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The Witch and the Pantry

By Victor Waite

20-07-14

A Commission for RedHunter337

Siffera, Screa, and Victoria belong to RedHunter337

A pair of adventurers agree to investigate why ingredients have been going missing in a baker's pantry cave. Will they find the culprit, or will they join the missing goods?

Content Warning: This story is intended for Adult readers and contains a Female Viper, a Female Kobold, a Female Reshiram, Magically Addictive Food, Feeding, Stuffing, Belly Growth, Hindered Mobility, Teasing, Breast Growth

The sounds of the village faded into the distance as Siffera and Screa approached the surrounding woods, allowing the songs of nature to fill the air unimpeded. The songs of birds and rustling of leaves filled the empty ambiance, painting the colorful, living forest around them. Civilization further faded from their perceptions with each step along the dirt path, until finally wilderness enclosed them entirely. Screa's hand drifted to the pommel of her sword as the verdant canopy filtered out the warm sun above, and Siffera opened her senses to possible dangers. The smaller kobold's steps slowed as her gaze wandered, vigilant for whatever perils might be laying in wait. While not the most threatening place in the world, the predators lurking just beyond the world's comforts couldn't be discounted entirely. Her footfalls stopped entirely when she peered into a particularly suspicious shadow, and she nearly jumped from her scales when Siffera drew her back to reality.

"Screa," she called. "Don't fall too far behind."

The kobold placed a claw over her chest and caught her breath, then returned to the viper's side. "Sorry, I thought I saw something."

The viper scanned her surroundings. "Maybe it was just a squirrel," she suggested. "But we're almost there in any case."

Screa let out a breath. "Who lives out here anyway?"

The viper shrugged. "I don't know, but whoever they are, they've got a lot of gold to throw around."

The kobold nodded in agreement. "Almost makes it worth hiking all the way out here."

"It wasn't that far."

The pair gathered the rest of their stamina and trudged down the path, and to their mutual relief, their directions proved accurate. The forest parted into an idyllic clearing, opening into a pasture brimming with flowers and herbs. The blooming plants covered every vibrant and verdant hue nature had to offer, culminating into a scene fit for a master's painting. In the middle of the field stood a house built from the surrounding trees. Siffera checked and double checked her notes to make sure they had the right place, and there was no mistaking it. The mission letter described the house in perfect detail, from its ornate facade to its intricate windows to the details inlaid in its siding. Siffera briefly wondered why the villagers neglected to mention the hideaway, though Screa broke her pondering with a wild run. The kobold rushed for the house without a second thought, leaving Siffera to sprint and catch up to her.

"We're gonna be rich!"

"Screa! Wait!" Siffera shouted.

The kobold couldn't be stopped however, and the horned viper gave chase.

Glittering motes of pollen and petals scattered in Screa's wake, filling the air with surprisingly pleasant scents. Siffera shielded her eyes and brushed the free flying plants from her hood, keeping her from catching up to her companion. Screa reached the cabin long before her, and a grin spread across the kobold's snout while she watched Siffera struggle to catch up. She hardly heard the front door creak open behind her, and she failed to notice the concern in Siffera's eyes. She did however see the viper's hood spread, spurring her to look over her shoulder and behold the cabin's keeper. The strength drained from the kobold's legs as she looked up to the comparatively towering reshiram. The cabin's owner returned her look with one of appraisal, sizing up the uninvited guest with something between curiosity and hunger. Screa took a step back out of reflex and reached for her sword, but didn't draw it. Instead, the two stared each other down. The cabin's keeper out-sized Screa in nearly every quantifiable metric, from her plush belly to her generous chest. Her meager wrappings exposed her snowy fur and dark mark markings, highlighting the streak curled around her belly button in particular. Her expression softened as she waved a lock of black hair from her snout, and her posture relaxed once Siffera stepped up and placed a hand on Screa's shoulder.

"Sorry for bothering you," Siffera began. "But would you happen to be Victoria?"

"I might be," she answered. "What brings you out here?"

Siffera presented a packet of papers. "We're here to help with your problem, provided it hasn't been solved already."

Victoria smiled. "Ahh, excellent. Sorry for the chilly reception, you can't be too careful living out here by yourself. Please, come inside and I'll give you the details."

