[DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT A NORMAL, WRITTEN STORY. THESE ARE THE LOGS OF A PLAYTEST OF STARTAIL TAKEN FROM THE CAMPAIGN HAPPENING IN THE DISCORD SERVER.
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CONTENT WARNING: WEIGHT GAIN, INFLATION, VORE, SLIME, GAS, FUTA, FORCE FEEDING, DUBCON... HONESTLY, A LOT OF STUFF. JUST HOLD ON, IT'S A WILD RIDE.]
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—After about two days in transport through the Starlane, you're all close to arriving at planet Q2-07672A... "Honna"... the cow homeworld.
Sam... you'll be arriving first.
Even on the ride to this once-in-a-lifetime luxury retreat, you couldn’t stop working. Just because your boss had been kind enough to pass along the prize of an all-expense-paid ticket, didn’t mean he had been kind enough to ease up on all of the assignments you’d woken up to this morning on your digital board. You were answering just as many emails as any other day. To be specific, you were through about 6,502 out of 12,928. For today. JUST today. You did your best to focus on getting as much work done as you could on the tablet that sat in your lap, but focusing wasn’t exactly easy when this cramped transport ship was filled with the running and yelling of about a hundred rabbits. And that was just your closest siblings. Just the ones who wanted to tag along to wish you farewell. Thank goodness all 354 didn’t want to come along. Maybe that’s why you were a decent secretary. Numbers were always your strongsuit. After all, when you’re a rabbit in a family as big as yours, you learn to get pretty good with big numbers. A couple of your sisters, Suzie and Sheila, probably some of your closest siblings due to how close in age they were, sauntered over and turned off the screen on your tablet. “Sammy, come ON!” Suzie shouted. “You FINALLY get the chance for a vacation like you’ve been asking and you’re STILL working??” Sheila said with a gasp of annoyance. “Don’t you have an ‘off’ setting somewhere? You need to chill out!” “Yeah! We’re almost there!” "You're not seriously going to work the whole time, are you?"
Sam Jukes
—Sam has at least the decency to look sheepish as she places the tablet under her arm, eyes refocusing after a moment from the screen's glare. "Sorry Suzie, I really don't have an off button at all Like my tablet has and neither does the pile of emails I need to deal with. she takes a breath in and then lets it out as a huff with a smile on her face. "But hey I am not going to work the whole time, They advertised some of the best ice-cream out there so I am definitely not going to pass up on a chance for that at all, oh and some of the other stuff might help me with my back pain haha."
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—They both give a huff, rolling their eyes at that. They weren't about to believe it for a minute, but they would at least accept it as a good enough excuse to lay off you for a bit and leave you alone. "Alright, alright, fine." Suzie groaned. "But... you're NOT bringing THIS in!" Sheila chimed with a little giggle, snatching the tablet from under your arm. "That oughta FORCE you to take a little break~!" The two smiled to eachother, hopping away as soon as you tried to reach for it. Before you could even argue, you hear one of your brothers chime out from the pilot dash. "Approaching orbit! Everyone, buckle in!"
Sam Jukes
—"Agh darn it you two!" Sam almost gets up to give chase but pauses before huffing and shaking her head, causing her earrings to tink against each other. It was a forlorn hope to possibly find the pair now that they have joined the swarm of siblings. instead buckling herself down into her seat and taking a moment to focus on her ears to get them into a slightly comfortable flop. "whelp looks like I am going to need to hunt those two after I come back, I am not paying for a second Tablet." *Getting herself as comfortable as one bun can be in the chaos of siblings she places her hands on her lap awaiting landing"
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—The only sign of where the two might've been was the ceaseless giggling as they entered the swarm. But with how many were laughing, yelling, and screaming over eachother... yeah, it'd be like finding a needle in a haystack. So, you just buckled in. "Now entering orbit..."
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Elizabeth, you'll be arriving second...
Like hell you were going to ride in one of those company-owned transports. You’d seen all the research into those things. A million places to hide microphones, cameras, EVERYTHING you’d need to spy on anyone dumb enough to take one. You, for one, preferred your business handled a little bit more… discreetly. Especially business as sensitive as this. Your entire transport was abustle with the sound of small flippers waddling. You had refused to leave without all twenty-four of your penguin butlers accompanying you for the trip, even if they wouldn’t be allowed within the actual suite. Your most trusted, Mr. Greyworth, waddled up to you with a silver platter of martinis as you sat and awaited entry to orbit. “Madame Elizabeth… if I may, are you certain that attending the opening of this suite simply to look into the secrets of its business practice is an excellent idea? Madame Moo-Dao has a… very quiet past. What if she has ties to the cartels? It may be unsafe for you to snoop around. Especially on your own where we can’t keep an eye on you.”
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth raises a brow as she takes one of the martinis atop the platter, swishing it around and looking into the reflection of the drink, unamused. "Now, Tell me, Mr. Greyworth, I don't believe our contract involved backseat eavesdropping... That being said, your cries haven't fallen on deaf ears. Calculated risks are part of business, dear." She takes a sip of her drink. Mmm. Cherry-lime. "Unless you have something to debrief me, that is? Do indulge me."
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—Mr. Greyworth simply took a deep breath, laying the rest of the drinks along the table for you, and tucking the platter under his arm. "Very well, Madame. We will continue to do some investigation on Madame Moo-Dao until we arrive, but... just, do ensure you try to be careful. Business contacts of such high publicity with so little on their personal record are always a bit... concerning." "Approaching orbit, Madame!" one of the penguins called from the control room. Mr. Greyworth just sighed. "I... suppose our current information will have to be sufficient. Let's hope this Moo-Dao is a trustworthy woman." he said, rubbing the stress from his temples as he waddled along to get landing gear in order. As he did, a few penguins came over to help you buckle in, trying not to be TOO visible in their strain of getting the seatbelts around you. "Now entering orbit..."
Amelia... you'll be landing third...
You never use public transport. Or… even privately-owned company transports. You just… don’t really care for many transports beside your own ship, really. You don’t care if it’s rough around the edges, falling apart, and smells kinda weird. It’s your ship, dammit, and you love it all the same. Not gonna trust some fancy, new-car-smell corvette flyer to bring you anywhere. And so, as you entered planetary cowspace in your three-generations-old corvette craft, you kicked your paws up on the dashboard and filed your claws. Much to the annoyance of a particular mutt. You hesitated to call him a business partner. That would make him sound far too useful. But, he was definitely a half-decent fencer. He managed to actually sell half of the illegal artifacts you got your paws on without alerting the authorities. So, you supposed that was commendable. “So… let me get this straight…” he huffed, pinching his nose. “You’re going to an all-expense-paid suite, where extremely little weapons are allowed, no outside security, no contact with the outside world, where there could potentially be DOZENS of rich people that you’ve stolen from… and you think it’s a great idea to spend ten days rubbing elbows with them like you’re some sort of snazzy socialite?”
Amelia Lancaster
—The cheetah chuckles at her most recent partner's comment, clearly seeing this as a chance to potentially find some gigs and triple, maybe even quadruple check that the folks she does business with are only after each other and not a middle woman like her. Yeah, she absolutely counts on seeing some folks she's had run-ins with before, whether friendly or hostile. But these rich folks and corpos should know damn well making a scene is only going to look bad on them. "Oh re-LAX, if I had any suspicion that someone there had it out for me, you think I would consider this for a second? Come on, I'm THEE Amelia Lancaster. Anyone in there whether I've crossed them or not will understand that it's just business. And if not, they'd better remember where they are and not make a scene. Others will absolutely be secretly recording to get dirt on their business rivals, making a scene at an event like this would be career suicide!" Amelia taps on a screen to make sure that the landing is going smoothly, smirking as she sees that it is. Or... at the very least within her own standards. "It's also a great opportunity to pick up some extra work~ You don't seriously think it's a day off for those folks in the war against their rivals, do you? Oh they're still plotting, I can tell you that. And they'll need a gal like me to do their thieving work."
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—The dog just sighs, and doesn't bother putting up a fight with that. He'd only been working with you about a week, and he'd already learned that arguing, nine times out of ten, wasn't worth the breath. He just mocked under his breath. "The Amelia Lancaster, sure..." He engaged landing protocols, shooting a glare over his shoulder as you backseat checked his work the entire time, and slowly approached the planet's orbit. "I'm just saying..." he finally added. "Just a shifty place. It's wild to me that this many high-reputation socialites are willing to go in, locked away from the outside world, no security of their own, for ten days. TEN days. That's insane. One of them could get assassinated and no one would even know for over a week. I'm not saying someone's gonna assassinate you, just-" "Approaching orbit..." He sighed, his concern trailing off. "Well, whatever state you end up in in ten days, just make sure I don't have to mop parts of you off the walls to get you back in the ship." he said with a snort.
Margot, you are fourth to land...
Flash! Flash! Even in what was intended to be a ‘personal transport craft’, the constant clicks of camera flashes made a constant ambience for the whole trip. In all honesty, though, this was probably how you preferred it. Why fill a transport with friends and family when it could be lined with adoring fans instead? You’d worked hard for this kind of adoration. You deserved to be SWIMMING in it. It was no secret that pig culture wasn’t exactly kind to the bigger-bodied celebrities that came from its glowing cities and pop-culture capitols. There were a fair few scandals made up about you just to try and get you off of screens and magazine covers. You had PLENTY of enemies. Plenty of sharks out there circling you, waiting to take your place if you slipped. Which was exactly why you were branching out. The only way to keep from disappearing into irrelevance… was to grow. So, you’d grow into the cow pop-culture bubble. And right now, this new suite opening was the HOTTEST thing in all of cow media. If you were a spokesperson for it, or even better, if things went well with this “Madame Moo-Dao”, and she made you the FACE of this suite? Your legacy would practically be assured. You’d no longer be a quick-burning star. You’d be a lifelong celebrity. A well-dressed, slim pig in a reporter suit managed to shoulder his way to the front of the crowd, practically cramming a microphone into your snout. “Ms. Snackenhoffer, is it true that you’re hoping to speak one-on-one with Madame Moo-Dao? There’s rumours that–” Whatever question was going to follow was interrupted, a glitter-covered, tight-dress-wearing petite pig, likely some sort of Pigstagram model, shoved forward to thrust a phone to you to use as a microphone. “Ms. Snackenhoffer, is it true that you’ve gone up two dress-sizes in anticipation to meet with Madame Moo-Dao~?” she said with the most smug, knowing grin on her face. Another leech trying to tear you down. You could recognize them from a mile away.
Margot Snackenhoffer
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Margot scoffs at the young, petite pig, the previous question completely forgotten... "My dress size is a little irrelevant, isn't it?" She returns a smug smile, never afraid of these types as she knew exactly what to say... "The main thing is that I have a meeting with Madame Moo-Dao... which is more than you can say, isn't it darling?"
She flicks her hair over her shoulder and turns to the reporter, "And I believe that answers your question..."
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There's a certain air of tension immediately as the girl hijacks the question. And despite trying to handle it with an air of professionalism, she gives a sly smile, knowing that she managed to get a bit under your skin. "Really? Well, I suppose we'll have to see just how irrelevant it is one day." she chimed with a little teasing lilt in her voice, before practically turning on her hooves and skipping away. The questions tried to resume, but as a "Approaching orbit..." message came over the speakers, your agent started pushing the mob away. "Ms. Snackenhoffer needs to be seated for landing. Everyone, please, back up. Any further questions will have to be answered after the trip." the large pig declared, shoving his arm out to carve a path.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot scowled at the young pig as she sauntered off, when the alert was sounded and her agent cleared a path she gathered herself and sauntered towards her own seat... buckling in in preparation for landing...
Of course... buckling in required a bit of shifting and shuffling to work...
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Lenore, you're the fifth to land...
Normally, you’d have been mortified. Traveling in officer uniform alongside two high commissioners of the Alliance Police Defense, who ALSO just so happened to be your parents, was nerve-racking. They were both practically the ideal officers, in their own way. Your father was a high commander and emissary for most unit stations across half the sectors in the Starlane. Basically, any time a decision was made about where to put police resources, someone had to make sure to tell him about it. He was a respected name. Commissioner Gordon Kalaharus. And your mother? Well, she was probably one of the best, most respected lions on the force. EVERY force she was a part of. She was practically in olympic condition, able to outrun cheetahs and overpower wolves. There wasn’t a single target that she’d had to report failure in detaining to this day.
And when you’re in the service for over twenty-five years, that’s a pretty major achievement. Commissioner Audrey Kalaharus, as well, was a HIGHLY respected name. Which is why it was all the more embarrassing that the name ‘Lenore Kalaharus’ garnered much more reputation in the average donut shop than it did in the world of justice and law enforcement. “Perhaps… if this is going to be a public event, we should have fitted you for a new uniform first, Lenore, sweetie?” your mother awkwardly approached the subject, trying not to glance down at the roll of pudge that sat in your lap as you scrolled whatever screen was around. Your father got up from his seat with a huff, folding his hands behind him and looking out the window towards the approaching planet. “Too late to worry about that now. Besides, this should be some good exercise for Lenore. Remember, sweetheart, we gave you this invitation ONLY because we’re speaking to Madame Moo-Dao about proper planetary registration for this new business venture of hers. Don’t go overboard on the indulgence, understand?” he said in his usual, commanding tone that he didn’t even drop around family. As he passed by, he poked a claw at your belly. “As soon as we’re done here… we’re putting you on a PROPER training regiment.” he said with a sigh.
Lenore Kalaharus
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Lenore, internally, sighed. She knew that she'd gone a little overboard recently, but to be called out so openly by her father like this was the last thing she wanted. She'd managed to squeeze into her uniform most days without too much trouble, and frankly, why did it matter? Her incident records were good, her paperwork was always on-time and her discipline was unimpeachable... but I suppose compared to Gordon and Audrey Kalaharus, anything less than stellar still sticks out like a sore thumb. Paying as little heed to her father's words and probing claw as she could, she nodded sharply as she stood at attention, trying to suck in as much as she could. "Yes, sir. Objectives first, as always. And I'll look into the regimen starting tomorrow morning." As her father passed by, she threw a pleading glance at her mother. Surely she could offer the tiniest bit of understanding, the briefest moment of sympathy... But it was no use. If her parents were aligned on something, there was nothing she would be able to do to change their minds. Turning back to her tablet, she found some small comfort in the dizzyingly long list of amenities that awaited them... and the fact that eventually, finally, she would be off the clock and free to enjoy herself.
