Bunny's First Day (Alternate/Extended Ending)

(Please see 'How was Bunny's First Day' for context to this extended/alternate ending)

Miss Buttertoffte slowly and cautiously devoured the eclair with tentative ecstasy, cream spilling and pastry crumbling onto her engorged cheeks. With her eyes closed she gently swallowed, gasping and gulping for air, wriggling a little as she did.

Bunny leaned forward, once again pressing her firm body into the vast, fleshy expanse of her glutted client, and wiped away the remains of the last eclair from around her mouth and chest. Except it wasn't the last eclair. In fact, there were still a few left on a platter - pump, delicious and oozing with cream. Bunny's pulse raced harder as she glanced at the remaining eclairs, then back at Miss Buttertoffte, laying there gurgling and groaning with gluttonous abandon. Throbbing and quivering, Bunny picked up an eclair, carefully handling its delicate choux casing. Gently, she reached over her client's enormity, indulging herself in the feel of its exquisite texture, her hardened nipples pushing into the forgiving fat. Soft perspiration glimmered over the supple, stretched skin.

Rosie's eyes opened slowly, as though she were awaking from a heady slumber, which perhaps she was after exhausting herself with such an intense feed. It took a few seconds for her to focus on and identify the trembling eclair held before her face by the eager new bunny girl. Miss Buttertoffte's eyes widened and she slowly shook her head as she made eye contact with Bunny.

"Go on," coerced Bunny, "there's only a few left, it would be a shame to waste them Ma'am?"

Miss Buttertoffte was simply too glutted to speak, she just mumbled and shook her head desperately. The glistening eclair was pushed closer still, the trainee feeder's hand still shaking with adrenaline.

Miss Buttertoffte still remained steadfast, her eyes awake with simmering panic. Bunny gazed back intently, still offering up the delicious treat in a confectionery stalemate. She couldn't believe how worked up she'd become from feeding this enormous young lady. Before her shift started this morning, she would never have even entertained the idea, but now? She was hooked, and all she wanted was to feed her just a little more. I mean surely Miss Buttertoffte would be pleased about gaining even more? Perhaps this was a test?

Bunny took her chance, and firmly pushed the eclair to the burgeoning feedees lips. Rosie gazed back with large, helpless cow eyes, but her greed eventually got the better of her, and she cautiously opened her mouth, like the drawbridge of a castle lowering in solemn surrender. Initially taking a dedicated bite, her defences were soon overwhelmed as the rest of the eclair was pushed in eagerly by the excited bunny girl.

As cream burst everywhere, Miss Buttertoffte's eyes rolled back and then closed, as she chewed cautiously on the fattening cream and pastry. Bunny stood back and watched for what seemed like minutes, enjoying the sight of this monstrous fatty helplessly gorging.

Finally there was a hard gulping swallow, and then what sounded like a rumbling of distant thunder. However Bunny could see from the large, grand windows overlooking the lawn that the weather outside was actually quite pleasant.

Then there was another rumble, and a faint gurgle. Miss Buttertoffte's eyes opened wide with panic, her gaze darted around the room erratically, but there was nobody else there. She wriggled her feet furiously and flapped her hands, causing her enormous bulk to jiggle and ripple in response. Then there seemed to be a few moments of concentration, and Miss Buttertoffte contorted her face somewhat, gasping and letting out small, silent burps. Eventually she seemed to settle, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

'What on earth was that about?, wondered Bunny, 'Maybe she gets really bad indigestion? I mean, she has eaten a ton of rich cream and she spends all day on her back.'

Bunny, more fired up than ever at the thought of stuffing her client further, eagerly picked up another oozing eclair. When she spun around, however, her gaze was met with that of Miss Buttertoffte, shaking her head, trying to raise a fattened hand in protest. With no-one else around, Rosie realised her feedee was totally helpless, left in the care of a keen newbie who just didn't understand.

