The following story takes place in an alternate timeline about a year after Trails into Reverie. Note that all characters featured in this work are canonically 18 years old or older by this point.

Emma, Fie, Laura and Celine walked into the cavernous, domed, black stone entrance chamber of the shrine.
Emma brushed the purple braids of her hair aside, adjusted the glasses on her face, and took a deep breath, causing her large breasts to rise and fall. Emma’s purple dress brushed on her white boots, black tights, and green miniskirt as she walked, an ornate orbal staff in her hands.
Laura’s indigo hair, tied in a ponytail, swung behind her back. Her long white coat obscured an athletic and muscular frame. Her white boots, covering up the bottom of her black, thigh-high boots, made a resounding sound when they hit the ground, demonstrating Laura’s powerful stride. Her massive sword swung around in a scabbard around her hip.
Fie walked next to Laura, her messy, white hair running down her back. Her black, thigh-high boots barely made a sound as she walked. Her blue scarf brushed against her beige miniskirt and crop top, showing off her lithe, skinny figure and toned stomach. Her twin gunswords were holstered at her hip, and an apathetic expression was on her face.
Celine was in her humanoid form: a thin, tanned-skin girl with cat ears, a cat tail, purple hair, and purple tattoo-like marks on her feet. She wore nothing but a black coat.
“This shouldn’t be a surprise, but the higher elements are definitely active here,” Celine said.
“Yes. Be careful everyone,” Emma said.
“Wait, do you hear that? I think we’re about to be…” Fie started to say.
Fiends that looked like obese green-skinned women that floated in the air with large bat wings appeared out of thin air all around them.
“...ambushed,” Fie finished.
The fiends shot an energy out of their mouths that all of the heroes managed to dodge. Fie counterattacked with a barrage of shots from her gunswords. Laura disintegrated several fiends with leaping sword attacks. Celine launched fireball after fireball at the fiends. Emma used the opening provided by her friends to charge up an art. After several seconds, she unleashes the art.
“Albion Wolf!” Emma shouts. The entire room is bathed in silver energy, incinerating all of the fiends.
“Whew! That was a bit rough,” Emma said.
“Eh, we’ve all seen tougher than that,” Fie said.
“I feel like people less experienced in battle than us probably would've been bested there,” Laura said.
“Laura’s right. Whatever is happening with this shrine we need to put a stop to it, otherwise these fiends could hurt people. And something about these fiends worries me…” Celine said.
“They’re Adopis, servants of Adopia Gluttonia, the Devil of Gluttony, right?” Emma asked.
“Yeah. I think so. If we’re dealing with one of the 77 Devils, this could be serious. Plus there’s the fact that this shrine suddenly appeared in Legram, which it shouldn’t have since the curse is over,” Celine said.
“We’ve killed devils before. We’ve got this. And I don’t care why it’s here. If it’s here and causing problems, we’ll stop it. That’s what matters,” Fie said.
“We can’t be too overconfident, Fie. That said, I do think that we should be able to handle it if we take it seriously,” Laura said.
They continued journeying through the shrine, fighting fiends as they went, until they reached an unusual room.
It was shaped like a banquet hall but with a curved ceiling. The room went off into what appeared to be eternity at either end, stretching into darkness. In the center of the room, lit by an indiscernible light source, was a table that seemed to stretch just as far as the room. The table was absolutely filled with some of the most decadent-looking food that the women had ever seen.
Large rolls covered with honey. Eclairs. Donuts. Massive cakes slathered in frosting. Baklavas. Bear claws. Pies filled with fruit and meat. Crepes. Pancakes and waffles covered in oceans of maple syrup. Gelatin of an assortment of colors. Cookies of a huge variety of flavors. Chocolate fountains. Chocolate bars piled into walls. Bowls filled with various flavors of ice cream.
Great hocks of ham. Whole turkeys and chickens, both fried and roasted. Plates full of sausages. Bowl after bowl of eggs cooked in a variety of ways. Greasy hamburgers. Steaks of various cuts piled on plates. Pizza pies with a huge variety of toppings. Stacks of fried fish. Potatoes fried in a variety of shapes.
Jugs of juices and alcohol littered the table.
All of it looked and smelled freshly cooked or prepared, and it was the most appetizing food that they had ever seen. The smell of it was intoxicating and practically screamed out at them to sample its flavors and pleasures. Fie and Laura took a tentative step towards the food, looks of hunger on their faces.
“Stop!” Emma shouted, resisting the urge to move towards the food herself, but not easily.
“Emma’s right. Stay away from this food! I can feel magic radiate off of it. It’s dangerous!” Celine said.
