Spirit Animal Ficlets

A King's Folly 7

((VERY LOUD SCREAMING))

Shane picked up a roll "You see, I don't really see you as fat," he said. His other hand pinched a little chub peeking out the bottom of Conor's shirt, Conor whined "More like chubby or puppy fat," Shane added.
The king moved His hand from from pinching it to hovering the plump upper half "I don't like my servants disagreeing with my ideas." He smiled as he kneaded it softly. "So I'm going to show you what a really little piggy boy should feel like," he finished in a odd sweet tone.
Conor squirmed under Shane "I didn't know, I'm sorry maybe we-" Conor feel silent when Shane pressed the roll into his mouth.
Shane smiled "Eat it."

They were probably halfway through the tray when Conor pushed the next one away "No more," he breathed.
Shane felt a frown pick at his face "Piggy getting full? C'mon you can cram alittle more in that tight tummy of yours," he teased. He placed the roll down and pressed his hands onto the filled stomach. Oh it was a little harder than he expected. Conor whined as he tipped his head back. Shane pressed down more, the fat giving slightly "Well aren't you full? Guess I'll have to fix that," he said. He started massaging and kneading his hands into the bloated area, Conor whined louder as he squirmed under Shane. The King smiled as he pushed harder into the flesh "So a punishment isn't officially a punishment until something is dished out and you wanna know what I have planned?" He asked. Conor made a soft "Dunno" Noise. Shane tapped one of the buttons "Little pigs don't fit in their clothes but my piggy is still very small and can fit in his," he replied in a voice that an adult uses in a child.
Conor looked at Shane, his hands grabbed the blanket as Shane stopped pressing his hands down "Y- you don't mean...?" He didn't finish.
Shane smirked "Sorry piggy, I don't read minds," he teased, squeezing handfuls of fat.
Conor gasped, his back arched "You can't just make me... Fatter," he said.
Shane frowned "Now what did I say about that word? Shame and here I thought you learned your lesson," he said. Shane picked up the earlier discarded roll, he smiled at Conor "Guess to continue our previous party," he added.

Conor whined "Please no more," he said.
Shane looked at the tray "Its the last roll, just eat it," he said.
Conor tipped his head away as a soft sob escaped him. Shane froze. He had made Conor cry, the king stopped and got up and grabbed the tray. He walked to the door "You are to not work at all tomorrow, it's your day off," he said.
Shane shut the door and returned the tray to the kitchen. He passed out on his bed and barely fell asleep. His mind kept rushing back to the sob. What if he didn't stop? Would Conor hate him tomorrow?
Shane hugged his pillow to his face. He hoped not.