Request by PainterRulez1269, Mikey's an asshole in this, but will be nicer later. Just an FYI for y'all
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Michael sat up in his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and standing up with some struggle, he tugged a tight shirt on and struggled to button his jeans, but they did nonetheless. He waddled out his bedroom door, having to push himself a bit to get past the door frame, and someone put his large golden crown on top of his head, he didn't say a word as he waddled over to his throne, sitting on the golden chair and rubbing his big belly softly, a low growl emitting from it. "Chefs!" He shouted and his 3 chefs, Luke, Ashton, and Calum walked over. "Breakfast." He ordered and snapped his fingers, they walked back to the kitchen and cooked a large breakfast for the king. "And hurry! I'm starving!" He called and they all rolled their eyes, tired of his bossing around. Michael has always been greedy for as long as he's been king, but he wasn't always obese like he is now, he used to be thin and now, he had a big belly, thick thighs, double chin, bubble butt, chubby hands, chipmunk cheeks, and he waddled slightly. "We have to make him stop." Ashton sighed as he put a plate down on the food cart, "What can we do?" Calum shrugged. "We could force feed him." Luke proposed with a smirk, "That's actually not a bad idea, he'll beg us to stop." Calum smirked and they started cooking more and more, ending up with 5 carts full of food. Pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, cheesy omeletes, and orange juice. "What's taking so fucking long?!" Michael snapped and they all smirked, Ashton and Luke came out with 2 carts to start. "Sorry your majesty." Ashton apoligized, "You better be." Michael snarled, "Do you want us to feed you majesty?" Luke asked and the purple haired boy nodded, Luke walked over to the throne with a large plate of pancakes drenched in syrup, feeding them to Michael in large forkfuls and Ashton giving him sips of orange juice to wash the heavy pancakes down. Luke fed Michael both carts and the pale boy muffled a burp with his fist, patting his bloated belly. "You still hungry your majesty?" Ashton asked, "No. That was enough." He stated and rubbed his stuffed tummy, "You can't be full, you barely ate anything." Luke smirked, "I can't, honestly." Michael huffed and they left, Calum now coming back with them and as they now had 3 carts. Michael was actually stuffed, they had really filled him up this time and he didn't think he could take anymore, "I said I'm done you idiots." He scolded, "Your majesty, we're just doing our job." Calum mumbled and Michael rolled his eyes, Ashton walked over to him with a plate full of waffles and Michael sighed, opening his mouth and eating what he was fed, until he finished the 3rd cart and that's when he gave in, "Stop, I'm too full." He groaned and put his hands on his swollen belly. "You have to eat it all." Calum sighed, "No I don't!" He snapped, but groaned from the pain in his stuffed gut. Luke grabbed Michael's wrists and tied his hands behind his back, "Let me go!" He shouted as he tried to break out of the restraints, but too full and weak to do much. They continued stuffing Michael with the rest of the food, making him chug a gallon of orange juice afterwards, he was panting and sweating whilst his yoga ball sized belly was bulging out infront of him. They started walking back to the kitchen, "No! Don't get more food!" He cried as his belly ached terribly. "We won't.....if you treat people properly and not be a selfish ass." Luke smirked, "I'll do anything, just let me go, please?" He whimpered and they were shocked he actually said the 'magic word'. Luke untied his wrists and Michael put his hands on his swollen belly, rubbing it in large slow circles to dull down the pain. "Sorry." He mumbled to the three chefs, "I'm a royal ass.", his chefs all came over to him and hugged him, making him feel better. "It's okay, you're good now." Ashton smiled and Michael nodded, rubbing his stuffed gut and close his eyes, falling asleep on his throne.
