chapter 4: a recipe made whole

Maggie for her part was only tangentially aware of her enormously fatty figure. It was a distant thing to her, concealed by fog and heat. What little self-awareness she had once held was being buried in the onslaught of delicious tastes and fattening treats. The experience was the closest thing to sex her virgin body had ever experienced and the euphoria of it was pushing her past the point of cogent thought. Her mind reeling at the deep pleasure of gluttony and the sensations that stuffing herself like a blue-ribbon pig brought with them. Her mentality had devolved into one of near pure hedonism. The now rather fat girl reaching out for the remains of the pastry plater. But struggling to even reach with the sheer blubbery heft her body had developed.

Mary watched Maggie stuff herself with an interest that mingled satisfaction and sexual attraction in equal measures. The sight of the other beautiful girl growing bloated and rotund with fat was sending a wave of perceivable warmth through her body. Maggie had well and truly become the hog Mary had envisioned her to be. A girl fatter than even she was, with a gut of densely packed blubber and tits fatter than her head. She was truly a behemoth compared to the average skinny waif. Yet Mary knew she could push harder, with the black magics of the place surrounding her she was certain she could make Maggie fatter. Could push the already fat girl to heights of enormity no other woman had ever held.

The thoughts of her prized piggy growing fatter were running rampant through her mind, the images of Maggie's fat enormity sending pulses of near overwhelming warmth through Mary's body. The heat had been building since she first drew closer to the flames. It was running through her, perverse and flustering, yet not arousal. It was something different. The flame building inside of her was for more than just a desire to have the hunger between her thighs sated. It was more important than that by far. Yet despite its superiority it was clear which of the two warmth's was ruling Mary's perverted mind. She may have been aware of the flames being stocked within her chunky body but she was far too distracted by her perversions to notice.

To be fair to our lust addled protagonist, Maggie was putting on quite a show during that particular moment. The simply country girl was completely bloated and fatter than any other woman Mary had ever seen. Yet in spite of having fattened herself to such a completely enormous sense of decadence, her gluttony seemed unsated. She was struggling against her flabby form and overpacked gut attempting meekly to reach out for the still overflowing platter. Fueled only by urges to feel the sweet pleasure of filling her mouth and belly even further. No matter how massive these desires would make her in the process. Yet for all her hoggish desires to stuff herself she was simply too fat and too full to reach. If she were simply as obese as she was, she may have been able to muster a slow and lazy waddle. But so completely hardpacked with delicious pastries and with the body fat percentage of an early spring cow. She had simply become too bloated and corpulent to reach herself.

This sight pushed Mary to the absolute edge, the portly girl slipped one hand below the hang of her belly teasing herself gently. The other hand went to the platter gathering up as much sugary pastries as she could get in one palm. From there she approached her personal fat ass, pushing herself right against Maggie's flabby and churning stomach. The feeling of their breasts brushing off each other sending both girls quivering slightly around their chunky thighs. Mary made eye contact with Maggie the sight of blatant desire in the other girl's eyes only building the bonfire within her higher. No long inhibited by restraint she thrust out with both patiently waiting hands. One to thrust a finger into her sopping womanhood and the other to cram the ball of pastry into Maggie's gluttonous mouth.

Crumbs sprayed across the piggish girls second chin but Maggie was too far gone to care. Graciously and voraciously assisting in her own feeding. Hungrily devouring the fattening food item without a moment of hesitation in her desire ridden brain. Mary was just as driven by the need to fill a hunger as her piggy, though hers was between her legs rather than oozing on top of them like cake batter. Letting out a moan as her errant finger slips between her soft thighs, and into the forbidden point below. Yet Maggie had become just the pig Mary had wanted her to be and that meant she ate as quickly as she could to ensure she could gobble down as much food as possible. This would've been rather sexy if it meant mere moments after starting to pleasure herself Mary was faced with an interruption. Yet before the prospective feeder could even realize this was a potential issue, she felt another pastry fill her palm.

