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Li goes to invesitage a haunted house, and bites off more than she can chew...
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A little thing starring
crazygameguy's Li~
Happy Halloween!
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Only the softest sounds could be heard in the forest that night. The gentle whistling of the autumn breeze brushing the dead leaves across the ground, and the faint hooting of owls in the trees. The bare branches cut the clear moonlight into slivers, offering only limited guidance.
Luckily, Li could naturally see well in the dark. Being a rare creature known as a Lupeo, Liara Brayne had quite a number of useful abilities, and the boisterous Scottish lass was always more than happy to put them to use. After all, the likes of super strength, acid spit and transformations were quite useful in the right profession, especially if it involved dungeon delving and monster hunting. Since it was almost Halloween, she had opted for the latter that evening, hence the large claymore sword strapped to her back.
Many rumours and leads had brought her to that forest. She barely felt the fall chill thanks to her T-shirt, leather jacket, jean-shorts, and a generously sized layer of, as she called it, natural padding. She was quite muscular, but around the middle she sported a rounded belly that challenged the seams of her shirt, and a backside that had caused her shorts to become rather snug as of late. But make no mistake, standing at over six feet tall and owning a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs gave her quite the intimidating figure.
After pushing through the trees for what felt like hours, she came across a pair of large, metal gates. The chain holding them closed was old and rusty enough for Li to yank it off with her bare paw, shattering it to pieces on the grass. Smirking triumphantly, she pushed open the gate, its hinges groaning as she passed through. In the soft glow of the moonlight, a large mansion stood tall at the end of the short path. At least a few centuries old, by her estimate. Her bare feet crunched through the overgrown grass and she walked onto the patio. The old wood creaked ominously beneath her weight, her foot pads brushing against moss.
"Aye, this looks like the place," she muttered to herself, in a tough Scottish brogue. "Now, let's see just how bad this ghost is."
She tried the door handle, but as she suspected it was locked. She shrugged and simply tore the handle off the old door, tossing it over her shoulder and muscling her way inside.
---
Once again, Li's good night sight came in handy, as the main hall of the manor was pitch black. When her eyes quickly adjusted, she could see the shapes and silhouettes of tarped furniture, crooked and ruined paintings on the wall, and cobwebs strewn here and there. A typical decrepit mansion, so Li wasn't concerned for her own safety at all. Then again, she very rarely was.
Her ears pricked up as she heard something. Creaking from another room, and some moaning. Her jacket flapped as a deathly cold chill blew past her for a split-second.
A fang bared as she smirked. There was definitely a ghost around here. She was certain that the runes on her sword's blade would work on ghosts. Mostly certain. Honestly, she hadn't had a chance to try it yet.
Regardless, she followed the sounds across the hall, to a corridor beneath the branching staircase. She was eager to do some ghostbusting.
She walked along the old tatty carpeting, and froze as she heard another sound. The deep, hostile growl of a monster, right there in the corridor with her.
She looked down and put a paw to her stomach, feeling it vibrating with the snarls.
"Och," she grumbled, giving her middle a soft pat. "Shoulda had a wee bite before headin' out. Doubt this place still has anythin' good fer lunch."
Almost on cue, her nose twitched as she snuffled the air. A warm scent of fresh cooking danced with her sinuses. She grinned, licking her chops. There was no possible way that such an old and ruined mansion would have anyone living in it, let alone cooking, but the enticing smell easily overpowered her logical thinking. Besides, she had to at least investigate the source, right?
So, more eagerly than she intended, she walked on down the corridor, pushing open another set of double doors at the end.
She found herself in a large room, dominated by the longest dinner table she'd ever seen. It had at least a dozen seats on each side, with what looked like a massive throne at the bottom. Many candlesticks ran across the tabletop, with plates and cutlery still neatly set out like it was ready to host a banquet.
Her nose twitched again, and her attention went to a pair of doors off to the side. She walked over to investigate. She could hear faint hissing, and the clinking of silverware from inside. No handles or knobs, and when she pushed a door open, it flapped back and forth before stopping where it was. She nodded. If she was in a dining room, then this must lead to the kitchen.
And the kitchen is where the food is, she suddenly thought. The realisation caused her gut to grumble louder.
