Chapter 3 - village life chapter 8 part 3

After several minutes and rests for all three women during they came out into village's central square and Lisa's jaw dropped. Night had fallen and the square had been decorated in a way that it took Lisa's breath away to know it was all in her honour, there were lanterns and torches spread all around illuminating the area in their pale orange glow, and coloured streamers and banners hung from the houses and poles dotted around the square. The entire village was there, eyes beaming as Lisa struggled into view with Flow and Agatha's help, red faced and sweaty she smiled at them all, she wanted to wave and greet them all but she knew full well that if she were to let go of Flow and Agatha she'd fall to the ground, and under the weight she was currently carrying she suspected it would be a painful tumble.

"My god... Everyone's here", Lisa said with a touched tone.

"They're all here for you, Lisa", Agatha responded.

"Me? How come?"

"Silly thing", Flow chortled as she struggled under part of Lisa's weight, "We said this was your day, all this is for you, it always has been", Flow answered.

As groups of villagers parted the small fountain of the village square came into view, she had seen it many times since her arrival in the village but had never paid it much attention, but seeing it now with various decorations and bowls of fruit and nuts scattered around it Lisa could see it was much more to the village than an eye-pleasing decoration, it had respect, maybe even devotion. As the last of the villagers cleared the way another familiar sight came into view, a certain chair she had encountered on many an occasion, having sat in it quite a few times over the duration of her pregnancy she had developed a disliking for this particular piece of furniture. When first Lisa sat in the chair it was wide, roomy and comfortable, but as the months had worn on and Lisa's body had swollen its appeal had greatly dwindled as more of her body came into contact with the ornately carved wood, to the point that in recent weeks removing herself from the chair had proven to be quite the task, often requiring the help of at least several companions. Lisa had the distinct impression this chair did not like her, or perhaps its tight grasp on her ample curves meant it liked her a little too much, she didn't know. As her heavy, pregnant body was guided towards the chair Lisa couldn't help but notice how more throne-like the chair appeared, its carvings and grandeur standing out much more than before, it looked almost intimidating.

Both Flow and Agatha smiled as the chair came into view, brief sighs of relief escaped both women, no doubt happy about the thought of unloading the heavy, cumbersome pregnant woman they were supporting. Turning about, they guided Lisa back into the chair.

Lisa winced as she felt her inflated buttocks slowly connect with the hard wooden armrests of the chair, with her ass clearly wider than the chair there was some resistance as Flow and Agatha attempted to insert her into the chair's grasp, but as they released more of Lisa's considerable weight onto the armrests Lisa yelped in surprised. Not thinking she had any chance of fitting Lisa was shocked by the sensation of her greased and oiled rear sliding between the steadfast armrests, any semblance of comfort was rapidly trickling away as more of her slick body was fed into the chair's vice like grip until Flow and Agatha released her completely. With satisfied smiles the two women turned and gazed upon the clearly trapped, overly fattened and heavily pregnant Lisa as she struggled for breath, shifting in her seat what little she could, a hidden pang of joy washed over Flow as she noticed Lisa still had an iota of space in which she could wriggle, then she smiled like the cat that got the cream at the knowledge that that space would soon rapidly be filled in. Lisa looked to be practically bursting from the chair, her shiny, slick great pale dome in full contact with the sides and armrests, her huge, heavy, milk engorged breasts resting lazily atop her maternal gut, which stuck out so far it was almost overtaking her kneecaps. Lisa's soft, angelic features had received a gentle covering of weight over the months, still stunning, but now so much softer, the same could be said for her jawline. While a double chin looked to be in the offing for some time now it had never truly broken through, instead her face just appeared rounder and more cherub like under her pregnancy pudge, and with each jerk of her body as she shifted her entire body, even her plump, sausage like upper arms wobbled slightly.

"This is really uncomfortable, Flow, the chair's so tight I can barely catch my breath", Lisa moaned as she shifted and wiggled in her seat before clutching her rumbling pregnant belly, "Ooooooph, Flow, what's happening? I can't be hungry again already, I've been eating all day... And this chair, it's too tight", she said with a worry-stricken voice.

