chapter 3: succumbing to hedonism

Because in each and every scenario she returned home. She simply went back to being the fat daughter of a pig farmer. A woman without a ring or any hope of getting one. "I simply...must get back...I should leave some room for the...food at the festival" Maggie grunted. Making a few halfhearted attempts to get on to her chubby legs. She wasn't getting very far with a stomach so completely hard packed with pastries so all her meager efforts served to do was remind Mary of her presence. A rather poor thing to do given her situation. Maggie's sentiment echoed through the grove, cutting through the overwhelming crackling of the flames and directly into Mary's mind.

It interrupted her internal struggle and pushed her over the edge. It was a single thought that captured every reason Mary would have to stay and continue doing what her heart and womanhood had begun to delight in. A girl like Maggie, already bound to some kind man would be free to snack to her hearts content on the festivals many offerings. She could get as big as a barn and as long as she reared a sufficient number of children her doting husband would love her all the same, or at least would have no reason to treat her poorly. While if Mary were to return to the festival, she'd have to watch in blood boiling envy as others partook in the evening's offerings. While she forsook them in the hopes of slimming down.

Mary had done everything correctly, been the good and kind woman she was raised to be. Treated others with respect and never took the good lord's name in vain. Barring her propensity for taking seconds at dinner she had been perfect. Yet it hadn't brought her even a tea spoon's measure of the pleasure she had reveled in watching Maggie billow out with blubber. Nothing in her life before that evening had made her feel the way watching her old rival stuff herself into a butter ball did. No experience before with any boy or half imagined wedding day could compete with the fire it had ignited between her legs. Why should she be good when she could enjoy herself being bad.

It was this final conclusion that completed her turn to corruption and fattening. She was no longer deceived into the dark purpose she had been performing. Nor was her judgment inhibited by the intoxicatingly sexual atmosphere the place held. She was aware of her surroundings and her own feelings and she was choosing to do what she did next. She was perfectly content with her darker purpose. Her body no longer numb but instead filled with a fiery and liberating warmth.

Mary's body unfroze from its state paralyzed by indecision. The lustful girl approached the stack of pastries with a more appraising eye. Her gaze bouncing from one potentially delicious food item to the next. Not that the flavor was quite as relevant to Mary's interests. All she really cared about in the meal was that it would see to Maggie's continued fattening into a porker. She picked up the plater once more, no longer caring about its heretical iconography. She prepared to stack it with only the most fattening of delicacies available. This time her delicate fingers perused for variety over irony. Maggie fattening up on Mary's favorite treat had been a fun bit of drama but she had a feeling mixing it up would further encourage her new piglet to deeper gluttony.

She built her dish with a variety of different and delicious treats. Rolls draped in cinnamon and filled with a creamy interior, biscuits of short bread the width of small plates, bars and chunks of chocolate melting enticingly. Many of the food items were alien to even a fatty like Mary. The decadence in the selection the sort of thing that would've ignited her dreams. A feast for a noble and one with a sweet tooth at that. Needless to say, Mary was quite excited to see the seam popping and belly fattening capabilities her selection would inflict.

The plater was so densely packed Mary almost couldn't see around it, but she found herself easily navigating back to where her personal fat ass was sitting in wake. Planting down her arsenal of fattening treats Mary took a moment to appreciate that Maggie was still stuck. Taking a moment of entertainment to watch the bloated girl struggle to sit up. Sure, any girl who had indulged quite as much as she had would be struggling to rise from their chairs. But Mary couldn't help but fantasize that her former rivals new wobbling thighs and chubby figure were the real culprits.

