Bitter Sweets - Part 2

Chapter 1 - Bound by Butter

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"Hey, Ayako... what are you doing?"

She smiles as she finishes tying the last knot around my wrists, making sure they’re securely bound to the chair. Her fingers move with such ease, as if she’s done this hundreds of times.

"You’ll see," she replies lightly. "Relax and stay still, Ikari."

She moves in front of me, so close I can smell the sweet scent of cream and freshly baked puff pastry on her skin. Her gaze shines with some kind of amusement, but I can't quite figure out why.

A pang of unease hits me, but it's not too strong. After all, it's Ayako. My best friend. She wouldn’t do anything truly bad... right?

She must have noticed my slight discomfort because she gently strokes my head, almost reassuringly.

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. In fact, I’m preparing a special surprise for you."

"The croissant?" I ask, almost laughing.

Ayako laughs too, as though my question is charming in its innocence.

"Oh, no. Not the croissant," she says with an enigmatic smile. "Something... let’s say... more..."

She grabs the tray full of croissants and places it next to me, setting it on the table. The air is thick with the buttery scent of the pastry and the sweetness of the cream. Then, she picks one up and holds it just out of my reach, lifting it in front of my face.

"This is a croissant, you know?" I say, trying to lighten the mood. "I knew it!"

Ayako giggles, tilting her head slightly.

"Oh, really? I never would have guessed..."

Slowly, she brings the croissant to my lips, with the cream slightly spilling out from the golden layers of the pastry.

Unable to use my hands, I lean forward and take a bite. The cream bursts in my mouth, thick, sweet, and incredibly rich. The contrast with the crispiness of the pastry is perfect, almost hypnotic. But something’s off.

Ayako has stuffed it... damn, way too much... the cream fills my mouth and sends me into bliss.

This isn’t the normal amount of cream you'd expect. It’s excessive, almost to the point where it’s hard to swallow. I feel a trickle slide from the corner of my lips as she watches me closely.

"Do you like it?" she asks in a seductive tone. "I filled it just for you."

"Yeah... it’s good," munch I admit, trying to swallow the bite with some difficulty. "But why did you tie me up?" munch munch I try not to let my growing panic show, realizing I have no control over the situation.

Ayako tilts her head and smiles at me, almost affectionately.

"Just a precaution. I don’t want you running off in the middle of the surprise."

She grabs another croissant, even more stuffed than the first. The cream struggles to stay inside the pastry, as if she’s packed too much in. A disturbing thought crosses my mind, but before I can speak, Ayako shoves the croissant into my mouth, cutting off any protest.

"Shhh... no interruptions," she whispers softly. "You just need to enjoy it, Ikari."

The heavy, sweet taste fills my mouth. This time, the cream is so abundant that it almost slides down my throat before I can even chew.

I try to pull back, but Ayako moves even closer, lifting a hand to gently pinch my nose.

A chill runs down my spine.

My body reacts instinctively: with no air, I have to swallow. I have to finish it. My chest tightens as my throat works to get down all the excess cream.

When I finally get a breath again, I stare at Ayako, wide-eyed.

"Have you lost your mind? First you tell me these pastries are super high-calorie, and then you force me to eat them?" I try to laugh, but my tone comes out more uncertain than I’d like.

She smiles, but there’s something strange in that smile.

"Oh, I know full well they’re packed with calories." She leans toward me, brushing my cheek with the tips of her fingers. "And that’s exactly why I want to make sure you savor every single bite, Ikari."

I look at her, confused.

There’s something in her eyes, something I don’t understand.

And yet, I can’t deny it... those croissants are amazing. Maybe the best I’ve ever had. Maybe... that’s why I can’t stop licking the cream that’s dribbled from the corner of my mouth with my tongue?

[Ikari]

Another croissant.

My lips part almost automatically to accept it, even as my stomach begins to protest, sending mixed signals. The cream coats my tongue, sweet and velvety, while the buttery pastry melts delicately against my palate. It’s a perfect explosion of flavors, yet deep down, something whispers for me to stop. But it’s a faint whisper, almost drowned out by the pleasure I’m feeling.

"Ayako... that’s enough..." I try to say, but she silences me with a finger on my lips, her touch light, almost affectionate, yet laced with authority.

"Shh... just one more."

I don’t even know if I’m fighting to resist anymore or if my protests are just an act, a game to make this all the more intense. The way she looks at me, that mischievous smile playing on her lips as she feeds me with precise, deliberate hands... there’s something hypnotic about it all. Every bite makes me feel more submissive, more dependent on her. And deep inside, a part of me I don’t want to admit is thrilled, reveling in this surrender.

The cream bursting in my mouth, the way Ayako controls my every movement, my every breath... it’s like I’m falling into a whirlpool of pleasure and desire, and all I can do is let go and enjoy it, stopping my complaints.

[Ayako]

I watch her chew with that confused, almost lost expression, and a shiver of pleasure runs through me. This is exactly what I want.

Ikari is caught between the desire to resist and the temptation to give in, and this uncertainty makes her so vulnerable, so malleable. Every croissant I bring to her lips is another step in my plan, another piece fitting perfectly into the design I’ve carefully crafted. Watching her struggle with her own body, hearing her breaths grow heavier as her belly rounds beneath her school uniform... it’s magnificent. Every bite she accepts is a small victory, a confirmation that I’m winning.

