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Chapter #7
Time passes, and Ivy's power (and waistline...
by: Unknown
One Year Later
The sounds of heavy breathing, loud chewing and groaning could be heard from the throne room of Ivy, who was drunk on power and was getting more and more power to be drunk on. She rarely left her living quarters and hadn't been seen by the regular people in a full year; but Ivy didn't care as she believed that she was beneath the majority of the people on the planet that she had control over.
With a big, round double chin on her fat face, Ivy's already sexual and coy voice had gotten even deeper thanks to her neck fat and just general laziness and obesity; her jowls wobbled with every word and it seemed like she got out of breath just from speaking. But "Gaia's Protector" had ballooned up, hitting 450lbs and loving every single flabby pound.
Currently, the titanic tyrant was just finishing a massive, 25 course feast as she threw the final picked clean chicken bone onto the comically high pile of empty plates and bowls. Her mammoth belly heaving, Ivy struggled to breath as she leaned back, softly rubbing her gargantuan globe of a belly, but she felt more powerful than ever.
"BWUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPPPPPP!!!"
Suddenly, Ivy blasted out a loud, undignified and thunderous belch that actually shook her entire throne room that she was slobbing out in, the ruler of the world didn't even feel like she should excuse herself; she was Gaia's Protector, she could be as loud, rude and piggish as she liked as she sat back to casually digest her daily feast of 25 courses.
But, she got jolted out of her food coma by a knock on the door of her throne room as Ivy groaned in stuffed anger and blathered out. "Mmph...ugh...enter!" as she struggled to stay concious thanks to all the calories she had consumed. It was a servant, who entered and cleared his throat, looking at the increasingly out of control Poison Ivy glaring at him and breathing heavily, her fat wobbling with every heavy, pained breath.
"My Queen, I've just got intel that our forces have..."
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