Yet another commission from  lollipoppaintbrush but with a bit of a twist!

I decided to write a little story to go with the things that go on here, because with the way this commission came out, it was all so romantic for me NOT to write something about it! Think of it as a little Christmas present from me to all of you (while not actually being Christmas themed)! Hope you like it, and Happy Holidays to everybody!

Azukina was only too confused when Tarte, her fiancée and prince of the Sweets Kingdom, forbade her from seeing him for such a long time. Her confusion was greatened by the fact that when she was finally allowed to spend time with him, it was the day before their wedding! Prince or not, what kind of man would refuse to let his future princess see him until they were about to be married. Azukina simply couldn’t think of a reason, and was ready to confront Tarte about it.
She stormed down the large and lavish hallway leading to his chambers, huffing and growling all the while.
“Wait until I give him a piece of my mind,” she muttered under her breath. “And he’d better have a good explanation for himself too! Otherwise, I just might think twice about marrying such a…such a…! Ooh, I can’t even think of something nasty to call him!”
Truth be told, Azukina would never dream of calling Tarte anything nasty. Her anger really only masked her sorrow and worry. She truly loved Tarte with all her heart and surely, he loved her back. Or so she thought…
Could she have done something to make him upset? Did he not approve of the marriage? Did he not like her at all? Or worse…could he have been gallivanting with other maidens all this time to have his fill before getting hitched? Azukina was fraught with worry, all of these thoughts and unsettling questions keeping her up at night.
Maybe she truly was angry with Tarte, but ultimately, her goal was not to reprimand him for anything. At least, not right away. She only wanted to find out why she couldn’t see her beloved until now.
She approached the large door to Tarte’s bedroom, which was guarded by two tall knights.
Azukina made her voice clear and commanding as she announced “I am the Lady Azukina, betrothed to his highness, Prince Tarte of the Sweets Kingdom. I have been summoned to his side.”
The two guards looked at each other. Then one of them slipped into the bedroom.
Though she couldn’t see anything going on inside, she could hear the guard’s heavy footsteps as he walked to what she assumed was Tarte’s bedside. She waited patiently for a moment, supposing that the guard wanted to tell Tarte that Azukina had arrived.
“SHE’S HERE!?!?!?” Azkukina heard the excited yell even from behind the closed thick door. “SEND HER IN! SEND HER IN!!”
Azukina’s brow furrowed in question. “This spells…good news?” she thought hesitantly. “At least it seems like he’s happy to see me.”
She shook her head immediately, dispelling any thoughts she was currently forming. She couldn’t falter now! She had no idea what Tarte meant by his words, and she certainly wasn’t ready to give him the benefit of the doubt. She was going to get the answers she wanted without compromise.
The guard suddenly returned to his post. “You may enter.” He said in a deep voice.
Azukina took a deep breath and scrunched up her face. She wondered if she looked angry enough and almost asked the guards for approval. Before she could, the door opened for her and she began storming in.
She half-expected for Tarte to be there when she entered, but he wasn’t. The door closed behind her. With that, she began looking around to find him. All she could see was an empty lavish room. She noticed a large lump protruding from under the blanket on his bed that looked similar to a pillow, but she was too preoccupied with her goal to ponder at how odd it looked.
“Prince Tarte,” she called out. “I have arrived.”
“Azukina! I’ve been waiting for you~!” His voice sounded swoony and longing.
“Likewise, your highness. I’ve been wanting to speak with you ever since you banned me from seeing you until tonight.”
Tarte chuckled awkwardly. “That…may have been a little harsh, but I promise that I only had the best—”
“I believe it would be best if you and I were to speak face to face!” Azukina stood firm.
“I would love to, but it’s a little hard for me to get up at the moment!”
“You’re in bed, I take it? I suppose a man like you would want to conduct business from his large comfy bed!”
“A…a man like me?”
“Yes! The kind of man who can’t spare one second with his lonely fiancée until the night before they married!”
“There’s a perfectly good explanation for thi—”
“I’d love to hear it!” What Azukina wanted to be an authoritative statement came out as a yell. Perhaps she was angrier than she thought. If she was, then Tarte certainly heard it in her voice.
“I know I haven’t been a good fiancée. Believe me, all I wanted was to be by your side this whole time!”
“Then why?” Azukina demanded. “Why couldn’t I see you?” She hoped that Tarte couldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes or hear the stifled sobbing that escaped her mouth.
“Because…I was preparing a surprise just for you.”
Azukina held in her tears and straightened her voice. “A surprise…?”
“If you wouldn’t mind coming over to my bedside, I can finally show you.”
“Hmph.” Azukina retained her serious face, but was very curious now. Apparently, Tarte had a good reason for not letting her see him and she was eager to know once and for all. Without seeming too rushed, she walked over to Tarte’s bedside.
As she walked her attention was brought back to the strange lump on Tarte’s bed, hidden away by his blanket. Another thing that she noticed that despite Tarte being on his bed, he was still nowhere to be seen.
“Even after announcing your little surprise,” Azukina began with a firm tone. “You still haven’t shown your face!”
“Well,” Tarte chuckled. “I wouldn’t exactly call this surprise little.”
“Are you hiding under that strangely large pillow of yours?”
“Huh? What pillow?”
“How could you not see it? The pillow under your bed sheets?”
“Under my bed…” Tarte stifled a laugh.
“And what is so funny?”
“Oh, you’ll see~!”
Azukina was already getting tired of Tarte’s little game by the time she reached his bedside. She simply stared at the orb-like object under Tarte’s blanket in frustration.
