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Lady Audrey's Appetite

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 The castle's grand dining hall shone with torches, illuminating the large oak dining table placed on a soft fur carpet at the center. Delicately paneled windows surrounded the room, letting in glossy columns of the soft evening light. While the kingdom's villages and plazas rustled with the noise and commotion of the commonfolk, the dining hall was solitary and stoic.

 Suddenly, its silence was shattered with the sounds of the great wooden doors swinging open, as a lone woman strode gracefully towards the single seat positioned at the tablehead closest to her. With little difficulty despite being in a well-tailored skirt, she seated herself in the comfortable pseudo-throne and folded her hands gently onto her lap, gazing down at her reflection in the shiny plate set before her.

 This fair maiden was known to many as Lady Audrey, a noblewoman of the resident kingdom who was related in some part to the queen; though the actual relation in question was a mystery, she was respected and honored nonetheless. She was a delicate, slight woman with skin the hue of pure quartz and hair like golden rows of the finest grain, and though she spoke in a light voice her knowledge and focus were far beyond her youthful years.

 However, to a very select few she was known as the White Dragoness. For while Lady Audrey was a rather petite woman, her appetite outmatched a hundred hungry soldiers, and her mannerisms at the dinner table were kept in absolute secrecy, for they were far too crass to be associated with the lifestyles of noblewomen. She often ate on her own in a specialized dining room away from the rest of the royal court, to protect her own personal image, though her legendary and rather extraordinary talents were discussed in brief whispers among a handful of stewards and kitchen staffers lucky enough to witness her during the hour of feasting.

 After several minutes of waiting in hushed silence, Lady Audrey called out to the staff waiting behind the doors opposite of her entrance. 

 "You may begin serving me."

 No spoken response was given as a small militia of servants burst through the doors, each one holding a gilded tray fruitful with some kind of dish. There were platters of breads and butters, bounties of fruits, of grapes and apples and plums and peaches and even a few dragonfruits. There were finely cooked pheasants and geese and quails and a grand roast hog. There were tarts and scones and berries glazed in honey. And at the end of it all, there was a servant struggling with the weight of a large silver goblet of wine, enough to fill a shipping cask.

 The final servant grunted as he set the goblet down next to Audrey's plate. "We hope our kitchen has provided you with a satisfactory meal, Your Lady," he said with a dutiful smile and salute.

 "Thank you. You are relieved of your duties for the moment," was her thankful reply; he saluted again and marched to the other side of the table, fully prepared to pass any sort of dish requested by the Lady to her.

 The young serving boy fidgeted with anxiety as he waited. He hadn't previously seen what was about to take place, but had heard the rumors from fellow men who stood in his current position. Those fleeting hints had seemed so trivial, so absurd!... and yet, so tempting.

 Lady Audrey gazed at the plentiful plates of food before here. So many fine dishes lay before her, a truly wonderful spectacle for any hungry eyes to behold. Any one of the serfs in the fields would only dream about these things for the rest of their days, and yet she was entitled to such banquets every day.

 The dining hall fell silent once more as both Audrey and the serving boy waited for the expected moment. In a motion of irony, the noblewoman daintily pinched an adjacent napkin and folded into her lap. She shut her eyes and murmured a quick prayer. The servant's hands shook slightly as anticipation further whelmed inside of him.

 Then in a fraction of a second, Lady Audrey transformed from a frail, kind-hearted young woman into a ravenous tyrant of the dinner table.

 Her arm lunged at the nearest platter of fruits, whisking up anything her other hand could grab into her mouth. Fruits scattered across the table and the carpet as she shoved fistful after fistful of juicy delicacies into her mouth, not even bothering to pause and breathe. The serving boy's eyes widened as, before he could even fathom what had occurred, the first plate's contents had been almost entirely emptied into Audrey's stomach.

 She quickly set the platter on the ground next to her seat to allow for easier accessibility to the other nearby dishes, grabbing a roast goose. Rather than using any means of silverware, of which she had intentionally not been provided, she clawed at the spiced meat and tore chunks off. She expertly avoided any of the cooked bird's bones as she hastily ripped into its tender meat, savoring each and every bite despite the frantic pace she was working at.

 The serving boy watched in sheer, almost frightful awe as Lady Audrey had annihilated a second plate, stacking it on top of the first and gripping a tray loaded with honey-glazed assorted berries. She really was living up to her fabled nickname, as her unrivaled famine had already indicated.

 Audrey gobbled up clump after clump of honey-soaked fruit, feeling occasional drops of the sticky substance slip through her thin fingers and stain her skirt and blouse. Her threads had explicitly been made to be snug but allow for plenty of breathing room, and she was putting them through a trial with every meal. She crudely licked her fingers to remove any remaining traces of honey as she set aside the third plate, reaching for a tray of jam and custard tarts.

 No words were spoken during the span of the private feast. The servant did nothing but stare in shock at what was unfolding before him. The noblewoman was eating like a meat-starved dog, yet she was supposedly fed like this at every supper! He could only nudge any platters at his end of the table closer to her as she cleared up room on the wooden tabletop.