"Oh, is that you, milady?" said a young woman's voice from inside. "Dinner isn't done yet, but I have your starter ready!"
Li's head cocked to the side, and she stepped back from the doors just in time for them to push outward. The spectral form of what looked like a cat girl twirled out into the dining hall. A portly young woman wearing a chef's uniform, toque and all.
"Here you are, mila- oh!" She halted and looked up at the Lupeo looming over her. "I'm so sorry, miss. I thought you were Lady Veronica."
Li blinked. "Who?"
"Lady Veronica," the ghostly cook repeated. "The owner of the manor? Are you a friend of hers?"
"Uhh, aye, sure. Who're you?"
"I'm Lucy," she said, puffing out her translucent chest with pride. "The manor's head chef."
Li's tail flicked softly. The ghost of a chef certainly wasn't the worst thing to run into, in her mind. "So where's she at, then?"
"She might be catching up on her beauty sleep again," Lucy said, "or she may be out on business. It's not like her to miss dinner."
That last comment allowed Li to realise something. While the cat girl was clearly some kind of ghost, the plate and silver dish she was holding looked totally solid. She tried her best to refrain from grabbing it to see what was in there and helping herself to it.
"Say," the larger woman said, "don't suppose ye heard about any disappearances about the area? People wanderin' into the forest and not comin' back, things like that?"
Lucy took a paw off the dish, somehow still holding it perfectly balanced, and tapped a finger on her chin as she mulled the question over. "Can't say I have, miss. Truth be told, I practically live in the kitchen. Not that I mind; I love cooking for Lady Veronica. She's such a gourmand, and practically eats till she bursts every night!" A hollow, yet warm purr filled the air.
Another deep, desperate growl of hunger erupted from Li's middle. Lucy looked at it and smiled.
"Goodness, your tummy sounds just like hers!" she giggled, then looked at the dish. "Well, since Lady Veronica isn't here right now, I could let you have the food I made, instead of letting it go cold. She does not like cold food, especially if it's been reheated."
"Ye sure?" Li asked, a little more enthusiastic than she'd intended as she eyed the dish.
"Absolutely! It'd just get thrown out otherwise, and I hate wasting food."
"Thank ye, then." Li wasn't sure if she heard some malice in Lucy's voice just then, but the round little ghost holding the dish up to her made it difficult to think about that. She scooped it out of her hands and carried it over to the table. She set it down in front of the massive chair, sitting in it. She almost sunk into the plush cushion, and her fingers just barely reached the armrests.
"Oh, that's Lady Veronica's chair," Lucy said from behind, "though I'm sure it'll be okay. You'll be long gone before she notices."
Once again, for a moment something about what she said felt off to Li, but that left her head as soon as she lifted the dome. A huge bowl of steaming chicken and tomato soup was revealed to her, sided with two halves of a baguette. She scooped one half into the soup and crunched down. A loud, contented purr escaped her as the mixed flavours exploded onto her taste buds. She dipped and crunched again, chewing and chomping as she lost herself in flavour. When the bread was gone, she didn't even think of touching the soup soon; instead, she grabbed the bowl and tipped it into her lips, allowing the soup to pour down her throat and warm up her stomach.
What she hadn't noticed was, with each gulp, her belly bulged a little bigger as it filled a little more, giving it quite a roundness when she'd made quick work of the bowl.
She let out a wet belch as she drummed on her belly, and Lucy giggled as she grabbed the bowl away.
"Enjoy that?" she asked.
"Aye," sighed Li, licking her lips. "Tha' was just the starter, wasn't it?"
"Oh yes, your main course is coming now. I hope you're ready, because I think you'll explode trying to finish it~"
"Nah, Ah can handle it," Li assured her, smirking. "Bring it on, lass."
Lucy giggled and floated toward the kitchen, and Li got a sudden waft of cooked turkey up her nose.
Within moments, Lucy floated back over with the largest platters Li had ever seen, one in each hand. One held a full turkey dinner, with corn, mashed potatoes and a gravy boat, and the other a plump pork roast with a huge mug of what Li hoped was beer to wash it down.
"Och, that's a hell of a main course," Li said, her voice having no trace of reluctance as she ripped a leg off the turkey.