Laura and Fie shook their heads and seemed to regain their senses.
“Right. Really weird shrine food. Probably shouldn’t eat it,” Fie said.
“I can’t believe that I was about to eat that. I just had lunch; I shouldn’t be this hungry; it’s obviously suspicious, but…the food just looks and smells so good…” Laura said.
“Don’t blame yourself. That food appears to be magically generated and enchanted to be irresistible. I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist eating them if I stay here for much longer. We need to leave and call for help,” Emma said. She turned around and saw that the entrance to the room that they had used had vanished. “That can’t…”
The others turned around and noticed that the entrance had disappeared.
“That’s a problem,” Celine said.
Laura charged the wall and hit it with the full force of her sword, harmlessly bouncing off of the wall.
“Don’t panic. There has to be another way out. We just need to find it,” Fie said. “Can you teleport us out?”
“Nope. There’s way too much magic interference in here, and I can’t get a signal on the orbal communicator, either. I think we need to search for another way out of here,” Emma said.
“We need to stick together, though. We can help stop each other from giving into the temptation of eating the food,” Celine said.
“Agreed!” the other three said.
They began to walk together along the table in one direction, constantly looking along the walls and ceiling for some means of escape.
Fie, however, was struggling to not look at the food. Her stomach growled with intense hunger. The smell was divine, and the look of the food was so alluring. She kept making sideways glances at the food, hoping that the others weren’t noticing.
Aidios! That food looks so good. That smell…So hungry…Who knows how long we’re going to be trapped here…We’ll have to eat something eventually if we’re trapped here for long enough… No. I have to focus. I just had lunch. I shouldn’t be this hungry. This food is weird and a trap. But it can’t hurt to have just one bite…Sure, this food is a bit weird, but what could be the harm in having just a bit of it? I doubt that it would be poisoned. I don’t get why they wouldn’t just try to kill us in other ways if that were the case. So…hungry…I need to eat. Just for a little bit, then we can go back to searching for a way out. But the others would stop me. I need to distract them first. Fie thought. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a smoke bomb, and threw it onto the ground. It exploded, filling the air around them with smoke.
In the confusion, Fie rushed over to the table and grabbed a steak, cramming it into her mouth. It was cooked perfectly and tasted divine. Tender and juicy, with a perfect marbling of fat and just a bit of spice to make it just that bit tastier. She chewed it as quickly as she could, then grabbed an eclair, shoving all of it into her mouth at once. It tasted even better, soft, sweet and filled with chocolate cream. She had barely stopped chewing it, when she grabbed a honey-covered roll. She had only planned on having the steak, but the food tasted so good, and her stomach just kept growling at her for more. She couldn’t help herself.
Laura ran up to Fie and grabbed Fie’s arm. “Fie, you have to stop. We don’t know what this food’ll–Ooomph!” Fie shoved the roll into Laura’s mouth as Laura talked.
“It can’t hurt to have a bit of it, Laura. It’s soooooooo good. Try some,” Fie said.
I need to spit it out, Laura thought as her stomach growled. But then the sweet taste of the honey hit her and the soft feeling of the roll against her teeth. She bit down. I need to spit it out now. She began to chew. I need to spit it out…but it tastes so good. She swallowed. That tasted divine, but I need to drag Fie from the food now. Laura moved to do so, but hesitated as her stomach growled. She looked at a whole roast chicken. The smell from it wafted towards her, ensnaring her mind. No. I need to eat that. Now. As if on autopilot, she grabbed the chicken, tearing huge pieces of meat off of the carcass, and stuffing them in her mouth. It was perfectly cooked and moist, seasoned with just the right amount of salt and pepper. “Thish ish sho good. I could eat thish forever. Need more. Need sho mush more!” Laura shouted with her mouth full of chicken, her mind having totally given into the food, thinking of nothing other than eating as much as she could cram into her mouth.
“Laura!” Emma shouted, starting to move towards the pair of women who were currently stuffing themselves with as much food as humanly possible, but Celine grabbed them.
“It’s too dangerous. They’re both physically stronger than you. If you try to stop them, they’ll just force feed you, and you’ll end up like Laura is now. We need to get out of here and get help,” Celine said.
“Yes. You’re right. Come on, let’s pick up the pace!” Emma said. Emma and Celine took off running further into the room. 

