chapter 3

When we get inside, we’re greeted by a large feast, big enough to feed a family. There are three large roasted chickens, a plate of butter rolls, mashed potatoes, mixed veggies, 2 big bowls of mac and cheese, a large apple pie, and a plate of sausages. I speak to the fairies, “Whoa, um, when Greta said she wanted a feast fit for a king…I don’t think she meant—” “IT’S PERFECT!” the curvy blonde interrupts, rushing over to the table to dig in to her feast. A pixie giggles, “feel free to eat whatever you want, your highness! The witch cast a spell that prevents us from running out of food or accumulating garbage, so if you get full, we can just throw the rest away.” “[MMMH!], thanksh, [mmm], wow, you guysh are shooo good at cooking!” Greta says, standing against the table and shoveling food into her mouth.

Feeling pretty hungry myself, I grab a roll from the table. “DROP THAT ROLL AT ONCE!” one of the pixies commands, a deep intimidating pitch in his voice. “This feast is reserved for the royal Queen Gret—” “Whoa whoa, hey guys,” Greta interrupts, dropping all her food and positioning herself between the threatening pixie and myself, “Hank’s my friend, he can eat whatever he wants!” “Very well, my apologies your highness,” the pixie says, looking down. “You better be sorry. Guys, new rule, whatever you do, you don’t get to hurt Hank! Understood?” “But what if he acts out of line?” “If he acts out of line, I’ll punish him myself,” she says, playfully slapping me. “…very well…sorry m’lady.” “It’s alright,” she says, picking up from where she left off with her feast.

I finally take a bite out of the butter roll. “Mmmh, you’re right, this is tasty!” “I know, right?!” she agrees, giggling. “Um, hey, pixies, do you know where all the chairs are?” I ask as I look around for a place to sit. “We only take orders from our queen!” a pixie responds. “Hey! Don’t be rude to Hank, either!” she yells at the pixies, before turning back to me, “Also, sorry Hank…I kinda ate all the seats.” “Wow, all of them? You must’ve been really hungry!” I exclaim. “[MMMH], you have no idea! I ate six chairs, a flower vase, and a coffee table before I called you downstairs!” That explains quite a bit, to be fair. “Anyways, sorry about the pixies threatening you Hank,” she apologizes. “It’s fine, it’s not like you could’ve known that would happen.” She smiles at me. Once again, I smile back.

“Hey, pixies, can you go find a chair for my friend so he can sit his ass down?” “With pleasure, your majesty.” She giggles, still not accustomed to the regal titles. After they fetch me a chair, Greta orders the pixies to leave us alone. I assumed initially this was so we could continue from where we left off at the lake, but instead, Greta continues gobbling down the hearty feast. I suppose that moment can wait for another time. We’re still young, after all. It’s not like we’re in any rush. At some point, we both decide to change back into our normal clothes, but Greta makes haste in doing so so that she can return to her feast as soon as possible.

I end up eating, well, a normal meal’s worth of food before I start feeling full. By that time, though, Greta’s eaten at least twice as much as me. And she’s still going. I never knew she had such an appetite. At some point, she’s exhausted most of the food within arm’s reach, and she begins to move around the table. It’s at this point that I begin to notice her body changing. Over time, her belly, boobs, and butt are all slowly but surely growing larger. Her belly begins pressing against the table, her butt jiggles more and more every time she has to move around the table, and at some point, a rip forms along the cleavage line of her once loose-fitting blouse. For some reason, I just can’t look away.

When she finally finishes her great feast, she’s just barely on the verge between curvy and fat. From some angles she looks fat, and from some angles she just looks really thick. Her blouse is essentially a crop top at this point, and is basically on the verge of being ripped to shreds thanks to her large breasts. Her now exposed midriff reveals a very deep navel, and while it doesn't stick out as far as her boobs, her belly still juts out very far. I can see it jiggle around with every motion. She's still attractive in the conventional sense, but it's a fine line right now.

“Ahhh, that really hit the spot!” Greta exclaims, hands on her plump belly, “That was so good, right?” “Yeah, it was pretty good.” I comment, standing up. She stretches and yawns, “God, I’m really tired for some reason.” She walks over to the couch, her butt jiggling behind her in the process, and takes a seat. As she walks over, I notice something: her and I are now the same height. “Come sit with me.” she says, patting the spot beside her. I do just that, and she leans her head on my shoulder, her soft hair brushing against me as she gently closes her eyes and smiles.

What I decide to do next, admittedly a strange move, is to put my hand on her belly. Just to know what it feels like. “Hee hee, that tickles,” she says, eyes still closed. Her belly is so large. I mean, it doesn't compare to her breasts, but I never expected to see a gut like this on Greta. It’s so soft, too. You’d expect it to be bloated and hard after a feast like that. Maybe one of those spells the pixies talked about is causing her to digest food more quickly. That’s probably why it took so long for her to start feeling full. That is, assuming she is full, and not just tired of eating.

I can’t believe this is the same girl from this morning. She looks so much fuller. I hope for her sake that she doesn’t fill out any further. I’m still struggling to judge whether or not she fully qualifies as “fat”. Honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more attracted to her now. It’s normal to be attracted to curvy women, right? I wonder if that’s the end goal of the spell, to bring us closer together somehow. She does seem a lot looser around me than she was before. I haven’t looked in a mirror lately, I wonder if the spell is making me more attractive to her as well. Perhaps she’s no longer hungry now. Perhaps the spell has done all it needed to do. I’d have to assume the spell is also responsible for her change in height. I mean, I still thought she was cute when she was shorter, but…I mean, something kinda feels more natural about this, now that we’re the same height.

Suddenly, I start getting tired as well. We both fall asleep in each other’s arms, and for a whole night, everything was perfect.

The next morning…