“Well,” she huffed. “I’m here. Show me what you have to show me.”
“With pleasure,” Tarte said excitedly. “I hope you like it!”
Azukina drew in a breath of anticipation as she waited for Tarte to show his face. Suddenly, the blanket began slipping down, revealing Tarte’s smiling face.
“There you are!”
“Hold on, Azukina!” he commanded gently. “The show’s not over yet!”
She cocked her head in confusion when the blanket started slipping down even further. Her gaze was suddenly filled with a great cream-colored hill that loomed over her.
“What on earth…?” Azukina muttered with awe.
Tarte sneered playfully. Azukina almost didn’t understand what was going on, but then Tarte gave the hill a smack, making it jiggle and sway back and forth.
“Prince Tarte…is that…? Is that your belly!?”
“Indeed it is, Azukina! You see, I wanted to be a great big man for you, so I decided to have the castle cooks whip up a ton of donuts for me to munch on! Needless to say, they made me nice and fat and soft! I wanted to keep it a surprise until I was big enough for you! I’m just sad that it took this long!”
Azukina half-heard his words, her attention still stuck on her prince’s great big, flabby belly.
“Do you like it?” Tarte asked, probing for any hint of emotion on Azukina’s face.
“L-like it…?” Azukina’s face broke out into a blush, and one could almost see the hearts floating from her. “I love it!”
Tarte grinned happily. “I knew you would!” With a great struggle, he propped himself up against the pillows on his backboard so he could give Azukina a clearer look at his giant belly.
“Prince Tarte,” Azukina swooned. “You’re so handsome!”
“Heh, heh! You think so?”
“Absolutely! You look so big and soft and warm!”
“Don’t I know it!” Tarte took one arm and lifted a bit of his belly, showing off to Azukina just a bit more of how flabby he had become. It was like fondling a bag of jello as he hefted up his tummy, and Azukina was absolutely giddy at the sight of it. Even Tarte couldn’t deny just how good it felt, his furry fat being jostled and squeezed and pressed. As he lifted it, he felt a tingling sensation as his adipose shifted. As good as it felt, he urged himself not to show any signs of pleasure, wanting his beloved Azukina give him this sensation. Looking back to her swooning at the sight of him, Tarte smiled at her suggestively.
“Oh~, Prince Tarte!” she exclaimed. “You look wonderful!”
“Well, enough with the staring! Don’tcha wanna break in your brand new belly bed?” Tarte rubbed his belly intimately and enticingly.
“Huh? You mean…you wish for me to lay on you!?”
“Of course!”
“Your highness, I-I couldn’t!”
“But that’s what it’s here for! Every inch of my fat body is all for you to do with as you please!”
Azukina’s heart was aflutter. She nodded vehemently and cheerfully said “Well…here I come, then!”
She hopped up on the bed and climbed her way to the top of Tarte’s great big belly. The tickle that he felt as Azukina climbed on top of him made him laugh loudly, which made his fat jiggle and jostle. Azukina had been at the top as Tarte’s belly shook, and she enjoyed a fun little ride on Tarte’s waterbed belly.
After he settled, Azukina took in the softness of his fat, snuggling herself in the furry warmth. Tarte sighed contentedly and felt soothed as Azukina effectively massaged his belly with her body as she shifted around to get every inch of his massive stomach. She was practically sinking into him as she settled down in the softness of his massive middle.
“Having fun, my dear?” Tarte asked in a relaxed voice.
“If…I may be frank, your highness?”
“Hold on! You and I are in love, aren’t we? You can call me and treat me however you like!”
Azukina giggled to herself, realizing just how much Tarte truly cared for her. She turned over onto her belly and stared lovingly into Tarte’s eyes; his own gaze stared back with love as well.
“In that case,” she said to him. “I haven’t even begun to have fun with your great big belly, Tarte!”
“That’s what I wanna hear,” Tarte exclaimed.
“But. Just like you made me wait to see your new weight, you’re going to have to wait until our honeymoon before we really have fun!”
Tarte disappointedly saw the logic in her proposition. “Fair enough. I…haven’t exactly been the greatest fiancée.”
Azukina flattened her lips and nodded in agreement.
“But,” Tarte continued. “I promise I’ll make up for it by being the greatest husband ever!”
“I like that sound of that,” Azukina said with a smile. “My hefty husband!”
“Heh-heh! Your plump prince!”
“My butterball beau!”
The romance between them made her want to snuggle in his fat again. She did so with pleasure, and made Tarte moan with pleasure.
“Oh…” Azukina said as she shifted around Tarte’s belly. “How I wish I could have been there to feed you…stuff you…fatten you up!”
“Hey,” Tarte reassured. “Who said I was anywhere near done with getting fat?”
“Oh?”
“I just wanted to reach a…minimum weight for you to enjoy! You’re free to make me as big and fat as you want!”
“I do like the sound of that!”
“Didn’t I tell you? You can do whatever you want with my ginormous self! I can be your bed, your couch, your trampoline, your stress toy, your food disposal! Anything your heart desires!”
Azukina sighed as she daydreamed as she thought of all the things she could do with her fat Tarte.
“Oh, Tarte…I simply can’t wait!”
Azukina shifted up to Tarte’s face, sticking as close to Tarte’s body as possible as if to constantly rub herself against his fat body. Tarte continued to shudder as she made her advance. When she got to his head, Azukina gave Tarte a deep and loving kiss on his lips.
“I love you, my big tubby Tarte!”
“And I love you, Azukina!”