Jasmine's stomach had once been toned and perfect, but now it stuck out and took all of her lap space. Originally, she’d been ashamed of her bloated look that almost made her look pregnant, but now she’d begun to settle into it. Any morsel set it front of her was devoured. If she walked around, her stomach jiggled and sloshed. She didn’t hear the servants whisper and laugh at her. All she cared about was food & filling her growing belly. She’d begun to ask the chefs to bring her food up to her room and never even got up. Her stomach was the only place that seemed to fatten up. One night, after eating three whole cakes she began to feel a sick churning inside. She groaned, but still felt the desire to eat and eat and eat. Aladdin had never seen such gluttony from his wife and felt like he didn’t know her anymore. He watched from the doorway as she moaned and groaned, but continued to gorge. The next day, when she tried to put on her usual pants and crop top, she ripped them. This didn’t affect her and she just pair made. That night she ordered herself a whole feast and ate every last bit. The sultan was pleased. He’d gotten what he’d wanted and he knew his daughter would continue to balloon up. Jasmine soon found her legs gave out if she tried to stand or walk. She started to just stay in bed and just have bizarre amounts of food brought up to her.
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