Overcome with fear of the intimidating captain, Daria hastily grabbed the silverware. For another moment, she could do nothing but stare at the meal, fully knowing what it was – but at least not who it was. It looked like an ordinary, if enormous, steak.
“I'm waitin', lassie!“, the merwoman reminded her impatiently, but with a malicious grin, showing off her intimidating teeth.
Daria had no choice but to follow orders if she wanted to stay alive, so she carefully cut off a tiny piece of meat from the steak and, in order to pointlessly buy more time, she stared at it. She had to admit to herself, it looked... appetizing. It was white and lean and also finely prepared, juicy with a rosy core. It looked just like a steak ought to look like, and a moment later, she found her mouth watering. Her... interactions with Capt'n Steamer had made her hungry and she had still enough rum in her belly to feel starved.
Under Vashine's stern gaze, she stuffed the piece of meat into her mouth. A chill went through her body. It was the most luxurious steak she had ever eaten, almost silky in her mouth. She actually moaned in pleasure, for pleasure it was that the steak was giving her, far more than Steamer had ever been capable of. Who would have thought that the worthless bunch would taste that good? Being aware of the fact that she was eating a human being made it all so much more kinky. It was like the most expensive food one could imagine, like she was eating the last unicorn ever to exist or something. Even before, she had felt above the dirty, smelly pirates, and due to her beauty, also above most women, but now... now she just felt like the whole of humanity was utterly beneath her.
Happily, she crammed the steak down her gullet, bite after bite after bite, savouring the hot, tasty goodness even after she ought to have been past her stomach's capacity. When the whole steak was gone, she downed the cup of rum that had been placed next to her plate, let out a petite burp and slumped against the back of her chair. Her belly was quite a bit distended by now and she was happy her corset had been loosened before. She patted her bloated stomach softly and released another burp. She didn't feel like a whore any longer, instead she felt like a pampered princess from a fairytale.
A careful side glance told her that the merwoman was smiling at her in satisfaction.
“Well done, lass. An' you seem to have plenty of room left for yer second course”, she announced.
Daria awoke from her food-induced stupor and stared at her. “S- second course?”, she repeated in disbelief.
“Of course. If ya oughta stay with us, ya oughta eat like us”, Vashine said and patted her own enormously bloated belly, before she brought in the second course.
It was enormous ribs, and apparently the ship's chef had had time to prepare more than just the meat, as it had a side of vegetables in a buttery concoction of a sauce that had an almost pudding-like quality to it.
“Thought that if we give ye some rabbit food with the fine meat, it would be easier for ye to swallow”, Vashine laughed.
Hesitatingly, Daria grabbed the silverware again and stared at the huge helping. It was not that it looked – or even smelled – bad, but she was already plenty full and she hadn't intended on eating even more. Yet, it was far, far better than the prospect of landing on this plate herself next, so she started to eat again.
She was close to euphoric the moment she tasted the sauce.
Never, ever in her entire life had she eaten something so creamy, smooth and tasty like this sauce, and in combination with the wonderful ribs, it was truly a meal worthy of the Gods. She dug in like crazy, letting fork and knife go in an instant, instead just grabbing the ribs one by one and gnawing the savoury meat off them like an orc. The buttery sauce was dribbling from her lips, over her chin and onto her voluptuous breasts, but she cared neither about that nor about the captain licking her lips when she watched this.
By the time Daria was done with the ribs, she trembled all over, partially from the exhaustion of having eaten so much in such a small timeframe, partially from pure joy. She could hardly move, being so stuffed made her heavy and sluggish, she felt like she had swallowed the ship's anchor instead of a delicious meal. Her stomach gurgled under the massive bloat and tried to digest what Daria had encumbered it – and herself – with.
Yet she did not hesitate to also eat the veggies, stuffing her face with them, one by one, and finally even drinking the rest of the heavenly sauce. She felt her stomach swelled up like a water balloon under the pressure of the fatty liquid. It ran past her mouth and dribbled onto her chest and belly.
“Ook”, she hiccupped.
With trembling fingers, she reached for her cup. She could barely lean forward, her belly was so full. Actually, even though her blouse was rather widely-cut, she filled it out quite nicely now, and between the blouse and her skirt, half an inch of her bloated belly was to be seen. She had slight trouble breathing and it hurt quite a bit, especially when she tried to take a deep breath, so she preferred to breath shallowly. Her sauce-drenched breasts visibly rose and sank with each laboured breath she took. When she finally had her cup in her hand, she emptied it quickly to complement the buttery bloat. The massive amount of butter in her stomach had made her quite thirsty, yet she dared not to ask for more, for even if she was far from Vashine's massive frame, she felt like she would burst, should she eat a single more bite.
With an exhausted heave, she wiped some sweat of her forehead and temples, where it had started to make her golden curls stick to her skin. She had eaten far, far too much. The overstuffed girl sprawled back in her chair and gingerly petted her belly.
“Burrrrrrp... oof”, she moaned lazily.
Her belly felt as taut as a pregnant woman's on the upper and a bit flabby on the underside, and it gurgled and sloshed, desperately trying to digest the massive meal. Breathing heavily, Daria turned her bright red cafe to Vashine and smiled almost drunkenly, as if she had defeated an overwhelming enemy.
Vashine decided that...
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