The Plump and Poopy Prince

Prince Elbert's massive belly jiggled visibly as the carriage rolled along. Sagging almost to the floor of the carriage when he sat, the ocean of lard was like a bag of milk or water, constantly rippling faintly with each bump or jostle it received from the moving carriage.

Elbert was eagerly eating bon bons. Bite after chocolate bite was popped into his eager mouth. He'd been supplied with two dozen little boxes of them for his journey, and he'd already gone through a third of that.

Elbert was the Crown Prince of Zeguria, a massively wealthy and powerful kingdom within the fantasy world it inhabited. He was 14 years old, and an only child. As a result, his father the King, and his mother the Queen, spoiled him immensely, doting on him, indulging him, seeing to it that his wishes and appetites were always satisfied.

Elbert's appetites had included a literal appetite for tasty food, along with a serious sweet tooth. He had been chubby his entire life, and now, as a young teenager, Elbert was stupendously, impressively fat. He was a huge bulk, bigger around than he was tall, a colossal mound of blubber. It's possible he already weighed more than a quarter of a ton; Elbert's weight was not measured, under order of his parents, to avoid giving him negative self-esteem.

Elbert popped another bon bon into his mouth. He chewed. He swallowed. He smiled. "Oh!" he cooed in pleasure. "These ones have strawberry cream!"

He had pale skin, which had a tendency to flush a bit ruddy, along with sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. His face was bloated and fat. He had pillowy cheeks that gave him permanent dimples around his full lips, and these cheeks oozed downward into hanging jowls that rolled over the short ruff collars of his royal wardrobe. Elbert's double chin likewise poured over the limits of his collar, folding over and down and oozing onto the top of his collarbone like a goiter.

He had soft, fat hands with chubby fingers. These led back into his beefy arms, loaded with lard, from fat forearms to massive blubbery upper arms, the fat on them sagging over his elbows. In between the fat arms lay his hefy fat breasts, large boy boobs that gave Elbert a bit of a forward swell in the chest. Beneath these, of course, was his belly. It was absolutely tremendous, a great bag of blubber, so large that the royal family's Great Dane could have curled up comfortably within it. It had no rolls, just one great swell, one huge slope. It wrapped in slabs of back fat around the rear portions of Elbert's bulk, forming shelves of fat that sat atop each other.

FRRRTTT

The flatulence had issued from Elbert's enormous backside. He had a large, fat butt, vast and spreading and jutting behind him in a shelf upon which his love handles rested. The carriage's original design was meant for two people to sit abreast, but Elbert's bottom was so wide he took up most of the seat all by himself. Jutting from the large ass cheeks were his thighs, so big and meaty, covered with cellulite; they were especially thick by male standards, giving him a particularly awkward, rolling waddle for a gait. His thigh fat sagged over his knees, and led to his hefty fat calves that, in turn, sagged over his ankles. He had chubby feet with chubby toes.

The carriage rolled to a stop. The door opened.

"We have arrived in Petestra, Your Highness," said the footman, poking his head in through the door.

"Oh, poo," mumbled Elbert. "Just when I'd started another box." He gazed down at the half-full box of bon bons in his hand. His blue eyes twinkled greedily. "Oh, but, well, waste not, want not." And he began to hastily cram the rest of the bon bons into his mouth. The box was finished in less than a minute. "Buuuurrrp," belched the fat prince, absently patting his belly.

His half-full box of bon bons properly disposed of, Elbert began to exit the carriage. The doors of his own personal carriages were extra-wide, built by his parents with his particularly generous carriage in mind. The footmen held the doors open, and Elbert oozed himself out into the warm Spring day. His belly sagged past his knees when he stood. His legs had no gap between their thighs.

"Your cane, Your Highness," said a footman. He handed Elbert a beautiful gold-trimmed cane whose curved handle was studded with rubies.

"Ah, yes! Ho ho!" said Elbert, sounding chipper. He took the cane and leaned heavily upon it as he began to waddle forward. Elbert was so fat and out of shape that it was difficult for him to get around without the support of a cane. He loved rubies, too; red was his favorite color. He was currently enswathed in a massive red silk tunic, with blue silk breeches covering his hefty legs and ass. He wore a modest golden crown atop his head, only faintly studded with jewels. Elbert laughed daintily under his breath. "Oh, how nice it is to see these rustic places!"

Pllrrbtt!

