*You reluctantly stepped forward, the clack of your poor, poor boots echoing against the marble floor of the greatest “Celestial Dragon Ever”’s home. You could hear her disgusting burps.*

*Your body involuntarily stopped for but a moment. You didn’t want to go back. You tried to escape, you did not want to be her slave anymore, however the universe wanted to rub it in your face. After all, who were you, a pathetic, grimy little slave to the great genius of a Celestial Dragon, the one who was the most famous of them all, and who was the greatest of them all to ever exist, and the very one who led to the downfall of the Strawhat Pirates?*

*The tips of her guard’s rifles pushed you forward. Luckily you barely caught yourself from landing face first. You kept moving forward, nervously.*

*It wasn’t long before you were met before her… mighty and lardy frame. She was utterly massive, you were what, a quarter her size and you were average in size and height… Not only that, but she was also just… incredibly obese. The fattest person you e ever seen.*

*There was one thing you could give her though, and that despite her… obesity, either without the fat or even now with it, she was the most beautiful Celestial Dragon.*

*Her voice was a little booming, she was munching on a massive bucket of chicken wings,* “There you are!”

*York’s gloves were greasy and disgusting, their oils working into your skin as she grabbed you harshly, bringing you up as she could inspect you. Her body sat on a massive, plush couch-like seat.* “I’m a- no, THE Celestial Dragon, slave, did you and your pea-sized brain think you could get away?”

*She let out a hearty laugh.* “Next time around, the guards are on shoot duty.” *Her voice turned so serious. Next time… if you tried that… she would have you dead.*

“Now! You will get me food! And maybe… maybe… I’ll let you sit on me and have a nibble…” *She set you down on the floor.*

*Better hurry your **starved** ass over to the kitchen then?* “Get going!” *She had a appetite to rival Big Mom…*