"Well, time to see where you store your food," Aliyah remarked as she walked away from the mirror and towards the door. Blake froze for a moment as the thought of one of his roommates spotting the angel crossed his mind. Then he remembered that they had all gone outside and probably wouldn't be back for quite a while. At least he wouldn't have to worry about his cover being blown by his captor's hunger.
It didn't take long for Aliyah to find the cabinet in the kitchen that held Blake's food. Her eyes panned across the cabinet, taking in the delicacies before her. A loaf of white bread with jars of peanut butter, jelly, and hazelnut chocolate spread next to it. Bags of potato chips in flavours from cool ranch and cheese to barbecue and spicy. Packets of chocolate chip cookies next to some cinnamon rolls and iced doughnuts. The sight of so much food in front of her made Aliyah's belly growl even louder. She took a plate that had been left on the counter and started piling all the food she saw onto it.
"Hey, you're not gonna eat all of that, right?" Blake asked nervously. "I mean, that's supposed to get me through the week." But the only sound Aliyah was concerned with was the rumbling coming from her belly. As the food pile on the plate grew, so too did Blake's dread. His prison was already somewhat tight, but if Aliyah was going to try shoving a week's worth of lunches into her stomach, it would soon become unbearable for the mage.
"I should probably get a drink to wash all of this down with," Aliyah mused. At that moment, she spotted the fridge. Upon opening it, her eyes were drawn to the large bottle of soda in the door. "Perfect!" She tucked the bottle under her arm and took it back into Blake's room before going back for the mountain of food she had picked out. Sliding one hand underneath the plate while resting the other on top of the food pile, she carefully carried it back to Blake's room, her belly growling in protest at how long it was having to wait to be filled. She then sat down in front of the mirror and arranged the food neatly on her right before placing the empty plate on her lap.
Seeing how neat and tidy Aliyah was being with the food she had taken, Blake expected her to eat with an air of refinement and decorum. He realised just how mistaken he was once she started eating.
Aliyah grabbed one of the doughnuts and the force of her shoving it into her mouth was enough to break it into pieces. Undeterred by the icing that was now stuck to her cheeks, she bit into the doughnut and chewed noisily for a few seconds before swallowing the bite with a loud gulp. Then, letting the other doughnut pieces fall onto her plate, she slid the bit she was holding into her mouth, getting icing on her upper lip in the process, and devoured it just like the first bit. She continued doing this with the other pieces until that particular doughnut was completely entombed in her stomach.
Next, Aliyah turned her attention to the bread and the jars of different spreads. Having forgone the process of making a sandwich earlier, she opened the jelly jar, stuck her fingers in, scooped out some of the substance, and smeared it over a slice of bread like a child messing around with paint. She then did the same thing with the peanut butter jar and another slice of bread before slapping the two slices together. Once her sloppy sandwich was done, she took bite after bite from it, barely even stopping to chew between each bite, until about a third of the sandwich was in her mouth. Aliyah's cheeks puffed out to accommodate the sheer amount of sandwich in her mouth, but even then, she had to chew up and swallow some of it before she could even close her lips! A drop of saliva dribbled down her lower lip and her chin before dropping onto her top, but she was too busy consuming her sandwich to notice.
Once the world's messiest peanut butter and jelly sandwich (so far) was wholly inside her belly, Aliyah opened up a packet of barbecue flavour potato chips. Rather than picking out and eating the chips one at a time, however, she tipped her head back, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and proceeded to pour the chips in! Of course, some of the chips that fell out of the packet missed her mouth and tumbled down onto her huge chest or her plate. Those ones, she did pick up and put in her mouth where they were meant to go. Much like when she was eating the sandwich, Aliyah's mouth was so full of food that she had to keep it open while she chewed at first, making the crunching sounds of chips being broken up even louder for Blake. This also led to not just more saliva sliding down her chin and falling onto her top, but also some crumbs from the chips.
Before greedily devouring any more food, Aliyah opened up the soda bottle and loudly guzzled some of the soft drink. She took the bottle away from her mouth once she had drunk enough, but a drop of soda spilled from the bottle and joined the drool on her top, which was looking dirtier and dirtier as the angel wearing it continued to gobble everything up like a wild animal. The soda bubbled and fizzed inside her belly and gas built up inside it until it escaped up her throat and out of her mouth.
*URRRRRRRP!*
Not even this noise snapped Aliyah out of her feeding frenzy. She just kept eating and eating, only stopping to drink some more soda or comment on how delicious everything was, and the whole thing was loud and messy from start to finish. Spreads were scooped out and smeared over slices of bread, with some of the stuff lingering on her fingers. Packets of potato chips were poured into her mouth, filling it to the brim each time. Cookies, doughnuts, and cinnamon rolls were forcefully shoved in her mouth, breaking apart in the process. Soda was drained greedily from the bottle, leading to loud burps every time. Aliyah's top, which was once pristine, became covered in crumbs from chips and cookies, as well as the odd drop of saliva and soda. Her face ended up getting all of those things on it too, in addition to cinnamon and icing around her mouth and on her cheeks.
By the time Aliyah was done, there was nothing left but empty packets, empty jars, and an empty bottle. All the bread, all the peanut butter, all the jelly, all the hazelnut chocolate spread, all the chips of every flavour, all the cookies, all the doughnuts, all the cinnamon rolls, all the soda - all of it was now tightly packed in her belly to be digested. Blake would have to replace everything once he got out of Aliyah's belly, but that wasn't his immediate concern.
Throughout the entire feast, Blake had a front row seat to Aliyah's belly expanding. While the first few things she ate had barely any visible effect, the mage felt his prison getting tighter even at that early stage. As the angel continued to eat, her belly began to bloat, stretching Blake's fatty form more and more. While it didn't hurt as much as he expected it to by that point, it still felt very uncomfortable. By the end, however, once Aliyah had eaten way more than a human of a similar build ever could, her belly was so big, it looked like she was in the later stages of pregnancy! The swollen stomach behind Blake was rock hard and pressing into the back of him, but with the layer of fat on the angel's belly being stretched so thin, the mage was pulled completely taut, unable to make even the smallest of movements. The sensation was no longer uncomfortable, it was painful, yet still not quite the excruciating level of pain he had anticipated.
With no more food to eat and her belly now having plenty of food to work on, Aliyah took a look at herself in the mirror. When she saw how unclean she looked and how far her belly protruded, the blissful expression she had while she was eating was quickly replaced by an embarrassed one, complete with blush, and she could only bring herself to quietly say one word.
"Oh."