Castlevania: Concerto of Corpulence - Part 2

    Lunch was a large meal, and time seemed to just blur and melt, as soon afternoon tea with pastries came shortly after.  And then supper.  Then dinner.  Dessert. Second desserts.  Late evening tea.   It was dizzying.  She ate, and Persephone provided still more.  But it was all so good, so well made, so textured well, that Charlotte found she could always cram in just a little more each bite.  She slumped in the chair, the perpetual night outside her room made it hard to tell just when it was, only that it was late and she was tired.

    "My, my.  You were a HUNGRY girl!" the maid chimed happily.   Charlotte grumbled, her belly large and resting on her thighs.  She had no biting remark about how it was the overzealous feeding that  made her eat, she just needed rest.  She groaned, rising out of the chair to return to the sofa bed to retire for the night.  There had to be something in that food.  That wonderful, tasty food…  she shook her head.  She needed to concentrate.  

   "I need to sleep…" Charlotte called out to nobody in particular, though Persophone nodded and made her way to the door.  

    "This wing is so quiet, you'll sleep like the dead!" she said in that sing-song manner, perhaps using poor words on the mortal captive.  She curtsied and excused herself, locking the chamber with a loud click.  Charlotte moaned a little as she eased onto the bed, tugged her too small blouse down a little, and curled up to rest.  She would think better in the morning.


   Charlotte woke up with a start, her belly still gurgling even in the dead of the night.  Her room was pitch black, with only a silver glow to highlight parts from the full moon out her window.  It wasn't digestion though, that woke her.  Noisy as her belly was, something ELSE was making sounds, and it had roused her.  She listened closely.

   Clop.  Clop.  Clop.  Clop scrape clop.  Clop.  Clop.  It sounded like a one legged horse,  but each heavy footfall was deliberate and steady.  Clop.  Clop.

    And whatever it was, it was getting closer.   The sounds were growing louder, and the doorway to her room jostled a bit as whatever it was clearly wanted in.  

    "What are you DOING here?  You'll ruin everything!"  A voice chastised.  It was an alluring sounding voice, one that belonged to full grown woman.   She hung onto her words a little, accenting her words in a saucy, seductive manner, seemingly without intending to.

    "I'm HUNGRY, that's what!" The door slammed a little in its place.  The second voice was gruffer, but still feminine.  Two women, arguing outside Charlotte's room.  They bickered for some time, Charlotte occasionally startled back to full awake when the rougher voiced woman would raise her voice.  

   "Let go of me!" she called out, as the sound of scraping could be heard.

    "No, no, trust me… if you just wait longer, everything will be much better…" her sultry partner cooed… the voices grew distant, and then vanished into the night.  Charlotte gulped, and returned to sleep as best she could.



     "Wakey wakey-" Persephone's voice rang in Charlotte's ear, and cooked pleasantries invaded her nose.  "Eggs and bakey!"  The helpful housemaid tugged up the tired mage, and pushed her along to the dining table.  Charlotte let out a grunt as she settled into the cushy chair.  She was no smaller than yesterday.  But with the scents overtaking her, her belly grumbled for sustenance, and she was fast digging into her meal.   She couldn't help it.  The flavors, she hadn't had a bad meal yet, and Persephone seemed at her most happy when Charlotte was eating.

     "Couple of questions…" Charlotte remarked, waving a fork in the direction of the maid while still chewing pancakes.  "One, if I'm your prisoner, why are you treating me so nice?"

     "P-prisoner?" the maid asked with a hint of unease.  "N-no, guest!  You're a guest!"  She fidgeted a little, and sniffled.  "OK, you're a prisoner!  But I can't be so mean to you!  We never get any visitors in the castle, and do you know how boring it is for a maid to have nothing to do for so many years?  I had to BEG the other two to let me treat you so nice, but Witch seemed to like the idea!"  

    "The other two…" Charlotte nodded a little, lifting another glass of milk as she ate on.  "I heard them last night, I think."

     It was hard to tell, but Persephone blanched a little on her pale face. "Oh goodness!  I hope they didn't bother you!  T-they said I can care for you and do whatever I want to you, I don't want them to ruin my fun yet!"

    Charlotte looked down at her belly.  It was just seeming bigger by the moment, her belly button deep and wide now, poking out from the gaps in her buttoned up clothes.  She burped a little.  So the maid had no intent to harm her, if anything, she was more in danger of being coddled and pampered to death.  She gave her tummy a little pat.  Well, there were worse ways to be a prisoner.   Her eyes moved up again, and she noticed something.

   "How long has that mirror been here?" she asked the maid, rising from the table.  She looked at herself in it, unsure of what to make of her new size.

    "Oh, the mirror?  I thought the room was so empty, I just needed to put something in to make it look better!  It adds something, don't you think?"

    Charlotte didn't respond.  Her cheeks were rounder.  Her shoulders a bit broader from the new thickness.  Her thighs pushed together as she stood there, and her butt hung out rather readily from her short skirt now.  Thick love handles pushed her clothes away as they squeezed out to freedom, and her belly dominated her middle.  She was fat, with a capital F.

   "What am I going to do?" she asked her reflection, unsure of she liked how fast her figure was being ruined, and her escape chances being smaller while she got bigger.

    "I think we should have lunch," her reflection replied, smiling wide.  Charlotte nodded and agreed… yes, lunch would be wonderful.  Lots of lunch.  She was famished, so why not live it up?  Escape could wait, she rationalized.

    She spun to face the maid again.  "Well, you want to serve, then I demand you feed me what I like!  And don't dawdle!" she said.  Persephone grinned wide and was up and ready.

    The Charlotte in the mirror watched this display, and gave a bit of a wicked smile, that soon turned into a sneer.  "Yes… eat and grow fat…"