Long ago, there ruled a mighty queen, beloved and unmatched in wisdom, power, and appetite. Her body was vast, divine in scale—her throne sculpted to cradle her immense, mountainous backside. But when an ancient evil rose to devour the land, the queen made the ultimate sacrifice. Channeling all her magic, she shattered her soul into four fragments—each one taking form as a princess. Though the evil was banished, the queen was no more, and in her place stood four gluttonous avatars of her being: passion, caution, joy, and reason.

"Heehee! Oh wow, don’t tell me I squished another bench! That’s the third one this week~!"

Lyria twirled into the garden like a summer storm, her cyclamen-pink dress struggling to contain the endless softness of her bouncing curves. Her golden-blonde hair danced behind her in silky waves, and her plump, jiggling arms hugged a tray of fruit pies like they were her children. Her belly was firm and forward, high like a prize melon and resting just below her ample chest—but it was her hips and rump that dominated the scene. They swelled out so massively they eclipsed the fountain behind her, each cheek swaying as if drunk on dessert, barely contained by stretch-worn white undergarments peeking out with every flirtatious bounce.

She bent slightly, and the tension in her clothes shrieked as the full expanse of her butter-smooth backside strained against the seams.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm made of love or cake. Mmm… maybe both?"