The radiant golden sun of Agrabah peered through the round & grand open white balcony of Princess Jasmine's bedroom, casting long, warm shadows across the expansive royal bedchamber. Speaking of the Arab beauty, she was the first to stir awake, yawning as she sat up. Her lush, untied jet-black hair splayed across the silk pillows; with a soft sigh, she rubbed her eyes before getting out of bed. On the opposite side, her lover, the "street-rat" hero who won the princess himself, Aladdin, groaned, pulling his side of the huge blanket over his head to shield himself from the morning light.

In her usual turquoise bedlah top & salwar pants, Jasmine's bare feet softly padded against the floor and out of the lavish circular dark-blue canopy that surrounded their bed. Her slender, hourglass frame made its way to her dressing closet, already preparing herself for the day. The morning breeze, still cool from the night, brushed against her exposed midriff as the bed creaked again. "Morning already?" The prince mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He squinted at the bright light filtering through the canopy, then at the corner of his view to see Jasmine adjusting her hair ties and sapphire-center headband. "Why do you always get up so early, Jasmine? It's barely sunrise."

Jasmine turned for a second in her husband's direction as she finished the fitting of her headband & hair ties. "A princess has duties, Al. Responsibilities." Her tone was a bit exasperated & curt, as she had told him similar things on occasion in the past. She was marginally annoyed that Aladdin, despite being a prince now, still had some aspects of royal practice he could not understand. Across the room, Aladdin pushed his slender yet athletic body up with one elbow, rubbing his eyes.

"Duties? What sort of duties could possibly be so important at—" Aladdin then went speechless as his eyes, still hazy, drifted over her, lingering for a moment on the curve of her waist, the exposed skin of her stomach as she put on her earrings and necklace, and the cocking of those hips as she checked herself out in her dressing table's mirror. A slow, adoring grin began to spread on the young man's face. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Since we've... you know." He wriggled his eyebrows playfully.

Jasmine rolled her eyes, knowing what he meant. Another hint of annoyance crossed her face as she didn't bother to turn to look at him. "Not now, Al... I'm really not in the mood."

Aladdin let out an amused chuckle; whether out of early-morning grogginess or sheer hubris, he didn't take the hint, "Come on, Princess..." He affectionately cooed low from the bed, trying to use his age-old charm on her, "A little attention from your husband would cure all that crank—"

"Excuse me?" Jasmine interrupted, whirling around to glare at him, clearly not appreciating what he was suggesting. Aladdin finally took the hint and shut up for good, letting out the nervous laugh of a man who knew he fucked up. The very last thing he wanted was to endure his wife's fiery wrath. Jasmine, still in disbelief, let out a slight scoff as she resumed her preparations, putting on her expensive & curled golden dress shoes. Suddenly, some small scuffling was heard on the balcony as a familiar face appeared on the circular pillar railing.

It was Aladdin's pet/companion, Abu, a cute copper-tufted monkey with a simple velvet red vest & fez, which was accented at the bottom with purple spikes. He was clutching an ornate silver locket close to his chest, looking around waringly as if something might take it from him. Jasmine let out a soft chuckle at the amusing sight, distracting her from the mild anger she felt with her husband. She stepped onto the open balcony platform and knelt in front of Abu. "What have you got there?"

Her innocuous question, filled with her signature kindness, made Abu loosen up just enough for Jasmine to gently take the artifact out of his little hands. The monkey chattered happily as she took it, no longer protective now that it was in a friend's hands. Jasmine let out a faint triumphant smile, inspecting the locket as she walked back inside; it felt cool in her palm. The design was detailed with various unique engraved angular patterns and swirls. She couldn't tell if it was a trick of the eyes, but they almost looked to be faintly pink. "What is it?" Aladdin then called out, still in bed, trying to peer over Jasmine's shoulder as she stepped near the dressing table again.