Lucy smirked. "Like I said, Lady Veronica is quite the gourmand. Please help yourself."
Li didn't need told twice. She chomped down the turkey leg whole, pulling out an empty bone and chewing slowly, savouring the texture. Once again, she didn't bother with utensils, simply shovelling and pouring food into her mouth as she pleased. She lathered the gravy over her food, then drank the rest. Pretty soon, all was just a blur of tastes and textures, until she was licking gravy and mash off her claws, moaning contentedly.
"Did you enjoy that, miss?" asked Lucy.
"Absolutely loved it," purred Li, licking her chops. "Though, there's just one wee thing."
Lucy tensed. "Yes?"
Li patted her belly, which rippled across its expanse. "Is there more than one course? Ah'm still starvin'~"
---
Li had long lost all sense of time, not realising that she was spending hours on end stuffing her face. Pork, chicken, turkey, beef, potatoes, cranberry sauce, gravy, and all other kinds of succulent foods all disappeared into her cavernous maw. Her belly, already rounded out, was surging more and more into a perfect orb of fur, growing more and more taut as it was stuffed up more and more.
Though, even a massive glutton like her had her limits. When she finally finished the last serving of beef roast, she had finally slowed down, her mindless devouring becoming more methodical and much easier to follow. She groaned and grunted, the massive, solid dome that was her stomach gurgling and bubbling as it tried its hardest to digest everything packed into it. She felt like she might explode if she had any more.
Though, that didn't stop her from lighting up at Lucy's offer of, "Dessert, miss~?"
Though, to her own chagrin, she didn't get far. She chomped at an ice cream sundae, before quickly devolving into slowly licking it, drinking up the melted remains. Her ears drooped at the chocolate gateau sitting in front of her, almost daring her to have another bite.
"Ooohhh..." she moaned, curling her toes at how incredibly stuffed she was. She usually felt this full over the holidays, but here it was like she'd eaten for a few small villages.
"Goodness," Lucy gasped, floating over to the engorged Lupeo, "finished already, miss?"
"Aye," grunted Li. "Ah'm absolutely UUUURRRRP stuffed..."
"But you've barely touched your gateau," the ghost cat pointed out, using her translucent paw to grab a gooey slice of cake.
Li opened her mouth to argue that she was fit to burst, but she could only mumble through the chocolate batter she found shoved into her maw. She chewed out of instinct, savouring the sweet flavour.
"Mmm~" she purred.
"There's a good girl," Lucy giggled. "Such a healthy appetite...I won't be surprised if you end up meeting Lady Veronica any second now."
"Burp?" Li blinked slowly, trying to focus on the ghost in a haze.
"Oh, she was quite the gourmand," she repeated, the smile on her face twitching. "Well, that's what she called it. I called it 'demanding.' The slightest thing over-or-underdone, I was punished. If there wasn't enough for her, punished. If I was even a minute late to server, punished. If she was late and I had to reheat the food, oh, I was lucky to keep my head on my shoulders."
Li grunted as another slice of gateau was crammed into her face as Lucy ranted.
"And so, one night, I elected to make her the finest feast she'd ever had. I made sure everything was perfect, and she even said it was. It's true, I remember her saying it through a mouth full of pork and stuffing. I just kept the food coming, and she just kept eating, eating, eating. Ended up bursting, she did."
Li's eyes widened as Lucy made a popping noise with her incorporeal lips.
"Oh, it was such a mess," Lucy went on. "But good thing we had cleaners. We had a lot of staff till that night; they all happily went their separate ways after the accident when they were free of her."
Another slice was crammed into Li's mouth, and her belly ached with an alarming fullness that told her to stop.
"Well, I say 'accident', but in all honesty, I stuffed her silly. Like a Christmas goose. A bit like what I'm doing with you, now that I look at you. But, I suppose that's what comes from being such a big, shameless glutton, hm?" Lucy prodded Li's taut stomach, causing it to gurgle violently.
Li grunted and groaned, gripping the chair and trying to haul her overfilled front off of it. The extra weight, combined with the feeding-induced nausea, caused her to stumble forward, grabbing the table at arm's length. The half-finished gateau sat before her, still tempting her to have just one more slice despite her feeling ready to throw up, or explode, or somehow both.
