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How appropriate that an alligator of such beauty would find such a role. She was well-toned, the pinnacle of sexual vibrance. It was no wonder that the people followed her. Though, it wasn't just her supple rump that caused people to follow behind her.\n\nNow, the revolution was over. The people had risen up, guided by the loving hands of their benevolent leader, Darla Gator. The bourgeois had been stricken down, their wicked ways curtailed. Now, the utopia had arrived. Everybody was happy. Everybody sang songs of how wonderful their lives were. They chanted Darla's name in the streets, day and night, all the world over. Other nations were green with envy, merely shadows in the presence of such a splendid nation as hers.\n\nShe was proud to have finally shown the world the true meaning of success. \n\n``Supreme Leader Darla, it is truly an honour to be again in your glorious presence. I am humbled and forever grateful for your wisdom!''\n\nThe alligator looked away from her buffet table to inspect the General of her military. He was halfway through a stiff bow. He wouldn't stand up straight unless he was permitted. She let him wait. Wait...\n\nShe hummed and cocked her head, watching as his legs began to shudder, his breathing stutter. After three minutes of bowing passed, she finally allowed him to stand straight. Bullets of sweat ran down his face.\n\n``You may speak,'' she said to him.\n\n``Supreme Leader Darla, it is my great pleasure to inform you that the traitors of Darlaville have been extinguished! Never again will their hateful rhetoric pierce your glorious ears!''\n\nDarla laughed heartily. ``Good! I hope their deaths were painful!''\n\n``We have their screams recorded on high-definition audio, Supreme Leader Darla!'' the General stated.\n\n``Marvelous!'' she boomed. Her chubby claws wrapped around yet another greasy chicken drumstick. She crammed it in her maw, swallowed it whole. ``Maybe that will be sufficient warning to any other traitors who wish to-uurp! - steal the peoples' food! May their neighbours weep with joy as their family name rots to nothing. I understand that the relatives have also been dealt with?''\n\n``Their family name will no longer stain our proud nation, Supreme Leader!''\n\nShe huffed as she removed her bloated form from her buffet seat. She stood on two chunky feet, her tail dragging along behind as she moved to strike a proud pose before the renowned General.\n\nHer body had changed since the revolution. The people say that her grand wisdom was manifesting itself physically, filling her body to make her appear bloated and fat. Others say that she is merely showing humanity what true beauty looks like, that body standards of the past were a bourgeois manipulation, forcing the oppressed to remain frail and thin. \n\nOthers would say that she was just fat. Those others weren't around for long.\n\nWisdom was very heavy when it became physical in her magnificent form. The room shook as she walked. Her round body quivered. Her round belly, stuffed so full that it resembled a scaly yellow balloon, gurgled and groaned. It was musical. Her backside, once bouncy and pert, was an enormous, wobbling mass. She stood before the General, and, after a wondrous, benevolent belch, bestowed unto him her insight.\n\n``For too long, we have been tolerant of those who espouse selfish beliefs,'' she uttered proudly. ``This is a peoples' nation! All for one, and one for -UURRP - all! Their greed knows no bounds! If they haven't gotten the message yet, then they shall not get it at all, and must be removed from our world, as must anybody who associates with their evil! They believe that they can take food at their whim?! Pah! That is the peoples' food! They are stealing from the people, just like the bourgeoisie of the past! They should be exterminated. Publicly! Make it so.''\n\nThe General bowed. She let him up quicker this time, much to his relief. ``Very well, Supreme Leader. Your wisdom is endless! I must ask, however, for your advice.''\n\nDarla cocked her head, considered his request, farted monstrously, and then permitted him to ask.\n\n``There appears to be murmur of an uprising in the East, Supreme Leader. Rumours of a new political movement who disapprove of your glory. We are seeking them out, of course, and will have them brought to justice. But how, Supreme Leader, shall we warn the people of this evil?''\n\nDarla cackled, unconcerned by the news. ``Anybody who opposes the Destroy Evil Party must logically be Pro-evil. The people know this! Any movement that opposes our wonderful utopia is opposed to justice!''\n\n``This is true, Supreme Leader,'' the General said. ``Your wisdom knows no bounds.''\n\n``Have them brought to - uuurp- me. I'll take care of them personally,'' Darla ordered with a wicked grin.