"Mmm, you’re doing so well, Ikari," I whisper, my voice sweet but loaded with intent as I watch her struggle to swallow the eighth croissant. "Look at how you’re devouring them all..."

Her cheeks flush, and I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or the pleasure the food is giving her. Probably both. But what matters is that she’s giving in, more and more, and I’m here to savor every moment of this transformation.

My plan is working perfectly. Ikari is becoming a glutton right before my eyes, and seeing her surrender to this pleasure, almost as if she’s becoming complicit in her own indulgence, fills me with immense satisfaction. Every sigh, every uncertain glance, every little moan of pleasure as the cream bursts in her mouth... it all confirms that I’m winning.

And without even realizing it, she’s becoming more and more dependent on me, on my control, on my touch. This is exactly where I want her.

I watch as her stomach begins to strain, that warm, increasingly oppressive weight forcing her to lean forward slightly. It’s not just fullness, I know. It’s the awareness of how far she’s letting herself go, how much she’s yielding to me, to my control. And that awareness makes her even more irresistible.

She protests again, but her voice is weaker now, almost a whisper.

"Ayako... stop, I can’t take anymore..."

I laugh, tilting my head to the side as if she’s said something adorable and silly. She’s so cute when she tries to resist, when she thinks she still has a shred of control. But I know better. I know she’s already mine.

"Oh, but you’re almost there," I say with an irresistible smile, my voice sweet but filled with determination. "Just two more croissants... and you’re done."

Just two more. She should refuse. She should force me to stop. But I know she won’t. I know it’s too late to turn back now.

I pick up the ninth pastry, so full of cream it looks like it’s about to burst, and press it gently against her lips.

And she... opens her mouth.

The flavor envelops her once again, conquering her, consuming her. I watch her close her eyes, almost in ecstasy, as the cream explodes in her mouth, sweet and velvety. It’s a marvelous sight, seeing her give in completely, letting herself go to the pleasure I’m offering.

And I smile, satisfied, knowing every bite brings her closer to the point of no return.

Finally.

Ikari isn’t resisting anymore. Her eyes still tremble with uncertainty, but her body has already decided for her. It’s clear now: she’s an overweight girl, and every little detail I observe confirms it. The way she moves, with an awkward slowness, as if her body has become a weight to drag around. The labored breaths escaping her lips, heavier than before, as her belly curves visibly beneath the fabric of her uniform, taut and swollen. The shirt struggling to contain everything I’ve poured into her, the buttons looking like they’re about to give.

"Let me help you," I murmur softly, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

She stiffens but doesn’t protest as I unbutton it, revealing her rounded, full stomach, the smooth, taut skin glistening slightly under the light. It’s an image that fills me with an almost perverse pleasure. I run my fingers over her skin with an almost affectionate gentleness, feeling the warmth it radiates, the way her body has now surpassed every limit.

"See? Now there’s a little more room..." I say, as my fingers press lightly against her flesh, feeling it yield under my touch.

Ikari gasps softly, her face flushed, but she doesn’t pull away. It’s too late to turn back now, and she knows it.

"Last one," I tell her, lifting the final croissant, the largest, the richest with cream. And I know she’ll accept it, because now she’s my submissive, my glutton. And I couldn’t be more satisfied.

[Ikari]

The tenth one.

My stomach is signaling surrender, an unbearable weight pressing from within, as if every previous bite has turned into a boulder. And yet... my body moves on its own, as if it has a will of its own, as if it knows I can’t stop now.

I part my lips, feeling the cream invade my mouth, the final burst of sweetness suffocating me in a mix of pleasure and disgust. It’s too much, it’s too much, and yet I can’t stop. I chew, swallow, struggle to breathe, each movement a small effort reminding me how full I am, how... different I’ve become from who I was before.

And when I finally finish, Ayako gently rests her hand on my swollen belly, taut like a drum, and strokes it with a satisfied, almost proud smile. Her hand is warm, and her touch is strangely comforting, despite everything.

“Mmm... I think you enjoyed that, didn’t you?” she says, her voice sweet but laced with an intention I can no longer ignore.

I feel myself trembling.

Satiated to the point of nausea, to the point where every breath is a small struggle, every movement a reminder of how much I’ve eaten, how much I’ve let go. And yet, there’s something about all this that makes me feel... strangely alive.

And still confused. Confused about what she really wanted from all of this. Confused about what I wanted. Because, despite the discomfort, despite the weight pressing down on me, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want this to end. A part that relished every moment, every bite, every touch from Ayako.

But the moment I finish eating, reality comes crashing back. Shame washes over me, sudden and searing. I find myself tied to the chair, my belly exposed, swollen and stretched to an almost grotesque degree, a stark reminder of how far I’ve let myself go. I feel nauseous, not just from the food, but from the awareness of how weak I’ve been, how easily I gave in to her without putting up any real resistance.

I look at Ayako, who watches me with that self-satisfied smile, and I feel a mix of anger and frustration. She intends to keep going, I can see it in her eyes, in the way she carries herself around me, as if I’m just a toy in her hands. And I... I no longer know if I want to resist or if, deep down, I’ve already accepted my role in all of this.