"Princess to Pig": A Patreon Exclusive Cut

The results of my patreon poll about delivery preference for these exclusive cut stories is in, and people's preference is that they have no preference. The second choice was to release them individually and then as a collection, and for this volume that is what I'm going to do. Since this volume is 8 stories long, I think it will work best if I release them as I go, and I hope to have them all done by next week.

Here is the first story from this volume of Exclusive Cuts based on the theme of role reversal voted on and suggested by patrons like you.

Enjoy!

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“Princess to Pig”

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Princess Everly was the envy of all. She was far more than a pretty princess. She was the most beautiful woman in the entire kingdom of Tribania. Everyone worshiped her, especially for her beauty. And Princess Everly knew this. It’s what made her so arrogant and cruel.

She regularly treated all of those beneath her with disdain, and any servants she was given by her father, who was a rather careless king who much preferred giving in to his daughter’s every whim than treating his subjects fairly and ruling competently, were subjected to her capricious whims and a thousand little taunts and fancies.

The princess, beyond being incredibly vain, was also remarkably greedy, and that greed presented itself in an unexpected amount of gluttony. Princess Everly loved to feast. She loved to stuff her face. What she didn’t love was the effect that all of that was starting to have on her slim figure. When she began to strain her girdles, she yelled at her father to find her some kind of fix.

And that’s when the King found Fastrella.

Fastrella was a witch with two fully grown tubby daughters, dowdy girls named Tressa and Wenna. For a price to be named later, Fastrella tied her daughters to Princess Everly, not just as daughters but with a powerful curse. No matter what Princess Everly ate, she would never get fat. Instead, all of the excess calories would be split amongst her new handmaidens, Tressa and Wenna.

Princess Everly was thrilled to have her figure back the way she liked it, and she loved to torment her poor handmaidens. She enjoyed calling them names and making them do various humiliating tasks. She especially enjoyed feasting in front of them and slowly watching their waistlines expand. The princess called them her own personal pigs.

All the while, Fastrella bided her time.

One day, the king died under circumstances that no one would say.

And on that day, Fastrella claimed the price that was rightfully hers, the entire kingdom. And with that kingdom came the Princess Everly.

Taken in the night and wearing nothing but her delicate nightgown. Princess Everly was brought to the top of the tallest tower where Fastrella and her now quite fat daughters were eagerly waiting.

“You’ve been a pompous, greedy pig for too long, princess. And now it’s time for you to reap what you have sown.”

Fastrella’s magic pinned Princess Everly to a chair, and her daughters began to stuff the Princess with cake. Despite her groans of protest, Tressa and Wenna would not halt in their task and continued to stuff the princess even as frosting covered her face and crumbs fell into her cleavage. 

All the while, Fastrella watched and laughed and prepared to put her real plan into action.

“Do you enjoy the cake? It is a toast to my new kingdom and to your downfall. But, alas, I suppose it’s destined to spend a moment on your lips and then a lifetime on their hips, isn’t it? We should change all of that.”

Everly felt a sudden tingling in her fingers and toes. She looked at her hands and flexed them, and as she did so they looked subtly different. She flexed them again and her eyes went wide as she realized that she wasn’t seeing things. Her hands were getting bigger. She blinked and they were bigger still. It wasn’t like her hands were turning into cartoon mitts, but having grown so used to having slim and delicate hands suited for playing piano and holding precious crystal, made her keenly aware that her hands were becoming distinctly chubby. When she looked down at her feet, she realized that they were swelling with fat as well. Soon her delicate digits had transformed into tiny sausages.

“Quite a fitting start don’t you think?” Fastrella chuckled as she played with Everly’s feet.

“This little piggy had roast beef. This little had none. This little piggy went wee wee wee and got really, really fat!”

And right on cue, the fat began to spread. It started in her hands and feet but soon began to fill her arms and legs as the fat worked its way toward the center of her body. Along the way, her ankles swelled until they met with her calves, and then her cankles continued to grow together. The fat kept flowing and her lean, limber legs became chubby and then downright fat. She was soon sitting with legs that were awkwardly pushed up because of all the fat filling her thunder thighs. It was like someone had a cinched off her legs from the rest of the body and for a moment the fat just stopped right there so that her still tight ass was lower than knees.

Everly’s wrists swelled with fat just like her ankles did. Her arms grew wobbling bingo wings, and the fat of her pillowy arms grew so much that it started to dimple and roll over her elbows. Just like with her legs, the fat seemed to stop right as it reached her shoulders. This created a surreal moment where Everly had the legs and arms of a tremendously obese woman but the rest of her was still trim and tiny.