\n\n``Yes, Supreme Leader!''\n\nDarla retained her devious smile as she returned to her buffet table. She sat down on her poor creaking chair, so overwhelmed by her brilliance. Any chair was honored to be parked on by her awesome rear end. She dipped her greasy fingers back into the montage of delightful foods collected from the best farms around the country. ``Anything - UURP - else?''\n\nThe General stepped back, and another gentleman took his place. It was one of Darla's loyal advisors. He'd been by her side from the very beginning, way back when the Destroy Evil Party was formed. There had been murmurs of his concerns recently. Darla's spies had been watching him closely.\n\n``Rennick,'' she spoke, a hint of tension in her feminine voice. She crammed a handful of sausage rolls into her gaping, belching maw. ``What do you want?''\n\n``Supreme Leader,'' he started shakily. ``I have stayed with you since you were a maiden. I have trusted you, and spread the word of your great and noble deeds. I am forever in your debt.''\n\n``Whatever,'' Darla growled, throwing a sausage roll at him. It bounced off his head, but he daren't flinch. ``Get on with it!''\n\nRennick took in a deep breath, composed himself. He knew that he may well be signing his own death warrant, but what he saw in the nation was not the utopia that she'd convinced herself of. He had to speak out, or consider himself a coward. ``Supreme Leader, our people are starving. They farm food that they can never taste, and it all comes back here. Back to you! You grow fat while your people are dying! I cannot go any longer without advising you to, please, just allow them to eat! If there is nobody left, there will be nobody to feed you.''\n\nDarla snorted, stared at him with knowing eyes. She'd seen this coming. ``The people are happy,'' she growled. ``They sing my name in the streets. We have eradicated evil! Greed, bigotry and corruption. All because of me!''\n\n``Because you have them killed if they think for themselves!'' Rennick countered. ``This isn't a utopia! It's a soulless, murderous production line, all to cater to your gluttony and your pride!''\n\nDarla looked lazily to the General, and then to the others in the room. ``Does anybody else here agree with these treasonous statements?''\n\nThere was complete silence. Not a breath. Nobody would dare. Rennick didn't even try to convince anybody to speak up. He knew that there was nothing he could do.\n\nDarla's lips curled up. ``Bring him to me.''\n\nTwo of the bulkier security guards stomped over to Rennick. He thought of fighting, considered resisting, but it was pointless. He'd done what he could. At least he would die in the knowledge that he'd tried to make amends for his mistakes.\n\nThe guards brought him up to Darla's buffet table as she stuffed her face with chicken nuggets. She stared at him, long and hard. Her stomach rumbled. \n\n``BUUUUUURRRP!!!''\n\nHe winced at the insult cast directly at his face.\n\n``I always knew that you would betray me,'' Darla uttered casually. ``But I used you to achieve our glorious end. You were of good use to me, Rennick, but now you are little more than a -uuurp- worm. You deserves no respect. No dignity. Only death from your treasonous aspersions.''\n\nHe shook his head. ``I should have known from the start that you had no intention for anything other than self-glory. If a whole nation must die to make you happy, then it is done. Congratulations, my old friend. I hope you eat till your body ruptures. Maybe then, the people can eat.''\n\n``Lie him down,'' she told her guards, and they immediately obeyed, kicking his legs out from under him and forcing him flat on the ground. He squirmed, cursed at his old friend as she rose from her chair and turned. Her enormous rear end loomed over him, blocking out the ceiling lights. Her fat tail swayed eagerly.\n\n``Back away,'' she said to the guards, before crashing down on top of the doomed traitor. He squealed and groaned, but his agony was muffled by the inordinate amount of fat. Her buttcheeks nestled comfortably around his head. His lower body thrashed before her, slapping at her incredible gut.\n\nDarla cackled to herself, and then addressed the room. ``This traitor receives the fate that he deserves. Nobody will stand in the way of the peoples' para-uuurp-dise!''\n\nRennick squeaked out from beneath her. She replied with a loud fart. She delighted in his pathetic coughs and splutters, and she continued to feed. She gorged herself heartily as more food arrived from the farms, her waistline growing just as her wisdom did. She clung to her sizeable breasts when she was finished, rubbed at her gurgling, sloshing stomach, and finished her old comrade off with another incredible fart. He'd long since gone quiet. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Supreme Leader Darla

