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Rule an island nation where the most beautiful women are large.
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Chapter #3

A young plump woman

    by: krawler Author IconMail Icon
You wake up in your extravagant bed, your young plump wife has her arms wrapped around you. She's put on some more weight since your wedding. She was incomparably beautiful and had stellar proportions that you knew superfluous deposits of fat would only enhance. At the time she certainly wasn't the fattest girl but you knew that you could easily remedy that via constant eating and providing her with a fashionable sedentary lifestyle any of your female subjects would die for. You love immersing her in luxury, supplying her with decadent foods, gorgeous dresses, glittering jewelry, obedient servants, and captivating amusements. Under your affluence, she barely had to lift a finger.

"Wake up my dear." you gently nudge your sleeping wife. "YAWN what am I having for breakfast today?" your wife asks stretching her arms out. "Let's see." You say as you clap your hands, signaling for service. At the call 2 fat servant women enter pushing a cart loaded with food. "Good morning your highness." the servants respectfully greet. Your wife leans up slightly groggy "I hope you brought me something sweet." She stated as she rubbed her eye. "Of course milady" responded one of the servants placing a tray in front of her. The tray was filled with pastries, cake, and donuts. A little smile formed on your wife's face as she reached for a slice of cake. "That's a good girl." you encourage her. "And when the lady's done with the sweets we have the meat portion" informed the second servant unveiling a tray brimming with bacon, sausages, steak, and eggs. "Great. Be sure she finishes it." you instruct as the servant girls nod in compliance. "Alright I've got a full day ahead of me." you announce as you dress yourself and set off for the day. "I'm off honey, be sure to get enough to eat today." you say as you kiss her forehead since her mouth was busy chewing. "Kay" she muffles shoving an eclair in her mouth.

You head to your throne room to conduct business. Walking through the halls you see your servants doing chores, all of them overweight women. This is because you rule an island that makes obesity compulsory for women. Coming to the realization that society benefits from having fat women, you mandated that your female subjects be put on special diets designed to add weight to their figures. Success was nearly immediate upon elimination of under fed women as prosperity became ubiquitous throughout the island. No longer concerning themselves with dissatisfying diets, women could eat whatever they wanted causing the island's food industry to flourish. Sure their fat hindered their movement but it made them more fertile. Plus the atmosphere grew amiable as the abundant food the women ate made them jolly and pleasant. After all a society that keeps its women happy is guaranteed to succeed.

You arrive at your throne room were your ____ is waiting for you.

You have the following choices:

1. assistant

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2. sister

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3. free

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