The reshiram stepped back and invited the two in with a gesture, ushering them in with a wave of her hand. Screa entered first and Siffera followed, nearly bumping into her when the kobold abruptly stopped. The viper avoided her companion with a swift side step, only to be rooted in place by the site of their patron's home. The outside of the cabin hinted at candied theme, the inside drove it home. Delicious scents of pastries and desserts filled the room, drifting from the kitchen and saturating the space. The reshiram's living room carried a sweet and soft theme, as if each piece of furniture had been painstakingly baked a d shaped by hand. Cushions resembling creme floated on woven cinnamon wicker, arranged in a circle around a crystalline hunk of rock candy. Siffera and Screa cautiously shuffled around the seats and between cabinets filled with edible art, until their host directed them to sit. The pair sank into pillowy pastry softness as Victoria took the seat opposite of them. Once the trio settled, Victoria reached into an alcove in the candy table and produced a map, then spread it across the glittering surface.

"I have a cave nearby, where I keep most of my ingredients," Victoria explained. "Lately, too much has been turning up missing. I'm not sure who or what is raiding my pantry, but I need you two to figure that out and deal with it for me."

Siffera nodded and took notes on her mission sheet. "Do you have any idea who or what might be behind it? What can we expect?"

Victoria smirked. "Nothing too much I would expect. Maybe the odd animal or bandit? The pantry isn't much more than a shallow cave, so you won't be finding any dragons in there, if that's what you're worried about."

"Sounds reasonable. On the chance we luck out and catch them in act, we'll bring them back to you. If not, we'll find out what's going on."

"Thank you," Victoria offered. "Normally I'd handle this myself, but I'm too busy at the moment to give this problem the attention it needs."

As if on cue, a bell rattled in the kitchen and announced the completion of a cake.

"Excuse me, but I need to get that before it burns." Victoria rose from her seat and dashed from the room, leaving the two adventurers to consider their plan of attack.

Siffera and Screa looked at each other for a moment and shrugged. "I think we have everything we need, so we'll be on our way."

Siffera and Screa excused themselves from the cabin and found their bearings. Fortunately, the journey to the cave in question was far shorter than their initial hike, and the pair set on their way. They circled Victoria's home and found a faint path leading into the woods, and the scents of fresh cookies and treats faded as they approached the tree-line. Screa stayed in Siffera's shadow as they traced the light line of dirt, keeping her senses open for dangers all the while. Her hand never drifted far from her sword, though luckily she found no reason to draw it. The only sounds that broke the uneasy silence were those of their footsteps, a fact that fostered curiosity in both the kobold and viper. The songs of birds were suspiciously absent, and neither had seen a critter of any kind scurry by. The suspect solitude put them on edge until they reached a towering cliff side. A pair of pillars carved into its surface marked their destination, and the pair shared a sigh of relief as they surveyed the entrance.

The carvings surrounding the alcove matched the style of those on Victoria's house, leaving no question Siffera and Screa were in the right place. A sniff of the air doubly confirmed that fact, filling their senses with the sweet smell of sugars and spices. A single waft was enough to remind them of their skipped meal. Screa suggested taking a break and addressing the issue before they pressed on, but Siffera declined. The viper wanted to explore the cave before they let their guard down, and if it was as shallow as Victoria said, it wouldn't take long. The kobold reluctantly agreed, and the pair crept into the darkness. Siffera took the lead and flung her senses ahead, while Screa lit a torch and ensured nothing snuck up behind them. As they explored the crevice, the possibility of an ambush dwindled to nothing. The passage's smooth walls left no place to hide, and there were no alcoves or offshoots form the main path. Their focus frayed as their guard softened with their progress, until the growls of their stomachs echoed against the rocks. Siffera rested a hand across her stomach and her paced quickened, and she reached the end of the cave just a few steps later.

