A commission done for  ChonkCatCentral about his character, Lady Adelaide Valli.
The lady is a rich heiress and a keen collector of unusual artefacts from abroad. When her contact from overseas comes with the promise of a new, highly sought after luxury, Adelaide must make sure that her morning routine is all in order for it's delivery.
Characters belong to  ChonkCatCentral



Adelaide was awoken, as punctually as ever, by one of her maids opening the curtains to allow the weak spring sunlight inside. The 700 pound Peterbald-Siamese gave a yawn, her many chins shaking and bouncing as she attempted to sit up from her mound of pillows.

“Good morning, my lady,” came the chirpy voice of her personal maid, Mia. The black cat had suddenly appeared by one of Adelaide’s pillow-like arms and gently took a hold of the doughy limb, her fingers sinking deeply into fat as she helped her obese mistress up so that she could rest against the headboard.

“Good morning, Mia,” Adelaide replied, pulling the covers down to expose her immense globe of a double belly, encased in a nightgown of finest silk. Already the maid was returning with a silver platter, upon which rested porcelain plates of buttered toast triangles, fried eggs, and cured cold cuts. The considerably large breakfast was laid neatly upon Adelaide’s belly, before Mia gently tied a napkin about her lady’s chin.

Adelaide began making work of her breakfast, flipping through a couple of Endrish newspapers to ensure she was properly caught up with world events. All the while she chewed and chomped her way through the hefty quantity of food provided to her. In a short time, Adelaide had cleared the plates, after which she took a few minutes pause to let herself digest, reading the papers while wiping her chins clean.

Once she was done, the tray was taken away back to the kitchens, and Mia, with the help of the other maid, Naouk, pulled away the covers to expose every inch of the incredibly obese cat. From there they both helped Adelaide out of the bed, first by swinging her legs over the side, and then helping to ease her onto her feet. Now firmly standing, Adelaide waddled to the bathroom, her pendulous breasts swinging through her nightgown with each swing of her hips.

Once Adelaide reached the white marble bathroom, Mia tugged off the lady of the house’s nightshirt, exposing her body so that she could walk over to the bench by the shower drain. Once her wide rear was seated upon the bench, Adelaide turned on the water flow, upon which warm water erupted from the brass head above, flowing down onto Adelaide’s white fur, soaking into it with a satisfying feeling of relief. Picking up the soap from the bench beside her, she worked up a lather and began to wash. She scrubbed her fat, grabbing her massive udder-like breasts and rubbing the cleansing lather into every crack and fold of her substantial body. Her flesh was near liquid itself, wobbling and expanding between her fingers when she grasped it, the water causing it and her fur to become slick. She gave particular care to her belly and the side rolls about her hips, though due to the sheer size of her overhanging gut, Adelaide required extra hands.

Mia, her portly black-furred body completely nude besides a pair of rubberised gloves, stepped in and gently lifted up the overhang of her employer’s belly, exposing Adelaide’s nether region and the expanse of her pancake thighs. With utmost care, Mia moved in with a sponge, wiping and soaking the fur of her mistress’s underhang in soap. It was an area that required a good deal of detail, for even in the Endrish climate it was apt to become sweaty. Mia was especially good at it, having grown well accustomed to cleaning the area. Her fingers were light and nimble, delving into every fold to clean. It was like washing her own children, though there was a great deal more mass to cover. While she did so, the much lighter Naouk brought in a stout brush and scrubbed away at Adelaide’s back, making the lady stifle a moan of relief at the sensation of the bristles upon her fur. Even with the added complexities of her weight, bath time was always a time to relax and contemplate.

Once Adelaide was finished with her shower, the maids redressed themselves before toweling her off, after which she headed to the wardrobe room to be dressed. The area was spacious, with the walls lined with dressers of shining mahogany, from which her extensive clothing collection could be chosen from.

