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A Teaser and a Game
🕑 Added 2024-09-23 17:32:35 +0000 UTCI wanted to share this teaser from part two of "Fit to Fat Slob". I posted it earlier on my Discord (available to 6 dollar Talking BS members) along with more teasers, and offered this challenge.
The first person to tell me (on my Discord) what story this teaser scene is parodying gets to name an item of food for the buffet table that Elizabeth will messily chow down on. If you'd like to partake in this challenge, you'll need to be a Talking BS member.
Regardless of your membership status, here's a teaser for what's to come.
Enjoy!
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There was an itch, somewhere in the back of Elizabeth’s brain, a compulsion, a need to reach out and feed. It started small, as a notion in her brain and then grew to be a rumbling in her stomach. Just looking at the food, Elizabeth could feel herself salivating, and caught herself running her tongue along her lips.
She turned away as quickly as she could, desperate to get a hold of herself. But she couldn’t deny that her cheeks were feeling flush and there was a warm tingling sensation crawling up the back of her neck. Elizabeth even felt a trickle of sweat break on her brow as the need to feed grew more pronounced and the rumbling of her stomach grew louder. Louder. It grew into a defined gnawing sensation.
Elizabeth tried to remain calm but her heart started beating faster. Louder. Louder. The burning in her neck spread to a burning in her ears, and soon it felt like her whole head was on fire. Still she turned away, and still the rumbling grew more intense. Louder. Louder. Surely, someone must have heard. They must have suspected- must have KNOWN! The hunger! Louder! Still. Louder!
She shrieked inside. She had to eat, eat or die. The food, the precious food, she had the need, the need to feed. And so she spun around again, the padding of her belly shamelessly knocking into someone and spilling their drink, but Elizabeth gave no heed to their loud complaint as she waddled over to the buffet and struggled to find what was left of her restraint.
Elizabeth was trembling as she reached out her hand toward the buffet.
“Just a little bit,” she thought.
(More is on my Discord)
“Just a taste.”
