You moaned audibly. Although you didn't know whether this was from the food for 10 you'd just had shoved down your throat, or the various girls massaging your stomach and feet.
Your fanclub kneaded your blossoming gut like dough, undoubtedly doing so to ease the digestion of your meal and have it convert into the desired fat faster so they could keep feeding you. While the foot massage induced lethargy.
Claire and Bunny watched you with love and lust clear on their faces. Bunny had taken off reluctantly half way through the forced stuffing to go cook you more food. By the time you'd had the last piece of a chesecake she'd came back with another 4 carts.
"Full." You manage to mumble out past the unwlcome pleasure you'd been forced into.
Claire smiled. "For now." She tarced a sausage like finger along your exposed belly. "But as soon as this lot is gone were going to stuff you up again. And again. And again and again."
"Cause your not leaving until you have to waddle." The fangirls all chanted with a giggle.
You try to stuggle. Claire just smiles. "Oh don't be such a baby. We've got your academics covered. Mom's agreed to let you off with 'trouble fitting in' and is letting you make up for the work later and even over summer." She grinned. "In the mean time.
She takes a knife and with practiced ease ccuts a large slice of blueberry pie from one on the cartt and brings it to your mouth, pushing it to your lips til your forced to start eating or stop breathing.
"You'll make the most handsome husband a girl in my family ever had"
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