peach |pigged-up princess|

After being dramatically rescued from Bowser's latest castle by Mario—complete with the usual dramatic bridge collapse, fireballs, and a triumphant "Thank you, Mario! Your quest is finally over!"—Princess Peach returned to her castle feeling... unusually full. Not just emotionally, but literally. Over the past few months of captivity (and perhaps a few too many "comfort" cakes sent by sympathetic Toads), her iconic pink gown had grown noticeably tighter around the middle. The fabric strained heroically over a soft, round belly that now dominated her silhouette, giving her a plush, curvaceous figure that made even her waddle back to the throne room feel regal in a new way. As the celebration wound down and the castle staff began tidying up the confetti and scorched Bowser banners, Peach wandered into the royal library to catch her breath. She absentmindedly picked at a half-eaten chocolate bar she'd swiped from the victory feast, popping another piece into her mouth while gazing at the shelves. That's when she noticed it: a large, ancient-looking book lying open on a reading stand, clearly disturbed during Bowser's last raid. A single page had been violently torn out... but the remnants of the torn edge were still there, and on the facing page, in familiar, slightly messy handwriting she knew all too well, were the words scrawled in red ink: "I love Peach's belly." Signed with a little plumber's hat doodle. Peach froze, chocolate halfway to her lips. Her cheeks flushed pinker than her dress. She reread it. Then a third time. Her free hand drifted down to rest on the generous curve of her stomach, feeling its soft warmth under the stretched satin. "...When did I get so big?" she whispered to herself, echoing the surprised thought bubble that seemed to hover over her head. But now the surprise was mixed with something warmer—something delighted. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face. She hurried (as much as her new proportions allowed) to her private writing desk, pulled out her fanciest peach-scented stationery, and began to write in her elegant, looping script: —————————————————————————— Dearest Mario, Thank you again for saving me today. You're my hero, as always. I found something interesting in the library after you left—a torn page with your handwriting on it. Just three little words... but they made my heart skip faster than any airship chase. I had no idea you felt that way about... well... this. (She drew a tiny arrow pointing downward, as if indicating her own plush figure.) Truth be told, I've been feeling a little self-conscious about how round I've become lately. But knowing it comes from you? It makes me want to embrace every extra inch. Maybe next time you visit the castle, we can share some cake... and you can tell me in person just how much you like it. Yours sweetly (and a little more softly than before), Peach ♡ —————————————————————————— She folded the letter carefully, sealed it with a wax stamp shaped like a peach, and rang the little bell on her desk. A cheerful Toad appeared almost instantly, cap bobbing. "Your Highness?" "Would you be a dear and deliver this to Mario?" Peach asked, handing him the note with a conspiratorial wink. "He's probably back in his village by now, fixing pipes or eating spaghetti. Tell him it's... important." Toad saluted enthusiastically. "Right away, Princess! Special delivery, coming through!" As Toad dashed off toward the Mushroom Village, letter clutched tightly, Peach leaned back in her chair, placed both hands on her ample belly, and smiled down at it. "Well," she murmured fondly, giving it a gentle pat, "looks like someone out there likes you just the way you are."

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