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Katarina just can’t stop charming her way into everyone’s kitchen.

She’s welcome at ’s kitchen any day.

**********

The hallway outside was dark, lit only by the moon which seemed to peek ever so gently across the windows of the Stuart Estate. Compared to his brother’s display of opulence in his wing of the mansion, Alan preferred the gloomy sanctity of his half.

The corridor was silent, save for the padded footsteps of his boots as he walked along a shag of red carpet outside. A silver tray adorned with all sorts of food, so heavy that it needed to be carried with both hands, led him to nudge the door at the end of the walkway with his shoulder.

The room he entered was a large dome in shape, well lit and coupled with silk tapestries bearing gold embroidering along the walls with etched marble flooring below. This was his sanctuary and all that was contained within it were his treasures.

A piano, ebony in color lay beneath a shaft of moonlight, its contrast giving a heavier presence to the centerpiece. Its keys of black and white were in perfect contrast, their deep jet highlighted by the glow of shining ivory. Its lid was shut, sealing the strings of cast iron plate within their immaculate tomb.

More importantly however, they also bore the weight of a rather large and indulgent looking Katarina Claus on top of them; the very best seat in the house.

Alan Stuart was in awe of what lay before him, his two loves side by side. He recalled the first time he had ever laid eyes on them, both as a boy and as a young man, shocked by instruments so large. While more and more of the house became overtaken by accolades to his brother’s greatness, it was within this room that he was king.

He had conquered one of his loves, but still had yet to make the other his queen.

Katarina smiled as she gracefully sampled the platter of sweets which he had bought for her. Alan pulled out the large bench hiding beneath the keys and took his seat. Thoughts of how wide Katarina had grown while listening to him play like this swam through his mind as he contemplated the thoughts of playing a duet beside her. These thoughts were quickly overtaken by the mere concept of just how much her new girth would have taken up on that bench alone were she to grace it with her tremendous hips.

Alan smiled as he held out his index finger above a single white key and depressed it. The piano sounded from beneath Katarina’s heft with a note much higher in volume and pitch than either of them had anticipated. Katarina recoiled with a speed unexpected of her size, causing her to knock over a small pyramid of chocolates. Alan only smiled as he watched her slide all over the top of his piano as she desperately attempted to gather them back up onto the plate, occasionally popping a few into her mouth in between. There was no point in delaying their journey to their final destination.

Watching Katarina eat was a marvel. He took in the flowery scent of her hair and the heft of her curves as she continued to recline in luxurious decadence. It was such a sharp contrast to her usually tomboyish personality, but still Alan found himself drawn to this more refined side of her. His eyes trailed over the sheet music only to sneak an occasional glance at the papers firmly wedged underneath the fat roll which had formed at her side. It was scattered with just as many rising and falling intonations as to mimic the weightiness of her ample chest as she took each breath.

She had her eyes closed and Alan imagined that he was caressing her with his music. The gradual crescendos and deep tenutos, the soaring melodies which hugged her plump figure and settled upon her structurally deep bass. The piano kept going and he kept playing through the song which scintillated across her opulent form as her belly gradually swelled by the minute until all at once, they stopped.

The final notes bounced against the walls as Katarina’s plump fingers scrambled against the empty dish, her dinner and show now finally at a close. Alan’s fingers too stopped with an elongated reverberation as he brought his tune to a close. The prince then rose, without much of an inclination of what to do next as Katarina’s enormous body sat up to meet his gaze. She clasped her gloved hands against her largest, lower most belly fold out of instinct as she politely clapped to the conclusion of his performance.

“That song is a new one I have not yet performed,” Alan said quietly. “It’s called…’Weighing on my Mind’”

“Oh? Does that mean you wrote it with someone you love in mind?” Katarina smiled, eager for any hints of gossip which he might have implied.

The prince coughed as he blushed and turned his gaze away from her pure smile. There was no way he could tell her, especially when he was betrothed to another.

“Well, um...uh...It’s not that I really love her or anything...specifically...It’s just that she takes up a lot of my peripheral vision....”

Katarina’s eyes nearly burned holes through his shirt to pierce his heart. He turned in a huff.

“Anyway, I must leave. Thank you for staying with me for the performance.”

The sound of Alan’s footsteps could be heard for a few moments until they disappeared entirely with him. Katarina, still perched atop the piano, gave a pensive look to the keys as she reclined herself into a more comfortable position. Her curves allowed themselves to flow where they needed as she playfully pressed a couple of keys.

“Mary isn’t that fat...neither is Maria...I guess his standards are quite a bit higher since he’s a prince so I don’t really blame him. It’s hard to love someone when people always judge you for the company you keep.”

