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The sun radiates bright with heat and the ground scald hot, but luckily for the colorfully clothed gentleman, riding on his horse, the tap from the hooves resounding rhythmically against the stony ground as the horse trotted onward, he didn't have to walk. This gentleman wasn't a nomad, but a jester. He wore his clothing proudly, along with his famed, long nosed mask, placed proudly on his face, a wide grin displayed happily across the mask, the strap wrapped around the back of his head comfortably. He held his head up high and his nose poised far. From one kingdom to another, this lanky Jester rode on his horse, he would spread various odd tales of imaginary kingdoms, creating situations that would tickle many of the royalties' fancies.

Upon clopping up a hill, the jester scanned the vast open plains, looking around seeing which kingdom he was invited to. Hmm, he was told that this was a long running kingdom, so that would exclude that little establishment where all the tents are held up at. You've had previous experiences with recently formed kingdoms like that one, the fight for the crown among them women can be incredibly brutal and the last thing they want is to be distracted by some foolish jester who accidentally caused a Queen to explode. How was this innocent Jester suppose to know that she was cursed with a spell that blows her up bigger the more she laughs? It could have happened to anyone. Anyone who was invited by the high counselor.... Oh.

Anywho, after analyzing his surroundings he saw a kingdom with a distinct symbol. The same kind of symbol that he saw on the invitation he was given earlier. The jester snapped his whip and rode his horse towards the kingdom.

On his way to the kingdom, the jester her a woman scream and resounding explosion that shook the ground lightly, scaring his horse. Looking in the direction the sound came from, he saw the tented kingdom shake as if it had gone through a brief earthquake. Never meddle in the kingdom's crowning decision.

As he reached the kingdom's gate, the guards opened up for him, expecting his imminent arrival. He trotted on his horse towards the large castle at the end on the walled-off kingdom. He saw as kids looked up at him and giggled, waving at him. He would wave back with his jingling, gloved hand. The mask smiled at the kids and their parents who came out to greet the passing jester. The bells on his suit jingling happily with each step the horse took. Upon arriving at the castle, the jester dismounted his horse and walked up to the castle, where the high counselor waited for him. The jester was getting a feeling of déjà vu.

The high counselor bowed her head to greet the jester, she was a curvy woman, she was dressed in the proper robes, colored in the kingdom's color, wine red. Elegant. Though, like most of the women he's met, she sported a sizable belly, about the size of a large pumpkin, but rounder. Her robes did a rotten job at hiding her large gut, that is to say IF she was trying to hide it. The counselor motioned the jester to follow, which he did so obediently.

"Thank you for coming" said the counselor, giving the jester a smile.

"Don't mention it, its a pleasure, and honor, to entertain the kings and queens of this land. I live for it," he replies, his mask smiling back, always happily.

"I see," the high counselor says, "I knew you were right, after all the things I've heard about you from my sources."

"Oh?" replied the Jester nervously, sweating beneath his mask, "Is that right?"

"Mhmm, my sources told me everything about you. They told heard you always make everyone laugh greatly. That they'd be bursting with laughter," she added.

"Oh... Well that's true," he half confessed, uncomfortable the counselor's choice of words. Trying to shrug the thought off, the jester's eyes fell down on the counselor's swollen gut, "So, umm, how long did you work on... That," he asked, pointing at it.

"Oh, this is like a hobby, I work on it from time to time to keep it this big," she replied, giving her belly a gentle rub.

"Wow, I wonder how big you'll get if it was your main objective," the jester wondered, giving a slight chuckle.

"Oh, you'll see," she chimes happily, walking on. The jester was a bit perplexed by this response. As they walked on, they passed various waitresses, who were either sporting small bellies or didn't have one at all.

"Oh, so does the size of one's belly establish were the person works?" Jester kept on with his questions, looking at the various workers around him.

"No no, these waitresses can be bigger than me but they'll still be working here, serving the Queen," explained the high counselor.

