“Oh my god,” Beth gasped upon entering the room.
The room was, in a word, massive. The single bedroom was easily bigger than Beth’s entire apartment. Directly ahead in front her, it’s head against the wall, was giant king sized four poster bed with thin velvety looking drapes that could be pulled around it. To the left of the bed, past the left side bed table topped with books, was a set of open double doors that lead to a large walk in closet that was practically overflowing with clothes. To the right, past a night stand with a cup of some steaming brew, was another set of open double doors that lead to a magnificent looking master bathroom.
Centered on the left was a beautifully built fireplace with a comfy looking armchair in front of it. Right of the fireplace, between it and the closet, was fully loaded vanity with a lovely looking mirror. To the left of the fireplace was a large and imposing writing desk. The opposite wall, right of the door was covered with an ornate bookshelf, reaching from wall to wall and from the floor all the way up to the fifteen foot high ceiling. The shelves held numerous books and odd looking decorations and ornaments.
“Wow. This is like a queen’s room,” Beth said. She absentmindedly kicked off her flip flops, her petite manicured feet sinking into the soft, plush carpet. She let out a pleased coo at the sensation. So enraptured by the room’s impressive style and imposing size, Beth failed to notice that not only was the room well lit by electric lights and was rather warm but not a single surface was covered in dust. Sitting her round rump on end of the bed, Beth sighed happily.
“This bed is soooooo soft,” she told the empty room before yawning. She rubbed at her heavy eyes. She had to admit she was pretty tired and this room was so so comfy. It wouldn’t hurt to take a small nap would it?
Before she could decide, her attention was drawn to a large portrait hanging above the doorway. It was probably three feet wide and about five feet tall, it’s frame exquisite and gold. A small plaque at the base read “Lady Auriela Belview” and, judging by her portrait, she was a giant of woman. Her face was round with thick plump lips, puffy full cheeks, and a puffy double chin. Glamorous makeup - glittery eye shadow, bright pink blush, scarlet lipstick, and more - covered her chubby face and her hair, a glorious mane of blonde curls, pooled around her shoulders. Her thick neck led into equally thick shoulders that led in very fat biceps, pudgy arms, and swollen looking hands, adorned with dozen of rings. Her hands rested comfortably on her enormously round belly, it’s girth stretching her dress taut and disappearing beyond the frames of the portrait. Propped atop her gut were the largest breasts Beth had ever seen, each easily larger than their owner’s head. A field of squishy, freckled cleavage bulged out of her dress and her thick nipples pressed against the the fabric, painted in absurd detail.
“Holy shit she’s huge,” Beth laughed. Looking around the room, Beth wondered what to explore first.
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