“Good morning highness, how was the feast?”

Jessi greeted her mistress with a disjointed affection. What kind of time did she call this, her appointment was at 11, not half three in the afternoon.

“Urp... pretty good! I do like a good 'Feast of Maximum Occupancy'!”

“I just wish you'd reconsider holding one every month... and perhaps invite other people...”

“Pssh, rubbish! Feasts with other people are for poor people! Now let's get this over with, I've got business to attend to...”

It was time for the queen's “Divine Reassertion” session. Queen Alexis was rather big headed like that. She enjoyed all the finer things in life, food, money, men, luxury clothes, expensive knick knacks, more food, animals, houses, brunch, etc, but the price of her over indulgence was that she allowed the people of her kingdom to live in poverty and starvation. “Divine Right” she called it. Other people called it greed.

“Alright your highness... how may I attest to your divinity today?”

Queen Alexis looked rather pleased with herself.

“I have eaten more than is humanly possible!”

She put her pudgy arms to her groaning, swollen stomach and beamed proudly.

“Let's take a look at you...”

Jessi hated moments like this. Every month, the Queen would eat so much she was almost sick, every month she would come in here stating how she'd beaten the world record for gluttony, and every month Jessi would have to congratulate her for being a fat pig in a nation of people slowly starving to death.

The many feasts had taken their toll on the Queen's physique. When she had ascended to the throne, she had been a slim, healthy girl, happy and smart, and full of hope for the future. Now, all she was full of was half digested suckling pig. She barely fit in her ceremonial robes now, the once floor length garment barely covered her torso these days, the royal tailors had to adjust it weekly so that it still fit her ballooning frame. She flipped her loose red curls back, and smiled devilishly, allowing her to approach the royal gut, watching placidly as Jessi brought forth the royal tape measure and just about managed to stretch it around her bulbous girth. Jessi felt the shift and ebb of the massive quantity of food she had managed to pack into herself as it migrated around the bloated orb, the skin soft but stretched to accommodate the bulk of her meals.

“Well... you're certainly much, much more... “godly” than you were last time.”

Godly being short hand for “obese”

Alexis preened. She reveled in her own little world of snacking, double breakfasts and feasts.

An opportunity presented itself.

“But I'd be willing to bet you could do more... highness.”

Alexis lifted a delicately shaped eyebrow.

“How do you mean?”

Jessi took a finger, and slowly but deliberately sunk it into the blubber that erupted from her Queen's waistline.

“Feels to me like there's more room in there... it's not really a record if you haven't gone for gold and eaten as much as possible...”

Alexis thought this over for a second.

“BRING ME ANOTHER LUNCH! AND A THIRD BEAKFAST!”

In short order, vast plates and trays of steaming, precious delicacies were brought in, followed by an army of servants and tables. The latter was arranged by the middle, and the former laid out ready for the Queen's delectation. The kitchens were kept in a constant state of high alert, expecting at any moment to have to cater to their bloated Queen's every whim without a moments hesitation.

“Leave us, I must be alone for my feast!”

She clapped her plump hands rudely. The servants obediently left, and with a wolf like smile she turned on the banquet.

“Must I leave, majesty?”

Jessi inquired, still holding the tape measure.

“No... I want you to watch...”

*****

“I'm pretty sure... urp... that's all I can fit in my little belly for now...”

Alexis groaned. First the feast of maximum occupancy, now this? She hitched up her shirt, revealing the immensely swollen and painfully tight bulge that occupied her midriff.

“Is this full enough yet? God, I feel like I ate a horse!”

She winced as a loud gurgle exited the troubled girth that heaved and churned before her. She'd never eaten this much, she felt like an over inflated balloon, packed to the rafters with an assortment of delicious foods and tasty treats. Slowly her hands traversed the massive stockpile she had secreted inside herself, she felt for all intents and purposes like a storehouse with legs. Another groan escaped her bloated gut, her hands did tiny circuits of her fattened flanks in a vain effort to alleviate the painful buildup of gas inside her digestive tract from being stuffed so fast.

Her stomach hung pendulous before Jessi, smooth, white, deliciously fattened. She placed a hand carefully against the heaving surface, feeling the overstuffed guts just millimeters beneath her fingertips, felt the pockets of trapped gas rushing together within the dangerous orb, building slowly and deliberately within her tummy...

“How do you feel, highness?”

Alexis groaned. She was pale, positively nauseous with the feeling of being so immensely fattened. Never had the royal stomach had to cope with such a capacity for gluttony.

“Like I'm about to pop. Seriously, the slightest thing...”

Jessi grinned. The quivering sphere of fat before her had filled her mind with deliciously righteous possibilities, and a fiery sense of purpose.

“Like, if I were to do this?”

She jabbed her Queen hard in the belly, her finger barely able to dent the skin. A horrendous gurgle echoed out from the bloated ocean of gluttony.

“Ow! Jesus, I thought I was gonna bust then! You want to see a goddess burst? Didn't think so...”

Alexis closed her eyes, her hands placed affectionately around the flanks of her swollen gut. Jessi grinned wider. Now was her time to strike...

Perfect.

She slid the needle from her sleeve carefully, the metal making barely a rustle as she withdrew it. She took her hand, and ran it carefully over her mistress's exposed gut, feeling here and there for just the right place.

“That's the way, just rub it... feels lovely to have my precious belly worshiped. Feel how big and smooth it is, how lovely and tight. I am the embodiment of plenty, health, beauty, intelligence... so many lovely things. I think I should build a temple to myself...”

A dreamy look took over Alexis' face as she continued to stroke her fecund swell. She had no idea...

Jessi ran her probing hands carefully over the surface of the royal blimp, and finally found what she was looking for. Right at the very front of Alexis' belly, just behind her navel, a huge pocket of gas was building.  She could feel the skin over her mistress's over glutted stomach stretched tight over it, she couldn't even press her fingers into it it was stretched so thin... dangerously thin...

She planted a tiny kiss on Alexis' tummy, just over her navel.

Alexis giggled.

“That's nice... I should have people do that more often... how about a day when everyone in the kingdom must kiss my lovely royal tummy? And bring a cake with them... ooh, i hope there's enough room in here for some cake...”

She giggled again, patting her monumental girth, replete atop the monument to cookery and overindulgence.

Jessi giggled to, as the pin came down...

Alexis' eyes snapped open as she felt the prick. She became aware of a stinging sensation in the very apex of her glutted stomach, a horrible, creeping pain that speared through her guts. A deep shudder went through her stomach, and her eyes snapped down just in time to see the shaft of the implement bury itself in her engorged abdomen.

She mouthed a protest. This wasn't supposed to happen. Jessi looked up from the curve of her Queen's grotesquely bloated belly, and smiled. Jessi rubbed her hands over the quaking surface of the doomed globe, before planting a final kiss on it's soon to be extinct surface. Alexis felt the contents of her belly convulse horribly and finally, in a heartbeat the pressure began to exert it's terrible force on the apex of her gargantuan gut. She knew in that instant her tummy had doomed her.

A scream began to escape her lips...

Cut off abruptly by a horrendous bang as her belly flesh surrendered and gave way to internal pressure.