She was a hero, a beacon of enlightenment that shone across the horizon. A bringer of hope, of equality and dignity to the oppressed masses. The symbol of the revolution, the enemy of the corrupt and the sinful, and her penchant for ridding the land of tyranny was known worldwide. Her picture adorned every wall of every building, and her name was permanently enshrined in the brains of all those who benefitted from her glorious tidings on every TV station. A messiah. A savior. A god.

``BUUUUURRRP!!!''

The picture frames shuddered on the walls of the supreme leader's abode. Pictures of herself. Her early life as a young maiden, buxom and wild. Pictures of her glorious ascension to the face of the revolution. How appropriate that an alligator of such beauty would find such a role. She was well-toned, the pinnacle of sexual vibrance. It was no wonder that the people followed her. Though, it wasn't just her supple rump that caused people to follow behind her.

Now, the revolution was over. The people had risen up, guided by the loving hands of their benevolent leader, Darla Gator. The bourgeois had been stricken down, their wicked ways curtailed. Now, the utopia had arrived. Everybody was happy. Everybody sang songs of how wonderful their lives were. They chanted Darla's name in the streets, day and night, all the world over. Other nations were green with envy, merely shadows in the presence of such a splendid nation as hers.

She was proud to have finally shown the world the true meaning of success.

``Supreme Leader Darla, it is truly an honour to be again in your glorious presence. I am humbled and forever grateful for your wisdom!''

The alligator looked away from her buffet table to inspect the General of her military. He was halfway through a stiff bow. He wouldn't stand up straight unless he was permitted. She let him wait. Wait...

She hummed and cocked her head, watching as his legs began to shudder, his breathing stutter. After three minutes of bowing passed, she finally allowed him to stand straight. Bullets of sweat ran down his face.

``You may speak,'' she said to him.

``Supreme Leader Darla, it is my great pleasure to inform you that the traitors of Darlaville have been extinguished! Never again will their hateful rhetoric pierce your glorious ears!''

Darla laughed heartily. ``Good! I hope their deaths were painful!''

``We have their screams recorded on high-definition audio, Supreme Leader Darla!'' the General stated.

``Marvelous!'' she boomed. Her chubby claws wrapped around yet another greasy chicken drumstick. She crammed it in her maw, swallowed it whole. ``Maybe that will be sufficient warning to any other traitors who wish to-uurp! - steal the peoples' food! May their neighbours weep with joy as their family name rots to nothing. I understand that the relatives have also been dealt with?''

``Their family name will no longer stain our proud nation, Supreme Leader!''

She huffed as she removed her bloated form from her buffet seat. She stood on two chunky feet, her tail dragging along behind as she moved to strike a proud pose before the renowned General.

Her body had changed since the revolution. The people say that her grand wisdom was manifesting itself physically, filling her body to make her appear bloated and fat. Others say that she is merely showing humanity what true beauty looks like, that body standards of the past were a bourgeois manipulation, forcing the oppressed to remain frail and thin.

Others would say that she was just fat. Those others weren't around for long.

Wisdom was very heavy when it became physical in her magnificent form. The room shook as she walked. Her round body quivered. Her round belly, stuffed so full that it resembled a scaly yellow balloon, gurgled and groaned. It was musical. Her backside, once bouncy and pert, was an enormous, wobbling mass. She stood before the General, and, after a wondrous, benevolent belch, bestowed unto him her insight.

``For too long, we have been tolerant of those who espouse selfish beliefs,'' she uttered proudly. ``This is a peoples' nation! All for one, and one for -UURRP - all! Their greed knows no bounds! If they haven't gotten the message yet, then they shall not get it at all, and must be removed from our world, as must anybody who associates with their evil! They believe that they can take food at their whim?! Pah! That is the peoples' food! They are stealing from the people, just like the bourgeoisie of the past! They should be exterminated. Publicly! Make it so.''

The General bowed. She let him up quicker this time, much to his relief. ``Very well, Supreme Leader. Your wisdom is endless! I must ask, however, for your advice.''

Darla cocked her head, considered his request, farted monstrously, and then permitted him to ask.

``There appears to be murmur of an uprising in the East, Supreme Leader. Rumours of a new political movement who disapprove of your glory. We are seeking them out, of course, and will have them brought to justice. But how, Supreme Leader, shall we warn the people of this evil?''

Darla cackled, unconcerned by the news. ``Anybody who opposes the Destroy Evil Party must logically be Pro-evil. The people know this! Any movement that opposes our wonderful utopia is opposed to justice!''

