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[Heine has made it habit to not wander into rooms unless he had to. The hotel had plenty of secrets and surprises it could hide behind closed doors. A strong whiff of aphrodisiac was one thing, but some of the hotel's assertive pushes were much more creative.
Sleep however isn't something he can avoid, which allowed to hotel to catch his guard down and toss him in whatever situation it pleased. He wasn't expecting this when his dim red eyes fluttered open and the first sniff of various foods entered his nose.
An entire buffet laid out for the picking; mountains of meat, vegetables, breads, and desserts all for the taking. Instinctive defense kicked in, although faded with the dull ache of hunger echoing through out his pale slender body.
He is still clothed for a change, pants and simple shirt with a jacket on top. He almost doesn't notice the other person; a woman seated not too far and equally confused if he could read expressions well enough. Slowly he stands bracing the chair he awake in before speaking low.]
Not the worst surprise this place has sprung on me... you? [He's trying to be cordial, and alleviate his agitation.]
Sleep however isn't something he can avoid, which allowed to hotel to catch his guard down and toss him in whatever situation it pleased. He wasn't expecting this when his dim red eyes fluttered open and the first sniff of various foods entered his nose.
An entire buffet laid out for the picking; mountains of meat, vegetables, breads, and desserts all for the taking. Instinctive defense kicked in, although faded with the dull ache of hunger echoing through out his pale slender body.
He is still clothed for a change, pants and simple shirt with a jacket on top. He almost doesn't notice the other person; a woman seated not too far and equally confused if he could read expressions well enough. Slowly he stands bracing the chair he awake in before speaking low.]
Not the worst surprise this place has sprung on me... you? [He's trying to be cordial, and alleviate his agitation.]
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The hotel didn't care, of course.
She'd been asleep in her room last she recalled, but now she was here, sitting at the table in a black tanktop and jeans, a leather jacket slung over her chair. It was a nice casual version of her usual adventuring outfit, she just wished she remembered putting it on.
Her attention pulled to Heine and she nodded to him. This was definitely different. Her body hadn't even been altered yet.]
It's a lot more mundane than usual, that's for sure. This food is probably a trap. It smells great though.
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Bit wasteful to poison. [Another survey of his guest eases reprehension. She seems- alright. Keen enough to know this places has tricks far up its sleeves.
Curiosity is cause for examining the buffet closer, shoulders hunched forward and eyes narrowed on a basket of rolls. Hot and buttered, the steam rising off them much like the rest of the hot dishes.]
No doubt it is some trap. [A beat, his attention returned to her.] Name's Heine, you?
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Paine. [She only glanced at him briefly when she replied. When she said she thought the food was a trap, she didn't really have poison in mind. Not the deadly sort anyway. But who could really say. But she's at least glad he agrees with her on the dubiousness of all of this.
But the food looked and smelled fantastic. She'd had some good meals after days or weeks with meager ones and this blew those memories away. This spread was so tempting it felt unreal, and yet she had a feeling it would taste just as good as it looked, if not better.
No...more than that. She could feel it drawing her in to try it. Before she even realized she found that she was leaning over the table, her hands planted on it with her fingertips pressing hard against the wood.]
Nghhh....we're probably not getting out of here until we eat something...and I literally can't remember the last time I ate something.
[Now that she thought about it, she realized how hungry she was, and how quickly that ache was building. She bit her lip, not wanting to give in but....She grasped at a turkey leg, ripping it from the bird and bit into it.
A heady moan escaped her lips at that bite, the perfect savory juiciness filling her senses as the meat split just so by her teeth. It not only tasted good but it FELT good to bite into it, her body feeling all the warmer by it and before she even swallowed her first bite.]
Mmnnhhh, it's delicious!
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[As far as Heine was concerned, the food being laced with some form of aphrodisiac was a poison. Less so poison of the body and more the mind, but rarely did the hotel care or offer time to contemplate such matters. It played on whims and tossing him with this woman, Paine as he learned, in a room filled with food was playing on some sort of whim.
