Chapter 50: Kaleidoscope

After I had taken that first bite, I knew it was all over for me. The light seemed to be extinguished from the room as I knew it would be, but then I realized that I had only closed my eyes to let the sense of taste amplify and take complete control over me.

As I worked my jaw and tongue, color burst forth across my mind and my body shivered in pleasure like I had never tasted food before. Explosions of reds, arches of gold, rivulets of orange. Wow. I swallowed, feeling the warmth from the morsel spread throughout me and with my mouth now emptied, my vision faded to black.


In the darkness, there are shadows…


…in the shadows, there is light…

Tentatively, I opened my eyes, and I was suddenly afraid. Scared that once again, everything was going to be recast in shadow, dark blacks and shadowy greys. Instead, the room was as it had been seconds before I had taken that first, delicious bite.

There I was in the chair, surrounded by a bounty of treats and there was Julio standing a few feet away. He looked as radiant as I had remembered him. Wait, was he even more beautiful?

He looked at me, his gaze fixed. A mixture of pleasure and hunger spread across his face. I swallowed and felt my hand unconsciously reaching for another dessert. My hand traced across the forest of delectable treats, recognizing each one by the faintest touch. It was like brail for food.

My eyes never left Julio’s as I took the next treat from the platter and brought it into my mouth, a Pain au Chocolat. I observed his chest heaving, his breath coming deep and rhythmic like he’d raced a mile.

Hunger called once more, and I moaned aloud as I slid it into my mouth, whole, and began to chew. Once again darkness overcame me, but I knew I was going to be okay.

A sea of blue-green washed over me and crashed into a rock of yellow only to be overturned by an avalanche of taupe.

“…oh god…” I breathed, my mouth full of chocolatey goodness. Hands, my hands, began to roam over my body. I kept my eyes closed as I continued to chew and swallow until once again I was left in darkness. My mind observed the shadows of my hands cascading down and along my body.

Up and over the swell of my breasts, I marveled at the fullness and ripeness of each and squeezed. Spots of blue-grey light flashed across my vision and I repeated the gesture.

Again.

Again and again!

“…ohh…”

Cupping one heaving breast, I felt my free hand reach out and once again, was rewarded. A Tarte Tatin. The small pie filled with apple, caramel, butter and sugar found its way into my mouth and I chewed. A blizzard of white, spattered with a canvas of gold-yellow overtook my vision as my hand reached out once again.

More, I needed more. A second Tarte Tatin. A third…a fourth.

I felt beads of sweat form at my temples and droplets of blue began to rain down across my vision, faint and innocent. I was vaguely aware that my hand had left my breast and reached up towards the collar of my dress shirt, I felt my hand fumble with the buttons. Suddenly the room began to feel a little too warm for my liking and I was beginning to feel overdressed.

Chew. Swallow.

Swallow. Chew.

Then, from far away, a voice spoke.

“…let me…”

A shadow, silver-white, approached me. The way it, He moved, it was like watching strands of gossamer drifting in the breeze. The shadow, Julio, had a touch lighter than air, and gently plucked at the buttons of my dress shirt until one by one, I was exposed. Naked and beautiful.

I felt the shadowed hands reach for my shoulders and suddenly, like a yoke being unburdened, my jacket was removed, and I became lighter.

Chew. Swallow.

Swallow. Chew.

“…I don’t want this to end…” I heard a voice echo. Was it mine?

“It doesn’t have to. Not if you don’t want it to…”

“I don’t want it to…”

Sands of red and orange shifted across my vision and blew around like they had been caught by a strong, warm wind.

Chew. Swallow.

I felt a pressure in my stomach mounting, healthy and strong as I continued to eat, trying to quench a hunger I had never known before. Every bite brought with it a veritable kaleidoscope of color and I suddenly felt addicted, yearning to discover what the next burst of hues and shades would unfold.

I gasped in the darkness as the silver-white shadow that I knew to be Julio came for me, tracing delicate fingers along the width of my throat. Fingers wrapped around me, soothing, caressing, almost as if he was encouraging me to continue swallowing. To continue to fill…to grow.

“…more…” I heard myself say. Was it inside my head?

“…yes, there is much more…” the shadow replied.

My hand continued busying itself grabbing morsel after morsel.

Cerulean blue…

Cherry red…

Forest green…

Mauve….

