The Cafeteria

Sam braced himself and walked toward the large cafeteria building at the center of camp. As he got closer, more and more people joined him on the walking path, until he found himself caught up in a sizable crowd getting their first meal of the day.

To his surprise and, frankly, relief, things were much more organized inside the mess hall. The campers were organized into a long, but fast-moving line. Unlike the classes and congregations of people he'd seen yesterday, most people seemed to be keeping their hands to themselves. They simply talked, clothes on, until it was time to pick up a tray and go through a set of double doors to pick up their breakfast.

Tray in hand, he shuffled along an extremely long hot bar, like the kind you'd at a country buffet. There were mountains of every camp/college/hotel breakfast staple: Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, bagels, pastries, and more. It was longest buffet line he'd every seen. He couldn't see all the way to the far end from where he was.

The moment Sam got his tray, though, things started to break down. He noticed that a lot of his fellow "campers" on the buffet line immediately started shoveling food into their faces the moment it hit their plate. They scarfed down large hunks of whatever fell on their plate as they walked. It was as if the food was going to be taken away when they reached the end of the line? Also, everyone seemed to be putting away a tremendous amount of food. Most people, regardless of their physical size, seemed to be eating everything. It was strange, to be sure.

Since he was taking in the scenery and picking what he wanted, he noticed that the unique situation going on behind the scenes. On the other side of the buffet line, staff carried trays between buffet and what might be best described as hybrid laboratory/restaurant-style kitchen. Much of the food getting poured into buffet pans to cook was being mixed and/or constructed in beakers and cylinders. He spotted some ingredient he recognized, including eggs and bacon, but there was clearly more than meets the eye going on back there.

And then, of course, the camp staff working the buffet were all engaged in a crazy orgy. For every man and woman making breakfast, there was at least one other person sucking their cock or pounding their pussy. Normally the sight of even one sexual action would be enough to get anyone within a 10-foot radius hot and bothered, but the campers seemed completely oblivious to the sex show being served up along with their meals.

For his part. Sam was starting to get aroused at the sight of the kitchen fucking, but it wasn't working him up as much as he would have thought. And, strangely, he had absolutely zero desire to hop over the buffet carts and get involved. Instead, he picked at his breakfast, making sure he got something in his stomach before he reached the end of the line.

When he finally got to the end, he carried his heaping tray of food through another double doorway to the seating area.