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Waking up with no prior memory of how he got into the room was not new for the Hotel. Having a locked door opening by specific means was run of the mill too; the usual get one's partner to orgasm the Hotel's go to. Heine has some time to think this room is another quick fuck and let go, but the faint aroma of sweets tell him he's wrong.

More so when he lifts from his seat and discovers who else is in waiting. She's still sleeping, dark hair frayed over her eyes and a gentle rise of her breath chest. She's attractive for certain. He isn't a moron or so with drawn he can't see that; or want that.

There's already a warmth radiating from his neck. Soft to no startle, he speaks her name and questions if he ought to shake her. Touch wins out and his hands take her shoulders to wake her.

"Hey, wake up Naoto." Enough rattling and a piece of paper flutters from her pocket addressed to her and their means of getting out of this room.

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Naoto groans as she's shaken awake. Gasping for air for a moment as her body is forced out of it's slumber by the man standing in front of her. "H... Heine...?" Blinking and moving to touch her eyes to help her wake up

Indeed, she's not really all that prepared for what's going on. She smells the sweets that are hanging around in the room, but she's not really sure what's going on.

"Where are we?" Slowly moving to stand up, "The hotel?"

"Yeah, it's the hotel." Unease paints Heine's tone and perhaps more than typical with Naoto being there. On one hand he's glad to see her in his own reserved way, yet the other has his head spinning.

"Here, this dropped." The slip of paper is picked off the floor and hand to her without a glance. He has a good idea what the words entail. The addition of sweets throws matters for a loop however.

"You alright?"

"Thanks." She takes the slip of paper, and doesn't read it just yet, instead just looking over Heine and around the room. "Yeah, I'm fine." Rubbing her head.

It's at this point, that she opens the slip of paper and reads it... before handing it to Heine. The paper simple reads;

'If you wish to escape this room, your partner must experience true gluttony by eating until he can't move.'

"It's about you."

Experience true gluttony? His red eyes run over the paper trice with the information failing to stick. What exactly is the hotel trying to accomplish by this feat-- or torture.

"Explains the smell of sweets." Heine wads the paper up and tosses it. Blunt force has always been his method, but this requires actions against logic; more so than usual shameless fucking.

"Still having trouble wrapping my head around it-- is it literal? Are you supposed to-- feed me?" He grumbles irritated by the warmth in the air and means to escape, except he won't be able to if he can't move.

"Considering where we are, I don't think I'm surprised." Looking around the room at all the sweets. The cakes, the cookies, the treats of all sorts. And the door shut tight and refusing to let thme go.

"Whoever's in charge must have other things they want to see." Her fingers running through her hair. "And if we want out..." She sighs and looks at the food.

"...Go sit. Guess we need to get started."

"More extreme than-- usual." The usual being a singular orgasm to unlock a door. This comes as a more complex and ultimately humiliating ordeal, if the instructions are to be taken at face value.

He takes a seat missing any comfort it might have brought. Fingers pick at his shirt collar. It's already so hot, what's this eating have to do with anything.

"You gonna find any enjoyment out of this?" It's jaded jest, something of a crooked smirk dancing on his lips.

She sighs as she grabs one of the carts, sweets covering it and bringing it over. "Probably not as much as you are." Picking up one of the slices of cake and bringing it to his mouth.

"Being fed seems like it would be your kind of enjoyment."

Just saying.

Heine nibbles at the cake. It taste good which is neither expected or surprising somehow. A few bites in, he pulls back from biting--

"Does it? I can't say it feels like something I'd enjoy." Despite him continuing to eat from her hand. Something almost pulling him toward eating, a warmth generating in his stomach.

"I much rather-- never mind."

"You'd much rather what?" Naoto looks him over and grabs another piece of cake to feed him. "...Are you enjoying this too much, Heine?"

It's intriguing, to say the least. With how close he's moving towards her.

"Rather-- feed you." Who knows why. Might have a thing or two to do with control, his eyes darting aside in thought and focusing back when another offer comes. He abides, eats from her hand, and laps at his lips just to see how Naoto reacts.

"No. It's just weird. Strange." He's nonchalant, although he can't deny there's a budding warmth in the pit of his stomach and eating feels second nature by each offer.

It is attractive, but it helps that he's equally attractive right now. "Maybe after we leave." Though she's starting to feel good about feeding him. Slowly, he gets the cake pushed into his mouth, while her other hand moves down to touch his stomach.

"Don't make yourself sick."

