Festive Photo Feeding

Hey, remember Christmas? And that I was gonna post a fic by the end of Christmas? Yeah... good times...

This fic is coming out much later than expected thanks to a mix of IRL busy-ness and the fic getting a little more ambitious than expected. I challenged myself to get through a fic with minimal time skips, so I had to unlearn some bad habits. I like how it turned out, though!

Oh, and even with it being longer than average and all that, it's still not actually done. I'm gonna have a little follow up fic done for this at some point. I just wanted to get this out to y'all before I forget. 'Cause despite a fic being done, I can and will forget to post it. I know me. 

Genuine Content Warning, btw: Has some non-con force-feeding towards the end. Becomes kinda con by the end, but still, not for everyone, so...

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Evi scurried down the hall as quickly as she could without scuffing the tile flooring. She couldn’t be late today! Not today, of all days! It was her first big shoot at Demi-Vogue since she’d gotten signed on earlier that year. Not only that, but it was a collaboration shoot with other departments. It was her chance to get her name out there! Meet some friends, form some rivalries, make some connections- who knows! So many options! Yet all those options would be dashed if she was late for the shoot, so MOVE, LEGS, MOVE! But not too fast! Hooves can really do a number to flooring when you’re not careful!

With just a minute to spare, Evi burst into the studio. She did her best to hide her lack of breath as she hurried into the room. Quickly scan around for someone important, aaaaand MEET AND GREET! She approached the best-dressed, busiest woman in the studio, waited for her to be done telling someone less-well-dressed what to do, and stuck out her hand. “Hello! I’m Evi, ma’am! Here from the General Demi Department for the Christmas collaboration!”

The woman Evi had approached was a somewhat older woman with a single streak of white in her long blonde hair, a suit dress that showed her curves in the most professional way possible, and a clipboard (the clipboard was how Evi knew she was important!) She regarded Evi’s outstretched hand for a moment before moving on to give the rest of Evi a good once-over. “Yes, yes, I know who you are. I picked you for today’s shoot, after all. Have you been indulging over the holidays, by the way?”

Evi’s face burned bright red. “No, ma’am! I swear, I’m just a little bloated today!”

“Really? Why not? ‘Tis the season.”

“...E-Excuse me, ma’am?”

The woman glanced over at someone standing a few feet away, ignoring Evi’s question. “Stacy, get Evi ready for me, will you?”

The woman nodded. “Yes, missus. Evi, darlin’, if you’ll come over here with me now?”

Utterly confused, Evi did as she was told. She glanced over her shoulder at the woman, who was already talking to a stagehand about something else. She’d totally messed up, hadn’t she? She pinched the tiny bit of extra padding that she had been SURE wasn’t visible through her blouse. Oooh, she KNEW she shouldn’t have had that extra pie on Thanksgiving, but her nanna’s pecan pie was just too good to resist!

As if she could sense Evi’s insecurities, Stacy chose that time to say, “Don’t mind missus Rumin, now, darlin’. She’s a feisty one who don’t hold her words when she talks. She didn’t mean nothin’ with the ‘indulgin’’ talk. If anythin’, she’d’ve liked to hear you say you did. Would’ve put her a bit at ease, like.”

“I… don’t understand what you mean?”

The dresser laughed. “Oh, you will, darlin’. Just try not to worry your pretty little head none about it, alright?” Stacy showed Evi into a side room, where a number of festive dresses, make-up, props, and all kind of other cosmetics were set up. She gave Evi a cheeky smirk. “Just let momma Stacy get you all dolled up! First off, we gotta do somethin’ about that hair! It’s coverin’ up your horns much too much…”

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“Ok, darlin’, we’re all done. How’s it feel?”

Evi slowly stood up, worried that she’d pop out of her outfit if she moved wrong, but… everything stayed in place. In fact, it felt rather secure. She did some stretching, slowly making bigger and bigger movements, and against all odds, she didn’t slip a nip at all. “It’s great! I didn’t know you could keep something like this on without tape!”

Stacy laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Old family trick, darlin’! It’s why they keep a gruff old woman like me around this place for the young folks! Now, do a little spin in the mirror for yourself. See what you’ll be workin’ with out there.”

Evi gladly did as she was told. She went over to a large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the far wall and took a good look at herself. While she preferred her usual conservative outfits, she always had to admit to herself- she looked darn fine in just about anything~. Today was no exception, even with the… unusual outfit she’d been crammed into.

She had a pretty generous figure, and the outfit was doing a fine job accentuating that. A super-short frilly brown skirt with grey, tan, and white fluffy trim barely covered her downstairs goodies, though she was kept decent by some brown bikini-like bottoms. The skirt was attached to a dress that hugged the length of her torso, stopping halfway up her chest and showing off her shoulders and a more than generous amount of cleavage. The fact that she was getting this much lift in a strapless dress was downright criminal, really. More of the reindeer-themed fluff trimmed both ends of her detached  sleeves, which started halfway down her biceps, and a large amount of the same fluff wreathed her neck from the comfiest choker Evi had ever worn. The entire dress sparkled white despite having no accents or anything, almost as if she were emitting the shine of fresh snow itself. It was gorgeous! She wasn’t super happy how the dress was also revealing the little bit of softness she’d developed around her middle, but it was her own fault in the end for not minding her diet as much as she should’ve.

