Chapter 2 - the fat

She saw them, within her dream, they were...odd and wondrous at the same time, so interesting and shapeless, with the most distinct features. They were blobs of nearly 800 pounds and pounds of pure pleasure. Their fat arms too big to lift themselves, round and immense, so girthy and hammy, simply resting upon their blubbery form. Cheeks like chipmunks stuffing themselves for the winter time, full to the brim and taunt and puffed, wobbling and sloshing along, their chest blubberous and huge, round and taut lazing against their vast tummy. Rolls upon rolls of pure jiggle. Their thighs no smaller then a tree trunk, smushed together in a constant jiggle, wobbling about as their thick round blubbery booy wobbled to and fro. All of them looked so...content. Sitting there as branches leaned forth and gently stuffed them with golden fruits. Their eyes sparkled like saucers reflected by the moon, watching as their chubby double chins bounced and bubbled, mouth watering and tongue lapped , Catherine's own tongue started to inch out and beg for it until...POOF!

"AH! Aw jeez, I was having the most wondrous dream mother...a-ah wait a minute...where ...who are you?" She quizzed, looking over as she seemed to have been...caught? These vibrant lush figures had her wrapped tightly within vines, gripped around the arms and legs hogtied. They adorned masks of bark with beautiful crimson , sapphire and honey paints. They were generally...short, some were portly, with wide thick plump hips, soft thick round plump thunder thighs, and small pot bellies, as leafy fingers gently patted and jiggled them like soft drums. The one carrying her was huge! Around seven feet in height, with long vine hair that circled and dropped to her barrel of a belly. Each step sent her sumo frame within a jiggle, her thick hips bounced and swishing along as her fat arms held and clinged upon the pole.
"Ootu oota, pori oto?" The mask spoke, like a humming whisper to her, almost as if a song bird lived behind . "Ori no toto! Gawa oni tah!"
"I'm sorry what?" Catherine whimpered, her face turning to pure dread as the little leafies started to shake and stammer to her ignorance. Some of the leaves even turning into autumn shades as they turned around and all glanced and nodded to each other. Shaking and ruffling of what sounded like a wind charm all covered her ears, until STOMP, STOMP, POUND SHAKE, it was a loud stirring, the birds flew and the leaves all went into their grass huts.
"Fee fi fo fum, I hear a human with not much tum?" She spoke within a roaring voice, ...Catherine dreaded to look up only to be ...rather surprised. A dryad of sorts stood over her, With long curled vine hair, that swooped to her mossy shoulders, flowers of white and purple were all blooming along, her eyes were deep violet, that shun along the moon's glow. Er face was soft and round, like a watermelon, with soft portly cheeks jiggling and wobbling, much like her mother. Her bell however, was a monster, that dragged and bubbled to the ground, wobbling and bouncing as within, was sap and honey, an entire nest seemed to live, as little driplets fell to the floor with each step. Her body creaked and jiggled, as wooden fingers untied her, and slowly brought her chin up and started deep within her with a small smile.
"I am the elder sage of this clearing, what brings you within our tribe, fleshen one?"
She could've well been around 450ish pounds if it weren't for that belly.
"T-they call me Catherine mam, I came looking for the fruit." She quivered, voice trembling even though all the dryad did was radiate in a calming alluring scent. Freshly picked honey, like the leaves or the fresh bark off a new sapling.
"Oh? You are talking about the giving tree? She is like goddess to our kin, we provide her gifts of the forest, and she gives us shelter and nourishment." She chimed.
"Y-yes that one! I want to have possibly a small sample for myself...if that would be alright, mam?" Eyes slowly glowing and getting slightly more cheery at the tone unitl the dryad hummed and shook.
"This...is problem for us. Mortals may not taste the divine fruit, yet they do instead. We leafies eat it, because it provides us energy to continue the cylce of nature, but for mortal , it is too much energy. They are said to feel so much endless bliss, that it overtakes their senses. It changes them, it makes them...unable to resist."
"Unable? " What could she possibly mean by that...the dream? "I am more then willing to take that sacrifice, I came here through the woods...may have gotten lost but no measly fruit is going to overpower me!"
"Is that so? Then try...a slice. A small slice from the goddess itself, and see how you fare?"
"V-very well!" She nodded and took upon the piece and stared, outside of it's shell...it had no aroma...it was pure white and blank, only resemblance is that it was shaped..sort of like an apple? And within that very second...the outside started to change, forming what was seemingly like an apple. Red and juicy and succulent...she took a bite...and it was crisp! She then thought of a delicious ice cream sundae, whipped with almonds, fresh banana chunks, drizzled in raspberry sauce a cherry on top with little whip cream bits, and within the apple, a large heaping bowl of ice cream was met. Within a further delay, she dug in, sinking her face head first and slurping away, as grabbing away at the cold goodness, letting it her maw with icy deliciousness, as one bite was quickly swallowed, the second bite was downed until she started to go down, her lemon belly was slightly drained, pudgy muffin top accompanied by soft hips as more and more downed.
"Mmph, oh my goddess , this is delish~" she beamed, eagerly grabbing another bite as her tummy filled, cloth straining and whining as her bloated gut rested along her fattening thighs,
She could feel them...growing. Her thick legs were puffing up, rubbing and kneading into each other, slowly puffing and rounding, thicker and thicker like jiggly jelly as it wobbled and squished along. She watched as her fat stomach rested and rounded, hips widening over inch after inch , all the leafies could do was giggle as little marks of icecream met her lips. But it was so enticing, and each time she took a bite of the fruit...it refilled.
"This, is the power of the giving tree. She gives and gives, and she never runs out. Human gluttony cannot contain such power. But since it's moonlight fall...how bout we join your bounty?" The leafies shook and jiggled in delight at the site and all nodded in agreement, they all came together and held out their leaves, as each one was given a single piece of the fruit. Some turned into rich sirloin steaks, others large greasy cheesy pepperoni pizzas, with a laze of butter along the crust and filled with cheese. This feast continued the rest of the night, until all the little bellies were sated. And in the moment, Catherine abandoned all her thoughts, and focused on eating, her hips doubled and swelled, her fingers thickened, her cheeks fattened, her chest bulged and her belly bounced, her pudgy arms rested and gently petted and kneaded her new dough, her stomach being so jiggly and taunt, a simple pat made it wobble and bounce along. Cooing n huffing at it's taunt ness. Her pudgy tush wiggled and jiggled with each step, her thick thighs bounce and kneaded as the girl woke up, towards the brinking sun as it loomed over the meadow.
"O-oof...think I may have overdone it..." she whimpered, looking over the aftermath of her new jiggly blubber.
"Do you think you are still ready for the trees bounty, fleshen one?" The dryad cooed, belly round and pudgier than ever, like a fat filled yoga ball, kneading the ground.
"Absolutely! This was nothing!" She gleamed, burping a bit as her belly sloshed.
"Then I shall take you, towards the great giving tree shrine~"

Then...they were off.