Laura and Fie continued to stuff themselves with as much food as they could, their bodies in a permanent state of ecstasy from the heavenly taste of the food. However, all of the feasting was starting to have a rapid effect on them. Fie’s figure started to distort with flab. Her toned stomach filled out, developing into a gut. Her normally flat chest had started to turn into a c-cups. Her arms began losing muscle definition. Her thighs became pillars of flab, jiggling as she shifted her weight to get comfortable while she crammed cake into her mouth with the speed of a woman who had been starved for days. The most drastic change, however, had happened in her ass. It was growing more massive by the minute, approaching watermelon size and getting dimples from the cellulite. Her ass jiggled as she gorged, shoving her face into a cake with no sense of shame, her growing cheeks on her face wobbling with every chew. Her careless feeding had resulted in a massive amount of food stains on her straining clothing.
“Laura. Thish cake ish sho perfect. ‘Ou need to try it,” Fie said, food dribbling out of her mouth onto her clothing.
Laura was busy stuffing a pie into her face. “‘Will do that. Musht finish thish first. Shoooooo goooooood!” Laura said. Her athletic figure had disintegrated against the unstoppable onslaught of flab. Unlike Fie, however, most of her gain had settled in her stomach, turning it into a bowling ball that strained her food-stained shirt. That’s not to say that the flab had spared the rest of her body, though. Her chest had filled out into G-Cups. Her thighs were straining against her black stockings, causing them to start to tear. Her ass, while nowhere near as large as Fie’s, had grown noticeably, jiggling with every motion. Her face was stained with the detritus of her many meals, her enlarged cheeks quivering with every bite.

Their gorging continued for hours, but it was not too long until their thickening bodies began to destroy their garments. Fie’s boots were the first to go, the leather tearing against the strength of her enlarging legs. Fie barely noticed beyond some mild discomfort, far too engrossed in her binging as the leather split and tore, She casually shook off the remains off her feet and legs while shoving sausages in her mouth, revealing that her feet had also plumped up inside of her black socks. Her skirt went next, ripping to shreds to reveal her panties, which had become thong-like as they were swallowed by her ever-expanding booty. Her crop-top went next, torn apart to reveal a sports bra that was straining against the flab of her booming boobs. Soon her bra snapped, letting her ample breasts free to jiggle in the air as she crammed more food in her mouth.
Laura was not doing much better. Her shirt went first, falling to the impressive expanse of her enlarging gut, revealing a sports bra that was not going to last much longer. Her skirt was torn to shreds by her growing thighs and gut, revealing panties. Her stockings developed tears, letting bits of thigh flab peak through. Her boots tore and ripped apart as her calves expanded.
They were now nearly naked blobs of fat that just expanded as they endlessly ate, but none of that mattered to them; everything that was not food was not worth worrying about.

Emma and Celine were not sure how long they had been running, but it felt like hours. While they were fitter than most, even they had their limits and had to stop and take a breather.
“This room is endless,” Emma said.
“This is definitely magical. I’m beginning to think that we won’t get out of here by walking. We may need to cast a counterspell,” Celine said.
“Would we even be able to counter the magic of a devil?” Emma said.
“I don’t know, but we’re going to have to try. Now, let’s set up…Emma, what are you doing?” Celine said as Emma stared at the food and started to walk towards it, her stomach rumbling and a hungry look in her eye.
Emma stopped and shook her head. “Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”
“Humans. Why do I put up with you all? As I was saying, we need to–hmmph!” Celine said, before a gag suddenly appeared on her mouth and iron bars around her.
“Shush, naughty kitty. You’re about to spoil the little witch’s meal,” a husky female voice echoed throughout the room.
“Who are you? Where are you?” Emma shouted, moving towards Celine.
“I assure you that I mean you no harm. Sit back. Relax. Have a bite to eat. I assure you that you’ll be much happier afterwards,” the voice said.
“So that I’ll end up sitting their stuffing my face non-stop like Fie and Laura?” Emma said.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I took away their stress and worry and left only joy. But you don’t have to indulge like they do. Just try one bite,” the voice said.
“Yeah, I’m not trusting that,” Emma said.
“Tell you what. No matter how far you walk, you won’t get out of here without my help. Just try one bite of my food, and I will let you leave. You have a strong will. I’m sure that you can leave it at one bite if you wish to. I give you my word that after that one bite, both you and your familiar will be free to leave,” the voice said.
Normally, Emma would’ve seen this for the obvious trap that it was, but with the intoxicating smell of the food and its appetizing appearance and Emmma’s rumbling stomach, the voice’s arguments to just try one bite were getting awfully convincing. I need to free Celine and get out of here. I can’t start eating that food. On the other hand, that thing said that it would let us go if I took a bite. Even if it’s lying, it’s just one bite. I have self-control. I can stop myself after a single bite.
“Alright. I’ll try just one bite,” Emma said, stepping towards the food.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Celine screamed from behind her gag.
