The Prince's new plaything.

You nod in agreement with Aspen but just as you're one step away from leaving the room you hear a wheezing voice call to you.

"Not so -Bwwouurp- fast! -Pant- -Wheeze-."

You freeze in your tracks and turn back around to see the whale-like prince looking you dead in the eyes from between his beet red cheeks. Bronson is still flitting about the massive tiger, desperately trying to cobble together a new outfit for him at a moment's notice but failing as the titanic pile of blubber shifts with even the slightest motion and the fabric sticks to his lard from the rivers of sweat running off of his rolls and folds.

"You, -huff- scrawny one -Uuourp- I want -wheeze- you." he wheezes as he points a pudgy finger to you. The hairs on your neck stand on end being addressed by the spoiled bastard directly.

"You... you want me to what?" You stammer out

"No! -BRAAUORPP-," you couldn't tell if that was a belch or a roar, "I want -hurff- you. -UUrrpp- as a -puff- servant." he wheezes out before his ass erupts in a deep bassy fart that you can almost feel reverberate through the room. Bronson tries his best not to **** on the rancid smell but he can't help but let out a few coughs, much to the anger of Brynn who growls and yells "Be grateful you get to -Uoarp- bask in the scent of a -hUUoorp- Royal!!" at the terrified bull. "Y-yes sir, I'm so sorry!" He stammers out fearfully, eyes watering either from the growing mental breakdown he was experiencing or the grotesque stench which was filling the air. Both Wolfgang and Aspen were plugging their noses and trying to waft away the vile odor. Brynn locks his eyes with yours once again and callously gestures for you to come closer "-OOuurrpp- Come here -wheeze- servant -Bruarp- Now."

"Y-yes." You take a nervous step forward but you're stopped by Aspen's hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, your Highness, but I'm afraid he is our guest of honor and has a meeting with the King he must be getting to." He says with a defiantly formal tone. Brynn's face turns even redder than it already was, though not from the immense effort it took to even exist within such a gargantuan size, as his expression turned to one of true rage at the audacity of someone to even IMPLY he couldn't have what he wanted. He bared his teeth and growled as he took several lumbering steps forward towards the deer, the scraps of fabric Bronson had pinned and draped around him falling to the floor as his immense adipose sloshed and jiggled like a rolling sea of gelatin leaving him completely in the nude, save for the simple silver grown atop his head.

"I didn't -wheeze- ask for him. -OOoouuaarrpp- I ORDERED HIM!" He screams at the insolent deer who didn't back down from the Prince's tantrum. Out in the hall you can see a few servants pick up their pace trying to avoid the grizzly scene unfolding in the tailor's workshop.

"He has an audience with the King, your father. You can't just take him away from royal affairs just because you want another servant to use as your personal plaything." Aspen replies, the disdain for the royal brat growing in his voice.

"Yeah, go torment your other swains you spoiled bastard!" Wolfgang chimes in and trades glances with Aspen, for once it seems they're on the same page.

Brynn bares the claws on his pudgy hands, looking ready to maul someone. "I am the -wheeze- PRINCE! As your future king -bworp- you have to listen to -huff- whatever I say -uuuarp- and if my father -pant- finds out you -puff- disobeyed -urp- my orders you'll -wheeze- be stripped of your ranks -huff- as dukes!! -BBBUUURRAAAOOOUURRPPP-" His booming voice could probably be heard from the other side of the castle.

Aspen gritted his teeth and balled up his hands into fists. Unfortunately, he was right. As a prince he was above them both as dukes and his unwavering devotion to the King's law was too strong to deny that. He looked to Wolfgang, hoping his lax regard for the rules would conjure up some retort to keep the tyrannical prince from getting what he wanted yet again, but he remained silent in frustration. He was in no place to be getting into any more trouble after his gross misconduct while drunk at the last royal feast. Eventually they both surrendered, lowering their heads in silent indignity.

Brynn's ranging tantrum immediately starts to quell as soon as he realized he got what he wanted as he always should "My father will -wheeze- live without talking to -pant- some scrawny -UUUuurp- peasant. " Another long raunchy fart bubbled out of his massive ass, refreshing the toxic stench in the air. "You can just -Bwoarp- tell him he's -wheeze- become my new pet." He says as he turns to you once again, dazed and confused from the screaming match that just happened. "Come now -BBRUAAORP- pet." he says callously grabs your arm and pulls you with him as he trudges out of the room, completely nude. You're completely powerless to stop his titanic girth. He slow motion storm out is ruined however when he gets stuck in the doorframe once again and requiring the assistance from the tailor and the two nobles.