The viper's eyes strained against the darkness until Screa caught up, and they froze in unison with what her torch revealed. The passage opened into a round chamber with a multitude of shelves carved into its walls. Wooden signs designated ingredient types and families, each of which carried a distinct, delicious scent. The sensory symphony blended together in a cloud that threatened to overwhelm the two of them, stoking their appetites to unbearable levels. Siffera clapped a hand on Screa's shoulder and only just fought back the urge to clean the cave out herself, and the kobold similarly resisted the temptation. The viper rubbed her face and mentally gathered herself, then scanned the chamber for any clues regarding the robber. Regular pulses of light from glowing crystals of rock candy cast intimidating shadows across the tiny warehouse as they searched, reacting to their presence as they passed. She broke a crystal free and swung it about like an improvised torch, leaving Screa to cover the other half of the room. The pair salivated over the delectable scenery and put their impulse control to the test, until they checked every shelf and box. Screa returned to the room's entrance and leaned against the stone while Siffera finished up, contemplating which items Victoria may not notice missing.

Unfortunately for the viper, her search proved more fruitful than her counterpart's. A peculiar rock candy formation on the wall caught her attention, too clean and cut to be natural. She cocked her head to the side and reached out to touch it, only for the small spires to recoil on contact. A stack of boxes toppled and a set of shelves collapsed as the cave shook, revealing an imposing, glowing statue. A series of runes and sigils decorated its surface, adorning the dormant guardian in ornate protection. A few cautious tapped confirmed it was solid through and through, though that fact raised more questions than it answered. Those thoughts fell from Siffera's mind when she gazed into the statue's eyes, however, spurring them to blaze to life and return her look. An empty moment hung in the air while the two beheld each other, until it lurched away from the wall. Siffera stumbled and fell to her rear, narrowly dodging the rock candy construct's lunge but leaving her vulnerable. The guardian acted before she even thought to get up, stomping its foot to the hard floor. Glowing cracks lanced out from its heel like lightning bolts, from which sweet spires erupted in the next instant. They crissed and crossed over each other when they reached Siffera, trapping her ankles and wrists to the ground. Screa drew her sword and leapt into the battle, though the golem was more than prepared for her interference.

The construct reached back and gestured at a packed shelf, calling its contents into its hand. Swirls of sugar and flower and spice twisted through the air at its command, blending together into a singular mass. Its fingers illuminated with warmth and swiftly baked the proto-pastry, turning it to a delectable golden-brown. Another motion sent the treat flying into Screa's open mouth, imparting enough force to topple her. A moan of delight resonated in her chest before just before her graceless landing cut it off, and her eyes glossed over with desire when she swallowed. Siffera's struggling slowed as she watched the kobold submit, and panic panged in her chest when the statue turned its attention back to her. It seemed to pause in thought as it loomed over the pinned viper, an instant that lasted an eternity. Siffera released a breath she didn't realize she held when it stirred, turning away and outstretching its arms toward the chamber wall. Motes of magic fluttered around the golem as it glowed with might, calling forth a storm of ingredients. It coalesced powders and liquids alike into a swirling sphere, then spun it into a thick disk once satisfied with its size. Ribbons of frosting burst from surrounding barrels and swaddled the developing cake in additional sweetness, until it was nearly as tall as the golem itself. Siffera blanched at the sight while Screa's tail lashed in anticipation, and their view of the world became much sweeter when the guardian let its confectionery spell fly.

The floating cake split into layers and slices, then hurtled toward the pair of adventurers. Screa opened her mouth wide in anticipation of the delectable volley, but Siffera didn't share her enthusiasm until the first wedge squished against her lips. She struggled against the enchanted treat, but it was only a matter of time before a crumb of frosting squeezed in and met her tongue. Her muscles relaxed as potent flavor flooded in, overwhelming her senses and shorting out her thoughts. The viper's jaw fell open and the rest of the slice invaded her jaw, compounding the powerful experience until it consumed the moment. The construct's magic pushed the cake to the top of her throat, where her inner muscles grabbed it without hesitation. Siffera relaxed her neck and swallowed the treat down whole, making room for the next slice to take its place. A subtle swell rounded her belly into a soft paunch when the cake found its place in her figure, and it only grew as the decadent dessert dwindled. The effect was even more pronounced on Screa's smaller frame, showcasing her conquered cake with greater clarity. What she lacked in stature she made up for in enthusiasm, plucking the wedges from the air once she found the pace lacking. The guardian relaxed its crystalline grip on Siffera once confident in her submission, allowing her to feed herself with her companion. The sounds of smacking and feasting and moaning and groaning filled the cave as the pair ate, spurring the magical statue to assemble their next course.

