Patreon Prompt 66 (Patreon)

Prompt: After their failed attempt to overthrow an overweight queen, a rebellious party finds themself on the receiving end of a peculiar punishment that involves them becoming the queen's new servants.

   They were supposed to have the gods on their side. However much they wanted to believe what the back alley mystic had told them; the rebels’ plan fell apart moments after entering the castle. As bumbling as Queen Dulley appeared to be, she had a surprising skill when it came to training her guards. Captured within moments of entering the castle, the rebels were given a choice. Either they get thrown in the dungeon for the rest of their lives or they become the queen’s personal servants until they repaid the damages done to her mental health and the window they had broken on the way in. They made their decision to become servants in a heartbeat, a rash choice that they would soon learn to regret.

   It was a typical day for Queen Dulley as she lounged about on her throne, hearing the pleas of the people as she further fattened up her behemoth belly with a constant supply of snacks. On both sides of the couch-sized throne being used to hold up her massive form were two of the rebels in her service. While the man waved about a fan that bristled the queen’s golden hair and frilly pink dress, a woman reached across her heaving bosom to drop a sweet roll into her mouth. Supporting the weight of her thick thighs and blubbery legs was the other man of the group down on his hands and knees. While the task of keeping the queen’s royal cankles aloft was difficult, he knew it wasn’t the worst position to be in.

   Sending away a peasant with a promise of sending knights to take care of his gnoll problem, Queen Dulley snapped her plump fingers to signal her servants to swap positions. Heaving herself out of her chair, she offered a hand to help up the female rebel that had been keeping her wide rear cushioned. Making the disoriented woman to take the place of the royal fanner, Queen Dulley ordered the others to rotate. Grumbling about how nice the dungeons must have been, the previous fanner climbed into the center of the throne and took a deep breath. Plopping her rear down on her fresh cushion, the queen called out for the others to resume their tasks as she summoned forth the next person to hear their plea for assistance.