"...I don't know." She replied, continuing to twirl the locket in her hand, musing, "It looks rather old... and expensive." Before Aladdin could question further, the artifact started vibrating violently in the princess's hand. The gravings were very noticeably glowing pink now and they were becoming hot to the touch, growing brighter and hotter and brighter and hotter until—

POP!

The locket exploded in a flurry of pink smoke that instantly engulfed the entire space, catching in the throats of the royal couple. Both of them felt an intense and hot sensation in their bodies. Their waists clinched inwards, hips flaring dramatically and still growing! A sudden BLOOMPH! was heard repeatedly as both their breasts & asses alike were gradually expanded with soft, fatted mass. "A-AH!~" Jasmine made a sound between a moan and a yelp as her top and bottom clothing got increasingly strained. A similar thing was happening to Aladdin's pants. The seams groaned until the growth was too much, causing soft openings to emerge before with a loud—

RRRRIP!!!

The royal couples' clothing was in tatters as their curves became more exaggerated and massive. A soft squelch & Aladdin's genitalia now much more closely resembled his wife. The two sweated and coughed for a couple more seconds until the smoke finally cleared, giving them a clear picture of what they had just experienced.

A highly feminine shriek blared, but not from Jasmine. Half-sitting in the bed where Aladdin had lain was now a heavily voluptuous woman with plumped limbs, bare, humongous, gravity-defying breasts that reached her navel, and an ass that would even give a horse a run for its money (although it was not as muscled). But the woman did resemble Aladdin, with his strong angular features like the nose, although softer and more regally beautiful as opposed to handsome. Along with this, she had his thick, dark-black hair set in a deep side part, but much more voluminous and long, ending in the midst of her back. All the resemblances pointed only to one conclusion: she was Aladdin!

"Abu, what did you do?!" Aladdin exclaimed, equal parts emasculated & confused; she instantly pulled the bed's lavender sheets to hide her exposed & dark fat-nippled cleavage. The monkey let a small whimper in response, looking sorrowful as his ears flattened against his head before scampering out of the room.

From the dressing table, Jasmine whirled around to snap at her husband, her form equally as exaggerated as theirs. "I-It's not his fault, Al! How was he supposed to know?" The defense was just, her breasts softly jiggling with sudden movement, her massive thighs and large calves making her feet look small in comparison as she faced Aladdin. It was a miracle how she could still stand with some semblance of her original practiced posture. Unlike Aladdin, her face suffered no changes; her once modest body was just now maxed out in all the right places.

Back in the bed, the newly feminized prince blushed at the sight of her wife. Lowering her eyes, she realized she had been unfair to Abu as a result of her emotions. Jasmine sighed; she didn't blame her for how she acted. What had just happened was impossible and shocking, to say the least. Yet, she couldn't deny a slight fascination as she took a look at her body in the dressing table mirror. Poking one of her breasts, it felt both full to the brim and as soft as a pillow. The exposed outer lips of her vagina down below felt more prominent than before, with a burgeoning hunger that she did not recognize. Internally, she wondered if Aladdin was feeling the same.

"I'm sorry! But—" Aladdin spoke again, less hysterically as her cheeks still flushed in embarrassment, "What are we going to do?!"

At the unfamiliar sound of her husband's voice again, Jasmine's head cleared, taking a hand off her chest. She didn't know how most would react to this, especially her father. And their mutual friend Genie wasn't here to help them out of this predicament either, at least for the time being. Almost trivially, her mind slingshotted onto something small they could solve first, because at least that would be easy. The fact that the two of them had wardrobes that were functionally useless now, "...I don't know—get some new clothes?"

It was another day in Abrabah; the grand & gleaming palace of the sultan stood tall above all else. Inside the princess's chambers, a palpable heat was in the air. Most likely because both she and her consort were naked on a hotter-than-average day. The rest of Agrabah didn't know this, but both Princess Jasmine & Prince Aladdin had gone through quite a significant change a few days prior. Because of a strange magical artifact smuggled in by Aladdin's pet monkey Abu, it had transformed the two into outrageously voluptuous women! Only her father and a few select royal servants of the palace knowing this as of now.

