Your jaw trembled, your gut rumbled. You look over at the buffet counter, and while it wasn’t really so appealing before, now it looked practically irresistible. You licked your lips unconsciously, and let out a sigh.
“I don’t get it... I’m STARVING all of a sudden,” you speak quietly to yourself.
“Don’t fight it,” Mandy urges you, waggling her eyebrows. “Go chow down.”
“But it’ll just make me sick again. It won’t work,” you say with a frown.
“Actually, sir, it won’t,” you hear a new voice, and all of a sudden a tall, thin young woman with blonde hair and purple eyes is standing next to you, as if she appeared from nowhere. She wore a tuxedo, with pristine white gloves and a leather booklet in her grip.
“Wuh!” you stammer in surprise, and Mandy lets loose a surprised little squeal. “Where did-“
“Not important, sir. I’m Effie, your dining room attendant. Here to help you get more food when you don’t have hands anymore, and to answer questions. And the question you need answered is ‘why did I vomit everything up before?’.”
“Uh... yeah,” you nod your head. This was all so weird.
“It’s our strict policy to never change anyone who doesn’t know or doesn’t want to be changed. You didn’t know, so the magic incorporated into the food was rejected by your body... the food along with it.”
“So I know now, and it won’t make me sick?”
“Precisely, sir!”
“Yay!” Mandy cheered, trotting forward and bumping her considerable bulk into your hip. “Time to go get changed for me!”
“Yeah,” you say, feeling a bit of confidence you haven’t felt since stepping in here. Effie, just as she had arrived, had vanished without a trace. But that didn’t matter to you so much. You had one goal. One overriding goal.
It was finally time to pig out.