Julia's Predictable Hike

Chapter 1 - Julia's predictable Hike

Julia was a large girl, plump, big, some might even call her round. Only the last one being a bit of an exaggeration. Truly, she's never been thin, even as a teen she already had a large set of breasts and by the time she was 19 they had grown to plump 38H-cups, greedily gobbling up every calorie that Julia willfully supplied them with. Growing plumper by the month and sometimes even by the week. Somehow this still left enough for the rest of her body to keep up with her breasts but never fully, they always stayed a bit ahead. It should come as no surprise that she was diagnosed with macromastia that same year. To say that Julia was worried by this was an understatement, it's a rather rare condition after all and even tho her breasts became quiet the hassle to lug around all day, somehow she managed. Adapted even.

Despite being quiet fond of lazing around Julia also enjoyed a walk in nature ever now and again, when spring rolled around it stirred up the same emotions in her all living beings felt this time of year. She rolled out of bed one day, her massive 300+ pound body wobbling a bit as it's mass settled back on her small frame. A groan escaped her as her she stretched, another day of holding up a tremendous amount of weight had begun for her shoulders and they were not too fond if it. They creaked a bit during her stretch, the way no 23 year old's shoulders should ever creak. It was somewhere between the noise a geriatric woman's bones and Julia's bed creak. Despite this vocal protest Julia put on her mint green bra anyways, feeling the weight of her massive J-cups settle in the cups and slightly on her rotund belly. A blush creeped onto her cheeks, despite how cumbersome they were, they were also pretty hot. But there was no time to focus on that, something else quickly pushed itself into her mind, the feeling, no, the desire to go out into nature. After getting ready Julia stepped outside of her apartment in a pair of years short's that hugged her gut making it look even rounder while accentuating her gut. The 5 buttons strained a but against the denim but they held comfortably. A thrilly white top revealed her shoulders and mint green brastraps.

After a long bus ride she arrived in the small woods on the outskirts of her industrial town. It was like stepping into another world, the hustle and bustle of the big city had vanished with all of it's noises and instead had been replaced by the sound of birdsong, the view of greenery and the smell of chocolate... The smell of chocolate?

Julia hadn't noticed but without her knowledge her feet had started moving away from the small bus-station next to the country road and into the forest. She reasoned that this surely was no problem nor a cause for concern. After all the whole reason why she came here was to follow spring's call and enjoy nature. But now she wondered if it really was nature who beckoned her to come here, or if it was something else... but once more the smell of chocolate filled her nostrils soon followed by water filling her mouth and hunger filling her head and worse of all her stomach. She was so enthralled with the delicious smell that wafted through the woods that she didn't even notice how the trees around her would move out or into her way. How the path that had been laid out for years slowly but surely shifted to lead deeper into the woods.

She walked for hours but to her it felt like mere minutes. Finally she had arrived at her predetermined but completely unknown destination, a house in the woods. It looked like it was ripped right out of a fairy tale. The entire construct was made out of candy, it was like the gingerbread house she would get every Christmas just that this one was made from gingerbread and so much more. Julia's stomach rumbled. But seeing such a bizarre thing in the midst of the woods finally snapped her out of her stupor. What was this thing doing here? Who in their right mind would build a house made out of candy, and why wasn't it melting? Most importantly why was her stomach rumbling nonstop like crazy!? Her surprisingly nimble fingers kneaded the top of her dome like stomach. "Oooh... what is it girl? We had a large breakfast didn't we?" Actually, they hadn't. Now that she thought about it, Julia had skipped breakfast today. No wonder her stomach was rumbling like a tiger. The doughy sphere was empty, hollow even! Gingerly the plump woman took a step towards the house, her thick thighs rubbing together as she did so. The door was taller than she was but not by much, the small window was made out of sugar glass and reflected her round face back at her. Julia tried to think about this rationally. This was quiet hard with how her stomach rumbled and complained, but she managed. The house had to have some kind of purpose. Maybe it's art and not at all made out of candy. Not a single bit was melting after all. But that smell... no. This was clearly real. So what other reason could it have for being here? Maybe it's the preparation for some kind of viral prank video? Or... Could it possibly be a challenge? "Who can eat the most of this massive gingerbread abomination"... uh ... challenge? Another gurgle escaped her stomach. Suddenly this explanation made a whole lot of sense to her. Of course this was some kind of challenge that she stumbled into!

