you receive a letter one day saying that you’ve been randomly selected to take part in a living art show at a prestigious gallery and to arrive as soon as you can. feeling excited, you drive out to it the next day wondering what this exhibit could be and what kind of role you’ll play.
once you arrive, a kind faced woman takes your things and leads you to a big empty room with a spotlight in the middle, everything else is currently dark. under the spot is some sort of harness set up hanging from the ceiling and below it, a simply chair. you look to her, confused, while she explains that the exhibit idea is simple:
‘you’ll be strung up in the harness and when you’re able to sit in the chair, you can go home.”
odd, you’re no escape artist… but you shrug and agree to the terms, this is an art show after all it’s not like they’d be up to anything sinister! you let the woman secure you into the harness, it rests across your chest and pulls your arms above your head, forcing you to stand with the chair waiting below you. she smiles at you and says the exhibit will be starting soon, then leaves.
as you’re left alone for a while, you can help but notice just how good the room smells, sweet and savoury scents in the air that please your senses. it’s then that you hear visitors start shuffling in and slowly the lights come up. you see a large crowd of people and an even larger spread of food, all kinds of treats, filling the room around you.
the same woman takes a microphone and explains the same rule to everyone, that you can go home when you’re able to sit in the chair, but to have fun up until that point. welcome to the idol of gluttony exhibit.
with her words and the sudden rush of people grabbing treats from the spread of food, making their way over to you with mischievous looks in their eyes, you realise all too late what you’re here for.
your cry for help is immediately silenced by a slice of pie being shoved in your mouth. you chew and swallow to try shouting again, only for another person to push a handful of greasy fries past your lips. you’re bombarded with all kinds of food from the feast laid out in the room, looking at the visitors with pleading eyes as if they might stop and free you, but they don’t care.
you can feel your tummy starting to round out inside your clothes, you want everyone to stop but… the food tastes so good… no one is listening, no one is helping… part of you wants to just check out and enjoy this. so you do.
you stand there, suspended by the harness, as fattening treat after fattening treat is fed to you by the excited crowd of gallery visitors. some are more gentle, others are rough and poke at your belly as it pushes out further and further. your pants tighten too, people slap your ass and you can feel it wobble. the bigger you get, the more sensitive you feel and you start to moan in pleasure when people touch you.
after an indistinguishable amount of time, you feel your shirt strain and strain until your buttons start to pop off one by one, and the crowd applauds before descending on you again to keep feeding you. you just stand there with your huge beachball belly, happily gorging yourself on everything offered to you at this point, your mind a blissful haze that can only think of eating more and more.
then it happens. *creak… creak… SNAP!* the upper half of the harness finally gives way under the pressure of your massive weight, sending you tumbling backwards onto the chair. the wood bends and groans in agony as it meets with your fat ass, but doesn’t give just yet. the whole room gasps and watches you in amazement during the whole display, waiting with bated breath to see if you will get up and leave, that was the deal after all.
you sit there in the chair and lazily rub your huge, distended gut, your shirt in tatters and your pants barely containing your thickened thighs and jiggling ass. you search the room and meet the eyes of the woman who put you here, she’s smiling at you. you smile back and let out a belch, ‘MORE!’ you shout and it echoes in the space.
‘well my dear guests,’ the woman smiles wider as the crowds begin excitedly moving towards you again, ‘looks like we have ourselves a permanent exhibit.’
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