chapter 5 : indulgence

Sarya quickly found herself sitting by the counter like most lonely patrons at the inn. She jumped eagerly on a bar stool, her wide and soft bottom landing on the seat with a thud, while her large bosom bounced so heavily it almost knocked down the free cider cup that was just slid by the young tavern maid in front of her. She wasn’t used to have her body wobble and sway so much, she would need some time to adjust to be so voluptuous, she thought. Her clumsy attempt at acrobatics didn’t went too badly considering her added curves, but she needed to forget about her older ways before she made a fool of herself. There was already two dozen eyes set on her buxom figure with the small commotion she made, and she could tell most of them couldn’t move away from her round ass cheeks, which were properly swallowing the stool with their abundant flesh. The tavern maid also couldn’t help but stare at Sarya overflowing neckline, the well fed ex-thief cleavage so deep and generous it was quite the unusual sight. The lithe blonde girl was almost intimidated by this unusually busty ‘’noble’’, her gaze so overwhelmed by the bouncing mounds she didn’t noticed the large friendly dimpled smile glued on Sarya’s face.

Blushing a little with embarrassment, the pretty young fence gently tapped on the counter’s wood to help the maid snap out of her trance, and with a soft and pleasing voice, she quietly began ordering the food she wanted to taste. At first, it seemed like Sayra was aiming for an hearty meal by combining smaller portions, but it slowly became obvious that the girl was treating herself with a literal feast, her ever growing list of items only ending when she more or less went through the menu of the Three Calices. Once all of this would be ready, it would be enough to feed a whole family of five, and feed them well. The fact that Sarya even considered engulfing all of these meats and pastries was almost obscene, but the Weasel was as curious as she was hungry, and she couldn’t even consider showing some moderation when all this was available. Maybe once she tasted it, she would manage to regain some level of self-control?

As the plates began to appear in front of the busty and plump ex-urchin, Sarya let out a pleased giggle and began indulging, her hungry pampered tummy unable to wait any longer. She picked a small piece of what seemed like spiced sausage, glimmering under the candle lights with a glaze of fat and honey sauce. As soon as the meat touched her tongue, the voluptuous girl was left stunned by the flavour, even letting out an involuntary moan of pure bliss as she chewed on the tender, sweet, spiced charcuterie. She couldn’t believe her sense, this couldn’t be food. It must have been some sort of magic trick, a spell maybe? How could a simple sausage have so many flavours, such texture? Sarya caught herself licking some sauce at the corner of her lush mouth, biting her plump lower lip as a second wave of hedonistic bliss swarmed over her. No, this was real. Before long, she reached for a second bite, eating faster and faster, her hands moving her fork with enthusiasm to taste the numerous meals she ordered from the kitchens.

The thin blonde tavern maid, who was going by the name of Lucy, watched in awe at the spectacle of Sarya’s unbridled decadence. She couldn’t believe a young damsel would indulge in such a display of gluttony, especially not in public. This brunette was already pretty thick around the middle, didn’t she had no shame at all? Lucy caught herself moving a slender hand over her own stomach, her fingers feeling her flat and toned midsection, with only the slightest touch of softness around her navel. She couldn’t image what it was to have such a bulging tummy, so plump it curved outward with its excess of flesh. Still, she couldn’t really brag about the enormity of her bosom, unlike this glutton sitting at the counter. Maybe this busty damsel was well aware of the damage she was doing to her figure, but wanted to grow her charms even more, no matter the cost. Lucy wasn’t sure if big breasted ladies were in fashion in upper society. She certainly didn’t mind the view anyways, she thought with a shy smirk. Still, she worried the young girl’s dress might not take much more strain. She could almost hear the fabric groan, the seams stretched to their limit by all this overfed curves.

Sarya was indeed getting in dangerous territories in regard to her dress’ tightness. Her plump belly was getting properly stuffed by this huge meal. She started to slow down with a disappointed frown. The hedonistic orphan was irritated she couldn’t indulge more, despite having already eaten what should have been enough to feed three of her former self, when she was still a skinny little thing. She couldn’t help it. No matter how good the food was, she was simply too full to enjoy it anymore. She also felt a little weird around the belly, a strange tightness making her uncomfortable. Unable to glance past her large bosom, Sarya couldn’t see that her dress was tightly wrapped around her bulging tummy, making the decadent curve of her round stomach painfully obvious to any bystanders. From the side, the overfed ex-thief appeared so thick her belly was bulging on her lap as she sat on the stool. The seams were holding to their dear life, but the high quality of the dress made it too tough to rip yet. Instead, Sarya just looked cramped in her own clothes, her agility reduced to nothing as she clumsily stood from the counter, done with her meal.

Standing in precarious balance, her bosom bouncing from her unsteady movement, the curly brunette downed a cup of cider to help the food go down, and paid a properly blushing Lucy, who was astonished by the sheer gluttony of this strange girl. Still, the thin tavern maid hoped it wasn’t the last time she would see this new customer. In all honesty, she couldn’t keep her eyes away from her broad and cushy backside as she walked out into the street, the voluptuous shape of her tightly wrapped bum having nothing to envy to the massive bosom she spent the last hour glancing at. Lucy hoped the plump girl would be fine, her dress seemed so awfully tight.