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—You looked over to your mother, who only seemed to answer with a job report, as if you were simply seeking more information on what your responsibilities would be. "Madame Moo-Dao only wishes to speak to us two on the registration. She made that clear. So, since you're the only one with a proper ticket to the suite, you'll be on your own, Lenore. It'll be good practice for you. Think of this like your first taste of what private security is like." she said simply, as if that were supposed to make you feel better. Your father just nodded along. "Exactly. Which is where you're likely to end up if you don't keep up with regiment physique standards." he added off-handedly, clearing his throat with a pointed glance towards the misfitting uniform. "Approaching orbit..." the systems chimed. "Excellent. Right on time." Gordon said as he settled in, giving a glance around to make sure everyone was buckled and set.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Settling into her seat with only the slightest tugging at her belt, Lenore couldn't help but feel about three inches tall. At least she'd be alone for a bit, what with the two of them taken up with the discussions with Moo-Dao, but... somehow she felt like their presence would be lingering at her shoulder all week. She wasn't sure this could get much worse. Grrrrrrgrgrgllll... Lenore felt her cheeks turning a horrible shade of pink as her stomach decided to chime in and remind her how long it had been since she'd eaten anything. Closing her eyes and sitting as straight as she could, she started to count the seconds between now and freedom, and pray to something - anything - that she'd find her moment to relax.
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—Neither said a thing about the sound... but a collective sigh was passed through the transport, as everyone tried to ignore it. At long last, after what felt like a torturous landing protocol... you began to enter orbit.
Each of the transports began to make landing out in the massive courtyard bay. In the distance, the suite building literally eclipsed the morning sun. It was downright picturesque. Massive, rolling valleys of flowers and grain, crowned by the glorious palace suite that extended into the heavens above. It was easily the tallest building for miles around. It was one of the ONLY buildings, really, surrounded only by valleys and mountains for about as far as the eye could see. In the middle of the rural countryside and farmland. The amount of people landing was baffling. Dozens and dozens of transports were coming in, as if this were in the middle of a bustling city sector. And, as each transport opened, cows dressed in gold bells, red silks, and asianistic robes ushered the crowds in. "Welcome!" "Hello!" "Welcome to the Wag-Shin Suite!" "Welcome to our planet!" There was a sea of polite greetings, taking luggage, and getting everyone settled into the lobby. Within the hour, hundreds of animals filled the main lobby room. If the building was impressive from the outside, it was doubly-so on the inside. Golden pillars, marble floors, wood finished walls... it looked like a palace of utter decadence and luxury. There was a rumour that the entire cow homeworld smelled of nothing but farmland. But in here? That smell was nowhere to be found. Only the smells of scented candles, luxury spas, and the wafting aromas of gourmet kitchens. Everything about this place screamed luxury to an absurd degree. And, as if the queen of the castle herself... a figure rose from the upper stage. Everyone had to look up at her like some sort of glowing, golden-dressed deity.
She was a heavier woman. A cow with a rattling crown of golden trinkets and gemstones. A bit gaudy in her dress, but in a place like this, it practically fit in perfectly. She wore a provocative gown that sparkled in the warm lights of the lobby, showing off her figure in something that even rivaled some of the more showy guests for how much skin could be revealed. "My dears..." Madame Moo-Dao announced in a long moo. "It is beyond any worldly pleasure to see just how many of you have shown a keen interest in being among the first groups to sample my suite. Those who are currently in the main lobby are guests who specifically have an all-expense-paid ticket to the suite's primary care. That means that you will spend the next ten days in the most luxury of your life. More decadence than you have ever before experienced. You will leave this place understanding why cow culture is the most lavish, and truly the height of splendor within the galaxy." she said, a bright smile across her lips. "Each of you have already been assigned to groups. Groups of five will stay in joint-suite rooms, and will be responsible for ensuring the safety, and enjoyment, of all other members of their group. If anything, and we mean anything, is insatisfactory for your group's enjoyment, please do not hesitate to notify us at once. On top of this... each group will be assigned a 'Guest score'. A special surprise awaits the group with the highest guest score when the ten days have concluded. How do you attain such a score, you ask? Well... by being our guests, of course! By enjoying every luxury, and indulging to your heart's desire. Each of you will start at a guest score of 100. Let's see how things go~... For now, each of you, please follow the instructions by our staff to lead you to your suites so you can put away your belongings. And after that... please, enjoy your stay at the Wag-Shin Suite~...."
Sam Jukes
—Sam checks her group number and then gets going to find the rest of her group with a skitish speed that is difficult to replicate for most, shuffling up and around to find whoever is on her list, though at least one of the names sticks out to her "Oh I am with THE Margot Snackenhoffer? well looks like its going to be a fun time here."
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—All five of you shuffle through the lobby, and meet up with each of you that are organized into your selected group... "Team 4". A bottom-heavy, overworked rabbit hugs a few hundred siblings goodbye. A large, heavyset polar bear is handed bag after bag by a conveyor line of penguin butlers. A smirking cheetah in a skintight bodysuit shoves a dog out the door as he tries to raise his concern one last time. A massive pig poses and struts as her manager gets the suite staff to help herd the dozens of reporters and photographers out the main doors. And finally, a pot-bellied lioness gives an awkward hug, and then a salute, to her mother and father as they're escorted down a hall by some staff. You five are officially now guests of the Wag-Shin Suite for the next ten days... and it seems you're all grouped up together.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Mmph..." Madame Elizabeth opens the briefcase in hand as the penguins depart, scowling. "Penguin #42 forgot to include my candies... I'll be sure they hear about this..." She mutters under her breath.
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—A few of the short cow maids swallow nervously when they hear just how... harsh Elizabeth's criteria for service can be.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot struts her way through the crowd, looking about to make sure her suitcases and bags are being handled carefully, striking poses on occasion, flicking her hair back and forth... "Hey, careful with the case!" She calls out as one of the staff clumsily handles a heavy, designer brand suitcase, "Lester!" She turns to her manager, "Make sure they are handling my things correctly!" She then turns back to the crowd and strikes a pose with a smile, her sudden anger fading as quickly as it came on as she struts forwards towards her private suite...
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia steps out of her craft with a smile, looking upon the various guests of the Wag-Shin Suite. She can definitely tell that she's probably one of the... poorer of the guests here? Or at least what she can tell them is she's got the experience given the state of her ship. She starts to make her way towards the lobby, mildly annoyed at... was it Peter the dog's name? Either way, Amelia reassures him again and again as she makes it to the front door, telling him to basically piss off and take care of the ship, giving him an 'allowance' of sorts to work with while staying on the planet. "And I swear, once I'm out of here and you've gotten the ship impounded or something, there'll be hell to pay." She then slips into the crowd to lose... Parker? Something like that. She follows the maids to where her group is... 'Team 4'? Quite the peculiar name for a group, not as fancy as she imagined. But regardless, she waves to the other gals she's ended up with. "So, this is 'Team 4', huh? Great meetin' yall. Amelia's the name, Amelia Lancaster." She holds out a hand as if this is some sort of business transaction.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore, almost lost in despairing thought at how painfully awkward her parents' parting was, takes her hand immediately, glad for the distraction. "Officer Kalaharus, Alliance P.D. ... but I guess you can call me Lenore. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Lancaster." Lenore tries not to squint at the outfit as she looks Amelia up and down. There's something about her that seems... off, given her presentation and how starkly in contrast it is to her surroundings, but she decides to file it away under "worry about it later".
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—Amelia, your outstretched hand found its way to Margot as you two sauntered along. You weren't really bringing the luggage to your rooms, so much as supervising the poor workers who were actually responsible for doing so. But, since Margot was in no rush to take the hand, it found its way to Lenore instead, who gave a polite... somewhat desperate greeting. As you five laid eyes upon the rooms, they were just as grandiose as the rest of the palace. While Margot and Elizabeth had likely been looking forward to private suites, the connected room looked as if it were a castle in its own right. Five absurdly large master beds with silk sheets, million-thread-count comforters, hot tubs in the floor, room service terminals at every beside... It was truly like the kind of palaces reserved for the royalty of planets that had more Units than they knew what to do with.
Sam Jukes
—Sam Ruffles down her fur after getting at minimum 12 head pats and 16 squeezing hugs from her larger siblings before she has to chase them off. she then tries her best to look somewhat like a competent secretary and not a rabbit that was thrown around in a tumble dryer. before heading up to the shared suite. "Hrm hopefully I look at least presentable." Only for her impromptu patdown to stop suddenly from Amelia speaking up, causing her to jump a bit. "ah hello nice to meet you all, hopefully this will be an enjoyable trip hm?"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Well... these rooms should do..." Margot mused as she looked around, finally noticing the others. "Lester..." She whispered to her manager, "Who are these people?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth's eye sparkles at the riches of the room, finding herself disgustingly... impressed! Not even her room had this much gold... This is what they give their guests? Before losing her focus, the bear chews her fear and swallows it, thumbing through her thoughts. "Just... showing off, surely..." Though, before she could worry on, Elizabeth makes a potent observation of the sheer size of the beds. What were they housing, whales...?
Narrator
—Margot, at long last, you finally turned to see that Lester had been ushered off with the crowd. You were officially in the deep end now. And no manager was allowed beyond this point without a ticket. For the first time in... probably months, you were on your own. Well, aside from your new 'team', of course.
Amelia Lancaster
—'Oh shit, a cop. None of those corpos that recognized me reported me to them... right..?' The cheetah shakes the hand regardless, smiling as she tries to greet the others as well. She sees Sam, smirking a bit at the gal's surprise before introducing herself to her as well. "Nice to meet you too, I hope it's as enjoyable as I read it'll be. Though I already have a good feeling about this..." Once they make it to the room, she looks in awe at where they find themselves. Having no perception of what REAL luxury service is like, she is under the impression that this is it. "Oh WOW, I was expecting a nice room, but this is something else! Pretty sure those beds are half the size of my teleporter array!" She makes her way over to one, checking to see if the beds have been assigned or not.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The next thought, though, is also cut off by Margot's comment, leaving Elizabeth to remember her most practiced routine: The shake. Sharpening her gaze and turning towards the gorgeous swine, she extends her hand and gives her signature introduction. "Elizabeth Sphinx. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Margot. I imagine you also recognize the height of your needs, coming to such an... extravagant establishment." Her teeth grind at the last adjective.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore can't help her jaw dropping open as soon as she walks in. Her family could definitely be said to be affluent, but this... this is beyond any level of luxury she's ever seen, even in the highest of luxury high-rise raids. She pads over to an unclaimed bed, pressing a single paw into it and gasping as it gives way like a marshmallow under her fingers. Already, she can feel the stars shining in her eyes. This... this made everything worth it.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot blushed a little, faltering for a moment before composing herself and turning to the group... She reluctantly takes the hand with a smile, "The pleasure is mine Elizabeth," She giggles haughtily, "I'm hoping this place can meet my needs..."
Sam Jukes
—"Well thse beds are, . . . large, might just be for any size fits all, quite accommodating I think? Oh uh sorry I forgot to introduce myself, silly me. I am Samantha Jukes, but if you prefer you can call me Sam." She begins to scamper about the room, looking about at just about everything with quizzical amber eyes before pausing and grabbing one of the sheets to give them a brush, followed by her squishing her hands into the matress.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"You clearly haven't stayed in a penthouse before..." Margot speaks up, "The larger the bed, the more comfortable!"
Sam Jukes
—"I thought that when I got myself a queen-sized bed for myself, sort of an accidental order that I sold later, who knew that mattresses are sold species to species on a size basis? But uhm no I have not really been to these places to stay, more visit every now and then to do a tax filing." She gives the mattress another squish before leaping onto the middle of the bed with a laugh. "these ones seem to be the exception though hehe."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Mmm, large is right..." Elizabeth tilts a head. "Even I am curious. I haven't seen beds sold in this size... though, I digress." Then, looking towards Sam, she nods and smiles, expressing neutrality while still sizing the bunny up with her gaze. "It's good to meet you, Samantha. I... could almost swear I've had an assistant that looks just like you."
Sam Jukes
—"Most likely one of my sisters, I am the best of the lot though hehe." a rapid smile coming to her face as she skitters her way to the head of the bed.
Narrator
—In between greetings, Sam grabbed a terminal tablet, and you all took a moment to look over the menu of luxury activities. It seemed as though they were all opening up for business one by one, each of the lights flicking on green as you looked at the screen.
-Full-body spas
-Massages
-Hot baths
-Steam Saunas
-Clay masks
-Fur conditioning
-Buffet wing
-Room service
-Chocolate fountains
-Deluxe icecream bar
-Waterpark
-Casino
-Full-immersion VR rooms
-Theater hall
-Adult entertainment
-Winery/brewery
-Breeding relief services
You could either all go to one as a group, or split up between options.
Sam Jukes
—"Hmmm, well They did promise the best ice-cream in the galaxy, or was it the world, eh does that really matter which one it is. I think it would be a great icebreaker to get to know each other right?" Her left ear flicks, Trying to not sound like she is particularly excited to try out dessert immediately.
Narrator
—Almost immediately, one of the cow maids stops in the hallway, immediately spinning on her hooves at the question. "The best icecream in the galaxy! We've had a number of gourmet chefs and reviewers happily put their name on that celebratory seal. The Wag-Shin Suite is home to the finest deluxe icecream in all the Starlane." she chimed, the words sounding as practiced as if she said it every morning for hours on end.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia looks at the listings of various activities and services, grinning as she looks over the list. Man, this place has EVERYTHING. How the hell is she even supposed to decide on just one? "Ice cream, huh? Though if we wanna get to know each other, I'm personally more of a 'share some drinks' type of gal when meeting new people. Always wanted to try out some of the more high-shelf drinks personally."
Sam Jukes
—"OH i was not fully sure about that until I heard that, now we gotta go and find out for sure that this claim is true." The bun is starting to vibrate as she goes up and down on her paws, her earrings jingling
Lenore Kalaharus
—"Honestly, anywhere that does food would be enough. I haven't eaten all day and I'm starving." Lenore does her best to look nonchalant and unbothered, even as the gnawing hunger in the pit of her stomach makes her wince slightly.
Narrator
—The maid simply pulls out a digital pen towards the tablet in her hands. "Well, there are a number of food accommodations throughout the suite. We could have room service brought to you all if you'd prefer to stay here, or we can prepare seating for your party at the buffet, the icecream bar, or the deluxe brewery and bar if you'd prefer drinks?" she lists out, tapping the pen to her chin.
Sam Jukes
—"See Lenore has the right idea, we can eat tasty treats and then we could split up for something else to rest and then do another thing together yeah?" she pauses to look over to the maid and then back to the group. "that also sounds rather good too right?"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"I couldn't agree more... a drink and some food would be a great way to 'bond'..." Margot spoke up, the last word a little more pointed... the idea of bonding wasn't something she was used to... unless she was getting something out of it...
