Darius snored. He'd had an exhausting day of exercises, feedings, measurings and checkups. He just wanted to relax and snooze until noon tomorrow...when began the first day of the rest of his life. He yawned and snuggled down, his eyelids heavy and slow...

The prince's bedroom doors swung open and a figure carrying a five-arm candelabrum entered. The handsome brass candelabrum was placed on the prince's bedside table and the curtains on one side of his colossal bed were pulled back.

With a slowly opening mouth and bulging eyes, which slowly narrowed to slits and a mouth to a wide grin, the soon-to-be Princess Elizabeth...surveyed her future husband.

And WHAT a husband!

Darius's bed was enormous and luxurious. But it was not properly 'king-sized'. Darius was now so gigantic that he filled the entire bed with his form, and what didn't fill the bed, poured over the sides, bulging against the curtains. Darius snored and his fat belly rippled and quivered as he snorted like a slumbering hog.

Elizabeth stared at her colossal boyfriend. She shuddered. So ENORMOUS...She hadn't imagined it was possible for Darius to grow so stupendously, staggeringly, crushingly obese! With a careful hand, she reached out and rubbed his sides and prodded her hand into one of his tender rolls of blubber.

"Guurrrgghhh...nnrrocnk..." Darius snorted. "Uuuurrrrggghhhmmmmrrrrm...wh..huh..."

The entire bed shook and vibrated alarmingly as Darius shifted his huge bulk! The bedframe, made of solid Mountanian oak, vibrated and creaked as he struggled to move his volumous posterior enough to shift and look down to his left.

"Huh!" he gasped, "Wh...h-Hi L-Le-eE-E-lizabeth..." he said.

Elizabeth registered the depth of Darius's voice. She expected it was his increased size, hormones and other...attributes...that led to his voice deepening. Perhaps the increased weight-gain had sped up the process of puberty. Yes, that was it.

"Y-you're not supposed to be here", Darius said, "Ain't it bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding?"

"I snuck out of mother's bedroom", Elizabeth whispered, "I...I heard...whispers", she said, "And I wanted to see for myself. I mean, I have a RIGHT, don't I?" she asked uncertainly.

"Riiiight..." Darius said slowly. "Oh! Um...Yeah!" he spurted out, "Y-yeah! Yeah completely!" he said, nodding his head, which made his boobs and chins jiggle. Elizabeth giggled. She liked that nervous, eager-to-please side of Darius. It was sweet.

She squeezed him playfully, "You're so BIG!" she said.

Darius laughed, "Thanks!" he said.

"I...I guess I'll have to be just as big to...to be queen one day", she added.

"Um, well no", said Darius, "O-only um, if you were the reigning queen. If you're the Queen Consort like what mother is, you don't have to. But papa says that once um...we start a...family...the...natural processes...will cause weight gain anyway".

Elizabeth blushed and Darius grinned.

"We...don't have to".

"Oh yes we do!"

"No I mean we don't have to start right AWAY!"

"Oh! Oh no! No! Um...um...hmmm. Uh...Yeah, when...when we're ready".

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes. When we're ready".

She hugged him playfully. "You are SO squishy and snuggly!" she giggled. Darius laughed! Elizabeth gasped when a huge hand grabbed her by the back and squeezed her assuringly.

"One day you'll be just as big, huh Lizzie?"

"I hate Lizzie", said Elizabeth. "It's Elizabeth, or it's Betty".

Darius smiled, "Big Betty", he teased. She giggled!

"Big King Darius!" she teased. Darius laughed!

"A-Are you nervous...about tomorrow?" Elizabeth asked.

"A bit..." said Darius.

"M-me too. I mean, mother and father are very happy. They said they always hoped I'd marry a prince. They told me last night. They were happy I like you and that you like me. They only acted like they did because they were worried that...what's happened...would...well...happen".

Darius felt his belly gurgle.

"I'm sorry", Darius said.

"It's...it's alright", said Elizabeth. "I still like you", she said.

Darius gasped when he felt Elizabeth trying to climb on top of him!

"Y-you feel he-heavier than before!" Darius said as she grabbed at rolls of fat to pull herself up!

"Mother's been feeding me pretty heavily lately", she said. "She said no prince would ever marry a scarecrow girl".

Darius didn't want to hurt Elizabeth's feelings, but the Duchess was right. He couldn't stand girls who didn't have at least SOME meat on them. By the looks of things, Elizabeth had been fed a whole whale!

"Wow this is soft!" she said as she lay on Darius's belly. "I might sleep here tonight".

"Won't your mother object?"

"Hey, she can't force us to get married again!"

Darius laughed. "Yes that's true", he said.