Wonder Woman strode confidently past the cashier after paying for her single table. She had also paid enough for twenty families to offset this first, but certainly not the last, costly buffet endeavor. Taking a tray, she went for the dessert section first, grabbing cinnamon rolls, brownies, and numerous other tasty delights, dolloping nuts and hot fudge all over the pile she'd snagged.
Finding a quiet section of the buffet, Diana chose a wide booth and sat down.
Taking a large cinnamon roll in hand, Diana spared a moment to stare at the treat and then her toned figure. Barring some of her odder adventures, she had never been anything other than in perfect shape. But the crisis looming for the billions of women in the world caused Diana's moment to end as she placed as much of the roll as possible into her mouth and bit down.
Chewing rapidly, she shoved another bit into her, the taste fantastic.
As she ate, she offered a prayer to Dionysus. "Please grant me the fortitude in appetite to surpass what limits I have in feasting."
She had faith that her prayer would be answered as she grabbed a few brownies, popping them past her lips and enjoying the chocolatey burst of flavor that followed.
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Twenty four trays, Diana tallied in her head, placing a hand on the end result of all the gluttony she'd reveled in. A massive, stuffed, reddening by the moment middle. Breathing brought a slight twinge of pain to her, but she ignored it, standing to her full height and aiding the cleaning duties of her booth by carrying her trays and empty plates alongside the buffet staff.
Smiling her warm grin, Diana thanked them, letting loose a mighty belch afterwards and patting her stuffed form once more.
There were more buffets and stuffed as she was, Diana knew she had more room.
Seventy six hours later found a truly stupefied Wonder Woman. Hunched over, panting, exhaustion nipping at her still muscular legs as she walked into her modest loft apartment, the paragon of the Amazon's vented as much gas as she could to relieve the mighty indigestion roaring within her.
Still, ten buffets without resting for digestion was quite the feat, she reasoned with herself. Next time she was bringing a friend though. Plopping onto her bed, Diana went to bed, wondering where all this digesting mass would end up on her figure.
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