chapter 2: dark temptations

In her dazed and lustful state Mary's mind was flexible and suggestible, high on lust and and jealousy she didn't even notice the glade changing around her. As her tunnel vision and desire to see Mary fatter began to override her common sense. The fire had grown larger a swirling column of flame creating dark and seductive shadows across the glades occupants. It's roar almost deafening and all consuming. The tree's had begun to bend towards them gnarled and grasping, barren of leaves or life. The whole situation had taken on a dark and mysterious aura, but Mary didn't care. All she could see was Maggie and her lithe sexy body.

She approached at the plodding pace her chubby body almost necessitated. Drawing closer with a dark focus, images criss crossing her mind of the way Maggie's shapely body would soon be becoming delectably fat. It was a dark desire undeniably and her surroundings seemed to not just know that fact, but feed off it. In much the same way Mary had fed off just a little too much of her family's pork.

As if bending to her whims Mary began to see tables situated around the golden glow of the flame. Cloaked in shadows and stacked tall with decadent food items. Almost all pastries of one sort or another, looking delectably sinful. Golden short bread almost glowing yellow in the shadows that concealed it. Chunks of chocolate partially melting in the heat of the glade. It was a gluttons heaven and a dieters hell. Perfect for Mary's new driving purpose.

She felt the warmth increase as she drew closer, from both the flame and the way her eyes were tracing Maggie's feminine body. The heat egging her on as she approached one of the tables. The dark wood almost straining at the density of it's bounty. On approach she had appreciated the food items from afar but up close they were something else. Perfectly formed and varied enough you could sample something new every meal for a week. They all looked a unique brand of scrumptious but Mary's eyes turned towards one collection of treats in particular. Her personal favorite. One of the many food items that had contributed to her thicker frame.

The sight of Gingerbread would've sent her to her knees in gracious prayer not an hour earlier. But her own stomach was muted and almost numb. Much like the rest of her soft body. Sensations but desire lost in her manic objective of fattening up her village rival. So her eyes found themselves drawn to it more out of poetry than any desire to stuff her own face. The concept of filling Maggie up with the same sort of decadent treats that had ruined her own figure was simply too good an opportunity. Only amplifying Mary's fantasy to new heights.

She pulled up a platter of the stuff, a wide plate that would've carried a day's meal for most people in the village. It was a struggle for the unfit girl but she managed to heft it up and carry it along towards where Maggie was lying in the dirt. Still looking dazed and confused by her predicament but managing to make it look beautiful. Much to Mary's deep aggravation as she carried the decadent pile of treats closer. It almost toppled over at one point as Mary tried to lower it down. Getting down on one knee to get close to her old friend.

"Hey Maggie, you hungry?" she asked the pretty girl her tone dripping with saccharine sweet venom. It didn't really matter to Mary if Maggie was hungry. Her wants were for the most part irrelevant. But it would be easier to fatten her up if she cooperated. There was also surely a part of Mary that relished in the drama of conversing with Maggie about what was going to happen. "Oh...by god I'm hungry yes..but I should be at the festival right?" The pale girl murmured licking her lips as the smell wafted over from the immense platter. "Of course, but you wouldn't want to go on an empty stomach it's important to keep your energy up" Mary continued her light taunting, the deception fueling the flame building between her legs. "Well you're right, if I eat now I won't have to worry about making a pig of myself" The thin girl said to a sound of raucous laughter from Mary.

Mary wasn't entirely sure how aware Maggie was of her situation. Had she been really paying attention she might've released she was just as intoxicated as the girl she was seeking to fatten up. But Mary only really cared about her rivals awareness in regards to one thing and it was one she soon confirmed. Breaking off a sizable chunk of ginger bread from the plate with a punctuating crunch, she levied it towards her charge. "You simply must try this gingerbread it's simply delicious" she warned her prey with a satisfied smile. Almost immediately Maggie responded as if she were starved, her dazed pupils dilating her mouth curling upwards in anticipation. Most importantly her hands soon rose taking the delicious treat beginning to tear into the chunky sweet food item with unabashed delight.

