The Queen was an imposing young woman, both in personality, and size. She had blown up like a water balloon, almost since day one. And now, she had reached a truly impressive girth. Her belly bobbed up and down with every step, and on its downward trip, it regularly brushed the ground. The day seemed to be fast approaching when her belly would simply rest on the ground as a matter of course. In fact, this outcome seemed so obvious, that debates were raging behind the scene as to whether it could be kept from anchoring down the queen through means of magic, technology, a use of helpers holding it up, or whether some soft of harness system could be built into her dresses, keeping it at least from draping the ground. It occurred to many that this was probably the first time such debate echoed through this castle.
If her belly was a source of concern, her bosom was simply a source of awe. Always hefted up proudly by powerful dresses, she was almost never seen in public without cleavage big enough to lose something in. At night, when her and Crono retired to their private chambers for some personal time, the removal of her clothing, particularly around the breasts, resembled a dam bursting.
Her ass, too, was simply shocking. No matter how generous the proportions on the dresses she wore, her ass always pushed the stitches to the limit, and swelled out so dramatically, that they were always skintight, and left little to the imagination.
But while the queen's ever-growing fat deposits started out as a source of gossip and jokes, it didn't take too long before the people of her kingdom began to get almost swept up in it, and as their biggest influence and role model, conventional standards of beauty began to change dramatically across the land.
Women everywhere began to indulge more, reasoning that if their beloved queen did it, it couldn't be so bad. And with how undeniably stunning the queen was, in spite of our because of her size, the husbands of all the newly fattening women were seldom bothered by the developments of their wives.
It wasn't long before the average weight of Guardia's female population had grown by leaps and bounds, and women were trading dieting tips that headed in the opposite direction. Enjoying the impact that here own simple gluttony had sparked, the queen announced a new annual fair: every year, there would be a massive celebration of food, full of feasts and festivities. And there would also be a contest, awarding and celebrating the three heaviest women in the kingdom.
But of course, every year, only two of those slots would be filled by anyone but the queen, who won first place every time. The fact that the queen would win had practically become tradition, and few actually expected to be able to beat her...year by year, she had always stayed ahead of the competition, thanks to her private chefs, and the blessing of fat-prone genetics. But still, everyone had fun trying in vain to surpass her, and second and third place were still tremendous honors.
The scale for the event, which had to be impressively powerful and precise, was built anew each year by Lucca, who wanted to perfect a superior version every year, and who had thus far been one of the few women not swept up in the weight gain obsession. When asked if she was against it, she simply said, 'Not at all. But...well, you'll see'. And that was that.
But this year, Lucca had sent a regretful letter explaining that she couldn't spare the time to build a new scale this year, and that they'd have to re-use last year's. This was no problem, but still had everyone puzzled. What was Lucca so busy with? No one knew. She herself had been in her massive, newly-constructed workshop, which was the size of a damn warehouse, and while she kept in touch, nobody had actually seen her for weeks leading up to the fair.
But finally, the night of the event came. With a great sense of ceremony, everyone weighed in, the queen going last, clocking in at an impressive 946 pounds. Just as applause for the inevitable winner was about to ring, though, a speaker began to boom.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Lucca's voice echoed "Would you please direct your eyes this way!"
Everyone turned to see an enormous platform, rolling on steam-powered wheels, towards them before gradually stopping. There appeared to be some huge, vague shape on the platform, but it was covered in a massive tarp. But then, a crane-like arm unfolded from the side of the platform, and grabbed the tarp, ready to tear it off.
"Everyone...BEHOLD!"
And with a flourish, the tarp was removed, revealing...
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