Some supplies for the road couldn't hurt... (Pig)

You may be trapped here for a long time. You'd initially thought this maze would be completed in a manner of hours, but as you delve further into the madness, the likelihood it may be days before you can escape is becoming a pressing reality. How much time has even passed since you got here?

With a rumbling in your stomach, the opportunity to stock up on supplies is too much to ignore. You'd only be able to grab a few items as the skimpy outfit with which they provided you lacked for pockets. You'll have to make sue with what you can carry.

Not wishing to risk any of the more bizarre alien devices, nor becoming a meal yourself by touching the suspiciously innocuous looking oven... you head for the refrigerator and brace yourself to open it up and quickly grab what you can before closing it shut. Can't be too careful, in case it's trapped.

On the count of three, you whip the door open and find...

... food. Normal looking, earth food. Huh.

There's cakes, a drawer for meats, fruits, cheeses... milk? Really, it looks like a normal fridge.

Maybe this is some sort of rest area for the show and not one of the traps? The voice had mentioned it being a set they used to film other shows. It would be silly to fill such a room with traps after all!

You quickly grab what non perishables you can that you can carry and pile them on the counter. Your stomach rumbles again and you eyeball the chocolate cake sitting on the top shelf with a thin trail of saliva slipping the corner of your mouth.

It's true you can't carry it, but perhaps now is an opportunity to reward yourself for surviving this long with a well deserved treat - then you can rest up and press on into the maze.

You slice a piece of cake for yourself and manage to procure what passes for an alien fork from one of the drawers. You take a bite and-

Ho. Ly. Shit.

This is the best tasting cake you've ever had in your entire life. Within minutes you polish off the plate and let out a satisfied sigh from your meal.

You turn to grab your other supplies and leave and...

... another rumble in your stomach.

Huh? You just ate that cake... surely you can't be hungry again already?

Then again, it is alien food, in spite of looking like an earth cake.. maybe the food here is simply less filling?

You resolve to eat another slice... and then another... and another... and...

Eventually the fork is discarded. You begin shoveling more and more cake with your hands into your gaping mouth as you devour the entire cake whole.

There was a second cake too, wasn't there?

You dive back into the fridge and grin happily with a set frosting covered cheeks as your grubby cake covered hands grab for another cake, barely registering as a replacement cake materializes inside the fridge to replace it almost instantly.

This goes on for some time. You shovel fistful after fistful of cake into your mouth, groaning and eventually oinking with shameless delight as you fill yourself more and more. You feel your stomach bulging between the thin fabric attire you'd been given, your stomach swelling along with the rest of you. Breasts push up against your top and the boy shorts strain and risk splitting under your plumpening rump.

More. more. MORE!!

You shovel cake after cake into your face as you swell and swell, eventually, everything fades to black...

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"Welcome back to another special episode of the Brainwashing Contessa! Today we have a special treat as the Contessa teaches you to serve up an extra special treat from the planet Earth!"

The purple skinned woman waves to the hard camera with the smile that earned her so many book tours, TV shows and other media accolades.

"That's right folks! We have a rare earth delicacy we're going to be preparing today.... a human from earth!!"

Two robotic assistance wheel you out. Your thick limbs have been tied corner-post style against two poles as the device that holds you is carted to the center of the room. You oink happily as your rotund stomach bounces as you move and your eyes swirl with hypnotic abandon as the brainwashing Contessa looks you over.

"Oh my, and this is a plump one! You may remember this contestant from a recent episode of the 'Grand Maze' .... let's hope she's as good at being dinner as she was at running that maze! Now if you would, my lovely assistants, i think she could use some basting..."

The two robotic assistance extend strange mechanical limbs and begin to spray your body all over with a warm, buttery substance. Your soft, thickened flesh taking on a healthy bronze, glistening tone under the show lights as you snort happily.

"Don't worry folks... she's been conditioned to LOVE the idea that she's going to be eaten! And to make sure such a healthy specimen doesn't go to waste, we're going to prepare her so she can be swallowed whole by a Fengarian Bloat-Troll! She's going to love sliding down his gullet and spending some time in his stomach before we teleport her out so we can use her again on a future program! Maybe we'll fatten her up a little more before then... I can still see some gristle on those bones! Hehe."

You grunt and snort happily, not really sure what the purple lady is talking about. You're too distracted by wishing you could be eating food right now!

"We'll be back after this commercial break.. don't you dare hit that dial!!"

Oh boy... something sure smells delicious in here!!