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The Princess
By FC Punk

The Principality of Astoria  had fallen.

Colonel Summers walked past the tank that had burst through the palace gate, the snow crunched under his boots while white snowflakes dropped down on his black beret. This had been a long time coming, he thought while looking at the massive palace that housed a monarchy that lasted for a thousand years.

But in time the principality fell into the hands of a princess that clearly showed no compassion for her people. Hyperinflation combined with a famine had struck her country, but the princess had cooped herself up in the palace, no one had seen her in five years.

Many wondered if she was even still here.

Finally it became too much and the Royal Defense Corps staged a coup with led by Summers.

Summers watched his soldiers go in and out of the palace. He stroked his goatee in anticipation. Despite a long career of gallantry he had never even met the princess face to face. Was she actually here? Was she actually that callous and cruel to have ignored her people's plight for so long?

A soldier ran up to him, saluting he said "Sir, we've found her!"

"Excellent place her under arrest."

The soldier grew nervous "Sir, there's an issue."

"An issue? What issue?"

"Sir you need to come and examine it for yourself. We need your judgement."

Summers and the soldier entered the palace and walked past torn flags and turned over furniture. The colonel sneered as he went up the stairs at the gold railing. How could she have lived in such comfort and wealth while the people had so little? The soldier led Summers to a room where the colonel's jaw dropped.

Sprawled out on the bed was the princess who spilled over it. Princess Marie had a long table i front of the bed packed with jelly filled cakes, creampuffs, hush puppies, chocolates, as well as several pies and an enormous turkey that had been picked apart. Stained dirty dishes were numerous.

The princess herself was naked and bloated out to immensity; laid out on her side her belly was beginning to spill over the bed. Her thighs and buttocks were flabby and dimpled. She wiggled in place and it made her entire body quiver. Her body rose up and down as she wheezed, struggling to breath she was seemingly unable to speak.

Summer's men had surrounded her, bayoneted rifles pointed at her. They were all just as appalled at the sight before them and one of them even poked one of her rolls gently with his bayonet which angered Summers, "Don't touch her! I don't want anyone touching this pig! What the hell happened here?"

The soldier that had led him to this monstrosity before him explained, "Sir,  we burst into this room and just found her here. She was like this when we got here, fat as a tick and too stuffed to even scream. Our orders were to arrest her and bring her to you, but when we saw the size of her we didn't know what to do. What are our orders sir?"

Summers looked at the princess, only 19 and so tremendously obese.

"Leave us. Stand outside the door and keep watch until I come out."

The soldiers all saluted him and left the room, closing the door.

The colonel circled the princess the way a bird of prey would an overly plump gopher.

The princess took a deep breath and wheezed out "pleeease."

"Well, you can talk after all," Summers sardonically remarked as he saw a sword on a mantle. Lifting it up the colonel began to say "Years ago there were the Knights of Astoria, they protected this city and laid down their lives against every invading country that attempted to swallow us, from the grim north to the savage south. Over time the knights evolved to the corps and we continued their legacy."

He placed the sword away and walked with aggression to her and grasped a handful of fat, "You have totally disgraced our fallen ancestors and your family. What have you done to yourself?"

Summers walked up to the pastry buffet and picked up a cupcake, her eyes became wide and pointed at the treat. Taking a bite out of it he closed his eyes and the sweet taste of the strawberry frosting and the moist cake. Frowning in disgust he threw it on the ground much to her displeasure.

"Yes you are a greedy one." He traced his hand over her side, his gloved hand sank deep into her. "While your people starved you feasted on cake. Shame on you."

"*hoof* *poof*" she wheezed, "What are you going to do"

Summers stood over the girl and took a good long look at her. Each wheeze even made her face wobble from her cheeks to her ring of chins. She was inhumanly fat. Far too big for own good.

"The corps immediate plan is the dissolution of the principality and the establishment of a republic. As for you, somethings have changed and some things have not. We will still seize your assets and redistribute your wealth to the people. But what to do with you personally?"

He looked at her, she wasn't even paying attention, she was still focused on the buffet before her.

Once more revolted Summers growled, "So it's true. You really don't care about anything else." He grasped a big cream puff and placed it to her mouth and she instantly covered his fingers with her mouth. Summers was appalled at how she greedily ate the cream puff, the way her mouth sucked his fingers with her mouth reminded him of his dog at home and how he would just go for it when he would feed him treats.

"Disgusting." He uttered before saying "If you wish to be a pig so bad then that is what you'll be. We shall place you under house arrest and when spring comes we will lift you out of your palace and put you on a farm like a real pig. From royal princess to dirty sow."

He ordered his men to feed her the rest of the buffet and from there the corps fattened her all winter while they wrote a new constitution and underwent elections. The corps would be integrated and would serve the new republic, but until then they had a mission to bloat the princess.  

The princess eagerly ate every bite, unfazed by her house arrest. Her feeders were all sickened by her gluttony and would slap her fat while making her oink and beg for more food. She was a relentless eating machine, only stopping when she felt she was absolutely going to pop.

Time went on and the snow melted. Summers was overseeing the operation to move her to a dump truck outside. The princess had swelled even more and now her fat had reached the floor and spread out like a pancake.

The mission to move the princess was literally a military operation, the window and wall being wrecked open and 40 men trying to move her onto a harness. A crane rolled up outside and she was slowly lifted up and lowered outside.

Standing outside the people watched in horror at her size. It was the first time they had seen their former tyrant and they booed and yelled and cursed, calling her monster.

Colonel Summers watched the jiggling whale slowly lower into the truck from the room. He took off his beret and ran his hand through his blonde hair. Now that the republic was established he could retire.

But he would never forget the princess and her monsterous avarice.