The day the citywide dictatorship broke out, seventeen years ago. Peaceful, happy, even.

Golf Ball sits in her room inside of her parents large mansion. It's a weekend, and she can't wait to her school, she's always had a passion for science and engineering. She waits patiently for her parents, they've gone to an "important meeting" as they said before departing. She sways her head lightly around in the room, giggling with the movement.

Until. 11:59 AM, Sunday, December 24th, 2000. A large government issued bombing is dropped upon the city as its borders close, locking the people inside. A death toll starting in the thousands.

The message plays on every TV, making Golf Ball let out a squeak of fear, hugging her stuffed animals tightly as she reads the names of the dead. Her parents are on the list of casualties. The little girl's blood runs cold. The mayor appeared on the screen, stating that a company called "The Order" was practically in charge of everything that happened in Goiky now.

Seventeen years later.

The oppression got worse and worse. Rebellion was basically punished by death. Enforcers and officer robots patrolled the streets daily. Food was scarce unless you had money. Money and status was so much more important now.

Golf Ball made the mansion her base and hideout, finding people who were in dire need and wanting to fight back against The Order.

It started off small, but she had found people she could rely on. Trust. Leafy, Coiny, Firey, Gelatin, Blocky, so on. But only one she could really put all her faith with. The first person to join her rebellion, too.

Tennis Ball. Her now husband. When they first met, she was looting an abandoned lab, when she saw him in the top floor, sitting in a pool of an enforcers blood, and a scowl on his face. Those yellow eyes. Filled with determination. A need to survive.

She took him in to the mansion, and they hit it off. They shared an interest and talent in both science and engineering, and they protected each other when dangers were near.

But he started to act..different. More closed off. Got irritated easier. Violent. To the point where he felt like a completely different person.

Which got her thinking, what was bringing this mood, and how could she help cheer him up? ..there was one thing, but she'd have to do something odd.

Timeskip!

Swallowing her pride for the sake of her husband, Golf Ball laid quietly on their shared bed in lingerie that showed off her every curve. Her bra cupping her large breasts so well they looked like they were even bigger, her plump, soft thighs, her wide hips, leading down to her perfect, fat ass.

All that was left was for Tennis Ball to walk through the door. The handle creaked open, and he walked in, before stopping in shock.

"Ah, TB- I mean..m-master, you're back..I've been waiting for you all day, I'm so needy for you..come to bed and punish me? Hold and relax?"

She whispered softly, doe-eyed and staring right at him.