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Centennial Ball (100th Mini Story)
🕑 Added 2020-04-08 05:58:44 +0000 UTCMailee, the kingdom's ruling princess, was an obese hog of a woman. Ever since her parents died, nobody had been capable of putting a check on her worst habits. Her body was nearly 500 pounds and growing every day. She had the widest waistline in living memory, her ass was bigger than two sows' hindquarters and her sagging, heavy breasts held more milk than three dairy cows. Her fat belly and cleavage was so big that she hadn't seen her ham hock like feet in years. Her legs were so engrossed in fat the she could barely lift her knees and had to walk with a swaying waddle and her arms were just barely flexible enough to bring food to her mouth. She needed new clothes made for her almost every week, which were quickly ruined by her constant, slobby feasts and her seam tearing body flab.
Everyday she demanded vast quantities of food, from both the highest of gourmet meals to the lowest of gutter vittles. She belched freely and farted constantly, the castle staff constantly burning incense to try and combat the ceaseless flatulence that threatened to overwhelm the building at all times. She actively tried to be at her gassiest when she had important guests or was at large social gatherings because she found it funny. She turned her family's bodyguard, made of the best knights in the land, into her personal harem, demanding they carnally serve her multiple times a day even as her disgusting appearance and behavior made it almost impossible for them to want to even touch her.
If anyone criticized or insulted her, she would banish them to the Dungeons of Delicacy, where they would stay until they were five times larger than when they entered and with even less bowel control than the princess.
Every few weeks some noble, knight or wealthy merchant came seeking her hand, but were driven away by her disgusting appearance, personality and smell. This bothered her little, as she felt no true attraction or infatuation for any of the well built men whom she saw as nothing but sniveling sycophants just trying to get onto the throne.
The council that ran the kingdom while the princess indulged in her hedonism discussed plans to celebrate the kingdom's 100th anniversary, with a ball for royal singles being a popular idea. The plan was to hold a party and invite the kingdom's young nobility in order for them to mingle and arrange centennial weddings between one another. The council managed to convince the princess to attend as a gesture of good faith, though no one expected her to actually make a connection there.
The princess spent most of the ball at a personal table, being served an endless supply of meals. All the other nobles mingled near the various oil candles and burning incense, far from the princess's disgusting visage and odor, and no one could work up the nerve or stomach to approach her. But as she ate, she smell a foul scent that wasn't coming from her. She looked around to the corner of the room at the a fleshy figure covered in fine silks and leathers, stuffing his face at the buffet table while occasionally paused to break lengthy wind.
The young man was Jayson Hillis III, the son of the kingdom's richest merchant. With his father always away on business and his mother spoiling him, he had grown into a fat brat of a young man, with no care for manners or decorum and no desires but to satisfy his base needs. He father made him attend the ball in hopes of him finding a wife, but he had no interest in wasting his time trying to court ladies who would almost certainly reject him for his shameless gluttony, gas and attitude.
His body type could best be described as a vaguely pear shaped potato, moobs so big that he could wear Mailee's bra, a hanging belly that barely fit in his expensively tailored garment, and buttocks that could fill three chair seats. For the first time in her adult life, the princess had seen someone who rivaled her in size and it turned her on.
She told her guards that she wished to go to the open banquet and that they were not to follow. She waddled to where Jayson was and he was startled when he looked up from his meal to see the princess standing next to him.
"Greetings, Mr. Hillis." She said.
"Hello, your highness." Jayson said through a half filled mouth of food.
"You seem to be enjoying the festivities as much as I." Mailee said. "Would you like to spend the evening with me?"
"You would like me to dance with you?" Jayson said nervously, his legs already buckling from having stood up so long at the buffet.
"No, of course not. Clearly neither of us are interested or able to hit the dance floor." The princess laughed." No, I want to do something more intimate."
She dragged him to the empty servants quarters. She quickly took off her oversized ball gown and demanded he strip as well before lying on one the servant's cots and spread her legs.