"Oh, on your way already?" Lucy asked, almost mockingly. "But you haven't finished yet!" Her cute face suddenly distorted into a monstrous scowl. "And I do so hate to see food being wasted."
Li stumbled and burped toward the dining room door and into the corridor, just barely ducking and weaving the knives and forks lunged from behind like small spears. Lucy appeared through a wall on the left, and then another Lucy from the right, both holding some cake.
"Please have a little more before you go~" they both purred, and snarled as Li lumbered by with only a quick, longing glance at the desserts.
Despite each hasty step causing her belly's aches and groans to spike, she made it to the main hall. As she approached the open doors, seeing the moonlight coming through, a huge Lucy emerged from the floor, her massive scowl looming down on Li. She held out her hands, and a ghostly wind spiralled up as she conjured an enormous, multi-layer cake that looked like it'd suit a wedding for giants. Considering Li had already eaten a Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner fifteen times over, for once her main goal was to not stuff her face.
"You wanted to eat," the ghost snarled, holding the cake overhead, "SO EAT!!"
Li closed her eyes and lumbered toward the door, preparing to shoulder through the building-sized cake...
---
Li's eyes batted open as she woke up. With a yawn, she stretched out her arms and legs. She looked around, sighing at the familiar surroundings of her bedroom.
"Och," she mumbled, "tha' was a hell of a dream. Suppose Ah shouldn'tae had such a huge turkey dinner before bed. Serves me right fer havin' urges tha' late."
She rocked herself out of bed, stretching once more before lumbering toward the kitchen. All that dreaming of food really got her in the mood for breakfast.
She grunted as she squeezed through the doorway, leaving the room with a crushed bed frame.
She smacked her lips on the way, and tilted her head. "Don't remember havin' any chocolate though..."
She got to the kitchen and stomped up to the fridge, looking to see what she had. She blinked as she spotted a small box on the shelf. She'd definitely never seen it before. She picked it up and flipped the lid open. Her ears drooped when she realised what she was looking at inside.
Half of a large, goopy chocolate gateau.
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A little thing starring
crazygameguy's Li~Happy Halloween!
---
Only the softest sounds could be heard in the forest that night. The gentle whistling of the autumn breeze brushing the dead leaves across the ground, and the faint hooting of owls in the trees. The bare branches cut the clear moonlight into slivers, offering only limited guidance.
Luckily, Li could naturally see well in the dark. Being a rare creature known as a Lupeo, Liara Brayne had quite a number of useful abilities, and the boisterous Scottish lass was always more than happy to put them to use. After all, the likes of super strength, acid spit and transformations were quite useful in the right profession, especially if it involved dungeon delving and monster hunting. Since it was almost Halloween, she had opted for the latter that evening, hence the large claymore sword strapped to her back.
Many rumours and leads had brought her to that forest. She barely felt the fall chill thanks to her T-shirt, leather jacket, jean-shorts, and a generously sized layer of, as she called it, natural padding. She was quite muscular, but around the middle she sported a rounded belly that challenged the seams of her shirt, and a backside that had caused her shorts to become rather snug as of late. But make no mistake, standing at over six feet tall and owning a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs gave her quite the intimidating figure.
After pushing through the trees for what felt like hours, she came across a pair of large, metal gates. The chain holding them closed was old and rusty enough for Li to yank it off with her bare paw, shattering it to pieces on the grass. Smirking triumphantly, she pushed open the gate, its hinges groaning as she passed through. In the soft glow of the moonlight, a large mansion stood tall at the end of the short path. At least a few centuries old, by her estimate. Her bare feet crunched through the overgrown grass and she walked onto the patio. The old wood creaked ominously beneath her weight, her foot pads brushing against moss.
"Aye, this looks like the place," she muttered to herself, in a tough Scottish brogue. "Now, let's see just how bad this ghost is."
She tried the door handle, but as she suspected it was locked. She shrugged and simply tore the handle off the old door, tossing it over her shoulder and muscling her way inside.