Hot, wet shit squirted out of Elbert anus. He paid it no mind, and kept on trundling forward. In addition to indulging his appetites, allowing him to reach his current formidable size, Elbert’s royal parents had never potty-trained him. They believed that forcing him to learn to use the toilet or the chamber pot would have been an imposition on his comfort, and a trouble in his youth. As such, at 14 years old Elbert suffered from both urinary and fecal incontinence. The big, fat teenage boy was unable to stop himself from pissing or shitting whenever his bladder or bowels needed release. As such, beneath his huge pants, Elbert wore a large diaper, which gave his bloated bottom an additional puff of padding, something one could sometimes notice if one watched him from behind.

Hssss, went his penis as he squirted out urine.

"Oh, my! Your Highness the Prince!" said a man wearing a somewhat shabby blue suit, but still with some dignity to it. "We had been informed you would be coming, Your Highness!"

"How wonderful!" said Elbert, waddling up to the older, thinner man with the click noises of his cane striking the dirt road. "Yes, my Mummy and my Daddy have sent me here to make a survey of your, mmm, village's production. We wish to let you know that the Crown is not inattentive to any needs Petestra might have, and I am, hmm, instructed to convey any requests for assistance back to the Palace." Elbert leaned heavily on his cane as he spoke. His fat belly stretched three feet in front of him, a formidable intrusion into the town mayor's personal space. "What is your name, may I ask, good sir?"

"I am called Hugh Prestor," said the mayor. He was taking this all as best he could. The prince was far and away the fattest person he'd ever seen, and it was distracting. But his manners and courtesy befit a royal, and he seemed genuine enough in his desire to learn and to help. "As you may or may not know, Your Highness, our economy here is largely built on raising livestock. Cows and pigs, for the most part. But most of our cows are for dairy production; I believe we produce the finest milk and cream in the kingdom."

"Mmm, it is certainly, hmm, important to have good milk and cream," said Elbert, somewhat gluttonously, stroking the vast swell of his gut.

"If I may say so, Your Highness, your reputation as a... a gourmand precedes you. In light of it, we have prepared a bit of a demonstration of our town's finest productions. A meager offering of food and sweets. I trust Your Highness would not object?"

"Ohhh, ohohoho, certainly not," said Elbert.

Grrmmbblll, went the big belly, waking up at news of food.

"If Your Highness will follow me," said Prestor, motioning into the town. He began to walk off. Elbert waddled ponderously after him, his two footmen keeping pace with their prince's lumbering gait with the ease that only came from years of practice.

Brrrrbbbttpppp

Prrrrbbbbllll

The bon bons from the carriage ride had sprung into action in Elbert's digestive system, and their presence early in his innards had excited the later portions of his innards; the fresh sweets in his belly had thoroughly activated his bowels. As he waddled into the town square, Elbert's anus whined and flexed, and large thick turds began to ooze and coil out of it. Elbert often walked and pooped; it was utterly natural to him, having never known anything else. His soft, pale face flushed red a bit as his bowels exercised, and his seat in the back bulged outwards and downwards as the mush of poop was added to it. It should be noted that Elbert's reusable diapers were covered in gold leaf; Prince Elbert did not shit gold, but he did shit into gold, which was impressive in its own right.

Pprrrrrbbbttttt

A large semi-liquid flow came out of him, a mudslide of putrid brown. Elbert continued to waddle along.

As he entered the village square, Elbert began to smell something fried and tasty. His love of good food bubbled to the forefront of his consciousness, and he found himself getting quite peckish. He now hoped there was plenty of whatever they were going to serve him; the Crown Prince had the feel that he could eat a lot. A large, long banquet table had been set up in the middle of the square, with the squat wooden buildings of the town's center surrounding it. Upon this table, he could see plates and plates of things that were pounded flat, and fried to a golden brown. Elbert increased his pace, his cane clacking more quickly.

"Hmm HMMMM," hummed Elbert throatily as he approached the table. "My my, what is this?"

"Pork schnitzel, breaded and fried," said Prestor, gesturing to the table. "Served with a bit of a horseradish cream sauce. Come come, have a seat, Your Highness, there is plenty, and it is all for you."

Elbert coughed a breath and increased his pace, belly sagging in front of him, poopy diaper sloshing behind him. The footmen saw him making for the head of the table, and reacted quickly: they replaced the one chair with two chairs side by side. One of the footmen came to Elbert and began to guide him to the table, as the other footman pulled both chairs out. "Steady on, Your Highness," said the footman. "Let's get you settled. Two chairs, I think, is best."

