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Pudding Them In Their Place - Chapter 3

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“Marmalmaide! Marmalmaide!!” an all-too-familiar voice rang out through the halls. The Princess had been calling on her more and more recently, and she simply couldn’t bring herself to turn her down, especially since the Princess had become so reliant on her service. Marmalmaide had been busy sweeping when the Princess called her name, and as soon as she heard it, she dropped her broom and walked briskly through the halls, following the sound of her master’s voice.

When she finally found Puddingcess, she was greeted with a sight that was becoming increasingly common. Due in no small part to Marmalmaide’s inability to say no, the Princess had bulked up quite a lot since she’d first given her that little boost of encouragement, and her thighs in particular had fattened up tremendously from the increasing number of sweets that she consumed on a daily basis. As a result, she found the doors of their chateau incapable of handling the sheer width of her legs, and so today, like a number of days before, she found herself stuck in the door.

    Marmalmaide had been telling herself for months that she needed to stop caving to the Princess’ whims, but the Princess’ praise and the smile on her face every time her demands were met meant that Marmalmaide was always pulled back in. This occasion was no exception - Marmalmaide winced as she saw her master’s predicament, making it all too apparent just how much weight she’d allowed her to put on, but as the Princess met Marmalmaide’s eyes, a look of relief washed over her face and she braced her hands against the doorframe, and Marmalmaide knew she had no choice but to help.

    “Marmalmaide! Oh, thank goodness you’re here! I swear, somebody needs to redesign these doors. What kind of house can’t - ngh - accommodate its own residents?”

    She gave a hefty push against the wall on either side of her, the hardened gingerbread frame digging into her plush thighs and leaving her no less stuck than she was a minute ago, her own girth failing to give way for the doorframe to slide past.

    “I-Indeed, miss,” Marmalmaide replied, letting out a barely audible sigh, scooting around to Puddingcess’ side, and reaching through the doorframe and over the top of her tremendous thigh. Se placed a hand firmly on Puddingcess’ rear and pulled toward herself, scrunching up her face with the effort as her hand sank into soft, pliant flesh. Despite how hard she tugged, it didn’t seem to budge, and it didn’t seem to be helped by Puddingcess’ complete lack of assistance, her arms having fallen lazily to her sides as soon as Marmalmaide reached over to help.

    “I’m sorry, miss, let me just-”

    She gave another tug, feeling Puddingcess’ thigh skid just a bit further through the door, but wasn’t able to get it any further - and all the while, Puddingcess was just standing there, inspecting her nails, as if Marmalmaide’s presence completely eliminated her problem. She was clearly oblivious to Marmalmaide’s predicament, despite her obvious panting from the effort she’d already put in, so she interjected to try and get her attention.

“Excuse me - huff - miss, but - huff - could you-”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you put your hands on my glorious royal rear, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, but-”

“I’m bored. Get me some cupcakes.”

Marmalmaide pulled her hand back through the doorframe. “R… right away, miss!”

* * *

Marmalmaide returned about five minutes later to Puddingcess still standing in the doorframe, waiting as if the doorframe had become a non-issue. As soon as she spotted the cupcakes in Marmalmaide’s hands, she clapped her hands together and bounced, an enthusiastic expression on her face.

“There we go! I’m sure these will give me the energy I need to get out of this predicament. Isn’t that right, Marmalmaide?”

“Absolutely, miss…” she said, holding out the two cupcakes, which Puddingcess quickly snatched up with her chubby fingers and downed in just a few bites each. She licked a bit of frosting off her lip and braced her hands against the doorframe again.

“Are - urp - are you ready?”

“Yes! Just give me a moment,” Marmalmaide replied, ignoring the Princess’ unexcused burp and reaching back around to her rear.

“Ready! One, two, three!”

The two of them pushed and pulled with all their might, and finally, Puddingcess’ leg cleared the doorframe, allowing her to step through. She placed her hands on her hips and regarded her maid with a look of pride.

“Thanks, Marmalmaide! You’re as helpful as always. I don’t know what I’d do without you!”

She laughed, and Marmalmaide laughed back a little nervously.

“Now, all that exertion has worked up my appetite. Dinner’s coming up soon, right?”

“Indeed, Puddingcess. I’ll... get it started right away,” Marmalmaide said, nodding and leaving the Princess to go about her business - and keeping her ears tuned in case her name got called again.

* * *

The spoiled spongecake of a Princess had been demanding more and more freshly baked meals for dinner, and on top of her duties as Puddingcess’ personal tailor and assistant, the effort of making fresh meals every night was quite an ordeal. Still, the praise and that radiant smile made it worth it, and it was those things that Marmalmaide was greeted with as she brought out the night’s dinner to an enthusiastic Princess, who was already sitting at the table, clutching a fork and knife, ready to go.

“I smell something deliciooooous~” the Princess called out as her food was carted out, the smell of fresh desserts wafting through her personal dining room.

“Everything that can be has been prepared fresh, as you asked, my Puddingcess,” Marmalmaide replied, rolling the cart to a stop beside her with an array of plates spread across it. Puddingcess licked her lips in anticipation as Marmalmaide lifted each dish off the cart and placed it in front of her, naming them as she went.

“A plate of waffles… a small plate of cookies and two chocolate bars on the side… and four slices of your favorite, chocolate cake a la mode, with a scoop of ice cream to accompany each.”

“It looks tasty as always, Marmalmaide! Thank you sooooo much! Now please, have a seat so I can have some company while I enjoy this meal.”

At the Princess’ request, Marmalmaide sat down across from her, despite the fact that there were plenty of things that still needed to be done - preparing snacks, sweeping the floors, scrubbing the floors, possibly seeing someone about their door situation… the list went on and on. Her mind as busy as a beehive, she watched as Puddingcess grabbed a spoon and scooped up a sizable chunk of cake along with some ice cream, sticking the spoon in her mouth and humming as the taste graced her tongue. A bit of melted ice cream ran from the bottom of the spoon over her lip and down her chin, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t bother to address it, just reaching down for another scoop.

“Ish great that - ulp - Butlerusk has finally decided to leave us be, isn’t it? His constant nagging was preventing me from fulfilling my duty as Puddingcess.”

“Indeed it is,” Marmalmaide replied, her eyes wandering down to the drips of ice cream running down Puddingcess’ soft double chin. She wasn’t being entirely untruthful either - while her pushover tendencies led to her being overworked, it was nice to not have anyone constantly critiquing her performance.

Puddingcess took another scoop. “I swear, if he’d kept going, I- Oh, sorry! I must have forgotten to-”

She put her spoon down and chuckled, grabbing a napkin and reaching up to wipe the ice cream off her chin, which had gotten dangerously close to dripping all over her new dress.

“Anyways, I really appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me. You’ve really done a good job of picking things up after Butlerusk!”

She stuffed the spoon in her mouth, and more ice cream dripped down her chin, and before she was done swallowing it all, she reached down for a cookie and bit into it, getting crumbs and melted chocolate on her lips along with the ice cream before shoving the rest in her mouth. She casually wiped her face off with the side of her hand, smearing chocolate and ice cream across her cheek and causing a few crumbs to fall onto her dress. Marmalmaide eyed her, and she paused for a moment before letting out a giggle.

“Oh, that’s right! Napkins! Silly me. How could I forget we had napkins?”

She reached down and grabbed a napkin, wiping off her face as the two of them laughed quietly, before reaching down and scooping up another spoonful of cake and ice cream.


part three of Madolche Fun Times

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drflinch's avatar
This is solid writing, if a bit terse. I like the pun names, and the focus on marmalmaide as opposed to the character gaining weight. Interesting and different from other WG writing I've seen.