A gift from aunt rhodesia

chapter 2 - every last crumb

Jasmine dreams. She is much younger, stepping into a large, familiar drawing room. Her mother and father are holding her hands. There sits her Auntie Rhodesia, enveloping the couch.

"Oh, it's my pretty little niece! Come here to your auntie!"

She lets go of her parents' hands and dashes to her aunt's waiting arms. Auntie's giant hug envelops her completely. It's so warm and full and soft. Not like her mother's cold, bony hugs. Jasmine lets her nice auntie scoop her up into the warmest, most comfortable lap ever. She sinks deeply into her aunt's soft flesh. Auntie wraps her warm, fat arm around her niece clasping her against her giant, pillow-like breasts.

"Have a bonbon, my little one. They're delicious!"

Jasmine knows she shouldn't. She remembers her mother warning her, scolding her in advance, "You are NOT to eat any of the sweets your aunt offers you. They will make you fat and you don't want to get fat like her!" But little Jasmine loves sweets. They're just so yummy. Anyway, she's all wrapped up in her Auntie's arms, and her mean mom is way over there. And there was no stopping Auntie's pudgy hand as it pops a giant butter cream truffle into Jasmine's mouth.

"Mmmmmm..." Says little Jasmine, she has never ever tasted anything so good.

"Want another sweetie?"

"Mmmm HMMM!" She says excitedly around her mouthful.

So Auntie stuffs in another bonbon, and another, and another. Soon little Jasmine is lost in sugary bliss, chewing and swallowing and chewing and swallowing as fast as her auntie's fat arm can shovel the chocolates into her mouth.

"Hnfmmm?"

Jasmine opened her eyes. Her stomach felt uncomfortably tight. And it hurt. She was slumped at her kitchen table, her cheek lying in a pool of her own drool. Her hair felt sticky. Groggily, she sat up. The table was a mess. It was absolutely covered in the ruins of the cake. Large mounds of crumbs and frosting everywhere.

Her stomach... she looked down in horror. Her work blouse had ridden up, exposing her distended belly. She rubbed it in shock. It looked like she was six months pregnant.

"What did I do? What did I do?" She muttered, still groggy but starting to panic a bit. "My figure. My modeling career!"

She got up and stumbled to the fridge. She opened it to reveal a nearly spotless interior. All it contained was one sad-looking head of lettuce, a carton of egg whites, and a bottle of vodka.

She pulled out the vodka and poured herself a shot. She downed it, and then another. The warmth in her belly helped to steady her a bit, but it also served to underline just how much cake was packed in there. She groaned.

"It's ok. It's ok. I just won't eat for the rest of the day." She looked down at herself. "The week. The month?"

Her overfull stomach rumbled in protest at this thought.

Trying to distract herself, Jasmine turned to look at the mess on the table. Where had the cake come from? Hadn't there been a fork? The golden fork and its ornate box were nowhere to be seen.

"Better clean this up, at least," She thought. She scooped up a large pile of cake crumbs and frosting in her hands, intending to toss it in the garbage. But somehow both hands ended up at her mouth, shoving the crumbs and frosting inside.

"UnnnhMMMmm..." She moaned in pleasure, despite herself. The moist mound of sugar in her mouth was echoed by a sudden wetness between her legs. How could anything, even a vanilla buttercream cake, ever taste this good? She licked her fingers clean and stared at the table. Then she began scooping up piles of cake and frosting and shoveling them into her mouth.

A shocked part of her thought, "Stop it! What are you doing?" But it was completely outvoted by the rest of her, especially her taste buds. Her throbbing belly seemed to positively beg for more. She scraped up every crumb and dollop of frosting she could find and sucked them greedily off her fingers. Then when there was no more to scoop up, she leaned down licked the entire table until it was clean.

"More..." She grunted. She had to have more. Her eyes slowly drifted to the floor. Her earlier feast had been very messy indeed. There were large chunks of cake and frosting all over the floor of the kitchen...

"No! I couldn't!" She thought, disgusted at the idea that was occurring to her. Turning away, With some effort, she levered her now surprisingly heavy body up to stand. She took another swig of vodka, straight from the bottle. Then she plopped herself back down into the chair. She sat there, staring down. That cake. So moist, so rich, so sugary and creamy. Just waiting for her. On the floor.

She took another swig of vodka.

Moments later she was down on all fours, greedily slurping up the spilled cake. A shocked part of her thought miserably, "At least I cleaned the floor yesterday."

Her bloated belly pressed painfully against the floor as she crawled around, licking and sucking up every last morsel of cake and frosting she could find.

At the edge of hearing, Rhodesia said, "That's right, get it ALL. Get every last bit of that magical fattening cake inside you, my pretty little piggy. You're a growing girl. Grow nice and big for auntie."

Soon the floor had been licked clean. She sighed in despair. "None left..."

Her stomach throbbed. It stuck out even further than before. Six months pregnant had become nine months. At least. She swayed, drunk on cake and vodka. She felt like a belly on legs. She took another large gulp of vodka and, head swimming, wove her way to her bedroom and collapsed onto her back. Her tight disdended stomach wobbled and she rubbed it sleepily, a big silly grin on her crumb-covered face. Then she passed out.

"Look at you, my pretty girl!" Auntie says happily, pinching little Jasmine's cheek. "My, how you've grown!" Jasmine beams. She is doing so well!

"Here, I have a special treat for you." Rhodesia's lovely warm arm scoops little Jasmine into her lap again, while her other arm pulls over a side table. It's piled high with a sugary confection. Another cake, this one golden yellow and covered with whipped cream and strawberries. "It's Auntie's famous Strawberry Shortcake!" Rhodesia whispers in a syrupy, seductive voice. "You are going to love it!"

"But... I just ate... a lot..." Murmurs Jasmine muzzily. Hadn't there been... a wedding cake?

"Nonsense. There's always room for Auntie's shortcake my dear. Here, use this."

Dream Auntie puts a fork into Jasmine's tiny hand. A golden fork. Jasmine's eyes light up. THERE it is! Her favorite fork! Greedily, she begins to shovel in mouthful after mouthful of the delicious strawberry cake.

Jasmine sighed in her sleep, golden crumbs appearing magically around her red lips, which murmured. "Mmm... more." Golden fork clasped tightly in her sleeping hand, she writhed in pleasure.