With armed guards around her palatial estate, Cherie felt decadently secure, lying around
in opulence, and luxurious comfort, being stuffed continually by servants with rich, fattening
food, while the workers outside in the town became more hungry and more desperate. As each
week passed they were more indignant and rebellious. The incident in which her true nature and
appearance was exposed, inflamed the lower classes and several riots had broken out near her
estate. The story of her huge, pampered pearshaped ass bursting out of the girdle had become a
metaphor for their relationship with her - they were the girdle that supported her tremendously fat
ass! Meanwhile, as Cherie lay around all day wallowing in gluttony straining the muscles of her
servants to keep up with her rapid weight gain, she often fantasized about Rod and how
stimulating it would be to subjugate the young buck to her "divine fanny." Rod, though a victim
of the layoffs, having to scratch and claw to eek out a living, still could not forget the incredible
vision of this beautiful young woman bound in a tight gown, bejeweled and arrogant, so bloated
and fat that her girdles and corsets could not contain her huge ass cheeks, her blubbery belly and
the image she wanted to project. But her arrogance was so great that Rod suspected she was turned
on by the thought of her enormously fat ass bursting free in front of him and he was right. And
she could not have known how really hot it got him!
But the Empress was tipping her imperial scales at 570 lbs. Her youth and genes were
giving way to her total gluttony and lack of exercise. Her face was now big and round with two
well-developed chins. Her pear shape was becoming less defined. Her massive ass, formerly large
globed cheeks, thrusting out proudly, with round cleavage, was beginning to turn flabby as she
piled the fat on. Rick and Eric counted more dimples by the week. Her waist was expanding
rapidly, her belly rolls were bulging out and hanging down well toward her chubby knees, forming
a flab apron. Her breasts were still large, but they weren't growing as fast as her belly, ass and
thunder thighs. Cherie would not stand without her slaves' lifting and supporting her. She was
becoming what she wanted to be - helpless, lying around, at most, sitting propped up, constantly
bloated from continual gorging. Immobility and totally reliant on male muscle kept her pussy wet,
even as she panted for breath.
As Cherie lay on her enormous reinforced padded couch in her palatial "sultan's room,"
being fed alternately from piles of pastries and piles of rich meat dishes, then from piles of
bonbons and sweets, she daydreamed of the exciting climax of that whole scene, when her fat
burst out in front of those rough virile men...and the power of her wealth kept them at bay. The
more she was stuffed, the more bloated she became, and the more she fantasized about that
gorgeous young aggressive hunk Rod rebelling against her enormous fat fanny. Alas, she had to
settle for Rip and Eric, wimps that they were, to satisfy her hot desire. Her muscular servants,
however, were not as enthusiastic in this endeavor, as they were increasingly turned off by her
extreme gluttony, total indolence and her ever-growing mounds of fat. She ordered one to hold
her massive cheeks apart while the other was forced to perform cunnilingus on her, while still a
third young male continued feeding her chubby face. She farted and belched frequently puffing
"oh...I'm so bloated....." delighting in her slaves' revulsion. Once Eric summoned enough
courage to suggest that she go on a diet. She faked indignation and ordered him to drop in front of
her couch and perform 100 pushups. Then when he was done, winded and somewhat exhausted,
she forced him to kneel before her in the sitting position, with Rick assisting by lifting her belly
fat, and ordering Eric to bury his cute face in her crotch, between the rolls of her thigh fat. In this
way she almost smothered him!
On another occasion she ordered the men to lift her and set her down on a gilded 18th
century French chair. When the men protested that it would not be able to support her nth
fanny, she scoffed. With her mouth stuffed with bonbons, she replied, " you silly fools! my petite
little behind is light as a feather." Her slaves lifted her nude ass and obediently set her full 570 lbs
on the antique seat, which was totally buried as her fanny cheeks engengulfed. As her weight settled
down upon it, it creaked loudly and before her full weight bore down, it collapsed, and Cherie
gasped "help!" as her men struggled to again assume the immense burden of her lazy fat
ass.Fortunately for her, once again, their muscles barely succeeded in bearing up her huge ass
within an inch of the floor. And of course, she blamed them, for which they were made to perform
hours of gruelling workouts as she lay stuffing.
But Cherie was not unaware of the disgust and rebellion lurking both outside and in her
palace. She had a helicopter on the roof and a secret panel which hid an elevator to the top so that
she could escape quickly if rebellion against her imperial fat fanny could not be crushed.
