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Once upon a time, the handsome Prince of a very powerful Kingdom sought a Princess. Law dictated he must marry before taking the throne, but search as he did the Prince could not find his beloved. Many Princesses he met with were fat like he wanted, they just weren’t fat enough. Those that were fat enough were slutty… but not slutty enough. Any Princess fat and slutty enough were bimbos, they just weren’t ditzy enough. He sent word to every corner of his Kingdom and Princesses came from across the land yet none was as fat or horny or retarded as he wanted.
“Baby! Come give Mommy a massage!” the Prince’s Mommy giggled as he entered Her chambers. He adored his royal Mother, She was what he searched for in a Princess. She would have married him too had She not officially retired from Her royal duties to spend Her days laying in Her mud bath, making love to Her many boy toys. The Prince’s cock grew stiff before his bottle blonde bimbo Mommy, Her vacant eyes glistening as She drooled over his package. She was 9,000lbs of fat, indolent idiot, having lived a life of pure greedy hedonism. She was like a little baby, getting everything She wanted and having every devious whim fulfilled.
“Oh dearest Mother” the Prince lamented, “When will I find a wife as beautiful and cruel as You, my Maternal Mistress?” At that moment the Queen’s midnight snack was brought in.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooohhoooooh! For meeeee???” the Queen asked in baby talk, even though all food was always for Her. Every night at the stroke of twelve the Queen was brought a light buffet of 10,000 pies just as She had been since childhood. There were blueberry pies and cream pies, chocolate pies and chicken pot pies, there was sweet potato pie and fish pie and cheese pie. She devoured every one of them as easy as breathing. Occasionally She’d eat Her midnight snack so quickly She’d forget She’d even had it and demand another one, flogging Her slaves in punishment. Watching Mommy destroy this feast was always too sexy for the Prince and if She allowed him he would fuck Mommy while She fed. If She was torturing Her Prince by denying him use of Her body he would instead take one of Her maids or ladies in waiting and rape them to please his sadistic Queen.
Then, one stormy night when the Prince had almost given up hope, there came a knock at the door. It was his Chamberlain, apparently a royal envoy had arrived from one of the Kingdom’s poorest nations, a small island far away. The Prince expected little but had his Chamberlain welcome the visitors. When he met them in the great hall they were soaked through. Their carriages were not of the best quality and their horses were old. None of the court members had much gold and their apparel was cheap but still they held themselves with dignity.
“PRESENTING” the party’s announcer began, “HER LADYSHIP, PRINCESS VINDICTA!”
The Prince’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, instead it was his knee. Princess Vindicta was everything he had been looking for. Fatter than any he had met before, the Princess weighed 900lbs and ate ferociously from buckets of pig guts being stuffed into Her by two little brothers. She was beautiful, Her blue eyes glazed greedily and glittering, Her thick honey blonde hair coiffed and primped, Her bimbo lips slopping hungrily. She was perfectly preserved, kept warm and safe on the perilous journey while Her fellow travelers suffered the elements. She was wrapped in thick white furs, wearing revealing silk negligee to impress the Prince along with high heels, a tiara and jewelry.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!! He’s HOT!” Princess Vindicta squealed without being invited to speak, She was eyeing the Prince as thick, glue-like drool slathered from Her gawping mouth. “DADDY!! Special girl needs a DUMP!!” Princess Vindicta’s Lordly father started to remove Her fur coat so Her servants could bring Her shit bucket and as She unloaded a wave of foul diarrhea across several slaves the Prince stepped forward. Though She was from the poorest nation in his Kingdom Her appetite did not compromise. Though Her staff and family were weak from the journey She did not lift a finger to help them dote on Her. Though She was in the presence of a Prince, She did not keep modesty.
“Fair Princess, I see your travels have left You tired and hungry--”
SHHHHHHHLUUUUURPPRGNAARLLLNYOOOOMGLUUUUURPOINK
“-- so allow my servants to draw baths and bring food for Your party.”
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURPPP NO, that won’t be necessary. I’ll take a bath and food but My slaves can keep working!”
So it was a fine bath of warm water and creams and lotions was drawn for Princess Vindicta, who ate and ate all night, devouring Her way through the Prince’s pantry and all the food from his servants’ stores. All the while She would yammer about how fat and beautiful She was and openly flirt with the Prince. She’d loudly explain how She deserves Her Royal position for being so special and airheaded and how peasants are no better than animals. The Prince grew more and more keen to make Her his wife, but was it all too good to be true? Though Princess Vindicta was still young 900lbs was not very fat by the Prince’s standards and he wondered if Her appetite was a show for his benefit. He did not want to find himself married to a royal wife who could only put away a few measly herd of beef a day. While the Princess stuffed Herself with honey cakes and ale he decided to test Her somehow.
After Her bath She was brought a considerable feast, more than She’d usually eat in a week. She drooled over the sight of the food, unable to summon words as Her simple brain failed. Slobber crept down Her silk nightwear pasting it to Her tit. Still, She ate everything. Finally She was brought to a chamber with a fine bed and food at hand. She was sucking back a few troughs of crème brûlée when the Prince realised how he could be sure She would make a suitable Queen.
“Princess Vindicta, may I present to You a midnight snack of exactly 10,000 pies?” slaves brought them forward.
“Ooooooh I’ve never eaten that many before” She moaned even though She couldn’t count to ten-thousand, She couldn’t count to ten. “I hope I can fit it all in Me!” She added as She squeezed out a gale force dump from Her royal asshole.
The Prince was disheartened but not defeated. “Try anyway, if You are to be my Queen I must be sure You embody the greed and lack of self-restraint the women of my family are known for.”
Princess Vindicta dug in, devouring egg pie and cherry pie, apple pie with gallons of warm custard. She wolfed down pigeon pie and Shepherd’s pie, lemon meringue and mince pie. By the end of it She was a wreckage of pastry, a slaughter of filling and crust. The Prince could not believe it, She was amazing. Yet still his suspicions would not leave him. He knew there must have been something wrong with Her.
“HEY! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURPPPP IDIOT!” the Princess scolded Her royal suitor, “Where’s the REST!??? HUH?? I thought I was a perfect, special Princess but I’m MISSING a god damn PIE!!!!” He did not know what She meant, then at that moment a servant emerged from the kitchen. On a tray he held a single, steaming creamy banana pie. The Princess drooled like a mad dog, eyeing the pie as Her gut ROARED furious. The staff had overlooked one pie and forgotten to bring it to Her and suddenly the Prince realised exactly what was wrong with his Princess.
She was perfect.
She was so spoiled, so greedy, so entitled that even a single pie made all the difference to Her. Despite eating 9,999 others She could not be satisfied unless She was brought all she was owed. She was more high maintenance than even his Mother. There would be no compromise, no negotiating, only Princess Vindicta’s total satisfaction.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURPPPP AND THERE’S A FUCKING PEA UNDER MY MATTRESS TOO, CUNT!!!”
So it was the Prince married and became King and the greed of Queen Vindicta was known across the land. Between his Wife and his Mother the new King spent the rest of his life slaving and obeying, feeding and fucking.
And they all lived happily ever after… except the poor people who all lived in misery and died.