"I think you would make for a lovely king consort." Mailee said the heap cot creaked under her weight. "But first you must prove you have what takes to keep me satisfied."
Jayson crawled underneath her belly and lifted her thick fupa to find her plump, moist womanhood. It had neither been washed or shaven in who knows how long. Aside from having his chambermaids give him handjobs thrice a day, Jayson had no experience in pleasing a woman. He just started licking and nibbling at it like it was a juicy peach and it got a positive reaction from Mailee. He could hear the princess letting out moans and grunts before she started pushing out rank farts. Most men would gag at her rancid odor, but Jayson enjoyed the scent as it reminded him of his own foul emissions that he love smelling, causing him to double his efforts in pleasing the princess, causing her to moan, fart and belch from pleasure until she finally came, gushing all over his face.
"Very good... huff... huff... You've succeeded in impressing me." Mailee said, gasping for air as Jayson pulled his soaked face from her expansive belly.
"Good. Now, it's time to prove that you've got what it takes to satisfy me." He said as he lied back on the opposite cot right in front of hers and spread his legs.
"You cheeky thing." The princess said amused. Normally such an insolent attitude would have her calling the guards to drag him away, but Mailee found this behavior charming coming from Jayson. Besides, the Delicacy Dungeon would be more of a reward than a punishment for him.
The princess herself crawled under his belly and shifted aside the fat covered his hardened but heavily padded genitalia. Much like her own privates, it was unwashed, hairy and encrusted with countless previous orgasms. waiting to be cleaned by her plump mouth. Like Jayson, she was used to being pleasured and not pleasuring others, only able to imitate the various eroticas she had read. She enclosed her lips around the member's head and Jayson let out a pleasured moan and a fart escaped from his behind. The princess waited for some sniveling apology but all the came from him was more gas, much to her delight. She began sucking at, breathing in his noxious fumes with ecstasy. He continued grunting and farting throughout the blowjob until he came, his fattened fertility filling her cheeks with white fluid that to her taste buds.
In the main hall, the was flourishing without the two gassy gluttons ruining the event, with many young couples finding love. Meanwhile, the princess and her new beau were cuddling on the servant's cots until it broke apart under their combined weight.
The next day, the princess announced that Jayson was to be her fiance and that he would be moving into the palace immediately. The noble class wasn't too pleased that the princess was marrying the son of a merchant. The castle's staff wasn't too pleased either, as now they had two spoiled slobs to feed and serve and the obese couple often demanded assistance in the love making attempts. Still, the threat of being sent to the Dungeons of Delicacy was enough for most to keep their opinions to themselves.
A few months later, on the kingdom's 100th birthday, many new couples were wed throughout the kingdom, including the newly ascended Queen Mailee and her King Consort Jayson. Their wedding garments took two months to make and was intricately stitched and designed but sadly destined to be stained to beyond recovery by their wearers poor eating habits. Most of the kingdom's nobility elected not to attend, instead sending servants with gifts of food, spices and ultra powerful foreign incense.
After eating the cake and the wedding feast by themselves, and getting plenty of sauce, grease and frosting on their wedding clothes, the queen and her king consort demanded to be carried to their bedchamber to consummate their marriage, despite having made love daily since they first met. It took a dozen servant to lift the couple up the ten stories of stairs up to the castle's master bedroom, with them letting loose incredibly wet and smelly gas blasts every step of the way. Once there, they were stripped of their food covered clothing and placed on opposite ends of the bed. Too stuffed to move on their own, their servants shoved them together, their legs interlocking and their genitals pushed into one another. The servant proceeded to jiggled and shake them, causing them to piggishly grunt and loudly shart from their increasing arousal. The two shuddering heavily and releasing gas strong enough to vibrate the room slightly let the beleaguered assistant know that the newlywed had achieved release.
Their job done, the servants quickly left the room, leaving the slobby royals to bask in the smelly afterglow of their first night of husband and wife.