"Oh, my, yes, it wouldn't do for me not to fit," said Elbert, languidly allowing himself to be pivoted and guided. The two footmen took hold of each of his two fat upper arms, and they steered him onto the pair of wooden seats that awaited. Elbert settled voluminous backside onto the chairs with an audibly loud creak, and a soft squish as the vat of poop in his diaper shifted quietly around his hefty pale buttocks. Elbert grabbed a plate full of schnitzel and slid it towards him. He spooned a dollop of the horseradish cream on top. He grabbed a fork and a knife. He glanced at Prestor. "Do I have your leave?"

"Of course, Your Highness," said Prestor with a gesture. "Enjoy."

Elbert cut a large bite, dunked it in the horseradish cream, and put it into his mouth. He moaned in pleasure and his eyes rolled back into his head. He cut a second large bite, and swallowed it just as quickly. Then a third. One of the footmen hastily tucked a napkin into his ruffled collar.

Elbert finished one of the pork cutlets. Another was placed in front of him, and he voraciously attacked it as well, gobbling it down in large bites. Then he ate a third schnitzel. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.

Prince Elbert took full advantage of the chance to glut himself. Without shame or hesitation, he ate his way through enough food to feed a large family. The townsfolk of Petestra gathered around the square to gawk. Elbert was easily the fattest person any of them had ever seen. Moreover, he was single-handedly consuming their hard work. Pork that might have gone to feed any number of families was being funneled solely into the waiting belly of the Crown Prince. But the townsfolk stood back and merely admired. He was royalty, after all. He stood above them.

brrrbppppttt

BBMMMFRRRRTTTT

PPLLRRRBBBBTT

Elbert pooped heavily as he ate. The more food entered the front of him, the more waste was forced out the back of him, from his large breakfast and large snacks and large tea and all his noshing and munching in the meantime. Gradually the putrid smell began to spread around the square, and some townsfolk wrinkled their noses. They had no idea where it was coming from, though. The prince's incontinence was a closely-guarded state secret.

Midway through his nineth schniztel, Elbert stopped. The pressure was overwhelming. He sat forward in his seats, making them creak loudly. He half-raised his large ass and let out a puffing fart. "Rrrngh," he grunted. "UUufff," he groaned. His second chin rippled as he made a noise deep in his throat, doing so as a huge, thick log of poop began to force its way out of him. The mammoth turd slowly whined its way out of his sphincter, coiling coolly and mushily amid the vastness of the rest of his droppings. Then the pressure was gone, and Elbert resumed eating.

"Is everything all right, Your Highness?" asked Prestor. "You seemed troubled a moment ago."

"Oh, hoo hoo, no, no worries," said Elbert. "Merely a natural event."

When he'd consumed the tenth and final schnitzel, Elbert leaned back and sighed. "Ahh, buuuurrrp," he sighed and belched, satisfyingly patting his protuberant gut. "BUUUAARRP!!" This second one caused the townsfolk to look up. But the teenage blob merely smiled. "Oh, you have the great honor of winning a Royal Belch from me. You are truly splendid in the productive works of your town!"

"Very fine of you to say, Your Highness," said Prestor. There was a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't suppose His Highness has saved room for dessert?"

"Mmm hmmm, maybe," said Elbert, with a guttural gurgle at the back of his throat.

A large vat of something white and creamy was placed in front of the Crown Prince, and a large spoon was placed into his hand.

"Sweet and creamy ice cream," said Prestor. "The product of our own milk and cream. Try it, Your Highness, and see that I am not lying about the fine quality of what our cows produce."

"Oh, ho ho, such a delight!" said Elbert. He dug his spoon in and scooped out a big mouthful. He stuck it into his mouth. He moaned heavily, his belly oozing forward a little at the release of tension from just how tasty the ice cream was. "Delicious!" he loudly shouted, and he began to devour the huge bowl of frozen dessert.

Elbert ate. He ate and ate and ate. He guzzled the ice cream down, rivulets of it dripping down his jowls and his two chins. One of the footmen discretely wiped his face with a handkerchief between bites. The mountain of fried pork he'd consumed made no dent in his lust for dessert, and the massive bowl of ice cream gradually disappeared into his waiting gullet.

PRbbbbttt-PLPBT!

