Chapter 4 - ch 2 getting very full

I woke up as she pushed some more candy into my mouth. I felt very full and bloated.

"Oh, you poor thing," she said in a tone dripping with honey, her face hovering above me, so sweet looking and innocent, with smooth dark skin. "You just up and fainted, so I brought you home with me. I have lots of food waiting for you. I hope it makes you feel better."

"Uh," I looked up at her groggily and smiled. Glancing about, I saw her house was piled high with candies, sweets, cakes, pastries, donuts of all kinds and lots of delicious food. Outside the window, snow was still falling -- about eight inches already on the ground. We were apparently in the country, far from town. There were no lights from any other houses, only a bit of moonlight shining through the clouds and reflecting off the snow.

I looked about again. I felt my eyes widen at the sight of all that food -- mostly pies, cakes and candies, --but also a table laden with mashed potatoes with huge globs of butter melting into them, dark gravy, turkey glistening with moisture and a ham, covered with pineapple slices and clove. It was shiny and steaming with fat glistening on it.

I felt confused and disoriented. I wondered how she got me to her house without help. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me gently back down on the huge couch. She just smiled and said nothing, reaching out for a platter of brownies on the coffee table as I sputtered and tried to speak.

"What is all this? Why do you have so much food here? Are others coming to eat all this, or just us?"

"Oh all that. Well, let's just say it's for the bakery, and besides I like to be surrounded by sugary things. For now, don't worry about that. Just eat for now." She propped me up on soft pillows and places, balancing the brownie platter right on top of my little dome of a belly.

"I do have a sweet tooth, but I shouldn't eat so much. I have gained a lot of weight in the last few months." I felt my eyes open wider as I looked at the brownies stacked on a huge platter atop my small gut. I tried to smile at her, but I felt certain she saw my shyness. She giggled.

"Oh, be still, cutie; after all, you are a growing boy," she said. "Besides, it's Christmas time. Everyone overeats a little for the holidays."

She picked up a brownie and brought it to my mouth. What could I say or do? I just opened wide and ate one, then another, then another, my cheeks bulging with moist fattening goodness as I looked at her in wonder -- and, I admit, more than a little lust. When she paused to get a fourth brownie, I spoke again.

"You are so lovely to feed all these to me. Mmmmm. They are delicious, practically addictive. I don't know if I can stop." I laughed awkwardly at my situation.

"Why do you ever have to stop?" she asked, pushing her firm round breasts against me. "I'm quite generous with my goodies. You can have as much as you want, and you'll have time to thank me later. For now, all I want you to do is eat."

And eat I did. After a few minutes, the brownies all gone, she started feeding me candies of all types. They were in Christmas shapes -- Santa, a Christmas tree, a star. I shifted my weight on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

"Be still and eat," she said, much more firmly this time.

"Oomph," I groaned with my mouth full. "It's so much --and so good." I did not know what else to say. I felt awkward and embarrassed and shy, so I continued to eat greedily, watching her beautiful face and body as I did, unaware of how much I was consuming.

"Mmmph, don't you want some?" I asked between bites. "Uh, -- I don't even know your name, do you want some to eat also?" I reached out and gingerly picked up a piece of snowman-shaped chocolate, offering it to her.

"Naw. I've eaten already, while you were sleeping so sweetly on the couch. You had such a nice smile while sleeping. I wonder what you were dreaming about. And as for my name, it's Kandy." She gently pushed my hand toward my mouth, and soon the chocolate snowman was melting down my throat.

"Kandy! How appropriate!" I smiled at her. "You are so sweet and generous and beautiful, sharing your home and your food with me like this, but I am starting to get a little full now." I tried to slow down as she started feeding me a pumpkin pie, spooning pieces of it into me with great determination.

"Ugh, I don't know that I can eat much more." I reached down and felt my belly, stuffed round and full, bulging out over my waistband.

"D'awe, now" she said with a lilting voice. "I know you have some room left. Remember, I saw how much you could eat earlier today, big boy." She reached out, pulled my shirt up and began to rub my belly with her left hand.

"Mmmm, that feels good," I groaned, closing my eyes in the pleasure of her rubbing me, and she continued feeding me with her right hand until I finished the entire pie.

"All gone," she said sadly as I sighed, opened my eyes and look down to see my belly stretched rounder and bigger than ever. I could scarcely believe that I had gotten so much fatter in such a short amount of time. How could this have happened?

"Goodness, I've really made a pig of myself, haven't I? Sorry, this is embarrassing." I fumbled to say more, but she was just staring at my belly. I suddenly felt so self-conscious. She sat the pie plate aside as I futilely attempted to suck in my bulging tummy, so full, taut and round.

"Oh, such a shy boy, don't be embarrassed," she giggled at my vanity. "Like I said, I can see you're a growing boy. You need to eat." Then, she handed me a plate of cookies, the likes of which I had never seen, cookies of all sizes, shape, colors and kinds. "Would you like some milk also to help wash these down?"

(Chapter 2 continued)