Martha's magic

chapter 7

‘We don’t have to do anything, you know. I could try to find some stuff of more temporary spells - I can get into the secret library -’, explained Tom.

‘There’s a secret library?!’ gasped Martha.

‘Oh, I assumed you knew. Yes, it’s under the tree by the gates, you have the tainted key.’

‘Hmm.’ Martha stretched out on her bed. She’d invited Tom back with her so they could spend an evening exploring their desires. She pinched at her tummy. ‘I felt huge earlier but now...I’m not even that big, am I?’

‘No. You’re a little soft.’ He squeezed what he could of her love handles.

‘I...I like the huge feeling. Noticing the changes. The differences. I like the process. Now I have the appetite…’ She opened her bedside drawer, pulled out a packet of biscuits and shoved one in her mouth.

Tom was hard again. He didn’t want to make her feel like she didn’t have a choice because he was keen on her gaining and she was naturally wanting to eat enough to make her pile on the pounds.

‘Are you really sure?’, he asked, hoping he knew what the answer to that question was.

‘I am’, she threw the now half-empty packet of biscuits at him, ‘feed me, Tom.’

He shuffled around to sit behind her, so she was sitting in between his legs. His enjoyment tickled her back. This was dream-like for both of them. They stayed like that for hours. She ate, he rubbed her belly, she summoned up something else she wanted to eat...creamy pasta, roast dinner, doughnuts...and he fed them into her mouth, marvelling as her belly expanded out. At first, it was as tight as a drum when she finished a dish, but as the eating continued, he began to feel that his fingers were sinking into a thickening layer of soft fat.

Eventually, her mouth was tired of chewing. She was falling asleep. Tom moved to lay next to her, watching her overstuffed tummy protrude upwards. He laid a kiss on her cheek and stroked her hair, wondering what the true weight of this love affair might be, before falling asleep himself.

‘Wakey-wakey’, called the sun, ‘It’s a Saturday, you can stay in today.’

Martha stared at Tom as he awoke. She reached out for a hug, feeling her swollen belly press against him. He placed his hands on her sides and she pulled herself up to sit on top of him. He grinned up at her as she looked down. She couldn’t quite believe it. Her belly was the largest it had ever been. Her thighs were chunkier. Gone were any traces of muscle. Even though it was empty, it stuck out in front of her. She lifted and dropped the large orb of soft flesh, giggling as it gently thumped down on Tom’s chest. He basked in the throws of their shared amazement, ready to explore her body more. New curves, new rolls...and still expanding. She wriggled back to let him slip inside.