Evi did a little spin, watching the skirt twirl around her and her fixed-up brown hair bounce around her antlers. Being a faunus, she had certain features that most modeling agencies found… undesirable. This included a larger than usual appetite,  hairy legs, inverted knees, horns growing out of her scalp, a short, bushy tail poking out just above her butt, and hooves in place of feet. Luckily, there was one magazine out there that hired only people like her- ok, not people exactly like her, but you get the picture. Demi-vogue! The place where a girl with d-cups, a full caboose, a pretty face, and two equine legs can get paid for her looks!

…Ok, it doesn’t sound very feminist when it’s phrased like that, but Demi-Vogue was a great place! For sure! And Evi was HERE! And… and…

“Hey, Stacy? Is the middle supposed to have this much… give?”

Evi turned around, pinching at the fabric covering her waist and pulling at it, showing just how far from her belly it would stretch. Stacy just laughed. “‘Course it is! How’re you supposed to move around if the trunk don’t got any give, darlin’?”

“Uh… ok, I guess?” Evi had never heard that logic before. Modelling outfits were usually both too tight and too revealing at the same time, even when they had a whole extra session spent a week before a shoot getting an outfit fitted. The fact that today’s outfit was not only comfortable but also maneuverable when she was putting it on for the first time today was nothing short of a miracle, even if the extra fabric was a bit of a mystery. The dress was even designed for her tail to poke out! She gave herself another good look in the mirror. “I guess the higher-up models really get the good stuff, huh…?”

Behind her, the door opened. The stagehand Evi had seen talking to Miss Rumin earlier poked her head into the room. “Stacy, are you- ah, perfect! You’re already done! Can we get your help dressing Sydney? She was late and Miss Rumin wants us to stay on schedule as much as possible.”

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Eh, nothin’s new there. She bring me a coffee, at least?”

“Yes! With double whipped cream and an extra pump of vanilla!”

“Tch. Thinks she can get away with makin’ me work extra just ‘cause she knows my order…” Stacy grumbled, but she was already heading for the door. She glanced over her shoulder on her way out. “Don’t work yourself up too much today, now, darlin’. Knock ‘em dead out there!”

“Thank you! I’ll try!” Evi called back. She shared a quick nod with the stagehand before they left, the door shutting behind them. Evi took one last look at herself, then pushed any thought of the extra fabric from her mind as she left the dressing room. Sydney was the name of one of the other models she’d be working with, she remembered that. She’d also be working with a Sima and a Nike. She’d considered doing some research on the other girls to know a bit about them before the shoot, but thought better of it when she considered how weirded out she’d be if someone she’d never met before showed up knowing everything about her. Or maybe it was different because they were coworkers? Are models really coworkers with other models, though? It kinda felt more like they were competing, most of the time. Maybe she should’ve researched the other girls as rivals, instead? Ugh, she was getting a headache. Workplace politics were too much for a simple faunus like her to wrap her brain around…

Luckily for her, it seemed like workplace politics was far from something her fellow models were thinking about. The moment she stepped back out into the stage, she was greeted by a tall, red-headed elven woman who was practically vibrating. She grabbed Evi’s hand with one hand while keeping a death-grip on an extra-large coffee in the other while she spouted out, “Hi, hi, HI! It’s super awesome to meet you! I’m Nike, from the FBD! I can’t believe this is our first time meeting- well, actually , I totally can, considering the FBD and the GDD basically never interact, ha! Natural red-head, by the way- I always get asked that since people always think elves are supposed to be blonde! I’m always like, ‘uh, no, wood elves are natural gingers?? You’re thinking of high elves?? Like, check your ignorance, please??’ You’re a faunus, right? Super cool! I’ve never met a faunus before! What’s it like being fae? Did you know people used to think elves were fae just because we’ve got a bit of magic in us? Crazy, right? I was- damn, I’m almost out of coffee! Sorry, gotta go get some more. It was nice meeting you!”