'She's must've eaten hundreds of these,' Bunny reasoned in her mind, 'a few more can't hurt, surely'

With that, the fired up feeder, treat in hand, pushed herself firmly against the huge immobile flanks of her feedee. Reaching across, Bunny eagerly pushed the bursting eclair to Miss Buttertoffte's plump lips, hand once again shaking with expectation. At this close range, Bunny could hear the giant woman's body rumbling and gurgling inside, her skin prickled with perspiration as it struggled to process its heavy indulgence.

Miss Buttertoffte's cow-like gaze finally shifted from Bunny to succulent eclair, her immediate vision fixated upon it. An internal battle was being silently fought; restraint versus greed, good versus evil. Her lips quivered, her big hazel eyes welled up, but in the end it was no use, greed won out. Rosie slowly and tentatively opened her lips, as though she were accepting a live hand grenade rather than a dessert. Returning her stare back to Bunny, ashamedly, unwillingly and regretfully she allowed the eclair to be pushed first gently, but then unceremoniously into her maw by the eager blonde. Bunny took full advantage, and heart racing, stuffed every morsel into her greedy feedee. Rosie began to chew and smack, slowly and nervously, whilst her eyes slowly simmered, somewhat relaxing again.

Once again, Bunny stood back and watched, as this gigantic, gluttonous girl continued to munch on yet more excessive calories. Then, there was a final, satisfying gulp. Bunny leaned down toward the trolley, ready to grasp another sticky pastry, but before she could, the sound of Miss Buttertoffte spluttering stopped her.

Fragments of cream and eclair erupted from Rosie's mouth as she continued to cough and buck. The huge woman flapped her hands furiously, her feet wiggled in futile panic. Eyes darting around the room, they kept fixing on Bunny; but Bunny didn't know what to do, she just froze, wondering what was going on, the faint sound of gurgling and rumbling returning to the room.

Slowly, so very slowly, the gigantic gainer began to swell, as though she were packing on weight in real time. It was almost impossible to be sure at first, but the huge teal briefs were a tell-tale sign; the few remaining creases in the snug fabric began to disappear and be stretched out. The young Miss Buttertoffte flapped and flailed in fruitless protest, but nothing could be done as her over-stuffed body began to balloon, picking up gentle pace as it did.

Bunny watched on, her heart pounding fiercely in a chaotic mix of abject arousal and alarm, as more and more weight continued to be stuffed into the already overloaded young lady. Flanks of fat fought for space as rolls became swollen and full. As minutes passed, the dainty tips of Miss Buttertoffte's petite feet finally sunk into the encroaching surround of soft, growing flesh; one of the last outliers hinting to Rosie's original extremities was steadily being swallowed up. The backdrop of the enormous belly slowly rising and spreading provided another striking spectacle, as fresh pounds were packed into the heaving mound. Whilst Miss Buttertoffte's chubby little hands continued to flail, the vast flanks and rolls of arm fat began to encroach upon them, almost halting their pathetic protest entirely. The monstrous inner thighs and buttocks of the heiress gained steadily too, swelling and spreading any way they could. With the creeping rise of the giant belly and bulge of shoulders and chest flesh, Miss Buttertoffte looked increasingly alarmed as her head started sinking into the billowing fatty surrounds.

Then, amongst the panic, there was the sound of a stitch violently popping. A couple of seconds later, there was the sound of a few more stitches popping in unison, the resulting shift in the fabrics tension causing a sudden quiver of the impatient, heaving fat. The enormous underwear was still holding out, but only just; it's fabric full and taught, crease free, bursting at the seams. It didn't take much longer at all, before the rest of the stitches followed suit, and the overstuffed lingerie exploded, flying across the room. Bunny stumbled back against the wall, holding her chest, pulse racing, as she watched the huge quivering mound of belly and the over-fattened buttocks relax and spread suddenly, finally released from their confinement.

This explosion bought Miss Buttertoffte some time for sure, as the encroaching vastness of her belly and the growing swell of her buttocks had subsided somewhat with the release from their fabric container. The immediate swell of flesh that threatened to swallow her skull retreated to some degree, but that was only a minor relief comparatively. The helpless feedee was still gaining, and gaining quicker than ever. Already struggling for space to pack on more weight before this ordeal started, Rosie's delicate frame was jostled and  jolted as mounds of glistening fat surged, and swelling rolls fought for diminishing bodily real-estate.