They pass by a door, where the jester sees a waitress, she appears to be in what looks to be like some sort of kitchen. This waitress seems to be caressing a giant orb which is her gut, her size greatly surpassing that of the counselor's, no questions asked. Though by the looks of it, she seems to have trouble keeping all the food that she has eaten down, obviously having over done it. The waitress groans horribly, she rubs her belly in attempts to soothe the pressure that's growing within her straining orb. Despite all that she has eaten, on her gut laid a single cooked shrimp, probably being the straw that'll break the camel's back. Whether she eats the shrimp or not, the jester didn't want to know. He hurried to catch up to the high counselor, who was unaware by the jester's pause. He catches up to her and they walk up to the double doors leading to the throne room.

The doors at the throne room creaked as it was pushed open, the high counselor walking in joined by the colorful jester, jingling with each jolly step he decided to take to make his entrance. He looked around the grand, elegant throne room, from the counselor's confused look, to the knights who stand by the throne's side. And then there's the Queen, siting proudly on her throne, awaiting for the entertainment to come.

The Queen was like any other Queen the jester has seen, shining crown, elegant clothing, a high and mighty posture, and, of course, a belly jutting out magnificently, its sheer size surpassing any other's gut in the whole kingdom, including that over engorged waitress back in the kitchen. This gut was a grand sight to behold, it protruded outwards magnificently and straining against its fabric fabulously. This indeed was a shining example of gluttony and greed elegantly mixed together to create something big, round and beautiful.

"Well?" asked the Queen, snapping the mesmerized jester out of his trance. "Are you gonna stand there with that stupid grin on your face or are you going to entertain me? I have a big feast to attend to shortly," barked the Queen.

"Umm, that's a mask," reported the counselor.

"Oh, yes, and I'm terribly sorry my Queen, its just your vast gut is very hypnotic and I couldn't tear my eyes away." the jester apologized.

"Oh... Well thank you. But regardless, I'm still waiting for my entertainment, so how about you remove that creepy mask you're wearing and start entertaining me," demanded the Queen rashly.

"Oh no, I couldn't, this mask is part of my outfit! You wouldn't want your entertainment ruined, would you?" asked the jester, knowing how to weasel out of showing his mask.

"No... I suppose not," sighed the Queen in defeat, resting her hands on her engorged orb, feeling the firmness that comes with such a large gut, "so... How will you entertain me?"

"With a story!" announced the jester, "One that I'm sure you'll love! Everyone else did."

"Oh, a story?" she asked, intrigued, "I do love a good story!"

"Very well then, this story starts at a town, a humble one at best, which had an unnatural problem. For you see, this town was being ravaged by a dragon!" the Jester began, excitedly, "This dragon-"

"Hold up!" the Queen quickly interrupted, attempting to stand up in anger, forgetting that such an is difficult while possessing a large gut. After falling back on her chair, the Queen crossed her arms over her belly and continued, "I believe I've heard this story before, there is cake involved in this story, isn't there." the Queen interrogated, disappointed and angered.

"Uh.. Well, yes. But how could you possibly recognize this story? I never tell the same story twice in one kingdom!" the Jester exclaimed, confused by this shocking event.

"My friend told me this story a while back, you must have told it to her in her kingdom." the Queen explained, "Also, wasn't the dragon taking advantage of the town's predicament?" Queen continued, puzzled.

"This is an edited version," he confessed.

"Edited, Shmedited, I would rather hear a new story, now!" demanded the Queen, pounding her fist down.

"Now?" asked the Jester, he exchanged a look of worry with the high counselor, his smiling mask helping in no way showing his current emotion. In reality, he never actually visits a kingdom twice, so he only has that one story that he heavily relies on, always. He does have a few others though, but he has been advised intensely NOT to tell those tales, especially in front of Queens. Sadly, today is a day where he'll need to ignore their advice, he has no other choice. "I do have one other story," the Jester spoke up, worried, "but I don't know if you'll like it."

"Has anyone else heard this story?" she asked eagerly.

"Uhh... No, Its, umm... kinda... new-ish" the Jester said, trying to choose his words carefully.

"Fantastic! Let me hear it," she said.

"Uhh... Okay..." he said hesitantly, "Here. I. Go." Jester cleared his throat, trying to see if he can stall long enough.

"Yeah, alright, just tell the dang story already." the Queen demanded.

"Alright, this story starts in a kingdom," the Jester began.

"In this kingdom lived a glorious, beautiful, elegant Queen. This Queen was the grandest in all of her kingdom!"

"Bigger than me?" interrupted the Queen, a bit taken back by the Jester's description.

