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“Shh-ikikan! You ho-ve a visitor, Amagi is here to sh-ee you.” The voice of my secretary Atago, her mouth full, called out to me. Atago was lounging across a fainting couch catty-corner to me, up against the wall of my spacious office. She had in her hand a plate of fluffy pancakes covered in syrup. It was still morning and this was no doubt her second meal of the day at least. Atago had on her uniform which was many sizes too small. Its white fabric and gold buttons reached only far enough to cover the heavy cruiser’s gigantic chest. Her gargantuan belly, which lazily lolled in front of her, was distended far enough to droop over the edge of the couch by several inches. My fat secretary was meant to be in the receiving room just outside my office, but she preferred the comfort of the fainting couch. Plus from there she could see anyone who entered the lobby. Considering there was very little actual business I let her get away with this. At the moment I too was having my second meal

Princess Victoria used to be slim as a pencil, hardly filling out a B cup, rump flatter than a cutting board, and midriff void of any pudge whatsoever. Even as a 25 year old, she had always been the frailest girl for as long as she could remember… always the bottom pick… always the quietest in a crowd. So, when she was appointed Queen, she vowed that she would never be the smallest woman in a room ever again. The attitude of the raven-haired girl had changed the moment the crown had been placed upon her head. Her meek voice became booming, her slouched body stiffened, and concealed hands lively and commanding. As the lone ruler of the land, Victoria did away with all who had looked down upon her, and surrounded herself with her loyal followers. Within a matter of days, her mother’s kingdom was torn to the ground, and was replaced with what could only be described as “Victorialand.” It wasn’t until everything was arranged to her liking that the new queen began to eat. Victoria