Request by PainterRulez1269, I know Stitch didn't do this but the alien is gonna look like Stitch, okay? Okay.
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5sos had gone to the beach and Michael had walked off, walking along the beach when something red caught his eye, he bent down next to it and picked it up. It was like an egg, but it was made of metal and was colored red on the top and bottom, it started glowing blue and got scorching hot, making Michael gasp and drop it, his hands burnt slightly. He felt something grab his leg and he looked down, seeing a blue dog like alien (terrible description I know), it had big round black eyes and large ears, Michael thought it was the cutest thing. "Who are you little guy?" He cooed as he picked it up, it clung to his waist and he giggled.
I'm Chef
Michael heard the voice in his head, "Chef?" He asked and it nodded. "You're so cute." He giggled and pet it's head, feeling it's soft fur like skin. "Michael! There you are!" Ashton shouted and Chef climbed onto Michael's shoulder, resting his head on Michael's. His bandmates ran over to the lilac haired boy and gave him confused looks, "I found a fucking alien." He smiled and they chuckled, making Chef hiss. "Hey, no." He scolded and cradled Chef in his arms, "Can we keep him?" Michael pouted, the alien snuggling into his bare chest. "I don't know Mikey..." Ashton trailed off, "Look at how cute he is." He babbled and Chef hugged Michael's waist, "See." He smiled. "Okay, fine." He gave in and Michael squealed, hugging Chef and petting his head. "He's gonna be our little pet." He mumbled and Luke giggled, "Let's go home." Ashton stated and they walked to the car. Michael held Chef in his lap, it heard Michael's belly growl and it's ears perked up, "Sorry, I'm a little hungry." He blushed and Chef cuddled into his soft tummy, Michael noticed it had a cute little tummy and he rubbed it with his thumb, Chef making a purring noise as he did so. Michael carried the blue alien inside and sat it down on the bar, "So, what can it do?" Ashton asked as Michael pulled a shirt on, "Hey Chef, what can you do?" Mikey asked him and Chef stood up, scurrying around the kitchen and then set down a plate of cookies infront of Michael. "It makes delicious food!" He exclaimed as he bit into a cookie, the four of them eating the cookies happily and Michael looked at him, "Can you show us what else you can cook?" He asked and Chef darted back into the kitchen, scurrying around and they sat down at the table, Chef put dozens of plates down on the table, burgers, hot dogs, pizza, corn dogs, turkey, and hopped onto the table. "I don't think we can eat all this." Calum mumbled and Michael shrugged, eating the food that was put infront of him. They all stuffed themselves and their tummies were sticking out, Michael's belly sitting on his lap from the amount of food he had shoved in there, Chef put a burger infront of Michael and the pale boy bit his lip, "Chef, I can't eat anymore. I'm sorry." He sighed and rubbed his belly, Chef gave him puppy dog eyes and Michael's heart gave in, "Okay, one more." He smiled and ate the burger slowly. "You're whipped by a fucking alien." Calum laughed and Michael glared at him, swallowing the last of the burger and leaning back in his chair.
I know you're not full
"Yes I am." Michael groaned and Chef climbed onto Michael's shoulder.
You better start eating Mikey
"I can't, it hurts." He whined and Chef sat on Luke's head.
I'll eat the boy you love if you don't
"You wouldn't." He trailed off and Chef opened his mouth, nibbling at Luke's hair and Michael went wide eyed. "Okay! Okay! I'll eat what you give me!" He shouted and Chef scurried off into the kitchen, coming back with dozens and dozens of plates filled with desserts, donuts, muffins, cookies, chocolates, cakes, cupcakes, ice cream, brownies, and pies. Michael mentally whined at all the food, he started shoving spoonfuls of pie and cake in his mouth, swallowing becoming a struggle as he crammed more food into his gut, his jeans had popped open long ago and his shirt was riding up above his belly button, he had eaten half of the food that he was given before falling back into his chair, looking at his beach ball belly. "Mikey, you should stop." Luke cooed and Michael felt like screaming why he couldn't stop, "I-I-I can't." He whimpered and put a brownie in his mouth, "You're in pain." He frowned and Michael sighed, "Chef is gonna hurt you if I don't." He frowned and Michael shoved more food in his mouth. "No one can stop me." He mumbled and swallowed the food in his mouth, his belly swelling up as he swallowed bite after bite. He shoved more into his mouth until all the food was gone and he groaned, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his bulging belly, Chef sat on his shoulder. "I thought you were a nice alien." Michael frowned, "I feel like I'm gonna explode." An idea came into Michael's mind and he wiped the food off his face with a napkin, "Do you think you could cook for our crew? But, not make them look like they swallowed a damn yoga ball." He asked the alien.
Really
"Only if you're nice." Michael scolded and Chef nodded, "Can you get up?" Luke asked and Michael shook his head, the blonde helping the stuffed boy stand and help him lay down on the couch, Chef laid on Mikey's belly and Michael scratched his ears, "Did you stuff me just for cuddles?" He chuckled and the alien shook his head, Michael giggled and closed his eyes, falling asleep with a stuffed gut and Chef laying on it. Luke kissed Michael's forehead as he slept, "Thank you." He whispered before going to his bedroom.
