Walking into the auditorium, Janet spotted the large assortment of donuts that had been laid out for them to eat. With her raven black hair and small facial features, Janet looked like the stereotypical image of a Japanese teenage girl, well at least before the Hedonopocalypse. Prior to her capture at the hands of the Tunisians, Janet had lived amongst a small community of Asian rebels in the underground complex of an unmaintained and abandoned health gym. Growing up she had been taught about life before the Aliens, and truly she believed that Humanity should be given back their freedom to live their lives how they chose and not at the hands of some extraterrestrial meddlers.
That being said, it would have been a surprise to most rebels that Janet herself actually had no qualms about the lifestyle that modern humans lived with. There was plentiful delicious food, no one needed to work and had ample time to spend on their own hobbies, and people were generally taken care of in the form of robots for heavy lifting/cleaning even though they celebrated living in filth. Was she against the Aliens essentially turning human into livestock? Absolutely! The tringle-star on her butt still stung. But as for the lifestyle itself? It was something that Janet might not have condoned, but it wasn’t something she would have condemned either.
Every time she went out on a supply run, Janet had hoped against hope that just for once she would be able to find a box of donuts even if it was stale. Alas, the only thing she found were scattered wrappers and crumbs, and the lingering combination of donut aroma and the body odor of whoever ate them. As such, seeing an entire buffet spread of different flavors of donuts for her (and the rest of her group) to eat was almost enough to send Janet into a state of bliss. Glazed, Chocolate Frosted, Jelly Donuts, and to top it all off there was even Boston cream-filled ones. She rushed over and immediately grabbed a total of eight donuts, one each of glazed, chocolate frosted, and Jelly, but five from the stack of Boston cream-filled.
As Janet bit into her Boston cream filled-donut, she let out a delightful moan as the deliciousness danced across her taste buds. Before she had even finished her first, her other hand was already cramming in a second donut that seemed to taste even better. In went the third, then the forth, then the fifth. In the span of five minutes five donuts had already disappeared into her ravenous maw. ‘Oh gods these things are just too amazing, any weight I gain would be worth it if I get to eat more.’ She ate with such ferocity that excess cream had splattered across her face. Janet would have been bothered about the mess, if she wasn’t even more bothered by the fact that she had no more donuts left on her tray.
‘I need more of these ones, NOW.’ Looking up hungrily from her crumb filled tray, she saw that the rests of the girls she sat with had the same mournful hungry look in their eyes. At some unseen signal, they all got up from their table and descended back to the buffet line for more. Splitting up to their favored flavor, Janet rushed over to the Boston cream-filled section, where thankfully not many people had come back to. ‘Weird there aren’t that many people here, but oh well more for me!’ Gleefully utilizing her supply skills, Janet packet the maximum number of donuts she could on her tray without it spilling over and a pint of full cream milk for good measure. When she got back to the table, she saw that all the other girls had filled their trays up as well. However, Janet’s was the only one who’s tray had a veritable pyramid towering over everyone else’s. Ignoring her tablemates’ and friends’ looks of awe and envy, she immediately dove back into donut-induced gastronomic euphoria.
Janet was no longer content with eating one donut at a time now that she obtained a lot more of them. Cream spilled all over her hand as she crammed donuts two and sometimes three at a time into her mouth. Janet’s jaw worked furiously to keep up with her pace, chewing with her mouth wide open to accommodate the sheer amount of food in there and occasionally spurting globs of crumbs and cream onto herself and her friends. Not that they particularly minded since they were too busy doing the same with their own piles of donuts. Cream was smeared completely over her chin and was dripping down to her neck; a small miniscule portion of her mind even felt a sort of twisted pride at how much she was consuming.
Halfway through her donut feast, the sheer amount of cream Janet had consumed was too much even more her. At least, it was too much without taking a drink. Unceremoniously, Janet uncapped the bottle of milk and tossed the cap onto the floor before raising it to her mouth and drinking it. Small white rivers formed as small portions of milk escaped from Janet’s mouth and ran down her chin straight onto her formerly new dress. With great effort, she managed to chug the entire pint of milk and let out a truly monstrous belch that echoed victoriously through the auditorium “UUUUUUURRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP”. Surprisingly, the others at her table and her friends weren’t disgusted at all, letting out giggles in response while a few even let out (smaller) belches of their own.
“Well, if you girls like the basic flavors this much you’ll love the real donuts we’ll have next time.” Janet’s Community Director beamed as she walked past her table. That one comment alone was enough to send Janet’s entire table into another food-based daydream. ‘There’s even better flavors??’
‘Well, I hate that it was forced on us, but it doesn’t seem like a bad life at least.’ Janet mused, before descending back to finish the second half of her donut pyramid.