Request by PainterRulez1269, there's gonna be a little Malum just an fyi.
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The boys had went to a buffet for dinner and when they walked in, Michael's mouth watered as he saw all the food. He grabbed a plate and filled it up with Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and some pasta, he sat down and immediately dug in, not caring if people were staring at him as he piggie out, soon clearing his plate and went back to get more. He got some pizza, fried chicken, and more mac and cheese because it was that good, he sat back down at the table and was glad he decided to wear sweats as jeans would be feeling too tight at this point. "Mike, don't make yourself sick." Ashton whispered, "I won't, I'm invincible." Michael smirked and continued eating, soon finishing that plate and he was starting to get full, but he got up and got more, again and again. He had eaten some of everything main course wise and was feeling pretty stuffed, Calum took him by surprise when he put a big plate infront of him with a slice of cheesecake, chocolate cake, apple pie, a couple sugar cookies, and a bowl of vanilla ice cream with sprinkles on it, Michael told himself he would eat whatever was put infront of him and he will. Calum pecked Michael's cheek and the black haired boy blushed, then started eating the cheesecake and he was chewing slower than before, "You don't have to eat it all Mike." Calum whispered, "I'm fine." Michael lied after swallowing what he had shoved into his mouth. He put a hand on his belly and felt that it was barely squishy, it was firm and pretty bloated from all the food that it was struggling to digest, he took his hand off and shoved food in his mouth, cramming every bit into his already stuffed gut. Michael had eaten everything off the plate except for the cookies and he slowly ate them, swallowing the last bit before pushing the plate away. "No more." He mumbled and rested his head in his hands, his belly firmly sitting on his lap and his shirt was riding up above his belly button. "Let's go home Mike." Luke cooed and Michael tugged on his shirt, trying to pull it down but failing. "Calum, carry me." Michael whined and his bandmates laughed, the Kiwi boy picked him and Michael rested his head in the crook of his neck, yawning as Calum put him down in the car and buckling him in, the seat belt tight on his tummy. The stuffed boy fell asleep in the car ride and Calum carried him back inside, laying him down on his bed and pulling the covers over him, kissing his forehead before leaving Michael's bedroom.