---
Once again, Li's good night sight came in handy, as the main hall of the manor was pitch black. When her eyes quickly adjusted, she could see the shapes and silhouettes of tarped furniture, crooked and ruined paintings on the wall, and cobwebs strewn here and there. A typical decrepit mansion, so Li wasn't concerned for her own safety at all. Then again, she very rarely was.
Her ears pricked up as she heard something. Creaking from another room, and some moaning. Her jacket flapped as a deathly cold chill blew past her for a split-second.
A fang bared as she smirked. There was definitely a ghost around here. She was certain that the runes on her sword's blade would work on ghosts. Mostly certain. Honestly, she hadn't had a chance to try it yet.
Regardless, she followed the sounds across the hall, to a corridor beneath the branching staircase. She was eager to do some ghostbusting.
She walked along the old tatty carpeting, and froze as she heard another sound. The deep, hostile growl of a monster, right there in the corridor with her.
She looked down and put a paw to her stomach, feeling it vibrating with the snarls.
"Och," she grumbled, giving her middle a soft pat. "Shoulda had a wee bite before headin' out. Doubt this place still has anythin' good fer lunch."
Almost on cue, her nose twitched as she snuffled the air. A warm scent of fresh cooking danced with her sinuses. She grinned, licking her chops. There was no possible way that such an old and ruined mansion would have anyone living in it, let alone cooking, but the enticing smell easily overpowered her logical thinking. Besides, she had to at least investigate the source, right?
So, more eagerly than she intended, she walked on down the corridor, pushing open another set of double doors at the end.
She found herself in a large room, dominated by the longest dinner table she'd ever seen. It had at least a dozen seats on each side, with what looked like a massive throne at the bottom. Many candlesticks ran across the tabletop, with plates and cutlery still neatly set out like it was ready to host a banquet.
Her nose twitched again, and her attention went to a pair of doors off to the side. She walked over to investigate. She could hear faint hissing, and the clinking of silverware from inside. No handles or knobs, and when she pushed a door open, it flapped back and forth before stopping where it was. She nodded. If she was in a dining room, then this must lead to the kitchen.
And the kitchen is where the food is, she suddenly thought. The realisation caused her gut to grumble louder.
"Oh, is that you, milady?" said a young woman's voice from inside. "Dinner isn't done yet, but I have your starter ready!"
Li's head cocked to the side, and she stepped back from the doors just in time for them to push outward. The spectral form of what looked like a cat girl twirled out into the dining hall. A portly young woman wearing a chef's uniform, toque and all.
"Here you are, mila- oh!" She halted and looked up at the Lupeo looming over her. "I'm so sorry, miss. I thought you were Lady Veronica."
Li blinked. "Who?"
"Lady Veronica," the ghostly cook repeated. "The owner of the manor? Are you a friend of hers?"
"Uhh, aye, sure. Who're you?"
"I'm Lucy," she said, puffing out her translucent chest with pride. "The manor's head chef."
Li's tail flicked softly. The ghost of a chef certainly wasn't the worst thing to run into, in her mind. "So where's she at, then?"
"She might be catching up on her beauty sleep again," Lucy said, "or she may be out on business. It's not like her to miss dinner."
That last comment allowed Li to realise something. While the cat girl was clearly some kind of ghost, the plate and silver dish she was holding looked totally solid. She tried her best to refrain from grabbing it to see what was in there and helping herself to it.
"Say," the larger woman said, "don't suppose ye heard about any disappearances about the area? People wanderin' into the forest and not comin' back, things like that?"
Lucy took a paw off the dish, somehow still holding it perfectly balanced, and tapped a finger on her chin as she mulled the question over. "Can't say I have, miss. Truth be told, I practically live in the kitchen. Not that I mind; I love cooking for Lady Veronica. She's such a gourmand, and practically eats till she bursts every night!" A hollow, yet warm purr filled the air.
Another deep, desperate growl of hunger erupted from Li's middle. Lucy looked at it and smiled.
"Goodness, your tummy sounds just like hers!" she giggled, then looked at the dish. "Well, since Lady Veronica isn't here right now, I could let you have the food I made, instead of letting it go cold. She does not like cold food, especially if it's been reheated."
"Ye sure?" Li asked, a little more enthusiastic than she'd intended as she eyed the dish.