"Oh, heavens no. You're are by far the biggest Queen I have ever seen," said the Jester, the mask hiding the tell tale sighs of him lying to her face. He has learned many things when traveling kingdom to kingdom: question odd belly growths, never travel to newly created kingdoms and always lie to save your skin, are among the most important lessons he has learned. "She is the biggest of HER kingdom."

"Alright..." said the Queen, eyeing the Jester, "continue."

"Alright, so this Queen was having a grand and elegant feast! And everyone was invited to attend this event! Well not really, but it was still a big deal to be in it.

This was an annual that the Queen liked to hold monthly due to the exquisite dishes the chefs prepared for such an occasion. This feast was too commemorate the brave knights who fought to keep this kingdom safe. Sadly, now its a day that commemorates the Queens insatiable and everlasting appetite. Fortunately, it meant that a few others would also get to enjoy of these fine dishes.

This feast held all sorts of delicious entrees. Entrees you probably never heard of! From roasted turkey breast to steamed troll thighs. Its a lot better than it sounds, trust me."

Some of the knights nodded in agreement.

"Now, this was a different occasion for the Queen, she was prepared to eat a lot more than usual. The reason behind this, you see, was because the Queen was warned that she was in danger of getting dethroned. The local slob was starting to grow a sizable belly. If the Queen wasn't careful or prepared for his, her citizens will declare that the slob should be the new Queen. The Queen could not allow that to happen.

While everyone was eating slowly and savoring every bite from the delicious, heavenly entrées, the Queen was wasting no time in emptying the plates of food before her, bent on filling and expanding her belly. She had waiters running back and forth, bringing the Queen more and more plates of food, trying their hardest to satisfy her nearly bottomless gut of the Queen. But it didn't satisfy her. Nothing satisfied her hunger to grow bigger.

The Queen ate more and more, filling her gut all the way to the top, having it grow more and more. The belly wobble and expanded and grew as more food was getting eaten by the large, ravenous Queen.

The Queen continued growing and growing and growing, her belly unable to contain all this food! But she kept eating and eating, and her belly got larger and larger, until she finally-"

"Hold on!" yelled the Queen, who was becoming more and more infuriated at the Jester's story. As the Jester ceased telling the story, he realized he had jumped up on a nearby table in a moment of excitement. He put his hands down and look to the Queen.

"What?" he asks a bit annoyed, the Queen had interrupted him just at the best part.

"This story is about me, isn't it?" she asks, red in the face, scowling at him.

"Excuse me?" the Jester asks, he's confused by this awkward and out of place accusation. He felt a tug on his pants and noticed it was high counselor. He crouched down to her level and whispered, "What?"

"That story of yours..." she began, looking a bit nervous, "well, that's exactly what's happening here, except the Queen hasn't eaten yet."

It suddenly struck him where he got the idea for this story. It was before he had received the invitation, he had heard rumors about a Queen who was holding a huge feast solely but to make her belly grow bigger to maintain her position as Queen. He's starting to understand why his friends advised him not to tell this tale to anyone. He slowly looks to the Queen who, unfortunately, was already waddling her way towards him.

Grabbing him by his collar, she nearly pulled him on top of her belly, the Jester could feel how full the Queen is, how little give there was, it was nearly drum tight. Obviously she didn't wait for the feast to begin eating, taking every chance she could get. Focusing back to the Queen, his smiling mask's nose nearly touching hers, she yelled, "How DARE you tell me a start about how I'm about to explode!"

"You didn't even hear the ending!" the Jester defended.

"Oh please, as if it wasn't obvious. Tell me that you weren't planing on blowing her up!" she demanded.

"Uhh..."

"Exactly! I could have you hanged!" she yelled before feeling a tug on the back of her dress, "Huh, what?"

The High Counselor stood behind her, "Umm, Queen, I must advise you that you can't sentence him to be hanged."

"What are you talking about?" the Queen barked, "I can sentence anyone, who enters my kingdom, to be hanged!" she declared.

"Any HUMAN," the High Counselor corrected.

"Human?" the Queen asked puzzled, looking at the Jester, "What is she talking about?"

"Uhhh!" replied the Jester again, sweating intensely from within his costume.

