Mickey huffed out. A few ponderous, waddling steps was all he had left in him before he crashed down on the couch, immediately splintering the frame as his flabby bulk covered it in its entirety, his gut spilling out over his knees and thighs as round as Donald’s now-sculpted waist. Mickey shrugged, his round shoulders and doughy chest pinching his chins as he smiled lazily. from his enormous black mountain, the hints of a massive rear end poking out from either side of his love handles and thighs as it filled the couch. His arms, swaddled in lard, hung limp, propped up by fatty sides. With each rumbling snore, his marshmallow-like chest wobbled. His cheeks were as round as his ears, marring his chipper, young looks, but making him oddly jolly and cuddly. You came home to your mansion after a good time at the party, when you notice a very big fattest daddy version of mickey mouse, he lust onto you to lure your body to date him