By the time the rebellion came, Cherie was tipping her golden scales at 690 lbs. Other
obese women may have still been mobile, but not the Empress. Her total indolence had made her
weak and totally out of shape as well as bloated and fat. Her muscles had atrophied from complete
laziness, as was her desire. In fact, she didn't even know whether she could sit up, stand up or
walk, because she hadn't had to do so under her own power for so long.
Cherie lay nude, propped up on huge cushions in her palatial, gilded bedroom on the third
floor of her palace, arms lying inert as Eric crammed endless numbers of cream-filled donuts into
her mouth. Her heavy ass sank deep into the mattress. She wore only large diamonds. She was
watching a giant screen video which came down from the ceiling at the touch of a button ( a
slave's touch, of course!). The film portrayed young beautiful, muscular, virile men, scantily clad,
straining their muscular pecs and biceps and strong backs in the hot sun, working in a rock quarry.
Cherie's fat face was flushed and she could feel her pussy moistening under the fat rolls of her
immense belly.
Suddenly, there came a knock on the massive doors to her bedroom chamber.
"Your worshipful highness!" called her vizier, Alec. " Come" sighed Eric, bored to tears
with his endless feeding. Alec burst into the huge room and ran across the huge Persian carpet to
the foot of the bed. He was visibly shaken.
"There's an attack on the house! The men in the town have stormed the perimeter and are
already charging the guards at the doors!"
Cherie, at first arrogantly annoyed at the interruption, raised an eyebrow and swallowed
the last donut. Her chins shook as she raised her head slightly. Without even so much as using the
effort to wave her fat, flabby arm, she looked at Alec sluggishly and belched loudly. "Tell the
gaahhds to kill them....I have to faarht, you fool," she mumbled lazily, first at Alec, then at Rip
and Eric.
"But your royal fanny! They are bent on revenge. They want your imperial behind!"
"Nonsense," she muttered, as the boys groaned to move Cherie's heavy fat thighs apart for
her. "Order my gaahrds to protect my awards fanny," she replied, unconcerned. As the men's hands
dug into her thigh and belly fat and pulled it back, a long, loud fart escaped the far ass.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed with relief. She looked at Alec, her fat lips almost in a smile, still
in a sluggish stupor.
"But they're armed and they're advancing quickly.....the guards......the guards........." he
waited.
"My gaaarhds are what?" she asked, finally stirring to life.
"They're fleeing. They don't want to fight for your fanny!"
For the first time, Alec saw a glimmer of fear in the enormous woman's eyes. Then, from
below, they could hear the noise of the doors being forced open and the sound of footsteps as men
rushed up the main staircases and began to storm the first and second floors.
"Those cowards, " Cherie whined. She looked at her slaves, still without moving a muscle,
then barked at them. "Save me, you fools! Where are my body slaves?"
Alec had moved to close and lock the bedroom door. "Chris and Jock, the weight bearers,
were downstairs. Perhaps they will stay and fight the invaders," he replied.
Still caught in the fantasy of her omnipotence, she replied, "I order them to fight to the
death to protect my awards fanny!" She began to pant now as she became more agitated. Eric and
Rip stood motionless, taking it all in. The two twinks stood almost naked themselves, with nothing
but gold thongs on, their fannies literally exposed in this decadent scene as much as the massive
fanny of their Empress. The noise from below grew louder. There were gunshots.
Alec said, "You must go to the elevator, your worship. I will go to prepare the chopper!"
He turned to the boys. "Help her!" he exclaimed, and bolted out the door.
"Help me, you fools!" the fat woman wheezed.
"What elevator?" Rip asked in a panic.
"....<gasp>....over behind that...panel," Cherie answered and for the first time struggled to
lift her right arm to point, then dropped it, exhausted. "Hurry!....<pant>....carry me to the elevator
behind the panel...."
Rip and Eric looked at each other. "We can't lift your big fat ass. This is what you get,
you big fat hog!" Rip whined, almost effeminately.
"Yeah, I'm saving my own let fanny!" Eric said sarcastically. Whereupon they both
turned to run to the balcony. But before they could, the bedroom door burst open violently and
there stood Rod, virile and sexy as ever, with a fiery look of anticipation in his eyes. His tan,
muscular body rippled with power.
Eric and Rip were caught with their rears exposed.
Amazingly enough, Rod was alone. He had vaulted up to the imperial bedroom first,
guessing where it was. He quickly surveyed the scene within - rich food everywhere, gold, jewels,
silk, a mountain of feminine fat on the bed and two twinks, soft, pampered twinks with their asses
hanging out, frozen in their tracks. He rushed to the bed. Cherie grunted and panted as she tried to
sit up. Her jowly fat face turned red with the effort, donut cream still on her mouth. Her beautiful
eyes, buried in such a fat face, met Rod's. They locked for a moment. Then Rod stared at her fat
body, cellulite, dimples and rolls of fat everywhere. She was buried in her own fat and was
suffocating from her gluttony and indolence. His dick immediately began to swell. Rip and Eric
noticed his trance and started to sneak toward the balcony. "Stop!" Rod yelled, raising his pistol.
