Justine surveyed the fatty buffet before her and was happy to find a bowl of something that looked like juice. Finally, something that at least seemed like it would quench her thirst and relieve her headache from the dehydrating task before. Leaning in close to the juice bowl in the middle of the table, she tasted it with just the tip of her tongue.
The juice was juice for sure but sickly sweet. It was slightly syrupy and very unappealing in her dehydrated state but with little choice, it would at least keep her alive better than the diet of tequila. Sticking her lips into the juice she drank deeply. You could almost get over the sweetness with a big gulp of the stuff, it tasted like grape juice once her taste buds were used to the sugar.
Even just a small gulp made her feel much better. Eyeing the trays of food to either side of her, Justine wondered how she'd manage to eat even a fraction of it. To the left there was buffet trays filled with cinnamon rolls, eggs benedict with plenty of thick hollandaise, a mountain of bacon and ham, some sunny side up ostrich eggs (woah they were big!), and enough pancakes to stack in several foot tall towers drenched in syrup and butter. To her right, an equally appetite crushing selection of richly marbled steak, a buffet tray of ravioli in a cream sauce, mashed potatoes drenched in gravy, deep fried and battered vegetables, an array of various cheeses, and one chocolate cake big enough for a large wedding party.
Justine sighed at the ridiculous physical demands her captor was placing on her. Who in their right mind could expect one person to eat even 1/10th of this buffet table? You'd have to be an eating contest champion just to accomplish that.
With her hands locked behind her back, the cinnamon rolls looked easiest. Justine kneeled against the table and dipped her head into the tray, hoping this obstacle would end before it was too horrible. At first she was careful to avoid getting any of the sweet frosting on the rolls on her face, but after a few cinnamon rolls it seemed easier to just give up on making out of here without a mess. At least the cinnamon rolls were delicious, puffy dough with just the right amount of butter and cinnamon. The only negative was the sheer quantity of both the rolls and the frosting atop each one.
In five minutes, Justine managed ten rolls and was hoping she'd never see another one in her life. Her stomach was already starting to feel painfully full, the corset making the feeling much worse. But she wasn't even half way through the first kind of food!
Opting for some variety, Justine struggled with the first several benedicts. The hollandaise was an inch thick across the top of it and her face was covered by the second one. Just like the cinnamon roll it seemed expertly prepared but it was hard to force herself to take a bite at all. After just finishing a couple, Justine lay back on the floor, trying to give her belly as much room in the tight corset as possible.
Justine woke up to a stiff neck and her head still pounding. The food had put her to sleep again! This time from the sheer volume. She was laying with her face pressed into the hard floor and still covered in frosting.
Taking stock of herself, Justine realized the corset was missing. Her hands were still clasped behind her back and her heels were locked to her ankles but replacing the corset was a purple and black apron, lined with frilly lace, with a note hanging from the front pocket so she could read it without removing it.
I decided to remove one of your handicaps in this little game. Or maybe I'm adding one for later on. In any case, enjoy the meal. I know I will.
Justine struggled to her feet again, barely keeping balance without her hands in the heels. Without the corset back was now completely bare and she shuddered at the cold air running past it. Without the corset her poor stomach still felt stuffed but much less painfully so. How long was I out this time?
Tears welled up as Justine realized the bowl of juice was gone. Her source of liquids, taken away. In its place was another black jug. Silver marker with the word "feast" in messy handwriting was all she could tell from the outside of it. A long curly straw bent into the shape of a cock and balls lay in front of the jug, on top of another note.
Stringy, you will find this cures indigestion nicely, if you don't mind a few side effects.
Justine grabbed the straw with her teeth, dipping the long end into the jug. Hoping it wasn't more tequila, she cautiously took a small sip through the phallic straw. It was thin, like water, but sour and with a medicinal aftertaste. Not tasty but slightly thirst quenching. She took another longer taste and swallowed it, wondering if it would really cure some of the pain in her stomach.
A few moments later, a strange feeling washed over Justine. The liquid felt like it was coating her stomach with a layer of calming balm. Even weirder, the hardness in the gut where her packed stomach was felt almost empty. She was hungry again! Justine found herself thinking maybe her captor was more merciful than she'd assumed?
The half eaten tray of cinnamon rolls beckoned. Justine kneeled at the table once more and was delighted to find them still as warm and fresh as before somehow. She finished the first few almost greedily, shocking herself at the speed she managed to chew a few whole cinnamon rolls. Sticky white frosting covered her chin and cheeks, some escaped her face and landed on the apron. Soon enough, she'd eaten another ten and was starting to feel very full again. Her stomach had gained a slight paunch too, distending just a little under her apron.
As fullness gave way to pain, Justine considered her options. Keep eating, try the jug again, or simply wait. None seemed appealing but given the choices, she decided to drink more of the strange medicinal liquid. At least it sated her thirst a little and it did cure the belly pain. Taking another long drag of the stuff, she kept a close eye on her stomach, expecting it to shrink or something. The cooling sensation coated it once more but it looked the same, slightly tenting her apron. Just like before, she was hungry again!
Finishing the last few cinnamon rolls, Justine moved onto the ostrich eggs. The white was well seasoned, she enjoyed it sort of, but taking a bite into the giant yolk was the real meal and soft rich yolk poured out. The slippery egg was hard to eat without her hands, pushing the gooey yolk around quickly coated most of her face. She managed to slowly scoop up most of the first egg eventually and started on another.
Continuing the cycle, Justine downed the medicine whenever she was full and continued eating. She'd started to enjoy it, the food was actually very good, and the almost magical property of the serum was allowing her to eat an inhuman amount of it. With each cycle it felt like her stomach was freshly emptied but instead it just gained new elasticity and volume. The amount of volume each dose granted also seemed to climb, allowing her longer sessions of gluttony between doses. It wasn't very long before Justine looked heavily pregnant from the many meals stored inside her and the little apron struggled to hold her swollen belly. Yet, she had to keep eating. With each bite, she hoped for the key to escape this strange room, but it didn't come.
It took several hours before Justine finished the breakfast half of the table. Her belly was bloated so large it now dominated her shape, dragging her forwards with its great sloshing mass as she went between trays of food and the medicine. The apron now scarcely covered her upper curve, ending well before her belly button. Even if her hands had been undone, the little popped out nub was now well outside her reach. Her lower curve constantly rested on the floor, even kneeling. Standing in the heels no longer made sense, she had to shimmy on the floor if she did more than hold herself up to the table to eat. A mess of food surrounded her and covered most of her upper body, not to mention the table.
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