What would have been a weird day was rapidly becoming normality in King Dedede’s castle. The corpulent monarch was never one for the rigors of actual ruling, known best for lazing around and plotting overly-convoluted schemes to strike back at his little pink nemesis, Kirby, but as of a few weeks ago there was a noticeable, marked shift in his rule and lack thereof altogether. His indolence in occupation of the throne was reaching an unprecedented height, as were his weight and his waistline.

All day, every day, oftentimes late into the night, there was a percussive din of constant crunching emanating from the throne room. He never left it anymore! Every day was spent with the king sat on his steadily fattening duff, watching trash TV on his monstrously oversized screen within the room, laughing obnoxiously with his mouth full and only ever pausing his constant consumption to demand more from the nearest passerby. He'd become seemingly addicted to junk food, barbecue flavor potato chips being his latest kick. It was best just to give him whatever he wanted, lest he throw a temper tantrum.

Really, it was now a question of IF, and not when, his throne would buckle under his weight and collapse. Compared to everything else in dreamland, his throne was cutting edge. Either by intentional design or the sheer brute force of his own body, it had gradually widened (creaking in distress all the way) to accommodate his rapidly expanding figure.

For once, for but a brief moment, the incessant sounds of eating stopped. It was almost a sign something was wrong. Poking your head into the room, you'd meant only to check on the blubbery penguin when he spotted you out of the corner of his eye.

"YOU!" He snapped, turning his head and pointing at you in a motion that easily expended more energy in an instant than he had all day, sending his almost amorphous blob of a body shuddering and undulating in the direction of his abrupt movement. "Get me some more-a them chips! I want 'em NOW!"

His robes were looking worse for wear, his finery being on the cusp of being totally forced apart in supporting his gelatinous figure. The belt across his enormous blue belly dug deep into it, and it was a wonder none of his seams had torn by now. Typically, those in charge of his wardrobe were able to keep alterations just apace or ahead of his gains, but now he was growing too fast for anything to ever fit him correctly.