Choice_D has a contest and this is a story for it!!!

hope i win!!!!

and this is what happens when denya becomes a pharaoh of ye old egypt

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The intense dessert sun set over the Nile, a hot wind blew forth from the desert through the streets of the town and into the castle where our story takes place. Most will remember many pharaohs like Ramses or Amutep however the history was struck clean of one of the greediest of pharaohs..

The wind blew through the doors entering the audience chamber of the current pahroh. His body black except for his belly and chest which was a dark Grey His body decorated with gold rings and bracelets to show his wealth and power. His wings folded up currently as the dragon wolf pharaoh listens to one of his subjects.“Please pharaoh we give you so much food that my family just barely has enough to survive. Its like that with almost every farmer, we only ask to keep a little more so we can feed ourselves better”

“Hmm however you see that would leave less food for me, as you can see our predicament.” The pharoh condicendly said down to his subject. The pahroh himself was quite portly. His belly filled most of his lap to the point that you couldn't see his loincloth, his love-handles smushed against his throne and his butt filled out all the space left. He had to weigh at least 500 pounds but still he drained more and more from the farmers for almost all they could produce. Imposing a “tax” to those with more so he could keep hoarding the food for himself.

“But sir don't you already have more then enough! My family can barely get by and your eating enough to feed 3 houses of people!”

“SILENCE!!” denya boomed as he stood up. His belly jiggled as his wings unfurled making him look even bigger and more imposing. “I am the pharaoh and if im not satisfied i will keep taking more and more, its my birthright!”

“Guards! Get him out of my sight and inform the cooks to make me a feast, all of this insolence has made me very hungry!”

The muscular jackal guards took him by both arms as he kept yelling. The mans screams could still be heard until he was thrown out the door and the main gate shut. Denya got up waddling to his main quarters. Each step made his gargantuan rear jiggle and his belly shake. Putting on some silk lace the pharaoh denya came into the dining hall and saw his feast. Roast ducks littered the table, big bowls of olives and exotic fruits accompanying them and best of all denya's favorite. Egyptian palace bread was piled in a large bowl int he center and topped of with a huge amount of whipped cream. Denya sat down as he started gorging Guards helping bring him more and more food. His belly getting larger and more tight from the feast as his gluttony was unstoppable Ducks vanished as all that remained were piles of bones. All the fruit gone as denya lay back in his chair heaving. His huge belly pushing against the table as he started talking through labored breaths. “you there (pant) guard, bring me the dessert!”

The jackal reluctantly slid the bowl of sweet sticky bread over to Denya as he grinned. He tried to lean forward to grab it but found he was pinned by his own belly to his seat. “guard, i need (pants) for you to feed me”

The other guard snickered as the one jackal now spoon feeding his pharaoh Slowly but surly the sweet sticky bread was devoured and the pharoh in quite a state. His Grey belly stretched tight like a drum, with no sag to it it extended a little past his knees. His fat rear oozing out from under the arm rests and his love-handles smothering the top of them. The pharaoh denya panted in bliss as he rubbed as much of his stretched out belly as he could. “guard (pants) i need you to carry me to my quarters (wheeze)” the buff guards got the usual carrying chair. The extra large flat seat was specially made for denya and its legs replaced by two poles in which the guards could carry there bloated pahroh. The guards heaved and eventually rolled denya onto the stretcher chair. There muscles slick and gleaming with sweat form all the effort they eventually got denya into his bed chambers. The ornate room had a large wardrobe on the far side. Largely untouched because the pharaoh grew much too large for most cloths. The guards carried him over and gently rolled him onto his purple silk covered bed.

It groaned dangerously under the weight of the pharaoh Denya loved the feeling of being this full. The weight of his full belly, the knowledge that he would be even bigger tomorrow He relished the feeling of being full as he slowly drifted off to sleep. The night passed peacefully as the sun rose quite early. Denya cracked his eyes open still feeling quite sleepy. “guards close the blinds! I'm still tired!” his cry met with silence. Denya repeated his order 3 times each time met with the same silence. “fine! I do everything around here anyways.” denya grumbled as he rolled himself out of bed. His fat quivering at the exertion as he waddled to the window. But as soon as the got to the window he felt the great heat of the sun shining onto him.

It seemed to fall out of the sky coming closer and closer. Soon the heat was unbearable as denya stumbled backwards. The hot orb shrank and entered his room. Its bright surface could only be gazed upon for merely a second before hurting his eyes. From the orb emerged a form quite familiar to most. With the head of a bird and the body of man Ra appeared before denya with his rod extended. “denya!” Ra boomed sending waves of hot wind through the room. “you have angered me!” the avian showing no real emotion however denya could feel his intensity “b b b but Ra i i i i...” denya sputtered as he felt the the power of the god over him. “SILENCE!!!” the wind ripped his room apart as the walls crumbled. Now floating in darkness except for the sun resting above Ra's head. “you make the people of this land suffer for you insatiable greed! I disguised myself to beg for food as one last mercy however you shoved me away and tossing me into the street!”. hot tears ran denyas face as he saw the god exert his power over him. “i curse you denya! May you never truly be satisfied. May you live your life consumed by your greed and may the people no longer suffer under you!” the world spun and spun as he heard a faint voice.