The shadow released my throat, but I did not want it to. ‘Stay with me.’ I willed. And I was rewarded. Soft gossamer lips brushed my skin like the faintest breeze, and I moaned with want. I felt the pressure of my body respond and the shadow laughed as he continued to make slow, passionate love to my neck.

A kiss….a lick… a nibble….suck, suck, suck.

My hand reached for and found another morsel, and another and another. I could not get enough. I needed more…I would have more…

Vivid magenta…

Spanish moss…

Raspberry blush…

Canyon ridge in orange-pink…

Then I broke as I knew I must. A rictus of pleasure surged through my body, and I felt myself release.

“M—mgod---YES!” I screamed as I turned my face away from the shadow. My spine surged with electricity and my nerve endings burned with pleasure. My pelvis jerked and spasmed as the warmth spread across my lap, yet I remained firm, full-mast.

The room was suddenly filled with a warm animal scent, my scent and I heard a low hungry growl. Was that me? Was that…him?

The shadow returned, this time with a vigor I had never known before. I moaned and shuddered. The effects of the first orgasm had not yet left my system. My lower lip quivered and I whimpered a moan of pleasure, as a second orgasm, stronger than the first overtook me, as I was once again savaged by his warm affection.

God, I wish he’d take me right now.

I groaned afresh as the second orgasm peaked and my body jerked. “Do you need a moment…?” the voice said, distant and faint as the kisses suddenly stopped.

‘God, why would he even ask that?’ I thought, suddenly greedy for more. My nerve endings singed with want. I felt depleted, yet also at the same time reenergized. My brain seemed torn between hunger, lust and a drive to satisfy both.

“N-no…rest…” I said, my words sounding resolute. The kissing continued. I continued to fill.

The shadow continued to anoint my neck as I felt reassured hands resting on my shoulders. They squeezed, and I gave an answering moan. The hands began to move.

Slowly, lovingly, I felt trickles of brushed fingertips tracing the contours of my larger arms. I marveled that there was still any muscle left and as if in answer, felt the shadow squeeze them, as if appraising them.

The fingertips lingered, beating a gentle tattoo on my skin while I chewed and swallowed my next victim.

…Rust Orange…

I felt the fingertips move, tiptoeing across
the crease between arm and chest where they began making small, teasing circles on the upper slope of my breasts. They swept back and forth like a metronome as I reached for another morsel…Pastel green…and kept time in their sweeping with my chewing.

My body ached and I felt the fullness in my stomach ring out once more, though that had felt like ages ago. I was filling, growing, increasing in my happiness as the confines of the shroud that were my pants continued to grow tighter. I shifted my hips and felt the answering pressure on my chest from the shadow. My eyes followed its beauty as it slowly lowered itself in front of me and I felt a pressure against my knees, then on my thighs as I felt a renewed wave of ecstasy spread from within me. I shifted my legs apart to admit room for the shadow. He smiled. I smiled.

…lime green…

…lemon yellow…

My body ached for the shadow, and I felt my pelvis begin to shift rhythmically, for now, I became aware that there was sound in the room. A slow, deep pulsing baseline that was seductive and tugged at the fibers of my being. I needed to dance, I needed to move. But also, I didn’t want to. Had the sound always been there? For now, it commanded my attention.

I felt the rocking rhythm of the shadow between my thighs, matching the movements of my pelvis and I heard a low chuckle come from one of us. The game continued onward. The hands which had been temporarily rendered dormant were once again questing for me. The fingertips became eager palms and I felt them begin to knead the swollen bosom that was my growing chest. Thumb and finger reached for my widened areola, working them so that suddenly my nipples were at attention. Like muzzles of a gun, they pointed outward, trained on the one who had conjured them.
I gasped between mouthfuls as lips raced between each one, licking and kissing, nuzzling and sucking. My nipples grew and my belly continued to expand.

I shot out a hand and felt for the shadow and the kissing stopped.

“What’s the matter?” it spoke.

“Nothing. I just wanted to see your face.”

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

“No, we are beautiful.”

“I could just eat you up…”

“I hope you do.”

The shadow grinned and his face disappeared as I continued to fill myself with happiness. The rhythm of the music was like a Siren’s song, and I felt a renewed vigor to continue to dine. All the while, the shadow moved from my breasts southward to my rotund and distended belly and my belly button suddenly became surrounded by a ring of passion.





