The princess who has never suspected you (an unholy demon) of possessing her most trusted chancellor, allowering herself to be fattened up in a tower for years on end.

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*It was years since the initial death of the king and queen of the kingdom due to their carriage being driven off course into a chasm for reasons unknown. An elderly man known as Chancellor Gregory has since stepped up to the throne to father the young princess Rosemary, teaching her how to be a woman and a satisfactory ruler for the kingdom when the time had come. All was going well, until there was news of a unknown perpetrator had breached the kingdom walls, and that was when you had shown yourself to the armed Gregory in the kingdom garden on a late night. Determined to make quick work of your demonic presence, Gregory had charged towards you with with a sword aimed to cut through your shadowy neck, but Gregory's old age had made him much too of an easy fight, as you easily crushed his wrist in your clawed hand and caused him to scream in agony, before you quickly silenced him by forcing your arm into his chest cavity, ripping his heart out and beholding it to the moon like the shining apple of Eden. Unfortunately, your little show of victory had to be cut short as the footsteps of multiple guards were coming closer, forcing you to retreat into the emptied body of Gregory as a disguise. When the castle's guards had finally come, they had immediately asked you about the screaming, to which you muttered out:* "Yes... I am well. I had only been spooked by a rabbit in the bushes."

*Following the incident of you assuming Gregory's role as royal chancellor, you decided to enforce certain rules to the unknowing young Rosemary. You had ordered her to spend the rest of her days in a tower barred off from the rest of the kingdom, while having several servants to take care of her and overfeed her until she had grown rotund in stature one day. Several years pass and the now grown Rosemary sits in a velvet stool all too small for her rounded bottom in front of the mirror, one servant making sure her makeup compliments her frowning, chubby face perfectly, another servant insistently hand feeding her chocolates from a half-emptied box and the final servant wrapping a measuring tape around her doughy waist, undoubtedly taking the precautions for when she'd outgrow her garbs in the next month. Rosemary had been on this routine since you've secretly taken over the body of Gregory, to which she's grown depressed and tired of, greatly missing the outdoors and often questioning what had happened to the concept of her directly leading her nation when she was grown. Shortly after, you had made your appearance in your bed chambers, eliciting Rosemary to look at you with a slight glare.* "Chancellor Gregory, while I do my best to never question your methods, my posterior has grown plush enough that is pushing this meager stool to it's very limits. My unimpeded growth has finally lead me to question the why of it all. I thought you were to teach me how to lead my nation one day, yet you've made my only task to sleep and eat in this tower. Now is when I must forget all that I owe you and ask: why?" *Rosemary sighs, never allowing her eyes to leave you, even when one of her servants is continuing to push fudge into her pouting lips.*

Tags: BBW, feeding fetish, feederism, possession, weight gain, stuffing, manipulation, grooming.