A Midwinter Night's Feast

Chapter 1 - A Midwinter Night's Feast

The sun sets upon an early winter evening. You've just finished a hefty dinner; well cooked large turkey, some mashed potatoes slathered in butter, and some honey roasted carrots. Taken together it was all enough to satisfy a family of four, but that didn't stop you from eating every bite all on your own.

You lean back to relieve a bit of the pressure your distended belly has caused, and carefully make some space. Your plump fingers proceed to wrestle with the button your pants, and out spills your previously encased middle. My, my, it dominates your figure and covers most of your thighs, rising and falling with your shallow labored breaths. You let out a small belch, and sink a bit further back in your chair. Satisfaction washes over you as you revel in tonight's accomplishments

Just as you think you've earned some time to relax however, a familiar pair of hands reaches around you. One delicately spreads itself across your expansive orb of a stomach, while the other holds something up to your reddened face. A sinckerdoodle cookie. Fresh out of the oven, and still very warm. You begin to salivate as the scent of toasted cinnamon wafts up your nose.

"You didn't think think you were done yet, did you tubby? I know that cute face can take a bit of dessert~"

A soft blush spreads atop your plump cheeks, and you look down upon the cookie hanging dangerously close to your lips.

"Come on, at least try one, won't you? I just made them, and I'd hate if they went cold..."

Needing no further encouragement you obediently open your mouth and accept the small sugary delight. Closing your eyes and taking in the flavor, you appreciate how much the cinnamon really pierced through. Not too strong, but easily noticed. The soft and fresh baked texture was as delicious and lasts mere seconds in front of you.

As you open your eyes, another cookie hangs right where the last rested. It soon follows suit, and you find your compliance rewarded with a momentary two handed rub across your middle. Each individual finger slowly sinks into your puffy flesh, and slides across the soft canvas as you melt even further back into the chair.

However, all to soon it seemed, the hands recede momentarily and return with a tall glass of milk and another cookie. You happily devour the next, followed by a sip from the glass to wash it down. Your stomach may continue to protest and scream at you how full it might be, but the warm euphoric feeling of your binge drowns out any trace of it. You hear a soft chuckle.

"What a good show you're putting on for me. You're doing well, keep it up my love."

The dessert continued. 1, 2, 3, 6, 13... eventually you lose count as yet another cookie pushes itself up to your lips. Even though you moan softly in protest, the treat doesn't seem to back away. You know it's going to end up in your stuffed tummy eventually. These hands have seen to it many of things made it past your plump lips, and this would be far from the last time. You open up for another sweet treat, moaning softly as your body struggles to make room for it.

"You're almost done, sweetheart, just a few more. Open wide for me..."

A sheepish grin spreads across your face, and you eagerly open your mouth once more. Another cookie goes down the hatch, and you moan softly again as your gut makes its distress known. The lasts of your tasty treats pushes past your lips. You squirm in discomfort as you're pushed even further. One last snickerdoodle is set upon your tongue. You struggle to swallow but it eventually makes its way down, followed by the remaining contents of the tall glass pressed upon your lips. You gingerly lift your hands up to the beach ball in your lap and whine softly. You feel immensely full, and immensely proud.

"What a good show you put on~ I'm so proud of you..." these words lull your conscience and you slowly close your eyes. The last thing you hear before falling to slumber is affirmation. "Get some rest, my love. I'll be sure something delicious awaits you." followed by soft laughter as you doze off peacefully.