Under normal circumstances such an occurrence would leave even the most wildly horny of wenches to ask questions. But the night was dark and magical and Mary was far beyond even the most peak points of arousal. So instead of questions being asked a pattern formed. With ammunition in hand Mary didn't hesitate before cramming it into Maggies' mouth. The action a sexual maneuver which only enhanced the neigh feral pleasure the situation was filling her up with. A slave to her gluttony Maggie couldn't stop herself from devouring the next morsel shoved messily in her face. Not that she'd ever want to cease the flow of delicious belly straining pastries. As Mary continued working herself, she noticed that once more a pastry had formed with her grasp. Ready and waiting to fill her feedee fatter. So, Mary continued this cycle of self-pleasure and fattening feeding, filling Maggie's gut and belly full of pastries while working her virgin womanhood.

The cycle was an almost maddeningly sexual experience for both girls. For Maggie she was in a constant state of bliss. Buried beneath mountainous thighs her own lady parts were pulsing with pleasure. The sensations of her mouth being filled constantly with the most pleasurable dishes, coupled with the now sensual feeling of her gut expanding with more food. She was in total bliss and unaware of just how much her latest dishes were causing her to be fattened up with further flab.

As with before she was simply fattening up in every key characteristic. As more pastries filled her mouth and gullet she continued to grow. Gone was the double chin smeared with crumbs and chocolate, in its place the greedy mark of a triple chin and the flabby cheeks held by only the most porcine of gluttons. Her breasts continued to thicken outwards with new fat surging to larger sizes and into Mary's now comparatively much smaller ones. Each heaving teat like overripe melons resting atop the lake of her expanding gullet. The gut in question having grown so corpulent with fat and food it now draped over her knees. So massive it had become, Mar was resting her chest atop of it like a pillow for necessity to reach the elephantine girl's greedy mouth.

While Maggie was certainly in quite the state of enjoyment. She couldn't compare in lust and mind-blowing pleasure to what Mary was experiencing. Her virgin body was incredibly sensitive to every touch of her enterprising fingers and to every inch of her body that was touching Maggie's flabby form. Every touch was explosive, every feeling enhanced by the intoxicating nature of the night's air. She reached her first orgasm with only the third pastry crammed into her fat piggy's mouth. But that wasn't enough for the now unleashed sexual thrill seeker within. She needed more. So, she continued to work herself mad with sexual pleasure. Filling her feedee up with fattening pastries and playing with herself so she could continue the cycle.

Time became a blur measured in climaxes and pounds of fat. But even those things soon became countless for Mary whose mind was pulled into the same blissful tide as Maggie's. Soon everything became a timeless sensation of bliss. The world fading away to a hazy and endless tides of sexual stimulation. Yet that couldn't quite go on forever, no matter how much her hands and soul may have wished it. At some point Mary felt her legs finally give out beneath the constant tension and release of the pleasure that had been coursing through her veins. Rather than see, she felt her body fall onto the hill of blubber that Maggie had become due to her feeding machinations. The formerly chaste girl sunk into the mound of fat with an air of resignation. The heat within her was finally dulled. Though the embers of it reminded her of what lay within herself. Almost immediately the soft and giving nature of Maggies blubber combined with the raucous yet soothing churning and gurgling of her stomach, began to lull the exhausted feeder off to sleep.

Mary's dreams that night were as perverse and ravenous as her reality had been. Filled with sexual interactions and beautiful women fattening up. Some of which bore horns and red skin like the demons the local priest had so fervently warned her against. Pentagrams flashed in her vision crossed with endless banquets of mindlessly gluttonous women. The thoughts filling her head with whispers and thoughts that she was sure were not her own. These whispers brought with them knowledge and stories, ancient trials and the power of mysticism. Yet one remained, one dream like piece of information that carried through with clarity into the next morning. It was a simple thing, something all too familiar to her life from before. It was a recipe for gingerbread, and she felt a purpose to ensure others were filled with it.