He thought anyways. Just as the food was drawing her, it worked its magic on him. Teeth gritted and her words were murky due to the dawning that he hadn't eaten in- how long? Days?Did time or hunger matter in the place like this? His gaze studied the tables lined with delicacies and instinct had his hand making a move for a fried chicken strip.]
You're... probably not wrong. [Heine dwelt on apologizing for whatever game next, if he somehow went berserk or- it's just food right? When Paine gave in snagging a turkey leg and following up with a good report, Heine gave in caught off guard by the delight in her tone.
The tender was devoured in a few bites, almost animal like, the taste filling his senses and warmth flooding his body. That and the pleasant warmth the air often brought, though he attention was on eating now with another tender grabbed and dug into.]
It is good... really good... [He murmurs, after chewing and swallowing, his eyes thinner as he reached for a buttered roll getting a low hum of approval.]
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[Heine was right about the aphro being a poison of the mind, as well as the hotel's lack of care towards it's tenants. Maybe Paine was corrupted at this point by that poison, that a part of her enjoyed and even looked forward to these mistreatments. She knew the past version of her wouldn't be happy about her current outlook but once again, in the moment, she wound up pushing that thought aside.
The food was certainly doing its part for that, the temptation of it overpowering other thoughts until she dug in, and now that she was the sheer pleasure of eating was doing its own share of fighting back against rational thought.
Still holding that turkey leg in one hand, still gnawing at it as she rolled it in her grasp, her eyes drifted to a nearby platter of mashed potatoes. They almost seemed to glow golden under the lighting and with the butter on top, steam rising off the top in visible coils. She took a fork from the table, barely processing what it was she grabbed and took a spear at it.
As with the turkey, the flavor exploded in her senses, the rich taste of the potatoes with other flavors mixed in, most prominently...]
Mnffff, garlic!
[It was so good, and just as intense as she always wanted it to be when other chefs didn't quite reach that point. She gobbled up another three forkfuls before thinking to go back to the meat.]
Mmmmm, this....thish could be bad. [She murmured best she could around her full mouth.]
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[There were moments of lucidity Heine fought back. No amount of tooth and nail could tear this place asunder and often the Hotel retaliated in some measure back. He remained stubborn even when his will to fight back was exasperated. To simply not do what the Hotel wanted.
He felt, or was made to feel, such choice was gone in thin air. The lure of food all warm, inviting, and delicious spelled disaster. Roll after roll were chewed away as the poison hit threefold; a desire to fill himself with more food, a budding heat at the pit of his stomach, and the taste. Oh the taste, his hands reaching out for a bowl of raviolis and fork to spear them.]
...Ish bad. [He mumbled sinking his teeth into another speared collection of ravioli. The spicy sausage overtook his tastebuds with the fine quality of the pasta hitting second. It was nothing short of amazing, some act of magic or worse, his eyes brighter in contrast to the dim outlook of where this amazing food was-- taking them? He wasn't certain of the reasons other than the this stirrings the Hotel so often brought.]
Already feeling... warm. [Did he need to be brasher, his present company seem to know how things worked around here. Heine swapped from the bowl back to the tenders gnawing away.] It's too good... can't see myself stopping... [That might be a problem.]
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She blinked as a new sensation washed over her tongue. The texture of perfectly prepared spaghetti and a sauce that was just the right sort of sweet and tangy, with chunks of tomatoes and garlic and other herbs. She moaned out loud as she spooned a meatball into her mouth, chewing on it and feeling the juices run across her teeth and lips while the seasoning lit up her tastebuds anew.
She had no idea how much time had passed or even how much distance down the table. But she could feel her belly had paunched out by this point, pressing against the edge of the table even as she kept on eating.]
Haumphh, hmmpphh, mmmm, how long....so tashty....what....Heine, are you shtill....