``This is true, Supreme Leader,'' the General said. ``Your wisdom knows no bounds.''

``Have them brought to - uuurp- me. I'll take care of them personally,'' Darla ordered with a wicked grin.

``Yes, Supreme Leader!''

Darla retained her devious smile as she returned to her buffet table. She sat down on her poor creaking chair, so overwhelmed by her brilliance. Any chair was honored to be parked on by her awesome rear end. She dipped her greasy fingers back into the montage of delightful foods collected from the best farms around the country. ``Anything - UURP - else?''

The General stepped back, and another gentleman took his place. It was one of Darla's loyal advisors. He'd been by her side from the very beginning, way back when the Destroy Evil Party was formed. There had been murmurs of his concerns recently. Darla's spies had been watching him closely.

``Rennick,'' she spoke, a hint of tension in her feminine voice. She crammed a handful of sausage rolls into her gaping, belching maw. ``What do you want?''

``Supreme Leader,'' he started shakily. ``I have stayed with you since you were a maiden. I have trusted you, and spread the word of your great and noble deeds. I am forever in your debt.''

``Whatever,'' Darla growled, throwing a sausage roll at him. It bounced off his head, but he daren't flinch. ``Get on with it!''

Rennick took in a deep breath, composed himself. He knew that he may well be signing his own death warrant, but what he saw in the nation was not the utopia that she'd convinced herself of. He had to speak out, or consider himself a coward. ``Supreme Leader, our people are starving. They farm food that they can never taste, and it all comes back here. Back to you! You grow fat while your people are dying! I cannot go any longer without advising you to, please, just allow them to eat! If there is nobody left, there will be nobody to feed you.''

Darla snorted, stared at him with knowing eyes. She'd seen this coming. ``The people are happy,'' she growled. ``They sing my name in the streets. We have eradicated evil! Greed, bigotry and corruption. All because of me!''

``Because you have them killed if they think for themselves!'' Rennick countered. ``This isn't a utopia! It's a soulless, murderous production line, all to cater to your gluttony and your pride!''

Darla looked lazily to the General, and then to the others in the room. ``Does anybody else here agree with these treasonous statements?''

There was complete silence. Not a breath. Nobody would dare. Rennick didn't even try to convince anybody to speak up. He knew that there was nothing he could do.

Darla's lips curled up. ``Bring him to me.''

Two of the bulkier security guards stomped over to Rennick. He thought of fighting, considered resisting, but it was pointless. He'd done what he could. At least he would die in the knowledge that he'd tried to make amends for his mistakes.

The guards brought him up to Darla's buffet table as she stuffed her face with chicken nuggets. She stared at him, long and hard. Her stomach rumbled.

``BUUUUUURRRP!!!''

He winced at the insult cast directly at his face.

``I always knew that you would betray me,'' Darla uttered casually. ``But I used you to achieve our glorious end. You were of good use to me, Rennick, but now you are little more than a -uuurp- worm. You deserves no respect. No dignity. Only death from your treasonous aspersions.''

He shook his head. ``I should have known from the start that you had no intention for anything other than self-glory. If a whole nation must die to make you happy, then it is done. Congratulations, my old friend. I hope you eat till your body ruptures. Maybe then, the people can eat.''

``Lie him down,'' she told her guards, and they immediately obeyed, kicking his legs out from under him and forcing him flat on the ground. He squirmed, cursed at his old friend as she rose from her chair and turned. Her enormous rear end loomed over him, blocking out the ceiling lights. Her fat tail swayed eagerly.

``Back away,'' she said to the guards, before crashing down on top of the doomed traitor. He squealed and groaned, but his agony was muffled by the inordinate amount of fat. Her buttcheeks nestled comfortably around his head. His lower body thrashed before her, slapping at her incredible gut.

Darla cackled to herself, and then addressed the room. ``This traitor receives the fate that he deserves. Nobody will stand in the way of the peoples' para-uuurp-dise!''

Rennick squeaked out from beneath her. She replied with a loud fart. She delighted in his pathetic coughs and splutters, and she continued to feed. She gorged herself heartily as more food arrived from the farms, her waistline growing just as her wisdom did. She clung to her sizeable breasts when she was finished, rubbed at her gurgling, sloshing stomach, and finished her old comrade off with another incredible fart. He'd long since gone quiet.

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