Gorge to your heart's content

Once the food touched your tongue it immediately awakened something inside of you. A powerful hunger, deeper than any you've ever felt in your entire life. It's as if your stomach is a bottomless pit that needs to be filled by any means necessary. You can hardly control yourself as you shovel down everything you can get your hands onto into your gluttonous maw. Your servants enable your animalistic gorging as well, pushing more plates in front of you for you to swiftly demolish and taking away tall stacks of dirty dishes back to the kitchen. you grunt and snort as you tear apart foot-high stacks of pancakes, mountainous platters of eggs, coils of thick sausage links, baskets of croissants, and so much more. The flavor is divine, everything tastes better than the last, as it should be for someone who has employed the greatest cooks in the land for your kitchen. You can't believe how much food you're packing in, it's as if you're digesting it as fast as you can stuff it into your belly. You easily manage to eat what would be enough food to feed the old you for a month in barely half an hour and yet it's still not enough.

Meanwhile, Rodrick began to tear into his own meal along with the rest of the servants seated in the dining hall; though, in a far more civilized manner compared to your unhinged display of gluttony. "You're much hungrier than usual this morn, my Liege. You must've indulged the men of your harem quite passionately last night." he says with a chuckle in between bites of sausage. "Aye!" one of your husbands, a large olive green orc named Ulger, guffaws with his mouth full of food "His majesty's lust is as insatiable as his belly! It takes all of us just to milk him dry!" He laughs boisterously and pats the broad back of the minotaur, another of your husbands named Bulworth, who towers over all the others at the table as he tries to eat his cheese Danish. "Hmph, he's not too much to handle." Bulworth says bluntly before stuffing the rest of the pastry into his mouth. "Says you!" retorts yet another member of your harem, a shorter yet incredibly pear-shaped satyr by the name of Thell. "You don't have to worry about being crushed under him!" Thell continues as he enjoys his morning wine and cheese. "Aw don't act like yer not into that~" Ulger taunts and Thell tries to hide his blush behind his goblet though his stubby goat tail wiggles happily at the mention of being smothered under you.

You hardly notice this whole exchange between your lovers as you continued to stuff yourself silly. Though you thought it might not be possible, eventually all that food starts to catch up with you and you start to slow down as your stomach finally starts to feel full. You take care off one final plate of sticky buns before your stomach feels like it can't take any more. You lay back in your wide throne and release a colossal belch the reverberates throughout the entire hall and garners praise and applause from your loyal servants. You rub your taut belly feeling so much heavier than you did when you woke up and your clothes which were quite billowy and loose less than an hour ago are now quite snug around your mammoth figure, not to mention completely covered in food stains.