chapter 5

By the time Nathan woke up from his food and sex induced nap, the sun had set. The sky above him was a deep, bruised purple, stars twinking gently in the twilight. There was a peace that he'd never felt before: a warm, foggy feeling pleasantly contrasted by the soft breeze rippling over his skin. It took him a moment to fully come to his senses and realise that he was barely dressed at all.

His ruined pants were tangled around his ankles and his belly was pressing relentlessly against his long-suffering shirt. The buttons still looked strained; almost as much as they had hours earlier when Craos had stuffed him completely and utterly to the gills. Nathan knew, though, that he wasn't full this time. The food was definitely having an effect on him.

He frowned. He didn't look bad, necessarily, but none of his clothes were going to fit him. People were going to comment when he went home. It was just going to be a lot of hassle. Still, if putting on a little bit of weight was all he had to do to spend a night with Craos, he wasn't going to complain.

He adjusted himself in his chair, trying to make himself a little more presentable but it was no use.

"Are you just going to sit there all night?" Craos called from the treeline.

Nathan nearly jumped out of his skin.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked.

"Only a few minutes. I've been checking on you occasionally," she said. "You can't be comfortable."

Nathan stands up, trying once more to keep some kind of modesty. Craos giggles and shakes her head at him. He must look a mess.

"Come with me," she said.

Nathan followed her to the edge of the trees and then down a winding path behind her house. It led them through the forest for a few minutes until Nathan started to hear the trickling of water.

A moment later and he saw the source. There was a large lake, supplied by many tiny streams and rivers with little glowing lights all around it. At first, Nathan thought of fireflies, particularly the blue ghost fireflies he'd seen in his youth but he was quickly reminded that they weren't native to the area.

Bioluminescent plantlife, maybe? As far as he knew, there wasn't any such vegetation in the area but what else could it be?

As he was considering it, Craos helped him out of his clothes and Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt so much more free and although he felt a little awkward standing there naked in front of her, something about the setting made it easy for him to relax.

She shed her clothes quickly and before he could take in the beauty of her form in the moonlight, she led him down into the water.

It was cooler than he'd have expected but not in a bad way. Nathan tried not to get too distracted as Craos ran her hands over his skin, cupping water and letting it flow over his shoulders.

They didn't speak and Nathan was sure he was going to explode out of frustration. All of a sudden, she stood up and moved to the edge of the water to get out. He was confused, because she'd definitely been looking at him in a way that made him expect a repeat performance.

Still, he followed her, naked, back to her home.

"Do you want to sleep here?" she asked.

What kind of question was that? He was wet and naked. He had no clothes that fit him. Nathan didn't really have another option. He just nodded.

Craos led him into her home and Nathan was overwhelmed. It was beautiful and much larger than it looked from the outside. Smells of food wafted from every corner.

"Do you want a snack before bed?" Craos asked, her face the picture of innocence.

Nathan paused. Sure, he was a little hungry, even though he knew he had no right to be. Still, he knew he didn't need food and was sure a "snack" in Craos' eyes would be a small feast in anybody else's.

He couldn't help but nod again, though. There was a hunger in her eyes. He just wanted to touch her, to kiss her but he knew the first step in the ritual they were perfecting.

Craos winked at him smiled.

"I have something for you first," she said.

She disappeared into an adjoining room for a moment before returning with two items of clothing. She held them up to him before handing them to him and motioning for him to put them on.

Nathan looked at them. They were traditional but the fabric wasn't rough at all. A pair of simple, linen trousers with a drawstring to fasten them around his waist and a lightly coloured tunic-like shirt. He put them on and was amazed to feel that they fit him almost perfectly. If anything, they were a little loose. Comfortable.

"Did you make these?" he asked.

"With a little help," Craos said.

He sat down on a beautiful yet simple wooden chair that looked like it was made from a living tree. Craos brought him a plate of cheese, bread and fruit that was smaller than Nathan had expected. He was actually a little disappointed, until she left to get more.

As he started to eat, Nathan watched Craos place plate after plate of meats and pastries next to him.

"I think that's going to be more than enough," Nathan said after swallowing a huge mouthful of ham.

"Are you sure?" Craos asked.

Nathan didn't even answer. He kept eating, desperate for her to look at him like she had before. There had to be something about the food, or maybe he was just getting used to it, because he managed to eat his way through three plates of food without even struggling. He didn't stop then, he just slowed down a little and let her help him.

Nathan let his mind drift as he got into a rhythm of chewing and swallowing. Craos' soft hands eased his discomfort and made it simple to just keep going. It wasn't until the food in front of him was almost completely gone that he had to stop.

"I'm done," he said.

He knew he'd eaten enough for an entire day of modest eating and that was on top of everything he'd already eaten. Craos helped him to his feet and he felt more than a little unsteady. His center of gravity was totally off; he felt like the huge amount of food inside of him was weighing him down.

Still, he didn't hesitate to follow Craos into her bedroom. The bed was huge and draped in all sorts of fabric that threw odd shadows onto the walls as she climbed onto it. Nathan licked his lips as she laid back and beckoned him forwards. He wanted to ravage her, to completely and utterly take her but he knew he was in no shape for it.

He awkwardly followed her onto the bed, only just managing to suppress a burp as he did so. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him and helped him to get out of his clothes.

Naked, it was even more obvious how far she'd pushed him. His belly was prominent and dome-like and Nathan couldn't help but groan as Craos wrapped her legs around him seductively, putting just a little pressure on his sides.

He felt like he was one bite away from bursting but he was so hard he couldn't stop himself entering her. There, on his hands and knees, as he slowly thrust into Craos, his stomach throbbed in swollen discomfort with every movement. Croas squirmed under him and he realised that his bloated belly was pressing into her.

It didn't take long until he found himself out of breath. His movements faltered a little as he tried to recover and Craos just giggled.

"Have you really eaten too much to fuck me?" she asked.

He nodded, his cheeks flushing red. Anyone else should have found him disgusting but Craos just bit her lip.

"Don't worry," she said with a wink. "You're not too fat for me to get on top... yet."

He could tell from her smile that it was just a little dig, in jest, but Nathan almost shuddered at her words. Every rational thought in his head told him he needed to leave, to go home and probably take up jogging but his dick twitched as she clenched around him.

She kissed him hard before she shifted her legs under him and twisted her hips. In one deft movement, she had him on his back and Nathan moaned in pleasure as she rode him wildly.

She felt so perfect on top of him and for a long while, Nathan could only feel two things: his dick and his swollen belly.