The Queen, confused and enraged, grabbed the Jester's mask and struggled with him to remove it. The Queen barked orders to take the mask of while the Jester denied. The Jester was surprised by how agile the Queen was despite her incredibly swollen size and immobility. After much struggling, the Queen finally managed to pry the mask of the Jester's face, only to be surprised by what she saw.

The Queen, along with knights in the throne room, dropped their jaw upon witnessing that the Jester was in fact... A Goblin! His face was a sickly green, with boils that pepper his face and a nose that was half as long as his mask. The rest of his head was wrapped in that colorful fabric that he had worn proudly before.

"Okay, I know this looks bad, but please don't jump to any conclusions." the Jester begged.

"You entered my kingdom, and told me a highly offensive story, all while knowing I could do nothing to punish you for it?" the Queen asked, in pure anger.

"Like that. No, I did not, I just-"

"Well guess what? I can have my knights kill you for trespassing! Knights, after him!!" the ordered in anger. The goblin turned on his heels and began running, with the knights hot on his trail. "You and I are gonna have a talk about this," the Queen told her High Counselor.

"Yes, your highness."

The Queen marched back to her dinning room, where her guests and the food waited for her. She sat, looking at the plates if food before her, 'how dare he claim that I would blow myself up, I mean its impossible to begin with! I've had my scares but they were false alarms... I'll show him, I can all of this, and the only thing my belly will do is grow!' The Queen stuffing her mouth with the plates of food before her.
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The Jester ran as fast as he could, trying to outrun the guards that followed him. He ran down the hall, towards the castle gates, desperate to escape this kingdom. He nearly slipped on a mess of shrimp as he passed the kitchen, but he maintained his stride as he kept on. The knights weren't as fortunate as one of them slipped and fell on the shrimp that were scattered about, knocking the other knights down with him. The Jester chuckled by his fortune and put his mask back before exiting the castle.

The Jester reached his horse at the stable and mounted him quickly. But before he could "Hiya!" his horse, a loud, earth rumbling boom was heard from within the castle. The Jester gulped nervously and rode his horse out of the kingdom. The bells on his costume rang with a more sinister chime as Jester rode out, leaving the confused citizens pondering about what had just happened.

He should have listened to his friends advice.

Description
The sun radiates bright with heat and the ground scald hot, but luckily for the colorfully clothed gentleman, riding on his horse, the tap from the hooves resounding rhythmically against the stony ground as the horse trotted onward, he didn't have to walk. This gentleman wasn't a nomad, but a jester. He wore his clothing proudly, along with his famed, long nosed mask, placed proudly on his face, a wide grin displayed happily across the mask, the strap wrapped around the back of his head comfortably. He held his head up high and his nose poised far. From one kingdom to another, this lanky Jester rode on his horse, he would spread various odd tales of imaginary kingdoms, creating situations that would tickle many of the royalties' fancies.

Upon clopping up a hill, the jester scanned the vast open plains, looking around seeing which kingdom he was invited to. Hmm, he was told that this was a long running kingdom, so that would exclude that little establishment where all the tents are held up at. You've had previous experiences with recently formed kingdoms like that one, the fight for the crown among them women can be incredibly brutal and the last thing they want is to be distracted by some foolish jester who accidentally caused a Queen to explode. How was this innocent Jester suppose to know that she was cursed with a spell that blows her up bigger the more she laughs? It could have happened to anyone. Anyone who was invited by the high counselor.... Oh.

Anywho, after analyzing his surroundings he saw a kingdom with a distinct symbol. The same kind of symbol that he saw on the invitation he was given earlier. The jester snapped his whip and rode his horse towards the kingdom.

On his way to the kingdom, the jester her a woman scream and resounding explosion that shook the ground lightly, scaring his horse. Looking in the direction the sound came from, he saw the tented kingdom shake as if it had gone through a brief earthquake. Never meddle in the kingdom's crowning decision.

As he reached the kingdom's gate, the guards opened up for him, expecting his imminent arrival. He trotted on his horse towards the large castle at the end on the walled-off kingdom. He saw as kids looked up at him and giggled, waving at him. He would wave back with his jingling, gloved hand. The mask smiled at the kids and their parents who came out to greet the passing jester. The bells on his suit jingling happily with each step the horse took. Upon arriving at the castle, the jester dismounted his horse and walked up to the castle, where the high counselor waited for him. The jester was getting a feeling of déjà vu.

