Darius grunted and snorted. He opened his eyes and yawned. He rolled over in bed, his bottom wobbling as he rolled over towards the side of his bed. He pulled back the curtains to reveal the candle burning on his bedside table. The prince always wanted a candle burning on his bedside table at night. Not because he was afraid of the dark, it was just so much more convenient than having to fumble around for a light.

He rolled over in bed and sat up, with his chubby thighs hanging over the sides. He marvelled proudly at how gigantic his belly was and how warm and soft and heavy it felt. It made him...excited...just to feel its immense bulk resting on his legs. He grabbed the candle in one hand and using the full weight of his belly, rocked himself to his feet. He gasped and panted and shuffled slowly around his room. His usually steady weight-gain never did this to him, but he hadn't quite gotten used to the extra poundage that he'd received from his kidnapping incident. Javelin worked with him in the swimming pool to strengthen his legs, the only deliberate exercise that Darius would ever dare admit to taking, but it was still taking a while. And Javelin knew better than to suggest to Darius the horrendous idea of losing a few pounds!

It was getting easier, though. Moving such a heavy load around as his own body always generated the strength in Darius's legs that was needed to keep him mobile. He often wondered how his father, who weighed well over two tons, managed to do it! Of course, King Chandler was a giant of a man who could cope with his weight easily. He assured his son that in time, when he grew to such a majestic size as he most certainly would, it would be just as easy for him.

Darius waddled around a bit to get his legs moving and then shuffled over to the guestroom. He opened the doors and waddled inside. He waddled up to the windows at the far end, and pulled back one of the curtains to peek out into the evening sky. He held up the candle to the glass and jumped when he saw a reflection in it!

He wobbled around to see the bed in the corner! The curtains around it were all drawn! Those curtains were never drawn! Not without someone sleeping there! And nobody was allowed to sleep in that bed unless HE said so! He waddled up to it and pulled back the curtains, thrust the candle in and...

"Huuurrghhh...Mother it's too cold...sleep..."

Darius staggered back! He tripped over, crashed into the table in the middle of the room and knocked it over! Elizabeth woke with a jerk! She screamed and covered her mouth in shock!

"Prince Darius!" she gasped, "Oh my goodness are you alright!?"

"Wh-what're you doing in my guestroom!?" Darius gasped!

Elizabeth rushed over and grabbed the prince by the shoulders!

"Are you alright!?" she gasped, "Oh look you're all bruised!" she said. "Oh dear! Let me help you up!"

Darius panted and got to his feet. Elizabeth picked up the candle and lit the candelabrum on her bedside table, filling the room with the light of five candles. Darius waddled over to the bed, panting and sweating!

"I'm sorry!" said Darius, "It was...was just a bit of a shock!" he said. "I...I didn't expect you here!"
"You don't want..."
"Oh of...I mean...well...I..." Darius fumbled. "...I...No! I, I mean...well...I didn't know!" he said. "I mean, I thought you would be sleeping with your parents. You always do when you're visiting the court".

"Yes I know!" said Elizabeth, "But you see, mother and father can't share their room with me because there's a shortage of beds on account of there being so many guests, so your uncle said that the king said that I was to share your bedchamber!"

Darius's mouth dropped open!

Elizabeth gasped!

"Oh no!" she said, "Oh no! Not like that! I mean...to..to use your private guestroom!" she said.

Darius let out a weak smile.

"Oh..." he said. "Oh...Y-yes, th-that's alright!" he said.

The prince sat down on the bed and winced.

"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked.

"I feel a bit bruised from the fall", Darius said.

"Oh my lord. You can't possibly be!"

"Oh yes I am. Those floors are hard! And that rug didn't really help any!"

"No I meant that a prince of such expansive poundage would surely have ample, ample, AMPLE cushioning against bruises!"

Darius turned RED.

"Eehehehehe...yes, well..." he said, grinning, "Um, f-fam-family tr-tradition a-and all...g-gotta ke-keep the w-weight up and...and such..."

"Oh of course!" said Elizabeth. She shifted a bit closer. "Would his Royal Highness mind very much, if I rubbed his body?"

"Uh, well..."

"Perhaps a massage might help after the fall?"

"Um..."

"I brought along some scented oils. I was going to use them in the bathroom, but they work very well as massage-oils..."

"M-massage.."

"If his Royal Highness would lie down on his side and make himself quite comfortable..."

Darius laid down on his side and Elizabeth headed to the bathroom. She returned a few seconds later with a washcloth and a bottle of oil and a jug of water. She poured the oil carefully into her hands, rubbed it together and started massaging Darius's lovehandles and side-rolls of blubber, working away on his belly and then his chest, then his massive boy-boobs and then gently kneading and pounding away at his back, which made his back wobble and ripple from the movements. Darius giggled!

"That tickles!" he said. Elizabeth laughed and pinched one of Darius's massive fat rolls playfully! He laughed out loud and kicked wildly, his thighs wobbling!

Darius shivered as Elizabeth rubbed him and squeezed him and massaged him. She was touching him in a way that Darius only allowed his closest and most personal servants attend to him. In a way which none of the under-servants would ever be allowed to! Being rubbed and patted, squeezed and squished all over by a sweet, pretty, lovely girl of his own age who was as funny and as good-natured and loving as Elizabeth made Darius hot and bothered and he could feel his...breeding shaft...lengthen and thicken as she kept rubbing and squeezing him harder and harder! He groaned and moaned loudly. It felt sooo good!

"Are you alright, my prince?" Elizabeth asked in that teasing, super-obviously-NOT sort of way that made Darius tingle and shiver. She was playing with him now.

"Huuuughh..." Darius moaned.

This was all feeling so wonderful...so amazingly...wonderful...

Darius groaned and shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Elizabeth stared at him.

"Are you well, my lord?" she asked.

"I...I don't fe-feel so good..." Darius groaned, "I need you to..."