“Is our visitor still to be expected?” Adelaide asked as Naouk dressed her in her underclothes, gently fastening them about the lady’s mare-like backside and meter wide hips with the tying of ribbons. A stool was then provided for the bulbous feline to sit upon, which allowed Mia to kneel down and slip on her stockings. They were large and baggy, a requirement given the vastness of Adelaide’s vaguely cone-shaped legs. As Mia rolled them up the jiggling flesh bit by bit, the thin silk stretched, forming around every bulge and roll of her legs, and clinging to the rolls formed by the joints of her knee and ankle.

“We received a telegram saying that her vessel docked last night,” Mia replied. “I’m sure she will be punctual, my lady,”

“She’s never late, weather abiding,” nodded Adelaide. She singled out a black, frilled tiered dress, lacking the high collar that she would have worn with it in her slimmer days. To put it on, the two maids had to slip it on over her head, pulling it down bit by bit over the various humps and valleys of her body, while she guided her own arms into the sleeves. To ensure steady progress, they moved around her like worker bees about the queen, fussing and guiding the garment about.

Once dressed, they fitted Adelaide’s shoes and did them up, upon which she returned to her bedroom to sit before the mirror as her hair was brushed and styled. To complete her appearance, she chose a pair of golden earrings and a simple diamond necklace from one of her jewelry boxes.

“Looking beautiful, my lady,” bowed Mia after she helped Adelaide up from her chair, before handing an ivory tipped cane to her bloated mistress.

“Thank you, Mia. It’s only fitting I dress well for such an occasion. Deals such as these require a certain level of dress.” Adelaide took an experimental step with the cane, and found that it was sufficiently helpful in helping her balance, along with relieving some pressure from her knees. A quick glance at the mirror told she was perfectly presentable. “Now then, I shall retire to the drawing room to wait.”

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An hour of tea with some light reading under the glass dome of her drawing room followed. Adelaide worked on notes for her next series of acquisitions, which provided a sufficient distraction until one of her servants entered to let her know that the gate guards had reported the arrival of carriages to the gatehouse.
Helped from her seat by the maids, Adelaide took the short walk down to the hall, then plodded heavily down the stairs, which left her a little out of breath as she leaned heavily upon her cane for respite. Her dress was tight and robust enough to reduce the copious amounts of wobbling and jiggling that came with looser clothing, which could make her resemble a pile of white gelatine when she was in her nightgown. She looked perfectly poised and respectable.

A small number of carriages pulled up outside and the great doors swung open after a few minutes. In walked a smartly dressed Oriental Shorthair, clad a broad shouldered ladies jacket and simple full length skirt.

“Mirjam! My dear!” Adelaide declared, beaming widely at the sight of the trader. Mirjam bowed her greyish-white head in a small curtsy, before approaching and taking Adelaide’s hand in greeting.

“Miss Valli, a pleasure to see you again,” she smiled. “And an even greater pleasure to be able to be of such service to you.”

“Oh please, please,” Adelaide shook her head. “I am the one who is lucky to have your services. I know what a great task it is to brave the Terneufi lands.”

“That is true, but loyalty and good rates in these kinds of services always go a long way.” Mirjam winked. She was a good few years younger and far, far slimmer, her limbs honed with regular use, her legs especially muscular and thick. Adelaide often wondered what it would be like to see Mirjam in action, skulking about the strange dark continent, fostering contacts and adventuring to exotic tombs and fortresses.

Shortly, a collection of Adelaide’s own guards and servants came through the doors, carrying a large wooden crate with the utmost care and attention. They were flanked on either side by two smartly dressed men, a taller, brown faced Siamese and an older gray shorthair.
Adelaide felt certain Mirjam’s guards were likely uncomfortable at being disarmed by her own guards. Well, they can be as uncomfortable as they want, Adelaide thought. They’re still getting paid.

The two ladies accompanied the passage of the crate through to one of Adelaide’s display halls, where all manner of exotic artifacts stared down at them from glass cases upon the walls.

“Was it hard to acquire?” Adelaide inquired.

