The slob king needs servants.

With lecherous glee you lick the cum from your sticky hand and savor your own salty taste. Already your fat cock returns to attention, ready to rub out more huge loads, and without any hesitation you gladly begin to stroke it again. You bring your magically enlarged 8-liter of wishing soda to your lips and begin to chug gluttonously as you jerk off once again and let rip a deep bassy fart directly into the crushed sweat-soaked couch cushions. It all feels so amazing, gorging yourself, pleasuring yourself, growing more and more massive by the day. You feel like a king... No -- you don't just feel like a king. You are a king. A king who deserves every morsel of food and every carnal indulgence in the world and will take them all without remorse -- and as a king, you deserve servants. Loyal followers who will worship you and serve your every desire without question. With the magic soda already pouring down your throat and into your bloated gut all you had to do was think the magic words of your next wish.

"I wish for loyal servants to worship me."

Once the last of the soda has been drained down into your massive stomach you let out a long, room shaking, belch that causes your fat cheeks and chins to quake with it's intensity and chuck the empty bottle onto the floor with all the other garbage that's been building up for months. Your feel your huge balls tighten as you spray another fat load into your underbelly and bring your sticky hand back to enjoy more of your regal seed. As you finish licking your hand clean the doorbell rings and you command them to enter. As expected, it's yet another delivery boy with your colossal order. His round belly peeks out of his skin-tight uniform, and his bubble butt is clearly starting to strain those shorts of his. Shaggy locks of brown hair spill out of his company hat like a waterfall and his bushy beard hides the double chin and plump cheeks that have grown on his face. You recognize this one, he's one of your regular food couriers -- and one of your favorites, a growing bear by the name of Brad. He's always eager to stay for a while to feed you your order and give you a good fuck as well, and you love how every time you see him he seems to get fatter and fatter.

"Hey there, ______, I'm here with your dinner~" he croons as he holds up the giant bundle of bags seductively and eyes you with desire.

"Good~" you purr lustfully, "But don't address me by name. From now on, you'll address me as 'your highness'." You say with domineering grin and a potent fart as you rub your fat belly.

"Yes, your highness." Brad replies with a smile as he approaches with your food.

"And from now on, you'll live here. Serving me, and me alone."

Brad sets the food down beside you and squeezes on to the couch to begin feeding you, your sweaty love handles pushing against him as he gently rubs your greasy blubbery body "With pleasure, your highness." He responds as he draws the first giant burger of many out of the bag and shoves it into your waiting mouth. It barely takes you a few seconds to completely tear through the huge sandwich. With a mighty belch you continue to state your demands "One more thing." you put a hand on Brad's doughy midsection "Clothes are strictly forbidden for pets." you say with a perverse grin as you pull the undersized shirt off of him, letting his hairy belly flop out.

"As you wish." He replies and promptly strips himself naked in front of you, letting you drink in all of his sexy body as it wobbles and bounces with every motion. When he finally pulled off his boxers, you see his long and thick cock bounce out, already at full attention. His generous endowment was just another feature that made him one of your favorites. Once he was properly freed from his fabric prison, Brad returns to your side to continue with the feeding.