Gainer Fic | The Prince Examines You

Hi everyone, EG here (obviously, who else would it be?). Awhile back I asked if people would be interested in me doing written versions of my audios, and today I present to you a story version of the Prince audio I just released. I'm making this available to all of my tiers since it's the first one, but if I choose to do more in the future, it'll probably be for the $10 tier and above, since these take more effort to produce than the audios.

Disclaimer, I didn't edit this at all, so it may be a bit rough, but I was *really* eager to post it and hear your feedback, so here we are. If I choose to make more, they would be a lot more polished to reflect the availability on higher tiers. I hope you enjoy :)

You never knew a door could be so imposing. There was little about it that differed from any door you'd seen before—save for the golden handles that were probably worth more than your life. It felt wrong to touch them, as though your hands would somehow taint them or cause them to shatter. In fact, it felt wrong to be here at all—a few days ago you were just a commoner, and now you were standing at the door to the Prince's chambers.

You'd been hired a few days prior to be one of his personal attendants, responsible for the upkeep of his private chambers as well as attending to whatever personal needs the Prince had. There was a parcel that needed to be delivered to the Prince, and you'd been selected as courier. This was the first time you'd actually been in his chambers alone, though, and the Prince himself had always been out on business, so this was the first time you'd actually see him in person. It was terrifying, to say the least, and absolutely bone-rattlingly nerve-wracking to say the most.

But it needed to be done. So you drew in a deep breath to quell your nerves and raised your fist to the dark mahogany door. You held it there for a moment, allowed your lungs a moment to deflate, and then rapped twice.

There was no response at first, though from inside you could hear a low crackle, and through the cracks in the door you could smell the faintest hint of smoke. He was definitely in there—or, at least, someone was. So you took another breath, and asked, "Prince Severin? Are...you in there?"

Another pause, followed by a soft exhale. You could hear your heart beating hard in your chest.

"I am," came a low voice that sent shivers up your spine.

"I...have something for you. A parcel."

There was yet another pause, and yet another exhale, only this one was much longer than the last. "Enter."

It was just one word, and yet it felt like an anvil had fallen on your shoulders. Your hand trembled as you reached for the golden handles, cold and smooth, and as if they were made of priceless glass, you pushed open the door.

It was unlike anything you'd ever seen before. The walls were a deep shade of crimson accented by trim and molding in the darkest shade of black. Candelabra hung from the walls, crafted in the shapes of snakes, with thin flames dancing on the thin black candlesticks. There were a few chaises and chairs upholstered in maroon velvet, but the central focus was the bed, a massive four-poster that could easily hold four people. But at the moment, it held only one.

His face was striking, particularly his eyes, dark as coal but glinting with power. His silky  black hair fell just past his shoulders, a stark contrast to his pallid skin. He lay back against a wall of plush pillows, a long pipe in his mouth and nothing but a short black robe to cover his body. Even then, the robe was open and had fallen to the sides, leaving his round belly and ample thighs in full view.

You quickly averted your gaze. Chamber-keeper or not, you were still just a servant; you had no business seeing the Prince of all people in the nude!

"Why have you disturbed me?" he asked. His voice was accented and had a mellifluous quality to it—you'd never heard anything like it before. "And why do you avert your eyes. Do I disgust you?"

"N-No, of course not!" you exclaimed, your gaze still averted. "It's just...I...wasn't expecting to see you in the nude, my prince."

He scoffed. "What do you mean, 'in the nude?' I'm wearing a robe. Granted, it's fallen to the sides a bit, but scantily-clad or not, I am still your prince. Look at me when I speak to you."

It wasn't a harsh tone, necessarily, but his voice radiated power and compelled you to listen. Slowly, you returned your gaze to him. It may have felt inappropriate, but admittedly you didn't mind looking at him again. He was rather striking.

"Who are you, anyway? I don't believe we've met. What's your position?"

"I'm...a housekeeper. My name is—"

He scoffed and chuckled to himself. "Housekeeper," he said and took another hit of his pipe. "Of course you're a housekeeper; every servant here is a housekeeper. But what part of this grand house do you keep?"

"Your...your chambers, sir."

"My chambers, you say? Then how have I never seen you before?"

"I was just hired a few days ago, and every time I've been here, you've been elsewhere."

He gazed at you over the lip of his pipe, his eyes twinkling with interest. Slowly, he withdrew the pipe from his mouth and exhaled. "I see. I suppose that explains your demeanor. The stammering, the nerves, the look of puppy-like fright on your face, as if I'll strike you if you speak to me wrong—which, granted, I have been known to do, but...I'm not much in a striking mood at the moment. Although I do find myself in quite the...stroking mood, one could say." He set the pipe on the endstand next to his bed and sat upright. "So come, puppy, sit. Let me examine you closer."

Your throat went dry, and a shudder rushed through your entire body. Hearing those words felt so wrong, and yet...by some unexplainable force, you stepped over to him and sat on the bedside, your hands in your lap.

Prince Severin leaned closer, his eyes twinkling even more now and a mischievous look on his plump face. "There, that's a good servant. Now, let me see here..."