Pharaoh.. pharaoh.. PHAROH!!!

denya shot up awake in a cold sweat looking at the same jackal guard who fed and carried him into his bed chambers. Panting and wiping the sweat off his brow he tried to regain his composure. “thank you um....” denya thought for a second before the jackal spoke up. “my name is Ammon my pharaoh”. “well Ammon im so thankful that i would like you to become my personal assistant” said denya. The nightmare he had felt so real and he thought it wouldn't hurt to have a guard a little closer to himself just in case.

The day went by as usual until the food from the peasents arrived. “my pharaoh you have to see this!” one of the shipping officers yelled into the audience chambers. Denyas jaw dropped as he saw the unfathomable amount of food being pulled into his palace. “the peasents had much more but we simply couldn't carry all of it”the head of shipping stated. He was an owl and he kept track of everything giving and taken from the palace. “it seems almost every farm sprouted unfathomable amounts of food, livestock giving birth to double the usual amount and fruit outnumbering leaves on the trees!”. Denyas face lit up as he grinned from ear to ear. “i want you to hire more cooks! Make sure were prepared because im getting hungry!” denya shouted before waddling back to his throne. The audience chamber was alight with activity. Huge tables getting set up and all the castles staff was invited. The smells coming from the kitchen was driving denya mad as he sat at the head of the table with his now personal assistant Ammon beside him.

Finally after all that waiting servants started bring out food. Huge platters with whole roast pigs laid on them. Massive bowls of fruit, berries and nuts littered the table and an almost ludicrous amount of almond pudding and palace bread filled the ends of the table. After everyone sat down denya couldn't even control himself to announce the start of the feast. Denya just grabbed some meat and tore into it with gusto. He had 3 servants waiting on him bringing him more and more food at an almost constant rate. In the back of denyas food addled mind he thought something was off.

Shouldn't i feel full?

He shoved the thought aside for more fruit and another helping of pork. As the food dissipated into denyas maw his belly expanded further and further out. But instead of becoming packed and full it was soft and wobbly. Ammon noticed this out of the corner of his eye and leaned in close. “my pharaoh i believe something may be wrong with you, mabey you should stop eating” denya looked over food grease staining his cheeks. “a pharaoh must show everything is alright at a feast such as this, so if i stop eating it would offend the cooks and all the people here” denya stated between mouthfuls. Ammon kept a close eye on his pharaoh but it wouldn't be too hard. Denyas rear started to ooze off of the sides of the chair, his belly squishing against the table and expanding past his knees. His soft chest sagged more onto his belly and his cheeks became more rounded. Denya just kept eating at full gusto packing more and more food away. He already broke his record for how much he could eat in one sitting but denya didn't feel the slightest bit full. Usually denya might have noticed but his greed and gluttony over powered his common sense.

More and more food was shoved into his face as he expanded like crazy. His uncontrollable gluttony made itself clear when his belly touched the floor and started lifting up the table. The soft globe of Grey fat was growing out of control and was accompanied by his gargantuan rear. The throne gave a dangerous creak before collapsing under his weight and smothered in butt fat. The pharaoh demanded more servants to feed him and everyone was too scared to disobey an order from the pharaoh Ammon tried to stop the servants but something seems to have come over them. Suddenly Ammons vision went a little pink. His head became light and his body started moving on its own. The curse has taken hold of people close to denya making sure no one could stop his insatiable appetite The table finally flipped to the side revealing denyas truck sized belly. More and more furniture crushed under the onslaught of flab. People started leaving except for the servants which kept feeding him.

The chefs kept making more and more food. It almost seemed endless until the final bowl of palace bread came out of the kitchen. All the food brought in today finally gone. A servant grabbed a handhold on the side of denya and hoisted himself up. Climbing on top of the mountain of flab he slid down the apex of his belly to the crater of chins and cheeks where denyas maw resides. Dumping in the bowl enticed a loud burp from the pharaoh Denya was now truly enormous The quaking mass of his belly filled almost the whole audience chamber which was the size of a football field. His butt smother the rise where his throne once sat and both his legs and arms disappeared under heavy rolls of flab. As his form quivered and sloshed Ammon climbed up to denyas head. “so did the pharaoh like his feast?

Denya tried to speak past his massive cheeks and chins but it was to no avail. But denya could only think to himself. “great appetizer, but when is the feast going to really start?”

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