Lunch is on Millie

As the show progressed, the host regularly checked in on Millie. The brunette was still the picture of concentration, but she had given up on any pretence that she was comfortable with her nudity. She was cupping her breasts, and had curled her bare legs up to her torso.

"How are you doing, Millie?" the host asked. "Not going to explode, are we?"

"N-no, I'm d-doing OK. Any chance you could train me not to feel cold?" Millie asked, hugging herself and shivering.

"Sorry, Millie, but I don't want to overload your brain, and break your concentration," the psychologist explained.

"Don't believe a spoilsport, Millie!" the host interjected. "You look better this way!"

"What, really cold?" the brunette asked, but they were no longer listening.

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As the show was reaching it's conclusion, the food had finished cooking.

When Millie was dragged off the sofa to help with the final preparations, the audience became excited when they saw how bloated her belly was. She staggered across the stage, her bare feet twitching all the time, and was **** to drop her arms.

The Brit tried to ignore her swaying boobs as she moved around the kitchen, cringing at the wave of cold air that hit her bare body when she opened the fridge.

"Sorry, Millie, I bet that was pretty chilly for you!" the chef laughed. "I think we're all good to go here. Millie, if you can go and lie that cute little bare bottom of yours down on the table over there."

Millie came dangerously close to wetting herself when she saw what she was being asked to do.

A low glass table had been moved to the front of the studio; but rather than serving food on plates, the food would be served on Millie!

Shaking, the brunette carefully lay face up on the table, doing her best not to disturb her swollen abdomen.

"Lie as still as you can, and we'll set the table. That's it," the chef nodded, encouragingly, as he readjusted the naked girl's limbs.

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A few minutes later, the guests and production crew were enjoying freshly-made tapas, complimenting the chef as much for his food as for his presentation.

"I like how you used Millie's belly button as a centre piece."

"Clever thinking, to use her cleavage like that. I bet it was tricky to balance stuff on her boobs!"

"No wonder you're hungry, Millie, this food tastes delicious!"

That final remark was in response to the naked girl's stomach rumbling loudly.

But the cold brunette wasn't listening. Her eyes were slammed shut, and she was silently chanting, blocking out all conversation, and every touch and fondle of her bare body. The ache in her bladder was only getting worse, and her bare toes had started to twitch.

"Come on, Millie, you can hold it!" the host laughed.

But the nude Brit let out a small whimper; she couldn't last much longer!