Patreon Prompt 623

Prompt: During his quest to obtain a legendary warrior queen’s hand in marriage, a traveling nobleman is cursed by a rogue sorcerer. By the time he arrives at her castle, the nobleman has transformed into an overweight slob, but the queen doesn’t seem to mind.

            Queen Trenta had seen her fair share of suitors. However, each of them had been lackluster in their attempts to woo the woman who had conquered many a terrifying enemy with her legendary strength. That’s why when she heard that a feeble nobleman by the name of Emile had run afoul of a sorcerer’s curse, she didn’t so much as blink an eye. Upon his arrival at the castle gates, she put on her favorite cloak and armor in preparation to receive yet another, disappointing attempt to claim her hand in marriage.

            Trenta’s well-rehearsed fake smile faltered as she observed the large mass waddling through her throne room. The expensive clothing had been tightly wound around Emile’s bulbous gut in an attempt to use it to support his head-sized, sagging man boobs. Probably unable to find a suitably large pair of pants to fit sound his hips, he was wearing a wide skirt that left little to the imagination when it came to his meaty butt cheeks.

            Upon reaching the queen, Emile heaved himself down on one of his blubbery legs. Though he tried to explain his condition, he kept getting interrupted by loud belches rolling up his thick throat. A shade of beet red spread across his chubby cheeks as a thunderous BBRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP sprung forth from his rear to lift up hi skirt. While he struggled to find a proper way to apologize for his outbursts, the queen merely stomped toward him. Looming over the lobby nobleman, she gave him a genuine smile along with an invitation to join her for dinner.