You tug at your collar, direly nervous about appearing before the local countess. Most of the room before you was just as you expected; regal arch windows with red satin curtains over gold trimmings, letting the sunlight shine against the glittering marble tiles adorning the floor. The countess herself, however, was nothing like you remembered her. What could she possibly have been eating, to have grown so large in such a short time? Her own white gown seemed to be stretched to its limit trying to contain her plump figure, the fabric straining and tearing at the sides as it endures having to lug around that massive weight of her round belly, so taut it molded to every little feature, all the way down to those stretch marks and that deep, dark navel. You shudder as her eyes settle on you. You expected her to be the pinnacle of prim and proper… but instead, she lets out a stunningly uncouth and shameless belch, rattling your ears and echoing throughout the massive chamber. “Oh, my apologies. My last visitor was dreadfully impolite, I’m afraid,” the countess huffs, laying one hand on her massive gut as if to quell some raging beast - fair enough, given the way it growled and roared like a lion. What she meant by her words, you couldn’t know… though, if you didn’t know any better, you could almost swear you saw the slightest hints of movement in that taut belly. Were you seeing things? “Now, what troubles you? State your case, but don’t take too long. I have a rather troublesome subject here that I need to relax and… process.”
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