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    Heather woke up on a cold metal platform. There was a metallic looking wire coming from the middle of it. She blinked awake, drowsily, unsure of what was going on around her. She noticed that she was dressed only in a bra, and a tight pair of panties. The last thing she remembered was passing out drunk at a friend’s party. She heard a door open and footsteps below her, but couldn't see anything. There was a spotlight shining on her.
    Looking more at the few things she could see, she noticed a strange shaped plastic bottle with a black rubber tube coming out of it, the top of the bottle was unseen to her.
    “Hello?” She called out. She thought she might have heard a chuckle, but wasn’t sure.   And even if she had she couldn't have proved it was in response to her call. The metal surface she was sat upon was cold and uncomfortable. It was only about 4x3’, which gave her butterflies when she peered over the edge. Nothing past two feet in front of her muzzle was visible, so the poor skinny lioness was forced to assume she was on top of a tower.
    After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, she heard a screeching feedback from above her.
    “Ahem.. Is this thing on? Ye- no? Wait… Hellooooo?” There was a tom-girlish voice that played.
    “You there, white lioness, on the tower, nod for me if you can hear me good.” Heather nodded her head.
    “Good. We should be good now… I think…”
    “Where am I?” Heather asked.
    “What do you mean where are you?” The voice replied.
    “I don’t remember… What is even happening right now?”
    “Haven’t you ever seen ‘Gluttony for Greed’ before?”
    aw piss…
    “I… oh damn… what happened last night…” Heather said to herself.
    “You signed up for this, a couple friends seemed to talk you into it… I was there, I saw it… I’m the host by the way, hi.”
    This man seemed innocent enough.
    “They let me make decisions while drunk off my butt?”
    “You didn’t seem that drunk…”
    “I literally don’t remember anything between two days before yesterday and waking up on this thing a few minutes ago.”
    “Uhhh, Well, we walked you up here about ten minutes ago, raised the platform, then you fell asleep… You aren’t a very social drunk are you?”
    “I don’t wanna talk about it… So… Do I… What do I gotta do here?”
    “Well, in about fifteen minutes, we’re gonna start pumping a maple/chocolate-syrup mixture into that bottle up there, and you're going to drink it out of the black hose you see there, starting from your first gulp, a timer will start, and if you can drink enough for your platform to hit the top of the prize platform, you win big money, a new bass guitar you specifically put down that you wanted as a prize, and a digestion aid to remedy the painful bloated stomach.
    “Ohhhh boy… and… There’s no going back now huh…”
    “There should be nothing to worry about.”
    “This is gonna suck…”
    “Just calm down, and try to swallow the least amount of air as possible. The cash prize is about 50,000 credits. Think of all the things you could buy with that much money!
    Heather was probably in the strangest situation she could have found herself. She wasn’t desperate for money… would admittedly appreciate a new bass, but couldn’t remember the last time she had even been close to bloated. She had once had a contest with her older sister for who could eat a medium sized pizza faster, which had left her with a little bit of a bulge in her stomach, but this sounded crazy. If she had to drink enough to grant her these kind of prizes, she couldn’t imagine how big she’d get.
    “Why syrup?”
    “Honestly, so that you don’t have to drink as much, it’s heavier.”
    Her stomach hurt just thinking about it, when suddenly.
    “Alright ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this month’s “Gluttony for Greed.” This week’s contestant is a thin little lioness from Felix county, she spends her free time playing bass with a band, and illustrating. The prize for the syrup drinking challenge is, a sterling bass guitar, and 50,000 credits.
Heather blinked nervously. She didn’t know how to feel being the center of an internet game show.
“You will have five minutes to swallow down as much syrup as you can until the platform you are sitting on touches the prize cage. You can’t see it, but you’ll know when you get there.
Heather reached up and held the black tube in her paw, sliding it into her muzzle, propped up on her elbows, her eyes widened a little as she watched the brown liquid ooze into the bottle on top of her at an alarming rate. Immediately syrup began to pour into her muzzle.
She felt her cheeks fill and swallowed her first large gulp. The timer began, and she found herself swallowing once again. After a few unsteady, sticky gulps, she managed to begin practically chugging the thick liquid, quickly filling her thin stomach. She closed her eyes as her stomach began to bloat. She opened them again, unable to see past her breasts to her stomach, which was slowly beginning to grow round. She drank and drank, her belly painfully stretching as she gulped, but soon, to her surprise, the platform she was sitting on began to creak, millimeter by millimeter, it began to go down.
