chapter 6

The rest of the day went by without incident, but as the clocked ticked past 5:00 PM, Olivia began to dread going home. What if the Munchies were there waiting for her? Would she be able to resist them again? Should she use them to help her become more like Jake's type? What exactly IS Jake's type? Just how big does he like his women? Did he break up with Becky because she got too big? And how big was Olivia willing to become just to get his attention?

Olivia shook the thoughts from her mind and tried focusing on the spreadsheet in front of her. But she realized she couldn't stay there forever. Eventually, she would have to go home and face those creatures. She took a deep breath and closed out of her programs. She set her computer to shut down and began gathering her things. It was time to go home.

Over the course of her tense drive home, she became hungry again. Despite a larger than average lunch still melting into calories within her, thoughts of the next opportunity to eat gave her a jolt of joy.

She slid her key into the lock and took a deep breath before turning. With a click and a couple of clacks, Olivia's front door swung open. The apartment itself seemed to breathe in relief, exhaling an inviting warmth and aromas of baking and roasting.

"Hello?" Olivia called into her apartment.

Echoing giggles. They were in the kitchen.

One of them waddled out and approached Olivia with a small plate. As it got closer, Olivia saw that there was an array of apple slices, pointed away from the tiny bowl of nutella in the middle, like petals on a flower.

"Just relax, don't you worry. I assure you, we're in no hurry. We've waited fifteen years before. We can wait a little more. You escaped us in the past, so we want to make this last. But we're here to help, make no mistake! We'll make you appealing to Jake! If you want him to find you fetching, you should change into something stretchy!"

The Munchie extended the apple slices with a friendly grin. Olivia plucked one and dipped it into the nutella. Her eyelids fluttered once her lips wrapped around it and her teeth cut into it. Electric sweetness embraced her tongue as it twisted around the bite and pulled it deeper into her mouth.

Chew. Chew. Chew. "Mmm..."

Olivia woke from her reverie and gathered herself before being stern, but relenting. She deserved to be happy. And if she wasn't going to get the job, she sure as hell was going to get her man.

"Just a few more pounds," Olivia negotiated. "I only know he likes them thick; I'm just not sure how thick."

She was already on her third apple slice.

The Munchie began to walk backwards, Olivia following, plucking and dipping more apple slices. "Don't you stress, just move your feet! We have so much for you to eat!"

It led her into the kitchen where every surface was playing host to an ever-diminishing landscape being occupied by trays and dishes. A layout of hamburgers, a tower of pizza boxes, plates and mixing bowls of pastas (red sauce, white sauce, thin noodles, broad noodles, ravioli, lasagna), large baskets of chicken strips and french fries with bowls of sauces for each...basically every single treat Olivia had idly craved over the course of her lifetime.

"Umm," Olivia paused before taking her seat in the chair the Munchies had pulled out for her and were motioning towards eagerly. Her slightly padded rear spread a little as she sat. "This is too much," she said, still scanning the abundant offerings with worry. "If I eat all of this, I'll get huge!"

"Aww Olivia, what's the matter? If you want Jake, then you must get fatter!" one Munchie declared.

"You can capture his alluring eyes, but first you must grow vastly in size!" another explained.

"'Vastly...?'&quo t; Olivia shook her head to clear the fog cloaking her brain. "But that's ridiculous! Why would I change my body for anyone?"

She pushed her fork into a thick pile of rotini pasta and pulled out a hunk. Bite, chew, swallow. Another bite, chew, chew, then, with her mouth full: "If getting fat is the only way to be with Jake, then I'll just have to get over him." Swallow. "That kind of compromise is an absolute deal breaker," Olivia reasoned while the Munchies danced and carried food around her.

They sat full trays down as she waxed philosophical about her current romantic situation and the lengths to which people will go to manipulate others into attraction. As she thought aloud, she snacked on fries and chips.

"Mmmsogood," Olivia praised, cheeks engorged, jaw gyrating.

"Dessert will be awash in sugar! But first, try this greasy burger!"

One of the smaller Munchies waddled underneath the kitchen table, clutching a loaded cheeseburger, buns shiny with oil. It stopped at the legs of Olivia's chair and held the burger upwards.

