"Hey he's awake!"

"Hurrrgghhh...mrrrughle...mmmm..."

"Master?"

"Huuurgghh...Huuuurrrrrhmmmm...wh...wher...whereami?"

Darius groaned. His head was throbbing!

"You fainted, your Royal Highness!" said Bretton, "You're lying in bed. Prince Vulcan had to carry you in! I was...told to...give you this when you um...came to".

Bretton waddled away and returned a couple of seconds later with a letter sealed with wax.

Darius broke the seal in half and opened the letter.

Darius,

In light of your disgraceful actions of late, your mother and I have resolved that you WILL marry the Lady Elizabeth by the end of the month. It is now the First. You will be confined to your chambers until the thirtieth. You will emerge from there on the thirty-first for the ceremony, and you will NOT complain about it. Our decision is final.

The Duke and Duchess of Tofton are much relieved by this action and have explained the same to Elizabeth. You will be married at the end of the month.

In preparation for your ceremony, I have given instructions to Dr. Farrier, Xavier the head chef, and to your servant-boys that you be thoroughly fattened before the commencement of proceedings. As Crown Prince and regrettably, future King, you must be as fat as possible before the ceremony. It is important for the People to see that the security and prosperity of the realm is in good hands, and your size is their assurance.

Chandler.
King of Fatlantis.

Darius wailed and scrunched the letter in his hands! He breathed hard and groaned...but he didn't groan nearly as much as when he heard his bedroom doors open!

"Come on ladies! Move it!"

Prince Javelin entered Darius's bedroom. Behind him were Bretton and Xavian. Darius was so absorbed reading the letter that he'd totally forgotten that they'd left the room! Javelin was pushing something before him and Bretton and Xavian were pushing carts full of heavy sacks.

"Wh-wh-what..." Darius blubbered!

Javelin parked the contraption next to Darius's bed. Darius's jaw dropped!

"Oh no!" he groaned.

"Gee, guys", said Javelin, "I think he's sick...Never acted like this before!"

Javelin turned around to face Bretton and Xavian. "I'll leave you boys to it! I'll come back later with um...reinforcements".

Darius stared at the feeding-machine with a sense of dread. The handpump, the huge storage-tank, long hose...

Normally Darius wouldn't have objected, but now...

"No! No!!" he shouted, "No you can't make me! I won't do it!"

But Darius's bulk and size were no match for Bretton and Xavian's faster movements. They grabbed their master and pulled out lengths of rope!

"W-what're you doing!?"

"His Majesty has commanded us to feed you nonstop until the...event", said Xavian.
"We must do this, your Royal Highness", said Bretton.

Darius watched as the two servant-boys lashed his hands to the bedposts! It was like some perverted sex-game gone wrong!

"B-b-but...MUURRGGHH!!"

The hose was shoved down Darius's throat and strapped in place with leather straps!

"Ratio of two to one", said Bretton. "Alright Xave, start doing the custard".

Xavian ripped open one of the sacks. Using a bucket, the boys measured out the custard-powder inside.

"Two buckets custard...one bucket water..." Xavian said, pouring in the water from Darius's nightstand. It hadn't been used yet so it was perfectly clean. Xavian added in two more buckets of powder and another bucket of water. And another two, and another one, and another two, and another one...until the tank was full right up to the brim!

The two servant-boys then sat either side of the long pump-handles and started moving them up and down, up and down in a steady, see-saw style action. Before long, Darius was gulping down gallons of Obesity Custard. He knew he would be getting fatter, and fatter, and fatter, and fatter! He was already 1700 pounds! How much bigger could he get!?

"Heh, that looks like fun!" said Javelin. Darius let out a "MFFFF!!" as the muscle prince entered the room. He was pushing ANOTHER cart, loaded with huge, bulging sacks of custard-powder!

"More comin'!" Javelin said as he left, "Oh and I'll get some water for you guys as well. Feed him good now!"

"AGGAWIN!!" Darius bellowed over the feeding hose! "AGGAWIN!! UNG GAAACK!!"

But Javelin was out the door.

The feeding went on for hours! The only time it stopped was when the tank required refilling! Bretton and Xavian didn't let Darius up for an instant! Even when he had to go piddle, they produced a chamberpot for him! Because he would be on a mostly liquid diet for the next few weeks, the servants knew that Darius wouldn't be needing to attend to more serious calls of nature very often, and they kept up the relentless pumping and forcefeeding! Even when Darius fell asleep, they kept up the pumping, using the slower, smaller steam-powered pump that Javelin had invented for them some time back. And resuming full-power feeding from the instant the prince woke up in the morning!!