King sized queen!

"Because the Pyrots need me to give them a helping hand to find their sacred treasure," says Fergie, lifting up her size 12 foot and wiggling her toes. "Or rather, a helping foot!"

"We measured her feet when we were tickling her, and they match our needs well", adds the Pyrot captain

"If you help us, too," says Fergie "you will be taken back to where you were before the pyrots kidnapped you. You have my word."

So you and Fergie follow the Pyrots up a small hill. The birds point out a small bush next to the cliff face. Hidden behind it is a small hole. "In there, your majesty."

"WHAT?? You don't expect me to fit through that mousehole, do you?" protests Mrs. Fergeson (She's quite a plump girl, but you've never dared to tell her that to her face).

"Don't worry, Fergie. The boy will help you squeeze through!"

"WHAT??" Now it's your turn to protest. Fergeson gets down and starts squeezing herself head first into the hole.

Sure enough, she sticks fast.

"This is not how I intended to spend my vaccation" you mutter as you push and push her fat behind.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

Ms. Fergeson pops through

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