The prince and the button popper

Chapter 2 - The new regime

Sir Herald was sitting at his desk when Prince Philip waddled into his medical office. The room boasted a large fireplace where a hearty fire always burned. The warmth of the place was essential for the ample royal bodies to disrobe without too much discomfort. For the same reason, the floor was covered with thick carpets, and the walls were adorned with colorful tapestries. The whole place was accentuated with gilding and paintings. The ceilings were painted to the glory of the gods. The country's medical art was always imbued with a mysticism that gave its practitioners an almost magical aura. Young Philip had always been impressed by the man before whom he was once again about to expose his plump body. He had always enjoyed feeling the expert fingers and keen eyes of the doctor on him, even when he sensed a hint of reproach in the comments about his roundness. With age, this interest had transformed into a feeling that was both clearer and more shameful. He found it hard to admit, but he still appreciated being touched by a man, even if he was much older than himself. So, as he approached Sir Herald sitting at his desk, Prince Philip was seized by both shame and excitement.
The physician smiled at His Highness while inwardly rejoicing. However, this joy had little to do with affection, let alone any carnal pleasure he might have had in caressing with his eyes and hands the obese body of the young prince. Mortimer Herald detested the crowned bovines at the helm of his country. All bodies marked by an excess of food disgusted him deeply. Yet, he delighted in humiliating them on occasion with a remark. However, he had understood that the fat of bodies held almost divine power in this kingdom. Synonymous with power, obesity was also the origin of a cult of voluptuousness. It provoked in others a fascination equal to his disgust. Once this fact was understood, he used this lever to climb the shadowy steps leading to the throne. Sir Herald smiled because the young prince approaching him counted among his best cards to carry out his plans. He had not disappointed in any way, especially with his gluttony and tendency to be overweight. But Philip had a birth secret that the royal physician, present at the great occasions of birth, was the only one to know while still alive. The prince would add a new line to the list of satisfactions he offered Mortimer Herald since his earliest hours by openly confirming what the physician and his henchmen had noticed for a few years already, at the age when desire comes knocking where it feels good.
"Your Highness honors me with your presence!" declared Mortimer with an extra dose of feigned joy that Philip mistook for reverence. "I hope your affliction is not too severe, however?"
"I assure you, Sir Herald, I turn to you because you have always been my best advisor and most discreet confidant. I have urgent matters to discuss with you."
As the young man responded to the physician, he gradually withered. It was not easy to talk about "such things." Nevertheless, his plump body still took up plenty of space, standing on the carpets.
"Let us take advantage of your visit to inspect your holy belly and all that surrounds it! I would not want Your Highness to be struck sneakily by some illness."
"It is indeed the surroundings of my belly that lead me to you. I would even say, one of its outlets..."
"I thought I had taught you everything there is to know about the true purposes of your royal member. It has been a few years since your discoveries led you to me."
The prince blushed more than necessary. He had listened with great interest to the physician's lessons on procreation. But what about his recent, unnatural aspirations?
"Undress, Your Highness, your past embarrassment will make it easier for you to confide in your oldest friend. Am I not the first to have seen you in the nude?"
"Indeed... Sir."
Philip felt, as always, in friendly territory with his physician. He unfastened the buttons of his doublet. Soon, he exposed the extent of his white belly to the warmth of the fireplace and the sunlight outside.
"What a miracle youth is!" remarked Herald, "the childhood fat stretches the bellies of young men without leaving beautiful stretch marks on their skin!"
Mortimer had finished wondering where he came up with all these absurd flatteries. The truth was, he found the prince's bloating quite repugnant.
"My belly is spared, but not the rest of my body. Mother also says that stretch marks are like candles on birthday cakes."
"Your mother seeks to coddle your sisters, especially Margaret. Believe me, if stretch marks are birthday candles then your dear sister could be a cake served to a centenarian."
"She is also the roundest!" Philip smiled.
"Gluttony does its work," ... you bunch of gluttons, added the physician in his thoughts.
The breeches and trousers soon joined the doublet and jacket on a stand provided for that purpose. The prince was now obese and naked before his supposed benefactor. The contrast in stature between the middle-aged man and the young prince was all the more striking. The prince loved it.
Slowly, the physician circled the young man, placing his dry hands here and there. The tips of his fingers delicately sank into the young man's soft skin, causing him to shiver. This was the reaction the physician was expecting. Usually, only women shuddered under his attention.
"The stretch marks are starting to rise from your thighs and spill over your arms. The movements, no doubt. Are you not doing a bit too much exercise for a crowned head?"
"I do enjoy dancing, I confess, with the other youths of the court. They take the opportunity to feel the royal belly with their hands."
"These young nobles are not left behind when it comes to rounding themselves out. The roundness of the sovereigns inspires all your subjects," said the physician, squatting in front of the prince.
"We must distinguish ourselves from the people," Philip observed.
He blushed again when the physician's fingers settled under his balls buried in fat. The physician stroked his testicles as if examining them. He especially triggered a strong erection with all the vigor of youth, but the limitations of the dynasty. The obese kings were also known to be modestly endowed. The prince struggled not to give in to his excitement. He clung to his shame at being thus exposed, naked and hard... in front of a thin man like Sir Herald. To avoid overflowing completely, he let slip the first words of his great secret.
"And that is my great torment," he confessed with a sigh.
The physician physically released the young man's testicles, but still held them in his mind. He stood up to look at the young man, smaller than him, in his large, wet blue eyes.
"What do you mean, Your Highness? How would the leanness of the people torment you?"
"It is for the lean ones that I feel... emotion..." the prince continued. "Yet—"
"Yet you are reserved a very fat princess for the rest of your days," the physician interrupted.
"Yes..." said the prince.
"When you dream of being in the company of a muscular boy!"
The prince suddenly wished to disappear. Before Sir Herald, he was more than naked.
"I failed to hide it from you," Philip admitted.
"It would have been sad for you if I had not guessed, for your servant has yet another remedy to offer Your Highness."
This remedy, the royal physician had been preparing since before Philip was conceived.
"A remedy?" asked the prince, incredulous.
"Yes, Your Highness, before you fulfill your conjugal duty, I have something to offer you: a year of forbidden pleasures... But before that, you will have to endure an invented illness and a new diet."
"Anything you want!" replied the prince, who had not lost his erection all this time.