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Jenna came out of her daze on the couch. The last thing she could remember clearly was taking the first bite of food from the plate. The rest of it had felt like a dream from which she couldn’t quite make out any details. She glanced back over at the kitchen, which surprisingly looked spotless. The plate (see: serving tray) was still on the counter, but it looked like it had been cleaned off. That’s when a little bit of the memory of what happened came back to her. She hadn’t cleaned off the plate, at least not with soap and water. She had inhaled all of the food on it and licked it clean.

Now, when one usually uses the word “inhaled” to describe the eating of food, that usually conjures up the image of a quickly and excitedly eaten meal. In this instance, the term is more to imply that Jenna barely chewed and pretty much just swallowed each individual item one after another. The whole event lasted less than 5 minutes, and would have stunned competitive eating judges.

She started trying to get up when she found out the other part of her dilemma: her stomach was now much bigger than it had been before the start of her meal. “Now that I think about it, that was probably enough calories to last an average person a week,” she mumbled. She tried to get up but with the added exhaustion from having worked out, she could barely budge the engorged mass her stomach had become. “Well shit,” she thought, “at least I’m not going to starve to death or anything.” She reflected on her attempt at working out, trying to critically analyze how she did overall. “I think I ate an exponentially larger amount of calories than I burned here,” she thought, “As far as trying to lose weight goes, I’d say today was a failure. This is going to be a bit harder than I thought.”

She rolled onto her side — an action which her stomach took as its opportunity to lean over the edge of the couch — and gave a resigned sigh as she slowly started to massage her gut. A pained look ran across her face for a moment as she massaged the absolute unit that her stomach had become. While she loathed the fact that her body had taken over completely and stuffed her to the point where she more closely resembled a squishmallow than a person, she had to admit that the lack of control for once was somewhat freeing. For that brief period, she was back to not caring about her weight but even more so than ever before. “I hope this doesn’t happen again,” she thought to herself. It will.

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Another long one to close this out. I hope everyone enjoyed this series! If you’ve read this far you’re probably biased on the question already, but do you enjoy the stories alongside the art or think that they’re extraneous? I’m debating whether to continue doing multi-scene sequences/stories or focus more on the individual renders. Any input would be welcome!

Description
Jenna came out of her daze on the couch. The last thing she could remember clearly was taking the first bite of food from the plate. The rest of it had felt like a dream from which she couldn’t quite make out any details. She glanced back over at the kitchen, which surprisingly looked spotless. The plate (see: serving tray) was still on the counter, but it looked like it had been cleaned off. That’s when a little bit of the memory of what happened came back to her. She hadn’t cleaned off the plate, at least not with soap and water. She had inhaled all of the food on it and licked it clean.

Now, when one usually uses the word “inhaled” to describe the eating of food, that usually conjures up the image of a quickly and excitedly eaten meal. In this instance, the term is more to imply that Jenna barely chewed and pretty much just swallowed each individual item one after another. The whole event lasted less than 5 minutes, and would have stunned competitive eating judges.

She started trying to get up when she found out the other part of her dilemma: her stomach was now much bigger than it had been before the start of her meal. “Now that I think about it, that was probably enough calories to last an average person a week,” she mumbled. She tried to get up but with the added exhaustion from having worked out, she could barely budge the engorged mass her stomach had become. “Well shit,” she thought, “at least I’m not going to starve to death or anything.” She reflected on her attempt at working out, trying to critically analyze how she did overall. “I think I ate an exponentially larger amount of calories than I burned here,” she thought, “As far as trying to lose weight goes, I’d say today was a failure. This is going to be a bit harder than I thought.”

She rolled onto her side — an action which her stomach took as its opportunity to lean over the edge of the couch — and gave a resigned sigh as she slowly started to massage her gut. A pained look ran across her face for a moment as she massaged the absolute unit that her stomach had become. While she loathed the fact that her body had taken over completely and stuffed her to the point where she more closely resembled a squishmallow than a person, she had to admit that the lack of control for once was somewhat freeing. For that brief period, she was back to not caring about her weight but even more so than ever before. “I hope this doesn’t happen again,” she thought to herself. It will.

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Another long one to close this out. I hope everyone enjoyed this series! If you’ve read this far you’re probably biased on the question already, but do you enjoy the stories alongside the art or think that they’re extraneous? I’m debating whether to continue doing multi-scene sequences/stories or focus more on the individual renders. Any input would be welcome!