This continues the Gluttony Saga. The story shall probably be a bit slow in building, but I’m really struggling, so I’ve hit upon a premise that I think will work!
The Prince of Gluttony lounged back on his minion’s throne, taking great big gulps of wine in between bites of his meal. His many chins shook with the movement, and the vibrations reverberated down to his stomach, where a second mouth was open and was currently being fed by several of Mazireb’s lesser minions.
Mazireb sat himself, feasting as well. He was not quite so high up the hierarchy that he had developed the extra mouth that the Prince had, but a few more centuries would do it. Or, even a successful mission.
“Mazireb, I want to corrupt one of Earth’s pretty young supermodels. Let’s make her fat!” The prince chortled, a lump of half-masticated meat dropping from his mouth.
“Pick one, My Lord, and I will use her as my target!” Mazireb smiled, chewing his food as he spoke.
“That one. She is too skinny, too pretty, too perfect. Unleash Hell upon her form, and corrupt her. Then, we will bring her here and she will serve as one of my consorts!”
“Yes, My Lord.” Mazireb began to plan. After all, Supermodels were notorious for not eating at all. How could he make this one succumb to the very thing he was – Gluttony? He began to laugh anew, as his plan began to take shape.
Mirena Sampson stood in front of the mirrors surrounding her nude form, inspecting it for any flaws. Around her, several wardrobe assistants and make-up artists scurrying about the room preparing for the latest photo shoot. “You!” she called out imperiously, pointing at a mousy looking girl in the corner. “Bring me some water, or something. These lights are too hot!” she complained. The girl nodded and immediately scurried off as Mirena continued to inspect her body.
“Is that… cellulite I’m seeing?” she muttered, turning to get a better look at her ass. At 27, she was no longer a spring chicken among the modelling world, and while she had the body and looks to obtain supermodel status, she was a far far cry from the Miranda Kerrs and the Kate Uptons of the world.
“Here you go Miss Sampson.” The mousy woman had returned, and she handed her a bottle of water that had been opened already. Mirena shooed the woman away, before drinking half the bottle in one go. She was only allowed a bottle of water every two hours or so while on a photo shoot. Sighing as she put down the bottle as a wardrobe assistant came forward, draping some fabric across Mirena’s naked breasts. She sighed, feeling the sudden craving for a pizza coming on.
I haven’t had pizza since I was what, 10? I’ve worked too hard for this body to spoil it with carbs and cheese, yuck! But… there is that pizza place downtown… I hear it’s so so good. I could eat a slice and later throw it up, no one would know the difference, and they’d all praise me for being ‘not afraid to eat’. That’s what I’ll do, pizza, and throwing up after this.
Satisfied with her decision, she continued to let her minion scurry about her, unaware of the turn her life was preparing to take.
“Ugh… I feel so fat.” Mirena moaned, sitting up from the couch that she had been laying upon. She stared at the coffee table before her, which held the remains of a pizza, and a 2 litre bottle of Coke. Shocked, she sat up quickly, before dashing to the toilet to vomit it all back up. One slice had turned into two… and then three… and then a whole pizza and coke! That was something she had never done before, and something she found herself vowing to never do again…