Amelia Lancaster
—"I suppose we could do ice cream then. Good call actually, folks might be headed to the actual buffet as a first stop." Amelia giggles a bit as she tries to imagine what the other luxury services would be... Wait, how the hell do you make a waterpark luxurious? Have the water heated at all times or somethin? Gold coated lazy rivers?
Narrator
—The maid nods with a smile. "Excellent!" She taps a button on the tablet, and a microphone clicks on. "Please prepare seating at the icecream bar for Team 4. Thank you." she chimes, before gesturing along. "Right this way!"
Sam Jukes
—"Most likely the water is treated with herbal stuff and bath salts"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"I have heard the buffet is supposed to be one of the best in the galaxy..." Margot adds casually, "I do want to try it, just to see if the rumours are true of course..."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Mmm... It has been a while since I had a cold treat." Elizabeth puts a finger on one of her chins. "At least, a few days... I wonder if they have Moose Tracks?"
Sam Jukes
—"We can try it afterwards of course, Its a luxury trip we are allowed to have treats before meals, as it should be in my opinion"
Amelia Lancaster
—"Huh... guess you're right about that. Still, I definitely would wanna go there out of curiosity more than anything." Amelia looks over to the maid with a smile, glancing to the others before beginning to follow. Ice cream bar, huh? Could be interesting, wonder what makes it the best. "I'd assume they might have a little bit of everything, right? And I'm sure they might have some in house excusives too."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Let me tell you something Sam," Margot replies with a haughty chuckle, "A lady is always allowed to have a treat before meals! We deserve it!"
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore looks between the forms of Margot and Elizabeth, feeling all of a sudden much less self-conscious in the presence of such... voluptuous company. She lets her stomach out a little as she smiles, already making a mental shortlist of all the ice cream she has to try.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"And God help anyone who thinks otherwise." Elizabeth puts her hands on her hips and nods triumphantly. "These figures don't keep themselves."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Oh... absolutely..." Margot smiles, striking a casual yet practiced pose.
Sam Jukes
—"See we are getting along so well already hehe."
Narrator
—Your party is escorted a few floors down, to the Deluxe Icecream Bar. Immediately, the colours of the room shifted from golds and wood tones to a cool, frosty marble white all around. Along the wall, a kitchen prepared custom orders, sundaes, and specific desserts like icecream cakes and pastries. Meanwhile, a long line of, by Sammy's count, 212 different flavour dispensers were lined across the wall, starting, of course, with the classics of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate... and getting a bit crazier as they went on. What did Purple Nebula even taste like? It seemed you simply grabbed a cup for the wall of your choosing. There were three sizes... a small, something suited towards rodent guests like mice. A bigger, heftier cup that seemed like a proper treat for most average-sized animals. And then... something that could only fit comfortably in the hands of elephants and rhinos. It looked like a bucket you'd find in an industrial hardware shop. A few other patrons were already enjoying the bar, making orders at the counter, or filling up cups. At another table, you all could spot a huge gator, a lizard, a notably large turkey, and a pretty massive wolf and pig. All five of them seemed to fill the entire table rather tightly, and their implants each read "Team 5".
"Please, enjoy the icecream bar, you five!" your personal escort chimed as she left you all with a bow.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot eyed the various flavours, resting her hand on her chin in a classic model pose of deep thought before turning to her companions... "Well, I want to leave room for the buffet... but there's so many flavours I feel I need to use the extra large serving... what do you think?"
Sam Jukes
—"Thank you miss, have a good day." Sam gives the escort a wave before looking over the flavours with wide eyes, going slightly unfocused at the insane selection. "Oh my, . . goodness, . . . " Not one to get struck with decision paralysis, Sam makes her way over and grabs one of the small cups and gets a bit of chocolate before looking up at the rest of the flavours. "It's a classic gotta end on it afterall."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth frowns, looking at the bar. She'd planned to challenge the waitress by asking for their "most impressive serving of icecream" and pretending to make a scene, but... choosing herself? What would be the best fix...? "Hmph... fine. I guess I'll just have to try them all. There can't be that many choices." She mutters.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore's hands ball up tight. All of it looks INCREDIBLE... But then she hears her family's admonishing words and feels her excitement fade a little. And yet... a little indulgence would be fine, she could work that off. She grabs one of the heftier cups and goes around, picking up a half-dozen of her favourites - bubblegum, strawberry, double-churn vanilla, blueberry and a couple more - before plopping down at their table with a satisfied sigh, spoon already at an attack angle as she prepares to destroy her sundae. "Alright... this makes everything a little more worth it."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot was already filling up one of the largest serving bowls with a variety of flavours when she heard Elizabeth... "I think I agree with you... there are just too many to not try them all... I'll be coming back for seconds for sure!"
Sam Jukes
—As she looks over the flavours a bit more, taking something that Goes by the name of Plasma tick, and then the bizarre looking purple Nebula with its purple swirling and glittery specks, and she is about to take the next one only for her joyous rapturous expression to fall to one of utter revulsion "Fields of white!? EUGH that is parsnips in disguise!." She skips over it, taking the much more pleasant looking carrot plain. "Much better"
Amelia Lancaster
—Once again, Amelia can't help but be impressed at what she's seeing. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd end up in a place like this. Yeah she's been to self serve ice cream places before, but 212 flavors!? She has to catch herself starting to drool a little bit at the thought. There was definitely no way in hell she was trying all of them, not unless 'waistline reduction' services were offered. But was she excited to try out what piqued her interest... or whatever ended up calling to her. "I definitely plan on enjoying, thanks!" She says to the escort before she leaves. She makes her way to the line of machines, thinking for a moment... well she said there where 212, right? Hm... the number 16 is calling to her right now? Wonder which flavor that would be. Taking the middle sized bowl, she does just that, counting up to dispenser 16 to look at the flavor listed. Quadruple Fudge Mountain, huh? Sounds good, though it could be over chocolatey. Thinking of a few more numbers, she makes a few more stops, spice it up a bit rather than just sticking to one flavor. She decides to go for Amaretto Bliss, Forest Fruit, Toothpaste, and Caramel Catastrophe as well to fill the bowl. After that she heads to the table where the rest of the group is, being the last one due to indecisiveness at the dispensers. "Hopefully I didn't miss too much of a conversation? Or are we eatin' first?"
Narrator
—Margot, Lenore, and Elizabeth finish creating their testaments to gluttony first. Lenore, you looked guiltily at your bowl of about 4 lbs of icecream, before feeling the table rattle as Margot and Elizabeth each set down a bowl that weighs as much as some of the mice in this suite. Over the course of about half an hour... indulgence commences in full force. Lenore, each bite was filled with guilt... but as the rich, sugary cream rushed down your throat, guilt gave way to yet another 'how bad could one more bite be' that played at your mind each time the spoon sent another mouthwatering taste down your tongue. After the bowl was cleaned, you barely even cared about the belt pushing uncomfortably at the pooch of your belly. You just licked your lips and sat back in delight. +6 Fullness, +5 lbs.
Amelia, you sat down with an enormous bowl that you'd managed to convince yourself not to fill to the very top. Once you'd taken your seat, you dove in. You of course grabbed one of the bigger spoons made for larger felines, so mouthfuls were easy to shovel in. As much as you weren't an icecream girl usually... fuck, it was like they put magic in these. Even the flavours that you'd mostly got as a joke, you began to polish from the bowl. While there wasn't a chance you'd keep up with the two heavier-set ladies at the table, you had quite the fill... Sammy, between mouthfuls, you glanced over to see Amelia lay back, happy with her work, her bowl empty... and you could see what looked like a rotund foodbaby pushing against the skintight fabric of her tightsuit. It looked as if she'd become pregnant with a small litter since sitting down. +8 Fullness, +14 lbs.
Margot... for once, there was no photographers. And, perhaps most importantly of all, no manager. No one to make sure you didn't... do anything you might regret. And so, you sat down in your seat, a bowl in front of you bigger than your head, and practically dove your snout in. The spoons were so pathetic in size compared to the bucket, that you pretty much delegated only to use as a shovel to help scoop more towards your awaiting lips with your head dived in. As time ticked by... the bowl grew emptier and emptier... and even though your movements began to slow, you never stopped the rhythm. Lenore, out of the corner of your eye, you could see just how tightly the strap of Margot's dress bit into the rolls of her stomach... which now main a low, dairy-filled churning as she sat back slowly. +15 Fullness, +20 lbs.
Elizabeth... you certainly set the precedent for pace. An enormous, overflowing bowl, that, at first, you began delicately placing the spoon into. But as soon as you saw the gluttonous abandon with which Margot ate, you opted for her same strategy, using spoons merely as oars to direct the flow of cream down your throat like a violent river. Heavy, sugary cream poured down your throat in visible bulges. If not for how plump your neck was, it likely would've been all the more visible. If not for the sounds of gulping, gluttony, and gurgling... perhaps a few at the table would've heard the faint, sharp sound of threads stretching around your dress... especially as you leaned back with a gasp, a belch filling the room at the success of your deed. +16 Fullness, +25 lbs.
Sam, you... might've been a bit in over your head. As soon as you dive in, putting absurd amounts of flavours in your mouth by the spoonful, the brain freeze quickly outmatches the appetite, and you clutch your poor head. You... have to slow down a bit, whimpering in agony as you enjoy the incredible taste of each bite. It was... both the best icecream of your life, and the worst torment you'd ever endured. Oh, cruel fate... +4 Fullness, +2 lbs.
Though, at the very least, in your agony, you managed to notice something... On your table, as well as Team 5's... there was a counter. It had started at 100, and was ticking up. Both of them were. You could see their team had also begun to pay attention to the number. The large turkey glanced over at it, watching it tick up as he emptied a bucket of icecream down his throat. The gator did the same as she dumped what remained of her bucket down the hatch, and quickly got up, despite a bit of a full-bellied waddle, to go fill it up again. As Margot and Elizabeth gorged, the number at your table soared, just a bit shy of Team 5's... which ended up at "174". Meanwhile, your table read "152".
Sam Jukes
—"ACK, My headddd, oh why delicious wonderful universe whyyyyy" with an audible mumble she thumps her head against the table, trying to reheat her frozen brain Small droplets of salty tears spill from her eyes a she tries her best to have at least one more bite, only to give up dejected.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot licks her lips, cleans her face with a handkerchief and discreetly rubs her belly, letting out a contented sigh, "Well those flavours were delicious... and there are still more to try..." She eyes the wall of flavours, "But... I'd still like to try the buffet... maybe we can come back here after the main course?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth leans into her seat, cradling her gut with one hand and trying poorly to clean the mess of sticky icecream both on her face and her cleavage. Though, in her recovery, the bear turns to look at the number on Team 5's table. What were they doing, getting in her way? If she doesn't top them, there's no way they would take her complaints seriously...
She shifts in her seat, debating between calling this plan a failure or going through...
Lenore Kalaharus
—The lioness's eyes flick between the counter on the table and the counter at Table 5. Is this... some sort of... eating competition? As she stared as the two counters steadily rising, she noticed their biggest compatriot seemed a little untidy. Hey, would you like a hand? You've got a little... She gestures to the sticky mess all over Elizabeth's face and chest, a napkin already in hand to help her.
Sam Jukes
—"Mnghh i could, go for something hot to reheat my mouth in a bit, mind if i just, . . take a moment to heat up." Not really thinking she grabs the person closest to her right, squeezing Lenore in a sudden hug.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore feels the wind go out of her for a moment as the sudden bunny hug squeezes around her stomach, but she recovers quickly - not the first time she's been winded on the job on a full stomach. "Oh, uhm... yeah, you... you can warm up on me, that's ok. Sorry about the brain freeze, by the way... always a killer when you're not ready for it."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Oh, please, darling, this is just a product of my work." The bear blushes, getting a second napkin to clean herself up. "Not easy... maintaining all of this." An obvious cover-up.
Lenore Kalaharus
—"Of course, entirely understandable. I don't think we've been introduced, either... I'm Lenore." Lenore doesn't extend a hand, obviously not wanting to interrupt her grooming, but still gives her a warm smile.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The rather cold Elizabeth seems to visibly soften at Lenore's comment, returning the smile. "I'm... Elizabeth. A pleasure. I'd offer a handshake, but..." She doesn't finish that statement, looking off to the side, her cheeks still reddened.
Lenore Kalaharus
—"No, no, it's alright, you take as long as you need. I'm sure we'll have plenty of chances later." She smiles and turns to rub the despondent rabbit on the head, almost smushing her into the side of her fluffy stomach a little more. "And you're not a bother at all, Saman- ... Sam, just make sure to press that tongue to the roof of your mouth, ok? It'll help warm up your palate."
Sam Jukes
—"It is so meann how could such a wonderful tasting thing hurt me soooo" She looks to be in a rather despondent attitude as she rubs her face against Lenore's stomach, her ears brushing against her chin until she finally seems to get over herself. "I think i am going to eat a little slower and just finish my little bucket, sorry for being a bother Miss Lenore."
The top of her head between her ears feels so soft it's almost like velvet, her ears drooping down for a moment with a look of utter bliss on her face, only to pause and cover her face only just managing to hide a slight blush and follow the adivice of the lioness. "U uh y yeah sounds like a good idea, thanks h hehe. feelsh lik it workin." her voice muffled by her tounge on the roof of her mouth.
Amelia Lancaster
—Eventually Amelia would glance up, seeing the numbers and letting out a curious hum. What, they're rating us on how much we're enjoying the ice cream or something? She looks over to the others, smirking a bit before whispering. "Hey, you guys thinking about trying to beat team 5's score? I mean, that's assuming you're not already trying to beat each other~" She snickers a bit, thinking about whether she should head back to grab some more or not. Amelia might be a bit... competitive. But she's sure as shit not completely ruining this form unless the others are gonna put in the same.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Huh?" Margot says, not having noticed the numbers... or not caring, "What are you talking about? I was just thinking of making the most of being here and enjoying myself to the fullest..." Margot chuckled haughtily, "So... who wants to join me at the buffet?"