Technically she could stop drinking now, and eventually if she moved around enough, it would eventually meet the prize cage, but she knew if she wanted to do it within the timer she would have to keep drinking.
Gulp, after gulp, after gulp, her stomach had begun to show, overtaking her plump bust. She kept drinking, more and more syrup being pushed into her mouth. Her stomach was now grumbling and growling as it was stretched bigger and heavier, the platform now sinking a centimeter or two a second. She stopped for only a second, her cheeks puffed with syrup, she was so full she had no idea when she would be able to move again, but closed her eyes and swallowed everything in her mouth at once in one large gulp, the platform slid down another inch as more syrup filled her mouth. Swallowing, and swallowing again, and again, and again, her stomach now the size of a large beach ball, the platform was steadily lowering. There was about three minutes left on the clock.
“Wow! It looks like this kitty can really take the syrup, she’s nearly half way, and with plenty of time to spare.
Gulp, Gulp, Gulp. She could hear her stomach slosh as she filled it, She stopped again, for only a few seconds to moan, sliding one of her skinny legs forward, placing a paw on her stomach. Gulp, Gulp, Gulp. She couldn’t take it any more… she figured, she would swallow one last mouthful, and hope she reached the prize in time, for she couldn’t move any more. Gulp… But she forgot… She couldn’t just stop the syrup flow, if she took the hose out of her mouth, it would spill all over her body. Gulp… She couldn’t take it any more, her belly was the size of a small yoga ball, but the hose filled her mouth yet again. Gulp… The hose was nearly tight, She heaved herself upright, her heavy stomach pressing to the cold metal. G-gulp!
Every gulp strained her stomach further, causing her that much more pain. She was absolutely sure she was going to pop, until. CLANK.
Her eyes opened wide. She did it! Syrup stopped flowing into the bottle but… she was forced to finish swallowing what was left… meaning… that was at the very least, one entire gallon she had to swallow down. The show had already stopped, but she did not want a sticky mess all over herself. She closed her eyes and swallowed, mouthful, after mouthful, after mouthful, until there was no more that drained into her mouth. She laid flat on her back and moaned, her stomach sloshing loudly as she did so.

Description

    Heather woke up on a cold metal platform. There was a metallic looking wire coming from the middle of it. She blinked awake, drowsily, unsure of what was going on around her. She noticed that she was dressed only in a bra, and a tight pair of panties. The last thing she remembered was passing out drunk at a friend’s party. She heard a door open and footsteps below her, but couldn't see anything. There was a spotlight shining on her.
    Looking more at the few things she could see, she noticed a strange shaped plastic bottle with a black rubber tube coming out of it, the top of the bottle was unseen to her.
    “Hello?” She called out. She thought she might have heard a chuckle, but wasn’t sure.   And even if she had she couldn't have proved it was in response to her call. The metal surface she was sat upon was cold and uncomfortable. It was only about 4x3’, which gave her butterflies when she peered over the edge. Nothing past two feet in front of her muzzle was visible, so the poor skinny lioness was forced to assume she was on top of a tower.
    After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, she heard a screeching feedback from above her.
    “Ahem.. Is this thing on? Ye- no? Wait… Hellooooo?” There was a tom-girlish voice that played.
    “You there, white lioness, on the tower, nod for me if you can hear me good.” Heather nodded her head.
    “Good. We should be good now… I think…”
    “Where am I?” Heather asked.
    “What do you mean where are you?” The voice replied.
    “I don’t remember… What is even happening right now?”
    “Haven’t you ever seen ‘Gluttony for Greed’ before?”
    aw piss…
    “I… oh damn… what happened last night…” Heather said to herself.
    “You signed up for this, a couple friends seemed to talk you into it… I was there, I saw it… I’m the host by the way, hi.”
    This man seemed innocent enough.
    “They let me make decisions while drunk off my butt?”
    “You didn’t seem that drunk…”
    “I literally don’t remember anything between two days before yesterday and waking up on this thing a few minutes ago.”
    “Uhhh, Well, we walked you up here about ten minutes ago, raised the platform, then you fell asleep… You aren’t a very social drunk are you?”
    “I don’t wanna talk about it… So… Do I… What do I gotta do here?”
