Chapter 4 - morning after

Ilsa woke up with a pounding headache. She sat up and realized her clothes were missing and she didn't recognize the couch.

"What the hell?" she said quietly. She heard music and could smell someone was cooking which lured her to the kitchen. Wrapped in the blanket, she tiptoed to see just who it was that she'd gone home with. She found a table set and Mark with his back to her singing along softly. Memories from last night started to trickle in and she grew red with embarrassment. Ilsa tried to sneak back off to find her clothes when Mark caught her.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Ilsa jumped and turned to face him.
"Good morning. You sing really well." she said sheepishly.

"Thank you, I'm sure you're not feeling so hot. If you go down the hall and through the first door on the left, there's some pain killers and a shirt you can wear if you'd like. Ilsa thanked Mark and headed down the hall. Her belly was slightly curved out but still flat and her long black hair needed a brush but she was not much more worse for wear. She took the painkillers and drank a couple glasses of water before pulling on the oversized t-shirt. It was a college shirt from UC Davis. Ilsa ran her fingers through her hair and washed her face. When she came back out, the table held a variety of breakfast foods and two tall glasses of a shake.

"I wasn't sure what you liked so I made a little of everything. I figured a protein boost would help if you didn't have the stomach for anything else."

"This all looks delicious, thank you! I am kinda hungry." Ilsa said as she sat down. She brought the glass to her lips and took a big gulp. She'd never had a protein shake before but this was delicious. It was not too sweet, creamy, with a nutty flavor and it was exactly what she needed. She finished the glass and Mark offered her another which she accepted. They both started serving their plates, grabbing a little of everything. Ilsa was surprised at just how wonderful everything tasted. It was as if she'd never had food before. Every bite was full of flavor, every sip of the shake was delicious, and before she knew she was refilling her plate and eating with abandon. She felt possessed, and starved. She shyly looked up when she caught herself but Mark just smiled and nodded in approval while also grabbing a few extra pieces of toast and bacon.

Ilsa was surprised but her stomach called and she continued to eat until her second plate was done. She was stuffed and uncomfortable but the oversized shirt hid her bloated tummy. He eyes began to droop with exhaustion as she made an effort to stay awake but eventually laid her head down to rest. Before she passed out, she felt Mark pick her up and move her to his bed. She was almost out when she thought she heard him say "that's right, good piggy" before succumbing to sleep.

Mark waited a few minutes until Ilsa was gently snoring before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture. Ilsa's stomach was a small dome and he was pleased with the results of the shake. The first glass held appetite stimulants, caffeine, a few drops of nicotine, and a half cup of potent weight gain syrup which was blended up with heavy cream and weight gain powder. The second glass changed out the stimulants with sleep meds but was just as calorie dense. He smirked before heading to jump in the shower.

"It's all coming together" he thought.