This choice: Give up, she can't take it anymore, she might as well eat rather than drown. • Go Back...Chapter #14Give In To The Feast by: NackVixen   Maria didn't remember getting back into the barn. She didn't remember going to sleep either. Eating for a solid day until she was about to burst had made her a sweaty exhausted mess. Eating just to stay alive. The early morning light showed her a different view than last night. The wall across from her. Well, that and the tops of her prodigious breasts. Was she asleep in some sort of giant chair? A slowly squirm gave her the facts, to her horror.
As she let her body shift and wobble, she realized she was on the floor of the barn. Her ass had simply grown so fat, it was impossible for her to sleep on her back. She could feel the warm bulk of her back piling on top of the massive cheeks. Maria started to panic, a visceral response to the feeling of being pinned to the ground by her widened bulk. Her fat winged arms flailed about until she grabbed the sides of her stall. Already, sweat was starting to pour down from her head and body from the movement, running little rivulets down her bulk. She grabbed the stall door in pudgy paws and slowly heaved. Gasping, she strained against gravity to get herself on her feet. Her breasts alone were like massive weights that kept moving back and forth, stained with yesterday's voluminous meal. With a herculean strain, she got one foot under her, then the other, stumbling out of the stall. She felt like an overstuffed ooze.
Every step was an effort. She had to maneuver carefully out of the stall, using her paws to push her tits into the right place. Vixens always got the lion share there, but this was ridiculous. They were two huge stuffed globes on top of her belly, the air brushing across the sweat drenched surface. Standing up, they didn't block as much of her sight as before, but she swore she thought they were bigger than SHE used to be. Pushing out of the stall took unwedging her ass. Slowly, she took tentative steps towards the barn doors. It was more like shuffles. She had to move each massive thigh against the other, all the while trying to shift just one of her three foot wide rump cheeks against the other. By the time she got to the doors, she was exhausted, heaving with breath.
The doors opened. She was greeted again by the usual routine. Two cold buckets of water washed out the remnants of yesterday's meal on her titanic tits and the worst of the sweat. The boar priest's tusked grin widened as he watched the vixen struggle just to stay standing. She looked like someone had taken the fine curved beauty and stuffed them full of jelly. He waved his icon of the Lipomancer once, giving her the choice. The feast table in front of her... or whatever torture they could think of. Maria thought briefly of objecting, but her stomach protested. It was a deep roiling gurgle that started in her guts and built up into a belch. The entire town was gathering again to watch.
The table was loaded like it always was. Piles of omelettes, racks of different sorts of every sort of pork, potatoes, gallons of creme, fluffy pastries. Her stomach protested again. She hadn't eaten real food in days. And she was tired. So tired. Step after plodding step, she waddled over towards the table. There was a massive bench seat, made not only to accommodate her massive ass, but designed to go bigger. It had some odds hinges in some places. The guards slid the benches back.
"Are you ready to give in?" The boar mocked as Maria sat down on the sturdy wooden bench.
The dull fire of hunger dug at Maria's stomach, and a light headed feeling swam over her brain as it demanded food. Leaning forward slowly, Maria reached out to grab a pastry in one chunky paw, watching as the entire city waited for her. Seven days of feasting. She'd only gone through two of them and she was already as big as a horse. Two horses! She popped the pastry into her mouth, the thick filling dripping down her chin as she chewed. It was heavenly. She fought back a little moan at the simple joy of food she didn't have to struggle to eat. They didn't skimp on anything. Sugar was supposed to be scarce, yet everything here had mountains of it. There was no dirth of butter, or lack of cream. It was work at first to get the food over her breasts. Whenever she leaned forward, the huge pillows pressed over the table. And she had to lift the food up and over them back to her greedy maw. But she started a rhythm. Fishing food up to her mouth with one paw while the other one was busy.
It was more leisurely, she found. No one forced her to eat. No one cramming food into her face. She could breathe easily. But a worry crept into Maria's mind. The damage had been done. Her stomach was cavernous from how much got forced into it. Even as she kept eating, she was still hungry. It gnawed at her, demanded that she continue to indulge.
Food never stopped coming. And it was never the same. Plates kept coming up to her fat paws as she kept stuffing food into her face. Slice of ham disappeared into her mouth, only to be replaced with a platter of new pastries. Cream dripped down her cheeks as she ate to try and fill her belly. Maybe if she was full under her own power, they'd let her go.
Hours drifted by as she worked at her food. People came and went as they pleased, but she couldn't go. She had to keep eating. Her stomach felt like it had a lead weight in it, still it demanded more. Her paws had gotten slick with icing and grease. A new light sheen of sweat developed over her body, drops of it dripping from her breasts and belly to the ground. Somewhere, lunch came along, coming to pastries filled with cheese and sauce. Maria whined to herself.
The food was just good. GRAND. Heavenly. Every new bite of something that gushed sauce down her cheeks was something she had never tried before. Tender meats in sauces, sugary delights. She could hardly pay attention to her breasts slowly rising up, her stomach steadily filling up. She took a tankard that was offered to her and tipped it up to her muzzle, guzzling down the thick dark brew. Immediately following it with a cheese filled potato, groaning in hedonist delight as the warm gooey cheese mixture went down.
No one had to cajole her. Slowly, her ass grew wider, the bench filling up more with the orange and white cheeks. Her body grew heavier, more sweat coming down as the day passed noon and it started to heat him. Her legs spread to either side as her belly grew, filling up with food. It was slow, her pace making it hard to get herself full. Her arms got heavier, her breasts had swollen up even further, making her lean forward more to reach the food.
It was late afternoon when Maria came out of her trance. The bench she was sitting on was starting to creak and the guards were working at it, prying something from underneath her massive asscheeks. They had gotten so large she could see the tops of them over her shoulder. The bench made a CLUNK and Maria fell to the ground, though a short jiggly fall. She would never get up again, she knew that. She was even having trouble seeing the table now that her belly pushed her breasts up into her chubby face. She groaned as she reached.
The boar appeared next to her, in her line of sight, eyebrows raised.
Gulping down the last of her pride, Maria whined, "Can I get some help?"
The town cheered. Each of them picked up a plate to bring up to their sacrificial vixen. They did not force, instead, they just urged, trying to provide the bloated vixen with their dish before anyone else's.
When night came, Maria was pleasantly asleep, her face smeared in sauces.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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