Chapter 5 - the festival

5.
When Ella woke up in the morning, the first thing she smelt were pancakes. 'They're doing this on purpose,' she thought as a wave of hunger passed over her. She snuck down the stairs in her clothes from the night before with her suitcase and passed into the kitchen. She saw a huge stack of pancakes on the counter, covered in butter and syrup. They looked delicious. Slowly, she reached for the fork. She touched it with the tips of her fingers, her mouth salivating at the thought. It took all her will power to put the fork back down. In the other room, she could hear the snarfing sounds of the mother and daughter eating. Ella rolled her eyes and quietly poured herself a glass of water. She was dehydrated from a restless sleep. After this glass, she was out of here.
When she finished, Ella set the glass down and went out to her car. It was eerily quiet outside. She packed up her stuff, got in the drivers seat, and was about to go before a wave of pain came over her belly. She felt herself getting dizzy with hunger and almost fainted. This angered her. 'Fine,' she thought to herself. 'One pancake, just enough to get me on the road.' Ella snuck back in and sat down at the counter.
The first bite was heavenly. The fluffy pancake melted in her mouth as the buttery syrup oozed down her throat. She took another, and another, and another, until she had dropped the fork and knife and was scarfing it down with her hands. Not only had no pancake ever tasted so good before, but she'd never been so hungry either. As she ate, the syrup dripped down her chin, landing down on her legs. She took two fingers and scooped the syrup off and pushed it back into her mouth, moaning with delicious pleasure. Another dropped landed and she did the same. This time though, she could almost swear her thighs were a bit more pillowly. A trick of the imagination, surely. Ella ate bite after bite until she finished the whole stack of cakes and let out a satisfied belch. She patted her tummy in triumph. 'I should be good to go now,' she thought, rubbing her swollen stomach. She looked down to see her shirt had ridden up a bit. She tried to pull it down, but found that sitting down her gut was simply too big. She stood and tried to pull the shirt down, but still no luck. She panicked for a moment. Could she really have eaten that much? In fact, on further inspection, her denim shorts were looking a little tighter too as the cut into her thighs. But she hadn't eaten anything since the night before! With that thought, another wave of hunger came over her. But she'd just eaten a whole meal? How could she still be hungry? Ella tried to think rationally but her stomach won her over. Maybe she could see if Charlotte had any more food in the other room…
Ella walked into the living room to see the two women behind massive piles of food. Pancakes, waffles, huge bowls of eggs and greasy home fries, they were devouring everything. There were two identical recliners, though only Mrs. Danson sat in one. Charlotte was sitting right on the floor, her massive thighs spreading over the carpet with her huge belly hanging between them. Something was wrong. Charlotte looked as fat as her mom, and her mom looked even fatter! Their weight wasn't the only change though. Ella took a step back in horror as she realized both Dansons had sprouted a pair of ears at the top of their heads, grown snouts over their noses, and their skin had turned brighter, almost pink. They had the weight and features of pigs.
Charlotte looked up and oinked happily. "Good morning! I told you the festival was wonderful!"
Ella put a hand to her mouth to cover a scream. "What's happening to you! Charlotte stop! Stop eating!"
Charlotte put a chubby pink hand up. "It's fine! This only happens during the week and by Sunday you'll go back to normal! You'll lose most of the weight too, but hey, it wouldn't be a festival if it was more than once a year!"
"This isn't normal though! Look at how fat you're getting! This can't be right!"
"Don't judge skinny bitch!" Charlotte said back with a grin. "Although…" She looked Ella up and down. "I dunno if I can quite call you that anymore. You had the pancakes huh?"
Ella looked down and screamed in shock. Her shirt hadn't been able to fit over her body before, but now her belly was beginning to swell out of the shirt altogether. She placed her hands over her new muffin top and could feel it growing, pushing further and further into the flesh of her chubbier and chubbier fingers. From what she could still see over her belly, her legs were swelling as well and all of her skin had begun to turn soft and a flush pink. She tried to wriggle herself around to see what was happening behind her as she felt her back become exposed from the shirt too, but she couldn't get a clear look. She hear Charlotte laugh. "What? What!"
"You've got a tail back there now too!"
Ella felt back there and touched something sensitive. A small curly tail had begun to sprout from her newly buxom behind. She yelped, half with surprise, half with pleasure as she touched it. "Stop this!" She shouted as her body continued to grow. "Please!"
Charlotte just smiled. "I can't. You're one of us now. One of Tubton. You'd better get used to it."
Ella was about to yell back when another wave of hunger came over her. "I need… I need to eat something."
Charlotte made a fake pout. "But I thought you didn't want our snacks? You called us too fat. Aren't you afraid of this?" She gestured to her own belly.
Ella gulped. "I… I just need… No. No I won't eat, I won't."
"Oh, Ella…" Charlotte said. "why don't you just come and have a bite? I forgive you."
"No." Ella said, sweating and doubting her own word.
Charlotte just smiled and went back to her feast.
Ella tried to resist her hunger, but as she watched Charlotte and her mother continue to eat without her, she couldn't hold back. Her nose twitched as it formed into a cute little snout and ran into the kitchen and began to gorge herself straight from the fridge. She heard laughing from the other room, but she didn't care. She just had to eat enough to stop being hungry and then she could get out of Tubton. She took a huge swig of heavy cream straight from the carton. 'It was high in calories, so it'd surely fill her up fast,' she thought as it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, covering her swelling breasts. 'This cake is the easiest thing to get into me quick,' she reasoned as her belly grew fatter and fatter, ripping itself out of her shirt, completely exposing her upper half. She stopped for a moment to unbuckle her shorts. She needed to give herself some space to breath so she could eat just a bit more. As the buckle came loose, the button on her shorts popped right off. She tried to pull them off, but they were too stuck in around the flabby trunks her thighs had become. This wouldn't be a problem for too long though, because as she found another stack of pancakes in the oven, her legs became big enough to tear right though the denim. After a while, Ella had to sit. Her growing gut was too much to carry standing up. She laid down on the floor, gasping for breath. She checked the time. Five o'clock. The fridge was empty. She looked at her new pink body. It'd had gone from pudgy to potbelly to pig in just a few hours. She burped and patted her new belly. The only thing she had to say was, "When's dinner?".