Mirjam paused. “A little. Such an item, as you can imagine, is unlikely to be found in such good condition. I came across reports of it from a, ah, how do I phrase this…” She thought for a second. “A midnight walk to a trading post. From there, once I had extracted myself, I followed the trail to a few locations held by early explorers.” The crate was gently maneuvered about, before one of Adelaide’s head servants ordered it to be set down. “Timo, Gerard,” Mirjam ordered her two men, who set about preparing to open the crate, before turning back to her sponsor. “From there I discovered where these early adventurers had moved their prize and followed their path to a cache they had laid. It found it there, well preserved within a cave alongside some other notable prizes.”

The nails were removed and slowly the wooden panels unfurled like the petals of a flower, exposing the mound of straw that filled the container. Carefully, Gerard pulled the straw away to expose the wooden frame it had been cushioning, and then what the frame displayed.

It was a set of armor, fashioned from gold and bronze. The helmet was unlike those from Endrish history, instead being an open faced design shaped into the head of an exotic bird, with glittering opals for eyes. It boasted breast and arm plates, weathered by time, while the cloak that hung down its back was fashioned from the spotted skin of some wild animal. More jewelry and amulets were hung around the neck of the frame, which shimmered with gold, rubies, emeralds and chunks of amethyst. Adelaide clapped her hands in delight as she watched the last of the straw be pulled away, exposing greaves of beaten gold and animal skin boots. Then, at the base, rested a great shield of wood studded with scales and an exotic weapon, a kind of club-axe with chunks of sharp black rock embedded into the sides of the ancient wooden body.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!” Adelaide beamed, moving in closer to take a better look at the ancient craftsmanship. “A perfect set! I do not think there is such a well preserved example of tribal knight armor in any of the Terneufi collections on the continent. And an intact weapon too!”

“It took some effort to extract it from the cave, but we did our best to preserve it against the elements so that it could come to you in as intact a form as possible,” Mirjam continued to narrate. “There had to be a good deal of secrecy about the extraction back to our vessel. As you can imagine, many interested parties were eager to get their hands on such a relic.”

“Well, it is safe in my collection now,” Adelaide declared. “And what a fine addition it is!”

The two had done deals for years now, and a considerable part of Adelaide’s displays were made up of weapons, clothes, items and remains that Mirjam had acquired from her long trips to Terneuf.

“I’ll have a member of the historical society come in to authenticate. Just a formality, of course. I don’t doubt this is an exemplary piece,” Adelaide continued as her servants began to brush up and pack away the loose straw.

“Naturally. Such things need to go through the proper legal and professional hoops,” Mirjam nodded. “Though, I am especially proud of this find. I’m glad it is bringing you so much joy.”

“It will be the pride of my collection,” the older cat assured her, peering at the delicate necklaces and inhaling the wondrous scent of history emitting from the armor. “Until, I’m sure, you find something even more fantastical for me in your travels.”

Mirjam gave a laugh. “I certainly shall try.”

What followed next was a small lunch, then the payment of Mirjam for her services, which took up a significant amount of time, given the sums involved and the required presence of Adelaide’s personal lawyer to oversee the transaction. Once that was complete and Mirjam’s men loaded her payment into their carriage, the man from the historical society had arrived and the examination of the armor concluded that it was indeed authentic. Papers were signed and stamped, at which point it was only fair that Adelaide extended an offer of dinner to her guest, to which Mirjam readily agreed.

It was, typical for Adelaide, a large dinner. Though Mirjam didn’t indulge as much, she appreciated the recreations of Terneuf cuisine by the skilled cooks.
Adelaide ate greedily and was leaning even more heavily on the cane by the time she bade Mirjam farewell and watched the carriage set off into the late evening.

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An hour or so of letter writing and correspondence keeping followed, as well as notifying fellow enthusiasts of her new acquisitions, which were doubtless to cause a great deal of interest. Soon after, though, she felt her energies starting to deplete and figured that it was time for herself to retire.

Going up the stairs was even more arduous than coming down, her thighs squishing and rubbing through the fabric of her dress. Not to mention how all the excitement of such a large purchase had left her rather drained of energy and seeking rest.