Evi’s brain took a few seconds to reboot after hurricane Nike passed by her. That was… WAAAAY too much energy for a Monday morning. Or any morning. Or any time at all, really. She couldn’t remember a single thing about that woman other than her hair, and her race. Not her outfit, not her name- nothing. Did Evi even get to introduce herself? She was having a hard time remembering. She hoped the other two at least let her get a word in edgewise…

She would’ve thought that someone would come over and direct her to start getting ready, considering that they were apparently in a hurry to stay on schedule, but no one did. They were all too busy doing their own things to give Evi any direction whatsoever, and she didn’t particularly want to interrupt them to ask. She instead just wandered around, watching the others work and seeing if she could find one of the other models to introduce herself to. It was during this time that Evi discovered that there was a snacks table for the staff. She was feeling pretty empty at the moment, considering she’d foregone eating the last day to make sure she was as slim as possible for today, but she couldn’t eat now. That would sort of ruin the reason she hadn’t eaten at all. She’d just have to hold back for a few more hours, and…

Evi locked eyes with a sleepy looking woman munching on a donut. She was short- much shorter than Evi, who was five six, so she was probably around five-foot even, or maybe even shorter. She had huge, puffy, pearlescent white hair that fully enveloped her whole back all the way down to her hips. Her full-bodied hips that completely filled out the skin-tight red leggings she was squeezed into. Saying squeezed was pretty much literal, by the way. The short woman had more than full hips, with a solid potbelly straining the buttons on her santa coat and a chest that definitely beat out Evi’s in heft despite being so much shorter. It was a real chest too, if the generous amount of cleavage the off-brand santa outfit had anything to say. She wasn’t wearing a hat, but she had a belt on- one that was pulled tight around her upper stomach, looking like it was being pushed to the limit. The whole outfit was beautiful and fit her perfectly… except for… well…

Thick, fluffy lashes blinked slowly at Evi as the woman munched on her mouthful of pastry. She swallowed, licked her lips (revealing some unusually long canines in the process), looked thoughtful for a few seconds… then put the rest of her donut into her mouth.

Evi’s brow twitched. Based on how she was dressed like gender-bent santa, she was assuming that this was either Sydney or Sima, but that appetite said otherwise. What model would be eating like this right before a shoot? And that belly - while her curves were definitely to die for, why- oooh, was it because she was santa? If that was the case, that was pretty novel! Evi wasn’t sure how well the gimmick would turn out, but she was excited to find out! “Hi! You must be one of the other models!” Evi greeted, holding out her hand. “I’m Evi!”

The snow-white woman looked down at Evi’s hand. She chewed thoughtfully for several moments before looking back up at Evi’s face. She swallowed, then took Evi’s hand. “Sima. Yeah. I’m with the BBD. Just transferred from the FBD. Nice to meet you.”

Even the way she spoke was lethargic. It was the polar opposite of Nike, and while this was definitely better, it still wasn’t… well, anyways… “Sooo… are you eating so much to get into the Santa role? Like, as a method thing?”

Sima blinked. She shook her head. “No. I’m hungry, and there’s food.”

“...So you’re not supposed to be eating right now?”

Sima tilted her head to the side. “I guess not? No one’s stopping me, though, so just a little should be ok…”

Evi glanced at the table of treats and goodies. It was mostly untouched save for a few things here and there… and a large chunk of donuts carved out of the box Sima was standing next to. “I think you’ve had a bit more than ‘a little’.”

Sima followed Evi’s gaze. “Hmm… maaaaaybe? I think a liiiittle more wouldn’t hurt…”

Evi pursed her lips. This wasn’t good, right? One of the models stuffing her face before the shoot? Someone needed to stop this, right? Was it her? Did she need to stop this? What if she got told off for not knowing her place, though? Sima looked sleepy and slow, but what if she was secretly a hard-ass that was testing her? What if-

“Sima, Evi, get over here! It’s time for the schedule run-down!”

Oh, thank the heavens! Evi was saved! She gently nudged Sima away from the donuts as she reached for another one, saying, “C’mon, Sima! Miss Rumin wants to see us! You can eat more later!”

The shorter woman resisted at first, showing off more strength than Evi would’ve bargained for from someone small and soft-looking, but eventually folded and followed along. Back over by the main stage, miss Rumin was waiting for them alongside two others. One was Nike, while the other was another elf that Evi didn’t know.

Now that Nike wasn’t verbally drowning Evi’s brain, she could actually process what the woman looked like. She was tall- very tall. She wasn’t quite a foot taller than Evi, but wasn’t too far off. She was pretty slender, though she had some nice hips. She was wearing pointed shoes with a bell on each point (luckily, they didn’t ring even as Nike rapidly tapped her foot). A candy cane-striped sock ran up her left leg, stopping just below her frilly green skirt. The skirt ran up into a well-detailed dress, complete with little pockets, a tool belt running around her waist, and buttons leading up towards her modest chest. Short sleeves and a red collar finished the outfit, which went well with her short, fluffy wolf-cut hair and perky face. Long, pointed ears just barely poked out from her hair, and an ethereal green glint in her eyes were the only tell that this was a genuine elf, not just a human dressed as one. Well, not that Santa's elves were real, let alone real elves.

