Darius realised that the ice-cream was semi-liquid. Probably for easier consumption. He started glugging it down while his undershorts continued to be destroyed by his increasing waistline! He bet he was probably close to a thousand pounds by now! He had no idea, really, but it was what he was going to fantasize about to try and make himself as fat and as big as possible!

Bretton groaned and tossed and turned.

His bedroom in Darius's personal servants' quarters was nowhere near as luxurious as his master's bedchamber, but it was larger, brighter and more comfortably furnished than the bog-standard cells down in the servants' quarters. One of the MANY perks of being a personal royal servant-boy was getting better accomodation. But even the soft, fluffy bed and the thick, snuggly blankets were not doing anything to help Bretton sleep. He'd eaten too much of that delicious bread-and-butter pudding with custard at dinner in the servants' hall. And now he was too fat, full and bloated to sleep properly.

Bretton rolled out of bed. Some carbonated water and some baking soda tablets might help him sleep a little better. He would help himself to Prince Darius's personal supply. The prince never really minded if his servants did this, so long as they refilled the stock if it was empty.

Bretton opened the door into Darius's room and tiptoed in. Normally, Darius would be asleep, snoring away in bed, rolled onto his side, hugging his vast belly in slumber. Darius was a heavy sleeper, both literally and figuratively, so Bretton was surprised when he saw Darius wide awake!

Not only was Darius wide awake, but he was sitting on the floor! And with his back resting against the side of his enormous bed, his legs wide apart, his belly laying on the ground and his new magical cauldron practically GLUED to his lips as he guzzled down what looked to be some sort of brown gloop. Bretton tiptoed closer. The Crown Prince barely recognised his servant's existence! Bretton sniffed. It smelt like chocolate ice-cream! Darius kept glugging and chugging! Bretton wondered how Darius could pig out on so much ice-cream! Bretton knew that this wasn't the first round of the night that Darius had had with his cauldron. Earlier, his master still had his shorts on, which now, the servant-boy noticed, were in total shreds on the floor a couple of yards away.

Darius groaned as he continued to drink. Bretton couldn't help but stop to witness this performance.

"Master?" he whispered. Darius just groaned, belched, groaned again, and kept on drinking!

Bretton knelt by his master's side and started gently rubbing his belly, in slow, firm up-down, side-to-side motions. Darius let out a whimper of bliss from his servant-boy's careful ministrations.

Bretton continued to rub and massage, all over his master's belly. Darius broke the silence a couple of times with impressive anal announcements, but otherwise confined his vocalisations to groans and gulps as he tried to feed himself fatter than ever before!

Darius moaned. With his servant's careful attendance, he felt like he could eat all night! Soon, the pot fell from Darius's grasp! Bretton caught the cauldron by the handle before its contents spilt onto the floor!

"C-C-*BELCH!!*-C-*cough!*-auldron..now I'm *BELCH!* full and f-fat...y-you can st-stop w-where y-you're...Urrgghh! BELCh!...at! *cough!*...BELCH!"

Darius reached out feebily for Bretton's arm. Bretton knelt and helped Darius to his feet. Bretton grunted and Darius struggled for breath as he struggled even harder to get up! He was so bloated and heavy he could barely get to his feet! He struggled into bed and rolled over, gasping for breath and groaning from the agony of his belly!

"B---b---b---t-th-tha-*hic!* t-thanks..." Darius croaked, groaning from his agonised fullness!

"Rest, master", Bretton whispered. He blew out most of the candles except those around the prince's bed. "Let me rub your belly, my lord, until you slumber..."

Bretton rubbed and rubbed. Darius belched and groaned. Bretton handed Darius the cauldron.

"Perhaps master is still hungry?" he coaxed. Bretton liked watching Darius eat.

"Hmm!" Darius grunted. "C-cauldron fill up to the *hic!* t-top...feed my b-belly until I p-pop!"

Bretton giggled at the rhyme. He guessed Darius's belly might REALLY pop before long! Darius started glugging away and soon, the torturous bloating returned. Darius whimpered from his self-induced and delicious torment. Too addicted to the sweet, fattening custard to care about his own agonised belly, he kept eating in a show of royal gluttony!