Enchanted by their treats, the pair failed to notice the guardian gathering its strength. A brilliant light bloomed in its core, radiating from its chest and lancing through its limbs. The searing glow intensified by the second, subsuming the statue's cool green hue with blazing oranges and reds. Its accumulating mana migrated to its fingertips once it reached critical mass, and an anticlimactic gesture moved its will to action. Every box and bottle and pallet and pot lifted into the air, then gathered in the center of the room. The ingredients burst from their containers and danced on the wind in a growing spiral. The nebulous cloud gained speed and flattened into a disk of confectionery creation, where cookies and cupcakes and everything between took form. Pinpoints of light marked the largest of dough balls within the vortex, baking them to completion before they descended. Rather than racing into the adventurers' eager maws however, the finished and frosted treats simply hovered and drifted around the pair. The constellation of snacks grew as the first cake dwindled, and once Siffera and Screa finished its last slices, they reached into the floating buffet and gleefully helped themselves. The statue smoldered with residual magic as they claimed their next course and left them to enjoy the fruits of its work, returning to its alcove to rest and ready itself for the next intruder.

As the statue settled in, Siffera and Screa got back to their feet. Siffera's paunch rolled over her waist as she stood to her full height, and Screa's pot belly bounced and wobbled as she found her balance. The cake had a pronounced effect on their figures, but it would pale in comparison to what the rest of the feast. Screa mustered her strength and jumped into the cloud of desserts, plucking all that her claws could hold, while Siffera simply reached up and snatched what passed by. Their mutual groans of pleasure filed the chamber as they popped the treats into their mouths, sparing only seconds to chew and savor the flavors before their appetites demanded more. Glittering danishes and sparkling donuts disappeared between their lips with growing speed, each bite accelerating their gluttony despite the dwindling space in their bellies. Screa's smaller frame showed greater growth, rounding into a wobbling dome that only tightened with her continued gorging. One of her hands drifted from her mouth and splayed across its curvature, and muffled moans of delight resonated in her chest as she stroked her claws along its surface. Little jolts of delight sparked through her nerves as her belly scales slowly parted, revealing the sensitive hide beneath. Competing desires tugged at her attention as the sensation of rubbing became more appealing than stuffing, drawing her other hand away from her mouth. Fortunately, Siffera was more then happy to help with her dilemma.

Siffera split her ministrations between herself and Screa, stuffing her mouth with both hands while batting treats toward the kobold with her tail. Her first shots bounced off Screa's snout and returned to the swirling caloric cloud, but once the kobold caught on, she happily lunged at the tasty projectiles. Siffera set a brisk rhythm, gulping down two pastries for every one fed to her friend, and it wasn't long before the viper's swelling stomach caught up to Screa's in proportion. Her soft paunch rolled over her waist and eclipsed the top of her thighs, striving toward her knees with every audible gulp. She swiftly lost sight of her feet as pressure grew in her middle, heightening the sensitivity of her hide. Her feasting too faltered in favor of rubbing her belly, and she savored its more gradual growth as it spread her fingers. Siffera circled her belly button with a dull claw and traced the ridges of her parting scales, losing herself in bliss and falling entirely into the moment. Screa only noticed when her stream of launched desserts ended, and a grin parted her snout when she realized why. With great effort, she stood and wobbled with her increased weight, then took a laborious step toward Siffera. The kobold kept her balance until she reached the shadow of her friend's middle, then planted her palms firmly on its peak. Siffera groaned with delight at the touch and staggered back, leaning against a wall before she slid down to the floor. Her legs spread around her swollen middle, presenting Screa the opportunity to press her own gut against it.

