit of armor for herself.

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[Lyssa]

I admire your creativity and how you've managed too expound upon the genre. You have a vivid imagination.

[animefan78]

I admire your creativity and how you've managed too expound upon the genre. You have a vivid imagination.

That ks for the comment and I am glad you are enjoying the story. If this story gets a few more fans for princess and maid changes that is just a nice bonus.

I will post another chapter laster today or tomorrow.