Chapter 3 - the obese

Warm...that was the very first thing she felt, as the morning sun started to draw along her. Sun yars blowing and the warm air of fresh bloom and sweets took her nose. Peppermint, fresh and sweetened, it was so homely that she couldn't help but wake and loom around her, the site of plump waddly leafies all around. Round and bubbly, with small pudgy arms, plump little fingers that swollen to stumps, all bouncing along as their sausage like hams of arms jiggled and wiggled along.
"Ootata? Tori tori?" A small spiretelying poked and prodded her, fingers digging within her deep cavern of a naval, bubbling over, consuming their finger, her thick fat jelly belly rolls bounced along, wobbling as they were stuffed down. The sapling grew impatient, puffing with a spark of golden leaves, and patted her butt.
"H-hey! Eh...? Oh jeez...I er...over did it." Catherine groaned, looking over...damage had been done alright. With a soft sigh, she groaned and forced herself to loom up, looking over as the tree huts were all covered , doors shut with branches and leaves.
"The leafies are not used to waking up at the first sun, but I told you I would guide you to the shrine, so let us depart soon as you're ready." The elder sage spoke, still as musical as wind charms. With a little nod, Catherine bit her lip and hoisted herself, tearing sight out grown cloth from her immensity. Plump flesh already peaking out from her dreary leathers, belly bouncing as he slowly waddled and followed the dryad along.
"Ooof...how long is it going to be from here?" Catherine whimpered, the feelith of cloh dragging gin between her portaly plump cheeks, as they jiggled and bounced with each step.
"Ah mortals...so impatient and unable to enjoy the scenery. Do not worry, we will simply head between the brush and soon will be through." The duo waddled, the first rays of sun peering through the greenery and growth, leath soles digging into the damp grass, no noise but the steps and the spirits of the forest waking throughout the growth. When they came past...a new aroma started to peek the nose of Catherine...was it...jam? Blackberry jam...yes it was quite strong,fresh and lightly sugared. The dense wooded clearing slowly turned into brickles and berries, fruits of all assortments, fresh strawberries, just blooming ripe and juicy, trees with fresh peaches, tender and colorful, blueberries dark as the ocean's hue, grapes on the vine, plentiful and in abundance.
"This, is known as the trees gate. All the fruit that one may need can be easily grabbed here, if though only needs it.Beyond is a doorway, that blocks any who desires anything less. Once we reach there...I cannot help you any further." She chimed and slowly waded through the flooded gelatinous marsh lands.
Catherine looked up, eyes unsure but all knowing and nodded "I understand..." She huffed, and continued to wade. Her stomach growled and twinged...she could feel it. The delicious scent...all of these fruits ready to be picked. Eve the bushes that carried such fruit, some smelled of delicious sweet sweet licorice. Where had she gone? She found herself slowly being consumed by such a fantasy, mouth drooling, the flowers that danced and bloomed along, they smelled of fresh pie. Red vibrant ones, of cherry sweet, flaky and with a light crust. The pale ones, like cheesecake, rich and creamy. Was the gate...trying to trick her? No...couldn't possibly...well, perhaps. As they made way past, each little step bursted into flavor, each step she slowly saw herself getting closer, to a stone archway, but as she did, the wondrous most spectacular foods left her reach as well.
The dryad turned and smiled, patting her large blubberous tummy with a small wink. "Tempting isn't it? Go ahead, feast til your heart's content, there's always next year for the fruit. I am sure she will understand." She cooed
"No ... I think I am good." Catherine shook, stuttering with her words as she slowly made her way towards the pillars, crumbling and covered in moss, as a large wooden wall stood on each side, within 50ft of height, and glossed in wet moss. Looking up with a hum...she looked as the dryad smiled, slowly opening the temples doors...her last chance to take a bite from all these arousing foods...but no, she must taste this miracle fruit, sai to rebirth your taste buds. A meat so tender and crisp, cooked to perfect, seasoned in barbeque, pepper and lightly grilled, paired with a thick helping of mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, buttered green beans, scalloped potatoes, and a side of bacon. Of course, for the drink, something so sweet and delicious, a fresh bubbly orange fizzy soda, once you drink, you don't stop drinking. She couldn't take it anymore, Catherine rushed through, bursting through those stone doors and upon that luscious grass yard.
