chapter 2

Thud! She trips on a log in the path and falls on her side. While she's lying on the ground she notices that she tripped into a fork in the path that hadn't seemed to be there before. Still in pain from the fall and exhausted from all that walking and running she sits against the wall to catch her breath.

The first few moments are silent and then "grumble!" all that excitement got her mind off of her stomach until now. [Man I wish I would have finished that bowl of cereal. How typical, he could've at least bought me dinner before he whisked me away. What I wouldn't give for a slice of pizza or a big, juicy cheeseburger or even better an oven roasted chicken. Chicken sounds so good I can practically smell it cooking right now.] The smell seems so real to her that her mouth begins to water. [Wait a minute! I do smell roasted chicken!] She stands up and follows the scent down the new path.

The scent grows stronger as Lilly continues down the path and before long she sees an open door on the side that seems to glow with a welcoming warmth. Her pace quickens and Moments later she is there; peeking in she sees a well-lit dining room with a closed door on the other side, a grandfather clock and paintings on the walls. The table is long with several chairs on each side but nonetheless empty other than a covered dish in the middle and an empty platter at each seat. Lilly lifts the lid to see a freshly roasted, golden - brown chicken on a platter. The sight and smell of the chicken leaves her mouth open and drooling. She sits down in a chair and grabs a piece of chicken; the second she bites into it she is wrapped in ecstasy. It's the most delicious chicken she has ever eaten, beyond compare really. She is lost in its taste, grabbing piece after piece until before she knows it there's nothing left but bones. Disappointed that she has already eaten it all she looks down and sees how stuffed and bloated her belly has become. She rubs it and then "gurgle!" [No way! That's more than I can usually eat in an entire day! I guess I just have some room left for dessert. Too bad there's no dessert, I could really go for some pumpkin pie.] Her mouth starts to water at the thought of the pie.

"poof" Right before her eyes, on another platter appears the biggest, most beautiful pumpkin pie she has ever seen. [Woah! So these plates or this table or something will bring me any kind of food I want? Looks like I'll be able to make up for everything I didn't eat today!] Joyously Lilly thinks of all kinds of cakes, pies and ice cream until the table is no longer visible under the heap of food. Finally with all the sweets she can think of on the table she begins to eat, starting with that pumpkin pie. With her first bite she becomes a slave to its flavor. Like the chicken, the pie is astonishing. Layers upon layers of flavor in just one bite. She can taste the cinnamon, pumpkin, nutmeg, vanilla and other flavors she has never tasted before; all of them remarkably delectable. Then there is the whipped topping (Always one of her favorite parts), it is sweet, creamy and cool. Oddly enough the pie seems to taste better with each bite and with each bite her pace quickens. Before long the pie is gone just like the chicken. But this time the loss of a food item doesn't halt her ravenous rampage at all, she just immediately grabs her next target: the cheesecake. Its silky chocolate filling, drizzled with white chocolate, melts on her tongue and drips down to the bottom of her mouth forming a luscious pool of cream and chocolate. Bits of toffee that top the cake provide a sweet and delightful crunch, contrasting with the smooth and decadent filling. Thick, creamy and very rich it has brought Lilly to a new stage of rapture and she wants more. Soon the cheesecake is no more and without pause she starts gorging herself with cupcakes, donuts, ice cream. Pastry after poor, helpless pastry is sacrificed to her insatiable gaping maw.

Now unbeknownst to her, (though were you there you could plainly see) Lilly is growing and not just her taut, overstuffed belly but all over. She is getting bigger by the minute, her belly is swollen with both food and fat. The size of her bra has gone up by one cup size by now at least. But her thighs, bottom and hips have gotten the brunt of her weight gain. Now much larger than they were, her hips have started to poke out of the sides of the chair. Strangely enough her dress seems to grow with her body, no rips or tears in sight. By the time she finishes the mounds of ice cream the clock in the dining room strikes twelve and makes a loud tone.