Intro teaser, Obese strawberry getting dressed

Finished with looking at your corpulent body you decide it time to get dressed for the day, of course you don’t dress yourself, considering your size and that your royalty. You waddle back from the mirror, taking one last look at yourself. “Gabriela!” you shout towards the door, hoping that your voluptuous helper is near enough the door to hear you, you’d hate to have to waddle around looking for her.

After a moment the door opens and in steps Gabriela, her wide hips swaying as she walks towards you. Her dress is tight against her full, womanly frame. Her bosom is full, her thighs thick from what you can tell, her hips child bearing and a tubby little gut to match.

Her gaze meets yours and in an instant sees what you're looking at. A smile graced her lips, a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, but also a flash of something else you can’t quite identify. She stops half way between you and the door, puts her hand on her hip and looks you up and down. You feel her hard, brown eyes on you, taking in every nook and cranny. Her eyes seem to shine with approval as she spots things, those things you're unsure of, but you love the attention from her, it's something you rarely get.

“I see the royal pig has been indulging in some late night feasting while mother and father are away. What would the retired Marshall think if he saw you now? Let's get you cleaned up before putting a dress on you; dresses are made for people, not pigs, after all. Though with those udders you are more akin to a cow than a pig.” She pauses and looks at you, your cheeks have flustered and you're standing there looking at her like a peasant before the gallows. She smiles another one of those little smiles and her eyes light up with satisfaction before they harden with mild annoyance. “Come on, you know the drill. Bra, panties, off now. I’ll go get a bucket and rag to clean you.”

With that she turns and leaves the room, you hear a guard outside say something to her, followed by her reply, which is replied with in turn by laughter. Deciding to do as she asks you to go about trying to remove your bra. The only issue is that you physically can’t reach the straps, something Gabriela is well aware of. Nevertheless you are struggling your best, desperately trying to get your fat fingers to reach. You’re so focused on your task that you don’t even hear Gabriela enter the room.

“Jesus, are you really so fat you can’t even take off your bra? Get over here and let me help you.” You feel your face turn a shade of dark red. Reluctantly you waddle over to her as she sets down the bucket of steaming water. “What a good cow! You might be utterly useless, but you follow directions so well!” She seems to say this extra loud, as if to purposely make sure the guards outside the door can hear every word. You hear a few snickers from the other side of the door, but your focus is quickly interrupted when Gabriela grabs you and spins you around. 

“Oh lord! How does someone get this many damned back rolls? I can barely see the strap buried in there!” You feel her hands on your back, poking and poking the rolls around your bra strap as if she’s looking for it. “How are you possibly so sweaty? It’s a little chilly in here, not to mention you haven’t done anything other than get out of bed!” She spends a few more moments touching your rolls before finally undoing your bra strap.

Your breasts in an instant are taken by gravity and flop down to your stomach. They slam into your gut with a meaty slap, sending a wave of pleasure through you as well as a wave of embarrassment. Your bra sinks to the floor, coming to a rest at your feed; stained and wet. You feel the cool air on your nipples and they grow hard, this is aided by your increasing arousal at the humiliating spectacle you find yourself in. 

“My god, if I didn’t know any better I’d say those things have enough milk in them to feed a whole ward! Too bad they’re just filled with useless lard! Now, let's get these panties off you, I’d prefer to spend as little time touching your revolting form as possible!” Her hands make their way down to your hips, stopping briefly at your love handles to take a little squeeze. “Oh, great, your waistband is buried under more lard!” She runs her hands on your hips and back up to your love handles. She lifts it up before setting it back down, causing your belly to jiggle. She repeats this once more, this time grabbing the waistband that rests at the bottom of the canyon your hips and love handles form. You feel her slip her fingers into the waistband, keeping on hand near where she started while the other slides around to your other hip, pulling the waistband out of your sea of lard as it went.

“Never has undressing someone been such a difficult task, wrought with challenges all caused by an inability to stop stuffing oneself!” She proclaims as she lowers your panties. You feel the cool air touch gently on your nethers as the panties are removed before your lard quickly fills the space. One the panties are down to about your shines you hear Gabriela let out a chuckle. 

“My, my, has the royal piggy been having some fun recently? These poor panties are drenched in sweet fiery pleasure! Though I’m sure you were the only one giving and receiving that pleasure!” Your cheeks burn brightly at the statement, and even more brightly from the laughing coming from outside the door. More than anything you feel shame at the fact that she is partially right, and shame from the fact that the wetness is just caused by your natural state of being, spurred on by this morning's encounter.  