A big burst of turds emptied out of Elbert's asshole, to join the absolute mountain of poop sitting in his golden diaper. And Elbert could feel, deep in his innards, that he was at last finished. He was done defecating. At least for the moment. That distraction finally tended to, he dug into the ice cream with renewed vigor, eating more quickly than ever.

Until, in no time, one final spoonful remained. Elbert looked lovingly at it. He almost hated to see it go.

But he was a greedy boy. So he stuffed it into his mouth, mushed it creamily around, and swallowed.

"BUUUUUAAARRRRRPPPP!!!" belched the crown prince. He set the spoon down, and lovingly patted his enormous gut. He turned to Prestor. "My dear sir, you hic told no lies. That hic was absolutely exquisite."

"My thanks for your fine approval, Your Highness," said Prestor. He smiled a bit tenderly. "Of course, our production could, in theory, be increased. But we are a small village, and our resources are limited..."

"Oh, ho, I see what you mean," said Elbert, patting his belly again. "I shall talk to my Mummy and Daddy. I am sure I can convince the Crown to give your village a loan!"

"Oh, that would be splendid, Your Highness!" said Prestor gleefully. "We would be forever grateful. We could build a new school, and a new jail, in addition to increasing land for more cows and pigs."

"I shall, buuurp, see that it gets done, my fine sir," said Elbert.

"Your Highness, it is likely time for us to be getting back to the palace," said one of the footmen.

"Mm hm, quite so," said Elbert. He leaned back. His fully belly sloshed, loaded with fried food and ice cream.

PPPRRRTTTT!!, quacked the fart out of his diaper-clad bottom.

"Let us help you up, sire," said the footman. He and his fellow came to either side of Elbert, and put their strong arms beneath each of the crown prince's gelatinous armpits. They lifted hard. Elbert barely did any work of his own. They pulled him both upwards and backwards, making sure his belly's slope was clear of the table.

It took gruntwork, but Elbert got to his feet. One of the footmen handed him his cane, which the teenage prince leaned heavily on. He yawned. He'd certainly nap on the ride back to the palace. But for now, he faced Preston again. "You have the full and total approval of the Royal Estate, my good Mister Hugh Prestor," said Elbert with a smile. "I shall most assuredly see to it that you secure funds to expand your operations." He winked. "You can pay us back in pork and ice cream!"

HSSSSSSSSSSSSS

As Elbert laughed at his own remark, he heavily wet himself. He tittered in delight as his bladder emptied automatically, soaking the front of his diaper with a lake of urine.

"We are most grateful, Your Highness," said Prestor, who bowed low. "Safe travels home."

"Ah, yes! Farewell, farewell!"

And with that, Elbert turned, and began to waddle off towards the carriage. His full, heavy belly trundled bulkily in front of him, even more than when it had been empty. In addition, there was so much poop in his diaper that you could see it from behind if you knew what to look for. His bottom, his seat area, bulged outwards and visibly sagged lower. The full diaper sloshed in a bit of a counter-rhythm to his overall waddle, making his gait even more heavy, awkward, and lumbering.

All this to say, Elbert was sweating and red-faced by the time he had walked the meager hundred yards or so to the carriage. The footmen opened the extra-wide door, and Elbert grunted heavily in his throat as he mounted the steps. One of the footmen gave him a push on the backside to help him through the door; he could feel the squish of feces as his hands sank into the prince's diaper. But Elbert got inside, and collapsed upon his padded seat. He fanned himself with a plump hand. What an exhausting excursion!

"Farewell, Your Highness!" said Prestor. He and all the townsfolk were gathered around the door to wave goodbye. "Farewell!"

Elbert was breathing so hard he couldn't say goodbye. He waved weakly, huffing and puffing, as the footmen closed the door. Then they assumed their positions on the carriage, and with a flick of the reins, the horses began trotting away.

Elbert leaned back in his seat, still fanning himself. He felt the feces in his diaper squish against his cellulite-covered buttocks.

"Hff, pff, buuurrrp," he belched in an exhausted way. "Wew, what, hff, what a day!"

Prrrttt, came the sneaky fart from his anus.

Looking around, Elbert spied the boxes of bon bons again. "Oh, hoho," he said happily, picking one up. It didn't matter that he was full of both a meal and a dessert. When the Crown Prince of Zeguria saw food, especially a sweet treat, he had to eat it. He had to. "Oh!" he cheered. "These have caramel!"

And as the carriage rode off, Elbert began to eat away.