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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.]

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[He had been inching along with Paine lost to the taste to notice he had been. Pasta had been exchanged for ribs tender in so to fall off the bone. A persistent gnawing sensation things were wrong was no match for the influenced gluttony or the sheer selection of offered foods; should boredom with one dish come, another was waiting pipping hot and tasty.

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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[Catching sight of Hein pulling that delicious meat off of those ribs made her stomach growl anew. Her mouth watered for a taste of that seared and charred meat and those juices running down his chin. God he looked so....hot like this? But that food was so hot too, and watching him eat it....she needed more!

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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[The tiny sliver of logic that remained told him it was all a trap, but it was far too late with how much they consumed and continued to consume. The chicken had fallen aside for biscuits drenched in warm butter. Each entering his mouth and almost melting between soft gasp. His gaze had gone darker, eyes half-lidded, and given up on trying to not to look at though he was watching her swell.

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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[The table clattered as Paine fell atop it. She writhed and wriggled and it was difficult at first to tell just what she was doing as she dragged her belly across some casserole. One hand was now full of some mac and cheese which she devoured with gusto, cheese and breadcrumbs all over her face and falling into her cleavage below her.

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.]