Buffet

Note: This is a story-prompt for Zen Jehnson.

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Gibson stood by as his students entered the dining hall, one by one.

Gibson was the dean of a private, secluded college for elite pupils. He had personally selected five of the brightest and healthiest of his cohort for the task at hand.

The five students had been invited to a mandatory all-you-can-eat buffet that evening, a supposed celebration of their academic achievements. They had no idea that they had been personally chosen as hosts to Gibson’s latest project.

The first course was served. The students cast dubious looks at the special “jello” served to them, but like the obedient scholars they were, they each gulped down the gelatinous fluid.

As stomachs gurgled, Gibson hid his smirk. The jello was actually an alien slime designed to impregnate the students instantly. It was followed with tall glasses of water, which the students drank, consequently triggering the reproductive cycle of the slime in each of their bodes.

There was gasps and grunts. A glass crashed to the floor. This time Gibson could not hide his grin. It was starting.

A student clutched at her abdomen. Another stood and stumbled back. Gibson watched as shirts tightened and bellies swelled outwards, sweaters stretching, buttons popping, and undershirts riding up. The students groaned and shuddered as they rapidly swelled up with the slime. Soon they each looked nine months pregnant, and horrified. One student hugged at her swollen torso, as though to push it back inside.

As if on cue, five pairs of eyes widened, as the hunger kicked in. Each student’s attention shifted to the buffet, some practically salivating as they took in the decadent offerings. They were finally at stage three.

Consumed with a ravenous hunger, the students waddled to the buffet as quickly as their swollen bodies would allow them to. Not bothering with plates or utensils, they began to stuff themselves with food. Everything was accessible, soft, and quick to get down. There were cakes and pastries, rolls injected with globs of butter, lard-plump meatballs, cheesy pastas, and even cups of cake batter complete with thick straws.

The students ate greedily, filling their mouths as quickly as they could. In the meantime, kitchen staff continuously refilled the food trays, some looking stunned, others just intrigued.

The slime contained in the students caused them to swell and fatten rapidly. Bellys grew and tightened until navels bulged out with resounding POPs. The students trembled and quavered, yet continued to gorge.

Gibson watched as sweat-sleeked bellies pushed farther and farther, shifting and pulsing, swelling free of prim blouses and stuffy sweater-vests. In addition to the belly expansion, chests puffed out, thighs thickened, cheeks plumpened, and bottoms bulged. The students were growing rapidly, their clothes straining as they became rounder and heavier.

The bellies were the most considerable development. Gibson watched as his prospective valedictorian teetered, lost her balance, and plopped down on her softened ass. In her sprawled position, legs akimbo, her fat belly was resting heavily on the floor, resembling a beach ball in size as it heaved in and out in throbbing growths. Face flushed, she clutched at it, grimacing as she struggled to heave herself off the floor. After several attempts, she managed to climb precariously onto her feet, before she was immediately back to assaulting the buffet, her belly resting heavily against the counter, serving as a barrier that she pushed at it in her efforts to reach more food.

Another student’s honeydew-sized breasts bulged and strained against the remains of her sweater, which was just short of exposing huge nipples. Gibson was surprised to see that her belly button still hadn’t popped. It was growing shallower and shallower as the slime developed inside her. Her navel was tight and flushed, face twisted. She stiffened half-way through a goey danish. “Nggggghhhh!” she grunted as her belly button bulged so forcefully that her belly trembled and thighs twitched. She panted and teetered a bit, her skirt straining to contain her swollen ass and thickened hips.

Yet a third student had long given up on standing, instead dragging an enormous cheesecake to the floor with her. Her face was now round with a double-chin, and her belly was like a boulder, thighs spread wide to accommodate it. Her cheeks were puffed out as she ate with utter desperation.

As the students periodically crumbled under their own weight and found themselves sprawled on the floor in various positions of writhing and struggling, Gibson ordered the servers to deliver the food directly into their mouths. The students moaned and whimpered as pastries were pushed between their lips in ceaseless succession. One of the servers even produced a funnel, and began to pour a vat of melted lard down the valedictorian’s throat, her belly growing bigger than the rest of her, practically pinning her to the ground.

What a great success, Gibson thought as he watched their bodies continued to thicken, shudder, and push out with growth. It was only a matter of time before he saw the results of his efforts. He couldn’t have been more proud of the graduating class.