Her first bite elected a decidedly unwomanly groan of pleasure. It was a sound Mary herself had made many times in her gluttonous past. But hearing it from Maggie was a delight almost equal to all those prior bouts of gluttony combined. Her next bite was a little faster a little bigger a little less gentle and seemingly more hedonistic. The third bite came around without restraint crumbs spraying across Maggies plump bosom the beautiful girl no longer caring. Desiring to fill herself more than keeping good manners. Before she could even realize what her enjoyment was causing her to do Mary was already offering up the next chunk to the dazed girl. Having already tasted it's deliciously addictive flavor once she dug in without a comment. She had only intended to have a quick snack. But that was quickly changing.

The second part disappeared even faster than the first in two heaving hedonistic bites. Lightly smearing the glutton consuming them with crumbs around her lips soon licked clean. Before being provided with the next delicious treat from the overbearing platter. She soon fell into a chaotic rhythm. One which Mary loved every second of. Maggie would devour one treat in bliss and before she could even realize how much she had eaten. Mary would provide another. Filling her belly in a state of too much pleasure to notice her own gluttony. Mary would've preferred her eating out of a trough, but this particular dance was doing well enough for her.

In spite of their equally hypnotized nature Mary was distinctly aware of something Maggie was not. The increasingly gluttonous town belle wasn't just filling her belly. She was filling up her body with blubber. It was a deeply fulfilling sight for Mary to see it happen so swiftly to the source of her jealousy. To watch the pounds of fat creep on with each indulgent bite. To watch the beginnings of rolls forming with each pleasure filled groan. Their was a time not long ago in her life that Mary would've been concerned with the inherent witchcraft of what she was witnessing.

But in a glade cloaked in darkness and flame surrounded by exotic beauties. Fueled by lust and jealously she couldn't care less. All that mattered to Mary in that moment was the sight of Maggie developing a pot belly, and the high she got from being responsible for it. Watching her old enemy becoming soft and round right before her eyes. Thicker and less traditionally beautiful with each moment of passed indulgence. But as with all dances her maneuvering to insure Maggie kept feeding herself experienced a key change of sorts. Which came in the form of Mary's platter finally running empty.

The platter had held an almost stupendous amount of the delicious pastries and it showed on the former town beauty. Maggie's cheeks had gone from sculpted and carved to chubby and full, a running theme of sorts in her new body shape. From her arms to her now almost unseemly large bosom everything about her was thicker softer and rounder. She was decidedly portly with her dress pulled up to her chunky thighs by the sheer girth of her round pot belly. Between her plump overfed body and the spray of crumbs on her face chest and dress she reminded Mary of one of her piglets. In truth she knew deep down they were simply mirror images in that moment. Which only fed into her jealousy. If she wasn't slimmer than Maggie yet, she'd just need to feed Maggie even fatter.

She grasped at the empty platter and pulled it up, leaving Maggie to gently see to her bloated dome of a gurgling gullet. Yet as she pulled the plate up towards the light again the budding feeder paused frozen for a few moments. Her eyes firmly locked on the dark wood of the object she was carrying. She hadn't noticed it when she had picked it up. But it was engraved across it's entire surface by a large pentagram. Everything else had been too distracting and mind slowing for her to fully comprehend. But it was difficult to ignore evidence when your cradling it like a babe. She was amongst the devil and his worshipers.

The dark beauties suddenly seemed darker, the flames too unseasonably hot and the mangles trees seemed all the more gnarled. For a few moments Mary's mind was clear enough to fully understand her situation. Perhaps she could run, flee into the forest. She played many plans through her mind struggling to think with the crackle of flames invading her thoughts. In every one of them she escaped, ever the optimist. Yet she still hesitated.