The unmerciful fattening had caused Darius's weight to shoot upwards more than double what it was! From 1,700 pounds to two whole tons! Darius's grandfather, at the height of his reign, didn't weigh this much! And Darius was acutely aware of the fact that his father now only weighed a thousand pounds (give or take a few dozen), more than he did!

His stupendous weight filled his lap...his legs...his bed...Darius had often fantasized about being so fat that he literally couldn't move!...A fantastical fate that had only ever come true to a handful of Fatlantean kings in recorded history...but Darius wasn't sure he really wanted that!

The Crown Prince had no qualms about being gigantically huge...He'd always been so much bigger than everyone else that it never bothered him, and truth be told, he was quite proud...okay VERY proud...of this. But he didn't want to become an immobile blob!

Bretton and Xavian were beside themselves. They kept telling Darius what a GREAT honour it was going to be, to serve a king as stupendous as he doubtlessly, was going to be, and what great prosperity and wonderment Darius would bring to his kingdom.

Darius felt proud, but on the other hand, he was still scared. He was worried about Elizabeth! What on earth would she think!?

The only real upside to the forcefeeding was that Darius's stomach was now able to handle even greater and greater amounts of food. So he didn't get as bloated as often as he used to, and Bretton and Xavian didn't have to massage him as frequently as once they did.

But on the other hand, his increased...capacity...meant that his father had ordered him to be fed even MORE! Although Dr. Farrier weighed him every second day, Darius was beginning to lose all track of his weight! He knew he was about two tons now...but what would he be like in another two weeks!?

On the evening before Darius's big day, the doctor came in to weight Darius again with his special winch and crane. Darius was...