    “Well, in about fifteen minutes, we’re gonna start pumping a maple/chocolate-syrup mixture into that bottle up there, and you're going to drink it out of the black hose you see there, starting from your first gulp, a timer will start, and if you can drink enough for your platform to hit the top of the prize platform, you win big money, a new bass guitar you specifically put down that you wanted as a prize, and a digestion aid to remedy the painful bloated stomach.
    “Ohhhh boy… and… There’s no going back now huh…”
    “There should be nothing to worry about.”
    “This is gonna suck…”
    “Just calm down, and try to swallow the least amount of air as possible. The cash prize is about 50,000 credits. Think of all the things you could buy with that much money!
    Heather was probably in the strangest situation she could have found herself. She wasn’t desperate for money… would admittedly appreciate a new bass, but couldn’t remember the last time she had even been close to bloated. She had once had a contest with her older sister for who could eat a medium sized pizza faster, which had left her with a little bit of a bulge in her stomach, but this sounded crazy. If she had to drink enough to grant her these kind of prizes, she couldn’t imagine how big she’d get.
    “Why syrup?”
    “Honestly, so that you don’t have to drink as much, it’s heavier.”
    Her stomach hurt just thinking about it, when suddenly.
    “Alright ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this month’s “Gluttony for Greed.” This week’s contestant is a thin little lioness from Felix county, she spends her free time playing bass with a band, and illustrating. The prize for the syrup drinking challenge is, a sterling bass guitar, and 50,000 credits.
Heather blinked nervously. She didn’t know how to feel being the center of an internet game show.
“You will have five minutes to swallow down as much syrup as you can until the platform you are sitting on touches the prize cage. You can’t see it, but you’ll know when you get there.
Heather reached up and held the black tube in her paw, sliding it into her muzzle, propped up on her elbows, her eyes widened a little as she watched the brown liquid ooze into the bottle on top of her at an alarming rate. Immediately syrup began to pour into her muzzle.
She felt her cheeks fill and swallowed her first large gulp. The timer began, and she found herself swallowing once again. After a few unsteady, sticky gulps, she managed to begin practically chugging the thick liquid, quickly filling her thin stomach. She closed her eyes as her stomach began to bloat. She opened them again, unable to see past her breasts to her stomach, which was slowly beginning to grow round. She drank and drank, her belly painfully stretching as she gulped, but soon, to her surprise, the platform she was sitting on began to creak, millimeter by millimeter, it began to go down.
Technically she could stop drinking now, and eventually if she moved around enough, it would eventually meet the prize cage, but she knew if she wanted to do it within the timer she would have to keep drinking.
Gulp, after gulp, after gulp, her stomach had begun to show, overtaking her plump bust. She kept drinking, more and more syrup being pushed into her mouth. Her stomach was now grumbling and growling as it was stretched bigger and heavier, the platform now sinking a centimeter or two a second. She stopped for only a second, her cheeks puffed with syrup, she was so full she had no idea when she would be able to move again, but closed her eyes and swallowed everything in her mouth at once in one large gulp, the platform slid down another inch as more syrup filled her mouth. Swallowing, and swallowing again, and again, and again, her stomach now the size of a large beach ball, the platform was steadily lowering. There was about three minutes left on the clock.
“Wow! It looks like this kitty can really take the syrup, she’s nearly half way, and with plenty of time to spare.
Gulp, Gulp, Gulp. She could hear her stomach slosh as she filled it, She stopped again, for only a few seconds to moan, sliding one of her skinny legs forward, placing a paw on her stomach. Gulp, Gulp, Gulp. She couldn’t take it any more… she figured, she would swallow one last mouthful, and hope she reached the prize in time, for she couldn’t move any more. Gulp… But she forgot… She couldn’t just stop the syrup flow, if she took the hose out of her mouth, it would spill all over her body. Gulp… She couldn’t take it any more, her belly was the size of a small yoga ball, but the hose filled her mouth yet again. Gulp… The hose was nearly tight, She heaved herself upright, her heavy stomach pressing to the cold metal. G-gulp!
Every gulp strained her stomach further, causing her that much more pain. She was absolutely sure she was going to pop, until. CLANK.
Her eyes opened wide. She did it! Syrup stopped flowing into the bottle but… she was forced to finish swallowing what was left… meaning… that was at the very least, one entire gallon she had to swallow down. The show had already stopped, but she did not want a sticky mess all over herself. She closed her eyes and swallowed, mouthful, after mouthful, after mouthful, until there was no more that drained into her mouth. She laid flat on her back and moaned, her stomach sloshing loudly as she did so.