It came as no surprise to Elizabeth that Darius now weighed over 1,700 pounds. She smiled. She thought the new weight suited him. It made him look so vast and impressive! He would be a great and enormous king! The country would surely prosper under his rule when the time came for him to inherit the throne from his father, the much-respected King Chandler.

Elizabeth looked up to where the king was chomping down on a colossal pie with lashings of tomato sauce and mashed potatoes with gravy. Just watching him eat with such royal abandon made her own belly gurgle with hunger! As she ate, she watched Darius wolf down his food. She couldn't believe what a marvellous appetite he had! She was sure that in a few short years, he would rival his grandfather's weight, and soon after, the weight of his father! Elizabeth was pretty damn sure that Darius was secretly preparing himself to be the fattest king ever! Maybe he was! She giggled at the thought. She wasn't sure she wanted to be the consort of the fattest king in history, did she?

Wait...consort? Queen? Her?

Queen Elizabeth?

Maybe...

She blushed. She shouldn't think such things!

But Darius WAS delightfully fat and snuggly...and he looked like he would be able to sire a healthy set of sons. A boy of such poundage and girth was certain to be a strong producer. Or at least, she hoped he would be!

Elizabeth became so lost in her daydreaming, watching Darius guzzle down plate after plate of food, his belly swelling and stretching and groaning from the effort of keeping up with its master's torturous ingestion, that she forgot how fast time was moving!

"Huuh...huuuh...Huuurrgghh...uuunnghh!"

Darius grunted and groaned! His belly was SOOOO full! He was struggling to breathe as he wriggled uncomfortably in his chair, while under the table, Bretton tried desperately to alleviate the obvious pain by giving his master a belly-rub!

"Perhaps his Royal Highness should retire to his bedroom?" Xavian suggested.

"N-no!...BELCH!...D-des-sert!" Darius begged! He couldn't POSSIBLY leave without sampling Tessie's marvellous array of puddings, cakes and pies! While Bretton and Xavian massaged Darius's belly, the Crown Prince commanded any nearby servant-boys to bring him one of every single dessert that was on offer. And to forcefeed them down his throat if they had to! This show of total, unashamed, hoggish, masochistic gluttony was too much for Elizabeth! She felt a bit lightheaded! She moved back from the table a bit to let the servant-boys come through. As she looked around the crowded dining-hall, she noticed that Darius wasn't the only one in a state of agonised bliss! Almost everyone else had reached the same level of bloated euphoria!...Well...except for the Mountanians.

As Elizabeth watched everything (and unconciously kept eating even more, herself!), she spotted something enormous on the dessert-table. She reached out and caught a passing servant-boy.

"Who are you?" she asked.
"Ethan, my lady", he said, bowing, "Prince Tristan's servant".

The slightly older servant-boy pointed out his young master, a few seats down on the long childrens' table.

"What's that over there?" Elizabeth asked. She indicated an enormous brown mountain, one, it appeared to be, of several such monstrosities.

"Those are the royal dessert-cakes", Ethan explained. "One for each member of the royal family".

"They're enormous!"

"They're a full 250 pounds each, my lady".

"Oh my! Oh my, my, my!" Elizabeth gasped!

She stared at Darius. Watching him feed like a hog was exciting! She so rarely got to see the prince, she began to wonder just how much food he could really eat...?

Darius groaned while servant-boys fanned him and fed him. He was on the very edge of his belly's capacity. He was gasping for breath and belching loudly while his servant-boys kept massaging him. Then, he felt someone grasping his right hand and kissing it! Trying not to compress his belly too much, Darius's head rolled to the side and he stared down to see Elizabeth kissing his signet-ring!

"I hope that His Royal Highness..." Elizabeth said, "...Will grow as immense as he can to show his appreciation of the love displayed to him by one of his greatest admirers", she said.

Darius's mouth opened slowly, as if to ask what Elizabeth was talking about.

"If His Royal Highness truly wishes to acknowledge the love of his followers and admirers, he will consume his own personal cake of celebration, baked for him for this occasion", Elizabeth.

"Huh?" Darius gasped.

Up on the royal dais, unknown to the princes and their friends down below, the King and Queen had secretly been watching Darius's performance. The Queen blushed.

"What a boy..." she said. "...Such a big, fat pig! Such a hungry boy! Oh I'm so PROUD of my little Darius!"

"He's not so little anymore, my darling", said Chandler.

"Oh yes he is!" said the Queen firmly, "He is yet to attain his father's impressive display of tonnage!" she added, and hugged her enormous, cuddly husband and kissed him in front of the entire court! Chandler laughed nervously and blushed! Everyone chuckled.

The enormous cake was laid on the table before Darius. His mouth fell as far open as it possibly could as he gawped at the chocolate monster. He stared to his left and to his right, to see six servant-boys, all with spoons in their hands. Then he remembered the orders he'd given them.

...And they weren't about to stop now.

Darius gasped as he was literally forcefed the entire cake! Every single crumb, chocolate wafer, strawberry and cherry was shoved down his throat in a slow, agonising display of royal gluttony and gross debauchery! By the time he was done, Darius could barely breathe! He gasped and whimpered in agony before the entire court! Javelin entered to carry the insensible glutton from the dining-hall. Elizabeth followed him...