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Halloween Prompt 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-08 12:58:48 +0000 UTCDay 2: Tavern
The road had been cold and dreary all day, yet you continued on in spite. It was only when it became too dark that you were forced to take shelter. That shelter came in the form of a sleepy tavern on the side of the road.
You felt the warmth emanate from the other side of the door before you even opened it. This enticed you further as you pulled the passageway open, only to see a curious sight. The tavern wasn’t bustling with activity. There were only four people present. That being said, their girths were so immense that there was hardly any room in the tavern to speak of. Even the maiden behind the counter was obese, her body abundant in fleshy rolls.
A fire was lit under the hearth, but you didn’t believe the flames alone contributed to the warmth in the room. The hefty travelers…or perhaps you should think of them as permanent residents, likely contributed to the heat. Alas, you have had worse company in your travels, and the chill of the road was too much to bear. You shut the door and wandered to the counter. You paid for a room for the night.
“Your room comes with a meal. Feel free to have as much stew as you’d like.” The obese woman said to you. “And if you’re especially chilled, we can have someone sent to bed with you~” She winked.
You restrained a chuckle. You didn’t imagine there would be much room in bed for you AND this woman. Still, you were famished, so the stew would be nice. It was sure to fill your empty stomach and warm your chilled bones. So, you filled a bowl and sat off on your own.
Looking into your bowl, you saw a healthy mixture of sausages, potatoes, mushrooms, and other bits of vegetables. You had encountered similar concoctions throughout your travels: perpetual stew, constantly over a steady fire with new ingredients added over time. The flavors were ever-evolving and developing, which led to each tavern tasting different in its own way.
This one, however, was the best you had ever had. A single spoonful convinced you. Before you realized it, the bowl was empty. Your day’s travels seemed to have taken more out of you than you expected because you were still hungry. Before you could rise from your seat, one of the other women refilled your bowl. She then took a seat beside you, her bulbous rear filling enough space for two and a half people. She said nothing, but she stared at you with alluring eyes. You simply blushed and returned your attention to the stew.
The second bowl vanished as quickly as the first. As did the third, fourth, and fifth. No matter how much you ate, you still hungered. Despite how your belly filled your lab, you desired more stew. Thankfully, the maidens at the inn refilled your bowl. They had also joined you at your table. The first was at your left, a second was at your right, the third stood behind you with her vast belly squished against your back, and the fourth ensured your bowl was never empty for more than a second.
The thought of resuming your travels tomorrow faded. You continued to eat, and your body took on a shape like that of the women around you. Your chest had filled out and softened, stretching your shirt, your belly was mostly freed from any obscurant and was tenderly rubbed by three of the women, your arms were soft and bulbous and tired easily, your thighs pressed together with a softness they had never known, and your rear had grown so vast that it spilled from the edge of the bench you sat upon. The women had begun to feed you, three sets of hands filling your mouth with stew while a fourth massaged your expanded form. Your mind had begun to fog, and all of your concerns melted away. The destination you wished to reach faded from your mind. Your focus was on the stew and a vague hope that there would be room in your bed for more than yourself…