Without further deliberation Julia sunk her teeth into the front-door's toffee frame. It was divine. Another bite and another after that. Her eyes closed in pure bliss as the toffee chunks slid down her throat and into her plush gut. The sugarcane grit of the window was next, she bit straight through it breaking it entirely with the rest of it falling into the house itself. So she went after the door itself next. Bite after bite vanished past her lips, but no matter how much she ate her hunger seemed insatiable. Julia was so focus on which part of the door she wanted to tear apart next that she didn't notice the faint pinkish plumps of smoke that surrounded her gut. They disappeared into it and every time they did so her gut rumbled louder and louder. But all this meant for Julia was that she had to eat more. No matter how many crumbs of gingerbread fell into her cleavage never to be seen again, no matter how the buttons of her shorts strained against her expanding tummy. Julia. Ate. More.

When she grew tired of gingerbread she moved on to gnaw at the toffee. When the toffee was gone she liked the sugar glass of the windows left and right of her or snacked on the windowsills. But eventually all of the front side's toppings were gone so she had no choice but to finish the door. That's when she heard a pitiful little gurgle. Looking down she saw how distended her gut had become, she had to crane her neck and push down her bosom a bit but eventually she managed to look at the taut pink sphere that was her stomach. Julia was officially full. Regardless, her stomach rumbled and she felt compelled to keep going. Each bite of gingerbread became a slog, her poor belly stretched tighter with each swallow and Julia groaned, desperate to stop. But the house wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. Just when her pleasant fullness had turned into dreadful stuffedness the feeling relieved entirely. At first she didn't understand but then she felt it. Her stomach swelled over the band of her shorts and the straps of her bra sunk into backfat. She was gaining weight with each bite she took. Her breasts immediately picked up their growth, stretching her poor bra more and more by the second, meanwhile the middle button of her shorts popped.

Finally the door had been consumed in it's entirety, revealing the interior complete with furniture. Lollipop cutlery and a marshmallow ottoman, a muffin couch-table and a jawbreaker-chair, in the corner of the room stood an entire bed with a cotton candy mattress. The blond glutton licked her lips at the sight but when she wanted to step inside to "redecorate" she found herself stuck. Her hips had rounded out considerably and even though her breasts and gut could enter the remaining walls wouldn't let all of Julia pass. A normal person would be worried but by now the house had enchanted not just her stomach but all of her. Without missing a beat Julia went to eat the wall. If the door was too small to let her in then she simply had to make it bigger. With every inch the door widened her body grew as well so no matter how much she ate there was no getting inside. Eventually her breasts had gotten so big that she had trouble reaching past them as they rested on her gut like a shelf. Luckily her bra finally snapped apart soon after that, freeing her reach to continue eating. Only when the entire wall was gone could Julia finally enter. She sat down on the jawbreaker-chair to catch her breath.

Julia's plump breasts had kept their teardrop-shape but began to sag under their newfound weight. They rested on her distended yet soft stomach which gurgled continuously. Her bubblebutt, already as bubble as could be simply doubled in size, somehow keeping her hourglass figure alive despite the massive amount of weight piled onto her body. After she was done catching her breath she attempted to stand up but found herself stuck to the chair, or rather stuck in the chair. Her hips had widened so much in the 2 minutes she sat there that it firmly jammed her between the armrests. The poor woman groaned, could this get any worse?

On Que the cutlery began to move and hop towards her, across the floor and up the chair before depositing themselves into her mouth one by one. As a little girl she sometimes wondered what it was like for Bell to live with all of the living furniture in the beast's castle and now it seemed like she was about to find out... Next was the chandelier that fell into her lap to offer itself to her. It was made out of hard-candy sweet and sugary. After that the marshmallow Ottoman was fed to her bit by bit by the bed. Next the licorice pots where fed to her and after that carpet weaved out of gummy-worms was unwoven into her waiting maw. It continued on like this forever, at some point she couldn't see past her breasts anymore and later the chair let out a cracking noise and burst apart. She was now seated on the chocolate floor. The impact of her heavy body combined with the damage to the walls caused the house to collapse, burring her between the chocolate roof and floor. With no other way out she began to eat herself free. After all, Julia had to eat more...