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Epilogue

With the King and Queen keeping a closer watch on her, it was nearly the end of the next week before Celeste was able to slip out of the palace again. Her new bodice was still not ready, but she had gotten some longer thongs to lace it up, exposing the entirety of her ivory back. Were she not wearing her heavy wool cloak, she’d have been very nearly indecent.

Once again she ghosted through the city streets, coming to her favorite secret place.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Mistress. I had a special delivery of meat last week ’n had a extra large pie for ye, but some dandy bought up the ‘ole ting just yesterday…”

Celeste’s flawless features fell in disappointment.

“That’s alright Miss Olive, just a normal slice if you please.”

The Princess ate with gusto as always, a far cry from the timid manner she had displayed on her first visit, and within moments the hearty meal was devoured.

“It might be some time before I can return, but I thank you as always, Missus.”

Celeste laid her coin on the bar and strutted back out the door, covering her luscious form and distinctive hair with her cloak as she stalked back into the street.

Still several blocks from the Palace, Celeste was startled by a strong hand over her mouth and an arm ‘round her waist. Before she could think to struggle the Princess was pulled into a small parlor. Her captor spun her free and stood blocking the only exit.

“What is the meaning of this? My father will–“

“Your father will do nothing to me once I tell him about your little ‘excursions’ into Rat Bottom, Princess.”

The figure threw back the hood of his own cloak to reveal a tall and rather handsome young man. He could not have been more than a year or two older than Celeste herself, and had the bearing of a noble.

“Who… who are you?” She asked, anger turning into curiosity.

“My name is Phillip. I believe you know me.”

Celeste’s mind worked rapidly in her growing confusion.

“Phillip… second… no, third son of King Edmund?”

“That’s right. I believe our fathers are scheming a union between my father and your highness.”

The Princess rolled her shining blue eyes.

“I see you are as pleased with that possibility as I am.”

“Then why have you abducted me?”

“I believe there is one who would be a better match for such an… exquisite creature as yourself.”

“What… you? What purest arrogance makes you think I’d settle for a mere third Prince when I could have a King?”

“Well… I have something you want. Something my father cannot offer you.”

Phillip gestured to a simple wooden table, where a round object was covered with a cloth.

Celeste’s eyes locked on the cloth-covered shape, and Phillip knew his own scheme had worked. He stepped slowly from the door and lifted the black cloth, revealing the largest pie Celeste had ever seen.

It was nearly three handspans across, and the upper crust was fairly bursting with hints of light golden meat. Celeste’s pupils dilated and her mouth flooded with saliva.

“Can I take your cloak, Your Highness?”

The Princess was frozen where she stood, so Phillip stepped up behind her and lightly unclasped her heavy outer garment. Pulling the cloak away he saw the crisscross of leather exposing her back. Soft fluffs of flesh pressed between the laces and the area below her shoulder blades was lightly muscled from carrying the weight of her front.

Phillip led Celeste with the lightest possible touch to sit at the table, admiring the view from his slight height advantage as veritable acres of alabaster cleavage rippled with each refined step.

Producing a knife and a pie server, the young Prince sliced a piece twice the size of the one Celeste had devoured only a few minutes earlier and placed it on a plate before the opulent redhead.

Phillip held a silver fork in one hand, but as Celeste reached for it he pulled back.

“First you must ask.”

Celeste licked her lips and spoke for the first time since she’d laid eyes on the massive meal.

“May I have some pie please?”

“Such a polite Princess… Now say you’ll be mine.”

Celeste’s eyes darted from the slice – twice the size of her palm and with gravy oozing onto the plate, it looked so stuffed with meat that there was hardly room for vegetables – to the handsome Prince, tall and blonde, with a close-cropped beard and piercing blue eyes.

“Yours… you know what this pie will do to me?”

They both looked down at the ripe melons in their leather prison.

“Oh yes…”

“And you don’t find them… unseemly?”

“I find them perfect.”

“You do?”

“I love them.”

“And if they get even larger?”

“I will love them even more.”

“And if I… if I swear to wed you, you’ll let me eat this pie?”

“This, and as many pies as you like.”

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“I swear it.”

Celeste snatched the fork from Phillip’s hand before he could give it to her, and dug into the pie.

When the slice was gone, he gave her another.

And another.

And another.

Celeste’s stomach bulged out and pressed her sumptuous breasts upward, making the leather bodice creak with the strain. The abundance of breast meat in her stomach was making the overfed Princess swell before their very eyes.

In the way that only Royals can do, Celeste spilled not a single drop of gravy or a speck of crust, yet ate with the speed of a starving urchin offered a bowl of gruel.

Bite after bite, gulp after gulp, the enormous pie slid down the Princess’s ivory throat.

When there were two slices left, an eyelet on Celeste’s bodice tore free, and Phillip could see a hint areola peaking out. But the Princess kept eating.

Halfway through the last slice, two more eyelets popped, and the opposite nipple slid free, pointing out eagerly toward the remaining pie.

At last the massive feast was consumed. Celeste’s stomach was taught as a drum and she looked like a woman with child. Phillip rubbed his Princess’s packed stomach lovingly as she digested her meal, her corset groaning softly along with its wearer.

Celeste glanced down and saw that Phillip’s manhood was pressed tight against his trousers.

“Is that for me, too?”

Phillip held the silver kitchen knife and in a motion almost too fast for her eyes to follow, severed the leather laces straining across Celeste’s front in two quick fluid slices. The bodice exploded off of the Princess to fall limply to the floor.

Breasts larger than her red-gold head undulated softly as they stood high and proud on her royal torso. Smooth alabaster skin without a single mark or flaw filled the Prince’s eyes. Small, delicate circles of areola puffed up in arousal and perfect pink nipples the size of thimbles stood fully erect.

Celeste rose, her face not showing the effort, and faced Prince Phillip with her most regal stare. For the first time she noticed a bed against the wall of this small parlor.

Celeste backed toward the bed, and her Prince followed closely. His hands hovered near her but dared not touch her glorious globes without permission. She sat smoothly on the bed, naked breasts bobbing for several long moments. Slowly she pulled and bunched her voluminous skirts up over her waist, exposing inch after inch of long, toned, porcelain like legs.

She met Phillips eyes, then looked down at the red-gold curls between her ivory thighs.

“Now you eat.”