Olivia looked down and couldn't help but let the cuteness of the chubby creature's gesture compel her to take the burger in both hands, squeezing it firmly to hold the pile of ingredients in place.

She took a deep breath, already regretting sinking her fingers into the plush, grease-slicked buns. Oil dripped from one end, sauces from another. She looked down to see the sweet, tiny Munchie that offered her the burger now giving her puppy dog eyes. Olivia smiled comfortingly and decided not to spend the evening feeling terrible about herself because she broke some adorable little thing's heart.

She bit into the burger.

The buttery buns greeted her lips and tongue, while her teeth crashed into tomatoes, mushrooms, lettuce, bacon, and juicy beef like a squall upon a fleet.

Olivia ripped the burger apart, nearly half of it being crushed and squished inside of her mouth. She moaned as the savory flavor transitioned into pleasure and flowed down her chest, settling in her belly, and trickling into her nethers.

Eyes closed, she barely breathed after swallowing and before taking another bite.

Dishes were moved and replaced, a steady rotation of delectable flavors, an onslaught of calories.

Olivia swelled; nearly imperceptible to a casual observer, yet slowly she expanded, filling with fat. The goalpost of fullness kept getting moved, as her growing body yearned for more. Already rationalizing her decision to allow the Munchies to work their magic on her, she fully surrendered to her appetites.

So she chewed and chewed and grew and grew.

Regular grunts and moans of intense culinary pleasure emanated from Olivia, the overwhelming ecstasy of taste whisking her away.

When her eyes weren't shut in bliss, they were bouncing between the hot dogs and potato chips and between the mountain of chocolate chunk cookies and red velvet cupcakes.

Olivia began to feel as if she was inflating; the diminishing capacity of her belly being quickly outpaced by the amount of food passing her lips. Not only did she feel bigger, she noticed her breasts rising to occupy a bit more of the lower part of her field of vision. Her oversized and stretchy clothes, originally chosen for their ability to hide her thicker form, were being pulled taut against her, being filled and pushed outward by Olivia's nascent chub.

But still, she ate. And ate. And ate.

Awareness soon caught up with her, and as a forkful of cake was coming to her, Olivia moaned and whimpered. She opened her mouth to let it in and her troubled sounds of protest became sounds of pleasure as she chewed into it, cake and icing mingling together in a gooey, sweet ambrosia. Olivia saw herself getting fatter than she had been that morning. Hell, she was already fatter than she had been before walking through the front door.

"That was really good, but-" Olivia was interrupted by another bite of cake, which she ate out of habit and had to take a moment to savor before finishing her sentence. "That was all very good, but I think I'm getting too big." Olivia grabbed her new, thick belly and shook it a little. "Oh no," she groaned, feeling the heft of her midsection. "You made me so fat!"

The Munchies giggled like a live studio audience.

"Please, stop!" Olivia shouted as more cake was pushed past her lips. Then more cake and more. She had to open, chew, and swallow just to keep her lips clear of the fork's pointed prongs. "No more," Olivia tried to say through her stuffed cheeks.

The Munchies only laughed as they fed her. And soon, the cake was gone. Olivia was slumped in her chair, smears of chocolate running from the corners of her mouth and chocolate finger streaks wiped across her belly like tiger stripes. She moaned deeply, the pressure of the feast filling her and pushing against her, an internal force yearning to escape. She was bloating with fat, her body desperately trying to keep up with and sort every calorie ingested.

Olivia panted heavily, like a runner collapsing at the finish line of a marathon. She rubbed her gurgling and groaning belly, whimpering from the discomfort of an overloaded digestive system. She squirmed as best she could in her state, barely having the strength to move at all, but trying to find any position that would reduce the pain of her full stomach. She froze for a moment, feeling the pressure bite down on her insides, and sensing a chance to direct the fullness to another area. She pushed the tension deeper, shoving it into her lower half, which felt as though it had suddenly inflated beneath her.

The pressure pushed against Olivia's bottom and blew out into her seat, making it tremble from the force, everything else trembling from the shockwave. It was a drawn out bellow, drowning out all noise in the vicinity. After it tapered off, she whimpered again, nearly sobbing from the pleasure of relief.

The Munchies erupted in laughter once more, bouncing onto each others' shoulders, dancing around Olivia, carrying pies and treats.