It held that way for just a moment before the fat continued its invasion.

The fat began to fill Everly’s stomach, robbing her of her ab and causing her trim waist to bow outward with her love handles. She soon looked like a big expanding barrel and then a misshapen one as her gut grew faster in front than the fat on her sides. It was not long before the thin fabric of her nightgown gave way, tearing and allowing her turgid tummy to surge forward, a big sack of fat filling her lap. The shreds of the nightgown draped the sides like a pulled back curtain highlighting the spare tire sitting on display as a result of this piggish play. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, and the two handmaidens could help but eagerly run their hands up and down the fleshy mass, hands that Everly noted were getting thinner.

Princess Everly soon found herself rising in her seat, not because she had suddenly found herself with the power to stand on her own, but because her previously pert ass cheeks were rising like dough. Her ass grew thick with plush fat, pumped full of blubber that propelled her upward in her seat even as the fat spread outward as well. She couldn’t see it, but there was another subtle shift to her sizable ass cheeks. As the chunky cheeks filled with fat, they also became covered in cellulite marring her once perfect skin. Her well cushioned rear end eventually grew enough to fill up the entirety of the chair and lifted her up to once again be even with her fat and flabby legs.

Up top, Princess Everly’s shoulder grew plump with fat, and the felt the fat fill even her back as it folded over in thick, juicy rolls. Her breasts quivered as they lost their perkiness and began to sag. They were stretched out by the fat that filled them and left to rest on the shelf that was her now massive belly. Whatever new size they had gained was nothing compared to the girth of her gut which dominated her fatter figure. Her breasts sat much sadder and fatter than she would have liked, covered in stretch marks and looking like large deflated balloons as they slapped themselves onto her gelatinous gut and caused her whole body to tremble once again.

Everly felt her neck tense as the fat squeezed its way up into it. She felt her face go flush as her cheeks became chubby, and the fat that came sliding up her neck eventually hung down again in the form of a new double chin, doughy and wobbling as the rest of her face continued to fill out. Her cheek bones were lost to the pudge that formed her jiggly jowls. Her fat neck became obscured by a multitude of twins. The fat that filled her now round face even made her eyes seem smaller.

And, as a cruel final touch, Princess Everly watched Fastrella produce a hand mirror from thin air so that Everly could witness her own nose fill out with fat and twist upward so that it came to look far more like a pig snout. As Everly’s labored breath intensified, she began to snort like a pig which caused Fastrella and her daughters to cackle with delight.

Tressa and Wenna continued to poke, prod, pinch and jiggle Everly’s bountiful blubber all while swimming in their handmaiden dresses that no longer fit their still curvy but far more slender forms. They laughed with glee as they taunted Princess Everly.

“Who’s the fatty now?”

“Look at this hog.”

“Oink, oink, Piggy!”

“What a big fat Fatso you are. Look at this gut!”

“Every part of you is so soft and jiggly.”

“Wobble one part and it all shakes like jello.”

“You cow!”

“You whale!”

With a snap of her fingers, Fastrella got her daughters’ attention. Then, with another wave of her hand and a few muttered words, Everly was pulled from her chair and dressed in the rags of a common household servant. They barely fit her bulbous body. Meanwhile, Tressa and Wenna were clothed in the finery of a princess, their fine clothes hugged their new glorious curves.

“Your days of being a princess, my spoiled pig, are at an end. And here is how things shall go forever more.”

And from that day forward, just as Fastrella had proclaimed, Everly became permanently known as Piggy and was reduced to nothing more than a servant girl to the new queen and her daughters, the new princesses. When she wasn’t serving their needs, she was sent to do the most demeaning work possible, like scrubbing floors and cleaning latrines and the stables.

And every day Everly’s tasks grew harder because, every day, Everly grew fatter. Piggy kept piling on the pounds because, along with her own incredible appetite, she found herself on the other end of the curse that had once been placed on Tressa and Wenna. Now whenever the ate, the excess calories would go to Everly so that they may keep their shape as the greedy princess once had. And they loved to feast just to fatten their favorite new servant. 

Worst of all, Everly knew that her days as a servant girl were numbered. She kept growing fatter, her movements were growing slower, and soon, she wouldn’t be able to perform her duties anymore. And when that day arrived she knew what would be waiting for her.

There would be a sty just for her where she would live out the rest of her days as Fastrella’s prized pet pig.