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The epic re-imagining of this piece of garbage:

What a difference nearly five years can make, huh? Anyway STORYTIME:

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Virginia Maxwell had no idea how much time had passed since her long-time rival (and part-time lover) had tied her to that chair in the dining room, but it must have been hours, if not DAYS. In truth it had only been for most of the morning, but it was an eternity to the chestnut haired drifter. An endless torrent of confection was being shoved down her throat at an alarming rate. At first it was kind of fun. She knew Maya got a kick out of seeing her gorge herself, and while she herself had no interest in it, she was a generous enough lover to enjoy making Maya happy.

But after being force-fed three sheet cakes, she started to worry. Especially since the counter behind the blonde woman still seemed utterly drowned in baked desserts. At first she took it like a champ, figuring the older woman would tire of this soon enough, but then another hour passed and she was still struggling to choke down mouthful after mouthful of chocolate confection and there was no end in sight. Honestly, Virginia wasn't even sure where all that cake was even COMING from.

Noon was rolling around. If she were in any position to try and keep count or remember, Virginia would've realized she was somewhere in the area of forty cakes in, some of them wedding-sized monstrosities, and it was terrible. Her poor stomach dwarfed her normally slight frame, and was still growing by the minute as Maya mindlessly shoveled more and more food into it. In fact, the only think keeping Virginia from thinking that Maya had been replaced with a machine was the slight tremble in her hands, the deepening blush across her face, and the slight droplets of perspiration that said, yes, she was REALLY enjoying this, possibly more than what was healthy.

Well, absolutely more than what was healthy for the younger drifter, at any rate.

Between gulps, Virginia tried once again to dissuade her lover from her mania. "Maya, please..." she gasped, struggling to breath with the sheer amount of volume packed within her. "No more, I'm so ful-" A slice of triple layer chocolate cake was jammed into her mouth.

"Ah, shut up and keep eating already. We've got a lot more cake to shove into that beautiful belly of yours, after all."

With a lot of effort, Virginia swallowed and added another centimeter to the circumference of her massive middle. It was a wonder she hadn't exploded yet, although with the noises and trembling coming from deep within her, she was terrified that it might happen soon enough. She tried to see behind Maya, and while the blond's ample bust was making that kind of difficult (even if Virginia's had now grown even larger), she was able to see that, lo and behold, the endless table of cake was starting to look not-so-endless.

Trapped, and facing a manic fetishist desperate to push her beyond all imaginable limits, Virginia steeled her will. If she could take just a few more cakes, then maybe, maybe...

A loud groan shook her from her thoughts. "Oh look," giggled Maya. "Sounds like you're still hungry!"

Description
The epic re-imagining of this piece of garbage:

What a difference nearly five years can make, huh? Anyway STORYTIME:

--

Virginia Maxwell had no idea how much time had passed since her long-time rival (and part-time lover) had tied her to that chair in the dining room, but it must have been hours, if not DAYS. In truth it had only been for most of the morning, but it was an eternity to the chestnut haired drifter. An endless torrent of confection was being shoved down her throat at an alarming rate. At first it was kind of fun. She knew Maya got a kick out of seeing her gorge herself, and while she herself had no interest in it, she was a generous enough lover to enjoy making Maya happy.

But after being force-fed three sheet cakes, she started to worry. Especially since the counter behind the blonde woman still seemed utterly drowned in baked desserts. At first she took it like a champ, figuring the older woman would tire of this soon enough, but then another hour passed and she was still struggling to choke down mouthful after mouthful of chocolate confection and there was no end in sight. Honestly, Virginia wasn't even sure where all that cake was even COMING from.

Noon was rolling around. If she were in any position to try and keep count or remember, Virginia would've realized she was somewhere in the area of forty cakes in, some of them wedding-sized monstrosities, and it was terrible. Her poor stomach dwarfed her normally slight frame, and was still growing by the minute as Maya mindlessly shoveled more and more food into it. In fact, the only think keeping Virginia from thinking that Maya had been replaced with a machine was the slight tremble in her hands, the deepening blush across her face, and the slight droplets of perspiration that said, yes, she was REALLY enjoying this, possibly more than what was healthy.

Well, absolutely more than what was healthy for the younger drifter, at any rate.

Between gulps, Virginia tried once again to dissuade her lover from her mania. "Maya, please..." she gasped, struggling to breath with the sheer amount of volume packed within her. "No more, I'm so ful-" A slice of triple layer chocolate cake was jammed into her mouth.

"Ah, shut up and keep eating already. We've got a lot more cake to shove into that beautiful belly of yours, after all."

With a lot of effort, Virginia swallowed and added another centimeter to the circumference of her massive middle. It was a wonder she hadn't exploded yet, although with the noises and trembling coming from deep within her, she was terrified that it might happen soon enough. She tried to see behind Maya, and while the blond's ample bust was making that kind of difficult (even if Virginia's had now grown even larger), she was able to see that, lo and behold, the endless table of cake was starting to look not-so-endless.

Trapped, and facing a manic fetishist desperate to push her beyond all imaginable limits, Virginia steeled her will. If she could take just a few more cakes, then maybe, maybe...

A loud groan shook her from her thoughts. "Oh look," giggled Maya. "Sounds like you're still hungry!"