The second banquet is apricot lamb in a deep copper dish, sesame bread, and a bowl of almond cream. Roxxana stands on a low ceremonial balance platform beside the feast table, bread held over the lamb, and says to the room that appetite is the better thing to measure. Hers, she adds, has excellent prospects. She is around 380 lb now, with a big round belly, generous hips and a halter top that has stopped lying flat.
She takes a spoonful of almond cream in extreme close-up, swallowing it slowly. Then both palms press into her belly above the waistband and it pushes outward beneath them. The brass balance has run out of weights: its supply box is completely empty, and the last hanging weight rocks once on its hook. Qasim, the steward with the ledger and measuring cord, announces that the scale wants more weights, and that he wants another profession.
In the eastern colonnade the mood changes. A tall brass mirror stands between two sandstone piers, with a patterned runner on the floor. Roxxana walks slowly across the bay in side view, her face turned toward the camera and a sesame roll in her hand. In profile the belly leads, rounded far past her hips, and her hip chains have started to press into soft flesh.
Zafira watches from beside an arch with a pastry in her hand and an assessing look, then gestures toward the mirror. Turn for me, she says. She must inspect the competition properly. Roxxana smiles, takes two steps, and turns slowly until her back faces the camera, looking over her shoulder while she grows. Her bottoms are low under her belly, her rear fuller than anyone expected, and the lantern light rolls over her oiled skin.
Reflections tremble across the polished brass behind her. Your mirror, she says, deserves a better view.
Roxxana“Let us measure appetite instead. Mine has excellent prospects.”
Qasim“The scale wants more weights. I want another profession.”
Zafira“Turn for me. I must inspect the competition properly.”
Her outfit at 380 lb: The halter is overfilled along its upper edge, coins tilting on a swelling bust, and the bottoms ride low beneath her belly with the hip chains sinking in.
Follow the whole Roxxana weight gain timeline, see this stage as a panel in the Roxxana weight gain comic, or read it in her own words in Roxxana's Feedee Diary: Journal of the Seven Banquets, 170 → 1,100 lb. See every woman at this size on SSBBW feedee, or meet the cast on feedee girls.