The other elven woman was dressed almost exactly the same. The only differences were that she had a green and white-striped stocking running up her right leg instead, and that her outfit fit differently on her. This was, presumably, Sydney, and she was just a little slimmer and just a little taller than Nike. She also looked incredibly bored, staring down at her phone and tapping away. She was dark-skinned, with braided hair so black it almost looked purple as it dangled down to the small of her back. Her pointed ears were much more visible with her hair out of the way. Her eyes were just as telling as her ears, though- while Nike just had a glint, Sydney’s eyes were fully black with her iris’ a startling gold.

Actually, speaking of what made people demi-humans, what was Sima, exactly? Evi looked her over again, and… hmm. Apart from her unnaturally snowy hair and the glimpse of her canines as she smacked her lips, Evi couldn’t tell. She must be some kind of demi Evi didn’t know about. She’d have to do some research after this shoot…

“Ok, girls, let’s get going,” Miss Rumin started as Evi and Sima finally arrived. She flipped a page on her clipboard and snapped to a few people on the side. “We’re taking a few starting pictures. Individuals of each model except for Sydney, then we’ll bring in the food. Make sure Sydney stays on task, people! We’ll take periodic pictures throughout the first three courses, then freeball it from there. Once Sydney’s done, we can start including her in the pictures. Janelle, are the kitchens ready?”

“Kitchens are ready, ma’am!” A scaly woman from the side affirmed. 

“Good. Tell them to hold nothing back. Sima seems to be in rare form today.”

From beside Evi, Sima giggled. She licked her lips, and Evi noticed that it seemed a little too long. That didn’t stop her from wondering what in the world Miss Rumin was talking about, though. “Uh, ma’am? What was that about food? And the kitchens?”

“Did no one explain-” Miss Rumin glanced around. “Gary! Gary, did- don’t hide behind that kielbasa, Gary! Did you not tell your girl what we’d be doing today!?”

Gary was here? Gary was Evi’s manager! She looked over to see him poking his face out sheepishly from behind a heaping plate of meat. The sheepish man (literally - he was a sheep beastkin) cleared his throat before responding, “I-it mi-i-i-i-i-ght’ve slipped my mind…”

Miss Rumin rolled her eyes. “Typical.” She looked back to Evi, who’s heart was pounding in her chest. “To put it shortly this is a collaboration between four of our departments, as you should know. The General Demi Department, the Fed Beauty Department, the Big and Bold Department, and the Next Generation Department. Even shorter- the normal models, the stuffing models, the BBW models, and the pregnant models.” She cast a look at Sydney. “Or pregnant looking, in some cases.”

Sydney ignored her.

Evi didn’t quite understand. “Uh… th-those are… real departments? Those don’t sound like real departments…”

“Well, they are. And today, we’re doing a shoot that caters to the readers of those departments. We wouldn’t normally include the GDD, but you just so happened to perfectly match the last model we needed this year, and Gary oh-so kindly offered to include you, so… here we are.”

Evi was no longer excited that Gary was here. She shot daggers at Gary. Gary returned to hiding behind his kielbasa. “S-So, when you bring out the food… I’m eating too?”

“Yes. And a lot of it. This was all stated in your contract for the shoot today. If you wish to blame someone, blame your manager for not telling you, and yourself for trusting your manager.”

Evi blinked. This day had gotten so weird, SO fast. At least now she knew why Sima was so casual about stuffing herself before shooting…

Miss Rumin, devoid of any pity, clapped her hands together. “Alright, let’s get this shoot going! And do NOT let Sima return to the concessions table until we’re done with the initial shoots! We don’t need a repeat of last years ‘swelling beauty’ incident!”

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This felt SO wrong. Evi swallowed hard as she stared apprehensively at the veritable feast that had been laid out in front of her. It was mostly Christmas-y foods, like gingerbread, fruitcake, cookies, and various dishes with ham or turkey. She was going to gain, like, thirty pounds if she ate all of this! She looked back up at the stagehand that had just set down a full pitcher of eggnog in front of her. “D-Do I really need to eat all of this…?’

“Eventually, yeah,” The stagehand replied.

“But… how am I going to go back to regular shoots after this…?”

He shrugged. “I just work here, man. Ask your boss.” With that, the stagehand left.

Evi would love nothing more than to ask her ‘boss’, i.e. her manager, but the rat fink had scampered off before Evi had gotten the chance to corner him. Curse that man! He better have some kind of weight-loss plan ready for her, including paid-for work outs, or she swore-

*rrgrrggl*

…Oops. Evi quickly glanced around, making sure that no one heard her stomach grumbling. Luckily, while the models had been sat down on a few couches surrounding a large table, the others were too busy to have overheard her. Sima looked right at home, slowly but deliberately eating through a whole roasted ham. Nike was energetically downing a whole gingerbread house as if she would cease if she wasn’t moving at any given second. The cup of coffee she’d been given didn’t give Evi any hope that Nike’s energy would fall anytime in the next century. Sydney, on the other hand, didn’t have any food at all. Instead, she had been given four whole pitchers of eggnog. She’d poured out a huge glass of the thick liquid and was casually chugging it, all the while scrolling on her phone.

