Mikayla reached for the third burger with her left hand, whilst taking huge bites out of the second with her right, grease and tomato sauce running down her double chin as she furiously gorged, alternating from one to the other, her eyes wide with pleasure as she crammed the last of the second burger in, glugging the remnants of her milkshake after it to help wash it down, heedless of the trickle of chocolate that ran out of a corner of her mouth, splattering on her top. She stuffed in a fistful of fries before looking up to see the door to her room open, a delivery driver bringing another bag of food to her, this time a pair of pizzas, bucket of fried chicken, and another pair of milkshakes, banana and strawberry this time.
Without even acknowledging the driver, Mikayla opened the first pizza box, looking at the thick layers of cheese, the smell oozing into the air as she snatched a slice, taking a pair of huge bites that made her eyes roll back from delight. She didn’t care that the buttons on her top were straining to the limit, all she knew was that she loved this food, loved to fill herself full, layers of rich, luxurious fat rolling over her body as she grew. Finishing the last burger, she tipped the bag of fries into her eager mouth, not wanting to miss even a scrap, then tossed it vaguely in the direction of the dustbin before starting on the fried chicken, ripping it from the bone with frantic bites.
“Good god,” her manager said, walking into the room. “Do you even bother to chew these days?”
“Busy,” Mikayla grunted in between bites. “Hungry. What do you want?”
“You’re meant to be rehearsing for next week’s concert,” her manager replied. “I’ve got a personal trainer to help you go through the dance moves, but…”
“Not now,” Mikayla replied, looking up, grease running down her chins. “Can’t you see that I’m eating? Now go and chase up my dessert. And get the order doubled. I’m starving.” She took a huge gulp of milkshake, and added, “More of this as well.” One of the buttons popped on her top, letting her belly push itself through the gap, and she giggled, saying, “You’d better get some new clothes arranged as well. These seem to be shrinking.”
“You can’t keep…”
“I pay you,” she replied. “Bring me more. That’s all I want. Bring me more. More!”
The manager walked out, shaking her head, leaving Mikayla to focus on her meal, stuffing and gorging her way through the pizzas and the chicken, the only sounds in the room her frantic chewing and the occasional grunt of satisfaction as the rich, heavy food settled into her bloated stomach. Before she realized it, the boxes were empty, the chicken all gone, and she sat back for a moment, patting her belly with her greasy hand as she waited for the next course. After only a minute, the doors opened again, her manager with a pair of attendants, each of them carrying bags of food.
They assembled the dessert course on the table, a sheet cake, a box of donuts, another of eclairs, another of cream cakes, a pair of cheesecakes loaded with toppings, and a pile of chocolate fudge brownies, with a jug of cream on the side to pour over the mass. Her eyes widened again, and she started to reach for the donuts before looking up at the manager, forcing a scowl on her face as the frowning figure looked down on her.
“It’ll do,” she said. “For now. I’ll want a full body massage after this, and then I’ll give you my order for dinner.” She looked at the empty boxes and wrappers scattered on the floor, and added, “Like this, but bigger. Much bigger.” She smiled, and added, “Where are my milkshakes?”
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