 Her lips dribbling with jam and her belly beginning to press against the threads of her corset, Audrey placed the empty tray of tarts onto the slowly growing stack and let out an undignified yet small belch -

 *Burp!*

 -
before reaching out for a roasted quail and began tucking into it.

 Minutes passed as Lady Audrey's list of dining accomplishments grew. A roasted quail. A platter of peaches and plums. *Hurp!* A swig from the massive oversized goblet of wine which she miraculously had no trouble with holding. A plate loaded with more cream-filled tarts, followed by a tug at her corset and another *Burp!*. A third tray of assorted fruits.

 The serving boy continued to push plates closer to the noblewoman, moving further down the table as more and more entered her grasping range. The once delicate lady's appearance had changed with the passing of time. Her cheeks were reddened, her skirt had been stained with a rainbow of splotches, and her corset's threads were battling with the protruding bulge that could only be her stomach.

 "'Tis true what they say," he whispered to himself as she tore through a roast pheasant. "She has the appetite of a beast!"

 Lady Audrey paid the servant no heed as she polished off yet another dish, discarding the platter in a stack that had amounted to roughly a baker's dozen. She was remarkably unfazed, grabbing another platter of apples and dragonfruits and continuing to stuff them into her gaping maw. 

 It was only a matter of time before the young maiden's belly had strained its boundaries to the point of brushing against the sides of a table. As Audrey trimmed the remaining bits of meat off of a goose leg, her free hand ran down the side of her abdomen. It stirred softly as grappled with the large quantities of food crammed inside of it, but it still had room to spare. Tossing the leg back onto its platter, she placed it on the stack and sought out a tray of buttered bread.

 The golden wheat bread was emptied into the lady's maelstrom of a gut as she chased it down with an armada of berries and tarts. Her corset was on the verge of being torn off of her immensely swollen figure, but she persisted anyway, her appetite unshaken as she wolfed down another cooked pheasant.

 Time had lost its meaning to the servant as he witnessed Lady Audrey in all her glory - face flushed pink, belly groaning and churning, continuing to swell past the size of a large cannonball as she sucked down dish after dish of rich food. There were barely any remaining platters left on the table, and yet she showed absolutely no signs of stopping.

 Finally, as she licked a plate smothered in the berry-flavored jam of tarts clean, her threads gave way. With a rattling *SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP!*, the strings of cloth holding her corset in place broke apart. Audrey paused to witness the splitting-open of her corset, revealing a large portion of her pale, gargantuan belly.

 The serving boy gaped in surprise as he expected the noblewoman to be angered or humiliated or saddened by the destruction of her fine garments. Instead, she simply gave it a hearty slap like a firm battle-drum, set the cleaned platter onto the stack which now reached the arm of her chair, and grasped the final tray - the roast hog.

 In a devoted fury, Lady Audrey ripped through the suckling pig like a frenzied animal. The serving boy watched almost in horror as the meal was devoured, disappearing before his eyes at an alarmingly hurried rate. Every decadent inch of thoroughly roasted pork was being stuffed inside the massively bloated maiden without a care in the world.

 Then, in a tiny fraction of the time it took to prepare it, the roasted hog had been picked to the bone. Audrey set the plate onto the stack, grabbed her goblet and took swig after mighty swig of wine, feeling the blood rush to her already scarlet cheeks as she drank. She triumphantly drained the gauntlet, drummed on her exposed belly once more, and released a barbaric belch.
 
 *BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!*

 
Her eyes flickered over to the watchful gaze of the serving boy, and she smiled as she pushed her chair back.

 "Thank you for your assistance," she told him, standing up with grace despite her newly-developed girth. "Send my deepest compliments to the kitchen and the chef, will you?"

 The serving boy opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. Lady Audrey chuckled playfully, feeling her belly roar with contentment.

 *GRRROOOWL* *GRRRRRRRRRRROLLLL*

 
Almost entirely unfazed by her current condition, the fair-haired maiden tugged at her skirt and turned, her great drum of a belly preceding her as she exited the room. All the serving boy could do was stare at the doors she strode through, almost in utter disbelief at what he had just seen unfold.

 From that day forth, the servant continuously opted to carry the large silver goblet, to the confusion of many fellow staffers, but to the knowing acceptance of those who were also in on the secret. He would march behind the lot of them, set the goblet down in its usual position, and wait in joyful silence for Lady Audrey to commence her feasting. And when she did, it was always a spectacle to behold.

 He now fully understood why no beast was truly mightier than the White Dragoness.
I had so much fun writing this. You guys have no idea how delightfully nerdy I was when I wrote this. I. LOVE. FANTASY.

But being real here, I had this idea on my mind for a LONG time, and I'm glad I finally mustered up enough "research" to finally bring it to the page/screen. And by research, I mean the tutelage of Robert Jordan, J.R.R. Tolkien, and George R.R. Martin.

Oh, and also D&D. 5e, bitches.
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Algog8's avatar

Any chance of her taking on bigger meals?