The high counselor bowed her head to greet the jester, she was a curvy woman, she was dressed in the proper robes, colored in the kingdom's color, wine red. Elegant. Though, like most of the women he's met, she sported a sizable belly, about the size of a large pumpkin, but rounder. Her robes did a rotten job at hiding her large gut, that is to say IF she was trying to hide it. The counselor motioned the jester to follow, which he did so obediently.

"Thank you for coming" said the counselor, giving the jester a smile.

"Don't mention it, its a pleasure, and honor, to entertain the kings and queens of this land. I live for it," he replies, his mask smiling back, always happily.

"I see," the high counselor says, "I knew you were right, after all the things I've heard about you from my sources."

"Oh?" replied the Jester nervously, sweating beneath his mask, "Is that right?"

"Mhmm, my sources told me everything about you. They told heard you always make everyone laugh greatly. That they'd be bursting with laughter," she added.

"Oh... Well that's true," he half confessed, uncomfortable the counselor's choice of words. Trying to shrug the thought off, the jester's eyes fell down on the counselor's swollen gut, "So, umm, how long did you work on... That," he asked, pointing at it.

"Oh, this is like a hobby, I work on it from time to time to keep it this big," she replied, giving her belly a gentle rub.

"Wow, I wonder how big you'll get if it was your main objective," the jester wondered, giving a slight chuckle.

"Oh, you'll see," she chimes happily, walking on. The jester was a bit perplexed by this response. As they walked on, they passed various waitresses, who were either sporting small bellies or didn't have one at all.

"Oh, so does the size of one's belly establish were the person works?" Jester kept on with his questions, looking at the various workers around him.

"No no, these waitresses can be bigger than me but they'll still be working here, serving the Queen," explained the high counselor.

They pass by a door, where the jester sees a waitress, she appears to be in what looks to be like some sort of kitchen. This waitress seems to be caressing a giant orb which is her gut, her size greatly surpassing that of the counselor's, no questions asked. Though by the looks of it, she seems to have trouble keeping all the food that she has eaten down, obviously having over done it. The waitress groans horribly, she rubs her belly in attempts to soothe the pressure that's growing within her straining orb. Despite all that she has eaten, on her gut laid a single cooked shrimp, probably being the straw that'll break the camel's back. Whether she eats the shrimp or not, the jester didn't want to know. He hurried to catch up to the high counselor, who was unaware by the jester's pause. He catches up to her and they walk up to the double doors leading to the throne room.

The doors at the throne room creaked as it was pushed open, the high counselor walking in joined by the colorful jester, jingling with each jolly step he decided to take to make his entrance. He looked around the grand, elegant throne room, from the counselor's confused look, to the knights who stand by the throne's side. And then there's the Queen, siting proudly on her throne, awaiting for the entertainment to come.

The Queen was like any other Queen the jester has seen, shining crown, elegant clothing, a high and mighty posture, and, of course, a belly jutting out magnificently, its sheer size surpassing any other's gut in the whole kingdom, including that over engorged waitress back in the kitchen. This gut was a grand sight to behold, it protruded outwards magnificently and straining against its fabric fabulously. This indeed was a shining example of gluttony and greed elegantly mixed together to create something big, round and beautiful.

"Well?" asked the Queen, snapping the mesmerized jester out of his trance. "Are you gonna stand there with that stupid grin on your face or are you going to entertain me? I have a big feast to attend to shortly," barked the Queen.

"Umm, that's a mask," reported the counselor.

"Oh, yes, and I'm terribly sorry my Queen, its just your vast gut is very hypnotic and I couldn't tear my eyes away." the jester apologized.

"Oh... Well thank you. But regardless, I'm still waiting for my entertainment, so how about you remove that creepy mask you're wearing and start entertaining me," demanded the Queen rashly.

"Oh no, I couldn't, this mask is part of my outfit! You wouldn't want your entertainment ruined, would you?" asked the jester, knowing how to weasel out of showing his mask.

"No... I suppose not," sighed the Queen in defeat, resting her hands on her engorged orb, feeling the firmness that comes with such a large gut, "so... How will you entertain me?"

"With a story!" announced the jester, "One that I'm sure you'll love! Everyone else did."

