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Diana fidgeted in her chair. She sat at the end of a banquet table that seemed to stretch a quarter mile from her seat. The golden walls extended high above her head, the heavy double doors at the end of the hall covering the approaching echo of footsteps. They sounded like high heels.  Diana's long, slender fingers moved her brown hair behind her ears as her breath caught in her chest.  There was a deafening clack and heavy structural groans as the large double doors opened.  A curvaceous silhouette stood in the frame for a moment before beginning her sauntering stroll over to Diana, still seated at the head of the table. The first thing Diana noticed was the woman's fiery red hair. Flames seemed to flow from her head as she made her way down the length of the table, tracing a long thin finger across its edge.  The mysterious woman loomed over Diana, her full-yet-slender shadow draped across her. “What do we have here?” the woman mused, a sinister smile in her voice. “M-ma’am?” Diana choked. “Please,” the woman teased. “Call me ‘Madame.” Diana gulped, a visible swallow that slid down her skinny throat. “You look famished.” The Madame clapped her hands twice. Unseen staff placed three entrees in front of Diana, whose eyes went wide from the sudden display of delicacies.  A sixteen-inch pizza flourished with vivid reds and dashes of greens. A tower of burgers, its summit nestled in thin and crispy fries. An ornate serving bowl of banana pudding. Diana licked her lips. “Don’t be shy, my dear,” The Madame’s voice flowed. “Dig in.” Diana grabbed the top burger on a pile of burgers and took a deep bite from it, juices trickling from the edges of her lips. A soul-deep moan of pleasure emanated from her mouth as she chewed, her eyes closed to avoid any other unnecessary senses. Taste had taken priority. “Is it good?” The Madame smiled. “Mm-hmm,” Diana grunted, lost in the ecstasy of flavor. “Good,” The Madame cooed, leaning in and scooping up a heaping spoonful of the rich banana pudding. She brought it to Diana’s awaiting open mouth. The Madame took a large bite from the spoon, the swirling sweetness gliding over her electric tastebuds. She closed her eyes in euphoric pleasure, giving a positive grunt of approval. She opened her mouth again for the next bite… Next bite? The Madame opened her eyes. She was sitting at the head of the lengthy banquet table. And…wait…she was looking up at…herself? Sitting on the edge of the table, her slender legs crossed, The Madame’s smile shone down upon her as she held a second spoonful of dessert. “Wait…” the Madame in the chair said, confused. She tried to get her bearings but found her mind foggy. “What’s the matter, Madame?” The Madame on the table teased. “Worried about becoming…bigger?” She pushed the banana pudding into the seated Madame’s mouth. Madame closed her eyes and savored the bite again, unable to stop herself from moaning. When she opened her eyes again, another woman was above her. “Hello, Madame,” this strange new woman said. Her dark, luscious, curly hair framed her strong, ethnically ambiguous facial features. “It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you.” The Madame’s eyes went wide as she gulped. “You’re…you…” was all she could stammer. “I see the feeling’s mutual,” the woman smiled. She fed her some more banana pudding, which The Madame eagerly ate. “You played a significant role in bringing me back from the edge of obscurity,” the woman explained in a low voice, as if to try and maintain some privacy from the roaming help that, until now, had been placing new dishes and meals along the table unnoticed. “I owe you. Big.” Another bite for the nervous Madame. “It was my intention to make you my right-hand woman as we spread our influence across this world,” the woman fed The Madame again. The Madame’s blouse had begun to restrict against her swelling figure, its buttons straining. “But then you went and got high on your own supply,” the woman said, playfully pouting while feeding The Madame another bite. A button popped and landed in a bowl of creamy gelato a few feet down the table. The Madame’s face went red, nearly matching the shade of her hair. Her rounded flesh began to expand through the gap, pushing more buttons off. “To live so fully as both a feeder and feedee is such a rare feat, I have to say…” the woman set the spoon aside and hefted the serving bowl of the remaining banana pudding. She handed it to The Madame, who licked her lips expectantly. The Madame took a hold of the bowl with both arms, throwing her face into it, slurping up the rest of the creamy confection. “...I’m so proud of you,” the woman smiled, beaming down at the gluttonous Madame. The building pressure in The Madame’s middle from her fattening body was running out of room to continue spreading. It gathered at the base of her spine and pushed against the inside of her ballooning ass. With a whimpering grunt, The Madame pushed the pressure out of her ass as it loudly announced its arrival. ~~~ The Madame’s eyelids tickled and her vision fluttered to life. As her mind transitioned into a newly woken state, she heard the end of the flatulence that had stirred her awake. She felt a familiar weight that she had briefly dispensed of in her dream. Her massive body filled the bariatric bed as she came to in the living room of her dormitory on the 9th floor of Bellevue Tower.  She shifted a bit to try and get up, but forfeited after three attempts. Yep: still immobile. Her dream was a welcome respite from her current reality where she lived with the consequences of her lifestyle. Being such a prolific feeder, whose power grew along with her victims, she had flown too close to the sun and as a result was now grounded. Permanently.  The Madame heard her fridge shut behind her. Unable to look behind her, she turned her head slightly, feeling her cheeks and chins press against her, and asked into the (supposed to be) empty apartment: “Who’s there?” Unmistakable footsteps of a woman not unlike herself approached her from behind. As she came into view, The Madame wasn’t completely surprised to see the woman from her dream, holding a pitcher filled with an off-white, milky substance. “My Queen Adephagia…” The Madame said, lowering her eyes. “You have no need to display such fealty, my dear. Please raise your gaze to me,” Adephagia comforted. The Madame’s fat face slowly rose, revealing a shameful expression. Adephagia set down the pitcher. “Aww, what’s wrong, my love?” Adephagia stroked The Madame’s hair, which had apparently been well kept by the staff here. “I failed you,” The Madame whimpered, on the edge of tears. A fart purred from her fattened form. Adephagia placed a gentle finger under The Madame’s chin to get her to meet her eyes. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I couldn’t have survived without you.” Adephagia smiled. The Madame smiled in turn.  “Now,” Adephagia began and turned to heft the pitcher in her hands. “Drink this. And complete your journey. Claim your reward after your dedication to me and for feeding my power, paving the way for my resurrection.” She handed the pitcher to The Madame’s chubby hands, the burgeoning blubber of her enormous, pillowy arms flattening against her massive breasts. The Madame licked her plump lips and raised the pitcher against her mouth. The sweet fattening slop flowed into her maw and down her fat gullet. She chugged and chugged, loud gulps pulsating from her thick throat. Adephagia smiled proudly upon her favorite follower like a supportive mother. The Madame’s obese body seemed to slowly swell even fatter as her body struggled to catch up processing the flood of new calories she had just ingested. Adephagia’s almond eyes glanced up at the digital readout above The Madame’s head, watching the number tick upward. 996. 997. 998. 999… 1000.  One. Thousand. Pounds. Gasping for air and dropping the pitcher to the floor, a powerful blast exploded from beneath The Madame, muffled by her mass, her ass groaning from being overstuffed. Adephagia seductively fanned her nose before slow-clapping for The Madame. “I’ll be back to check on you, my sweet, sweet, Madame. Enjoy your time upstairs.” And with that, she faded away into the ether, dissolving into the world around her, like cream in coffee. Then, there was a knock at The Madame’s door. “Madame Bigger?” a woman’s voice came from behind the door.  The double doors opened and a staff member led four others into The Madame's room. “We got your weight notification!" The lead staff member declared, smiling as if she was awarding a blue ribbon. "We are here to help transfer you to the Tenth Floor." The Madame smiled weakly as another muffled fart billowed from her bulbous ass.