Once the pair shifted and settled against each other, the gorging resumed. They each reached into the air and plucked from the thinning buffet, though instead of feeding themselves, they offered the treats to each other. Siffera lazily stuffed Screa's maw with cookies and cupcakes and brownies and cakes, filling her cheeks to the brim until she swallowed the whole serving down. Screa returned the favor with every sweet that drifted into her reach, scaling the viper's growing middle to reach her lips. They gleefully stuffed each other as much as themselves, and despite their gusto, nothing went to waste. Every crumb and drop of pastry and frosting found its way into their mouths, leaving little trace of their feast. Their scales spread and parted as the globes of their bellies grew, swelling with enough pressure to maintain almost perfect curvatures. Their pace slowed as a sense of intense fullness suffused their forms, sapping their strength until they struggled to move their arms. Screa's eyelids grew heavy with an impending food coma, and each reach into the cloud of desserts grew slower and more laborious. Her rhythm broke when sleep claimed her, slumping her against Siffera's belly. The viper faired little better, though she managed to nestle Screa's muzzle against her chest and finish a few more courses before falling to the same fate. A half-eaten croissant rolled form her fingers and bounced across the floor when she joined her companion in the land of dreams. The sounds of their snoring mixed with their groaning middles, filling the chamber and connecting passage with groaning and gurgles.

***

Siffera groaned and rubbed her eyes, wiping the darkness of sleep from her vision. Confusion panged in her chest when the blackness of her dreamless void lingered, spurring her to rub her face. The gesture unleashed a surge of fullness that propelled her into the waking world, and the events preceding her nap snapped into clarity. The weight of her middle kept her firmly pinned to the floor, even when a new figure crept into her perception. The viper blinked hers eyes once, twice, then thrice, only then recognizing the woman looming above her. Victoria's eyes glittered with something between mischief and malice, caching Siffera's voice in her throat. She coughed and sputtered until she adjusted to the tightness in her middle, and eventually found the words to speak.

"Victoria," she whispered. "It's not safe here. We found the thing stealing your ingredients, but it's still here."

"Oh, I'm quite aware," the reshiram gloated. "And it looks like it did its job perfectly~" The witch squatted and poked a finger to Siffera's belly, pushing it in until the viper winced. "Hardly any give at all." She reached over and did the same to Screa's middle, shoving the kobold from her dreams.

While Screa fully woke, Siffera put the pieces together. "That thing is yours?"

"It is indeed! And you two tested it wonderfully. You'll get your reward as promised, but there's one more thing to be done first."

Victoria summoned the construct from its slumber with a flick of her wrist, drawing it lumbering from its alcove. She produced a small chunk of rock candy from a pouch on her waist, then pressed it to the construct's chest. The glowing crystal sank into its geometry and kindled a glow in its core, which gradually suffused its limbs and restored its magical reserves.

"Let's see what you can really do." Victoria placed a palm on the statue's chest and gave her order. "Remove appetite limits and keep eating until there's nothing left."

Adrenaline surged through the two adventurers with that command, bringing them to struggle against their own weight. Siffera rolled Screa from her belly and reached for her weapon, thought the spell was already in motion. A potent light swelled in the construct's chest and charged the cave with magic, racing toward a critical mass until it snapped. An arcane wave swept out and washed over everyone and everything, altering their appetites and suffusing them with a deep, ravenous hunger. Realization flashed across Victoria's face when the spell took her as well, and she clutched a hand over her belly and fought back the consuming hunger, struggling to undo her mistake. Her hope for recovering dwindled as the statue raised its arms and carried out the rest of its orders, recreating its airborne buffet. Leftover treats rose from the ground while new ones popped into existence, populating the room with scents and smells that only sharpened their appetites. Siffera and Screa fell to its delicious influence instantly, and the first treat launched into Victoria's mouth washed away what little resistance she retained.

Siffera and Screa reclined and opened their mouths, lazily catching what desserts the construct flung their way. Already stuffed to their usual limit, the cave's guardian focused the majority of its efforts on Victoria. A whirlwind of snacks and treats gathered around her, trapping her in a vortex of sugar and sprinkles. The groaning and gurgling of her needy middle rose above the caloric storm for a brief instant, until the first volley of treats dove in. Flavor exploded across her tongue and stole the strength from her legs, bringing her to her knees while she chewed and basked in enchanted flavor. Her unleashed appetite wouldn't let her savor the treat for long however, spurring her to swallow and ready herself for the next bite. For better or worse, she didn't wait long.

