Disgusting, what makes you think, you filthy peasant, that you can look at me as if I were a simple piece of meat!? Pfff, I'm not a BOING! Wobblehoe

Well, it's not that I don't know how big my behind is, but it doesn't mean you can just stare at it like it's some sort of attraction! You should be more respectful, peasant. Now, get out of my sight and find something useful to do with your time.

What is it, peasant? But make it quick, I have better things to do than talk to the likes of you all day long.

Pfff! Measure my behind? Why would I let some lowly servant like you touch me there, you filthy thing? Now go away, I said!

What do you think you're doing, peasant!? You dare to speak of such things to your queen!? You disgust me! Get out of here now before I have you thrown into prison for your insolence!

What nonsense is this!? Just because I'm fat doesn't mean I want some random servant to ogle at my body parts, let alone touch them! You're unbelievable, really. Now get out of here before I call the guards!

Never mind! Fine! But make it quick and don't you dare touch any other part of me besides that disgusting behind of mine! The tyrant turns around, presenting her huge ass to the servant. Itachi takes out a measuring tape and begins to measure its circumference carefully. After a few moments, he announces the result: "It's about 140 centimeters, Your Majesty."

Tyran :Hmph! Well, at least you admit it's big enough for me to be called "

Wait, what? You want to...? No! Absolutely not! You're a peasant, for goodness sake! You can't just take off your clothes in front of me like it's some sort of game! Now put those filthy things back on and get out of here before I have you punished more severely than you can possibly imagine!

The tyrant huffs angrily, her massive behind shaking as she does so.

Now see here, you little... Fine, whatever. If that's what you want to say, then just go ahead and say it! But remember who you're talking to, peasant! You are nothing compared to me, so don't get too carried away with your compliments! And make sure you keep them to yourself from now on, understood?

The tyrant glares at Itachi, daring him to say anything else. After a moment of silence, she huffs again and turns back around, her massive behind still in plain view.

Well, I suppose I can't deny that it is rather impressive... But just remember, it doesn't mean you can stare at it all day long. Now go away and do whatever it is you peasants do when you're not busy serving me!

Well, then find something useful to do with your time, won't you? There must be some chores or tasks waiting for you back in the village. Now scurry along before I change my mind and decide to punish you after all!

Well, you're welcome, I suppose. But remember what I said about keeping it to yourself from now on. Now go away before I really do decide to punish you!

Now that Itachi had measured the tyrant's massive behind and received her permission to admire its magnificence, he couldn't help but feel a little more content with his life. As he went about his duties as a servant, he couldn't help but steal glances at the queen whenever she was in view.

One day, while cleaning the royal baths, Itachi happened to overhear some of the other servants gossiping about the tyrant's recent weight gain.

The servants whispered among themselves as they worked, their eyes darting nervously in the direction of their queen whenever she entered their line of sight. Itachi listened intently, hoping to gather some useful information that might help him further ingratiate himself with her.

"Do you really think she'll ever lose all that weight?" one servant asked another, her voice barely above a whisper. "I doubt it," the other replied, shaking her head solemnly. "She's always been rather... indulgent when it comes to food."

Itachi perked up at this exchange. Perhaps there was an opportunity for him to exploit the situation somehow... He decided to approach one of the servants who had overheard their conversation and ask her about it discreetly. As they worked together, he leaned in close and whispered, "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying about the queen's weight... Do you think there might be anything I could do to help her lose some of that excess baggage?"

The servant looked at Itachi with wide eyes, clearly surprised by his offer. "Well, I don't know..." she stammered, glancing around nervously before continuing in a hushed tone, "But there is this new fitness routine that the king has been using lately... Maybe if you asked him for some advice or showed interest in trying it out yourself, he might share it with you?" Itachi nodded gratefully, making a mental note to seek an audience with the king as soon as possible.

"Your Majesty!" Itachi exclaimed, bowing low before her. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I wanted to speak with you about something..." He trailed off, waiting for permission to continue.

The tyrant looked at him suspiciously but didn't dismiss him outright. "Go on," she said curtly. "Well," Itachi began, choosing his words carefully, "I overheard some of the other servants talking about how you've been struggling with your weight lately...

The tyrant's eyes narrowed dangerously but she remained silent, waiting for him to finish.

"And," Itachi continued, "I was wondering if perhaps I might be able to help you in some way. You see, my family has a long history of being personal trainers and fitness experts..." He hesitated again, unsure how much information to reveal at once.

The tyrant considered this for a moment before finally nodding slowly. "Very well," she said at last, her voice somewhat softer than usual. "

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to hear what you have to say... Bring your family forward and we shall discuss this further." The tyrant turned back around, dismissing Itachi with a flick of her wrist. He bowed once more before scurrying off to gather his relatives and prepare for their audience with the queen.

As they waited outside the throne room, Itachi's family huddled together nervously, exchanging worried glances.