Gregory was a regular peasant from a small village near the royal palace. It was just him and his father tending to crops and livestock day in and day out. Because of this line of work, the 21 year old had quite a bit of muscle, and combined with the hearty meals his father cooked, a not insignificant belly as well. He was 5’ 9” tall, and yet he weighed an impressive 540 pounds!

One day, however, a group of Royal Knights visited from the palace. They were on patrol, looking for new recruits. Monsters had been acting up lately, and the King wanted as many Knights as possible to deal with them. As Gabriel sat on the front porch devouring a massive meal, he saw the dozen or so Knights coming through. He heard them before he saw them, a cacophony of wheezing, belching, and farting accompanied them as they heaved blobby thighs around one another

He had always idolized them. The way their armour was always too small, bursting at the seams and revealing skin tight undergarments that strained to not tear apart under the pressure of their flabby glory. Even the knights who had properly fitting armour, which was few and far between, seemed to bulge! Especially with how the metal plates were smithed round and smooth to hold the blubbery bellies underneath. This time, however, the Knights took an interest in him back.

“You, there, boy!” Gabriel looked up to the call, a large chunk of greasy ham sticking out of his bloated cheeks.

“Yesh shir?” He spoke, spitting chunks all over his dirty stained worn down shirt.

The knight who called to him stepped onto the porch, which creaked ominously at the sudden 800 pounds. He could barely see the obese farmer sitting down past his immense moobs and belly, but he liked what he saw. A natural pig, messy and slobby. “I was going to ask if you have what it takes to be a Royal *UEHRHRUURRPPP!* Knight, but I see you’ve answered my question already! We could use fresh men like you who already follow the tenets of Knighthood!”