"Hmmm..." You gaze around your filthy, trashed apartment. It IS fittingly slobby for who you are, but... Perhaps, as king, you deserve something more?
"Perhaps, my love, we should focus on our accommodations first?" Your fat fingers gently caress Luther's bulbous cheek. Luther lets out an enormous, piercing belch. "Perhaps we--BWOOOORRRRRP--should?" He shakes his blobby gut now, a sly grin on his face and an erection beneath the folds of this snow leopard's fat. You heft yourself up, a struggle due to your weight, but it's simply the price to pay for your sheer, raw masculinity, and waddle towards the phone, "Rusty? Where are you going?"
You snicker, "Oh, just to give the landlord a little call..." Luther laughs, "Just a call? Why not something.... more?" You pause as you grab the phone, then smirk, he's absolutely correct, "You're right, my love, I think this meeting should be happening face-to--URRRRRP--face." Grabbing the Anthro-Slob Light, your thunderous footfalls plod over back to where your husband lay. He stretches out a blubbery arm and you help lift him up to his feet. Luther readjusts his weight, grunts, and leans to the side to rip a massive fart that stinks up the room. You chuckle, "Nicely done, my dear." He grins proudly. "As consort to the king, I take my regality very--BURRRRRRRP--seriously." He jiggles his belly again, "Now, let's see about that penthouse suite and maybe some catering while we're at it." You scratch your gargantuan behind as you rip a loud fart of your own, ready to greet your landlord and get some well-deserved royal treatment.
The landlord doesn't live very far. You and Luther wobble out of your apartment, heavy footsteps shaking the ground below you, loud eruptions of gas from both ends fogging up the air around you as you waddle down to his office. Standing outside, you bang on the door, "Jerry? This is Russell. From 208?" You say. "I'd like to have a--BWOOORRRP--ugh, word about my current living arrangements with you!" You yell, to no answer. You roll your eyes, the nerve of some of these weak, pathetic humans to just ignore you.
Luther calmly rubs your shoulders, "Fret not, my king, I thing I know a way to get in." You cock an eyebrow as Luther maneuvers himself in front of the door and bends down, presenting his rear before it. "You may want to cover your ears, my love." He snickers as he does himself. You back away slightly as his tail raises up high, "Fire in the hole!"
Just then an enormous, booming fart blasts out of Luther's fat ass, almost impossibly strong, the walls seem to rumble. The door, enduring the full force of the blast, doesn't stand a chance, the thing being forced open, nearly torn from it's hinges, all that's left is a repulsive, eyewatering stink, yet to your refined tastes it's a thing of beauty. Instantly you cum into your fat pad, Luther's gaseous masterpiece being the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. You knew there was a reason you had picked him to be your consort.
As his fart dies down, Luther's eyes flutter with blissful relief. It must've felt as good to let out as it was for you to have witnessed such a glorious spectacle. He sniffs the air, a contented grin on his face, before he stands back up and bows, "Now then, shall we enter, my king?" You clap and nod, smiling with pride, "Indeed we shall." You chuckle as you walk through the door, squeezing your wide rear through the frame, with Luther aiding to push you inside.
"Jerry? Pardon the interruption, but there's a little matter I've been wanting to discuss with you."