Azula's Pampered Prince WIP Preview

A commissioned second-person POV story in which the reader is an Earth Kingdom prince, who is fattened, fed, and toyed with by Azula.

Contains a Female Feeder and a Male Feedee, Weight Gain, and Gentle Femdom

All characters depicted are adults.

    You are the heir to the Earth kingdom, a son of noble birth who had never seen the world beyond the walls of Ba Sing Se. At least, not until the walls were broken down, and you were forced to confront the reality of a world you had never known. Princess Azula's siege was unrelenting, and unfortunately for you, she made a beeline directly to the royal palace the moment the walls fell.

    You can hear the sound of roaring flames and crashing earth, as your guards are dispatched effortlessly one by one. You had rehearsed your escape plan for situations like this countless times, but it was not enough to prepare you for this reality. You found your feet rooted to the ground, as the fiery princess draws closer and closer to your throne.

    You are neither a warrior nor bender, and if your guards cannot resist the Fire Nation's soldiers then you stand absolutely no chance. You were a pudgy, spoiled prince, who'd spent every moment of his life pampered in the lap of luxury. When you find yourself face-to-face with Azula herself, you can do nothing but stare helplessly into her fiery eyes.

    There was something odd about her gaze. She wasn't looking at you with rage or fury...if you didn't know any better you would say it was lust she had in her eyes. You figure that you shouldn't waste any more time trying to parse the motivations of someone who was so clearly insane. Then again, it seems like it's the only thing you can do, since you doubt you could defeat or escape the woman who so easily dealt with your guards.

    "Go deal with whoever's left," Azula said, sending the two women and the handful of Fire Nation soldiers who were with her away. Now, the throne room was empty, save for you and her. You could feel the intensity radiating off of her like heat, which you supposed was appropriate for a Fire Bender.

    "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," Azula said. You found yourself believing her, despite the venomous sharpness that her every word was infused with. At the very least, she trusted that she wouldn't do anything that she considered to be hurting you.

    "You're pretty cute, you know," she added, making your cheeks flush a dark red. You couldn't have possibly heard her correctly.

    "C-cute?" you stammer bewildered. She nods. "So cute that I want to make you into my personal toy. Consider yourself lucky. The alternative would've been killing you."

    Her words are both a reassurance and a threat. At least she said she wasn't going to kill you, but you were also terrified of whatever being her 'toy' entailed.

    The Fire Princess approaches you in a flash of motion too fast for you to see. Now, her face is but centimeters away from yours, your bodies pressed up together. Her eyes gaze into yours like needles. She moves her arm, but instead of the expected hand around your throat you instead feel a finger delicately stroking underneath your chin.

    "Do you have a map of this castle by any chance?" she said sweetly. "My men were unable to obtain one." You try to speak, but you end up gulping and sputtering incoherently for a few seconds instead. After a few more seconds of stammering you finally regain your ability to speak.

    "N-no, but I know the layout of the castle pretty well..."

    "Good, very good...I want you to show me where the kitchen is." You find yourself somewhat baffled by this request. You expected her to ask where the royal fortune was kept, or if there was anywhere more guards could be hiding. What possible use could she have with the kitchen of all things? Still, your terror compels you to comply.

    "Y-yes, yes I do," you manage to say.

    "Very good," she replies, pulling back slightly. "Show me the way."

    "Well, it's down this hall, and then..." you head towards the kitchen. Though you know its location, you haven't visited it many times before, as your food was usually brought by servants to whichever room you were in. As she follows behind you, you look over your shoulder every few seconds to confirm that she's still there, as her steps are eerily silent.

    "Alright, here it is," you said, as the two of you arrive at the threshold of the kitchen. It's completely empty, as all the chefs fled the castle the moment they saw the Fire Nation forces encroaching. There is still fresh food left out, and even finished meals on plates. The kitchen staff's escape must've been so hasty that they didn't have time to clean up after themselves.

    Azula took a good, long look over the kitchen before turning back to you.

    "Do you know why I brought you here?" she said. You aren't sure, but it looks like she's eyeing a meat cleaver embedded in a cutting board nearby.