Three female royal tailors presented a variety of expensive garments to them. Which had to be made considering their new forms. They were as respectful as they could be, not lingering their eyes on them for a moment longer than was needed. Despite their presence being necessary, however, Aladdin's embarrassment over their new body was amplified. The prince barely managed to cover her enlarged nipples with her arm and crotch with her hand, respectively. Conversely, Jasmine felt no need for modesty; her body, although changed, was nothing these women hadn't seen before, and she trusted them enough to not judge. She slipped into her familiar turquoise bedlah top and salwar pants, now expertly fitted to accommodate her enormous, gravity-defying breasts; wide hips; and gigantic, round ass. As the fabric stretched taut over her new contours, a slightly nervous but mostly triumphant laugh escaped her lips. She felt relieved and like herself again, just... bigger.

Aladdin, near the bed, was struggling with what to choose to wear as the tailors presented. Everything was such a stark departure from her usual masculine wear, more so resembling Jasmine's wardrobe. The worst (or best) of which was then revealed: a vibrant pink strapless bandeau top, so minuscule it seemed destined to barely contain her swelling chest, followed by a translucent pink loincloth that promised to inadequately veil her new, prominent crotch and ass while also revealing her hips and thighs to the world. There were also matching pink fabric arm sleeves, cinched with golden bands at the wrists and biceps, and thigh-highs, similarly adorned with gold at the ankles and mid-thighs. The final piece, a pink thong, appeared alarmingly tight, designed to cling to her hips and disappear between the cleft of her ass cheeks, alongside a short, translucent pink face veil likening to a belly dancer.

"I am not wearing that!" Aladdin declared to the women, her voice laced with embarrassed disbelief & a fleeting curiosity, a furious blush creeping up her neck as they set it down on the bed.

Jasmine, having recently finished checking herself out in the mirror, approached her former-husband. "I... I may have suggested a few ideas to them," she admitted, letting out a nervous guilty chuckle at her reaction.

"Of course you did... You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Aladdin said, her tone settling down as she let out a sigh. She had a feeling Jasmine was taking this more like an adventure; she sort of wished she could too. But being a man for 21 years until now, he really couldn't take it as lightheartedly without sacrificing his masculine dignity.

The princess giggled, coming up behind the "prince" to lay her head against the cleft of her butt cheeks, eliciting a shocked yelp from her. "Maybe." She replied, winking up at Aladdin as she looked back, flustered beyond comprehension. But undeniably aroused as well. Jasmine, getting the reaction she wanted, stood up again, now coming beside her.

"Don't... do that." Aladdin muttered, putting her hands on her hips almost defensively as she glared at Jasmine. She could still feel the warm phantom sensation of her face between her ass cheeks, which only heightened her lingering embarrassing emotions.

"Sorry, it just looked so soft." Jasmine confidently said, a familiar playful streak coming out. She looked at the skimpy, vibrant pink outfit from earlier. "You should try it on; it'll look good on you." She suggested, holding up the face veil.

Aladdin let out a choked scoff. "What? No! I don't want to look like some—" She struggled to find a respectable term for the outfit. Jasmine crossed her arms, daring her to finish. Aladdin gave up, letting out another scoff of frustration. "Fine! O-Only to see how it looks!"

Letting out a soft chuckle at her response, Jasmine desperately wanted to tease her husband further. But she didn't want to potentially dissuade her. She watched amused as Aladdin snatched the face veil & began to put on the exotic pieces. The former fit easily enough, and then there were the same large golden earrings that Jasmine wore. The princess could see it was uncomfortable for Aladdin at first, but she managed. But the real struggle for the former man started at that strapless top. Jasmine smiled understandingly, moving behind her once more to help out. Aladdin didn't protest this time, letting her take the reins. The bandeau top, arm sleeves, thigh-highs, loincloth, and a final SNAP! of the thong connecting in place (buried deeply into her ass, like Aladdin had feared), and it was done.

