As you enter the next room, expecting even more doors, you find yourself pleasantly surprised. Before you lies a kitchen brimming with activity. Pots boiling various stews and pans are sizzling on the stoves. In the far corner of the room you see an open pantry door. As you walk over to it, you can hear someone humming merrily.
"Excuse me," you say as you peek around the door. The humming man yelps, then turns around and holds up a pot pan as a shield. 'I'm not that scary am I?' You think to yourself.
Looking at your reflection, you see a 20 something man smiling at you. With a chiselled jaw and short, spiky blond hair, few women (and men) have been able to resist your model looks. With a broad and slightly muscular 6' frame, you can see why the man might be startled. Keeping your smile in the hopes of placating your 'victim' you hold up your hands.
"Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I'm just a little lost is all."
The man, who appears to be the chef, instantly brightens up.
"It wouldn't be the first time this has happened, but I can't help it y'know."
"Others have been lost here?" You inquire.
"Yeah, and at a pretty decent rate too. You look hungry, come on, I just made some chilli." He says as he quickly moves around you and starts to prepare some bowls. Just before you can decline his offer, your stomach grumbles loudly, and you decide that maybe a free meal isn't that bad after all.
As soon as you sit, the chef dishes out a large helping.
"Eat up before it gets cold."
You raise a spoonful to your mouth and look at it. You can't help but think he went a little overboard on the beans. However you don't want to be rude so you pop it in your mouth.
"This is really good," you tell your new friend.
"Glad you like it. Old family recipe. Usually gives me a little gas, but the taste is worth it." He winks.
Smiling and nodding you continue to eat, never managing to get enough on your spoon. Your pace picks up and soon, all your attention is focused on finishing the bowl. You nod absently as the chef says he'll be back- something about herbs.
As soon as you hit the bottom of your bowl, you are broken from your eating frenzy. Wondering how you managed to make such a pig of yourself, you look around for the chef wanting to apologise (and maybe ask for seconds).
As if protesting to your gluttonous thoughts your stomach grumbles. Looking down you notice that your white t-shirt, while managing to avoid any splatter, hugs a rather bloated gut. Given how and what you just ate, you're not too surprised at its slope. You undo the button on your pants and sigh in relief as the constriction on your stomach is lightened somewhat.
Looking back at the bowl you notice how big it really is. It's the size of a saucepan! What should have been a meal for 3 or even 4 now sits in your stomach.
You feel a pressure build up in your ass, and you look around to see if the cook is anywhere nearby. Seeing that he hasn't come back yet, you quickly fart. Expecting to find some relief, you are surprised to find that the pressure comes back even stronger than before, and this time it's moved up into your stomach too.
"Well what did you expect, you pigged out on chilli of all things." You mumble to yourself. Your swollen gut gurgles in agreement, and continues to do so. Standing up to walk around a little, you re-button your pants, but push them down to sit a little lower. As you peek and peer into other culinary experiments, you fail to notice a slight hissing sound coming from your gut...