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The King grabbed you and pulled you close, pressing your face down against his belly and holding you there.
"Oh, no, young one," the King says. "You don't get to say such lovely things and then shy away from me." The feel of the King's belly pressing against your face is one of the best things you've ever felt; the sensation of the glutted orb of flesh expanding and contracting against you with each breath the King takes is sheer, indescribable bliss.
"I am King," he says, "and as such I shall always have responsibilities. But from this day forth, I shall also also have a loyal subject eager to feed me." He finally lifts you sway from his belly and turns you to haze into his full, handsome face. "That shall be your task, young one. To ensure my stomach remains full, to see that my belly wants for nothing shall be your soul task. I care not how you explain it to the palace staff, I care only that my belly remains full. Overfull. So full it threatens to burst!" He stokes the sides of your face with his thumbs, still holding you fast.
"Feed me, young one. Fatten me. Plump me like a holiday goose until my belly grows so round I can no longer leave my chambers, until I can't even stand but must lay upon my stomach, stranded atop the fruits of my gluttonous appetite. A powerful warrior trapped upon his own fattened belly!"
The King finally releases you, giving you a small smile.
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