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.