Amelia Lancaster
—"Ready to jump ship already? C'mon, we just got here. The lady was nice enough to bring us here and show it off a bit, least we can do is have seconds, right?" Amelia giggles as she gets up, stretching a bit before noticing the bulging in her belly region. S-She didn't eat that much already, did she? That or this is the price of luxury. She makes her way over to the lineup again, though decides to just fill the bowl with Amaretto Bliss and Caramel Catastrophe. Not exactly booze, but it's close enough. That is assuming her party doesn't takes some advice from 5 and slam a bucket in her hand. Then she might end up going for that same mixture as before.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Oh, I'll be coming back here for dessert," Margot chuckles, "But I feel the need for something more solid before having more sweets..." She stands up and looks at the table, "Anyone want to join me?"
Narrator
—As the table of Team 5 all stood up, they began shuffling over to the wall-o-icecream. The gator began passing out the largest buckets, as if making CERTAIN that everyone pulled their weight. One by one, even the ones among them who looked rather full, begrudgingly began filling their buckets with flavour after flavour, until each of them struggled to haul their enormous payloads of cream back to their seats... and began digging in. Only the turkey and gator looked particularly thrilled about a whole new bucket full of icecream. And slowly... the number on their table began to tick up once again.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Watching the team lead, the bear's scowl deepens. The balance between her mission and the simple instinct to top the competitors was faltering, temptation starting to crawl through her veins. She could keep up if she... REALLY wanted to, but she'd need to keep up for anyone who isn't here. Ugh...! The bear pipes up before any other thoughts could fill her head. "Well- uh, don't you want to see if something happens when one of the tables reaches the highest number? What if they win something big? Maybe they give returning tickets!"
Narrator
—Elizabeth seems to chime so loudly that even the other table hears, the gator narrowing her eyes as she shoves her maw into the bucket of icecream, quickly scooping a mass mouthful down, as if she were suddenly feeling threatened, glancing around to make sure her table did the same.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot scoffs, "Was it that hard for you to get a ticket?" She smiles smugly, "I was invited and I'm sure I will be again... I don't need to win any suspected contest..." "You can stay, but I need to get some real gourmet food in me... I suppose we will see eahc other later?" Margot says before sauntering off in the direction of the buffet...
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore stares back and forth between Elizabeth and Margot, unsure of who exactly to follow... and yet the bear woman's impassioned argument strikes a light in her mind. If she could get invited back, to try out EVERYTHING... maybe even with Elizabeth... "I guess we'll have to try and win to find out, right? Do you need me to fill up your bowl for you, Elizabeth?"
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia blushes a bit, glancing over to the other table as she realizes the other table heard this proclamation and realizing what she's asking of the other members of the group. Returning to the table with her 5 lb bowl, she whispers again. "Ok, first of all, inside voices, kay? Pretty sure the other table heard your idea bout what the prize could be. Second, I'm not used to just... gorging like that. Y-yeah, I'll have a bowl of seconds, but I typically don't eat just for the sake of eating." She sits down again, looking at her bowl for a moment before letting out a sigh. She doesn't rush to eat as fast as she can... but she isn't taking it easy, only taking breaks to prevent a brain freeze or to chat if anyone does so.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Mmmm." Elizabeth's eyes and grin sharpen at Lenore’s offer, nodding. Just her place-- being pampered and fed. "Attagirl. That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll be right here for you..."
She then turns to Amelia and shifts to a warmer smile. "I understand. It'll just be good fun, sure. No need to pressure yourself, of course..." Lying, of course. She wants to win. And she will not stop until she does.
Sam Jukes
—"No need to feel pressured, it's all in good fun right? no need to hurt yourself you know." Sam pushes her mostly empty cup forward and takes a moment to stretch her arms and legs out for a moment. "Mngh, some less indulgent food sounds good to me though, well less less indulgent then this haha. hey miss snackenhoffer wait for meee" The tell tale skittering of a very fast rabbit hails the sudden disappearence of sam under the table.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia blushes a bit more as Elizabeth says this. A bit more couldn't hurt... right? After all, if some rich corpo needed her to steal something, they can pay for the weight reduction treatments. So she does just that, continues to eat the ice cream at a steady pace. "Shit, I suppose so. I'd better see you marching back up there soon then." She smirks as she gets back to the bowl's contents. Two gals playin' the manipulation game it seems.
Narrator
—Amelia, as the others decide what to do, you make a rush for the icecream wall. Though... you notice, as you try to pick out your favourites, team 5 seems to... subtly block your access to the wall. The turkey casually throws his weight in front of you and fills his bowl with what you were going for. The pig practically bumps you to the wall with her hip. A massive wolf all but shoves you out of the way, only offering a huffed little-half apology. The gator just smiles as she sits and eats, practically orchestrating the sabotage like a mastermind as they all sit back down to eat. Their number ticks up... breaking past 200. You do what you can to keep up, even if the others are gonna be useless. You finally decide to forego the spoon as much, only letting it slow you down. You tip the bowl to your lips, and open your mouth, wincing at the cold, richness of the cream. Ugh, you could practically feel the calories in it. Lenore, as you watched Sam and Margot leave, you glanced back to hear the strained gulping of Amelia, her back arched and head tipped up as the last of the bowl emptied down her throat... her churning stomach now pushing out tight against the latex of her tightsuit, the clear shape of her bloated belly curved out in her lap under her chest. It was... a bit shocking seeing a gut like that on such a femme fatale-esque bombshell of a cheetah. She was... really stomaching a lot. +6 Fullness, +12 lbs. You are now Bloated.
Despite your best efforts, the number on your table only struck 177.
Still behind.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore grabs the bear's empty dish with a nod and an automatic click of her heels, feeling so much more comfortable with an authority figure to follow. Heading back to the wall, she refills her own cup with her comfort flavours as she piles Elizabeth's high with all the flavours she knows she hasn't tried yet. When she returns to the table, the polar bear's dish makes the table audibly rattle as it lands in front of her, and the lioness sits down with her own spoon at the ready and a coy smile on her face. "Hopefully this should put us back on the board."
Narrator
—As Amelia, with an air of annoyance at doing all the work, gorges herself to an uncomfortable degree, Lenore, you practically skip to the icecream wall, a bit of fluster in your cheeks as you fill up the bowls. You barely even pay any notice to how... difficult team 5 seems to attempt to make the process for you. Especially since Elizabeth didn't seem particularly picky about what the bucket was filled with... as long as it was filled. You return to the table, unsure how Amelia is packing away that much dessert. Though, you supposed, despite how sleek cheetahs usually look, they've definitely got some notable stomach capacity, just like any big felines. You tried to follow suit, chugging down the smaller bowl you'd made for yourself. It was... slowly growing a bit more difficult to ignore. The tightness of your uniform. The sharp bite of your belt into the bottom of your stomach. Even sitting down made your skin-tight uniform pants feel ready to split a seam. You had to take slow, careful breaths not to erupt in a burping mess.+6 Fullness, +8 lbs.
Elizabeth, you... couldn't help but be disappointed in Lenore's pace. So, instead, you began to... encourage her to help out a bit more. With each bowl you emptied, you let her be on refill duty. If she wasn't eating herself, you handed her a spoon to help push it into your mouth. If she wanted to help the team win and couldn't keep up the pace herself, you'd make a use out of her yet. Grrrrrgle...
Despite not seeming to notice it herself, Lenore and Amelia, you both glanced over. As Elizabeth chugged, her head back as Lenore poured icecream down her gullet from behind where she sat, you could hear the sounds of threads stretching. Of guts churning. You both slowly watched the blubbery, weighty mass of a belly begin to grow... taut. Round. It slowly began to swell into a ballooned shape, inch by inch. At the other table, they adopted a similar strategy. The turkey and gator were now having buckets emptied down their throats, all but swelling in their seats. At long last, though... the numbers were starting to even out. 233 on their table, 221 on yours. Before you could congratulate Elizabeth on her pace, you both heard a RUMBLING belch from the bear, along with a Shrrrip! of a stretched thread giving out. Elizabeth's stomach was pushing her breasts out so far that a slight bit of a nip slip was starting to peek from her dress. +10 Fullness, +32 lbs. You are now Bloated.
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear groans, feeling the pressure now, it'd taken the soul-grabbing Shrrrip to break her from her icecream coma, only noticing that she'd swollen to such lengths that she dared show indecency! With a tomato-red face, she quickly adjusts herself, eyeing the table and anyone else who could've seen the slip of her act, wondering just how much damage she was willing to do to herself for this competition...
Still, something about this was PAINFULLY good...
Amelia Lancaster
—The feline lets out a groan as she finishes the bowl, panting a bit as she grabs her swollen stomach. She can't say she's ever pushed herself this far before willingly, so it's certainly a new experience. But is it something she'll do again? Probably not. But for the sake of competition, she can let it go this one time. Team 5's DEFINETLY got a competitive spirit as well... so sticking it to them might be pretty fun to do. Amelia decides to take a glance around the room while she recovers a little bit, looking to where Team 5 isn't going and there's some ice cream to be had. She might have one more bowl left in her before she gives up, or at the very least would need some help. Lenore seems to be having a bit of a rough time, but maybe she'll just need some rest before getting back at it? Either way, just one more the cheetah tells herself. "H-How ya feelin', Liz? You certainly seem to be e-enjoying it~"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Mmmph... fuck," She huffs, squinting at the damage to her body. "I've... never felt better...! Just look at this, I'm, practically gloOOOUURRPP..." Before finishing, the bear lets out a very noticeable belch. She freezes in place and holds her hand to her mouth, hushing herself.
"Never been... better..."
Amelia Lancaster
—Despite Amelia's own discomfort from her bloated belly, she can't help but chuckle a bit at this. She leans back a bit, letting out a whine as she tries to rest off the discomfort for a little bit longer. "Sure s-sounds like it~ How about y-you... Lenore was it? How are y-you feeling?"
Lenore Kalaharus
—Transfixed by this utterly unstoppable display of gluttony, Lenore can't help but step forward and rest a "comforting" hand on the apex of Elizabeth's groaning stomach, palm moving in small circles as she tries to maintain eye contact with her new compatriot. "You're... quite something, Miss Elizabeth... Are you looking to have another refill?" Lenore's own stomach is now pushing out between the twin restraints of her belt and her jacket, a heavy roll of paunch that gets ominously close to contact with Elizabeth's own.
Finally, she snaps out of it at Amelia’s question. “Hm? Oh, I could go for another! Might need to loosen up to make some room though..." Lenore's eyes wander down to assess the state of the damage, and was surprised as to how hungry she still was. Maybe... if she gets this belt out of the way, maybe another one wouldn't be so bad!
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Through her little burps to maintain herself, Elizabeth practically moans in relief at the care she's been offered by the lion, pausing greatly before making a real answer. "If... nobody's stopped us yet... we aren't done. I'm not done."
Amelia Lancaster
—"Heh, good~ Didn't want us two being the only ones indulging in the 'spirit of competition'~ Though I won't lie... I think I'm s-starting to reach my limit. Tryin to l-look for where our friends in group 5 aren't going, they certainly seem to wanna win over us, so I'll just go where they aren't~"
Narrator
—This time, Amelia, as you head over to the icecream wall, the lizard of team 5 gives you a small hiss, and a narrowed glance. "Sorry, icecream's out of order. As in... we ordered the rest of it. They restock in an hour." he says, filling a bucket with as many as he can get to fit. As the gator glances over and sees the... STATE of the polar bear in her chair, she waddles up and lumbers over to the wall, pushing you and the lizard both out of the way. "Yeah, sorry. We've got dibs." she huffed, before, unceremoniously, she practically unhinged her jaw to get her mouth to fit around five of the different flavours' faucets, and gestures for the lizard to turn them each on. Amelia, you watch as Nellie's throat visibly bulges... and you glance over to watch the number on their table start rapidly ticking up.
Lenore Kalaharus
—As Lenore stares on at the rampant abuse of the ice cream machines by Team 5, and galvanised by Elizabeth's enthusiasm, she extends a hand towards her. "If I can get you to those machines, you can keep up with them, can't you?" The lion's eyes shine with iron-willed intent, making it clear that if that bear needs her, she will be there until the cows come home... figuratively or otherwise.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia looks over at the group a bit annoyed, quickly looking around for a way to fuck with them somehow... of course without getting in trouble if she can get away with it. At the same time she looks for any other ways to get some food for their table besides these dispensers. Hm... she wonders how fast the maids could get some of the menu items over to their table if she remembers right. For now she heads back to the table to give the 'news'. "Well... seems like the machines are 'out of order' at the moment. I mean, unless you wanna force our way over to another one of the dispensers, we might need to ask one of the maids if they can help us out with our... caloric needs? Assuming menu items even count for this competition."
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The bear's eyes light up at Lenore's offer, a devilish grin forming on her chubbening face... Maybe they were gonna win this competition after all. "I'm starting to like you, little Lion... let's go. This gut might be trouble, though..."
Lenore Kalaharus
—As if reading her new partner's mind, one of Lenore's unexpectedly strong arms wraps under the bear's shoulders as the other lifts her heavy gut from beneath, the officer's hard-earned muscles put to good use as she lifts Elizabeth from her seat (with some effort) and escorts her towards the machines. Every step leaves Lenore more and more red in the face, each tantalising shake of the massive beach-ball gut in her grip sending shivers of excitement down her spine.
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—Elizabeth practically groaned, dead weight in both of your guys' paws as you painstakingly carried her over. The turkey sat at the table glared as you all walked her towards the wall, knowing exactly what you had planned. He tipped over his bowl, and, with a bit of trouble getting out of his seat, urged the others from the table to head over to the wall. Just like Nellie, the turkey opened his beak as wide as he could, and gestured for someone who was too full to eat to turn on the icecream flow. Amelia, Lenore, you both WEDGE Elizabeth between team 5, getting her open maw towards the faucets.
You two deliver the bloated polar bear to her destination, get her maw around the taps, and flick them on. Immediately, gluttonous gulps rung out as cream flowed down her throat. Elizabeth's eyes practically rolled with how much began to flow down into her packed stomach, the creamy, rich flow of calories feeling like a dense batter as she swallowed. However, even with how much came, she could only open her maw so far. Nellie's gator mouth was locked around five faucets, compared to Elizabeth's two, and the rate was a much faster fill. The number on their table, between Danny and Nelly's efforts of chugging, skyrocketed up to 320. Meanwhile, your table had a slow tick up to 258. It was slowly becoming a losing race. In more ways than one, as you could hear Elizabeth give a muffled groan. Streeeeetch...GURRRGGGLE.... The sounds of tightening threads and packed insides began to cry out in protest as she gulped and gulped... +10 Fullness, +25 lbs
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia watches, smirking a bit as Liz gets to drinking straight from the faucet. But... she realizes she needs to do her part as well. She looks around for a nearby bowl, cussing as she remembers that she left hers by the table to help get Elizabeth over here. Even a bucket would suffice honestly, but there's no WAY she'd be able to eat a full one.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore grits her teeth as she watches the rising total, seeing Team Five shooting past them, seeing Amelia stuck in decision paralysis. She glances down the wall to where the bubblegum ice cream tap sits, completely unguarded and ignored... Glancing down at the overstuffed bear, and with one last encouraging rub of Elizabeth's swollen gut, she marches towards the undefended tap. Her belt coming loose and her flies rolling down as far as they'll open, Lenore spreads her legs wide, leans forward to brace one arm against the wall, locks her mouth around the faucet... and lets the ice cream flow.
