Chapter 4 - the end

That moment, it felt like eons passed, her poor arms chunked and chubbed over, swelling fattening and growing ever thicker, round fatter and fatter until her body couldn't take any more, she gasped and bit the tree, whining and puffing as she slowly rolled upon her side, fat wobbling and shaking and jiggling. Thick doughy stomach smacking and wobbling, with small little red marks of blub, soft belly fat lazing against her knees. Catherines eyes glazed, lazing over as she slowly tilted and whimpered, feeling her poor fat belly might pop, as she grew...Until she rolled, puffing cheeks slowly sloshing, and gurgling, moaning as she couldn't take a single drop....and then...POOF! She was home, all around her oaken walls covered her, bed creaking under her soft chubby, looming down she couldn't believe it! It was so lovely, to be able to wiggle her fingers without her pudgy wiggling. That poor feeling...her stomach so full, nearing bursting.
A small rumbling came from below, the cheery sound of a wonderful muse gently shook her ears."Ack, back already deary? I prepared ya a wonderful biscuit n egg breakfast." Catherines mother pondered, gently knocking away at her door, the smell of fresh, poached eggs with holiday sauce, seasoning , fluffy milk butter biscuits and whipped gravy with sausage pierced her nose.
Catherine titled and shook...none of this was really adding up to her. "H-home already? What happened?" She quizzed, eagerly grabbing a plate of breakfast.
"Why, you said you were off to find a fruit, gone for a few days and this odd shrub brought ya back, ah but that's me rambling, let's eat."
So...it was true, the divine tree that spoke to her in the woods...all those races, coming together for such a magical fruit...such a wonderous memory...what happened to all that blubber? But before she could think another second...she gently reached down within her pocket...a note?
"Dear Catherine, you have been a wonderful servant to the goddess, you were filled with my bountiful energy, until you grew ripe and plump,when you became the biggest, and soon became as round as you could, you blossomed into the elegant blob. At your peak, we have claimed you and harvested you, and you became a growing seed, and one day you will become a proper fruit again.
Sincerely,
The giving tree.

She dug within her pocket, a slice of fruit, one that was endless and bountiful as the forest itself...and took a bite.


End