Chapter 5 - day 8

A week had come and gone, but Haley, contented to know she could leave whenever she wanted, never did walk out the front door. She thought about it a few times, but would remember how isolated it seemed from the balcony. And before her mind could explore that situation, her stomach would growl, prompting a snack or a meal to be offered by The Madame or her Maids.

So Haley ate. And ate. And ate. And after a solid week of a steady intake of calories, Haley began to swell. Already pretty thick to begin with, particularly in the hip and thigh area, her formerly flat tummy was now a chubby paunch. It would bulge with the regular influx of morsels, sure, but Haley soon noticed that even after digesting, it wasn't returning to its more slender state.

This concerned her a bit and it was one afternoon on the couch that she decided it was time to end the vacation. She crumpled up the bag of Doritos she had been working on and clipped it shut. She licked her fingertips of tangy flavor dusting and craned her neck so she could peer into the kitchen. She couldn't see anyone, but definitely heard activity.

Haley tugged her sweatshirt downward, but it rolled back up her tummy. She looked down at her new pudge and poked it, wincing slightly at how much give the chub gave. She rose to her feet and tiptoed towards the front door. Her feet padded a little louder than Haley would've preferred, but thankfully, Moira was in the kitch-

"Don't you want any cake?"

Shit. Haley seized and slowly turned to see The Madame standing in the kitchen entryway, hugging a large mixing bowl against her waist with one arm, and stirring steadily with the other. "Umm," Haley began, trying to buy herself some time with sound.

But The Madame was already approaching.

She stirred as she walked, locking her eyes to Haley's, even as Haley's eyes sought to look anywhere else. The Madame didn't stop until she had breached Haley's personal bubble and Haley could feel her devilish grin.

The Madame lifted the spoon, loaded with a chocolate cake mixture, and brought it to Haley's lips. Haley opened her mouth and closed it around the thick, sweet, creamy concoction. It was incredibly gooey and soft and the flavor swaddled her tongue in a warm embrace, eliciting a sheepish moaning grunt from Haley's still-chewing mouth.

"Good girl," The Madame said, winking at Haley. "Now have a seat and finish your chips. I'll bring you a smoothie after I pop this in the oven." She was already in the kitchen by the time she finished her sentence, and Haley had plopped back down on the sofa, uncrinkling the bag of chips to finish them off.

'Maybe one more day,' Haley thought. 'I can work this off.' With flavor-coated fingertips, she pinched a bit of her stomach flab, leaving a small streak of chip dusting. Then Haley straightened out the bag and tilted her head back, angling the bag so the remnants would tumble into her maw.

She collected a handful of chip fragments, crumbs, and flavor dust in her mouth before she began to chew, gradually working her jaw to finish them off before-

"Here you go!" The Madame sang, sashaying into the room with a large pitcher of smoothie in one hand and a funnel in the other.

Haley's face flushed red but she acted ignorant to this new development. "What's with the funnel?"

The Madame stepped toward Haley, who was splayed on the couch. The Madame's momentum scared Haley as she was practically on top of her and still encroaching. The Madame explained as she brought the lower tip of the funnel to Haley's face. "Sweet Haley (tilt your head back), you're coming along nicely, but not quickly enough for my tastes."

Haley did as she was told and felt the cushion of the sofa welcome the back of her head as she relaxed and straightened her esophagus. She let her mouth hang open and the end of the tube extending from of the funnel was lowered past her lips and between her cheeks.

The cool, viscous tang of the sweet, fruity mixture gradually rolled over her tongue and down her throat, like lava over the side of a volcano.

It filled Haley. She sucked and pulled, increasing the speed of the pour. It flowed into her, filling the cracks between stored feasts, swelling her fertile, yet fresh fat reserves.

Haley's throat bulged and her stomach began to swell steadily with each passing gulp.

"That's my girl," The Madame cooed. "Drink it all up..."