The magic cottage

chapter 2 - enticement

'Oh wonderful!' she beamed, 'You sit there,' indicating a large comfortable armchair by the window, 'And I'll go and get something. Do you like tea?'
'Oh, yes,' I said 'That would be lovely,' and I settled myself into her huge chair and watched the birds outside the window flitting hither and thither.
Very soon she returned with a plate of strawberry jam tarts. She placed them on a table beside me and said, 'Help yourself to these while I get everything ready.' By 'everything ready' I took her to mean prepare the tea and I let her bustle off into her kitchen whilst the fat glistening jam tarts beamed at me. They tasted delightful, pastry light as air and a sugary, strawberry filling that clung to my lips and fingers. Me and my belly were in ecstasy. All too soon though I found myself picking up last of these scrumptious, sticky delights. I held it in the sunlight as I hoisted my tee-shirt above my extending white belly.
'Last one for you today,' I sighed as I rubbed my pale fatty bulge, loving the feeling of fullness and wellbeing.
As if on cue the door to the kitchen sprang open and the little old lady appeared carrying a tray so large and so laden with breads, cakes and pastries I could barely make out the top of her frilly mop cap.
'I brought you a little bit of everything as I didn't know what you might like to try.' She placed the tray on the tiny table and it groaned under the weight. 'Oh, my goodness!' She gasped, 'The tea! I've forgotten the tea! Oh my! We are going to need a more tables, I can see!'
'Let me help you.' I said, more out of politeness than desire. This was a very comfortable chair and the array of delights she had se beside me looked utterly beguiling.
'No, no, don't you stir!' she insisted as I reached for an éclair, smothered with chocolate and oozing with cream.
'Ok' I replied through a mouthful of creamy goodness.
From I don't know where, she found table after table and surrounded me with them. On one she placed a large pot of rich sweet tea and a jug of milk, on another a tray of warm doughnuts, yet another she filled with delicate jellies and trifles and on the last she placed the most delightful array of cold meats, cheeses and pickles that I had ever seen.
I blushed with delight. 'Oh my!' was all I could utter.
'Oh you do like it! You do!' She clasped her hands together, overjoyed at my appetite and giggled 'Such a good girl!' as I reached for a large sugary iced fancy that had caught my eye.
My belly and I were in heaven. All afternoon I lazed in that chair popping one delicious morsel after another into my sugar-filled mouth. At some point I had asked Gretel (for that was her name) to help me pull my tee-shirt off so that my belly and breasts hung wide, unencumbered by cloth. The warm afternoon rays shone across the large curve of my stomach and the room was filled with a golden glow. I had not a care in the world. Picking at the last of the cheese I let myself fall into a deep and restful sleep.