Diana woke slowly, feeling that things couldn't be better...yet also couldn't be more wrong. She looked over at her husband - her loving, wonderful husband - and thought "Something's not right about this." as he rolled over to face her...his face a great, round moon of dimpled cheeks, soft chins, billowy jowls and kind, cheerful eyes....his body...his body...he kissed her, but his body...
Wait a second...
"Good morning, Master Bruce...Mistress Diana...are we ready for pre-breakfast?" said a smiling man who she knew was named Alfred.
The man beside her - the great, round, fat man beside her - said with an almost childish lilt in his voice "You bet, Alfie! How 'bout you, Dee? Are you feelin' peckish?"
He said this with a wide smile, and an obvious twinkle of good humor in his eyes.
She needed to get a little time to think this through, so she said "Sure" except it came out with a girlish giggle and a jolly "Sure thin', Bee. Dee's always in th' mood fer food!"
Bee? Dee? He was Bruce Wayne and she was Diana...Wayne? Except that they jokingly called each other 'Bee' and 'Dee' during the course of their empty, vapid lives.
Empty. Vapid. Their lives were simply and stupid wastes of time that utterly revolved around pleasing themselves.
But...what else was there to do? What else did they EVER do?
She tried to clear her head a few more times that morning, as she and 'Bee' gorged themselves on Alfreds delightful Crêpe's with Honey Sauce and Hash with a coddled egg's while they watched morning television. Then a small army of servants helped them rise and wash together while they ate Duck-Sausage and Almojábana sandwiches. Their bodies were scrubbed, powdered and scented while they chatted and snacked on Eggs Neptune and Bagels with Lox. They were dressed by servants while they nibbled at Kulcha with Chickpea chole, never once leaving each others company. She was quietly horrified by their bodies - massive, globe-like, pale and almost helpless - yet she never stopped eating or chatting with her husband. The two things seemed to go together hand and hand. Her hair was washed, brushed and styled in an absurdly large hairspray 'poof' that looked ridiculous...except she KNEW she always wore her hair like that. She loved that hairstyle. It suited her wide face, particularly after all her makeup and huge, glittering diamond earrings were applied. While big, flashy rings were slipped into all her thick fingers, heavy bracelets about her thick wrists and a fall of diamonds and gold about her neck, her husband was squeezed into a perfectly tailored suit that cost more than most mens cars...and which he would wear only once. They both had custom tailored clothes made for them every morning, and never wore the same thing twice.
It was a waste. A stupid waste. It was a shocking display of empty self-worship.
It was EXACTLY what they deserved.
When they were finished, they waddled with the ponderous, stately grace of royalty to the dining room...and the next several hours were spent eating without pause. Several televisions ran the whole time, and when she wasn't eating or watching television, she and Bee (her wonderful, handsome husband) giggled and chatted like children. Had...she ever had more complex thoughts? Had she ever thought of anything but self-gratification and loving her husband? Had...anyone else been important to her? That...sounded sill. Surely she and Brice were the only people of any importance. It wasn't that they were selfish...it's just that they were rich and the rich deserved special treatment. The fact that they were among the richest people on the planet meant that they deserved the MOST and that was that.
That evening (they never stopped eating, and breakfast flowed into brunch, then lunch, then tea, then supper...) they hosted a massive party, and only the richest, most 'special' people came. Actors and music producers and politicians and mere millionaires came from all over the world, and she felt more normal than ever...because these people understood that SHE and HER HUSBAND were the MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE in the world. The best and the smartest. The most perfect. The most important.
Not...this...person...
But that night, they stripped naked and their huge (perfect/handsome/beautiful) bodies sang a song of sweat and love that filled her ears and clouded her mind again. Surely she and Bruce had always been this way...this selfish...this spoiled.
"No..." she moaned as Be ate his beautiful Dee's fat pussy out. She took his delicious cock in her thick lips and sucked him off, before she and he cuddled and giggled slowly drifted off to sleep...to begin again tomorrow...and the next day...
She wouldn't be this terrible creature. She couldn't imagine anything better than being the wealthy, childish Diana 'Dee' Wayne. If she was going to break free of this trap, she'd have to do it quick...
"G'night, Dee..." he said with a smile, as he snuggled up to her - his soft, warm body exactly what she wanted - and she smiled. She hated this, but she also WANTED to sink into a wonderful life of indulgence and waste.
"G'night, Bee. I luv yah." she said with dimples in her cheeks.