"Absolutely! It'd just get thrown out otherwise, and I hate wasting food."
"Thank ye, then." Li wasn't sure if she heard some malice in Lucy's voice just then, but the round little ghost holding the dish up to her made it difficult to think about that. She scooped it out of her hands and carried it over to the table. She set it down in front of the massive chair, sitting in it. She almost sunk into the plush cushion, and her fingers just barely reached the armrests.
"Oh, that's Lady Veronica's chair," Lucy said from behind, "though I'm sure it'll be okay. You'll be long gone before she notices."
Once again, for a moment something about what she said felt off to Li, but that left her head as soon as she lifted the dome. A huge bowl of steaming chicken and tomato soup was revealed to her, sided with two halves of a baguette. She scooped one half into the soup and crunched down. A loud, contented purr escaped her as the mixed flavours exploded onto her taste buds. She dipped and crunched again, chewing and chomping as she lost herself in flavour. When the bread was gone, she didn't even think of touching the soup soon; instead, she grabbed the bowl and tipped it into her lips, allowing the soup to pour down her throat and warm up her stomach.
What she hadn't noticed was, with each gulp, her belly bulged a little bigger as it filled a little more, giving it quite a roundness when she'd made quick work of the bowl.
She let out a wet belch as she drummed on her belly, and Lucy giggled as she grabbed the bowl away.
"Enjoy that?" she asked.
"Aye," sighed Li, licking her lips. "Tha' was just the starter, wasn't it?"
"Oh yes, your main course is coming now. I hope you're ready, because I think you'll explode trying to finish it~"
"Nah, Ah can handle it," Li assured her, smirking. "Bring it on, lass."
Lucy giggled and floated toward the kitchen, and Li got a sudden waft of cooked turkey up her nose.
Within moments, Lucy floated back over with the largest platters Li had ever seen, one in each hand. One held a full turkey dinner, with corn, mashed potatoes and a gravy boat, and the other a plump pork roast with a huge mug of what Li hoped was beer to wash it down.
"Och, that's a hell of a main course," Li said, her voice having no trace of reluctance as she ripped a leg off the turkey.
Lucy smirked. "Like I said, Lady Veronica is quite the gourmand. Please help yourself."
Li didn't need told twice. She chomped down the turkey leg whole, pulling out an empty bone and chewing slowly, savouring the texture. Once again, she didn't bother with utensils, simply shovelling and pouring food into her mouth as she pleased. She lathered the gravy over her food, then drank the rest. Pretty soon, all was just a blur of tastes and textures, until she was licking gravy and mash off her claws, moaning contentedly.
"Did you enjoy that, miss?" asked Lucy.
"Absolutely loved it," purred Li, licking her chops. "Though, there's just one wee thing."
Lucy tensed. "Yes?"
Li patted her belly, which rippled across its expanse. "Is there more than one course? Ah'm still starvin'~"
---
Li had long lost all sense of time, not realising that she was spending hours on end stuffing her face. Pork, chicken, turkey, beef, potatoes, cranberry sauce, gravy, and all other kinds of succulent foods all disappeared into her cavernous maw. Her belly, already rounded out, was surging more and more into a perfect orb of fur, growing more and more taut as it was stuffed up more and more.
Though, even a massive glutton like her had her limits. When she finally finished the last serving of beef roast, she had finally slowed down, her mindless devouring becoming more methodical and much easier to follow. She groaned and grunted, the massive, solid dome that was her stomach gurgling and bubbling as it tried its hardest to digest everything packed into it. She felt like she might explode if she had any more.
Though, that didn't stop her from lighting up at Lucy's offer of, "Dessert, miss~?"
Though, to her own chagrin, she didn't get far. She chomped at an ice cream sundae, before quickly devolving into slowly licking it, drinking up the melted remains. Her ears drooped at the chocolate gateau sitting in front of her, almost daring her to have another bite.
"Ooohhh..." she moaned, curling her toes at how incredibly stuffed she was. She usually felt this full over the holidays, but here it was like she'd eaten for a few small villages.
"Goodness," Lucy gasped, floating over to the engorged Lupeo, "finished already, miss?"
"Aye," grunted Li. "Ah'm absolutely UUUURRRRP stuffed..."