All around...fatties. Some as thin as a doornail, others bigger than a whale. Bellies soft and bulging rounding and wobbling, jiggling and bursting buttons, slowly as inch after inch, dough coming through. The sounds of tables and chairs snapping, belts breaking and tearing away, there was a couple, who continued to rapidly dunk their heads down the lakes, feeding fresh cupcake after cupcake, little bits of fresh icing to match. One, was clad in small bronze mail, as armor trinkets bursted ands welled, little metallic gloves, popping as pudgy fingers gripped into the base of the tree, bright yellow cake and digging her head deep down, slurping and chewing, as the vibrant taste of lemon met her maw. Her eyes almost glazed over by the pure flavor, shaking, blue hair twisting, as her armor popped, pudgy arms wobbling as she dug further within.
"A-are you the giving tree?" Catherine stuttered, not a single pudgy person even looking her way. "I came to have a taste, of what you had to offer, a rainbow fruit, that morphed into anything the consumer desired?"
"I am the spirit of this great forest, my wealth and abundance is offered to all who seek it, here...have a taste...of my gift." The tree swiveled and swerved, and from her top, she started to summon a rather large treat. A fruit, the size no more then her hand, on the outside it was shaped like a blank apple, formless, not even a top nor a bottom. But within...it resembled cake. Like an inwards rainbow, splitting over as color after color spiralled along and within. Catherine...was amazed, it was nothing like the slice like before..this one, was an entire chunk. After the first piece did so much to her body...she wondered what was the harm of perhaps, the whole? She took a bite...and all around, her mother's home made pizza pie came to mind. Freshly squeezed seasoned tomato sauce, with chunky cheese filled crust, lightly buttered with garlic, along the middle it was...toppings oh so many toppings. Fresh pepperoni, mild sausage, canadian bacon, regular bacon and olives and mushrooms. She could see it so well...and bit...and to her surprise, the fruit was hot. So warm...and delicious, She ate away, as four dripping cheese slithered and slathered off, munching and slurping away as she chewed and stretched, biting right into the meaty center as the toppingss filled, as she ate and downed the great treat, each time a slice as downed, she as met with another. So she bit...and bit...and bit. She gulped slurped and even inhaled, calories after calories adding straight into her plump body. Her pudgy fingers doubled and swelled, puffing and touching and kneading into her, fat hands gripping and holding the entire slice, and letting it roll up and be devoured. Hams of arms bouncing and wobbling along, as they rested along ehr chunky sides, her hips ballooned and burst with pure fat, growing and inching over, fattening and wobbling as softness continued to add dough to her body. Cheese dripped from ehr cheeks, as her tongue lathered it up, mmmphing, as her hands dug and gently pressed along her new beach ball belly.
"S-so...big...need...more." Catherine whimpered, so the giving tree gave more, her round soft face was easily met with more and more, and quickly began to grow ever softer, bouncing eagerly as she was swiftly given a triple decker cheesecake. One topped with caramel sauce, the second with strawberry, and the third with chocolate. And overly giddy she bounced and grinned, quickly digging her hands deep within the delicious sweets and fed herself, her tush wobbled and jiggled and bubbled, slowly swishing as her pants strained, groaning under the pressure, as it slowly filled...she resembled someone around 350ish about now. Her poor fat thighs constantly rubbed and merged together. Slowly growing pudgier, as her knee socks slowly grew holes and torn, little sports of fat pouring out from the sides, as she continued to stuff herself. Her cloth shirt tore and swelled, looking nearly like skin at this moment. Her double chin slowly grew bigger, and more pronounced, and slowly adding inch after inch towards itself, as it bubbled and rested along side her neck.


As her pudgy fingers licked and lathered up the remaining bits of frosting, she purred and slowly shook at herself. "I ugh...would love to stay...but I think...this is too much for me." Catherine whimpered, pleading towards the tree .
"Too much? Is art thou denying my gift?" The tree spoke again, as a waterfall of sugar came shoveling towards catherine's maw. She could feel the liquid sugar give her such a rush, that she couldn't help but fall over, upon her rather blubberous backside. Sloshing along, her belly jelly wobbled and jiggled, slowly filling and puffing over, as it bounced and wobbled along its side, clenching towards, she patted and gently held on as fingers slowly gripped and held upon. It was a slushie, an ice cold one, with blue raspberry flavoring, it came drenching down her stomach as she quickly filled and wobbled, as her bubbling belly slowly inched and inched, wobbling and sloshing, gurgling and groaning as it fille