"You said you wanted to meet me, Ange?" Princess Charlotte, all bedecked in her typical finery and polite mannerisms, gestured her secret girlfriend down to sit opposite herself at the tea table. Queen's Mayfaire had no shortage of infinitely picturesque tables in it's copious gardens, but Charlotte always seemed to find the best one — or, perhaps, they made sure that there was always one at hand, when the Princess of Albion went out for snacktime. Snacktimes which were increasing, in recent days; in frequency, and intensity.

"Thank you ever so much, Princess." Bowing with all the grace of a lowly commoner in the face of her better, Ange Le Carré made sure to follow every last order expected of her — as expected of a spy. Sitting down now, and pulling her chair up so that she was forced to sit straight, Ange gave her surroundings a subdued one-two, to make sure they weren't being followed. "It's just," she breathed, and then burst. Like a tree in autumn, Ange just collapsed, losing her leaves instantly as exhaustion overcame her. "I can't keep this up, Charlotte...!"

"Whatever do you mean?" Giggling effectually at Ange's display, Charlotte clasped her hands and smiled, that same efficacy coming to her without a single second's pause. "You've been doing a wonderful job, so far."

"E-Everyone has been... Nngh..." Finding it ever-so-tough to tone back her overexerted body, Ange tried to suck it all in and show the same sincerity that her Princess was — to little success. "They've been feeding me... Especially when I disguise myself as you..." Whispering her sordid secrets under her breath, Ange found that even if she could right her back, pull in her thighs and correct her smile, there was one thing that just wouldn't obey her. Her belly. Resisting any insistence to be sucked back in, Ange's flabby, and similarly stuffed tummy bulged out under the table, entirely filling the space between Ange's knees and the table's underside.

"They have?" Supressing the little flicker of knowing in her eyes, Charlotte only seemed concerned. Her own belly was a bit bloated too, but that was nothing compared to the ecstasy of having such a plump girlfriend. She'd sacrificed plenty, already; sacrificing her flawless figure for a bit of fun surely wasn't off the table. "You don't look too different, to me, though?"

Ange blushed, knowing the answer she was going to give before Charlotte even finished her sentence. "Well, you haven't seen me in a while, Princess." She murmured, almost mumbling. "I can promise you," with one hand rubbing her globular gut, Ange tried to take her mind off just how sensitive it was. "I'm too big to disguise myself as you, I think. Everyone will spread rumours."

"Well then," Charlotte feigned shock so easily that it was a surprise she wasn't a spy already. Closing her eyes and breathing in her own satisfaction, Charlotte leaned forwards and offered Ange the full selection of the bite-sized buffet she had arrayed out on the table between them. Unable to fight it any longer, her courteous smile twist into a smirk. "Why don't we give them some good rumors, then?"