After disappearing into an alley, in no time the princesses had reached their destination. They stopped to catch their momentarily, although Jasmine was still constantly looking over her shoulder.

"Here we are. Now what were we running from?" Ariel asked. She didn't really care about anything else other than getting Jasmine into bed, but it would be nice to know what had gotten the princess so riled up and spooked. Granted, she knew that nothing could get at them once they were in the enveloped by Ursula's obese form, but if you are running from something you'd usually like to know what.

"No time to explain, let's get inside." Jasmine responded. Grabbing her new friend by the wrist, she hurriedly burst through the door. This worried Ariel in the sense that, she had caught the princess staring at her a few times, but there was a good chance that Ursula was in their right now on the bed, naked. No matter how slutty Jasmine might be, without her inner whore unlocked, the sight of all that exposed flesh might be too much too soon.

Fortunately, by the time the girls shut the door, there seemed to be no one around. All Jasmine saw was a bed and old vanity table right across from it. Compared to the usual homes of Agrabah's merchants, this place looked down right extravagant. It even had a stairway leading up to a second level!

"This is where you live?" Jasmine took a few steps forward. Immediately her secretive friend formed an enitre and vague backstory "Yes. I uh, live here with my mis-MOTHER! My mother Ursula.". Ariel giggled nervously and at first Jasmine looked at her oddly, but quickly she shrugged it off and admired the room some more. Ariel meanwhile sighed softly, knowing that she almost blew her cover. Another thing that meant too much too soon would have been stating that Ursula was her mistress. Unless you were in a royal family, which she was but that was beside the point, mistress could only mean one other thing.

"Ursula! Are you here?" Ariel called out. She couldn't imagine where the blubber butt beauty could be. Maybe she got hungry waiting and went out for some fresh peasant. Fortunately, some loud and heavy footsteps were soon heard on the stairs. Jasmine looked on not knwoing what to expect, and Ariel's smile threatened to tear her face in half.

Knowing her slave wouldn't return empty handed, Ursula had prepared herself, even tolerating not being adressed as Mistress or other such names, and had put on a rather lovely black dress she had bought with the money she had obtained from her various lovers that had all met their end in her ever growing belly. It covered everything up to her breasts, almost seeming to mimic her dark skin from her octopus form. At her thighs the sides of the gown opened, revealing those trunk like pillars of fat.

"Ariel, who's your friend?" Ursula spoke in a very suggestive manner. Jasmine did not notice though, as she was too busy examining the body of this woman. She had even paler skin than the young girl, so she could easily believe that these two were related, but it just struck as to how terribly fat this woman was. Her big and round gut drooped and strained the frabric of her dress, and she had several chins growing out of her folds. Although one thing that did please Jasmine right off the bat was that she did have breasts. Large, round, bouncing breasts.

"Oh, I'd like you to meet princess Jasmine." Ariel smiled, again spying the princess taking a look at her mistress, as she should. Even someone with no eyes should take notice of the most beautiful thing on Earth.

"A princess, my goodness." Ursula spoke while mentally praising her slave. She knew the merslut wouldn't disappoint, but to bring back this delicious girl was more than she could have asked for.

Unable to help herself, Ursula stepped towards Jasmine and leaned down, her boobies jiggling the entire time, took her hand and kissed it "What's a princess like you doing in a place like this?"