Once back in her room, Adelaide decided that, naturally, a bath was in order. Naouk ran the hot water, adding copious amounts of soap and plant essences to the frothing mix, as Mia attended to Adelaide’s clothing.

“Sit, my lady,” she instructed and Adelaide did as she was told, sitting on a bench while Mia hiked up her lady’s dress and began to loosen the various ribbons, before slowly pulling it up and off her body. Undressing such a fat woman could be quite the hassle, especially if Adelaide was feeling too tired to contribute much. The dress had the tendency to catch on folds, resulting in a small struggle to free it. Once it was off, Adelaide’s stockings and brassiere followed, with Mia taking gentle care to ease them off her lady’s body. Adelaide cared not for her resulting nudity as her undergarments were removed. Mia had dressed and undressed her for years. She was well used to it by this point.

Once naked, Adelaide entered the bath, a bowl set into the ground, her immense body causing significant water displacement as the water overflow into the drains with loud gurgles. The immense cat gave a sigh of relief as she settled down into the steaming water, feeling a good bit lighter as the water took a good portion of the weight she felt, along with her stress, off her body. The two maids left Adelaide alone as the gurgles of her stomach’s digestion filled the air.

When they were summoned back in after twenty minutes, the two maids took Adelaide by the arms and eased her up and out of the bath onto the bathroom floor, where both vigorously dried her with soft towels. Again, they paid special attention to the underside of her gut and inside of her thighs, with Adelaide leaning on Mia for support as the younger cat dried at her flabby pubic area.

“Do you require some tea, Miss Valli?” Mia asked as she gently rubbed at each individual leg fold and tuck.

“I believe some tea should aid in my sleep tonight,” nodded Adelaide as Naouk toweled at her hair. “Did Kwang-Sun not take delivery of some new mixes of late?”

“He did, my lady, I can send for some to be boiled in time for bed.”

“Then do it.”

Mia nodded and left to tell Kustas, one of the male servants, at the door to see that a kettle was boiled.

Once Adelaide was dry, she waddled ponderously into her bedroom to be dressed in a freshly cleaned nightgown. Sitting down on a bench, she lifted her doughy arms for the final time of the day, letting the starched white garment be gently slipped over her head and pulled down her belly, her melon sized breasts protruding through the fabric prominently.

Kustas brought in a silver teapot on a tray which he handed off to Naouk as Mia helped her lady into bed. The wooden frame groaned under the weight of the massive cat, before Mia helped lift each of Adelaide’s huge legs onto the mattress.

Adelaide gave a wince and reached down with a pudgy hand to grasp at her own thigh.

“Are you okay Miss Valli?” Mia asked, concerned.

“My legs are a bit sore,” the white feline admitted as she propped herself up against the headboard.
“Started when I left the bath”

“The tea should help,” Mia assured her, pouring a generous portion of the pale purple liquid into the teacup and handing it over. “Do you need a massage, my lady?”

“I certainly won’t decline.”

Mia nodded and pulled back the covers, exposing all of Adelaide’s elephantine legs, before going to work at them. She gripped the pliable meat, squeezing and kneading. Starting at the hips, she worked the voluminous thighs before moving downwards to the ankles. Adelaide watched, sipping the hot tea, feeling the muscles beneath her heavy layers of fat be massaged and prodded. The stress slowly ebbed away from her limbs while the hot tea filled her gut and eased her mind. Adelaide smacked her lips in contentment as she poured herself another cup, daintily sipping away as Mia gave her a reassuring smile as she moved to the hanging rolls of Adelaide’s cankles. These proved to be quite the stress point as they were vigorously gripped and groped, the release causing pleasant sensations to run right up Adelaide’s legs as she stifled a contented sigh.

Once done, she was eased down so her head rested upon the feather pillows and the covers brought up to her arms, encasing her in warmth. As Mia took the tea and bid her goodnight, Adelaide Valli was already slipping into sleep.