This choice: Later that night, Sweetie FINALLY- but begrudgingly- concludes her meal (WG) • Go Back... As the day went by, Sweetie absolutely refused to stop gorging her brains out for even a minute. Servants lined up, presenting her with platter after platter of decadent high calorie unhealthy hamburgers, which she greedily mowed through in minutes, never asking for any other kind of food, not even stopping to drink- barely stopping to take breaths- as her body expanded at a downright alarming rate, from her surging sloshy overstuffed belly to her increasingly voluminous bulbous and bouncy butt. From the chubby chipmunk cheeks on her increasingly round, greedy, messy face to her over sized bubbly and soft toes, being squished up against by her own paw fat. And yet, as she grew and grew, more and more, bigger and bigger and bigger, Sweetie didn't stop eating for more than a few seconds to rudely burp, take a quick breath, or demand more.
And so it was quite a shock when a servant who currently had Sweetie's fattened, pinched up, greedy little face buried in her platter of hamburgers, heard the furious and intense chomping, slurping, gulping, and glutting sounds of her ravenous feeding slow, picking up a bit again- before lulling to a steady stop, as the pile of burgers was only about three quarters eaten. He blinked, as did the few other exhausted human servants, who each had their own platter of hamburgers for the monstrously fat villainess who was their queen, now fallen mysteriously silent.
"Er...Queen Sweetie?" The servant said. After a moment of no response, he nervously repeated again, "Sweetie, your majesty? Are you alright?" He asked. Again, no response. He took a careful step back, afraid Sweetie might yell at him for taking away her precious favorite food, to get a better look at his ruler in all her greedy glory.
The thing on the throne was barely recognizable as a dog. Sweetie had become fully immersed in her own white furred flab, and she appeared similar to a big beanbag chair sized sack of dough. Her body overflowed the seat of the throne, pouring off of it on all sides, squished up against the backrest as she bubbled through and around the armrests, engulfing them in herself. She could be described as a pile of several bulbous rolls with pudgy paws sunken into them at points, dangling uselessly, along with a messy, sunken face.
Sweetie's belly had grown out so far it sagged past the cushion on the throne, and was wide enough to obscure both corners from the front. It had been bisected into two large plush fat rolls, the fold along her naval carrying up and melding into her love handles. Sweetie's legs were all fully spread out, resting on their own sacks of doughy flab like big luxurious pillows. She bulged out over the top of the armrests on both sides of the chair, fat also oozing out from the spaces under the armrests. That combined with the way her utterly gigantic beautifully round and bouncy but still soft and tender juicy plush massive rump was crammed up against the backboard of the chair, easily wider than it and spilling out the back, fat wrapping around and engulfing it as the top of her big fat butt crested almost as high as her crown, visible rising up like twin hills above her submerged head and rolls of back fat. Her face was hard to make out at first, as it was squished between cheeks so big and squishy and overstuffed that they rested on her arm fat and crested high enough above her head to pinch her crown into place, as her back fat being pushed upwards by the unholy size of her butt was smothering the crown like oozing lava. Her face also bulges out into a big hefty triple chin, the first two squished between her cheeks and the third resting on her fatty voluptuous overgrown soft and doughy chest fat. Sweetie's stomach, chest, and chins were so fat they forced her to look upwards a bit. She'd almost completely torn apart her black suit, outgrowing it to such a degree that only a few stray scraps around her arms, chest, and back desperately clung together as white furry flab poured out from between them. Also, because of her furious and ravenous method of devouring the burgers, her entire face was covered in messy stains. Ketchup, crumbs, meat juice, melted cheese, and lots of grease caked her snout and splattered out, covering most of her first two chins as well as her inner cheeks- which were so big and chubby that they wrapped up around about the same length forwards as her muzzle, but probably a bit more. The stains also went up to her forehead, simply because of how deep she would bury her face into the food piles as she ate, the mosaic of messy red, brown, and orange splotches caking her face like a mud mask. As the servant took a look at Sweetie's colossal form, he noticed that her little eyes, smothered by her cheeks- a stark contrast to how huge the rest of her had become, were closed, stains all over her eyelids. To his shock, Sweetie's mouth- which had been clutching a half eaten hamburger, fell open- the bun and patty tumbling down the slope of her fatty belly and splatting on the floor, as the chewed up part she hadn't swallowed yet joined the menagerie of stains on her chin.
"Oh no- oh no! It happened!" He cried in a panic. Another servant stepped forwards, holding a full platter she was going to give Sweetie after the first. "What? What happened?" She asked, worriedly. "I've killed her! All this unhealthy junk food- she ate herself to death but I'm the one who fed her the killing burger! Oh no- I'll be thrown in prison!" He cried. Astonished and horrified, the servants all crowded around to get a look at the messy doughy blob, to see if it was true.
"She's not dead you idiot- look!" Another man said, pointing to the behemoth pup. Sure enough, the overstuffed mound of bulging saggy rolls and folds was gurgling lightly, heaving with slow, drawn out, labored- but relaxed sounding- gutteral huffs, wheezes, and snorts. "She's breathing- see?" The servant who had been feeding her sighed in relief, "Oh thank goodness- I was so worried I'd really messed up."
"But- what are we going to do now?" A servant asked, looking to her companions. One man with a big mustache rubbed his chin in thought, looking around. "Well, let's see- who do we have here?" He asked, looking at the other servants. "Hmm...we have five of us human workers, and it looks like...Eleven of her robo-servants" He said, looking up at one of the ominous frog robots, which were taller and stronger than all the humans there. "Well...if She's fallen asleep, I guess we have to bring Queen Sweetie to bed." The other servants all groaned, dreading the thought of trying to lug that insanely overweight soft and squishy fat sack anywhere. "Why don't we make the robots do it? They're stronger than us anyway." A man recommended. "Not possible- Only Sweetie can control them. And since she's asleep, they haven't got any orders to follow. Look at them, just standing there." A man shuddered at the gleaming, silver titan with glowing pink eyes. "Ugh. It gives me the creeps."
"Well at any rate, it looks like we are going to have to carry her to the royal bedroom ourselves." A man pointed out. "Now let's stop whining about it- there are five of us after all. Everyone grab as much of her as you can, and try to get her unstuck from that throne. I'll bet since she passed out from all those burgers, she'll be in a pretty heavy sleep for a while, so we don't have to worry too much about being gentle. As long as we don't drop her!"
(Here's yet another picture of what Sweetie looks like.)
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