Jeannette, filled with anticipation, rushed to a familiar shop with an aroma that seemed to promise to work a miracle in her stomach. In her hands was a shawarma, huge and appetizing, as if created by the culinary gods themselves. With every bite, with every swing of her jaws, she plunged into a world of flavors, like a wizard opening the gates to an enchanted forest.
But, like in a fairy tale, stopping on time is an art that Jeannette has not mastered. Half of the shawarma was eaten, and her stomach was already hinting at satiety, but the thirst for this magic did not subside. She cont...

Jeannette, filled with anticipation, rushed to a familiar shop with an aroma that seemed to promise to work a miracle in her stomach. In her hands was a shawarma, huge and appetizing, as if created by the culinary gods themselves. With every bite, with every swing of her jaws, she plunged into a world of flavors, like a wizard opening the gates to an enchanted forest.
But, like in a fairy tale, stopping on time is an art that Jeannette has not mastered. Half of the shawarma was eaten, and her stomach was already hinting at satiety, but the thirst for this magic did not subside. She continued to eat, as if searching for that very moment when the magic would be complete.
Something strange was happening inside her. She felt how every bite, every drop of sauce filled her, as if they were building a temple of greatness out of her. Her belly expanded like a bronze cauldron in which a miracle was brewing. But somewhere inside, between pleasure and madness, she realized that this path could lead to something more than just a full stomach.