(Art by SLB-Creations)

Princess Plum stood in the grand hallway of her palace, bathed in the soft glow of golden chandeliers. Her new purple flannel leggings hugged every curve, the fabric clinging like a second skin, accentuating the generous swell of her hips and thighs. The intricate pixel-like patterns stretched and contoured as she shifted her weight, each movement causing a mesmerizing ripple through the plush fabric.

Her personal guard, a disciplined and stone-faced knight, stood at attention nearby, his gaze fixed forward—though Plum knew better. She smirked, placing one hand on her hip while the other adjusted her golden crown.

"Do you like them?" she purred, twisting slightly at the waist, making her ample rear sway with a hypnotic bounce. The thick material of the leggings compressed and stretched over the plush flesh beneath, emphasizing every luscious contour. She took a slow step forward, exaggerating the movement of her hips, feeling the fabric strain deliciously before springing back into place with each step.

The guard clenched his jaw, his stoic demeanor cracking ever so slightly.

Plum giggled, spinning on her heel, sending an extra bounce through her curves. "You know, these leggings are so… snug. It almost feels like they were made just for me." she mused, sliding her fingers along the waistband before letting it snap back against her waist with a playful pop.

The guard exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Plum leaned in, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Careful now. Staring too hard might be considered treason..."

With that, she gave one final, deliberate sway of her hips, each step sending a tantalizing ripple through her plush curves. Her bountiful buns brushed and pressed against each other with every stride, the soft flannel leggings emphasizing their sumptuous bounce. She sauntered off, the sound of her laughter filling the halls as she left the guard struggling regain his composure.