Jasmine steered the newly dressed "princess" toward the large mirror the tailors had propped up. The outfit left very little to the imagination, revealing her hips and, by extension, her ass fully along with a large amount of chest cleavage. The loincloth was so clear & sheer it couldn't even hide her thong and what little remained visible of her belly by the breasts. "So..." Jasmine spoke, leaning on Aladdin's shoulder, her own ample figure reflected beside hers. "What do you think?"

The golden sun of Agrabah shone down on its bustling bazaar. Everything from spices to silk to fruit was in here. An area where men & women who could afford it would buy and where the royal couple would indiscreetly visit. Aladdin & Jasmine, or rather, Aladda & Jasmine now. It had been a week since the two became impossibly voluptuous women. A "magical mishap" as the sultan had explained in an announcement to the public. The kingdom now had two princesses, which made the already atypical royal marriage even more unprecedented in Agrabahn history.

Presently, the esteemed women moved through the sandy street of boisterous merchants, both of them disguised in custom-tailored brown abayas & tan hijabs. If it weren't for their outrageous curves, they'd be the perfect female peasants. Aladda recognized this, ducking her hijab over her face whenever someone, unintentionally or not, saw their faces. Jasmine would do this too, albeit less obviously. "Someone's going to recognize us..." Aladda nervously whispered.

Jasmine smiled, playfully nudging her wife's hip to loosen up their nerves. "Al, I'm sure there are plenty of—" Her words were cut short by an "OOF!" as she and Aladda bumped into another person, almost tripping because of the impact.

It had been just shy of two weeks since Prince Aladdin & Princess Aladdin had experienced their most perplexing marital change yet: the transformation caused by one simple silver locket. The strange magic had made Aladdin into a woman and the both of them into the most impossible, dramatically voluptuous ones at that. More than a week ago, Aladdin even had to adopt a feminized name to ease the confusion of the public, according to Jasmine.

Speaking of the princess in turquoise, she was ever the optimist for their situation. "Aladda" still couldn't believe this was real. Her tits, if they contained milk, could probably fill the nearest tavern barrel, and nobody would question her ability to do so. Embarrassing, humiliating, emasculating, and arousing, those were the four words that always came to mind, although she'd like to not think too much about that last one! The public consensus of the royal couple had changed; more people were paying attention, for better or worse.

A cacophony of trumpets & drums erupted beyond the sultan's gates, harem dancers moving in tandem with a tale recounted by the singers of a great royal from one of Agrabah's neighboring nations. This was the sort of attention that was inevitable to be given to two outrageously buxom princesses. Different from the obvious ogling of Agrabahn street rats or the envious & awed looks from the common women. This was grand, an arrival of the likes the palace hadn't seen since "Prince Ali" Aladda and Jasmine, along with her father the sultan, stood at the palace entrance. "Oh my!" The genial & portly old man exclaimed, before shouting: "Open the gates!"

CREAAKKKK!!!

The gold-and-cream gates of the palace opened with a roar, not from the gates but from the royal's steed. A massive elephant made its way through the courtyard, stopping at the many steps of stairs that led to the tall double-sided entrance. The following camels and other various parading facets coming to a halt as well.

Jasmine, in her turquoise bedlah & salwar pants, exchanged a quick glance with her wife beside her. They were both impressed by the display, but Jasmine in particular looked ready to sing her praises to this mysterious visitor if given the chance. While Aladda, a bit hesitant at their intentions, absentmindedly rested her hand on her exposed chest as she watched her father-in-law approach. Her translucent pink loincloth and face veil wafting under the late morning breeze. She blushed, not knowing why she had listened to Jasmine's suggestion to wear this and the rest of her skimpy pink outfit so regularly in public.

"Welcome, welcome to Agrabah!" The sultan beckoned heartily as he waddled down the stairs. His voice echoed through the courtyard, the short man greeting the royal-in-question as they descended from their elephant.

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