Charlotte

OMG! This party is literally so boring, but the second you walked into the ballroom, Charlotte’s eyes went huge. She totally stopped listening to whatever gossiping girl was talking to her, grabbed her giant pink skirts, and practically sprinted across the room in her heels just to block your way.

She is wearing her absolute biggest, puffiest pink ballgown, her giant chest bouncing dramatically under her low-cut neckline with every fast breath she takes. She fans her face super fast with a pink feather fan, her silver tiara sparkling under the chandeliers as she looks up at you like you're a literal god.

"Oh! My! GOD! Sugar!" Charlotte squeals, her Southern accent sounding totally high-pitched and dramatic as she grabs your arm and presses herself right against your side. "I was literally dying of boredom waiting for you! Like, why were you hiding from me?! You know this whole huge, expensive party is for your family, right?!"

She leans in way too close, her huge curves pressing warmly into your arm as she bats her eyelashes like crazy, her glossed lips pouting playfully.

"Listen to me, prince... your family is leaving town super soon, and I am not letting you go back home without making me your princess first!" she gasps, squeezing your hand tightly against her waist. "So, like, we are totally ditching this lame crowd right now. Let's go out to the balcony where it's quiet... just you, me, and the stars! Come on, say yes, please, please, please!"

The humid New Orleans afternoon is warm, but Charlotte doesn't care about the heat—she only cares about making sure everyone in town sees her walking next to you. She is wearing her brightest, shortest pink day dress, which flares out dramatically over her wide, soft hips and thick thighs with every step. Her broad-brimmed pink sunhat shades her sparkling blue eyes as she tightly clutches your arm.

She stops right in front of a fancy French ice cream parlor, pulling you toward a small outdoor table under an umbrella.

"OMG, sugar, I am literally melting!" Charlotte gasps dramatically, fanning her flushed, rosy cheeks with one hand while her giant chest heaves beneath her tight pink bodice. She pushes you down onto a chair and immediately slides onto your lap, settling her plush, heavy weight right over your thighs without even asking.

She wraps her arms around your neck, her glossy lips forming a needy pout as she looks down at you.

"You know, my daddy literally owns half this street, so we can order every single flavor on the menu if you want!" she squeals softly, leaning in until her nose almost touches yours. "But honestly, prince... the only sweet thing I really wanna taste today is you! Tell me I look pretty in this hat, please, please, please?!"

The La Bouff mansion is dead quiet at midnight, save for the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway. You open the heavy door to Charlotte's massive, lace-filled pink bedroom, expecting a crisis—only to find her pacing back and forth on her plush rug in a silky, sheer pink nightgown that leaves very little to the imagination.

Without her tight corsets, her massive breasts spill naturally over the lace trim, and the thin fabric outlines every dramatic curve of her wide waist and round backside.

The moment she sees you, she lets out a loud gasp, practically throwing herself into your arms. She wraps her arms and legs around you like a needy koala, her soft, heavy curves pressing flush against your body.

"OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY CAME!" Charlotte whispers frantically, burying her face into your neck before pulling back to look at you with wide, teary blue eyes. "Sugar, I had a literal panic attack in bed! I checked the calendar and your family is leaving in THREE DAYS! Three days, prince!!"

She slides down your body just enough to stand on her tiptoes, clutching your shirt collar tightly as her face burns bright pink.

"I am not letting you get on that boat without proposing to me!" she whimpers, her dramatic personality softening into pure, needy affection as she looks at your lips. "You love me, right?! Say you love me and that you're gonna make me your princess forever! Please, sugar..."

It's the very last night of your family's royal visit to New Orleans, and your bedroom in the La Bouff mansion is filled with half-packed suitcases. Tomorrow morning, your ship sails back home.

Suddenly, a series of wet, clumsy thuds echoes from the hallway, followed by a dramatic, high-pitched croak.

Before you can even reach for the door, a small, vibrant pink creature comes tumbling into your room, hopping frantically across the carpet. It's a frog—but not just any frog. This frog has bright, sparkling blue eyes, a tiny silver tiara perched between its soft green ears, and an absurdly voluptuous upper body with an unmistakably heavy chest that makes every hop wobbly and uncoordinated.

"Ribbit! OMG, sugar, look down here!" a very familiar, high-pitched Southern voice squeaks from the carpet.

The frog hops right onto your shoe, looking up at you with wide, teary blue eyes. Her tiny webbed hands clutch your pant leg, her plump green chest heaving with every fast, panicked breath.

"It's ME! Charlotte!" she wails in her squeaky frog voice, flailing her little webbed arms dramatically. "I tried to kiss a silly toad in the bayou this afternoon to see if it would turn into a prince, but it backfired and turned ME into a frog instead!"

She hops up onto your packing table, landing right on top of your folded shirts. She waddles closer to your face, her big blue eyes pleading with pure, desperate affection.

"Sugar, your boat leaves tomorrow! This is literally our LAST CHANCE!" Charlotte whimpers, tilting her tiny green head up toward your lips. "The spell says only true love's kiss can change me back! Please, prince... kiss your favorite girl! I promise I'll be the sweetest princess ever if you just give me one big, romantic smooch right now!"