    "N-no," you say. You can feel your knees shaking, and you immediately look towards the nearest exit.

    "I may be the princess of the Fire Nation, but I'm still a woman. I have particular needs and...interests that I think you could help me fulfill."

    "W-what do you mean?" you ask. She couldn't possibly be talking about what you thought she was, could she? While you stand in stunned, terrified silence, Azula casually walks over to one of the nearby counters, and takes one of the plates into her hand. Atop it is a large, thick slice of meat, covered in a sweet-smelling golden brown sauce.

    "Open wide," she says, walking back over to you and hovering the plate in front of your face. You aren't as afraid as you are confused, though you are still pretty afraid. You're simply too stunned to do what she says, and you can see the frustration building in her eyes. She speaks, but with sweetness instead of the fury you expected.

    "You must be hungry," Azula says, tracing her finger along the curve of your pudgy stomach. "Open up and I'll feed you."

    There must be some hidden, sinister reason why Azula is doing this, but you can't think of a single one. She's right too, you are pretty hungry, your stomach emitting a noisy growl almost the exact moment she makes contact with it. You decide to simply go for it, opening your mouth as wide as it can go, shutting your eyes as well.

    To your surprise, nothing bad happens. In fact, it's the exact opposite, as you feel the delicious slice of meat against your tongue. You instinctively chew and swallow, sending it hurdling down on the path to your stomach.

    "Very good," Azula says. You are greeted to a surprising site as you open your eyes. It's Azula standing in front of you, of course, wearing a smile that is sweet rather than sinister.

    "Why...why did you do that?" is all you can think to say. "Let's just say I have a...fondness for seeing guys like you getting even softer." once again she ran her hand across your belly, which had bulged out noticeably from your significant meal.

    "Do you still have room in there?" she asks.

    "Yes!" you said with a nod, perhaps a bit too eagerly, which prompts a laugh from Azula. "Good, good. I'm not a very patient girl, so let's speed things up." She walks back to the counter. Instead of picking up a single plate, she stacks several of them on top of one another, holding one pile in each hand.

    "Go sit at that table over there," she says, and you do, while she walks towards you with the precarious pile of food wobbling in her hands. She lays the plates out in a spread in front of you. Without even needing to be told, your mouth opens so she can feed you.

    "Good boy," she says, reaching for the nearest item of food and bringing it close to you. This one happened to be a bowl of noodles. Normally, you'd eat them with chopsticks, but utensils seemed to be far too inefficient for Azula's tastes. So instead, she brought the bowl over your head, turned it upside down, and let its contents pour directly into your open mouth. Despite how much of it there is, you don't have a very difficult time gulping it down. It's one of your few talents, derived from a lifetime of eating.

    Once again, your belly gets some added mass, though a bit less than it did from the piece of meat. The two of them combined leave you with a pretty significant food baby, which grows even bigger when Azula shoves something else into your mouth. It goes by too fast for you to see; you're only able to identify what it was by the taste, which suggests that it was some kind of cabbage dish. Whatever it was, it was delicious, and you chew and swallow it gladly, just in time for Azula to cram another one into your maw.

    The two of you begin to establish a rhythm. Azula feeds you, gulp it down, and then she feeds you something else the moment you finish swallowing. Because of this, there's hardly a second that passes where you're not eating something, and your stomach expands at a near-constant rate. Since she only needs one hand to feed you, the other remains attached to your belly at almost all times. She rubs her hand up and down the bloated, softening flesh, sometimes moaning, almost always grinning.

    "You've gotten so much bigger," she said. You nod in agreement. You weren't just sporting a food baby anymore. Everything you ate was already beginning to digest and dissolve, getting absorbed into your body in the form of fat. As previously stated, you were pretty pudgy before, but now you were significantly softer. Your thighs had thickened noticeably, making your pants uncomfortably tight. Azula isn't going to let your clothes get in the way of her seeing you even fatter, though. It seemed like your clothes weren't enough to get in her way either. They began to stretch and even tear as your increasing fat pressed against them, leaving small rips that threatened to turn into huge holes if you got any bigger.