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia turns back around, blushing IMMENSELY as she sees Lenore doing the same thing. Ah shit... she hates being considered the one lacking on a team... With some hesitation, she finds herself to a Blue Moon tap, letting out another whine as she gets herself comfortable. She wraps her maw against the tap, gulping a bit before turning it on. She REALLY hopes she packed some larger clothes than what she has on right now... that or pray there's a free tailoring service here.
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—Lenore, with a bit of desperation, you just pray you'll be able to help Elizabeth keep in the competition. With her back up against the wall, her legs buckling beneath her, and a whimper in her throat, it sounds like she's filling fast.... You reach out, kneading your paws against her taut stomach. With a cry, a belch bubbles up from her, gurgling with the cream in her throat. A splash of icecream bubbles up from her lips and spatters down her fat neck and down her breasts. "BRUUUUUORRRRRRRRP!" While not the most dignified sight, you could see how much space and relief you gave to the tautness of her stomach, and she gluttonously closes her eyes to keep chugging it down. -15 Fullness. Lenore and Amelia, you both take your positions along the wall... a nervous glance shared between you two, before you each affix your lips to a faucet of your choosing, and start chugging it down. Lenore, you desperately fumble with your belt, popping it loose, and scrambling to grab a hold of your zipper, moaning between mouthfuls as you pull it as far down as you can get it... your stomach slowly spilling out to fill the space. If you thought Amelia looked pregnant with a litter, you realized you weren't far behind. Past your breasts, you could see your belly button getting deeper and pushing out further and further from you with each swallow, a bit of worry creasing your lip as your cheeks filled. Streeeettch....gurrrrrggllee....
You gave a muffled groan as you reached down to try and soothe your aching stomach as it swelled.... this cream was so dense and rich and heavy... you felt so tightly-packed. Your eyes went wide and you whimpered at how far your paw pressed into your belly when you felt it. +10 Fullness, +28 lbs. You are now Bloated.
Amelia... you hated this, frankly. If it weren't for how insufferable the other team was, you never would've agreed to this. Sure, it was great for Lenore. She could undo her belt and get comfy.... but you? You just had to put your ass to the wall and tip your head back and feel this stupid jumpsuit get tighter and tighter. Maintaining this figure wasn't exactly easy. And here these idiots were, pressuring you into joining them in turning into fucking balloons. You felt so full. So heavy. But you weren't about to be the weak link. Even as you felt your zipper slowly trail down your cleavage, the fabric stretching taut and pulling it down inch by inch... a bit more of your chest slowly spilling out to meet your swelling curve of a belly below... Creeeeeeaaaaak... Your legs were getting tired. There's no way you were getting this heavy... right? +15 Fullness, +22 lbs. You are now Overbloated.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore lets the faucet snap shut as a heavy belch escapes her lips, breaths coming out in whimpers and moans as her swollen gut hangs gravidly beneath her. Staring down the line, she looks at her compatriots, both pushing to their absolute limits, looking nearly ready to burst their clothes at the seams. She watches them for a reaction, a sentence, ANYTHING - should they keep going, or is this a stretch too far?
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia feels herself at her limit- no, PAST her limit as she feels the zipper of her suit trailing further down. It wasn't that she was embarassed of being indecent in public. Yeah, here it's a bit out of place, but reading the room it certainly isn't the worst. No, it was more that she was uncomfortable. Yeah, the suit was tailored to be a bit stretchier incase she ever got filled up from one thing or another. But her body itself was resisting this... this pure GLUTTONY. And as much as she'd like to keep up this competative spirit, she can't take much more of it. Amelia pulls her maw off the faucet and turns it off, a cough escaping her as she has to lean back and sit down if she can. She gently rubs her stomach, feeling how absolutely packed full it feels as her eyes wander to the scores of both teams. Gods if that didn't push them ahead, what was the point of trying anymore?
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The only thing unfortunate about the support from her friends was that Elizabeth's mouth was simply too full to give a proper thanks, only able to let out an embarrassing belch in response. With the space in her gut, she's able to briefly make a conscious decision... Her team was helping her. She had to. She owed it to them, now. With what strength she has, she does her best to ignore the returning pain of her gut stretching as she ravenously consumes what's being poured into her mouth. She didn't care about the stupid plan right now. All that mattered was winning. And she was gonna fuckin' win.
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—Lenore, you and Amelia practically slide down the wall, pregnant-looking bellies spreading your legs as you both sat there in weighty, gasping, cream-filled misery. But you noticed you weren't the only ones. Everyone on team 5 was tapped out, except for two. The other three just watched the turkey and gator in awe as they gulped down more. The score was closer than you'd have guessed.
Team 5 was at 348.
Team 4? 340.
Close to a catch up.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore's stomach churned and groaned under the mass of ice cream within it, and every few seconds a belch and a groan escaped as she tried to massage the bloated discomfort from her conquest away. She felt like she was overburdened with cubs, a massive orb of lard that bulged out from her hips and left her shirt clinging desperately to her chest as it fought to maintain her modesty. But seeing Elizabeth forging ahead - mouth open, stomach swelling, eyes shut in fierce determination - told her exactly what she had to do. As long as she had space, she had to fill it. For her... Reaching up from her sitting position, too swollen to stand, Lenore opens the faucet once again and prepares to fight on.
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—Lenore... you slowly reach for your belt, and swing it up to yank the faucet back on. Sitting down, it was a bit messier to try and catch the icecream in your open maw... but you tried all the same. A mess of cream began to stain your fur. Your maw was a sticky mess, and your uniform was being covered in a flood of icecream. 'Taking the job seriously', huh... You were thankful your parents couldn't see the state of you right now. As more and more came, you felt heavier and heavier. You groaned as you slid down the wall, until you were practically splayed out on your back, your maw desperately, weakly held open beneath the flow of cream as you clutched the belt for dear life to keep the faucet going. Your stomach swelled above you inch by inch. As it ballooned, it literally looked like a beachball was being inflated on top of you. Your uniform top rolled up little by little... your breasts sat heavy atop the taut orb of cream. You curled your toes, whimpering and flicking your tail for mercy as you felt your stomach stretch and stretch, the fur around your belly button literally going red until... POP! Your eyes went wide as you felt the pressure literally pop your belly button out. You couldn't even see past yourself, but you could feel your deep navel now poking out as a tight outie. RRIIIIIPP! You gasped. Even with your pants unzipped as much as you could budge, the zipper finally BURST off all together, the strained fabric splitting open as your underbelly and fupa poured out. +12 Fullness, 24 lbs... You are now Overbloated.
Elizabeth... you felt as though the weight of the world were on your shoulders. You didn't care what the point of the contest was. You didn't care why anyone else cared so much. All you cared about... was winning it. Lenore and Amelia had done what they could, but it was time to show these cats the real star of the show. You spun yourself around to face the wall, slamming your paws against it. The entire wall literally rattled and shook from your weight and force. In gasping, heavy movements, you threw yourself along the wall towards the service counter. Without a word to the maids, you just grabbed a few of the bendy hoses. Likely what they used to refill and restock the machines, but that wasn't why you needed them. Quite the opposite. You stuffed the hoses to each of the taps until you had about six of them on. Then, you took your cane, and WEDGED it under the faucets to push each of the levers. You watched as each of the six hoses began to fill... and stuffed them each into your maw. Your cheeks puffed. Your throat filled. You gave a groan of discomfort, before your eyes rolled in the bliss of such creamy, rich flavours... You were swelling.... you could feel it. Your stomach was bloating and swelling, inch by inch. It was filling so fast that you could FEEL every mouthful bloating your insides. Stretching your stomach. Your legs shook. You felt so heavy. Your dress creaked. How long will you gulp at the hose for? Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? The more you go, the more likely you are to win... but the riskier it gets...
Amelia Lancaster
—As the cheetah would be turning to speak with Lenore, trying to gauge if she's tapping out too or not notices this absolutely GLUTTONOUS action by Liz, jumping a bit in surprise at it. Before, if you looked hard enough, you'd see someone's stomach pulse with each gulp, a small addition to an already bloated frame. But with this? You could genuinely physically see the bear's stomach push out more and more with each gulp. "W-Woah, Liz! Y-You sure you should be doing that!?" Amelia tries to get up now, wanting to check on her teammate to make sure she's actually got some sense in her.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore lies in a bloated, sticky pile underneath the faucet, every other breath a heavy belch or little burp as she grips her stomach with both hands. Even the littlest shake sends her reeling, caught between incredible discomfort and maddening lust as she proves to herself just how full she really is. "F-fuck... I'm so bloOOOOUUURRRRP... ngh... bloody full... HUOOORRRP... Glancing away from her massive gut, she sees the sight of a lifetime - a polar bear, swollen beyond belief, half a dozen hoses jammed into her open mouth, gorging on ice cream at a rate of what could be gallons. Slowly, painfully, lying on one side to drag herself and her groaning belly along the ground, she pulls herself to Elizabeth's side. Gasping for breath and feeling the world spinning at the edges, she reaches out a trembling hand to press against the colossal side of the white-furred glutton, offering what meager support she could even as her other hand assuages her own overfilled stomach. "Dammit Elizabeth, you can- URP... you can do this... show those fat fUUUORP... fat fucks what you're made of...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth doesn't respond to either, lost and fantasizing her tremendous victory as she gulps one more gallon of icecream after another. She was gonna eat this place out of a fucking business, and she was gonna make sure of it. Thankfully, her gut was swollen enough that she could begin to rest on it as she would continue her assault on the icecream vats, her gut reddening and swelling outwards still... Grrrrrrnn... Pop, pop, shriiIIP! And the last of her decency is destroyed. As her body swelled, even the custom-made elastic suit wasn't enough to cover her now-overwhelming bosom, which was now free. And yet, despite the noises, the churning, the discomfort... It won't stop until she hears, "You won."
Amelia Lancaster
—Noticing Elizabeth's uncompromising state, the cheetah watches what Lenore's doing. Lord, this is going to be embarrassing... but what choice does she have at this point? She doesn't wanna find out if her teammate bursting will disqualify them or not. She makes it to the other side of the polar bear, blushing a ton as she places her hands down and begins to knead and rub her gut. If this actually helps, one or both of them had better help her out once they've won. "J-Just hang in there, o-ok Liz?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The beast is unresponsive... Only ravenous.
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—Amelia, Lenore, you both... behold quite the sight. Between you two, Elizabeth begins to slowly swell outwards. You two both go wide-eyed as you both have to shuffle across the floor, slowly giving her space, as her hips widen.... her stance gets wider... her belly swells outward below her. The more she leans down, the more her stomach swells like a giant, growing water balloon. Bears have an absurd stomach capacity. Everyone knew that. But NEITHER of you had ever seen... anything like this. "Mnnfh!" POP! RRRRRIIIPPP! "Hmmngh!" SPLIIIIIIIT! Grrrrgglge.... "Mnnfh! Nnfh!" Neither of you could tell if she was begging for you to turn off the taps or not. Especially as you watched, one by one, splits began to form across the back of her dress. The zipper suddenly popped open, opening all the way down her back as she arched her back in discomfort. SHHHHRRRRRRRRIP! All it took was one desperate sway of her body, and Elizabeth's ass burst out of her dress, the fabric across her rear bursting open. She moved to stand up... only to feel as her paws helplessly dangled around her stomach. Your belly now touched the floor, and your hands and feet couldn't even reach.
You kicked your legs out in desperation, your thigh-high boots splitting open at the seams. With a muffled cry, you desperately tried to reach out and grab the wall to get some purchase to be able to move. The top of your dress suddenly BURST. Your breasts spilled out, and with every desperate movement you made to hold them in, the rest of your dress burst apart, a tsunami of white fur flowing out in all directions, practically glowing red around your waterbed of cream you called a gut beneath you. Finally, the machines whirred as they fell empty. The turkey and gator had literally had to move aside from the growing polar bear, splayed out across the floor. The number on their table had stopped moving. "524". Yours had finally stopped moving too. "590". You both quickly undid the hoses from the machines and pulled them out of Elizabeth's mouth. A hazy, half-conscious groan was the only gratitude you got, followed by a spattering of cream from- BRUUUUUUUUUORRRRRRRRRRP! Elizabeth, you have pushed past your limits. You gained 410 lbs. You are now 967 lbs in total.
Lenore, and Amelia, you both gain 1 Luck. Elizabeth, you've gained 2 Luck.
Amelia, you have earned 5 Instinct Points. Lenore, you have earned 5 Instinct Points. Elizabeth, you have earned 10 Instinct Points.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore, staggering on unsteady feet with a dripping hose still in her hands, kneels in front of the utterly beached Elizabeth with a shine in her eyes bordering on religious reverence. Pressing her hands against the utterly gargantuan mass of bloated polar bear belly, she couldn't help but massage it as she stared into her compatriot's glassy eyes. With her free hand, she cradles one of the rolls of fat that used to be Elizabeth's chin, and whispers: "You... urp... You did it... We won... You won."
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia eventually realizes that the moans coming from the gal are of desperation, not pleasure. She quickly attempts to try pulling the hoses out at this point, but both her own as well as Liz's belly would be in the way. She can only watch in horror as the bear's belly continues to grow and grow, the only thing she can do at this point is rub to hopefully relieve her a bit. Once the hoses run dry and she is able to get them out at last, the cheetah quickly tries to get to Elizabeth's face, trying to get her attention. "H-Holy shit, are you ok?! Fuck, I-I didn't realize I couldn't reach the hoses, I'm sorry about that... b-but you won it for us! There's that I s-suppose!" Lord Elizabeth is heavy now, she doesn't even need to try lifting her to figure that one out. Is she even able to stand?! A worrying thought enters Amelia's mind at this moment... fuck, they have 9 more days here after this! Will they all end up like this is they keep up that 'competitive spirit'? Paul was right... this might not have been the best idea after all...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—Elizabeth groggily looks into Amelia's eyes, groaning and cross-eyed... there wasn't much going on right now, behind those eyes. Only the contentness of victory... and the aching pain of her gut. She tries to speak, but the only thing that leaves her jaw is a defeaning, room-filling belch. AmelioOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRPPPP!!!