"Oh, a story?" she asked, intrigued, "I do love a good story!"

"Very well then, this story starts at a town, a humble one at best, which had an unnatural problem. For you see, this town was being ravaged by a dragon!" the Jester began, excitedly, "This dragon-"

"Hold up!" the Queen quickly interrupted, attempting to stand up in anger, forgetting that such an is difficult while possessing a large gut. After falling back on her chair, the Queen crossed her arms over her belly and continued, "I believe I've heard this story before, there is cake involved in this story, isn't there." the Queen interrogated, disappointed and angered.

"Uh.. Well, yes. But how could you possibly recognize this story? I never tell the same story twice in one kingdom!" the Jester exclaimed, confused by this shocking event.

"My friend told me this story a while back, you must have told it to her in her kingdom." the Queen explained, "Also, wasn't the dragon taking advantage of the town's predicament?" Queen continued, puzzled.

"This is an edited version," he confessed.

"Edited, Shmedited, I would rather hear a new story, now!" demanded the Queen, pounding her fist down.

"Now?" asked the Jester, he exchanged a look of worry with the high counselor, his smiling mask helping in no way showing his current emotion. In reality, he never actually visits a kingdom twice, so he only has that one story that he heavily relies on, always. He does have a few others though, but he has been advised intensely NOT to tell those tales, especially in front of Queens. Sadly, today is a day where he'll need to ignore their advice, he has no other choice. "I do have one other story," the Jester spoke up, worried, "but I don't know if you'll like it."

"Has anyone else heard this story?" she asked eagerly.

"Uhh... No, Its, umm... kinda... new-ish" the Jester said, trying to choose his words carefully.

"Fantastic! Let me hear it," she said.

"Uhh... Okay..." he said hesitantly, "Here. I. Go." Jester cleared his throat, trying to see if he can stall long enough.

"Yeah, alright, just tell the dang story already." the Queen demanded.

"Alright, this story starts in a kingdom," the Jester began.

"In this kingdom lived a glorious, beautiful, elegant Queen. This Queen was the grandest in all of her kingdom!"

"Bigger than me?" interrupted the Queen, a bit taken back by the Jester's description.

"Oh, heavens no. You're are by far the biggest Queen I have ever seen," said the Jester, the mask hiding the tell tale sighs of him lying to her face. He has learned many things when traveling kingdom to kingdom: question odd belly growths, never travel to newly created kingdoms and always lie to save your skin, are among the most important lessons he has learned. "She is the biggest of HER kingdom."

"Alright..." said the Queen, eyeing the Jester, "continue."

"Alright, so this Queen was having a grand and elegant feast! And everyone was invited to attend this event! Well not really, but it was still a big deal to be in it.

This was an annual that the Queen liked to hold monthly due to the exquisite dishes the chefs prepared for such an occasion. This feast was too commemorate the brave knights who fought to keep this kingdom safe. Sadly, now its a day that commemorates the Queens insatiable and everlasting appetite. Fortunately, it meant that a few others would also get to enjoy of these fine dishes.

This feast held all sorts of delicious entrees. Entrees you probably never heard of! From roasted turkey breast to steamed troll thighs. Its a lot better than it sounds, trust me."

Some of the knights nodded in agreement.

"Now, this was a different occasion for the Queen, she was prepared to eat a lot more than usual. The reason behind this, you see, was because the Queen was warned that she was in danger of getting dethroned. The local slob was starting to grow a sizable belly. If the Queen wasn't careful or prepared for his, her citizens will declare that the slob should be the new Queen. The Queen could not allow that to happen.

While everyone was eating slowly and savoring every bite from the delicious, heavenly entrées, the Queen was wasting no time in emptying the plates of food before her, bent on filling and expanding her belly. She had waiters running back and forth, bringing the Queen more and more plates of food, trying their hardest to satisfy her nearly bottomless gut of the Queen. But it didn't satisfy her. Nothing satisfied her hunger to grow bigger.

The Queen ate more and more, filling her gut all the way to the top, having it grow more and more. The belly wobble and expanded and grew as more food was getting eaten by the large, ravenous Queen.

The Queen continued growing and growing and growing, her belly unable to contain all this food! But she kept eating and eating, and her belly got larger and larger, until she finally-"

"Hold on!" yelled the Queen, who was becoming more and more infuriated at the Jester's story. As the Jester ceased telling the story, he realized he had jumped up on a nearby table in a moment of excitement. He put his hands down and look to the Queen.

