As war brewed on the horizon, the pup that everything was centering around gorged.
He'd already been convinced by his mamas ("Don't call us 'mom' anymore dear. Poor people do that. Call us mother, or if you'd prefer mama or 'mummy'.) that what he'd thought was his old family coming to rescue him had simply been a nightmare and non of it was real. They'd let him steady his nerves by having bowl after bowl of food brought to him to 'eat his worries away'.
He'd happily done so and went to sleep too torpid to think about much of anything afterward. Let alone his....ugh...old family.
He 'had' questioned in the morning when they'd woken him up for breakfast. Usually they'd let him sleep until he woke up on his own, but now they were being just a little insistant that he eat with them. Once again he ate his fill....and then they pushed him to eat a little more. Saying it was proper manners for dogs in their position to eat all that was put in front of them even if they were full. Consider it a lesson in etiquette for if they ever visit elsewhere or have important guests.
So the adopted dalmation did what was asked of him and ate until it was all gone, even as his stomach protested. Feeling his eyelds once again grow heavy from the sheer amount of food in his belly before he felt himself be lifted by his neck and carried back to bed where he promptly passed out for another few hours....at which point he woke up and found yet 'another' meal waiting for him.
This continued for...he didn't know. This room didn't have any way to tell the passing of time except a tv and that was only by the length of shows. He'd wake up. Eat till he was too tired to stay awake. Then wake up and eat till he was too tired to stay awake again.
If it wasn't for all the coddling and attention and TV he got to watch during he would have thought it suspicious.....'Lucky' would have thought it suspicious, but Lucas was too full and tired and pampered to think of much of anything.
The girls watched as their beloved son grew fatter by the day. Practically visibly swelling like a black and white balloon from their efforts in making sure that if they ever try to sneak him out of the mansion again, their going to have a hell of a time getting him doing it.
Confident he was safe and secure in the heart of the mansion in his own little world, they turned to planning against the upcoming threat. They had a war to win after all.
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