Olivia sat reclined in the dining room chair, eyes closed, groaning intermittently as she rubbed the overinflated orb that was her stomach. She didn't think she had ever eaten so much in her life, but the food...it had been so good she couldn't have resisted emptying all of the platters into her belly if she had tried. This new chef was something else, that was for sure! Throughout the meal, her already-tight t-shirt had slowly slid its way up the swell of her stomach, exposing more and more of it until it came to rest in its current position, as a glorified bra for her heaving chest as she panted, trying to breathe through the tightness of her stomach. The arms of the chair were grazing the edges of her pot belly as well.
"Damn, Constance found a good chef!" she thought, "need to tell Daddy to give her a raise!" She could hear her maid moving around the table, along with the soft clinking of the empty dishes she must be clearing.
As she let out another moan, a sweet, rich smell reached her nose as she heard heavier footsteps coming closer to her, and the sound of a large platter being placed on the table before her. Opening her eyes, she took in the giant rich monstrosity that had been placed before her by Stephen. It was a beautiful work of art, a double-decker white chocolate cheesecake with a thick custard between the two layers. On top was shaved chunks of white chocolate and drizzles of thick caramel sauce. The crust was a thick, sweet-looking graham cracker crumble. It was about as wide as the chocolate cake in Matilda.
"Might I tempt you with some dessert, Olivia?" he asked in his clipped accent. "May I present to you my specialty, a double-layered white chocolate cheesecake, in hopes you will try it much like you have with my other dishes?"
He could see Olivia visibly swallow and lick her lips, while rubbing the mountain that was her stomach as if testing to see if there was any more room for such a large sweet treat.
He decided to push her buttons, goading her into it. "Or perhaps you are too full from the mean and pre-dinner snacks I've already provided, and Constance instead could try it on your behalf..." he trails off, hoping this spoiled teenage princess would take the bait.
Olivia tries to sit up in her seat, almost growling at both the effort and the thought of Constance getting to eat the cake Stephen had prepared for her and her alone.
"No!" Olivia almost shouts, startling Constance who by this point is at the other end of the table with a stack of platters. "I have room! I can eat it all!"
Without waiting for an answer from either of her employees, or for Stephen to even cut the giant rich cheesecake, she grabbed a fork left from the meal off the table and swipes a large mouthful out of the side of the dense cake, making sure to capture both layers, the thick rich custard center, and the sweet graham cracker crust, before shoving it into her mouth.
Her eyes pop wide as the sweet, rich white chocolate and cream cheese tastes swirl on her tongue, the texture somehow both fluffy and thick. She lets out another almost orgasmic moan, before stabbing the fork forward again to swipe another mouthful before she'd even swallowed the first, her previously gorged state apparently momentarily forgotten.
Constance stood open-mouthed for a moment, watching the spectacle of her teenage employer gorging herself further than she'd ever seen her go on the start of the obscenely large cake, before shaking off her daze and rushing to clear the plates she'd gathered from the meal and get started on the dish washing.
Stephen remained beside Olivia, watching in masked glee as the round little butterball that was his new boss absolutely glutting herself over capacity on another of his creations, just as he knew she would if he poked the bear with the challenge he'd issued.
Olivia shoveled mouthful after mouthful of the amazing cheesecake past her plump lips, grunting with discomfort as her stomach let out more and more grumbles and groans at the onslaught it was being subjected to. Lucky for her, the cheesecake was so smooth it really didn't require more than one or two chews before she could essentially swallow it whole.
Now that they were alone, Stephen couldn't help but lean over beside Olivia as she gorged, bringing his lips to her ear to whisper, "That's it, Olivia. I knew you had more room in that deep cavern that is your beautiful belly. I know exactly what you want. You want it to grow, continue to be spoiled until it's the most beautiful belly around. Your parents won't be able to ignore you then! The belly calls for the cheesecake. You must make sure it gets it all."
Olivia whimpers and tries to shift in her seat in discomfort as she picks up the pace in her gorging, trying to relieve the pressure but finding there really isn't anywhere to move, as this latest chapter in this massive binge has wedged her further and further into her chair between the armrests.
Suddenly Olivia stops her shoveling, dropping the fork with a clatter to the table as her hands move quickly to her stomach, frantically rubbing at the giant red orb that by now is tighter than a drum, trying to ease her extreme discomfort. She whimpers in pain as she swallows what's in her mouth.
There is a little less than half of the cake left...
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