"What?" he asks a bit annoyed, the Queen had interrupted him just at the best part.

"This story is about me, isn't it?" she asks, red in the face, scowling at him.

"Excuse me?" the Jester asks, he's confused by this awkward and out of place accusation. He felt a tug on his pants and noticed it was high counselor. He crouched down to her level and whispered, "What?"

"That story of yours..." she began, looking a bit nervous, "well, that's exactly what's happening here, except the Queen hasn't eaten yet."

It suddenly struck him where he got the idea for this story. It was before he had received the invitation, he had heard rumors about a Queen who was holding a huge feast solely but to make her belly grow bigger to maintain her position as Queen. He's starting to understand why his friends advised him not to tell this tale to anyone. He slowly looks to the Queen who, unfortunately, was already waddling her way towards him.

Grabbing him by his collar, she nearly pulled him on top of her belly, the Jester could feel how full the Queen is, how little give there was, it was nearly drum tight. Obviously she didn't wait for the feast to begin eating, taking every chance she could get. Focusing back to the Queen, his smiling mask's nose nearly touching hers, she yelled, "How DARE you tell me a start about how I'm about to explode!"

"You didn't even hear the ending!" the Jester defended.

"Oh please, as if it wasn't obvious. Tell me that you weren't planing on blowing her up!" she demanded.

"Uhh..."

"Exactly! I could have you hanged!" she yelled before feeling a tug on the back of her dress, "Huh, what?"

The High Counselor stood behind her, "Umm, Queen, I must advise you that you can't sentence him to be hanged."

"What are you talking about?" the Queen barked, "I can sentence anyone, who enters my kingdom, to be hanged!" she declared.

"Any HUMAN," the High Counselor corrected.

"Human?" the Queen asked puzzled, looking at the Jester, "What is she talking about?"

"Uhhh!" replied the Jester again, sweating intensely from within his costume.

The Queen, confused and enraged, grabbed the Jester's mask and struggled with him to remove it. The Queen barked orders to take the mask of while the Jester denied. The Jester was surprised by how agile the Queen was despite her incredibly swollen size and immobility. After much struggling, the Queen finally managed to pry the mask of the Jester's face, only to be surprised by what she saw.

The Queen, along with knights in the throne room, dropped their jaw upon witnessing that the Jester was in fact... A Goblin! His face was a sickly green, with boils that pepper his face and a nose that was half as long as his mask. The rest of his head was wrapped in that colorful fabric that he had worn proudly before.

"Okay, I know this looks bad, but please don't jump to any conclusions." the Jester begged.

"You entered my kingdom, and told me a highly offensive story, all while knowing I could do nothing to punish you for it?" the Queen asked, in pure anger.

"Like that. No, I did not, I just-"

"Well guess what? I can have my knights kill you for trespassing! Knights, after him!!" the ordered in anger. The goblin turned on his heels and began running, with the knights hot on his trail. "You and I are gonna have a talk about this," the Queen told her High Counselor.

"Yes, your highness."

The Queen marched back to her dinning room, where her guests and the food waited for her. She sat, looking at the plates if food before her, 'how dare he claim that I would blow myself up, I mean its impossible to begin with! I've had my scares but they were false alarms... I'll show him, I can all of this, and the only thing my belly will do is grow!' The Queen stuffing her mouth with the plates of food before her.
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The Jester ran as fast as he could, trying to outrun the guards that followed him. He ran down the hall, towards the castle gates, desperate to escape this kingdom. He nearly slipped on a mess of shrimp as he passed the kitchen, but he maintained his stride as he kept on. The knights weren't as fortunate as one of them slipped and fell on the shrimp that were scattered about, knocking the other knights down with him. The Jester chuckled by his fortune and put his mask back before exiting the castle.

The Jester reached his horse at the stable and mounted him quickly. But before he could "Hiya!" his horse, a loud, earth rumbling boom was heard from within the castle. The Jester gulped nervously and rode his horse out of the kingdom. The bells on his costume rang with a more sinister chime as Jester rode out, leaving the confused citizens pondering about what had just happened.

He should have listened to his friends advice.