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia would get taken out of her self reflection when Elizabeth- tries to speak up, causing her to turn to the near blob of a bear. How the hell did she even get this big without something going wrong?! Well... regardless, they should probably... well, try to get back to their room. Think the maids offer... lifting services? Surely they realized what went on in her and are already preparing it. "L-Let's uh... get you back to the room. We DEFINETLY won that, but you need to lay down and take it REALLY easy..."
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore nods, slightly giddy from victory and the utterly euphoric sensation beneath her overstuffed gut. She beckons to the staff with one hand as the other continues to rub small circles atop Elizabeth's titanic stomach. "Yeah... I think we all nee-HUOORRP... guh, need to sleep this off... As she stares at her new friends, all of them stuffed beyond their wildest dreams, the embarrassment of this morning seems so far away. Would it come back to haunt her? Perhaps. But right now, she's happier than she's ever been... and she wants to chase that feeling as far as it would go.
Amelia Lancaster
—"Oh fuck, I just realized..." Amelia says, another wave of dread hitting her that's clearly visible. "That's… not why the beds are so big, right?" She's sure many folks here are MORE than willing to indulge given their higher up and laid back positions, but folks like her and Lenore need to be in shape again to do their jobs. "Honestly... I-I say we take it easy tomorrow, yeah? Spa, massages, the theater. Hell, I'd go gambling if it means not having to stuff m-my face like today. Now c-c'mon, let's head back, don't mind if we use each other to s-stay upright, yeah?" Once the maids bring over some... cart assistance for their swollen friend, Amelia leans on Lenore a bit and puts an arm around her shoulder.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore suppresses a quiet gasp as the swollen cheetah leans into her side, the feeling of their two overstuffed bellies pressed against each other only inflaming her pink cheeks all the more. Wrapping an arm about Amelia's shoulders, her brain finally starts to process her... friend's?... words. "They were some huge beds, weren't they... Well, at least we've got somewhere comfy to sleep all this off. And I agree with maybe taking it easy tomorrow - play some rounds of cards and work all this off in the gym..." She laughs awkwardly as she pats the side of her stomach, accidentally swaying it towards Amelia's. Her laugh makes the cheetah think she's not so sure she believes what she's saying...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—The result of Elizabeth's work-- Elizabeth herself-- was getting farther behind as the other two had begun their waddling home, still being studied for the best process to get her fat gut to Team 4's quarters... For how overcome she'd become by her ice-cream coma, there were still thoughts racing through her head... She'd won, but at what cost? Will there be weight loss services at the end of this? Is she going to be... stuck like this? ...And why does that thought sound good? As a group of maids finally find the right way to scoop up her 967-pound frame, Elizabeth fades back into hibernation, still digesting the sweet, cold lard in her belly as she's wheeled back to her room...
Whatever. She won anyway. That's all that mattered. That's all she wanted.
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—Sammy and Margot, you two left the icecream bar behind, asking around a few of the maids to be so kind as to lead you towards the buffet section. Or, to be specific, as they called it, the buffet WING. The buffet wing was a MARVEL. All the way up the suite, each floor seemed more decadent than the last, with screens advertising that some of the greatest chefs across the Starlane had been shuttled in for the suite's grand opening. However, what was curious, was that, despite there being about six floors, only the first was catering guests. The second seemed to be exclusive to "Gold Members". The next floor... "Gold Plus Members". And the next... "Gold Plus Premium Members". It was all random corporate nonsense, likely. But it was weird to have the upper levels on clear display when they weren't even operating. Even still, just on the first floor, there was a MYRIAD of different cuisines. Pastas, stews, seafood, salads, bakeries... anything you could have a craving for seemed already laid out to serve. And then, Margot, you spotted it. At the center of the supermall-like hustle and bustle of the foodcourt, a diner that looked a bit out of place amongst the gourmet selections. "Greasy's". An oldworld-style diner that, while delicious, was much more of a greasy, guilty-pleasure type establishment than the fine dining you'd expect at a lavish suite. Atop a stage, a screen-banner flashed an advertisement. "Greasy's Gulletfiller, now at the Wag-Shin Suite Buffet! First place receives Gold Member buffet status for their whole team!" It seemed as though the competition begins in an hour. A few teams already began to fill the seats in anticipation, chattering amongst themselves.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot's eyes twinkled... while she enjoyed 'fine' dining befitting her celebrity status, she had fond memories of these types of places... and no one would be around to judge her. "Well, I think I'd like to start there, what do you think Sam?" She asks her companion.
Sam Jukes
—Sam Gazes at the various options, skittering herself away, seeing the bun flitter off it is downright disrespectful that someone as bottom heavy and wide hipped to have such agile movement as she grabs a plate that is perfect for her size. "So much stuff, it all looks so goood! and no Freezer burn for my mouth hehe." pauses in her flitting about with a plate covered in lettuce roast carrots and several green beans before looking over "Oh uhmmmm, . . . sure! I still have some space on my plate."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot approaches the staff of the place, "So, what's the deal with this contest?"
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—Despite how... well-dignified most of the suite staff looked, the diner was run by about exactly what you'd expect for such a... colourful establishment. A black-makeup, uncaring, minimum-wage-paid raccoon looked up at you, unamused, from behind the counter. "The contest? Just a classic eating contest from the rest of our chain, but we brought it here to the Wag-Shin Suite at..." she read the name from her paw. "Madame Moo-Dao's request. Scales are on each of the seats. Whoever can eat the most, by weight, of anyone will have their entire team's membership upgraded to 'Gold Status'. Small animals are, of course, urged to use caution when attempting to keep up with the larger animals. Oh yeah, and your whole team can compete if you wanna up your odds. No entry fee for suite guests, obviously." she mutters how, seeming to go over everything in her head to see if she forgot anything.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Is this the only time the contest is being held?" Margot asks, ignoring the staffs rude demenour.
Sam Jukes
—"Hmmm, I dont know, I already freezer burned myself, and if it is eating by weight I uh stand no chance." She takes a bite out of her roast carrot, quickly hopping to the side to grab a pastry. "BUT Margot you got this! you are amazing! You can win this easy!"
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—The raccoon rolls her eyes as she lifts her head off the counter, having to actually do her job and answer questions. "Once per day, at the start of the lunch rush. It'll be held once per day." she says, flashing a little fake service smile.
Sam Jukes
—Sam is really trying her best to hype Margot up, giving her stomach a pat with a giggle.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot blushes slightly at Sam's encouragement... "Well... obviously, but against a full team..." She looks around at the other competitors, "I suppose there is no harm in trying to win on my own... I am the Margot Snackenhoffer after all..." She chuckles haughtily, thinking to herself that they can always come back as a group tomorrow if she doesn't win... Margot turns to the staff and says, "Alright, me and Sam will enter!"
Sam Jukes
—Sam really puts her work into massaging margots stomach, a powerful knead and squeeze-
"Wait, me too? I just said-... alright then…"
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—Sam, even just from the featherlight touch, you watch as Margot's eyes bulge... her cheeks puff... the belt around her dress going taut as her stomach swells for a moment, before- "BRUUUUUUUUORRRRRRRP!" The raccoon's ears lie flat and her face is bright red after the face full of hot-air-blast she just received. "S-So... both of you would like to enter?" she says in a breathless gasp. -10 Fullness
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Might as well, better odds! Who knows, maybe Sam will eat more than me!" Margot says with a smug smile, "Besides, Sam here can help me when she gets too full, unless there is a rule against it?"
Sam Jukes
—"Don't expect me to be too amazing, I am not as good as you miss hehe."
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—The raccoon's face of shock and horror falls back to one of indifference. "No rule against it. Don't care." she huffs, printing you each a receipt with your seat number on it. Both of you would be seated side-by-side... and you had half an hour to get ready.
Sam Jukes
—"Hmmmm, can I get a coffee, the uhhhhh super sugar delux ultra espresso with whipped cream if you sell it at this location." She asked, running up to the counter hopping up and down excitedly.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Oh, coffee sounds amazing! Great idea Sam!" Margot says, "Get me a triple shot Cap, full cream with 8 sugars..." She says this to Sam with all the practiced skill of speaking to an assitant.
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—Sam comes back to the table with an over-the-top coffee sat in front of her, bouncing even MORE energetically as she sits this time. If you weren't already at maximum Energy, you'd be at maximum Energy now.
Sam Jukes
—It's almost like a transformation as she takes the tablet intended for the venues and starts messing with it, eyes no longer looking even REMOTELY tired. "Ok I think I can catch up on a thousand or two emails, just need to hack this pad so I can access my email."
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—You both casually have a line of about 9 empty coffee cups along the table before the competition has even started. A few animals around the table give glances your way. Especially towards Sam shivering even more than usual... and even Margot having a bit of an energetic shake to her. Across the table, there was a full team. Team 7, by the looks of it. A massive shark woman, a small rabbit gentleman, a plump tabby cat, a full-figured pig woman, though, clearly not near Margot's stature, and a massive wolf woman who licked her teeth... though whether she glanced at the food or the patrons, it was unsure.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—The sight of a full team worried Margot a little... but she showed no outward sign, she knew from being a star confidence was key...
Sam Jukes
—Sam may look jittery and unfocused at a glance, but her eyes glow with a slightly insane intensity. "OOOOO Margot! LOOK LOOK others are HERE for competition! hehehe, you GOT this."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"We have got this! Don't sell yourself short!" She replies with a haughty chuckle before heckling the opposing team, "Do you know who you are up against? You think you stand a chance against the one and only Margot Snackenhoffer?"
Sam Jukes
—"YEAH Can't beat THESE TWO, WOOO!" Maybe a bit too into the hypetrain she has created, Sammy is practically bouncing in her seat. "LOOK at her she is so POWERFUL"
Narrator
—The other team seemed more... weirded out by the intense energy than outright intimidated. However, the wolf and shark both glanced around the table, licking their teeth at the way the rabbit bounced in her seat. The ample lower-half of the hare practically jiggled against her tight skirt, and the two shared a hungry glance between eachother, smirking. Before another word could be exchanged, a suite staff walked across the table. It was a small cow, wearing a golden bikini that left very little to the imagination. She shot a few kisses to the passing guests, who... decided to stay a while to watch the competition. "Please, please~! Come one, come all! Greasy's Gulletfiller is about to begin! Everyone, find your seats! Each of you are sat on a Wag-Shin cattle scale! It's right inside the cushion of your seats, so you shouldn't even feel it~! Over the next two hours, you're gonna dine your hearts out! Everything from Greasy's menu will be brought in excess, and you can reach for ANYTHING you want on the table! Whatever you're hungry for! When the time's up, whoever's scale has gone up the most will be our winner, and INSTANTLY have their team's package upgraded! Everyone understand?" The table gave a rousing agreement across the seats, and you two got to share one last glance between eachother before the whistle blew. "Then on your marks... get set... EAT!"
At once, maids lined the table. A mountain of hotdogs. An entire cauldron of cheesy nachos. A pyramid of cheeseburgers. A massive vat of chili. A cart full of fries. Apple pies lined along eachother. Fried apple fritters. Tacos. Burritos. Pizza. Every gready, horrificly unhealthy indulgence on Greasy's menu was laid out as if a banquet for royalty here. Some of the more... refined guests looked at it with turned noses and horror. But some of the more indulgent along the table... dove in.
Sam Jukes
—Sam looks over the spread, and grabs a burger, taking a big indulgent bite, eating relitively slowly to not hurt her stomach, keeping an eye on Margot to make sure to react to her when she starts filling herself up.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—In the public eye Margot tires to act like she only eats fine food, but growing up this is the sort of food she lived on, back on the child beauty pageant circuits she participated in... she reaches forward eagerly, grabbing whatever was closest and gobbling it down with glee, enjoying the freedom of being able to eat unrestrained without having all the cameras on her...
First... hotdogs... second... a burger...
Sam Jukes
—Sam does not remotely have a plan, instead just choosing what looks like it would taste the best. "MMM this stuff is great!"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—"Sure is..." Margot says between mouthfuls, also not having a plan and just eating whatever she can get her hands on...
Narrator
—Margot, you were eating as daintily as one could with such greasy food. And, finally, for the first time, you took a look around. Despite filling a hefty plate, these animals around you were DIVING into the buffet. Especially the wolf across from you, who was making sure to snag entire trays from the other animals who reached for anything. She was SHOVELING food into her open maw, and you sat up in your chair, a ladylike huff from your snout, and you snapped your arm-gloves into place. You leaned down, and with a gluttonous abandon, you started to shovel two separate hills towards your maw. With your right hand, you brought the cheesy, sauce-drenched burgers towards your awaiting maw, and with your left, hotdogs were shoved down your throat with reckless intent. You didn't even care that your breasts practically knocked over sauce cups and melted butter dips as you leaned forward.
You. Were here. To win. +10 Fullness. +28 lbs.
Eventually... you began to stir so much trouble, you watched as the wolf caught your eye. Aurelia. With a huff, she got up out of her seat, and climbed onto the table, shoving the food from trays into her mouth without even having to lift them from the platters. She even growled for the shark to help push some down her throat.
Sam, perhaps it was the coffee clouding your senses, but... you didn't seem to realize just how much you were loading your plate with. As Margot took more than her fair share of the burgers, you even slid the entire stacked tray towards your side of the table, rubbing your paws together as you dug in. Ten... twelve... fifteen... You were eating double and triple-stacked burgers like an animal three times your size. The feeling of Fullness didn't even seem to set in. You just whimpered in delight in your seat, leaning back... even as your skirt began to stretch and creak, the pooch of your belly spilling out more and more as your button-up shirt slowly began to ride up, your hips pouring out inch by inch as your stomach began to slowly bloat.... +9 Fullness, +26 lbs. You are now Bloated.
Sam Jukes
—"Mhggnn ghoood sho GUD mnh." still eating at her increased pace she pays little mind how much she is filling out nor how tight her skirt feels, revelling in how good the food is to taste as she goes for another huge burgur even with her stomach starting to protest. "MNHgh how you mn holding up Margot?!" There is still that slightly crazed intensity in her eyes, though it is lowering a bit as the coffee metabolises with the rest of her meal slowly.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—The time for decorum was over... this was a clear challenge to her superiority and Margot was NOT going to take it sitting down... Unlike the wolf, who clambered onto the table in an undignified manner, Margot slid herself onto the table like she was posing for a photoshoot... if that photoshoot also featured massive piles of food being stuffed into the mouths of unrestrained gluttons... in fact while performing the action she continued to stuff her face with renewed vigour... "Lesh... talking... more... eating..." Margot responded between mouthfuls from her position on the table...