    And you were definitely going to get bigger if Azula had anything to say about it. She was stuffing you faster than ever, and it was taking a lot of effort on your part just to keep up. You were always a big eater, but you had never gorged yourself to this degree. Pushing far past the limits of your stomach's capacity was turning out to be way easier than you thought it'd be though. The feeling moments of discomfort you do experience are relieved immediately by Azula's diligent belly rubbing. Apparently her hands are as good at soothing pain as they are at inflicting it.

    "A few more bites," Azula says, shoveling something creamy and sweet into your mouth. "Let's get you out of those clothes, and I don't mean by taking them off."

    If Azula wanted your clothes to explode off of you, she was definitely on the right path. Each bite brought your outfit a step close to rupturing, the fabric stretched so thin that it was practically translucent. Once more bite, and one more centimeter of fat added to your stomach was all it took. With an audible ripping noise, your pants and shirt were torn to pieces, shredded by the pressure of your advancing fat. Green scraps of expensive Earth Kingdom fabric fluttered to the ground like confetti. Your corpulent form was left completely bare before the Fire Princess. She seemed to enjoy the sight very much. Her hands immediately jumped to your exposed stomach rolls, which she rubbed and pinched vigorously.

    "Very nice..." she said approvingly. She had stopped feeding you for the moment, but the plates of food that still surrounded her indicated that she wasn't done stuffing your face just yet. For now, she was using both hands to grasp and grope at your exposed fat, her fingertips exploring every curve, bump, roll, and bulge.

    Your stomach growled in response to her touch, though you weren't sure if it was because you were so full or because you were hungry for more. Azula obviously took it as the latter, and took a nearby plate in one of her hands. The other remained firmly attached to your flabby body, rubbing and squeezing the softness while she fed you. You began to wonder how big you would get by time all was said and done. Azula was wondering, or rather, fantasizing about it too.

    The supply of food begins to dwindle, as the last few items are stuffed into your mouth. Azula takes a moment to admire her handiwork, at the same time you look down to see how fat you've gotten. You went from pear shaped to apple shaped to being without shape, or rather, blob-shaped. Your flesh extends out out in all directions, but most of your weight is concentrated around your gut, a huge mass of pale corpulence with a pair of saggy man-boobs draped over it. Your fat spills out over the sides of the chair you're sitting in, which also creaks under your weight, threatening to collapse at any moment. You have difficulty telling where one part of your body ends and where the other begins. Azula doesn't seem to be having this problem though, as she lifts up your belly to dig for a particular part of your anatomy.

    The layers of fat blanketing your body had done a good job of concealing your erection, but there was no hiding it anymore. It wasn't your fault, the combination of Azula's loving belly rubs, the blanket of fat rubbing against your crotch, and pure fear gave you a stiffie you just couldn't make go down. It looked like Azula was going to help with that, as she began to pump your erection up and down in her hand. Her other hand remains attached to your belly as always. The Fire Princess is apparently ambidextrous, as she has no problem rubbing your stuffed tummy and giving you a handjob at the same time.

    The combined sensation is thrilling, and magnifies the pleasure you wouldn't felt had she done either act individually. You're in hog heaven, not sure if your panting is because of pleasure or your weight, probably both. Azula's having the time of her life too, and once again you see a wild and indeed fiery passion in her eyes. Apparently the two things that get her going the most is killing her enemies and fat guys. As long as she sticks to the second one, you have no complaints.

    Your pleasure continues to build as she strokes you. Just when you think things can't get any better, she removes her grasp around your cock, and leans forwards, taking your length between her lips instead. Her one hand remains pressed against the front of your belly to rub it. Her other hand, now free, is placed under your belly, lifting it up to keep your cock exposed. Azula seems to be an expert with her mouth, the way she swirls her tongue around your shaft drives you wild. You couldn't hold back if you wanted to, and a final suck causes you to explode in her mouth with a sigh.

    Azula swallows your load as willingly as you gulped down all the food she gave you. Both of her hands are on your belly now, rubbing it to aide digestion as the remaining food gets processed into fat. You may have lost your kingdom, but there were still some upsides to be had.