A Famine and a Feast

Chapter 1

X Special thanks to my new friend Victoriarose here on Fantasy Feeder for help with this piece X

It had been a rough few years for the village, crop after crop had failed to produce enough food, families were perpetually hungry and men kept going missing in the forest when they tried to hunt.

As had become custom, Victoria’s family had arranged to marry her off outside the village to try and save her from fate that the village seemed destined for.

She sat on a fence on the outskirts, looking over the houses in the morning’s twilight and reminiscing the memories she shared with their inhabitants. As she did, the early morning’s gusts rustled the trees behind her, and, as she turned to look, she saw the brown and mottled feathers of a Pine Fowl.

She leaped from her perch and made a beeline for the forest. She stooped low and tailed the bird, and as she passed the first line of trees, the instincts of many afternoons in these woods, though rusty, came back to her. She ducked and tracked the hapless fowl like she had so many times before with the other children, when she herself was a girl of 8 or 9. She was older now, more difficult to hide in the boughs as she edged closer to the feathery prize.

Yet as the squawking creature burst forward into an unfamiliar clearing, her attention was taken from her, for in front of her laid a small but ornate table. Upon it sat a singly doily, topped with a glazed and patterned ceramic bowl, full to the brim with burnished, sticky and steaming pork.

Victoria walked forward, dumbfounded. But, as the sweet smell of this meal wafted past her nose, causing her empty stomach to growl like a caged beast, she lost conscious control. Her steps quickened and she plunged her slender hands into the meal, ignoring its burning heat as she greedily ate. She could not remember the last meal she’d had with such flavour, or such mass. And as she looked down, the bowl seemed as full as it had been before her starvation-blinded first few mouthfuls. She pulled more strips from the bowl, crunching through its perfect crackling and licking her lips as the sauce dripped down. Each bite was better and more filling than the last, and she was oh-so hungry.

She felt it on the back of her legs and turned to see a chair, matching the table in its beauty and style. How had she not seen it before? She sat and continued to gorge herself with the expected reckless abandon of a girl whose greatest meal in recent memory was a pigeon split 6 ways.

As Victoria slumped in the chair, stuffing her face with his enchanted food, the man watched from the shadows of the tree line, smirking to himself with a grimace that showed altogether too many teeth. Many men had braved these woods and fallen into this simplest of traps, but today a rare treasure had showed itself; a pretty girl of marrying age, desperately hungry and totally uneducated in the ways of the fair folk.

His serpentine tongue licked the thin lips bordering his cruel smile as he observed her body already beginning to fill out the baggy clothes she entered his forest wearing. Her biceps were softening, her chest growing fuller, and a small paunch beginning to form under her garb. Her thighs, already womanly, now began to spread wider on the chair as he exited the cover of darkness to approach the pretty creature that had fallen into his trap.

As she ate and ate from the vessel, she did not notice the trees begin to blur, nor did her eyes become drawn to the sky as it abruptly took on a hue too vibrant to be natural to the land of mortal men. Indeed, the stranger was a mere four or five paces from Victoria before she noticed him.

“Wha… who are you?” she stammered, ceasing her engorgement. She did not like how the man took two more steps closer; his movements were too fluid, too inhuman. And when he opened his mouth to reply, she saw resting between his excessive teeth, a triangular and lavender-coloured tongue.

“That’s no way to treat your host, especially since you ate my roast” he responded in a peculiar sing-song… “All you human’s vice is greed, now you’re mine it’s time to feed!”. And as he rattled off his verse, he rapidly closed the gap between them, shocking Victoria so she pushed back into the seat.

He stood there for a moment, looming over her, almost smelling her fear as she found her wrists in restraints that had not existed seconds ago, and as similar devices fastened her ankles to the chair legs. His purplish eyes looked deep into hers as he unblinkingly reached a hand back and grabbed another large chunk of the glazed and roasted pork, raising and holding it just out of reach of her mouth.

“Open up you pretty pig, for my pleasure you’ll get big.” Everything in her mind urged Victoria not to, but the hunger overtook her and she opened her mouth for him.

It had been so gradual at first, the haze subduing her suspicion and fear, but as she bit down on the slice he held in her mouth, it dawned on her that it was the last decision she’d ever make.

“The choice you’ve made has set your fate, it’s time, my pet, to gain some weight”

And so the true event began with this man-creature as it fed her more and more, the food gradually becoming more varied as time itself seemed to blur. She could see his hands feeding her, but she felt other hands on her body, groping and grabbing handfuls of… fat? But how could this be, Victoria had only just sat down, yet as she looked down at her body in the brief moments between mouthfuls, she saw a sight that was alien to her; the straining dress she recognized, but surely the body beneath could not be her. The warmth and heft of her gut pressed down in her lap, her thighs already began to push apart due to their own expansion, and, were she standing, she would’ve noticed her balance waiver as her bosom grew to fill out the chest of her clothes.

Yet the fair man did not stop, his actions were of singular purpose; to feed, and from this, he would not be distracted. The girl, on the other hand, was beginning to slip, with every bite, her middling resolve eroded, even her thoughts became blurry as he lifted pastries and sweets to her agape maw. The sensations were overloading her, but comfortably so. The cacophony of flavours, the warmth of fullness, the imperceptible soothing whispers, and the hands. Oh the hands! How they grabbed her, massaging where she felt her skin stretching, rubbing her thighs, cheekily sliding under her plump and bloated breasts and squeezing, forcing her to eek out a moan through a mouthful of souffle. Everywhere sensitive had those delicate fingers, and everywhere her flab began to roll, a hand was sure to grab and jiggle.

The fair man cackled at her, taking such joy in the ruination of her body and the dissolution of her mind, “You came to me, so thin and fair. Across the land, your beauty, rare. Now look at you, a fattening whore. The men around would now abhor”

Had she been her for minutes? Hours? Years? She could not tell, not that Victoria could tell very much at all now. In fact not much could tell that the pile of corpulent lard was Victoria, to be truthful.

She couldn’t quite remember when her clothes tore off, all she remembered was the positive ecstasy of relief when she was no longer restricted by the rough spun tunic, and the surge of pleasure when yet more hands made their way onto her bare flesh, kneading her as if she were a particularly giggly and drooly dough.

No-one went missing from that forest after Victoria, and grandmothers told their children for generations to come about the sweet girl who made a deal with the fair folk to help the village harvests. But they cannot tell what they do not know, that time works very differently in the land of the fair folk, and that possessive and gleeful creature remains there, still feeding, pleasuring and grabbing the massive body of that sweet and naïve girl he caught in the woods.