This choice: ...an enormously fat Lucca, far, FAR larger than Marle! • Go Back... Lucca was beyond fat. Fat was an understatement for what she had become. She had become a hill of flesh. Each of her breasts was bigger, much bigger, than the entire Queen (the nipples were covered by a black fabric, for the sake of the children). To say nothing of the rest of her. Anyone in the audience too close to her couldn't even conceive what they were looking at, from up close she seemed like a curving, skin-colored wall. The genius was so piled high with corpulence, and draped over with so many vast layers of flab, that only the Queen, from her high vantage point, could see her face.
"What have you done?" the Queen asked, shocked.
"I simply decided to provide you with a worthy challenge." Lucca called out calmly, her bright eyes glittering from behind her glasses.
The Queen loved Lucca. She was a great friend. But if not for the audience, she would give her one heck of a talking-to. And not with any sense of superiority as a queen, but an angry talking-to as a betrayed friend. Lucca had humiliated her.
"Is that really all you?" the Queen asked, secretly hoping this was a practical joke, and that Lucca was simply wearing the world's largest, most convincing fat suit.
But no such luck. Lucca began to laugh, and as a demonstration, tried to move her arms (curtained with yards of fat), which did nothing but send waves of jiggling flesh sloshing across her form, rattling the platform she was resting on.
"This is me. All me."
"But...how?"
"Sorry, trade secret. But, uh, would you care to hear how much I weigh?"
Suddenly, a panel rose up from the side of the platform, and numbers began to madly spiral and count up. Until...
23,453 lb.
The Queen's heart sank.She was a speck of dust next to Lucca.
"Lucca!" she shouted "You...win. By far."
"Not yet." she stated.
"...what?"
"Consider how fat I am today to be a declaration. Of my challenge. I didn't come here today to humiliate you, but just to show you what you're up against. Truth is, you've inspired me. I love being this huge, seeing my body stretch so far out of my reach, feeling awash in my own huge, soft body, feeling soooo much ground beneath me, having so much skin to feel the wind blow against, and rain fall and slide down...it's an experience. And I want nothing more than to grow even bigger, even fatter. But how much funner that would be if I have a rival. So, I choose you. I won't share my trick for getting this big, but you're a clever gal. You can find a way of your own, I'm sure. You can't put up with how slowly you've grown so far. Look at you! You're wasting away! So...get huge. Fatten up. Eat, and be merry. And in a month's time, we'll meet again, and see who the real winner is."
The Queen was shocked. It seemed impossible to grow so vast in one month, enough to be in Lucca's league, but...if Lucca could get that big, so could she, dammit! She just had to start thinking outside the box.
"It's a deal!" the queen declared.
Applause roared from the audience. The next month should be entertaining.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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