Kneeling down beside Lisa, Flow shushed her and placed a reassuring hand on her belly, "It's ok, Lisa, this is supposed to happen, I know you're not very comfortable but it's only for a short while longer."

"Bu-but my belly, how can I be hungry again already?", Lisa pleaded with tearful eyes.

"Shhhhhh, it's alright, everyone is here to help with that", Flow said as she guided Lisa's gaze to the rest of the village intently watching her.

Lisa's eyes scanned the faces beaming at her, all content, even excited expressions on every one as they waited eagerly, with a sniff Lisa looked to Flow confused, "Help? How, I don't- I don't get it", Lisa said as she rubbed her naked belly as it gave out another hungry complaint, then she saw it. In the hands of each and every person around her was some delicious treat with which she had become very well acquainted since her arrival in the village, and with a deep swallow it dawned on her what Flow meant by "helping" her.

"Everyone is here for you, Lisa, we've watched you grow and swell over the months all in build up to this night", Flow said with a proud tone.

Lisa was breathing heavily, "But -But everyone-".

"Everyone helps", Flow cut Lisa off, "It's tradition after all, it's the same every year, and we can't break tradition, now can we, Lisa? You're one of us, you know the value of tradition, dear."

Lisa gritted her teeth as she endured another hunger pang, "I don't understand - Flow, please, what's going on, what tradition?", Lisa pleaded.

"Well it's simple, dear, we all take our turns in preparing the offering in the months building up to this night, and then we all join in", Flow said as she happily clapped her hands together.

Lisa shook her head unable to comprehend what she was hearing, "What offering?!"

"Well you of course, you silly goose", Flow stated in a patronising tone.

"Okay, what hell, preparing? I haven't received any kind of preparation", Lisa barked at Flow.
Flow chuckled and shook her head in disbelief, "Look at yourself, Lisa, how can you say we haven't been preparing you."

Lisa looked down at herself, her jaw wide open, her heart hammering in her chest, and her belly growling with hunger, as she gazed over her voluptuous figure there was no denying the evidence. They had fattened and greased her up for months like a prized pig, and her pregnancy had only helped the process along, she had willingly stuffed herself countless times, often to the point of discomfort all in the name of "preparation", then... "I... I remember, I tried to resist, I wanted to stop, but you... You did something to me! What did you do?!"

"Oh just a little something to make you more... complacent, and it worked a treat indeed, Agatha's skills have always proven useful in preparing our offerings", Flow said with a grin as one of her hands rubbed large, wide circles on Lisa's huge, slick protuberance. "Heck, even your greedy appetite can be attributed to her, the lotions she whips up are works of art really."

With gritted teeth and burning eyes she looked at Flow, "Don't you touch me and my bab-oooooooooooh", Lisa cried out as her hunger began to peek.

Flow gave a gleeful smile, "I think that's our cue, as I said before, I know you're uncomfortable in that chair, but it'll only be for a short while longer", she said as she poked a bony finger into Lisa's soft, round bump. "From the sounds of that big ol' belly of yours, Lisa, you've quite the appetite brewing, thankfully everyone wants to help you with that".

With that Flow beckoned over the first of the waiting villagers Lisa recognised as Thomas, she had eaten at his house numerous times over the months, feasting on delectable morsels whipped up by him and his wife Anne, and as he drew closer she spied her favourite of his treats, his triple chocolate brownies, as big as your hand and at least two inches thick, they were warm, gooey and heavenly on the tongue. As he approached Lisa began to salivate at the sight of the brownies, on many an occasion she had eaten them with abandon, usually resulting in her having to open her pants or lower the belly panel, and as she looked down at her bulging form she realised that such occasions had obviously been far too frequent.

As Thomas brought the brownies closer Lisa turned her head from the approaching confection, the very sight of it had sent her grumbling belly into a fit the likes of which she couldn't remember feeling before. As their scent invaded her nostrils and gritted her teeth and pressed her hands to her belly, "No, no, I don't want to... You can't make me", Lisa moaned as she retreated as far back as the chair would allow her.