chapter 5

* A/N: Sorry not sorry for the tiny Moana reference. Haha! *

He wasn’t done, yet, it felt like Jaz had eaten the rations for an entire army. Each fruit tasted delicious whether it was mango, banana, kiwi, melon, or coconut. Whatever he put in her mouth she was forced to swallow it. Her hips burned with the weight of her fecund swell that filled her vision every time she observed the subtle changes in her body.

As she ate her body swelled with new body fat. The changes weren’t huge, but she could see them. A thin layer of fat had been added to her thighs, hips, upper arms, butt, and even her already stretched belly developed an extra layer. Austin’s eyes darkened with lust, his thick erection rock hard. The man had started talking dirty to her about how he wanted to make her into a truly obese goddess. He spoke about how he wanted her to carry a horde of his progeny.

To her dismay, she found herself being turned on by the bizarre words that flowed from his mouth. She had never heard anything like it. All of her life she had been a woman with vanilla tastes when it came to desires. Venturing into the seedy underworld of fetishes had never been on her radar. Jaz was about as innocent as they could come at the age of twenty-four.

Like some teenagers in the late two-thousands, she had lost her virginity in high-school at a party. The experience hadn’t been memorable but it was the first of many one-night stands. One night stands seemed to be her prerogative. Being intimate with another for longer than one day wasn’t something she had time for.

Hearing Austin speak of her growing body in such a way was exciting and new. The sane part of her wondered if he had fed her what she now called Magic Fruit. The darn thing looked like mango when cut up; it could’ve escaped her studious eyes. She had made sure to watch what he fed her but it seemed to have slipped right by undetected.

Inwardly, she cursed herself for not paying enough attention to Les Stroud’s lessons after all. The least she could’ve done was learn how to identify edible foods just in case she was stuck in the wilderness; like now. As fantastical as it was, there was no way she could’ve ever prepared being impregnated and become full term within minutes; nor have the man that put the bun in the oven turn into a crazed lunatic. This whole situation was bizarre and a tale of fiction brought to life. Perhaps she had died in that storm and was stuck in hell.

She leaned on being stuck in some version of her own hell. It had to be better than accept the crazy reality of it.

A tightening of her stomach caused her to whimper, pulling her out of the food-induced haze. Her stomach had reached capacity. Small pains spread across her belly, the result of being stuffed too full.

“Please…” Jaz moaned, her stomach starting to burn, “No more, Austin. Please…my tummy hurts.” Her previously bony fingers rubbed what she could reach of her gurgling belly. The skin felt too tight and hot against her touch. That same burning sensation was being reduced to a minor simmer, similar to menstrual cramps.

Austin’s face changed, his eyes glittering as he loomed above her, his short hair shining in the ray of light that shot through a broken window. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stood there observing her like a piece of prized meat. It seemed in his eyes she was reduced to an object of desire. Tears threatened to flow down her face.

“I…” he whispered, his deep voice nothing more than a rumble in her chest as he seemed to struggle. “I can’t. I must…feed you, Jaz.” That struggle disappeared, a fleeting moment lost in the haze of his mind.

She shook her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks. In the little basket he had made there was half a dozen fruit pieces left, but, it resembled another army-sized portion. As if her body hadn’t betrayed her enough, her stomach gurgled as it fought to digest what she had already eaten. Using what strength she had, Jazmine clamped her mouth shut as he attempted to feed her some more food. Tossing her head side to side seemed to do the trick until one of his hands clamped on the sides of her jaw, forcing her mouth open in the process so he could push the fruit inside where she had to chew and swallow obediently.

His huge hand remained there, forcing her to eat the last remaining pieces until there was two left. In the rainbow-hued haze that blurred the edges of her vision she knew what they were. A sob broke from her chest. Magic Fruit was going to be forced down her throat and there was nothing she could do. Her first mate was too strong, too big to overpower. Trying to lift her knee to ram into his nuts was futile. One of his legs rested upon her legs to hold her down, the feeling almost painful.

