Chapter 3 - iii: rooms and distractions

"Well he's a character" Dakota said nonchalantly as we made our way out of the room. "A magical character with oodles of cash, and who's probably a perv" I added with a slightly mad chuckle as we made our way back down the creaky and dilapidated stairs. My eyes briefly set on the armor, the same pressure building in the back of my mind until... "Hey, Alice in wonderland, he said the left wing, as in the wing on the left" a voice called as I snapped back from whatever fey mood had overtaken me it was Dakota's who I noticed was in an unusually blush inducing situation, holding my hand and tugging me away from the armor...again. "Umm yeah, sorry I thought he meant em, his left", "sure ya did". We bantered as I enjoyed the sensation of being pulled away from the odd enthralling piece of artwork. The door into the left wing opened with a simple push a rather oddly placed door knocker resting atop it's wooden surface with a pig's head on it. "Why on earth would you?" I questioned looking at it as we passed Dakota stopping to knock it once in curiosity before continuing on, the knocker making a rather weird bell ringing sound as we did so.
The wing itself was in much better shape than the main entry room, it had clearly received at least a half hearted dusting around the pine wood floor boards, a few baubles seemed to have been shined and rested in small alcoves supporting large gothic windows which were opened in what was likely an attempt to air the place out. Barring the very back of the room which was even more immaculately than the study in how polished it was, the five doors in that part of the hall brightly colored in black, red, blue, green, white and a deep grey. "I think I'll take this one" Dakota said as we reached the end of the hall, her eyes half lidded and falling directly on the red door. Her focus had been rapidly deteriorating since we started down the hallway, her voice losing it's what I figured to be trade mark sass as her mind seemed to drift. I personally assumed it was drifting off to the British city scape of London with it's fog and tea. I thought this because as with any good true American I found myself succumbing to stereotyping strangers and in doing so thought nothing of it when she wordlessly released her grip on my hand and began to wander into the red room, entering it quietly. Now I did my best to avoid being that one goth chick, I had done my best to be nice in high school, was very public with how much I liked my parents and really only listed to a couple of rock songs. Barring the misdemeanors I was pretty mild, so I felt a little bad about how much I desperately wanted the black room. But in case you couldn't tell by now I never did have the best willpower
The Black Room was dreadfully plain for what I was hoping going into it, it wasn't all dark and gloomy. At least not any more than the rest of the house at least. It was clean primarily wood with a black fur rug down covering a few areas in a similar style to the study, with a few book cases to match against the furthest wall. Barring that it seemed to have some pretty average amenities a nice big wardrobe a large mirror and a nice looking en suite attached. The best part however was by far the bed, the thing was simply massive with dark covers and what looked to be about nine of the purest white pillows I head ever laid eyes upon. But before I crashed into them I took a while to get cleaned up in what was a thankfully at the time uncursed, if unusually large shower, washing away the grime of the day and starting to get unpacked. I was beginning to catch on at that point how curses might work so I avoided the wardrobe like the plague settling for just opening my bags and putting my clothes in some somewhat organized piles.
While doing so I came across something of mild interest, a polaroid tucked beneath some fine leather couch cushions, it was of a woman, and a simply massive one at that. There was no way she could move, I remember thinking to myself, a gut so large it touched the floor with floor fluffy chins on a face twisted into a smug luxuriant smile. The other half of the photo seemed to have burned off some time ago, which I thought little of barring the fact it made the already strange picture even creepier.
So sufficiently freaked out once more after a day of being already freaked out, at that point I was about ready to get some rest, I had checked my phone and there was no internet to be found, and all of the games on my phone were from the dreaded era of everything needing a wifi connection. So I unfurled my towel and let myself sink into the bed, I felt a wave of relaxation come over me as I did so. That sensation lasted about maybe two minutes.
It was interrupted by my phone letting out a buzz to indicate it was out of power, this in itself was not too disturbing what was disturbing was looking into the mirror and seeing Dakota staring blankly back at me. It wasn't just her face though, it was her full body, sat in a rather unladylike straddle a red nightie draped over her thin yet curvaceous form. Her eyes were fogged over and as I clutched a pillow next to me in fright the reason for her status made itself known. A bell cart rode in with a familiar noise, a ringing of a bell echoing from it as it rolled to a stop at the base of her bed. It was old fashioned and made out of wood and most importantly was filled to the brim with pastries.
Dakota started to drool a little as the food sat there, before scooting an inch forward, the food responded to this notion, by floating. At first it was a passive thing like a weighted balloon the foggy minded girl having to lean in to snatch the chocolate confections out of the air, never bothering with her hands and just digging in face first. Taking large hedonistic bites and putting a circle of chocolate around her full lips as the occasional moan exited her mouth. I was too stunned to realize I was voyering the girl. Up until things began to accelerate. It had been a couple of minutes of her glutting away like a starved piglet when the food stopped waiting for her initiative, her stomach while taxed beginning to look already a little softer. The food just started tossing itself at her mouth with some speed Dakota inspite of her semi conscious state beginning to put some serious work into her glutting as the food hurtled at her at speed like some kind of demented fattening conveyor belt.
Her night gown had ridden up to her thighs and was about two pasties away from giving up new chastity when I realized just how over taxed her stomach appeared. It looked like a foot ball with just how full it was, giving her a mildly pregnant appearance and propping up her full breasts like some kind of rock hard and serving platter. It was at that point I started moving, not really caring if I exposed myself to anyone toward the door. I left my vantage point of watching with what I would identity months later to be wistful lust, but at the time I simply figured I wasn't happy to be getting out of bed. The house was extremely drafty now that I was naked but It was thankfully a quick couple of steps across, my back hurting a little bit from the lack of support. "Everything okay in there" I asked a little awkwardly rapping on the door with my knuckles. The moments waiting for a response felt cold eternal and lonely but eventually I heard some loud snores pouring in. I briefly considered forcing my way in before convincing myself that It probably wasn't going to continue feeding her in her sleep. At that point it should've been as easy as crossing roughly three steps back to my room, sadly nothing in that mansion was easy. Which is why as I spun around to get some sleep I found myself face to face with the third person trying to get the job.