chapter 3 - the feast begins!

He looked around the living room for something which would make a suitable snack. The marshmallow cushions decorating his sofa suddenly looked very appealing. He picked one up and began munching on the sticky, sugary treat and rubbed his belly in ecstasy. He’d been so greedy that his stomach had grown even larger than it had been before he’d fallen asleep and he slowly massaged his gut to ease some of the pressure. He knew he should stop eating like such a pig but letting himself indulge after wasting away for so long was heaven
Hansel was pleased with this turn of events. He thought he’d starve to death on his own out in the forest, but he’d found a friendly face. More importantly, he wasn’t struggling with a lack of food – instead, his problem came from how much of it he’d already forced into his gut. Everywhere he looked there was bowls of food and he found himself dipping into the large pretzels and grazing mindlessly.
He relaxed back into the couch and began to give himself a belly rub, trying to digest as much marshmallow as possible and create some space for even more food. He didn’t want her to be angry with him and not be able to eat her dinner. After all, she had been so kind to him. He had to be polite and eat a sizeable amount of this gorgeous woman’s food.
‘Hansel, dear Hansel. Your dinner is ready’ Her sweet voice called to him.
As Hansel entered the room, his eyes were treated to a literal feast. The spread on the table looked sufficient for a family Christmas, not a normal dinner for two. The smell of the food was amazing – everything looked rich and hot. Cherry pulled a chair out for Hansel, who smiled graciously and took a seat. Though he could still feel plenty of weight in his belly, his fixation on dinner had set off tingles of hunger and he was amazed to hear his belly growling hungrily.
“Please, start,” Cherry invited, waving to the food and smiled invitingly at him. She gave his stomach an encouraging pat and proceeded to load up his plate with plenty of hearty, warm food.
The first mouthful of warm, gravy-smothered mashed potatoes slid easily down his throat. The warmth and the weight of it made the candy feel like nothing. Hansel gasped as his hunger reawakened. He scoffed down his generous helping of dinner, then leant back in his chair and sighed, one hand resting gently atop his even larger belly.
“Seconds?” Cherry smiled, already scooping more mashed potatoes onto his plate.
Hansel hesitated. “Ooh, I don’t know, I’ve already eaten so much today…”
“Don’t be silly,” she encouraged. “Growing boys need all the food they can get, and you look like you need fattening up. You’re so skinny!”
“That’s what I always say!” Hansel beamed, picking up his fork and continuing his enormous meal. She spoke to him as he ate, almost like she had hypnotised her and he stared into her eyes as if mesmerised by her. He didn’t notice her sliding more food onto his plate. By the time he’d actually cleared his plate, the entire table was clear.
He sat back and let out an impressive burp. His gigantic belly spilled onto his thighs, incredibly full and round. His shirt had given up long ago, struggling to contain his massive gut and moobs. He could hardly reach his arms around his stomach anymore. He heaved a heavy, satisfied sigh, then looked up at the table.
“Did I really eat all of that food?”
Cherry laughed. “I do like a boy with a healthy appetite!”
He stood up from behind the table and his t-shirt rode up, revealing an impressive belly. He gave his stomach a hearty slap, seemingly unbothered by the sudden increase in weight. “I-I don’t think I can stand…” Hansel whispered. He tried to shift his weight upwards, but his centre of gravity had shifted to his enormous stomach. He collapsed back into the chair.
“Not a problem.” Cherry stepped towards him and started to sing a sweet lullaby as she pushed his chair towards the bedroom. He felt sleep drift over him quickly but stirred when he felt himself being put to bed. He groaned in discomfort.
“What’s wrong?” Cherry asked, her voice soft and comforting.
He pointed at his stomach. “T-tummy rub,” he muttered, embarrassed. Cherry chuckled quietly, and obeyed. Hansel’s taut stomach was protected by a layer of squishiness and was unbelievably warm as it began to digest the thousands of calories he’d consumed, ready to turn into more body fat. Cherry rubbed Hansel’s belly until he fell asleep.
‘Now that is an impressive appetite,’ she thought to herself, licking her lips in anticipation. She glanced once more at his sleeping form and closed the door.