Mikalya lay sprawled on the sunbed in front of her luxurious beach house, cramming chocolates into her mouth from a rapidly diminishing pile on a silver platter by her side, one of her maids already moving to provide her with more, while another ensured that her brimming mug of mojitos remained topped up at all times, a third gently working a huge feather fan over her bloated body to keep her cool, even as the sun shone high in the sky. As she finished the last of her chocolates, she licked her lips for a second then drained her drink in a single endless mouthful, some trickling down over her bountiful double-chin, as the maid carefully placed a bowl of sweetmeats beside her.
A month of endless gluttony had transformed her. Her tremendous belly jiggled with each move, her bikini struggling to contain her bulging breasts. Her double chin was on the verge of turning into her triple chin, her ankles long since replaced with cankles, flabby arms constantly reaching for more and more food to satisfy her endless cravings. Exotic jewels were nestled in her perfectly-coiffured hair, and a dozen necklaces were draped around her neck, resting in her cleavage, some with traces of her recent stuffing upon them.
As she gorged on the sweetmeats, she saw a figure walking down the steps from her house, her new manager, replacing the one she had fired a month ago for failing to satisfy all of her demands. The idea that she should waste her precious time performing or even walking when she had endless food to consume, endless pampering and pleasure to enjoy, was beyond absurd, and she salivated at the memory of the mountains meals she had consumed over the last month, and the others she would enjoy in the coming days, each bigger than the last. She paused to rub her belly in satisfaction before returning to her snacks, lazily looking out at the advancing waves.
“Ma’am?” her manager said. “Brunch will be ready in a few moments.” As Mikalya stuffed the last of her sweetmeats into her waiting mouth, she added, “Once you’ve finished, I’ve arranged for your daily full-body massage while the chefs start work on lunch. I hope this will prove satisfactory?” She gestured at the maids, who moved to help the lethargic layabout to her fattened feet, one of them wiping away the worst of the food stains.
Mikalya nodded, struggling along the path into her house, her stomach still growling despite the luxurious food upon which she had been gorging. She was now up to six meals a day, in addition to her snacks, and this was her second after breakfast-in-bed, to be followed by lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper. Already this seemed woefully insufficient, and she was working out where she might add additional meals to her daily routine, though they’d have to be worked around her endless pampering sessions.
The door opened into her dining room, revealing a table filled with delicious food, rich, heavy smells assaulting her as she staggered inside. A trio of breakfast baguettes stuffed with cheese and chorizo, stacks of pancakes buried in butter, bacon and syrup, a pile of fresh croissants loaded with butter and jam, cinnamon buns with melted sugar drenched upon them, a loaf of melted cheese sandwiches with thick, rich tomato soup to dip them in, and two huge jugs of milkshake, vanilla and chocolate, a gallon of each. As she dropped her form down at the head of the table, her bloated body oozing over the sides of the chair, the legs creaking, another maid placed a huge ten-egg omelette in front of her, loaded with melted cheese.
She reached for a spoon that resembled a small shovel, looked up at her manager, and asked, “Dessert?”
“We’ll bring that in shortly, ma’am,” her manager replied. “A three-tier chocolate cake and a tower of profiteroles.” With a smile, she added, “Bon appetit.”
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