Why did Sydney only have liquid? Was liquid-only an option? Evi got to her feet and scuttled over to one of the nearby stagehands, a different one than unhelpful Joe who had brought her food over. “Hey, uh, can I do liquids instead? I don’t really want to have that many calories…”

The woman Evi had approached pursed her lips. “Do you think you can drink two gallons of eggnog without puking?”

Evi blinked. “...How much, now?”

“That’s the rule for stuffers. For liquids only, you need to handle at least two gallons.”

“Wha- but- but I’m not a stuffer! I’m just a regular girl!”

The woman shrugged. “Sorry, just a regular girl. Take it up with management.”

“You- I- what- UGH!” Evi threw her hands up in defeat and went back to her spot. She slumped down. Well… at least the food smelled good, even if it was all gonna go straight to her hips. She picked at a plate of glazed ham with a fork. Looked good, too. If she was contractually obligated to ruin her figure, then at least she was going to enjoy it, right?

Evi, finally giving in, cut off a piece of ham and helped herself. Mm! Her eyes widened and she put a hand to her mouth. It was… good! REALLY good! Like, twice as good as it looked and smelled combined! She didn’t know ham could even be this good! She quickly cut off another larger hunk of meat and brought it to her tongue. Mmm! Amazing! Incredible! Cooked to perfection while being totally juicy, just the right amount of seasoning to compliment the flavor of the meat without overpowering it, a tender texture that melted in the mouth and invited you to eat more… why did Demi-Vogue have such a great chef on staff? Well, if they had a stuffing division, as they apparently did, it made sense, but STILL!

Before she even realized it, Evi had cleaned her plate of ham. Lords, she had really torn through that! She suppressed a burp and wiped her hands on a napkin. She felt pleasantly full, maybe even a little stuffed. Still, she was expected to eat more than that, so she couldn’t stop yet.

Next up was a plate of sugar cookies. Evi had been expecting that kinda synthetic taste from classic store-bought sugar cookies, but to her delight, these were anything but fake. Sugary and rich and warm and MMM! If she could eat cookies like this all the time like Santa could, her belly would jiggle like a bowlful of jelly too! Ooh, and if these were this good- YES! The gingerbread was delicious too! A sharp kick of spice serenaded by a chorus of rich sugar! She could eat this stuff by the houseful- and she was about to!

Evi sort of lost control of herself for a little while. She tore through the dishes provided to her, stacking plates as they emptied before moving on. She barely even noticed the gradual tightening of her dress, or the fullness in her belly, until she’d pushed the last bite of a moist and tasty turkey club past her lips and leaned back in her seat. She burped into her hand as politely as she could and sighed happily, resting her hands on her middle. Oh, she was so full! She’d never been this full before! Jeez, she even had a food baby! Her belly had bloated out into a small dome under her dress, giving her a little potbelly. She grimaced. At least now she knew why her dress had been made with so much fabric around the midriff…

“Ok, Since they’re both done, let’s do a quick duo with Evi and Nike, then we can nab Sima before she can get her hands on course three!”

Ah, right. Evi wasn’t just eating. She was getting photographed after eating. She really hoped this wasn’t going to ruin her modeling career…

The faunus got to her feet and made her way over to the stage, where Nike had already scampered over. The ginger elf was practically vibrating with frosting smeared around her lips. She grinned at Evi. “You look good stuffed! You’re handling it well, too! Are you sure you’re not a newbie in my department?”

“No, I’m not. I’d be a whale if I ate like this all the time…” Evi groaned.

Nike blew a raspberry and waved Evi’s concern away. “As if! My personal trainer would totally end me if I went full feedee all the time! This is, like, a once-every-two-weeks thing. Can’t keep the weight off otherwise!”

Evi frowned. “Really? You only shoot once every two weeks?”

“Twice every two weeks! I’ll be back to do some shoots tomorrow once all this-” Nike slapped her gut, which wobbled underneath her green elf suit, “-digests for some chubby pics. Bitches love chubby pics!”

“Uuuuh… ok…”

“Ok, girls, back to back! I want to see those bellies pop!” Miss Rumin’s voice came from behind the cameras. The girls did as they were told. To Evi’s surprise, Nike stopped vibrating the moment they were posed. Just how much self control did it take to stop an energy buzz like that? It was kinda impressive. “Evi, back straighter! And stop sucking in! Nike, dampen the smile! You’re supposed to be enthusiastic, not manic!” While Miss Rumin spouted instructions, the sound of cameras clicking sounded out constantly. Evi did her best to stop herself from blushing, but the thought of her glutted belly getting posted for the world to see… it was really frying her brain…

A few more poses and some individual shots later, and the girls were released to go back to eating. Nike bounced away immediately, already starting to tremble again, while Evi shuffled back slowly. She was clearly stuffed - just how much more was she going to be able to eat? If that whole meal had been just one course, and she was expected to eat at LEAST three of those, then she was in major trouble. Sure, she still felt like she had some room now, but she was sure she’d be in vomit city in no time…

Evi passed by Sima on her way back and had to do a double take. Crap, girl, how? Her belly was easily three times Evi’s belly! She’d only been eating for a little bit longer - how was she so big already? And she wasn’t in the stuffer’s department? Just… how?

