Elegant Gluttony Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 6 by WritingGuy

Aliyah walked into the kitchen and snapper her fingers. In an instant, the table in the center of the room, which easily seated up to 6 people was suddenly covered in dishes, with not a single square inch of table visible beneath the multitude of dishes!

"As I said, you have shown remorse. That's a good first sign," Aliyah remarked, sitting down in a chair in front of the table.

"Um... Are you going to eat all of that? That's a lot of food. Like, way too much for one person," Blake remarked, earning a light swat from Aliyah for his troubles.

"Hush now. There is nothing out of the ordinary with the size of my lunch." Aliyah responded before picking up a fork and knife and tucking a cloth napkin into her collar. The buxom blonde's face remained stuck in an almost serene state of neutrality, a calm not matched by her grumbling belly and eager hands. Already she was pulling the first dish towards her- an entire family-sized bowl of pasta salad.

Rather than getting a dish to scoop a helping of the pasta-y goodness into, Aliyah opted instead to simply set the entire vat in front of her, scooping bite after bite out with her own utensils. The pasta salad was fairly light, but that didn't make Blake feel too safe. 

At least the roars of her ravenous belly were dying down now that she was finally starting to sate her appetite. Still, Blake couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease creeping through him.

The angel's midriff baring top left Blake in the shadow of her massive bust, but still gave him a window to the outside world. And that window gave him a front row seat to the massacre of food taking place before him. If not for the fact that Aliyah ate with the perfect grace and manners of, well, someone who had perfect Sunday School attendance, he would've been disgusted. Instead, he could only marvel at the sheer speed Aliyah devoured the massive feast with while still maintaining a composed, graceful expression on her face.

The family-sized bowl of pasta salad was empty and sat licked clean in front of Blake, and no more than five minutes had passed since his captress had first started digging in. She was currently working her way through an entire glazed ham, the kind Blake had only seen at family holiday dinners, and Aliyah was going at it with a speed that suggested she was equally adept with a knife and fork as she was with a sword and shield.

"A-Aliyah! Slow down! I... I can't take it! It's getting too tight!" Blake managed to cry out, but his panicked yells were being drowned out by the gurgles and groans of the organ behind him. No longer was Aliyah's stomach protesting it's emptiness; rather it was protesting it's over-filled state. The Angel seemed to be intent on winning the world record for 'most food eaten as quickly as possible,' and as her stomach expanded like a balloon inflating... Blake was learning just what it meant to be a 'flexible' person.

Well, less 'flexible,' and more stretchy. Because holy cow, the college student was being stretched to his limits by the stuffed gut behind him!

And Aliyah was only halfway through her massive meal!

Blake quieted down and tried to focus on just ignoring the pain of being pulled taut, knowing Aliyah was either too caught up in her blissful gluttony, too busy ignoring him, unable to hear him over the rumbling of her tummy, or all of the above. 

Finally, a small reprieve was afforded to him as Aliyah slumped back in her chair, pausing between dishes to let out a belch that still somehow sounded elegant, the busty angel letting out a delighted sigh as she absentmindedly stroked her bloated belly. In less than twenty minutes, she had given herself one heck of a food baby, and while she wasn't quite so engorged as to look like a lady about to give birth... well, the huge apple pie she was reaching for might push her over the edge!