Description
Katarina just can’t stop charming her way into everyone’s kitchen.

She’s welcome at ’s kitchen any day.

**********

The hallway outside was dark, lit only by the moon which seemed to peek ever so gently across the windows of the Stuart Estate. Compared to his brother’s display of opulence in his wing of the mansion, Alan preferred the gloomy sanctity of his half.

The corridor was silent, save for the padded footsteps of his boots as he walked along a shag of red carpet outside. A silver tray adorned with all sorts of food, so heavy that it needed to be carried with both hands, led him to nudge the door at the end of the walkway with his shoulder.

The room he entered was a large dome in shape, well lit and coupled with silk tapestries bearing gold embroidering along the walls with etched marble flooring below. This was his sanctuary and all that was contained within it were his treasures.

A piano, ebony in color lay beneath a shaft of moonlight, its contrast giving a heavier presence to the centerpiece. Its keys of black and white were in perfect contrast, their deep jet highlighted by the glow of shining ivory. Its lid was shut, sealing the strings of cast iron plate within their immaculate tomb.

More importantly however, they also bore the weight of a rather large and indulgent looking Katarina Claus on top of them; the very best seat in the house.

Alan Stuart was in awe of what lay before him, his two loves side by side. He recalled the first time he had ever laid eyes on them, both as a boy and as a young man, shocked by instruments so large. While more and more of the house became overtaken by accolades to his brother’s greatness, it was within this room that he was king.

He had conquered one of his loves, but still had yet to make the other his queen.

Katarina smiled as she gracefully sampled the platter of sweets which he had bought for her. Alan pulled out the large bench hiding beneath the keys and took his seat. Thoughts of how wide Katarina had grown while listening to him play like this swam through his mind as he contemplated the thoughts of playing a duet beside her. These thoughts were quickly overtaken by the mere concept of just how much her new girth would have taken up on that bench alone were she to grace it with her tremendous hips.

Alan smiled as he held out his index finger above a single white key and depressed it. The piano sounded from beneath Katarina’s heft with a note much higher in volume and pitch than either of them had anticipated. Katarina recoiled with a speed unexpected of her size, causing her to knock over a small pyramid of chocolates. Alan only smiled as he watched her slide all over the top of his piano as she desperately attempted to gather them back up onto the plate, occasionally popping a few into her mouth in between. There was no point in delaying their journey to their final destination.

Watching Katarina eat was a marvel. He took in the flowery scent of her hair and the heft of her curves as she continued to recline in luxurious decadence. It was such a sharp contrast to her usually tomboyish personality, but still Alan found himself drawn to this more refined side of her. His eyes trailed over the sheet music only to sneak an occasional glance at the papers firmly wedged underneath the fat roll which had formed at her side. It was scattered with just as many rising and falling intonations as to mimic the weightiness of her ample chest as she took each breath.

She had her eyes closed and Alan imagined that he was caressing her with his music. The gradual crescendos and deep tenutos, the soaring melodies which hugged her plump figure and settled upon her structurally deep bass. The piano kept going and he kept playing through the song which scintillated across her opulent form as her belly gradually swelled by the minute until all at once, they stopped.

The final notes bounced against the walls as Katarina’s plump fingers scrambled against the empty dish, her dinner and show now finally at a close. Alan’s fingers too stopped with an elongated reverberation as he brought his tune to a close. The prince then rose, without much of an inclination of what to do next as Katarina’s enormous body sat up to meet his gaze. She clasped her gloved hands against her largest, lower most belly fold out of instinct as she politely clapped to the conclusion of his performance.

“That song is a new one I have not yet performed,” Alan said quietly. “It’s called…’Weighing on my Mind’”

“Oh? Does that mean you wrote it with someone you love in mind?” Katarina smiled, eager for any hints of gossip which he might have implied.

The prince coughed as he blushed and turned his gaze away from her pure smile. There was no way he could tell her, especially when he was betrothed to another.

“Well, um...uh...It’s not that I really love her or anything...specifically...It’s just that she takes up a lot of my peripheral vision....”

Katarina’s eyes nearly burned holes through his shirt to pierce his heart. He turned in a huff.

“Anyway, I must leave. Thank you for staying with me for the performance.”

The sound of Alan’s footsteps could be heard for a few moments until they disappeared entirely with him. Katarina, still perched atop the piano, gave a pensive look to the keys as she reclined herself into a more comfortable position. Her curves allowed themselves to flow where they needed as she playfully pressed a couple of keys.

“Mary isn’t that fat...neither is Maria...I guess his standards are quite a bit higher since he’s a prince so I don’t really blame him. It’s hard to love someone when people always judge you for the company you keep.”