I am trying to write something original this time rather and a fanfiction. Now this did start as something I was planning for the interactive stories, but I decided to put it here instead. However I am still very interested in where you think the story should go so please let me know your suggestions. That said it is something of a slower burn but not nearly as slow as my Princess Hermione story. The chapters will be much shorter around 500-750 words with a tighter focus and narrative. Thanks in advance.
Introduction
The sole saving grace of the country of Heim was that it was frankly to small and insignificant to be considered much of anything by its much larger neighbors. They also considered it cheaper and easier to just bribe the rather fickle and weak-willed ruling family to do their binding and the current king was an old fool who left much of the ruling of the kingdom to his daughter Princess Sarah Cuthbert. Sarah was as pretty as she was ruthless, the worst combination of Cinderella’s looks with the demeanor of her evil stepmother, and the worst impulses of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. Her hair looked like spun sunshine traveling down her back in a golden waterfall of silk. Eyes as blue as the sky, with teeth the color of freshly fallen snow. Her facial features perfect and regal as befitting her station as the ruling princess of the land. The princess’s figure was equally impressive with ripe breasts as larger than any woman despite only barely being a woman at the age of 22. Yet despite their size her waist was no larger than that of a girl creating an extremely pleasing curve as it pulled inward before spreading out over her lush child bearing hips. Standing at nearly 5 feet 10 inches tall her legs were impressive and carried her across the dance floor with ease temping man and woman alike with her sensual movements.
However, such movements were beyond her at the moment as she drunkenly staggered down the hall helped by one of her more dedicated maids, after an all to typical night of over indulgence of her overly large appetite for pleasure. The lowly Stela could best be described as everything that Sarah was not. Dirt brown hair the texture of straw with dull muddy eyes with a smile only a mother could love and Stela’s did not as she had been found abandoned near the castle. A foot shorter and several stones heavier Stela’s flabby form with no semblance of womanly curves, with thick arms, and legs with a large bloated belly she struggled to help the Princess along. Yet her kind heart and loyalty to her home kept her slow body and mind working painstakingly moving one step at a time as Sarah put more weight on her.
You would think that Sarah would have been grateful for such help yet her angelic voice could only hurl drunken insults at her loyal maid in a number of different languages. Stela only sighed as she knew she was being insulted but it was her job to assist the princess. Her role in life was to be a maid and so she would serve her home as best she could, forcing back even the tiniest thought of dumping the spoiled brat on the cold stone floor. At last they reached the Princesses chambers. “Princess we have reached your chambers.” Stela said softly sitting the princess on her opulent bed.
“About time,” Sarah groaned.
“Do you require anything else,” Stela said still holding the wobbly princess up.
“Coming up,” Sarah groaned as a green pallor came over her porcelain complexion.
“What is coming up my lady,” Stela asked only to receive a blast of thick acrid bile to the face. The chunky putrid liquid the remains of Sarah’s food and drink for the evening as nearly a half-gallon of fluid soaked into her skin hair and clothes.
“Much better,” Sarah sighed before slumping onto her bed.
How will Stella respond?