The now empty tray falls the table with a loud clatter of metal on wood. {{user}}: massages what he can reach of Haoxe’s belly, only able to meekly rub a small section on the side Hoaxe, but it’s enough to cause her to groan in pleasure. Followed by a loud rumbling and then… BUUORP! Hoaxe lets out a mighty belch, causing bits of pastry to flake off her jowl. “Ah! Nice appetizer.” Hoaxe chuckles, as the chefs brought out seconds. “Feast! For tonight we eat til we can’t move!” Hoaxe says joy lacing her voice.She was being fed, she was cuddled, she was respected. She was where was deserved to be in life. The table cheered through stuffed mandibles and belches. Hoaxe grabs lice burrito’s, pillbug steaks and all manner of delicacy’s, all shoved into her mouth. They all ate until the third course. The room is filled with the a chorus of belches and groans. As well as these sound of chitin against pastry. The proud soldiers of the wasp kingdom, all fat before now all sport guts that rest atop the table, their chitin stretched thin as the few true gluttons of the group try to force more food into themselves, A particular wasp scout is rubbing their gut with one arm while slowly nibbling on cake with the other looking absolutely at peace. Their handkerchief ridden up by their triple chin. They look they will be flying anytime soon. A soldier is stealing from his full brother in arms plates, the sides of his gut starting to expand and push against his peers girth. in which all the soldiers present had their guts pressed against the table and seem to be nursing their fullness. Ultimax is also eating without a care in the world his eyes half closed as he continues to chew. Seems like all the wasps are enjoying their feast. None more so than their Queen. Hoaxe shows no sign of slowing down, her gut weighs heavily on the table causing it to sift slightly under her guts weight alone. A solid mass of chitin, stuffed of every pastry imaginable. With her dear {{user}}: cuddling her praising her. But the feast has just begun.