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Boris forces you to eat the cake, then a pie, followed by a cheesecake, then a bowl of pudding, then a whole loaf of bread, then a chicken, and a pan of potatoes, then a whole roast boar. Any defiance on your part is met with discipline in the form of heavy strikes to your face, leaving you with bruises and cuts. So you force it all one by one under your own volition, whimpering the entire time. You feel stuffed and sick, your stomach bloated from the volume. Even if he weren’t pinning you with his foot, your side are digging so far in the arms, you wouldn’t be able to get up without taking the chair with you. Still he forces you to work your way through everything on the table, until even Agatha’s cooking, which is delicious, takes like bile to you, but at last you force the last crumb of custard tarts down your throat, leaving nothing but a pile of platters scattered around you.
Finally Boris lit a his foot, your stuffed frame causing you to exhale a sigh of relief from the lesson it of pressure. “Very good,” says Boris, “You managed to finish it all.” You wonder if he is actually impressed or enjoying watching you squirm. Your pants feel tight again, the rope belt digs into your waist, and you feel the arms of the chair all the way up you sides as the rolls of blubber and your arms rest on them, like a huge sandwich. Boris walks up to you, squeezing your basketball sized cheeks, “for being SO obedient, I’ve got a special reward for you.” You feel a stone drop in your already stuffed stomach. “Bring it in boys,” he calls, and some other trolls roll in a cauldron, steaming with something. As it comes closer, you smell the content before you see it, a sour, rotten odor that makes you want to throw up. It doesn’t look any better either, a black and greesy mess dotted with yellow and white. “You’ve had all of Agatha’s cooking, now you get ours, made especially for you.” Says Boris sadistically, “Lard, tallow, ground gut, greese, oil, and a few special ingredients.” He chuckles and wheels it in front of you and you look at it in pure horror.
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