After finishing his bath, George had Lucas help him into his fencing uniform, as he could not do up the back on his own. After a few moments of Lucas struggling, George said, "is there something wrong?"
"W-well...sir, I can't get it to close."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I really...this suit doesn't fit you," Lucas almost whispered, before quickly adding "your highness" to the end.
"Is this the right one? My suit?" George asked hesitantly, turning to face his servant, whose face began turning pink.
"Yes, sir. What should I do?"
"Tell my father I'm feeling ill. I won't be able to make my lesson today, obviously. Then get someone in to tailor me a new suit properly, since the last seamstress was clearly a right mess." George ordered, and Lucas turned to walk out the door. George stopped him and called, "Well help me out of this first!"
Lucas turned and bowed in apology before helping George release his belly from the tight upper garment. George's still belly bulged forward in his trousers, which luckily still fit. Lucas then left George to remove his own pants and began following the orders he was given.
Lucas paused right outside his master's quarters and leaned against the wall to gasp for air. He had a hard enough time as is to not show his attraction to George, but his slowly swelling stomach is doing things to Lucas that he doesn't quite understand. Still, he follows orders and commissions a tailor to come take new measurements for George and then informs the king of his son's "illness" that prevented him from attending his lesson.
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