He placed his hand upon your cheek, and you jumped. "Don't flinch," he said. "I told you, I'm not going to strike you. I just want to take a closer look at you, that's all."

It took everything in your power not to flinch or wince or whimper. His hand was soft and warm against your cheek, and his touch was gentle, but your stomach squirmed and your heart fluttered in your chest. He examined you as if he were examining a porcelain doll, tilting your head gently from side to side, running his finger across your cheek, boring into your eyes with those dark, twinkling onyxes...

"Where do you come from?" he murmured.

Your skin tingled. "From...from Forton. A small village outside the capital."

"Forton, hmm? So you don't come from poverty, then. Not the squalid kind, anyway. They tend to come out misshapen, but you...you are definitely not bad. Though, of course, there is room for improvement..."

"What...do you mean, my prince?"

"What do I mean?" He sighed, and your skin tingled even more. "So many questions, and yet so many better uses for that pretty little mouth of yours."

Your eyes went wide, and your face flushed red. You were just a servant—why was he talking to you like this? What was in that pipe? Was he intoxicated? He had to be—there was no way he was in his right mind...was he?

The mischievous smirk on his lips widened, and a chuckle bubbled up from his throat. "Ah, just look at that blush. You're so easy to tease. It's comical." He lowered his hand from your cheek and placed it in his lap. "You say you've only been here for a few days, so I'll forgive your ignorance. You see, I am...not like other princes. Rather than ignore them or treat them as lesser, I choose instead to develop a more...intimate connection between myself and my servants—particularly those who keep my chambers."

He drew in closer, his shadow looming over you, his eyes now glowing with something dark and lustful. He wasn't intoxicated—he was enrapturing.

"Tell me, little puppy, have you observed something...abnormal about your fellow chamber-keepers? Something odd, something that sets them apart from the other servants—yourself included?

Your stomach was in knots, and so was your tongue. The heat on your cheeks hadn't cooled at all—if anything, it had only grown hotter. What was it? This...aura that he radiated—what was it?

"Come now, don't be shy. You can tell me. What have you noticed?"

What had you noticed? Everyone you'd met seemed fairly normal. Although...

"Well...um...I suppose that a lot of them are...bigger than me."

Prince Severin nodded, and his eyes narrowed. "Yes, that's right. All of your fellow chamber-keepers are fat—or, at the very least plump, but they'll cross the threshold of fatness soon enough. And do you know why that is, little puppy?"

He placed his forehead against yours and cupped your cheek with one hand. "They are fat, because I am fat. And not only am I fat, but I love being fat, and I love fattening others. Most of them were like you when they first arrived, all small and thin and frail. But just a few short months with me had each and every one of them bursting at the seams. I just think they look so much better that way, all fat and happy. It speaks to a life of pleasure and indulgence—the life that I choose to embrace each and every day, and the life that you shall learn soon enough."

He stroked his thumb across your burning cheek, tilting his head to the side. "Mmm, yes, I can picture it now. You'll have lovely rosy cheeks, like two plump, juicy cherries just begging to be eaten." His other hand rested upon your middle and patted it gently. "You'll have a soft, round belly that fills your lap completely, kept full and warm at all hours of the day, never knowing emptiness or hunger." Both hands trailed up to your chest, one on either side, and gave each a gentle knead. "Your breasts will be plump and fertile, perfect for fondling." In tandem his hands trailed down your sides to squeeze your hips, his grip tight and firm. "And your ass will squeeze every chair within an inch of its life. Yes, you'll be covered in soft, warm fat from head to toe, all because of me."

Your heart was ready to leap right out of your chest and into the Prince's hands. He was enthralling, enrapturing, lust and desire oozing from every pore. You'd heard rumors that he was powerful, that he had a silver tongue and a striking gaze. But this power...this aura of lust...it felt as though every inch of your body had been set afire.

His low chuckles ghosted their way across your skin as his lips trailed to your ear. "Are you embarrassed, little puppy?" he murmured. "Having the prince examine you up and down, feeling your body, purring in your ear about how much fatter he wants you...it feels so wrong, but it tastes so, soooo good...I bet you're just dying to taste me now, aren't you?"

Your fingers curled in the sheets. Every breath, every word, every chuckle—each one sent shockwave after shockwave of pleasure throughout your body. There wasn't a single part of you that didn't thrum with desire, not a single ounce of you that wanted to pull away. This was wrong, you knew it was—but he was right. Looking into your eyes, touching you all over, purring right in your ear...it was exhilarating.

"All right, I think I've teased you long enough," Prince Severin said, pulling away from you. "Leave the parcel here; I'll look at it later. For now, I want you to head straight to the kitchens and work on fulfilling my desires for your body. Just tell the staff I sent you—they'll know what to do. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, my prince."

"Good. I can't wait to see how you develop. Turning an innocent newcomer into a depraved hedonist caught in the throes of gluttony and lust...ah, it warms my heart every time. Now run along, little puppy—you've got a belly to fill."

Your chest ached a bit as you left—but what were you to do? What right did you have to demand anything from him? Whether teasing or not, clearly he'd done what he'd done for a reason; whatever the reason, you had to obey, and obey you would. If it meant you could feel that way again, you'd get as fat as he wanted you—and more.