chapter 3

At last she threw her plump arms into the air. "Oh Daddy," her bite-sized double chin made her new pout even cuter, "this is just hopeless! NOTHING will fit me anymore, now that you let me eat all that candy!" More than walking, she flowed across the floor over to him, her broad hips rolling obscenely.  Her arms wrapped his thick neck and she poured her soft body over the front of his like melted caramel. She stood on her tiptoes, her cotton-candy hair in his face making him close his eyes. Her voice was dark and sweet, trapping his mind like sticky taffy as it entered his ear. "I think you need to take me somewhere I can be naked, Sugar Daddy..." So enraptured by the press of her decadent curves, he didn't hesitate to start blindly chewing the cupcake she shoved into his mouth.

No one could help but watch as the wobbling bear in tiny clothes dragged the giggling plumper across the mall to the parking lot. Once they stepped into the sunlight, her glamour slipped and for those several seconds nobody who saw them even noticed the fat man who never turned to look back at ... her. By the time they reached his pickup, the glamour was back in place, as strong as ever, and her top two buttons had abandoned her shirt. Even if her centuries of power had failed completely in the sunlight, those massive tits à la carte might have kept him from looking anywhere else anyway, glamour or no.

Of course he held the door open for his sexy little sweetie. She crushed her melon-sized boobs against his sloping belly as she hefted herself up into the passenger seat, taking the magical candy bag from him as she did. Two more single bites of foil-covored dark chocolates disappeared into her strawberry lips by the time he got in, and he found another full candy bar,  this one stuffed with caramel and peanuts. On the ride to his house she was free to use both hands to feed him, and the magic did its work...

Every bump on the road bounced the rotund couple obscenely. The magic in the candy had joined them now so that even though she stuffed every never-ending fistful of candy into his mouth, she still got her share of the calories. The three buttons of the shirt over the rising dough of her belly popped away,  leaving only one straining button between it and her impossible melons. Her ripe hips expanded over the seat, her candy-striped spandex almost transparent as her butt grew so huge it nearly shoved her into the dash board.

He was gaining even faster, his hairy belly already free of his ruined clothes. The sturdy jeans still resisted his calves, but they were starting to shred above that. His thighs lifted and redirected the slabs of his waist, and like Sugar Plum his enormous rump prevented him from even attempting to extend the seat belt over his mass. His tits rivaled where hers had been earlier, the moods now ready to fill a DD cup. His arms, his back, his face, all made him look like he had been a waddling tub of goo for the whole of his life.  And every bite of sweet candy she shoved into his plump lips made him even softer, even heavier.

The pickup jerked to a stop at an awkward angle on the driveway of his ranch-style house. He opened his door and tried to swing out in the manner he always had, only to find the steering wheel buried into his flabby belly. The wheel slammed upward as he worked the tilting lever, and with a clumsy heave his feet hit the pavement. He waddled around to the passenger side of the truck, each step loudly widening the rip forming in the seat of his pants.

The fat girl bounced out of the seat, breathtaking jiggles echoing across every movement. She was comfortable with being so inflated, familiar with how to make her pounds dance. The sugar rush careened in the dark syrup of her blood, sparking her appetites for more, more, always more.

This time she was ready for the sunlight, and she stayed beautiful as it fell on her creamy skin. She grabbed the fat man's hand and almost dragged his slower bulk to his front door. Her other hand gripped her magic bag full of candy.