“I’ll free you in just a second, Celine. First, I nee–I mean, I’m going to just have one bite of food,” Emma said as she continued to approach the food. Emma grabbed a huge hamburger, dripping with grease and covered in cheese, onions, tomatoes, and lettuce. Hesitating, she took the smallest bite that she could.
It was the tastiest bite of food that she ever had. Perfectly moist and juicy. That tastessssss so goooooood. I need to eat…No! I need to get Celine and get out of here, but if I leave I won’t be likely to be able to eat this burger again. And it’s soooooo delicious. Well, I guess that it wouldn’t hurt to finish the burger. I can always leave after I finish it. Emma began frantically biting into the burger, chewing as fast as she could as she crammed it into her mouth, moaning in ecstasy as she did so.
When she finished, she looked back to Celine and started to walk towards her, but stopped when her stomach growled, and she nearly keeled over from pure hunger. How…How am I hungrier than before I had the burger? I’m starving. I need to leave, but…so…hungry! Alright. I’ll have one more thing, then leave. Emma grabbed some cinnamon rolls and began stuffing them into her mouth, barely giving herself time to chew. It tasted even better to her than the burger, moist and with just the right amount of spice from the cinnamon. If both the burgers and the cinnamon rolls taste this good, what must everything else taste like? I’ll try one more thing, then leave. Emma grabbed a jug of orange juice and began to chug it down as fast as she could. It tasted sweet, tangy, and absolutely divine, making Emma happier than she ever had ever been in her life.
“Well, little witch, do you still want to leave? You only need to ask,” the voice said.
A realization came to Emma. “No! Please! I need to stay! I need to eat this food! I can’t stop eating this food! It’s perfect! It makes me so happy! I just need more! More! So much more!” Emma shouted before immediately shoving her face into a massive cake, eating it as fast as possible.
“Good little witch. Give into the hunger and the taste. Let the food consume your mind as you consume the food, until the hunger and the pleasure is all that remains in your pretty head. Feel your body swell as the ecstasy of the feeding becomes all you perceive,” the voice said.
Emma would have normally been disturbed by what the voice was saying, but now what it described sounded like heaven to her. She forgot about Celine as she pigged out on the food. Forgot about her friends. Forgot about everything but the taste and the texture of the food. Her already impressive breasts expanded, straining her top. Together with her growing gut, it tore apart her dress. Her increasingly thicc thighs and calves wrecked her boots. Her fattening face developed a double chin that wobbled as she shoved food into her mouth, moaning and exclaiming “Sho good. Musht have more. More food.” Her ass exploded in size, wiggling and jiggling every time she crammed a pizza slice into her face or shoved ice cream down her throat.
Eventually, after hours of feasting, Emma transformed into a massive naked blob of fat. Her breasts were still her most impressive feature, reaching J-Cup size, but the flab on her face, arms, gut, thighs and ass were nothing to sneeze at either. It was obvious that she would never again be able to stand, let alone move.
The mysterious voice lifted its spell on Emma just enough to allow her to think of and remember things other than eating and food. “Hello little witch. How do you like the food that I have so generously provided?” The voice said.
“It’s sho good. I can’t have enough of it. What’sh your name?” Emma asked in between bites.
“My name is Adopia Gluttonia. I used to be worshiped as a goddess here until that rotten Aidios locked me in another dimension and called me a devil and a fiend. I’ve been able to use the thinner spacetime walls created by that dreadful curse to break through into your reality, so I can come here to spread my generosity and love,” the voice said. “However, I seem to have been forgotten here. I need worshippers. Will you become one? If you do, I will give you as much food as you can eat. You’ll have to renounce that awful Aidios and devote your whole existence to me, though.”
“Yesh. Of courshe. I pledge myshelf to you. My exshishtanshe ish now yoursh to command. I renounshe Aidiosh and give myshelf over to you,” Emma said without hesitation, being too far gone to even consider any other options. Adopia was going to give her food, and that was all that mattered.
“Very good. There’s one other favor that I would like to ask of you, my little witch,” Adopia said.
“Anything,” Emma said.
“I need an avatar in this world, and I would like to make you it. You will keep your mind and personality, just develop abilities and urges that will allow you to further my goals to bring the bliss and euphoria of this food to all. Think of all of the joy that you could bring to your friends and allies,” Adopia said.
“It’sh a deal,” Emma said. Suddenly, her skin turned green, and massive black wings sprouted from her back. Emma flew up into the air, somehow flying despite her extra girth.
“Oh, there are so many that don’t know this joy. They’re going to be so happy once I give it to them,” Emma said as she flew out of the shrine.