this story is based on a drawing by prisonsiut-rabbitman.
Alois Trancy was alone on the streets of London, no butler no nothing. He couldn't understand why he was alone. He called out to his manservant. "Claude! Get ~ your ass~ over here ~and ~ feed me!" his big belly almost called out in unison with him.
Claude was watching his every move from the rooftops. He thought 'Might as well make him squirm' grinning to himself. After a few minutes of walking, seemed like a lifetime of walking to Alois, his poor legs nearly give out, Claude finally stopped him. Placing a reassuring hand on his belly, he said in a worried voice, "There you are highness! I've been worried sick about you. Come home and I'll personally see to your belly." And with that Alois fainted.
He awoke several hours later to the sound of his belly. He looked down at it and saw that the crisp clean white of his undershirt had been drenched in sweat. He could smell it to and knew somewhere in the back of his mind that in a few hours he would bust out of it. His green vest was constricting his growth. His booty shorts were in tatters. 'Have to send Claude to purchase some more.' He thought.
In walked Claude with a cart "It's time for your feeding your highness."
"Starving!" Alois stomach screamed at the thought of food. Claude pulled off the tops of the platters to reveal a feast for the young master. There was a half dozen of every type of each eatable fowl, dozens of a new food all the way from the Americas called hamburgers & a massive ham almost as big as Alois. There was a new discovery from the shores of Italia, called pasta with something on top. Alois couldn't see from his spot on the bed. Desserts? Oh yes! There were dozens of cakes, pies, biscuits, sweets, fruit desserts & candies. You'd think this was for guests but, oh no. This feast was all for him. The smell was almost orgasmic! He was so starving.
"Turkey!" Alois barked out his one word order. Claude ripped off a leg and cut off some breast meat. He then proceeded to feed him.
As the hours wore on, he finally said "Stop." Claude stopped & looked at him, surprised "Yes, young master?"
"Must ~ rest." He said.
"Yes, your highness." Said Claude a bit surprised because he usually had more stamina then this. "Is there anything I could do for master? A belly massage perhaps to aid with digestion?"
"Belly massage~ sounds lovely." He said half asleep.
Claude massaged his belly till he was asleep, and then looked at the masticated feast around him. "Master did a bit better then today then yesterday." He made it through a goose, 5 turkeys, 3 ducks, 5 chickens, and almost all the ham. He obliterated the pasta dish (that turned out to be cheese on top). He turned back around to gaze at his overweight master. His magnificent man tits were each capped by nipples that looked like suction cups. They were resting beside his face. "Good night, master" he whispered as he made his way out of the room.
Claude had feed all his masters into an early grave. In fact Alois was the first of his young masters to get this far. He looked magnificent Claude thought.
He remembered a few months ago. "Hey, young master? Can I ask you something?"
"What is it Claude?" asked Alois intrigued.
"Well, how would you like to be a bit larger, then you are right now?" All demons had a fatty fetish he knew. In fact he couldn't figure out why Sebastian hadn't fattened up his young ward yet. "So what does the young master think?"
"I'll try anything once." He said shrugging. So he got his way with the young boy. Lucky he had an affinity towards weight gain.
"Claude?" he said. The demon butler appeared at his side.
"Yes, sir? Anything you want?"
"Bring ~me~ more ~ food! You haven't ~ made me ~ full yet~!"
"As you wish master."
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