The cloud of desserts contracted and tightened into a dense swarm, blending into a continuous procession of delectable calories. The funnel of the tornado aligned itself with her lips and invited itself into her muzzle, stuffing her cheeks to the brim and beyond. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut in rapturous bliss and swallowed as quickly as she could, only to be overpowered by her construct's power. She relaxed her throat and forewent chewing as the pace of her stuffing accelerated, allowing her belly to fill with whole treats. Her plush middle swelled and sagged over her waist, filling her lap and reaching for her knees. It's weight pinned her down and ensured she couldn't get away, even if she wanted to. Her moans and groans of delight joined Siffera and Screa's as she reached her limits, though with the help of her magic, there was no telling how far beyond she could go.

The guardian split its attention evenly between the three of them once Victoria's belly matched Siffera and Screa's, and the constellation of desserts around them dissipated. The space between the trio shrank as the munched the last of the buffet away, yielding to the gradual advances of their swelling stomachs. The gap between the reshiram and viper was the first to close, and the pair moaned when the crests of their bellies finally touched. Electric bliss lanced through them as super-sensitized scales brushed over each other, spurring them to roll their hips and repeat the motion. Lust charged the air and filled the void left by the dwindling desserts, and it only intensified when Screa's belly joined the duo. A fresh wave of pleasure washed over them when the kobold reached out and rubbed the swollen domes, driving them to the edge of climax as they finished off the last of the treats. An orgasmic chorus filled the chamber when the trio swallowed the last of the delicious whirlwind, pushed over the edge by the tightness in their cores.

Thanks to Victoria's magics, the meal only satisfied one of their hungers, however.

The gluttonous haze surrounding the trio faded without an influx of food to sustain it, though the ravenous hungers in their middles remained. Siffera and Screa staggered to their feet and found new centers of balance under their weighty bellies, then sluggishly scoured the cave for any lingering treats. Victoria knew they would find nothing, and instead of investing herself in a fruitless endeavor concocted a scheme. There was only one place in the area with enough food to satisfy any of them, and she knew exactly where it was. She rose to her feet and supported her swollen middle with both hands, then caught her breath and turned to the two lethargic adventurers.

"So, about your payment," the witch began. "That was it. I was going to pay you in food, but there's not anything left." Victoria shifted her weight on her feet. "But I know where to get more."

At the mere mention of more food, Siffera and Screa halted their search and gave Victoria their full attention.

"There's a tavern in town that owes me some favors," she grinned. "If we get there soon, you two can eat your fill and more."

A thought pierced Siffera's ravenous fog. "You mean the Drunken Kobold?"

"That's the one."

"I know exactly where that is," Screa shouted.

Before the echo of her outburst faded away, she grabbed Siffera's hand and dragged her toward the chamber's exit. The pair only just fit through the narrow opening, but they managed to squeeze through after a moment of fruitless rubbing. Victoria shook her head as they waddled out of earshot, then called her creation to her side. She murmured empty threats of rewriting its targeting runes while climbing into its arms, then ordered it to carry her into town. The cavern's exit proved an exceptionally tight squeeze, though once they lumbered into daylight, Victoria swiftly caught up with the pair of adventurers. The grumbles and gurgles of their bellies combined with the low thuds of their lumbering gates scared off any forest-dwelling creatures for miles around, granting them an uneventful hike to the edge of the town.

Doors shook in their frames and windows quaked in their walls with the construct's approach, giving the villagers an early warning to their arrival. Those who knew better fled the streets and took shelter in their homes, and those who didn't scattered at the site of the enchanted statue. The town residents watched from covered hideaways as the rock candy monstrosity and its owner stomped through the town with purpose, single-mindedly marching toward the unfortunate tavern. Siffera and Screa followed in its shadow, only vaguely concerned about the lack of friendly faces. That detail became even less of a concern as they neared their destination, where the air grew thick with the scents of fresh food. The aroma of savory meats and hearty stews filled their senses and rekindled their appetites, a pleasant change from the powerful sweets of their previous courses. Siffera and Screa's pace slowed as their ravenous need sapped what remained of their strength, granting Victoria a considerable lead. Driven by her own gluttonous need, she didn't see fit to let them catch up and instead barged into the emptied building.