"That a promise?" There's an appeal the more Heine considers it, his mouth opening to take the cake and chew away. The wayward hand to his stomach comes to some surprise. He feels fine; a little fuller, but not yet fit to pop.

"I won't. Besides- you have to feed me, remember?" He smiles and laps at the frosting on his lips.

With the next piece of cake gone, Naoto switches over to cinnamon rolls covered in frosting, pulling parts off and pushing them into his mouth. "If there's anything left after you're done."

Her thumb, covered in frosting, rests against his lips for him to lick. "I think you like it."

"A tall order if you think you can fit all of it in me." There is a lot to take in visibly speaking. He clears his throat at the thumb offering and licks clean aware for the first time how much warmer he feels.

Warm and stirring in want.

"That so? Maybe I like other things." He taunts, tongue lapping at her thumb one last time. "Not so much feeling too full-- it's more than I usually eat you know?"

"Don't challenge me." Since she was in charge here, feeding him, she was definitely going to see how far he could be pushed. He could always handle a little bit more than he thought he could.

"I think you just like me." She grabs another cinnamon roll and begins to feed that to him, "I know. But you probably should eat more."

"Why not?" It's a tread he can tug and appears to spur Naoto into further action. Little beknownest to him how far she intends to feed him. Stuffed was the purpose, just not how stuffed.

He does eat more, thoughts circling on what to reply.

"I do like you." He's putting up with this right? "Until I'm stuffed, right?"

"Until you feel ready to pop." She confirms. Although maybe she didn't confirm that with him just yet.

She grabs some cookies and pushes those into his mouth too. "If you're getting turned on, you'll have to wait."

"You're enjoying this. No doubt." The letter had in how they are to get out, except the extent of how much was left vague. Hearing Naoto say it so nonchalant and wanting to push him to such a limit is-- intriguing.

The extra mouthful silences him into chew and takes a moment to get down, his stomach starting to ache from its contents and perhaps even ballooning out a little.

"Who said I was? Are you getting wet from stuffing me?" He taunts back.

"Who can say?" She's absolutely enjoying this, perhaps far more than she should. But then again, it's nice to see him being dominated a bit. She moves in closer, feeling his stomach underneath her hand.

"You're still small." Though he doesn't help that he is attractive anyways. "How're you feeling?" Giving him more cookies to eat.

"I can." No leap of logic there when she keeps feeding him and rubbing his stomach, the once slender middle starting bud into a bump with how much she's been shoving into him. And continues too as cookies are pushed into his mouth leaving him little room to talk; or tease.

"Hey-- slow down." Heine mutters swallowing the last mouthful. "Full. Warm. How about you?" Warm too he thinks as he runs fingers down the side of her leg.

"Sorry." She got excited, but she wouldn't admit it outloud. Not when he was absolutely catching on to how much she enjoyed it. Her fingers on his stomach and giving it a rub.

"Fine." Yeah, he probably has already caught on. Oh well. "I think you look good."

"Thought I looked good already-- or better looking with a belly?" He taunted keen to Naoto's enjoyment of his stuffing. Heine hummed and shut his eyes at the rub of his stomach; the gentle rise at odds with how thin he usually was.

"Not fair I don't get to feed you too." He added tracing along her hip with his fingers.

"...Better." She confirms, rubbing up that stomach before putting a doughnut into his mouth. "You might not get to feed me, but there's something else you can do later."

Moving in to kiss him on the lips, "Promise."

"Better?" He huffs in slight amusement before eating the doughnut placed in his mouth. Hearing he's in no position to feed her comes as a let down; but something better earns a slight smirk.

"Shame, I think you'd like good with a belly-- but something else later sounds-- good." He kisses back and finds his shirt tugging about his budding belly. "And what is that later entail?"

"You're getting greedy." She sighs and pushes a small slice of cake into his mouth. "Isn't it better to be surprised?" Moving in to kiss him again and touching his cheek.

"Just keep eating and don't worry about it."

"How can I not worry. You're supposed to feed me until I can't move, right?" Something to that effect, which would leave him with a considerable belly at best. He eats all the same shooting looks of amusement and making circles on her thigh with his fingers.

"I'm getting... rounder." Heine chimes aware of his stomach turning round over the amount fed to him. It's getting harder to stomach it all. How much is he really gonna have to eat?

"Rather... eat you out." The food and hotel's effects taking a toll in favor of sex.

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hey sorry i had a LOT OF A PROBLEM but im doing better now

it's okay! glad to hear things are better though

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