She tried to scream as he pried open her mouth but the sound was muffled, nearly choking on the pieces he stuffed into it. Coughs rattled her chest as she was forced to swallow. It had gone down awkwardly and brought more tears to her eyes. For a few seconds she was sure she was going to die, but thankfully she hadn’t, much to her relief.

“Good girl.” He released her mouth, patting her cheek. The muscles on his back rippled and flexed on his way out of the cabin. When he was gone she set about struggling to her feet.

It was a struggle but eventually she was standing up, a hand on the small of her back and another cradling her round belly. With every step her body jiggled. Each step made her hyper aware of just how much her body had grown. By the time she made it outside the plane she was exhausted and out of breath. The exertion had been unbearable.

Austin was nowhere to be seen. Relief flooded her as she surveyed the area around their shelter. Sunlight streamed through the dense canopy. The air was humid but not too unbearable.

Her belly cradled in one arm, she rubbed the skin trying to alleviate the stomach ache she earned from being stuffed. Hopefully the tightness would go away. Focusing on escaping needing to be the focus. They both needed to get off the island before she, too, lost herself to the drug of the fruit. She could feel it’s influence at the edge of her thoughts.

Whenever Austin was gone she felt empty and lonely. The food he had force-fed her didn’t help to quell these weird feelings in her chest. Fear of him doing that again to her made her shiver but simultaneously her nethers grew wet at going through that again.

It was…hot.

She hated but loved it.

Shaking her head she took in the green landscape around her, noticing birds fluttering past every now and then. In another circumstance, this would’ve been the perfect place to hide away from the world. Fresh air filled her lungs. Warm sunlight kissed her skin, the light warming her. Being outside, naked as she was, felt natural. Like she was meant to do this. Meant to shear away all instances of the modern world in exchange for returning to what nature intended for her.

On this island Austin was all that she needed. As much as she hated to admit it, she craved his touch. Just thinking about his big hands roaming her body and dominating her ignited a fire in her loins.

Austin. Her man. Her mate. The father of her future children. Her-

She shook her head, wondering what the heck was happening. Jaz knew it was the drug-like fruit changing her. Even though she resented it, a small part of her – the insane part – loved it. That new maternal longing tugged at her traitorous heart. Rubbing her belly helped to enhance those thoughts.

As if on cue, she felt his chest against her back. His arms wound their way around her to caress and rub the fecund swell of her belly. Small gasps escaped her lips as he trailed kisses down her neck in sync with his rough hands.

“You’re naked. Where are your clothes?” Her voice managed to come out weak, almost a squeak.

The full length of his erection pressed against her middle back, hot and hard. “I no longer need clothes.”

She pulled back from his touch, putting some distance between them. Crossing her arms across her ample chest she glared at him. He merely stood there, a smirk on his handsome face. Even though it had only been two days he had a visible five o’clock shadow that only enhanced his sharp cheekbones. Those stormy eyes she loved so much gazed at her with intense heat.

“Why not? You need protection from the sun, as do I. Our medical supplies will only last so long.”

“Then we will use the oil from the coconuts. The island will provide all that we need, Jazmine. Why can’t you see how wonderful this is?” A wrinkle formed between his eyebrows, his lips twisting slightly.

The heat went away to be replaced with frustration and anger. Fisting his hands he took a step towards her menacingly.

“You’re insane, Austin. That stupid fruit has changed you! It’s changing me! We’re losing sight of getting off this stupid island and getting back to a normal life! Stop this lunacy and help me find a way off this hellhole you call paradise!” She screamed, rage finally boiling over. Sanity was once again at the forefront, shoving the drug-like haze that fruit brought on.

He loomed over her, their height difference becoming very apparent with the sun casting a portion of his body in shadow. If she hadn’t stood up to men twice his size her entire life then she would’ve been terrified, but she wasn’t. She straightened her back, as best as she could despite her state, and stood her ground.