chapter 4

"I didn't mean to trick you," Craos said quietly. "I was just grateful you helped me. I try to stay away from humans if I can but you were just so cute."

Nathan frowned. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Had she just admitted that she wasn't a human? Sure, something was up, but this couldn't be real, could it?

He looked down at himself, at the way his clothes clung to his newly grown belly. It had to be real.

"What are you?" he asked.

"I guess you'd call me fae, a fairy, something like that," she said. "I've been here for a long time."

"And your food? What is that about​?" he asked.

"You didn't like it?" she asked in return.

Craos tilted her head a little and shot him a wicked grin. She knew he did.

"Of course I did but... why does it..." he began but he couldn't finish his sentence. Even though everything pointed to her story being true, he knew he sounded insane.

"It's just good, is all," she said with a giggle. "You did eat a lot of it."

"Yeah and I ate a lot of normal food too," he said bitterly.

Even then, his stomach rumbled loudly.

"I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I shouldn't have let you into my world. But you did ask for food. I knew you wouldn't be here long, I guess I underestimated how much of an appetite you really had."

Nathan felt himself blush. She was right. It was his fault.

"Don't be shy. I like watching you eat. You always look so happy. I guess now that you know, there's no need to try to hide myself."

A pair of shimmering wings unfolded themselves from behind Craos' back. They weren't quite typical, not something from a story book but more akin to an insect. A beautiful insect, if that was possible. Nathan was entranced by the light passing through them, light sunlight through a stained glass window.

"I know it's probably poor taste to ask but, can I get you something to eat?" she asked. "You know, one last time? I'm sure you'll be heading home soon."

Nathan raised his eyebrows incredulously. How could she even ask him that? Still, though, he wanted to say yes. Really, what could one last meal do that the past few weeks hadn't?

"Why not?" he asked.

Craos flashed him a smile before hurrying into her house. Nathan took a seat and waited. Smells like nothing he'd ever experienced started to waft towards him. There were savoury scents that made him mouth water, the smells of pastry that filled him with anticipation and then, on top of it all, something sweeter than made him wonder just what she had in store for him.

Not too much time passed before Craos appeared, carrying a tray laden with food. First, she set down a bowl of some sort of stew in front of him. There were knotted breads next to it and Nathan started to eat as she made her way back to the house. As he started to enjoy the stew, which was much too good for something that appeared to just be made from meat and wild vegetables, Craos surrounded him with more dishes.

He drained to bowl in record time, using the bread to mop up the dregs before moving on to some meat filled pastries. He moaned as the light, airy crust filled his mouth and the hot, perfectly seasoned filling hit his tongue.

Craos just sat there and watched, like she always did. She was closer this time, though. Nathan wondered if this was just something she did. He remembered what the internet had told him about her name. The food was good, he was going to enjoy it, no matter how weird the situation was.

He started to feel a little full when he finished the pastries but he wasn't going to stop there. The only thing that made him a little worried were his clothes. His shirt was gaping around the buttons already, straining hard around his belly and his trousers weren't doing much better. They were almost uncomfortable and the more he ate, the worse it got.

Still, it was all he could do to keep eating whilst he stared into Craos' emerald eyes.

She'd baked him two pies, which both looked delicious. The only problem was that they were both big enough for a family of four. He knew he would have been able to manage one with ease but after the other food... well, two was going to be impossible.

"Don't you think you've made a little too much?" he asked, as he pulled both pies closer to him.

"You don't have to finish everything," she said quietly. "Although if you did... well, that would be impressive."

Her wings fluttered behind her as he said it and there was more than a small part of Nathan that wanted to impress her.

He picked up a fork and broke the crust of the first pie. Steam wafted upwards and the unmistakable scent of raspberries hit his nose. The first mouthful was so perfect that he couldn't help but moan in delight.

He made it a good way through the pie, almost halfway, before he really started to feel uncomfortable. His belly was bloated beyond belief and his trousers had started to dig in painfully.

Still, he was determined to finish the pie, if only to get a taste of the next one.

"So, if you're not human, does that mean you have some kind of magic?" Nathan asked. "Anything to help me out here?"

Craos just smiled and shook her head.

"There's nothing I can do for you now. I can use it to help me create food much faster than usual and... well there's a little magic in there already," she said.

Nathan raised his eyebrows.

"Is that why I can't stop eating it?" he asked around another mouthful of pie.

"Oh no, you're just a greedy one," Craos said with a grin. "My food just... takes less time to digest,t that's all. There's nothing better for me than to see someone eat but it always is a little sad if they're out of action for the rest of the day."

That made sense. Nathan had always felt hungry again within a few hours of eating her food.

They chatted a little more as he kept eating which kept his mind off of the dull ache in his abdomen. It wasn't until he heard a loud POP that he realised that he'd definitely overdone it.

He looked down and felt his face flush red. The button from his trousers had flown clear off and they'd burst open, allowing his full belly to surge forward. The only thing holding it back at all was his long suffering shirt.

"Well, I guess that gives you more room, right?" Craos said with a smile.

Nathan realised he only had one bite left of the pie to go. He knew he should stop but he'd just destroyed an article of clothing. He wouldn't be beaten after that.

He swallowed the last bite and pushed the empty pie tin away. He was sure that if he'd stuffed himself full of any other pie, he would have been feeling sick, but nausea was nowhere to be found. Despite feeling like a whale, he still had to try that other pie.

He stuck his spoon into it gently, letting the heat escape and was delighted when he saw the filling. Apple pie was his favourite thing in the world.

He fought through the discomfort and the knowledge that his stomach was pushing harder and harder against his shirt. The pie was fantastic. He didn't stop eating until he was almost a third of the way through and just couldn't stand another bite.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, taking shallow breaths and resisting the urge to rub his belly. It ached like nothing he had felt before and he looked down to survey the damage. There were gaps in his shirt between the buttons where his belly was trying to force its way through. His skin looked tight, pushed to his limit.

Craos leaned forwards to get a better look.

"Do you want help with that?" she asked.

Nathan nodded. He didn't know what she planned to do but he wasn't going to resist.

She stood up and walked over to him. At first he thought she was going to make him finish the pie but instead, she climbed daintily into his lap, straddling him carefully and began to rub the sides of his aching belly.

He groaned in pleasure, closing his eyes and breathing slowly. She pressed into him, forcing out a few small, bubbly burps in the process.

Just feeling her sitting in his lap, perfectly positioned so as to not put any more pressure on his stomach made him feel giddy. The next ten minutes were the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

It wasn't until Nathan made eye contact with her and saw he flushed cheeks that he realised that he was hard and that she could obviously feel it.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked bluntly.

"I uh..." Nathan began flustered. "Is that something we can do? Like can you... can you fuck a human?"

Craos laughed and nodded.

"Of course," she said. "Do you want to?"

Nathan did. He really did but he could barely move. He was so full he felt like he'd never move again.

He nodded slowly, about to explain the problem but he didn't get a chance. Craos kissed him hard, rocking her hips in a rhythm that made his head spin. There was so much sensation involved that he could barely take it.

Before he knew it, Craos had stood up, wrestled him out of his trousers and slowly started to lower herself down onto him. Nathan gasped when he felt her slide down onto his dick.

She rode him slowly, so slowly it was almost agonising but he was so weak to her charms. He tried to buck up into her, to increase the pace but she shook her head once so he stopped.

After a few minutes, she leaned forwards and whispered eight words into his ear that sent a shudder down his spine.

"Do you think you could finish the pie?"