Evi sat back down at her spot. All her empty plates had been cleared away while she’d been doing her thing, replaced with a fresh course of festive foods. Despite the heaviness in her gut, the faunus found herself licking her lips. It took a real special chef to make food good enough to get sick eating. This time, maybe she’d start with the peppermint turkey…

Every dish, Evi expected to throw the towel in. Every dish, she surprised herself by reaching for another plate. Just where had this appetite come from? Evi had never eaten like this before! Wasn’t she supposed to be getting sock by now? That was the normal thing, right? It had never happened to her before, sure, but she was sure people weren’t supposed to be able to eat this much! Lords, her poor waistline… She’d better get sick soon, or she might not be able to come back from this…

Yet she didn’t. Evi polished off every last crumb from her second round of meals. In fact, it seemed like she’d managed to eat even faster this time around, considering that Nike was still working through her second course. She’d out-eaten someone who did this on a regular basis. Evi wasn’t sure she liked the implications of that.

She leaned back in her seat, huffing slightly. She’d really blown up during this round of eating. Her little food baby had become a full-grown food child now. It was a round, bloated, solid dome of gut that filled out the loose fabric of her dress and rested on her thighs. It was almost halfway to her knees, for pete’s sake! She grabbed the sides of her belly and pressed in. There was clearly a lot of mass in there pushing back, but it was still malleable. Could… could she fit more in here? She was scared to find out…

The voice of an aid reached Evi’s ears again. “Ok, Sydney! Time for your- oh, and Evi’s done already? Nice timing! Let’s get you and Sydney together, then!”

With a bit more effort than before, Evi got up from her seat and made her way over to the stage. Right in front of her was Sydney, who… wait, was that her belly poking out from her sides? From behind? Evi glanced back and her eyes widened. ALl four of the pitchers she’d had were empty - scraped clean, even. Each of those had to hold at least three liters, if not more! Had Sydney really managed to down all four of those in such a short time?

The moment Sydney reached the stage and turned, giving Evi a side-profile view, any doubt of where all that eggnog had gone vanished. The dark elf looked full-term pregnant. Her belt had slipped up the slope of her gut, coming to rest between her bust and her belly - a belly that stuck out at least ten inches out and stuck out to the sides enough to look genuinely round. What really sold it, though, was that the dress was tight enough to just barely show the indentation of an outie at the apex of her stomach. Even her breasts looked a little fuller, though it was probably from the belt giving them a boost. If Evi hadn’t seen Sydney thing as a stalk just thirty minutes ago, she would’ve bet money that this girl was due for twins any day now.

“Ok, girls. Show that baby some love! Evi, get down with your nose to the belly! Sydney, you know what to do.”

It was a little hard to lower herself, but Evi still managed it. It was even harder to pose with a giant mass of heavy food weighing her down. Her legs trembled, but she did her best to hold still with her nose just barely against Sydney’s ‘baby’. She… didn’t have… the core strength… for… this…! Hurry up… pleeeease…!

After a good number of different poses (each easier than that first pose, thankfully), Evi was released so they could do some solo pics of the mother-to-not-be. Evi was out of breath as she made her way back to the table, where she could already see yet another spread of sinfully tempting treats waiting for her. She grimaced, but also found herself swallowing a bit of saliva. She was full! More than full! She was stuffed to the gills - a Christmas turkey fit to pop from all the stuffing crammed into her! Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if this course was going to taste even better than the last.

Spoilers: it didn’t. It didn’t taste worse either, mind. It was just as good as the first two, which made it just as easy to convince herself to keep doing her job. A job where she stuffed her face with as much food as possible. As a model. This had not been on her bingo card for things she expected to happen today…

While Evi confused herself by continuing to chow down, she took stock of the other two girls at the table. Nike had seemingly just finished her own round two, and was taking a moment to rest before she got called up for pics with Sydney. She was still bouncing in place, practically vibrating in her seat, but she also seemed like she was having some difficulty. She was breathing hard and rubbing the sides of her belly in small circles. Unlike Sydney, her belt was solidly strapped around the peak of her belly, cutting into the orb and making it bulge out from beneath. Despite how clearly uncomfortable she was, there was a tinge of pink on Nike’s cheeks, and her breaths had the slightest hint of a moan in them. Well… Evi supposed that was one reason to do this. Not her thing, but no judging…

Sima, on the other hand, was having no troubles at all. Evi had no idea what course she was on, or if she was even operating on a course system at all. There was never a second that passed that she didn’t have food either in her mouth or on the way to her mouth. Every time she got about halfway through her dishes, an aid would whisk away her empty plates and new dishes would get brought out. Evi could almost visibly see the small woman’s gut inflating from the constant flow of food she was consuming. Miraculously, the santa suit wasn’t straining yet, but those buttons didn’t look nearly as loose as they did half an hour ago. That tends to happen when your gut, which used to barely touch your thighs, now rests all the way on your knees. Yet despite this, Sima seemed to be in her own little world of bliss. A different kind of bliss than Nike, to be sure, but still… bliss.