Splinters flew and timbers cracked with the construct's hasty entry, showering Victoria in fragments of the destroyed doorway. Her expression soured as she brushed the dust from her rounded figure, though it swiftly lightened up with the site before her. Several fresh meals sat scattered across several tables, abandoned and untouched by fleeing patrons. Her middle grumbled and groaned as she surveyed the buffet, though the corners of her mouth fell when she found the bounty wanting. The spread was an appetizer at best, and split three ways it was hardly a snack. She climbed down from her guardian's arms and turned her attention back outside, where she spotted an empty bakery and silent general store. The wheels in her head turned while Siffera and Screa caught up, and she prepared a spell while the two squeezed passed her.

"Go ahead and help yourself," Victoria offered. "I've already talked to the owner, and they said we're free to take as much as we want."

Siffera arched a brow. "They really said that?"

"Yes, they actually said that."

The viper opened her mouth to continue the line of questioning, though a needy rumble from her belly weakened her morality. Screa was inclined to agree, and the pair descended on the empty dining room.

Siffera waddled to one end of the hall and Screa dragged her belly to the other, and the two agreed to meet in the middle. Victoria's absence went unnoticed as they picked up their first plates, bringing the still-steaming meals to their eager lips. Siffera let a gravy-slathered cut of meat slide to the back of her mouth and relaxed her throat, allowing it to free-fall into her packed belly. Slurps and swallows answered her gulps from across the room, followed by subtle sloshing as Screa gorged herself on stew. Siffera paid her companion's lacking manners no mind as she moved onto a small army of biscuits, popping them into her mouth one by one until her cheeks bulged to capacity. She chewed the flavorful dough with glee until her jaw ached, then gulped the sides down at once. A considerable bulge sank down her neck and vanished behind her chest, only to reappear seconds later as an extra inch on her belly. The pressure in her middle kindled a gluttonous glee in her chest, which grew as Victoria's magic further altered their metabolism.

Screa looked up from her fifth serving and found Siffera growing in ways she hadn't before. Where her belly had long since popped the threads of her top, the fabric clinging to her chest lingered and preserved her modesty. The kobold slowed her feasting just enough to devote a fraction of her attention to her friend, confirming her suspicions. A subtle pop mixed into the sounds of their extended meal, answered by a loud tear that echoed through the hall. Siffera gasped and let her latest helping tumble into her cleavage, where it vanished amongst her soft scales. Screa noticed a similar change in herself as her breath shortened, spurring her to fumble with the restrictive fabric. She reached behind her back and clawed at the weakening clasps, letting out a sigh of relief when one gave. The other shot across the room, however, clanging against a hanging trophy before clattering to rest. Siffera's cheeks flushed when her attention fell on the bared kobold, and the two feasted toward each other in earnest.

Fueled by a mixture of lust and gluttony, the pair made swift work of the remaining meals as they closed the gap between them. Whole courses vanished into their maws unchewed as they prioritized speed above all else, grabbing plates and platters and tipping them toward the roof. Not a single crumb was spared or spilled, until the two met at the middle of the hall's long table. Siffera and Screa gave each other as much attention as themselves, splitting their efforts between feeding and groping. Their focus drifted toward the latter as their bellies swelled and their food dwindled, until Siffera pushed the last serving between Screa's lips. She let her finger linger on the kobold's tongue as she swallowed, then withdrew it and traced a path down her front. Screa leaned into the teasing touch as the viper's hand disappeared over the horizon of her middle, inching toward the crux of her thighs. Their chests squished together as their embraced deepened, and they leaned in for a kiss as Siffera reached up Screa's shorts.

The tavern's foundation shook as Victoria and her guardian returned, scattering splinters and knocking Siffera and Screa from their seats.

It was clear Victoria had been busy while the adventurous pair cleaned out the tavern. Where Siffera and Screa were gravid with the fruits of their gluttony, Victoria achieved broodmotherhood. She sat in the arms of her creation as it stomped across the floor, rattling plates and jiggling her overstuffed belly. The reshiram's breasts were equally bountiful, freed from her ruined top and spilling over the curvature of her middle. Her palms stayed glued to her middle and squished her thickening layer of chub, and the subtle roll of her hips betrayed the fact she enjoyed herself in more ways than one. Still, she ignored the lust charging the air in favor of her more basic hunger.

