"Oh Gods... why...."
You lean back and rub your overfilled and tightly packed stomach. Your abdomen has no give to it whatsoever, though after what you'd just stuffed in there, you didn't wonder why.
After all of Ryuujin's work, you just couldn't turn down the offered fare. Likewise, though, you couldn't eat all of it either. And so you'd decided to sample it.
All of it.
You'd taken at least a mouthful from every individual dish, and some considerably more then that. Of course the first cart he'd brought in had been loaded with every sugary treat your overactive sweet tooth desired, and your willpower was sorely lacking where such things were concerned.
He'd made an entire loaf of bread into tiramisu french toast, though you'd limited yourself to three slices.
A small stack of Oreo cookie pancakes loaded with chocolate chips had quickly followed suit, and you'd happily chewed the delectable morsels down with a soft coo of enjoyment.
Next, you'd had one of Ryuujin's homemade cinnamon buns. They were sinfully rich, and while you'd intended to only eat a bite, they were so, so good. Before you'd realized it, you'd finished the one bun in its entirety, and had taken a mouthful of a second. A little embarrassed at your lack of either control or awareness, you still finished the bun since you'd already bitten into it.
By this point, you were already aware of just how full you were getting. Despite using the offered cutlery, your hands were still slightly sticky, and you were aware of some crumbs that had dropped down and stuck to the front of your nightie.
You already felt so full, and your lower lip quivered a bit with dread as Ryuujin pushed in a second cart, which had been loaded even higher with fatty breakfast foods, and you weren't yet finished with the first one. Still, you'd decided to try one of everything, and you needed to at least try...
******
Well, you'd succeeded, if barely. The last dozen or so mouthfuls had felt like sheer torture, and frankly you didn't know how you weren't sick right now. You stifled an unladylike groan, and did your best to stretch out without making it apparent that that's exactly what you were doing. Too late, you realized that the hand you'd been rubbing your belly with had been far from the cleanest, and you'd left a nice, sugary mess on the front of your nightie. If either of your two servants noticed, they made no obvious sign.
"Ah, Little Miss, to see you enjoy my food so thoroughly, why it warms an old man's heart."
Despite the pain you were in, you let out a soft chuckle at Ryuujin's comment. "Ryuu, you're twenty five. That's hardly old."
You were fairly certain you saw a faint blush on Ryuujin's cheeks, but before he could speak, Keichi butted in. "Master, it is hardly appropriate to refer to your servants so informally."
Now, normally, you found it very difficult to deal with the cold demeanor and strict formality of Keichi, but the discomfort you were in left you feeling a little short. "Perhaps in public, but that hardly matters when we're alone."
Too late, you regretted your statement, but if Keichi had taken any offense, he made no sign. "As you command, Master."
Checking his antique pocket watch, Keichi continued, "I shall have Taiga prepare the car at once. We are behind schedule, and the store closes in only a few more hours."
You thought to make a remark about hurrying to a place of business which wouldn't close until five, but instead had to stifle a belch that had too much potential to become something far worse. After you'd swallowed that uncomfortable thing back down, you said, "Alright, I'll get changed and be right down."
Keichi bowed. "Shall I help you change, Master?"
"For the last time, no you may not! Did you help my Uncle change!?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, I am perfectly capable of changing my own clothes, so no thank you! Just wait downstairs!"
"As you command, Master."
Ryuujin gave a far more extravagant bow. "Will you be back in time for Second Breakfast, Little Miss?"
You felt the blood drain from your face as your already pained belly twitched at the thought of more food. "No, I'm good."
"Ah. Perhaps brunch, then?"
"No, I really am good."
"Then perhaps a snack for the ro-"
"I said I'm good! Now both of you out!"
******
It took nearly fifteen minutes after the two men had left for you to feel well enough to try standing. Gingerly, you peeled off your slightly stained nightie and laid it on your bed. Truthfully, you wanted nothing more then to lay back down and stretch out, and sleep this painful stuffing off, but you knew Keichi would simply let himself in again if you didn't get downstairs soon.
You made your way over to the monstrous walk-in closet and opened the double doors. Everything in this house seemed almost comically oversized. Your bedroom was bigger then your parents' old apartment. Your make-up table was akin to a normal dining room table, and your four poster bed was a monster, at 365 cm squared (12 feet squared). Your closet was no exception, larger then most bedrooms you'd been in, and packed with clothes. Sai, the mansion's tailor, seemed addicted to sewing, and was constantly making and amending old and new outfits.
It didn't take long for you to settle on a skirt and blouse combo for the day. Sai considered your taste in fashion as rather bland, but given his love of lace and frills, you were quite happy he wasn't here now to complain at "such a waste of youthful beauty."
After donning your underwear, you stopped and looked at yourself in the mirror. Had you gained any weight? Honestly, you couldn't really tell. Your belly might have been rounder, but given the size of the food baby you were carrying, it was impossible to know for sure. Your hips looked a little curvier, and your bum a little bigger, but again, that could have been a trick after that painfully oversized breakfast.
"I wouldn't be surprised if I was, though. That's like the seventh or eighth time I've done that this week."
Your politeness was going to be the death of you. Ryuujin over did it at every meal, was constantly making and offering snacks without waiting to be asked, and you consistently felt compelled to eat at least a little each time trying not to hurt the big man's feelings. In the short time you'd been here, you'd been overstuffed several times each week, and were really starting to worry that you'd start blowing up any day now.
And, though you were loathe to admit it, you were as much to blame as anyone else. Your wicked sweet tooth meant you were often waiting expectantly for Ryuujin's latest offerings, and you seldom felt compelled to say no. The presence of the rest of the staff, Keichi chief amongst them, meant that you seldom had to sully your hands with anything approaching work. At a word, your every whim could be met with zero effort on your part. So, taking all that into consideration, why weren't you getting bigger already?
"My metabolism must be keeping up so far, but there's no way it can hold out forever. Still, I can't have gained any weight yet; all my clothes still fit. Still, I got to deal with soon or I'll wind up as big as a house."
Mind made up and with other places to be today, you quickly dressed and made your way out to face the world.
******
After Hitomi had left, Sai made his way into her bedroom. As well as tailoring, the young man was also responsible for doing the manor's laundry. He saw the dirty nightie on top of her massive bed, and picked it up. His sewer's eye had seen the young master in her evening wear last night when she came down for a slice of cake.
"Ah, my fair mistress," he said aloud, since he had no inner monologue, "it seems I must let out your wardrobe a bit more once again..."
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