"Help me, you fools," Cherie pitifully whined at her servants.
"Help you how?" Rod asked.
"To escape you, you ...<pant>.....uncivilized vandal!" she wheezed.
Rod gestured at Cherie and the food surrounding her. "You call this civilized? But how do
you plan to escape, my dear? The estate is surrounded."
Rip squealed, "there's an elevator over here," and pointed to the panel.
Rod turned to the helpless elephantine woman. "I will help you escape, but we only have
minutes before those men make it up here. And they want your big fat ass! Get up!"
Cherie grunted helplessly and even let out another fart from the effort. She panted weakly,
"I can't move...my slaves......job........" Rod's rod got harder.
He turned to the other men and pointed the gun. "Help me lift her up!" They reluctantly
moved toward the bed. Within seconds the men had Cherie sitting up, then bearing much of her
weight up they carried her ponderously across the big room to the secret panel. The floor creaked
as they reached it and they let much of her weight settle. Her legs shook weakly as she struggled to
support some of her own weight. Her belly hung down to mid-thighs and her enormous ass
swelled out behind her like giant balloons, the huge crack big enough to hide Rod's arm. Her hips
flared out wide with fat and her thighs met to her flabby knees, even with her legs spread wide.As
they reached the panel, Rod heard the townsmen coming down the outer hallway. Cherie pointed
to the switch and the panel slide open. Rod winced. It was a single door.
"Your ass is too big to fit through that door, woman!" he shouted, his dick ever harder.
Cherie was winded from the trip from the bed and she was still very bloated from stuffing
previously. "<pant>....I'm exhausted....<pant>....I used to fit through......now get me in...I order
you....<pant>"
There was a bench in the elevator car padded and cushioned. With Rod's help, Cherie
moved into the doorway. Her fat shoulders barely made it through. But her huge hips wedged
tightly as the men pushed and lifted her enormous, decadent cellulose."Oh! Oh!.I'm stuck!..." she
panted, as they used all of their muscle to push, push her bloated fat ass. "Oh, it hurts! <pant pant>
You're hurting my cellulose fanny!!" she wheezed. Her chins, tits and belly fat shook and undulated
back and forth as the men strained against her rear. She could hear Eric and Rip run away
suddenly and felt only the hands of her hero as the other men stormed the room. "Oh, help!!!" she
whined pitifully. Rod summoned all of his muscle power and gave it one more heave. Suddenly,
Cherie's fat ass popped through the door and she bounced into the back of the car.Rod rushed in
behind her and closed the door - a very tight fit as Cherie consumed most of the car's volume. He
turned her around and she sank to the bench. They heard gunshots as the motors struggled to lift
them up to the roof.
On the roof, Cherie was relieved to see Jock and Chris waiting with Alec and the chopper
engine running. Rod explained to Alec that he had not had much warning of the attack, but that he
wanted to save the Empress.The four men turned Cherie sideways and again she got wedged in the
door coming out. However, her profile dimensions were not quite as big as her beam and she was
popped through quicker and onto a stretcher.
As the transport helicopter lifted into the air, Rod bent over and kissed Cherie right on her
fat beautiful lips. Cherie, though breathless, kissed back. She was hot for this real hunk. Her fanny
quivered with the sexual excitement. The chopper flew on to the airport where Cherie was clothed
in a huge muu muu and loaded aboard her luxury airliner. She and Rod were flown to her even
bigger and more decadent palace on a remote mountain island in the Caribbean. Alec smiled at her
incredible luck to have had the rebel leader fall in love with her fat ass. Rod became subjugated to
Cherie's fanny, actually bowing down on his knees and kissing it and swearing allegiance to it!!
And afterwards, after feeding Cherie until she couldn't breath, he buried his cute rugged face in
her mountainous cheeks, reveling in her decadent fat and when he first pulled out his huge dick,
Cherie was delighted because she knew that she would always be completely stuffed at both ends
all the time. Rod was constantly hard from the thought of Cherie' total gluttony, decadence,
indolence and weak, helpless reliance on his muscles - even though the fatter her ass got, the more
in her power he found himself. They married - muscular feeder and soft fat feedee - and lived
happily and heavier everafter. At last weigh in, Cherie was closing in on 2000 pounds a solid ton
of devine fanny!
THE DEVINE FAT END