As much as Evi found herself stunned by how round Sima was becoming, it’d be hypocritical to not reflect on her own condition. Coming to the end of course three (a point Evi had been SO sure she’d never reach), she found that she wasn’t slowing down at all despite her… condition. Her gut was severely swollen, now fully filling out the brown fabric of her dress with none of that original give left. It was closer to her knees than her original waistline, and was even beginning to balloon out to the sides similarly to Sydney’s ‘nog belly. Yet, despite her clearly gravid situation, she just kept eating! At a breakneck pace, too! She crammed whole gingerbread doors into her mouth, took down turkey sammies in three bites apiece, and gulped down figgy pudding like it was actual pudding. She just didn’t understand where this was coming from! She was a demure, petite woman! She didn’t eat like this! So why was she now? Why was she compelled to just keep eating and eating and eating?

“Wow, someone was certainly hungry!” An aide joked as she walked over to clear away Evi’s dishes. He started to stack plates and bowls, asking, “Any chance you’re in the mood for more? We always prepare extra for Sima, so we’ve got plenty.”

Evi blinked. She looked down at the spot in front of her. Oh, that’s why he was asking. She’d already finished course three. Nike hadn’t even come back from shooting with Sydney yet. Wow. “I… uh, well… I-I really shouldn’t… gotta watch my waistline and all… eheh…”

Just as Evi said that, the couch creaked and a warm mass slid right up against her. The faunus started as a (deceptively strong) arm was thrown around her shoulders. “Come on now, girl! Live it up!” Said Nike's jovial voice from right beside her. “It’s not every day you get to indulge like this, huh?”

“Th-That still doesn’t mean I should-!” Evi squeaked. Then she squeaked again as Nike put a hand on her belly.

“I’d say it does! A girl’s first priority oughta be enjoyin’ herself , and you certainly looked happy stuffin’ your face!”

Evi gulped. Hard. “Assuredly n-not! I’m just- doing my job! Yes, my job! That’s it! Nothing more, nothing- MMPH!”

From Evi’s other side, a hand reached over and crammed a hazelnut muffin into her mouth. Her head whipped around to see Sydney plopping down on her other side. The drow, for the first time, didn’t have her head buried in her phone despite there being no camera trained on her. Instead, she was looking at Evi with an almost predatory glint in her eyes. She used a single finger to, slowly but surely, push the rest of the muffin into Evi’s straining maw. She licked her lips as Evi fought to swallow the naked good mass. “Then do it for me, hm? I certainly enjoyed watching you eat~.”

“Mm-mmm!?” WHEN!? When had she watched Evi eat anything!? She’d had her head buried in a screen this whole time! Evi finally managed to get the muffin down and opened her mouth to protest, only to find Nike forking a whole slice of ham in.

The ginger elf snickered. “Looks like Syd and I agree on something for once!” Then she looked over her shoulder. “Keep it coming, people! We gotta make sure Rudolph has enough energy for the whole flight around the world, right?”

A collection of cheers and laughs sounded out from around the table area. Evi glared around in frustration. Why was no one stopping this!? This was clearly assault! Or something! Whatever it was, it was clearly bad! Yet all those blasted aides did was bring over more food, even as Sydney held her nose shut to force her to swallow the whole hunk of ham! Blasted traitors! No, that implied they were on her side at some point. They were just bastards! Bastards, the lot of them! GAH!

Evi tried to stand up, but between Nike’s arm around her shoulders and the massive lump of heavy food in her gut, she wasn’t capable of escaping her seat. She swatted at Sydney’s hand, yet found her hands getting quickly restrained. Were- were those RIBBONS!? She was getting bound by RIBBONS! That blasted drow was tying her hands together like a present! “MM! MM-MM-MMM-MMMMM!”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your belly crying for more,” Sydney crooned. She yanked the ribbon upward, pulling Evi’s arms above her head and rendering her utterly helpless. The black-haired elf leaned in close, lips just barely parted in a sultry smile. She glanced over to the side. “We’re good to keep going, right, director?”

The final nail in the coffin. Evi followed Sydney’s gaze to find Miss Rumin standing a ways off, watching the whole thing. The woman just nodded. “Of course. Just don’t take it too far. We don’t need HR scolding us too much.”

Scolding!? They thought they’d get away from this with a light SCOLDING!? By the time Evi was through with them after this, they’d-

“MMPH!”

