Chapter 4 - village life chapter 8 part 4

"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.

Flow chuckled again and tutted in disapproval at Lisa's battle with her rumbling bulge, "Silly child, at this point we don't have to make you, we just have to be patient. You'll give in soon enough, but I have to commend you on your efforts, you've held out longer than I expected this time, especially compared to previous feedings when you just dove right in. But it's alright, we can wait", Flow finished with an arrogant smile and she rubbed Lisa's shoulders, "And from the sounds of the storm brewing in your belly we won't have to wait long either, and then you can feast", Flow patted Lisa's grumbling bump with pride as she saw the figures painted on Lisa's belly flicker almost imperceptively.

Lisa gripped the arm rests of the chair tightly, she felt sure that if she removed her hands there would be deep imprints in the wood from where her hands had lain, but she dared not move. With deep breaths she endured her hungry stomach's angry growls which were turning to serious discomfort, with her eyes closed she wondered if this was what labour will be like, wrestling with her body's need to act, pushing her to do something she had little desire to do out of fear. Sweating and uncomfortable she felt her resolve quickly crumbling under the weight of her appetite, and Flow's wafting of Thomas' brownies under her nose was doing nothing to aid her. She could feel it building in the pit of her stomach, low and faint at first, but as it rose her stomach felt tighter and tighter as the sensation grew until it reached its crescendo. A deep groan rumbled through Lisa's belly, the loudest and most painful pang yet, causing her to roll her head back and moan loudly, but the instant her mouth opened wide it was immediately filled with thick, rich, sweet brownie, muffling the remainder of Lisa's complaint as her taste buds woke up.