The swoosh of cold air suddenly cut through the tense atmosphere as the door to the serving area dramatically swung open. Samuel strode into the room, and then suddenly stopped. He looked down toward the torn teal fabric at his feet, then back up at the ballooning heiress. Samuel glanced over toward Bunny, and Bunny glanced back, but there was nothing they could do. They both stood, frozen. Other members of the team slowly made their way through the doors, but in similar fashion, they simply stood and froze mid-sentence; struck with both awe and terror at the scene before them.

Miss Buttertoffte continued gaining and gaining, the pace steadily increasing, more and more fleshy fat stuffed into an already dangerously engorged body. The rolls of her legs now formed billowing mounds themselves, and soon the desperately wiggling finger tips were swallowed and cocooned by grasping heaps of arm flesh.

Other members of the team began to back away cautiously. There was nothing anybody could do, but Bunny remained steadfast, pressed against the wall, her heart still beating hard. As the room finally emptied, Bunny couldn't resist her intentions any longer. She placed her hands on the ballooning swells of fat - it jiggled and pulsed as it grew. It was warm and unbelievably soft, it was forgiving yet resilient as it pushed for space. Bunny approached the trolley, her hands already quivering, and picked up another eclair as delicately as her worked-up nature would allow.

The massive mound of a woman was still gaining in weight and size, but Bunny knew what she wanted to do; what she had to do. Like a mountain climber preparing for a big ascent, the trainee bunny girl assessed the scene in front of her, and plotted her route to deliver one final eclair.

Bunny's delicate physique looked smaller than ever in contrast to her expansive feedee, but heels removed, she began to clamber onto the heaving, groaning mounds of fat. Her body sank into the soft billows of flesh, and she made the most of it, pushing her hardened nipples and soaking wet briefs into the supple skin. At times Bunny became so aroused she almost lost focus, but eventually she managed to continue her route.

When Miss Buttertoffte saw Bunny's face peering at her from beyond her own fleshy rolls, a moment of relief entered her panic stricken expression. In quite some discomfort as her own body was greedily swallowed up, Rosie was being jostled and wiggled about as hundreds and thousands of pounds of fat fought for more room, pushing and then settling as she hopelessly distended further still.

The relief was short lived, however, as into view came a glistening, cream stuffed eclair, held proudly aloft. Bunny clambered closer still with her precious cargo, trying to hold back the brink of orgasm as she straddled the jiggling masses of fatty, glowing flesh. Finally the feeder was close enough to make her assault, as the eclair dominated Miss Buttertoffte's field of view. Thick cream dripped onto the encroaching bulges of chest fat that threatened to swallow the gaining girl sooner rather than later. In fact, Rosie's head was slowly sinking into an ever increasing swell of back, shoulders and chest, not to mention the towering belly that loomed menacingly.

Bunny's hands were shaking, partly due to the involuntary movements of her client's straining body, but also with sexually charged adrenaline pounding through her veins. As Miss Buttertoffte took a big gasp of air, Bunny seized her opportunity and stuffed the oozing pastry into the helpless heiress's mouth. The gargantuan gainer spluttered and struggled, but eventually succumbed to her fate, her large, fretful eyes rolling back in gluttonous ecstasy as she began to slowly devour the delicious treat.

It was almost too much to take, and Bunny buried her head into the supple body of her client as she ruptured into violent orgasm, her fragile frame writhing atop the vast feedee. Miss Buttertoffte was too preoccupied to notice, as she chewed laboriously on the creamy confectionery; it perhaps offered a brief distraction from her imposing predicament. Munching and masticating, Rosie seemed to temporarily drift off into a greed-filled bliss until finally, hesitantly, reluctantly, she gave one big gulp.

Bunny wasn't given a call-back for a second day.