She lets the panties drop the rest of the way to the floor, she then moves, bringing the bucket and rag closer to you before moving around to your front. She looks you up and down before shaking her head. “For someone so fat you’d think you’d be pretty good at keeping the food in your mouth!” She then crouches down, wetting the rag and wringing it out before standing back up.

She brings the warm, wet rag to your face and starts to clean it off, leaving no traces of grease or crumbs. Next she does the same to your neck and armpits before moving onto your chest. She starts out high, wiping down the area near your neck before moving down. She makes her way to your cleavage, her hands grabbing and moving the breasts fat out of the way as she cleans. Satisfied with her work she moves onto your breasts properly. She grabs one of your massive breasts and starts to clean it. You feel the rag and her fingers graze your hard nipple as she cleans around it. FInally she starts to clean the nipple itself, she makes small gentle strokes on it. You bite your lip as the pleasure builds until she finally lets your breast go and repeats the process on the other one. 

As she cleans the nipple again you can’t help but let out a stifled moan, not even looking up from her work Gabriela again begins to speak. “Aw, did the touch deprived cow like that? Does she like it when her nipples are cleaned of all the filth she’s accumulated?” Overwhelmed you simply nod, wishing for more pleasure, as wrong as it seems. “Good.” Her reply was simple and impactful. 

She finished up with your breasts and moved onto your stomach. She made sure to be extra rough with it, causing it to jiggle and bounce with every motion as she cleaned it. She next started on your love handles, making sure to clean the fold between them and your hips. After that she moves onto your lackluster hips, just giving them a quick wipe down. 

She puts the rag in the water and sits back on her haunches and looks at your lower belly before looking up at you. “Pick up your gut and spread your legs so I can clean your dirty, piggy cunt.” You obeyed, this wasn't the first time this had happened, but it had been a while. You knew to expect her to wash down there, taking great care to tease you before moving on. 

She picked up the rag and wrung it out before leaning forwards and begging to wash your hairy fupa. The warm rag felt good, and the feeling of her fingers scrubbing against your sensitive roll was even better. She then moved on to your cum covered thighs, washing away your arousal and shame. Finally she started to wash your pussy lips, however rather than just cleaning them she also ventured a little deeper. You felt the soft fibers of the rag move into your slit, brushing against your clit, sending waves of pleasure though you. The cleaning lasted all of a few seconds, but that was all you needed. 

Your knees quivered as you came, a moan of surprise and delight escaped your lips. A moment of mortified silence fell over the room before Gabriela let out a chuckle. “Wow, I knew you were pathetic, but that was something else.” She tossed the rag into the bucket before standing up. “Now, let's get you dressed.” She said before walking over to the nearby dresser to retrieve a clean pair of panties and a bra. 

“A-aren’t you going to clean that up?” You tentatively asked, referring to the wetness now soaking into your inner thigh.

“No, of course not.” She said as she grabbed a bra, pair of panties and a dress before walking over and setting them on the bed. “I want you to spend the rest of the day feeling your wet mess, thinking about how pathetic you are.”

You stand there in shock, and arousal, at her words. She grabs the bra and makes her way over to you. She stands behind you and wraps the bra around you before making sure your breasts are neatly cupped in the clean bra. She then starts to do the bra up. You hear her grunt slightly as she struggles to bring the two halves close enough together, but after a small struggle she manages and once more your breasts are contained. 

Certain that the bra will hold, at least for now, she walks over and grabs a pair of panties. “Take a step back.” Contently you do as she commands. She throws the old panties aside and places the new ones on the floor. “Step forward.” Again you contently obeyed her orders, stepping into the leg holes of the panties. “Good girl.” She grabs the waistband of the panties and begins to lift them up. As she reaches your hips she has to work a little bit harder to get them to fit, but they easily slide into the slit between your hips and love handles.       

“Now to get that dress on you.” She walks over and grabs the dress, it looks more like a bed sheet than a stylish dress. She starts to wind it up in her hands, making sure the head hole is facing towards herself. “Arms up.” You struggle to get your arms up which elicits a raised  eyebrow from Gabriela. She raises the dress over you, making sure to line up your head and arm holes before bringing it down over you. It's a snug fit but it goes over your arms and head. She then starts the process of pulling it down over your breasts and belly before letting gravity to the rest of the work.

“Well, looks like you still fit in the dress. What a shame.” She says as she makes her way to the door before opening it. She starts to walk out before stopping half way in the door frame, she turns to look back at you. “Until next time, my fat sow.” Before she closes the door and walks away; job completed.