chapter 41 - a terrible thing to waste [3/4]

“Jerk.” Sophie mumbled, rolling her eyes. Dusting off her uniform, she picked up her empty tray and once again approached the absurdly large supply of food on the counter. She’d served tray after tray of it to Mia’s guests— but despite these countless rounds, only about one sixth of the food was gone.

“There’s no way these fancy-pants people are gonna even come close to eating all this!” Sophie grumbled, stomach whining as she began filling up her tray with an assortment of colorful cookies. Being someone who knew what it was like to beg for scraps on the streets, the thought that the majority of the treats were destined to turn stale and be tossed particularly irked her.

Having already wasted enough time being berated by Frida, however, Sophie put her moral qualms aside and got to work. At first, she worked as efficiently as ever, but as her hunger worsened, her industrious workflow slowed to a sluggish pace.

Soon, she stopped completely.

Her tummy rumbled.

She looked toward the cookie grasped in her hand, then over her shoulder.

**It’s not that I’m hungry. It’s the principle of the thing.** Sophie thought, brushing a finger over the morsel’s gritty coating of sugar. Slowly, she turned it — marveling as crystalline patterns of sugar glimmered under the low light of the fireplace.

**There’s so many people out there starving. I used to be one of them! I’d be such a shame to let this go to waste...**

She glanced over her shoulder again. Then down at the cookie. Then over her shoulder. Then down at the cookie.

All the while, a pool of drool flooded the space beneath her tongue.

Pivoting towards the table, she returned the task at hand — but not before swiftly popping the cookie into her mouth. Her teeth moved like a machine, chewing it as quickly as possible before swallowing it down.

**Okay, that’s it! You’re obviously not going to be able to save every single cookie from going stale, so you might as well quit while you’re ahead.** Tray in hand, Sophie nodded, moving toward a plate of shortbread cookies at the exact moment her covert snack finished its journey down to her belly. Spoiled rotten by its owner’s new, gluttonous lifestyle, however, a long, unsatisfied gurgle was its predictable reply.

“Well—” Sophie was suddenly made aware of a bead of sweat traveling down the curves of her rump. “That’s true, but I could still save one more…”

Ensuring the coast was clear, Sophie slipped another cookie past her lips. This was soon followed by a second, then a third, then a tenth. Before long, half the plate had taken up a new residence in her stomach — leaving behind a light dusting of crumbs in the spot they once were.

Sophie felt a shortbread-flavored belch moved up her throat, but covered it with her hand to ensure a quiet escape.

“Okay. Time to stop. Really.” Sophie whispered around a second belch, checking for watching eyes before turning back toward the table. As if possessed by the spirit of a prize hog who passed away after eating twice its weight in grain, however, her next words contradicted her last: “Three more. Then you’re done.”

By ‘Three more’, of course, she must have meant ‘plates’, and her first choice was Mia’s chocolate-chip cookies. Slowed only slightly by the absence of milk in which to dip the treats, Sophie gobbled up nearly the entire plate — leaving behind only a pithy amount for the partygoers.

Her taste for cookies sated, she then looked for a more savory option, settling eventually on the large wheel of cheddar on the far end of the counter. A fourth was already missing, having already been meticulously cubed and served to guests. Sophie considered simply stuffing a handful of the pre-cut cubes into her mouth, ultimately settled on a much more efficient approach.

Carefully handling the knife, she cut from the wheel two outrageously large chunks, individually as large as an average slice of cake. Within minutes, they were gone, destined to contribute a pound or two to Sophie’s ballooning body. If they were lucky, they’d settle on her breasts or belly; If unlucky, they’d soon find themselves on her rear-end, doomed to spend the remainder of their days serving as an unglorified cushion for the soon-to-be fattest girl east of the Rhine.

“That’s two. One more…” The floor beneath Sophie’s feet creaked as she backed up to survey her options. While she did so, she rubbed her bloated belly. Inside were countless cookies surely singing her praises as they were churned into fat. After all, Sophie was their savior, having valiantly saved them from going stale and being unceremoniously tossed into the garbage.