Time seemed to dissolve as I continued to grow. How late was it? How long had I been eating? I had no way of knowing and I was sure that I never wanted to know the answer. My only measure was the continued increasing pressure against my belly. The pants I was wearing surely had met their limit, for I could sense the lusciousness of my curves spilling up and over the waistband. What did the shadow think of this newer me?







My tastebuds continued to dance as did the rest of me, keeping in time with the shadow as I continued to grow. Vibrant colors of red, yellow and gold with electrical charges of blue and violet filled my vision as my hand reached back to the plate where I knew oblivion resided.

It was then that my hand scraped and felt nothing. A vapid plain of existence. The end. My body went rigid, and I froze. How could it be? Had I consumed everything!?

Then a voice spoke from the shadows, and I caught the traces of cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke and the decadence of a fresh platter of morsels.

“Et Voila… bonne chance, mon ami.”

“Thank…you…Jean.” I breathed as his shadow had disappeared from whence it came.

My hand reached out once more and found a veritable bounty. A renewed kaleidoscope of color awaited me. I resumed my binge, not wanting anything to go to waste and a low animal grown came from somewhere below my navel. I continued to balloon outward, my clothing becoming increasingly tighter, as the millimeters of space evaporated. The shadow beneath stirred to inspect my ripeness.

“God, you’re gorgeous…”

“I…I have you in part, to thank for that…”

The shadow grinned and I felt one of his hands slide down from my belly, then the other, across and around my navel, which was now slick with the dew from his mouth. God, my belly ached. I exhaled deeply, my lower belly expanded and filled his hands. He moaned savagely.

“I want you so fucking bad right now…” His voice was low, tortured.

“I’m yours…”

I felt the pressure of my belt first tighten, then ease as he worked his muscles fingers around my expanded belly. I had evidently lapped the belt with my growth and felt the backs of his hands along the underside of my gravid belly. I heard muffled frustration, the combination of being denied paradise as finally, blissfully he had worked the belt and latch of my pants free.

I expanded. Oh god, how I expanded.

I thrill of passion washed over me that I barely had time to register as I felt him reach for me, tugging my pants down over my expansive rear, down past my ankles. He pulled off my shoes and the scrap that was my pants. I throbbed against the confines of my boxers and cursed waiting even another millisecond for his touch. Once more, he reached and pulled until, at last, I was free.

He paused and I felt my whole body go rigid with anticipation. I was naked now, exposed in front of the one true love of my life.

I was his and he was mine.

Time passed slowly as I felt my heart beat strongly for Julio. I pulsed like a metronome and could feel his breath inches away from me.

‘God…please…don’t make me beg…’

I felt his hands, gently spread my thighs apart, his fingertips running along the sides of my wider, smooth skin.

I heard him moan, low and animal, his voice tearing with want. “You’re so goddamn beautiful tonight, Theo. I want you so bad.”

I felt frozen, on the precipice of what I knew would be yet another orgasm. I knew that the second he touched me, I would come undone once more. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to summon all my remaining strength and hold back. Hold back for him, so that I could give him the pleasure he had already given me a hundred—no, a thousand fold.

I nodded.

Keep. It. Together. Theo.

Then I felt his hands come together around me, his strong fingers trembled, almost unsure of where to begin. I could sense his bottled energy and I bit down hard on my lip, so hard that I drew blood as his lips touched me.

I screamed inside my head as he took me inside his mouth and gripped the arms of the chair so hard, I was sure I’d ripped the leather. And I didn’t fucking care. Sucking in my breath, I clinched my teeth as he took pleasure in exploring me, all of me. I barely managed to hold on as my resolve began to crumble and my legs began to shake. This time, I screamed aloud in fiery passion, repeating his name so loud that I was sure it was now embedded into the concrete and bricked walls, and felt his answering pressure on my thighs with his arms, helping me relax, to hold me…just a little bit longer.


I closed my eyes and lightning, blacker than the blackest night ripped my brain in two only to be replaced with scorching blue-white light. I was sure I would be blinded for life. The cosmos crashed and the earth fell from the heavens as I screamed out again and again for him and received his answering cries in response, as my love poured out of me and into him.


My heart was aflame, and I surely thought that this was the end, when suddenly I opened my eyes. They found his just as I had remembered them a lifetime ago, piercing blue, deep as the ocean. They were the kind of eyes you could get so lost in that you would forget your own name. Gazing into them felt better than the world’s most powerful drug.


I was hooked and so was he.


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