"But you've barely touched your gateau," the ghost cat pointed out, using her translucent paw to grab a gooey slice of cake.
Li opened her mouth to argue that she was fit to burst, but she could only mumble through the chocolate batter she found shoved into her maw. She chewed out of instinct, savouring the sweet flavour.
"Mmm~" she purred.
"There's a good girl," Lucy giggled. "Such a healthy appetite...I won't be surprised if you end up meeting Lady Veronica any second now."
"Burp?" Li blinked slowly, trying to focus on the ghost in a haze.
"Oh, she was quite the gourmand," she repeated, the smile on her face twitching. "Well, that's what she called it. I called it 'demanding.' The slightest thing over-or-underdone, I was punished. If there wasn't enough for her, punished. If I was even a minute late to server, punished. If she was late and I had to reheat the food, oh, I was lucky to keep my head on my shoulders."
Li grunted as another slice of gateau was crammed into her face as Lucy ranted.
"And so, one night, I elected to make her the finest feast she'd ever had. I made sure everything was perfect, and she even said it was. It's true, I remember her saying it through a mouth full of pork and stuffing. I just kept the food coming, and she just kept eating, eating, eating. Ended up bursting, she did."
Li's eyes widened as Lucy made a popping noise with her incorporeal lips.
"Oh, it was such a mess," Lucy went on. "But good thing we had cleaners. We had a lot of staff till that night; they all happily went their separate ways after the accident when they were free of her."
Another slice was crammed into Li's mouth, and her belly ached with an alarming fullness that told her to stop.
"Well, I say 'accident', but in all honesty, I stuffed her silly. Like a Christmas goose. A bit like what I'm doing with you, now that I look at you. But, I suppose that's what comes from being such a big, shameless glutton, hm?" Lucy prodded Li's taut stomach, causing it to gurgle violently.
Li grunted and groaned, gripping the chair and trying to haul her overfilled front off of it. The extra weight, combined with the feeding-induced nausea, caused her to stumble forward, grabbing the table at arm's length. The half-finished gateau sat before her, still tempting her to have just one more slice despite her feeling ready to throw up, or explode, or somehow both.
"Oh, on your way already?" Lucy asked, almost mockingly. "But you haven't finished yet!" Her cute face suddenly distorted into a monstrous scowl. "And I do so hate to see food being wasted."
Li stumbled and burped toward the dining room door and into the corridor, just barely ducking and weaving the knives and forks lunged from behind like small spears. Lucy appeared through a wall on the left, and then another Lucy from the right, both holding some cake.
"Please have a little more before you go~" they both purred, and snarled as Li lumbered by with only a quick, longing glance at the desserts.
Despite each hasty step causing her belly's aches and groans to spike, she made it to the main hall. As she approached the open doors, seeing the moonlight coming through, a huge Lucy emerged from the floor, her massive scowl looming down on Li. She held out her hands, and a ghostly wind spiralled up as she conjured an enormous, multi-layer cake that looked like it'd suit a wedding for giants. Considering Li had already eaten a Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner fifteen times over, for once her main goal was to not stuff her face.
"You wanted to eat," the ghost snarled, holding the cake overhead, "SO EAT!!"
Li closed her eyes and lumbered toward the door, preparing to shoulder through the building-sized cake...
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Li's eyes batted open as she woke up. With a yawn, she stretched out her arms and legs. She looked around, sighing at the familiar surroundings of her bedroom.
"Och," she mumbled, "tha' was a hell of a dream. Suppose Ah shouldn'tae had such a huge turkey dinner before bed. Serves me right fer havin' urges tha' late."
She rocked herself out of bed, stretching once more before lumbering toward the kitchen. All that dreaming of food really got her in the mood for breakfast.
She grunted as she squeezed through the doorway, leaving the room with a crushed bed frame.
She smacked her lips on the way, and tilted her head. "Don't remember havin' any chocolate though..."
She got to the kitchen and stomped up to the fridge, looking to see what she had. She blinked as she spotted a small box on the shelf. She'd definitely never seen it before. She picked it up and flipped the lid open. Her ears drooped when she realised what she was looking at inside.
Half of a large, goopy chocolate gateau.
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