It seemed appropriate, then, where Sophie’s greedy gaze ended up as it searched for its next victim in need of rescue.

Stale cookies required a bit more gusto when it came to chewing, but they retained their flavor and texture for the most part. Hell, sometimes they’d still be fairly soft on the inside. Moldy cheese was annoying and unsightly, yes, but Sophie had learned from experience that, if you scraped off those splotchy green parts and closed your eyes, the taste was pretty much the same.

But old cake? Old cake was an entirely different level of disgusting. Within hours of sitting out, that soft, fluffy interior would lose its moisture, turning it into a crumbly, dried-out sponge. Even the frosting, once so creamy and delectable, would crust — leaving behind a shadow of its former self.

And as Sophie ogled that tiered chocolate tower, her heart split in twain — A few guests had already left the party, and only a few pieces had so far been enjoyed. The exposed interior, sliced into hours ago, had already begun its transition into a rough, arid wasteland of lost potential.

At this rate, Mia’s masterpiece would be ruined by tomorrow. And Sophie, a true lover of food if there ever was one, would surely regret it forever if she let such a magnificent work of art go to waste.

Sophie’s lips parted to make room for a wistful smile. “This counts as one.”

Too hungry to bother with the crumb-speckled knife sitting nearby, Sophie grabbed two messy handfuls of cake and stuffed her face, inadvertently daubing frosting onto her face as she did so. Her eyelids drooped as she slowly chewed, savoring every subtle facet of the dessert’s rich, chocolatey flavor.

Mouth already overflowing with drool, it wasn’t long before both handfuls were ready to swallow. Before they could even travel halfway down her throat, however, another two handfuls had already been stuffed between Sophie’s frosting-smeared cheeks.

“Mmm…” moaned the rapacious young girl, greedily fattening herself on handful after handful of food made for Mia’s guests. Like a true hog, not once during her feeding frenzy did she consider the needs of others — only her own. In her current mindset, nothing else mattered but ‘eat, eat. eat’. Food was what she wanted, and food was what she’d get.

Loose crumbs, globs of frosting, and the occasional fruity garnish covered her once-pristine uniform, branding the pig with the evidence of her own sin. Such markings, however, were nothing compared to the rest of her.

Her hands, busy snatching handful after handful of fluffy chocolate cake, were completely brown, covered down to her wrists in cake. Her face was somehow worse, every second more hopelessly smeared with food as Sophie gobbled up Mia’s cake as if in a trance.

Sophie ate. She ate, and ate, and ate, pausing only to let out the occasional belch, until less than one third of the three-tiered cake remained. The rest, as you could probably guess, sat inside a swollen, distended stomach which pushed stubbornly against the tight confines of the girl’s already-tight uniform.

“Ahh…” She exhaled with sugar-smelling breath, satisfied at long last. Still lost in her avaricious trance, Sophie placed a hand on her bloated tummy, leaving a brown handprint on the white apron wrapped around her girth. A steady beat plused beneath her palm as blood raced to the overstuffed organ, dying the pudge-padded surface pink as it set out its mission to digest the massive meal.

But her body, as larger and softer as it would soon be, had only so many resources at its disposal. If it were to absorb the thousands of calories it was given in a timely manner, other functions would need to be put on standby. Consciousness, as a matter of fact, was one of those functions, and within seconds of planting her butt onto the floor, Sophie began to nod off.

Images of dancing pastries tiptoed into the girl’s unconscious, twirling about on a giant dinner plate in the sky. They danced freely, laughing with glee as Sophie’s buttocks grew wider, singing as her belly softened, holding hands as her thighs grew closer together.

That was, of course, until Sophie woke up — which she did rather abruptly, thanks to the shrill voice that rattled the kitchen windows.

“I’m going to kill you!”

Eyes flinging open, Sophie yelped, unfortunately not loud enough to mask the meaty fart that forced its way out of her cake-filled guts. “H-Huh?”

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