Rozalin let out a petite burp as she caressed her swollen gut. She had consumed an entire day's worth of food, just as her breakfast. Yet she was still hungry. Patting her engorged belly, which was bulging visibly, even with her dress covering it, she called for Thiel.
"Thiel! Could you come here, please?" Thiel Fenrir obeyed immediately, as he had been patiently guarding the door to the dining hall. He strode in, boots thudding slightly on the rich carpet.
"You called, milady?" he asked. His eyes immediately traveled to her dress, where the taut bulge that was once her flat stomach was sitting quite visibly. She must've been hungry, he thought. "What do you need?"
"Could you ask the chefs to make another meal, about twice the size of this one? I'm afraid I'm still feeling hungry." She smiled at him. He smiled too, a little uneasily though. It was very unusual for her to be this hungry. And even after she devoured enough to feed two people. Thiel bowed slightly and swept out the door, a worried look on his face. What caused this to happen-? Before he knew it, he was at the entrance to the kitchens, the delicious smells wafting through the corridors. Stepping in, one of the head chefs clapped her hands and bowed to him. The rest of the cooks followed suit.
"Welcome back, Master Thiel. What does our lady require of us now?" a plump succubus said, clearly the master chef by her size. She had an impressive bust, each breast about the size of a spherical watermelon. Her thick, wide hips swayed left to right with every little motion of her wings, with her smooth, fat thighs following soon after. Her ponderous belly flowed into her lap, obscuring what little there was in the ways of covering her nethers.
"Our lady asks for another course, Mariana," Thiel said. The succubus went wide-eyed. "Only this time, double it."
"Are you sure, Master Thiel? That is far too much food for a person such as our lady! She would surely burst."
Thiel shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure. When I left, her stomach filled her lap, taut with her meal, and yet it continued to roar in hunger. Someone must've put something in the ingredients. But enough of that! Lady Rozalin is possibly starving at this moment."
"Understood, Master." He left. The cooks, mostly all succubi with exceedingly plump bodies, exchanged worried glances with each other. Who would tamper with the Lady Rozalin's food? Mariana sighed and shook her mane of blond hair. "Well ladies, it's time to head back to work..."
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After about an hour, the food arrived. Rozalin's tummy was roaring up a storm so bad it hurt her. Even though she knew it was filled up, it just didn't register being full. A knock on the door came, followed by the sound of Mariana's voice.
"Milady, we've brought your breakfast. May we enter?" Rozalin called "Yes!" and beckoned them to enter. What they were carrying almost made her jaw drop. But that would be unladylike. Seven different succubi, all of different classes, carried in the largest platters she had ever seen, covered in pancakes and omelets, croissants and french toast, sausages, bacon, biscuits, and grits. Greasy, fatty grits. Rozalin smiled and picked up her fork, ready for her feast.
"Thank you all. You may be excused." "Thank you, milady," they all chanted before flying out, wings flapping ever so often to keep them afloat. Rozalin pulled a plate of eggs to her and tucked in.
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