"Is there any food left, or did you two eat it all?"

It took Siffera a moment to recover from the abrupt intrusion. "Just what was out here. We haven't checked the back yet."

Victoria's belly let out a low, rumbling gurgle. "Well then, let's check the back. There's probably still something in the storage room." She waved her statue on with a flick of her wrist, leaving Siffera and Screa to struggle to their feet and follow on their own.

Another crash thundered through the building as Victoria led the way, demolishing every door frame that may have trapped them. Pots and pans throughout the kitchen rattled and clanged with each heavy footfall, announcing their emptiness to the trio of gluttonous women. They paid the stoves and prep tables only idle glances as they marched toward the store room, and their stomachs grumbled with through thoughts of what they might find. Their questions were answered when they arrived at a locked door, which the construct promptly ripped from its hinges. The three of them salivated at the sight within, a room brimming with shelves and barrels of fresh fruits and vegetables. Victoria climbed down from her carrier's arms and hauled herself to the middle of the room, then plopped down and reached for the shelves. Siffera and Screa squeezed around her and filled the remaining floorspace, and the trio resumed their meals where they left off. The construct conjured a plethora of raw ingredients into yet more desserts, though the fresh fruits were left to be enjoyed raw.

The three of them dove into the last of the village's food, though a problem soon presented itself. Victoria was the first to notice, when her bountiful breasts prevented her from reaching her mouth. Siffera and Screa met he same roadblock, and their gorging ground to a halt until Screa found a solution. While she couldn't reach her own lips, Siffera's were easily in range, and she stretched over herself to unite food with maw. Siffera blushed as she leaned in and accepted the offering, then extended the same offer to Victoria. The reshiram accepted without hesitation, gulping down the gifted apple as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. Their groans and grunts of appreciation mixed in with the sounds of their eating, filling the increasingly cramped room with the songs of their gluttony. Lust overtook hunger as they tore through the remaining supply, until it became their primary focus. Screa jumped and moaned when Siffera's tail wound its way around her hips and wormed under her belly, where it teased her sex and stole her breath. The construct picked up the feeding slack as Siffera and Victoria kneaded and massaged each other's chest, making them abundantly aware of how drastically their figures changed.

A whirlwind of hedonistic lust and gluttony consumed the room, and intimacy between the trio bloomed. Bellies swelled and squished together, filling what little space remained between them. Tails were pinned between growing rolls and thickening thighs, elevating every touch and tickle to divine pleasure. Hips rolled as much strength and space allowed, striving toward tantalizing carnal releases. Their breaths drew short as their stomachs dominated their anatomy, and their moans and groans pitched higher and higher. Victoria's construct reacted to the swell of need and drove the remaining fruits and desserts into their maws, spiking them with a final lightning bolt of gluttonous bliss. They bit their lips and muffled their orgasmic moans in unison, and quiet returned to the ruined tavern as they came down from their carnal highs.

Mental clarity returned in the wake of the trio's afterglow, and with it came a wave of debilitating fullness. Siffera and Screa leaned over the globes of their middles and rubbed their stretched hide, soothing the pressure brought on by fading magic. A scowl crossed Victoria's muzzle as the depth of her arcane error sank in, and she promised herself to rectify the error before bringing in the next round of adventurers. Her expression softened for an instant when she looked up to find Siffera and Screa glaring at her, a gesture she returned with a mischievous grin.

"We stole all this food, didn't we?" Siffera accused.

"I don't know what you mean with this 'we' business. I was never here," Victoria answered.

"Hold on now, don't you think-"

The sounds of rustling rubble and approaching voices derailed her line of thought.

"Sounds like it's time for me to go." Victoria waved her wrist and bid her construct to pick her up. "Tell you what. Since I like you two, I'll bring some snacks to your cells. As a bonus."

Neither Siffera nor Screa could muster a reply before she escaped in the arms of her creation, leaving another gaping hole in the tavern's wall. The sound drew the attention of the returning villagers, who promptly charged the room and surrounded the pair.

Siffera and Screa withered under the collective of judging gazes, but the viper eventually found her voice.

"I know this looks bad, but hear me out..."