[She glanced around as long as her compelled feeding would allow her, trying to see if he was still at this banquet with her.]
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He was spaced close to see finer details of Paine's face if he paid greater attention. It took her mumbled words to stir him from scarfing down grilled chicken strips.]
Yeah-- still-- mhm-- here... [He announced quick before digging at the chicken more. His slender middle was no long so slim, his shirt fitted about the budding mass of his stuffed stomach; despite wanting more in the face what should be very full.
On top that his pants felt constricted against a stirring arousal. The act of eating, or being there, was making him horny. Another glace upward caught Paine eating away, the bit of paunch showing bring a tension to his lower stomach over how-- attractive it looked?]
Can't stop-- mhmmm-- so goo--good--
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Her hand grabbed out and took hold of several slices of roast beef, barely even taking a second to look at what she was holding before she sank her teeth into it with another heavy groan. Blood and juices and her own saliva ran down her chin to drip onto her shirt. With this variation on her adventuring outfit, her exposed midriff was even more exposed by the black cotton tanktop than usual, her paunch almost seeming to swell from each bite and swallow. Even her cheeks and neck were looking a little thicker than before.]
Harmphfhh mmrrhfff, dish ishh shoooo goood....not good! it'sh not ghood. mmrprphh grummphh weee needsh shtop can't schtop need....more!
[Another blind grab brought a gravy boat to her lips which she began to drink from directly. With each gulp of the buttery beefy broth her breasts seemed to swell in their clothed confinement. Her nipples were thick as her thumbs as they jutted out against the material. She moaned louder and louder around her mouthfuls of gravy, grinding the front of her jeans against the edge of the table.
And as she finished the last drops of the gravy boat's contents her whole body trembled in climax. The table's contents rattled as she shook against it, a wet spot spreading in the crotch of the denim.]
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Paine was certainly doing such, her midriff growing larger by each bit it seemed. The muffled moans and remarks of being unable to stop adding to allure. She keep eating, and eating, just as he was falling to such gluttony. And lust.]
More... More... can't stop... fucking full and ready to pop... [He groaned finding a speak of will power and holding his notable belly. His shirt was rising higher giving sight of the pale orb growing. His pants were in no better shape, his fat cock strained and in dire need to be freed.
Food called for him, yet the sight of Paine moaning louder and draining the gravy bowl took president. It was thoughtless, his hand squeezing his clothed erection and utter his own moans as she grinded herself to orgasm. He wanted to pounce her then and there-
but food won out again, a similar gravy bowl taken up to drink from causing his stomach to swell and cock to twitch. The coil under his stomach hit a breaking point, his body convulsing in a hard orgasm as semen drenched the front of his pants leaving him panting and rubbing his belly.
And he wanted more still.]
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And her other hand...ah, that's what it was doing. Her writhing was her trying to undo and push her jeans down, but the act of getting it around her expanded rear was becoming a herculean labor, especially with her belly getting in the way.
The wriggling was also putting more pressure on her breasts as well. Her nipples were still contained but glimpses of her underboob were becoming more frequent. Was her writhing and rolling across the table pushing her shirt up? Maybe....but her belly and breasts were definitely getting bigger by the second now.
A loud pop sounded as seams split, and then a tearing, and then a satisfied moan from the grey haired girl as her jeans reached their limit.]
Ohhhh yessss~
[The smell of her sodden pussy now mingled with all of the delicious food smells as she finally got the denim out of the way and plunged her hand into her panties. Somewhere in all of this she'd grabbed a big meaty sausage and was now using it to satisfy that one craving that this food wasn't doing anything to satisfy. Her eyes met Heine's as she moaned in bliss.]
Sooo...full.....
[Her groan was punctuated by a wet splattering noise as her desperately clinging shirt was suddenly darkened around her nipples, milk as yellow and thick as butter leaking through the fabric.]