Man, Evi was SO going to-

“MM-MMM-”

Sh-She was… going to REALLY-

“Mmm… mmmmph…”

…Uuuuugh… t-too full…

Sydney and Nike alternated cramming food into Evi’s unwilling mouth, always making sure her cheeks were packed with meats and treats. They’d needed to hold her nose at first, forcing her to swallow in order to breathe, but after a few minutes of this, she’d accepted that there was no getting away from this and started to swallow of her own accord just to get things moving. Things sped up after that, with whole plates of food disappearing past her lips in record time.

Evi’s fury began to blur and get hazy as her belly swelled more and more. The two elven beauties were force-feeding her so quickly that she swore her waistline was gaining an inch every minute. Not that she could keep track of time- soon enough, her thoughts were getting hazy as well. Against all odds, she wasn’t hating this. It actually… felt good. Really good. INSANELY good, even. Her belly was finally feeling tight and full, packed with enough food to push its limits. It gurgled and churned, rumbling angrily in her lap. Evi would’ve stopped on her own several plates ago given the choice after finally feeling sated, but it wasn’t her choice anymore. She was forced to keep going, and… and…

GODS, it was so GOOD! She had no control over this! She was trapped, pinned to a seat by a strong woman and the weight of her own hunger with her wrists tied in front of her! She could do nothing but eat, eat, and eat, with resistance being met with suffocation and shame! Her two feeders were even invading her personal space, rubbing and caressing her poor strained tummy. They whispered in her ears how they wouldn’t stop until she popped. They told her how she’d keep eating and growing, becoming a bloated mess of a reindeer until she finally couldn’t fit another bite. They pressed their own glutted guts against hers, making a huddle or warm, churning orbs. 

And Evi, despite EVERYTHING in her entire being telling her not to, was addicted.

The faunus rubbed her thighs together beneath her engorged gut. She was being WATCHED right now! Pictures being taken! For a MAGAZINE! Her face was a bright scarlet. Sweat poured down her neck and back. Her hair was undoubtedly a ragged mess. How could she be so… excited right now!? Her time as a model was OVER! She was done for! Yet all she could think about was how much she wanted them to keep going!

“MM-MMPH!” Evi cried out through a massive mouthful of zucchini bread. Her back arched as a tremble ran out over her entire middle. Lords below, her dress- it was too TIGHT! It had been so loose earlier, yet now she was so massive that she could feel the threads straining, could hear the fibers starting to creak! The massive brown expanse of her covered belly glittered in front of her, a testament to the lengths Stacy had gone through to try and keep her clothed. It really might last, too- Evi felt as if she was going to pop at any second!

“Looks like you’re about to explode, huh?” Nike giggled. She wrapped a leg around Evi’s left leg and pushed in closer, nuzzling her nose against Evi’s neck. “You look like you’re having so much fun! Almost makes me jealous~.”

“You get stuffed all the time. Let the new cutie have this one,” Sydney scoffed. She closely mirrored Nike, wrapping a leg around Evi’s right leg and nuzzling the side of Evi’s head. She spoke softly into Evi’s brown hair, “Besides, you can’t fit nearly this much inside of you. This is so much more… delicious~.”

Evi could do nothing but sit in place, panting and groaning. Sh-She couldn’t fit a single more bite! T-Too much! It was too much! Guh- ooooh, gods! Her belly- it can’t stretch anymore- She- She can’t- SHE-

“Ok, wrap it up people! We’ve got enough shots of this. We can move to the ‘Santa and her elves’ shots.”

…Wh-Wha…

Sydney tsked. “Fuck. Bitch always knows the perfect time to cuck us…”

“Well, what do you expect?” Nike said plainly. “We’re a modeling agency, not a porno studio. The poor girl’s about to explode in two different ways. If anything, Miss Rumin knew the perfect time to stop to save her modesty.”

“...Hmph. Whatever.”

Just like that, the two elves untangled their limbs from Evi’s and pulled away. It was around that time that Evi realized that she didn’t have any food in her mouth. Nor had she for a few minutes now. She’d been too distracted by the imminent detonation of her poor belly and the sultry teasing of her ‘coworkers’ to notice. She blinked. “Wh…What… *HURP*... what’s going…”

Instead of some kind of explanation, all Evi got was a business card slipped into each cup of her bra. Nike ruffled her hair and gave her a feisty grin. “Gimme a call anytime you wanna duo with me, ok? Literally anytime! Don’t keep me waiting!”

“And you can call me anytime,” Sydney crooned. She tilted Evi’s head up with a finger under her chin, and smirked. “Just make sure you don’t have any plans a few days after. I play rough with my toys~.”

Then, suddenly, Evi was left alone. Alone with two hot women’s numbers, a raging warmth radiating through her whole body, and tens of thousands of calories churning inside of her gut. All she could do was sit there, pent up and stuck under her own weight, and think…

What in the ever-loving FUCK just happened?