Narrator
—Sammy, it certainly wasn't easy keeping up with a table full of rowdy, massive animals. But you certainly did your very best. You sipped away at milkshakes, chugged soda, stuffed fries down your throat, and ate more cheeseburgers than you'd ever had in your life. It felt... amazing. Like a party. To finally cut loose and not think about work. Just about what greasy grub you could stuff between your lips. However, as more and more food came... the intense high of all that coffee began to wear off... and as you ate probably your thirtieth double-stacked cheeseburger, leaned over the table to not spill grease on your skirt, you heard a SHHHRRRRRIP! from behind you... a bit of a breeze in the back of your skirt. +10 Fullness, +19 lbs... you are now Overbloated.
You gave everyone at that table a run for their money. Within the first hour, you and Sammy had managed to leave some of the competitors so far behind that they tapped out, plain and simple. But you didn't let that halt your pace for even a second, even as Sam slowed down. In fact... the only one keeping in tow, was that fat wolf on the table. You just glared at her, watching her shovel twice as much into that unfairly-sized maw as you ever could. But then... something clicked for you. They specified that you just had to get heavier on that scale... they didn't specify how.... With a smirk, and, albeit, a bit of effort... you leaned down to the side of the table... and reached under your dress. Slowly, you slid your underwear down your legs inch by inch, the panties tight around your ankles as you glanced around, seeing just how many distracted glances you'd won your way just by that little movement alone. Then... with an open hand, you continued to shovel burgers, burritos, tacos, everything down your throat, gasping and belching between each absurd mouthful. And, with your other hand, you slyly moved a tray of hotdogs towards the side of the table, taking a few of the fat sausages at a time, and slowly slipping them between your thighs. You bit your lip, trying to cover the whimper as your eyes rolled. You gasped, and shook your head. Alright, another. You started one at a time... then two... then four. Before long, entire handfuls of sausages were disappearing inside you while you stuffed yourself silly from the other end.
You could barely breathe. You'd eaten so much fastfood that it felt as though you were sweating grease. Your skin was glistening, and it looked as though you had an unnatural tan, as if you'd been steamed like a pig from the inside out from so much hot, fatty food. +15 Fullness. +70 lbs. You are now Overbloated.
Sammy, you noticed Aurelia slowing down. She was still DEFINITELY Margot's biggest competitor, but even SHE was getting full. Your eyes lit up, ready to give Margot the good news, until- Chuuurrrrrrrrrn... The bubbling on the table made your eyes go wide. You watched as Margot laid there, in a sea of gluttony, grease, and empty dishes, desperately reaching out for more. She looked beached on the table. The only sounds that escaped her were incoherent groaning and belching. The ladylike demeanour had given way to the NEED to win. And... her dress made her truly look like a wrapped ham. It looked ready to blow off of her like a ticking time bomb, the strap literally shaking with strain. As if it weren't bad enough that her cheeks were stuffed and her throat was literally CLOGGED with food.... you could see from under her dress, where her legs were lazily spread... she was stuffed full of these greasy, buttery sausages. She couldn't even move. What would you do, Sammy? Help her, or let her tap out before something goes poorly?
Sam Jukes
—Only taking a moment to look behind her to notice that her magnificent ass has escaped its confines, then looking back to Margot she takes a moment to think before going up to her side and massaging her guts, in an attempt to ease up and get her guts to Get WORKING just a bit more for a tad more space, her fingers kneading buiscits into her belly like never before. "COME on margot we are nearly there look she can barely even have one more bite!"
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot groaned but nodded, reaching for more food as Sam clumsily massaged her swollen belly... then she was struck by an idea... "Help... stuff me..." She said as she slowly started chewing...
Sam Jukes
—"Are you sure?!? we can try again tomorrow, you know." For once Sam is struck with indecision, needing to take a moment to think before nodding. "A-Alright, you told me to boss! Right ON IT, slap my face to stop." and just like that she starts cramming more into the pig.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—With Sam assisting her efforts... Margot shot a glance at her opponent... "You sure... you can keep up... with a four time... state fair contest... winner..."
Narrator
—Aurelia gasps for air, but narrows her eyes at you with a snarl. "From... huff... here... you just look... like a stuffed hog...." she snaps back.
Sam Jukes
—"YOU GOT THIS BOSS SHOW HER ASS YOU ARE THE BEST!!" she shouts as another hotdog is crammed into Margot’s mouth.
Narrator
—Margot, you weren't much help in the 'grabbing more food' category anymore. Now, you were on full-time duty for the eating part. You laid there as Sammy brought you more and more, trying not to go red in the face as you had to urge her to stuff you from any side she possibly could. It was like a balloon swelling on the table. Two, in fact. Aurelia followed suit, demanding that her team make up the same amount of service that Sammy was offering, and bringing her more IMMEDIATELY. Finally... there was a sudden halt. Everything fell dead silent for a moment. It was a long, eerie pause of dread.
And then... grrrrgle... Aurelia's eyes went wide, and in a look of desperation, she flopped off the table, urging for someone to come help her to a bathroom before she was sick across the floor. But, before celebration could happen... Chuurrrrrn... Sammy, your eyes went wide as you saw a look of panic on Margot's face... before, as her cheeks puffed, you watched her swallow the bubble back down. SHRRRRRRRRRRIP! Without warning, the belt of her dress SNAPPED at once, and splits opened up across the stretched-sheer fabric. Her stomach was almost entirely on full display above her, and her breasts were pouring out to the point where VERY little was left to the imagination. You barely needed to wait for the weighing. Of course, staff helped Margot get back to her seat just to make it official, but there was no doubting who'd won. Margot's name appeared on the screen with confetti. Margot, you have pushed past your limits for the day. You have gained 166 lbs. You are now 755 lbs.
Sammy, you practically jumped up and down with such reckless abandon that you didn't even feel the breeze through the slowly-opening split across your rear. As the cheers crescendo and came to a rest, the maid in the gold bikini walked across the table. The small cow leans down with a smile, and hands each of you golden passes. "Congratulations. You can let your team know that they've been upgraded to Gold Member status." she chimes with a polite, saleswoman smile, unbothered by the beached pig on the table.
Both of you have gained 1 Luck. Sam, you have earned 3 Instinct Points. Margot, you have earned 7 Instinct Points.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Despite her discomfort, Margot was giddy with excitement and joy from her victory... she, with help from Sam, had managed to win against a full team... I mean, of course she did... she is the Margot Snackenhoffer... "I never... dou-OOOOUUUURRRPPPHHHH... doubted... that I would... win..." She moans, gently caressing her swollen belly...
Sam Jukes
—Completely unbothered with the torn skirt, she has been at wilder parties at the office already before. so she grabs Morgots hand and raises it up whooping and shouting. "WOO, The QUEEN WINS WOOOO"
"Time to go back to our room now, hmm? might need some help here hehe."
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot nods slowly, a flush on her cheeks along with a smug grin... "A shame... I think I'm... a little... too full... for dessert..." She says before letting out another deep burp...
Sam Jukes
—"Did you forget already, you had dessert first." the bun is giggling like crazy, a mild adrenaline rush taking her as she can't resist giving Margot's tum a gentle rub. Trying her best to ignore her own stuffed guts.
Margot Snackenhoffer
—Margot chuckled haughtily... "That was... a pre... meal snack..." She belches, "Dessert is... always... after the... main course..." She looks down at the food smeared expanse of her swollen belly... "I think... I can skip it... this time..."
Narrator
—At long last, the icecream champions made it back to their suite…
Amelia Lancaster
—Once they make it to the room, Amelia has the strength to at least make it to her own bed and lay down with a loud groan. It was already hard before to see what would be at the foot of the bed with the rack she had, but this stomach? A whole ‘nother beast. She hears- no, SEES her stomach growl, surely pissed off at her for this little stunt to win that competition. "Ugh... I-I can't see in front of me with this... beast of a gut... you make it to your bed just fine?"
Lenore Kalaharus
—"HWOOORRPP... ngh... yeah, I'm here... I'm just gonna strip down, so just... close your eyes if you don't want an eyeful..." Amelia can hear the sounds of creaking springs as Lenore flops down on the bed, the lioness gasping for breath as her stomach protests against such rigorous physical activity. While the thought of having to strip in a room with a total stranger feels more than a little awkward, it's either dignity or comfort... and frankly, after the display downstairs, she's pretty sure she left her dignity somewhere in orbit. Squeezing out of her near-bursting garments should've been an unpleasant experience, fraught with snags and squeezing and lots of painful catches. Instead, with every garment that comes loose and every inch of her overstuffed gut that bulges further out in front of her, she feels more and more liberated, more free. By the end of it, her clothes are scattered in disarray at her feet, and she is standing with her new belly resting on the edge of her mattress, hands pressed into either side of it as low purrs rumbled up from her chest. She knew it was wrong, that to let herself go so shamelessly in such a public environment was so far beyond a conduct violation... And yet, it was the most alive she'd felt in years. It'd all be gone by the end of the week, anyway... why not enjoy it while it was here? The sound of her roommate's own digestive discomfort jolts her from her reverie, and she scrambles under the covers in a blur of sloshing fur. Feeling her face burning like a furnace, she clears her throat and speaks up. "Um... all done, Amelia... Sorry..."
Amelia Lancaster
—"Heh, not that I'm g-gonna be able to see much anyways..." Amelia is used to stripping down and even walking completely nude in her own ship, even with a partner like Pedro. Of course he protests to at least warn him, it's her ship? Why does it matter? But something about this feels a bit more... embarrassing? Or perhaps exposing? Either way Amelia is a bit hesitant to undress for now, sticking to just trying to relax and rub her own swollen gut. She could still clearly hear the effort Lenore was putting into getting out, making the cheetah dread when she needs to undress seeing how skin-tight this suit was before. Now she'll have to fight her stomach along with the already somewhat troublesome zipper. Once the lioness finishes undressing herself, Amelia speaks up again. "So far that seems to be 2 votes for the casino then, huh? Well once they cart Liz in here and she wakes up, maybe we can ask her what she wants to do..." She looks over to the other two empty beds for a moment, a moment of realization hitting her. "...Say... where do you think those other two are? I wanna have a word with them for just leaving us like that. I get hops getting a brainfreeze and having to chill out for a bit, but what about uh... Margot was her name? I don't keep up with that 24/7 galactic net spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit. Already got my own things to worry about."
Lenore Kalaharus
—"I thought I heard them going off- URRP... to the buffet, maybe... but don't get on their case too hard. If everything we do as a team contributes, then maybe them splitting off from us was whOOUURP- what we needed to win. Sweet catnip, I feel like an overripe plum..." Lenore pushes herself up a little so she can make eye contact with Amelia - or, as it turns out, the rising hillock of Amelia's swollen stomach. Strangely, the fact she can't see her erstwhile companion somewhat helps, as at least for now her moment of blind self-indulgence can remain her little secret. "Also I'm surpROOURP... guh, surprised you haven't heard of Margot Snackenhoffer. You know she was the one who originally sang 'Pig in the Streets, Hog in the Sheets' right? She's a big deal, supposedly... though I- urp- haven't heard much out of her recently, so it's kind of wild to be sharing a hotel room with her like this.." As she talks, her eyes can't help but wander towards the softly groaning mountain of a polar bear sleeping opposite her... and her mind can't help but wander towards memories of paws on her belly...
Elizabeth Sphinx
—After having herself moved to the room with the others, the right word to describe her is "white noise". Just snores and gurgles... Though, it looks like she's already shaping up. Her colossal gut is just starting to shrink and soften, dispersing her winnings all across her body. From the look of things, it seems that the bear is going to grow all-around... And, it might be your imagination, but she almost looks like she's just a little... taller than before? Ggrrrrnnnnnnnn... "...Urp..."
Sam Jukes
—A sudden rapid knocking hits the door, only for it to open up with a rather jittery looking rabbit To just open the door. It looks like Sam has arrived and looks Over-excited as she does a cross between Hopping in place and Just vibrating rapidly, the motion making her stuffed gut and significantly expanded hips and Rear that wobbles and jiggles with the excessive movement even more obviously grown, on top of her practically being in her underwear due to her skirt torn up from failing to keep up with the rigorous stresses of an unreasonably fast Bunny. "Hey HEY hey there you lot are! I've been looking for you! We won an eating contest FIRST TRY heheheh, Morgot was so amazing and she beat her opponent so well, I also helped but she blew me out of the water" She thrusts her left hand forward as if to show off a prize, only to show the cause of her boundless energy, an excessively sugary cream coated coffee, that even from there Smells like it is more accurate to call it an espresso mixed with pure syrup
Amelia Lancaster
—"Maybe I've heard of her on the radio or something, though I'd p-probably have to hear it as well her side by side." Amelia chuckles at Lenore's thought process. I suppose that could be the case? Though that's a quick way to ruin all of our figures, splitting off to do lord knows what in groups of two or three. But... maybe the other two did end up winning something, wonder what kind of prize they would give out at the buff- Amelia yelps a bit as the door suddenly flies open the the excited Sam rushes in to make her declaration. Looks like Amelia was just about ready to slip into a food coma of her own as the rabbit rushes in. She sits up with a groan to look at her, blushing a bit at how much she's grown already! She must be about two times her weight from before! "E-Eating competition? I mean, w-wasn't that what we were already doing against Team 5 at the ice cream bar? And where's Morgot?"
Sam Jukes
—"thats what you lot were doing? Ohhhhh so that was what that number was for, seemed a more loose than what we had hehehe, looks like you three did reall well though." she then suddenly freezes, ears flopping "ARGH I got distracted and made my way here as quick as possible to tell the good news about us winning since you were not at the ice cream bar."
Narrator
—Sam, you get a good look around the room as you enter. In Lenore and Amelia's beds, the two cats groan and lie on the soft mattresses. Judging by Lenore's bare shoulders, it looks like she's pretty much naked under the covers, letting the blanket be the only thing covering her and leaving nothing but a rounded silhouette of a bulging gut looming over her like a basketball. Amelia's still in her tightsuit, with extra emphasis now on the 'tight'. Despite her insistence that she'd worked off worse than this before... that was a bit difficult to believe with a look at how her lithe, curvy figure now had a bloated balloon sat right at the middle of it, stretching the zipper of her suit to its limits as she laid there, arms sprawled out. But the worst victim of all, of course, was Elizabeth. You watched a team of about ten maids all trying to roll her from the delivery cart onto her bed. Her paws couldn't reach the floor to help at all. She was beached atop the hundred-gallon balloon that left her completely bursted out of her dress. Nothing but a few shreds of sheer, tight fabric clung to her white fur, as well as some well-made underwear that, despite being pushed to its breaking point, was still clinging on for dear life.