Maggie was in far too much of a dazed state to be aware of Mary's leering presence. She was so full she felt as though she could pop. Her dress was feeling tight as sin and her mind felt like it was swimming in melted chocolate. Her thoughts made sluggish and lost. To say nothing of the feeling she was desperately seeking to ignore building within her womanhood. But as dazed as she was, in the middle of what could have been her dozenth attempt to get to her feet, something cut through it. Not a sight or a sound, a smell. The divine aroma of Mary's decadent stack of food finally worming its way into Maggie's nostrils. The soft girl ceasing her struggles to get to her feet and instead turning her gaze to the source, drooling ever so slightly at the selection on display.

"Yeah that does smell delightful doesn't it?" Mary asked the gluttonous girl. Even going so far as to rattle the plate a little, shaking its delectable contents for emphasis. Maggie's eyes tracked the wobbling confections in much the same way Mary's had magnetized to the generously proportioned rears of the grove's other occupants. "I... mustn't I wouldn't want to..." Maggie began to mutter still drooling a little at the sight of the delicious treats. The fullness of her gurgling stomach having long slipped her foggy mind in the face of such deliciousness.

"You wouldn't want to over eat? I mean come now, I'm offering you some food, wouldn't it be rude not to try it" Mary offered up the platter with a gleam of charisma in her eyes. She wasn't even sure where her tone was coming from. It's sinful and almost seductive tone felt so alien and yet so right at the same time. Where it originated from was rapidly became irrelevant to Mary though, because it accomplished what she wanted. Maggie opened her eyes wide and blinked a few times. As if the idea of being uncourteous was something that was unheard of her for her beloved ears. "I suppose I could sample some..." Maggie murmured reaching out a softer hand towards the plate. Even in her suggestible state she knew samples wouldn't satisfy her budding gluttony. But she kept up the pretense all the same. Even with her mind foggy and full of sin.

The pretense was kept up for a little longer than Mary had anticipated. Initially Maggie did take one sample from each part of the plate. Scoffing down a biscuit here or a pastry there. Stuffing her face full of each induvial sample from the heavily overladen platter. In spite of her commitment to politeness it seemed it was overridden by the sheer sweetness of her latest gorge fuel. Chocolate drizzled down her chubby face, crumbs poured down into the deepening valley of her cleavage. Despite her earlier lady like mannerisms it appeared that she had taken to eating like a hungry pig. A sight which was both familiar and rather pleasing to Mary. The warmth running all through her body heating up a little at the sight of it.

In taking a single food item from each section Maggie was still performing quite the feat of hedonism. Even without factoring in the way she had glutted herself round only a few minutes prior. With such a plethora of food items on display she was stuffing herself with what would've likely accounted for two days' worth of delicious pastry. Such a feat of true gluttony would've been surely impossible under normal circumstances. No matter how fat the girl or how hoggish the apatite three days' worth of decadent treats would've been too much.

But Maggie was seemingly able to push onwards with her stuffing. Her gut filling up further and further with the countless samples from the platter. Filling her mouth and then her considerable belly with sugary and doughy deliciousness. Her stomach was stretching further and further outwards as it filled rapidly. Every morsels disappearance building further heat and arousal through Mary's plump body. The once chaste girl having to restrain her hands from slipping into once forbidden places. Her delight only seeming to grow with the revelation that it wasn't just Maggie's belly that was filling out from her rambunctious stuffing.

Much like in her first round of gorging like a hog Maggie's body was fattening up. Every bite of every delicious treat she stuffed into her straining belly brought its own pound or pounds of blubber to her already soft frame. Thighs bulging outwards as her rear begins to prop her up additional inches with its thick enormity. To say nothing of her ever-swelling gut, made titanic by a combination of food and wobbly fat. Beginning to split into two flabby rolls drooping downwards as it was filled well beyond its maximum capacity.

Between her initial feast of gingerbread and the density of treats on the sample platter she had become quite the porker indeed. A flabby caricature of the woman she had been. She was by far the most massive woman Mary had ever seen. Even the nobility didn't get quite as fat as Maggie had become. Yet Mary had seen and personally reared far fatter pigs in her lifetime and Maggie was going to be the biggest one yet.