Kompera

Gingerbread House III

Added 2022-03-01 00:03:54 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for imposter_dude.

Before Emma knew it, a week had passed. A whole week.

She didn’t know what had gotten into her. Every time she intended to leave, she found herself too weary or lethargic from overeating. Often, Anette just convinced her to stay. The older woman discussed the terrible loneliness of living isolated in the forest, and that made it incredibly hard for Emma to turn away her requests that Emma stay a little bit longer. Not that it was any detriment to either of them. Emma loved it there, and Anette loved having her.

Emma was starting to have some difficulties in terms of clothing.

Anette had offered to launder Emma’s one outfit, and Emma had gratefully accepted. In the meantime, Anette had given Emma a dress slip to wear that was short and fit rather awkwardly at Emma’s torso, but it was better than nothing.

When Emma got her clothing back, she was certain they had shrunk. Her long sleeved shirt no longer pulled completely down over her belly, whereas her thick leggings were shoved beneath the mound, leaving a few inches of bloated flesh to protrude out in the open.

Emma knew that she had indulged in quite a lot of pork chops the night before — she wouldn’t have been surprised if she had eaten the whole damn pig — but this was getting ridiculous. The weight gain, the constant binging, her increasing appetite, and now her clothing.

Emma looked herself over in the guestroom mirror. She couldn’t believe how much her belly was bulging. It had become a round ball, making her look as though she was at least seven months pregnant by then. It was astonishing to see how much weight she had put on and in such a short span of time. And most of that fat was going directly to her abdomen.

Lately, Emma noticed, that she was gaining weight in her chest and backside as well. Her breasts were now bulging heavily from her B-cup bra, and it was getting so uncomfortable, Emma was beginning to consider not bothering with the bra at all.

Her pants were definitely tighter at her bottom, the material stretching more, and shoving down a bit too close to her crack. As she examined her profile, her growing bulges became all the more evident, and she could do little more than marvel.

“Emma!” Anette called from the next room. “It’s time for lunch!”

Emma drew in a long breath. She hated how much she wanted it. She was ravenously hungry even though she had eaten a ludicrously heavy breakfast only a few hours earlier. She felt as though she was constantly hungry, with only short reprieves in the two or so hours following her most recent meal. After that, the urge to eat would stir inside her, and she would dread as it progressed from uncomfortable to unbearable. She didn’t know what was going on with her, but she was becoming a bottomless pit. It didn’t help that everything Anette created tasted better than anything Emma had ever eaten in her life.

Her stomach grumbled, and started to ache, as a sweet, buttery smell wafted up to her nose. Emma groaned. Absently clutching the underside of her belly, she turned to the door, opened it, and walked out of the room.

When she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see the large table there piled with pastries. There were doughnuts, muffins, cupcakes, a cheesecake, a large plate of cookies, a stack of brownies, three different pies, and a mountain of fudge. Emma felt herself salivating at the mere sight of it. Though it wasn’t exactly what she would describe as “lunch,” she couldn’t say that she was disappointed.

“I thought we could do an early dessert,” Anette said cheerfully. “To celebrate our newfound friendship. You know baking is my specialty.”

“It looks amazing,” Emma breathed, her belly gurgling.

“I didn’t make it for its looks. Dig in!”

Emma didn’t need to be told twice. She walked up to the table and lifted two cupcakes, one in each hand. The first was vanilla with thick chocolate icing, and the other was the opposite, chocolate with vanilla icing, plus M&Ms and a caramel drizzle. They were large, but Emma managed to squish one right into her mouth; the whole thing. She moaned in pleasure, the flavors of butter, cocoa, and vanilla bean bursting into her mouth, her tastebuds singing. It was so soft and moist. She didn’t know how Anette did it but she should have been running a fancy bakery. Hell, she should have been serving royalty.

Emma swallowed the cupcake down as quickly as she could, then took the next one into her mouth. She consumed them one after the other, chewing and swallowing, feeling her belly tighten yet wanting everything inside of it. After she had gobbled down the cupcakes she moved on to the cookies, scarfing them down as rapidly as she could. She didn’t even acknowledge how slovenly she was being. In no other situation would her manner be acceptable, but she had subtly been groomed into this state of slobbish indulgence.

By the time the cookies were done, her belly was feeling impossibly tight, but Emma moved on to the cheesecake. It was the heaviest dish yet. The thing was covered in fresh cherries drowning in a sweet gooey glaze. She started off with a fork, but eventually just started scooping up handfuls and shoving it into her mouth. She groaned, not only in pleasure, but discomfort. Her belly was starting to ache, but she didn’t care. She needed more.

Over the course of an hour, Emma managed to force down the pies, brownies, and muffins. Soon all that was left was the fudge, but she was feeling dizzy. She gripped the table, breathing heavily. Her belly was unbelievably tight and unnaturally round, bulging out, making her look as though she was truly with child. She yelped as something popped at her navel, and suddenly her bellybutton was bulging out.

“What a healthy appetite. Why don’t you have a seat, hun?” Anette said, looking pleased.

Emma wearily shook her head, not thinking she could bend. She was so close to being finished, then she could rest. And so, grunting, she reached out and lifted the first piece of fudge as she opened her mouth wide.