"...and here we are, the courtyard car!"
I had to hold down a snicker as Coletta and I stepped out of the cold metal floors of the vestibule and into the warm, tree-washed air of the courtyard, her eyes going the widest they'd ever go on out tour of the train. She'd been amazed by the dining car's menu, was floored as we walked around the pool car's underwater tunnels, and marveled at the stars passing by over the dome car's glass vista, but none of that could've set her up to set foot on a leafy bricklaid path paved through a dense forest of pine, the trees' branches rustling as the wheels rattled along the tracks. All the trees were shrouded by black, but enough of the road ahead was lit by a line of streetlamps whose bulbs were weathered into a dull orange to see the way, and the scene was tied up from above by a windowed ceiling that gave way for a vast night sky.
Her mouth choked out some loose sputters when it wasn't hanging agape, fur bristling as she kept walking and met the fresh dampness of the air in full.
"I...but it...it...it just...but...this can't be real!"
"It can, is, and stays open 24/7 for every week, every year, and every state!"
"I mean, it's just...it's all so amazing!" She swooned, so much that the weight of her breasts nearly sent her and the trolley toppling over as she swung around to take it all in. "...and this isn't the last car on the train?!"
"Well, as far as the tour's concerned, it is." I shrugged, trying not to show a cringe at the thought of the observatory. Her car. "Come on, you haven't even seen the hedge maze yet!"
As we continued our walk towards the rear of the train, the amazement on her face somehow still managed to grow, even if we'd barely covered a quarter of the coach's length. I had to slow down a decent amount to let her sightseeing keep up with me, but there was still something cute about her stopping every few seconds to gawk at every new tree, bench, light post, sign, or even newspaper stands that'd we pass by on the trail, almost making her completely forget the bordering half a ton of boobage that hung from her shoulders.
She seemed particularly thrilled, however, when we'd covered enough of the path to hear the gush of a flowing stream just ahead. As we rounded a corner filled with bushel, the source appeared in an instant, and she actually let out a tiny gasp and came to a stop as I took us in front of a wooden covered bridge traveling over a flowing river.
I had to take her hand to keep us going. The wheels of her trolley rattled as it rolled along the floorboards and jittered up her breasts, which snapped her out with a delighted giggle.
"Is there any way to see the observatory at all?" She asked, her head constantly turning about to take in the views of either ledge. "Not another tour, or anything?"
"Well, there's still a fair deal of pictures on the brochures, but there's also a few channels on our TV station that explore the car's features, and every hour or so there's a special where-"
But it was right then, just when my foot was about to step out of the bridge when I froze. I came to an absolute halt, my smile instantly seizing up with surprise, followed by fear, and followed by pure dread as I heard something mutter about somewhere around the fork in the road before us, and a dusty gong in my head was rung. The sound wasn't close, but was loud enough for us to hear the dull, heavy dragging sound scraping itself along the brick path, and sitting somewhere on top of it was a strong, yet snippy voice that sputtered about with a buzzy tone.
"Nathan?" Coletta knelt in, looking pretty concerned. "Is everything alright?"
"We need to go." I said flatly. Without a word, I took her hand to walk us back down the bridge, only to feel how heavy 877 pounds were to move.
"Go? Nathan, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Trust me, Coletta, things'll be a lot more pleasant if we get out of here and come another ti-"
"...and ssuch pathetic possture in the face of royalty, too! Why, I ought to-"
I felt Coletta's arm seize up, too, as the other passenger's voice walked out into the open, only to fall silent as well. At first, all that stood in the circle of light from the street lamp was a stomach, one engorged into a titanic mass stuffed in an armor of shiny skin that smoothed its bulk out into an immense black globe, but the rough skin still jiggled softly under the coach's rocking. We stared back as its owner eyed us from the shadows, not moving for some time until she moved a grossly bulging leg forward and dragged her gut along the path, taking a few long steps before we could see a massively cushiony pair of breasts come into view that were decked up in some majestic robe made out of red cloth that hung along a lengthy pair of shoulders as it clung around her ridiculous size.
I could see the twinkle on her crown just a second before it came out for us to see, sitting on a vast body of black hair for a smooth, noseless face whose pincers were nestled within a boa of flab that her neck was drowned within, with large red eyes that stared us down with a royal scoff that was trying to hold down surprise.
None of us spoke for several seconds of pure torture, taking one another in.
"...you." Coletta whispered. I felt a chill from a soft growl that rumbled under her voice.
Jamie's face was still the cold demure of a queen, one of a tyrant looking over two unruly subjects, but I could sense a few shakes in her resolve as she fought to hold something inside. Something she was fighting to the death to keep from leaping out in some blind rage.
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