Slowly, Elizabeth was successfully rolled onto the bed. It gave a creak as the mattress was squeezed under her mass, and finally, the boulder of soft white fur laid immobilized there, the enormous orb of cream burying her and pinning her to her own bed. You took a seat in one of the soft recliners, Sam, trying to ignore the slight popping of a few threads as you sat down. Before long, a cart carried in a burping, groaning, whining Margot, who seemed to be throwing a fit about the state of her dress and how the maids could barely offer a decent belly rub for a lady who was clearly feeling unwell. They endured the complaints all the way to the room, before finally rolling her into her bed, Margot yelping and groaning as, you all noticed, a rogue sausage fell out from under her dress, her underwear still not quite pulled up all the way. At long last, you all could take a moment to catch your bearings. Sam, since you were in the best state, you did the responsible act of seeing what kind of outfit repairs would be offered to the rooms. You got yourself almost the same skirt, just up one size. Though, as you slipped it on, you... realized you should've probably opted for two. Maybe three sizes higher. Once you'd had time to digest, you couldn't help but realize how much... bigger you looked from behind. You tried not to glance in the mirror over your shoulder at just how wide you looked.
Lenore couldn't exactly throw away her uniform, so she just requested someone to come fix her belt up a bit, as it'd been damaged slightly after everything. Amelia was practically in denial about how poorly her tightsuit would fit after some digestion. So rather than repairs, she just demanded some maids help run a bath for her and Lenore. Both cats enjoyed a lovely bath to help with digestion that evening. Conditioned fur, massaging oils, the works. You both sat in the massive tub, toes stretched in bliss, practically melting into the water as you both flicked your tails while the maids worked. Squeezing back into your outfits, however, was the hard part. Lenore, you had about four maids around you at all times, trying to STUFF your figure back into the police uniform. A tailor managed to get your zipper back on, and with a few of them working together, even managed to zip it up and stuff you back into your belt. However, you heard a SHRRRIP! as your thigh split through the tight fabric a bit, a small split across the upper leg. And as they slowly rolled your top and vest down your chest and belly, you noticed it... didn't quite reach as far down your stomach or hips anymore... and the seams along the side sounded... audibly protesting. The toned arms that filled the sleeves prior were feeling... quite a bit softer.
Amelia, the maids had similar trouble getting you dressed. You snapped and growled at them as they all worked for twenty minutes, slowly getting that zipper to painstakingly go up your tightsuit, inch by inch. Your hips seemed wider. Your belly spilled out in a soft pooch of lard now. Your breasts were now even more difficult to contain in the suit. You'd never been more thankful for your bomber jacket, as it was practically the last loose-hanging piece of clothing that kept you from looking as much like a wrapped ham as Margot. The tightsuit now showed off EVERY inch of your figure. Every bend, curve, and squish of fat. For the first time, you were starting to regret not wearing underwear--the shape of your nipples clearly visible through the latex, as well as the clear shape of a developing cameltoe between your thighs. But, at long last, as the cheetah huffed as the zipper was finally pulled as far as it would go, the maids all collapsed and caught their breath.
Margot was incredibly picky about the repairs to her dress, swearing that there was no way they'd have the proper material that it was made of. And so, she gave them the impossible task of making sure it was tailored and fit her properly without adding any new material. All ten maids practically had to work together, yanking the strap of her dress tight like a makeshift corset to hold Margot's blubber-covered stomach in. She had to hold her breath, a task made all the more difficult by the bubbling gurgles, groans, and belches that erupted from the fast-food-stuffed swine. After a few hours of digestion, her figure looked all the more impossible to cram into that poor dress. Her breasts looked even more massive and heavy, barely able to fit into the bust of ANYTHING, let alone the split, ripped remains of her gown. Her hips looked even wider. Her belly spilled out in donut-like rolls of blubber. Not to mention, all this exertion was making her slick with sweat once again, making the entire process even more of a nightmare. It took about an hour, but eventually, Margot was finally stuffed into her dress. She had to practically waddle with her arms out at her sides like an unmoving doll just to keep the fabric from tearing... but, at least she was clothed. And, for her dignity's sake, she even got to say that she 'could still fit in the dress'... kind of. For Elizabeth... more extreme measures were necessary. Even post-digestion, she was enormous. Her ass looked twice as wide. Her hips spilled across the mattress where she laid. Her stomach, while the bloating had gone down, looked like an enormous rolling sea of blubber and lard attached to her waist. Her legs and arms were twice as thick. Her neck, while it was common for bears to have a roll of fat under their chin, was now a soft pile of double-chin dough. And her enormous breasts were spilling out of her bra so badly that the strap had disappeared somewhere in her backfat.
And... on top of all that... Elizabeth looked... notably taller. It was true that some animals actually grew in size the more calories they ingested, but Elizabeth was already so large that it was strange to think that she'd be one of them. Much more of this and it wouldn't be hard to imagine how a creature could, indeed, fit these beds. Elizabeth had become enormous with fat. The maids barely knew where to start with trying to clothe her. Finally, they got to work, bathing the cream stains from her fur, and trying not to snap the straining straps of her miraculously-holding underwear. They brought in a massive size up of what looked similar to her previous dress and accompanying boots. They'd switched her from a pale blue material to a darker blue, with similar glittering material to Margot's. It was practically the only thing they could find in such excess. Slowly, the maids rolled the bear back and forth, inching the dress onto her little by little, lifting her elephantine legs to pull the boots up her thighs and tie them. At last, after about another hour of tireless work, Elizabeth was properly clothed. The ten, exhausted maids finally gave you all a breathless, polite bow, and saw themselves out. Finally, the room was all yours to rest, and decide what you'd do tomorrow. Will you all split up, or go together to an activity for Day 2?
Sam Jukes
—"I am so sorry for just splitting off like that, though it looks like you three had a lot of fun without us at least right? hehe" Finally down from her caffeine sugar high she looks quite a bit more normal, and even a tad sheepish though guilt seems to be mostly lacking. "though uhmmm maybe someone else could choose what place to go for later on? I did push everyone for the icecream bar."
Amelia Lancaster
—Despite her stubbornness she had shown at wanting to keep her old outfit and practically forcing the maids to help her get back into it, she at the very least has the courtesy to thank the maids before they either moved onto the next person... or even just outright leave to attend to other guests or duties. These are the gals serving them and the other guests after all, so they would know how to best fuck with them if she got on their bad side. And a drifter like Amelia would know that more than anyone here she reckons. Well... she'd at least be thankful to see that the weight didn't just go to her stomach... though noticing how... perky she appears is a tad embarrassing. She can only hope that it's not seen as 'indecent' around here. Though given Liz's display in the ice cream bar, now she's just plain curious what indecent might be in a place like this. She now looks over to Sam, smirking a bit as she reminds the gals that she's the one to actually suggest it. "Oh yeah, you did suggest that, huh? Heh, lucky you seemed to put in the work at the buffet, otherwise I might have just dragged you back to the ice cream bar to make sure you PROPERLY had a good time there~" The cheetah snickers a bit as she looks around, seeing a comfy looking chair in the corner of the room she can move to relax on somewhere that' not the bed until they decide to get some shut eye. Why do hotels and resorts always have that corner chair anyways? "Don't worry, I'm only partly joking. I'd still be kinda pissed if you didn't put in some work to help win us something... speaking of, what did we win from that Ice Cream bar? Did we actually win something at all or was that purely just that guest score thing the owner was talking about?"
Sam Jukes
—"I think that might of just been the guest score thing, so thanks for getting the head start for the all of us, your sacrifice is deeply appreciated. as for Margot and myself We got gold Membership for the whole team in the food wing, but thanks for not dragging me over I dont think I would be able to handle too much after winning that, had no idea I could cram what, . . .13, 14? stacked burgers down my throat." she Takes a moment to stretch, grabbing her slightly larger skirt that Strains against her expanded and incredibly soft hips, thighs and ass, clinging tightly against her, her shirt also having a bit of new tightness to it. before hopping onto her bed to use as a seat. "However that stuff tasted amazing, gotta grab more now and then while on lunch brake at work. but uh whats on the agenda for tomorrow hmm?"
Elizabeth Sphinx
—"Yeah, we..." Elizabeth pauses, rolling around in her bed to her best ability. "Mmnph... just got a score. Maybe if we... hah, win that, we get a boon... huff... Gods, this isn't the same." And that was the truth. Even with her growth spurt, Elizabeth was still much wider than before, and moving around all of this was a challenge. Groggily, she gives her two cents before getting comfortable. "I... don't mind the casino. I think I heard one of you talking about it when I was digesting. But I'm gonna rest."
Sam Jukes
—"Ooooh gambling? well, not my kind of thing usually but i can cut a bit out to have a bit of a play so i am all for it." She takes a moment to look over to Elizabeth but then flips her gaze back to amelia. "Gotta pay back a little bit for just splitting off right? oh and of course breakfast at the gold membership place"
Amelia Lancaster
—"Gold membership, huh? Uff... I mean for a simple, non competitive meal that's nice, I'm sure there'll be even nicer foods that the regular buffet, but there's NO way in hell I'm going to anything that could involve competitive eating tomorrow. Lenore and I were kinda thinking the Casino? I mean, there'll definitely be food and drinks, and maybe they can bring in some of that "Gold Status" buffet meals to us while we're there, but you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming before I consider doing another eating challenge like that tomorrow. I already barely fit in my usual attire, I want it to last AT LEAST one more day, you know?" Upon saying this, she quickly remember her cameltoe situation going on downstairs, blushing and quickly crossing her legs as she relaxes once again as she nods to the general consensus of the room. "I... s-suppose we could do breakfast with the gold membership... but I swear if another set of holographic numbers appear over us and we get eyed out by another team, we're gettin our asses up and doing something else. That or room service..."
Sam Jukes
—"nah just ignore numbers and the like and have something good and slightly filling then go have some fun seeing if we can win some stuff, then maybe go for massages after? I know i want to get going there haha." She hums a bit as she looks over the tablet, before shrugging and messing with it again. the sound of some basic game playing from its speakers.
Lenore Kalaharus
—Lenore smiles sympathetically at Elizabeth, feeling just a little bit ashamed of her own seemingly meagre difficulties when one of her newfound friends was so vastly encumbered by yesterday's indulgences. Still, she couldn't help but try to hike up her belt as she spoke, her stomach adamantly refusing to cede any ground and instead bulging further forwards, as if to remind her that her exploits would not so easily be hidden. "I'm definitely going to need some breakfast - I know it sounds insane, but I'm hungry as hell already. Maybe just... not as overboard as yesterday." As if on cue, her stomach growls violently, eliciting some awkward shuffling as Lenore scratches the back of her head. "... yeah. So maybe some breakfast and then hit the casino? If you're looking to win, I know my way around a poker table..."
Sam Jukes
—"Oo you do? I have Several brothers and sisters that chatted and squeaked about some stuff from gambling, always speaking about betting on black only on roulette and go all in to double your money. but that sounds rather extreme, I think i am going to just go medium to low stakes hehe." The tablet in her hands makes a quiet crashing sound of wood shattering, and a grin creeps onto her face before letting out a giggle and pressing against the screen again. "Thoughhh if i have noticed anything, i doubt that money is going to be one main things that is expected for the casino if the whole eating to win being a theme."
Lenore Kalaharus
—"... yeah, you're probably right, actually. And don't listen to your siblings - that is perhaps the worst gambling advice I've ever heard." Lenore cracks a grin, slipping her aviators into place almost out of habit. At Sam's mention of doubts about money changing hands, her face clouds a little. "Well if it's not money we're playing for, then... what could we even win? More food? Sure this whole place isn't just one massive set of interconnected kitchens."
Sam Jukes
—"No clue, sorta why I am one of the more successful of my siblings money wise, not that I dont love them mind you, just they can make some rather dumb decisions and choices. not surprising though with how many there are hehe." Another quiet crash, then a small frown on her face, another crash and a satisfied nod follows. "Fluxy birds is surprisingly fun, I have a few other games on my personal tablet but i dont want to go digging for it, and my other work one was snagged by a pair of my sisters so stuck with this selction for now."
Lenore Kalaharus
—"Man, Fluxy Birds is still supported? I used to play that back when I was still at the academy! And before my parents found out I played games on my PDA..." A shadow of something passes over her face, but it's gone before too long. "Honestly, sometimes I do wish I had some siblings... it's weird being an only cub. But maybe not three hundred - how do you even keep all of their names straight, anyways?"
Amelia Lancaster
—"I... suppose, as long as everyone's cool with it. Say... is there a way to look at the scoreboard or do we just have to rely on seeing other scores as we do other events? And massages sound GREAT if we don't get too caught up in the casino tomorrow." Amelia listens to the noises of the tablet, wondering what they could be. She never really played too many games growing up, so she wasn't really familiar with the sounds. "Fluxy Birds..? The hell is that?"
Sam Jukes
—"Oh less supported and more in endless limbo of no updates but is just robust enough to not rot away digitally." she pauses lowering the tablet down to give Lenore a glance with a smile. "As for the whole sibling amount, its a sort of thing that is hard for me to wrap my head around for having none or a just a few but I know that not everyone can handle having an army to raise, and keeping names is just a skill you pick up." hearing Amelia she grins and hops off the bed with a skitter and offers the tablet up. "Its a fun game, just launch the birds at the pigs that stole their eggs, to get revenge or something."
Amelia Lancaster
—Amelia looks at the tablet with curiosity, smirking a bit as she accepts it to try out this 'Fluxy Birds' for a little bit. She isn't overly ecstatic about it, but it is definitely able to take her attention away from... well, barely fitting in her clothes. "Huh, can see the appeal of it. Not really my thing though, my own device is filled to the brim with buisness related stuff anyways. Thanks for lettin me try it though!" She hands the tablet back carefully, knowing damn well now expensive they can be.
Narrator
—Amelia, while the game itself wasn't anything that was your particular cup of tea, you at least use the moment on the tablet to check into the suite's private service app. And, lo and behold, they have the team's scores updated in real time. By the end of the first day, the scores aren't too far apart for the most part.
TEAM 1: 283
TEAM 2: 301
TEAM 3: 224
TEAM 4: 402
TEAM 5: 388
TEAM 6: 422
TEAM 7: 432
TEAM 8: 265
TEAM 9: 208
TEAM 10: 296