The wylds: tempted by faie

Chapter 1 - Beginnings

“So do you think he’s noticed?” Called out a female voice

“We’ll he’s just waking up so we’ll know soon…” Responded a familiar one in kind.

I barely remember hearing those words as I blinked awake from last nights… outing. It started out simple enough. Him, handsome and charming. An exchange of words and looks before one drink lead to a night out and then a passionate romp in the bed. Cuddling and fondling afterwards followed by passing out to his words of “see more of you tomorrow…”

How little did I know how true that would be. Feeling a need to go to the bathroom I got up felt unusual. A heavier shift in my center. Nothing noticeable at first, chalking it up to a the effects of too much drinking the night before without too much water.  After relieving myself and splashing water in my eyes I saw it, and then I started yelling.

“There it is.” Came his voice

“Every. Fucking. Time.” Came hers.

Quickly I ran out of the bathroom and scrambled for my underwear, trying to pull them past my thickened thighs and over my rounded ass. Too tight. I fumbled for my pants, the zipper wouldn’t close. The button barely held. My mind was panicking over what I saw. Overnight I had instantly somehow managed to add 4 inches to my waistline, but how?

“Over here, darling” His voice sang out. That nickname somehow pulling me “Don’t’ worry, and don’t be shy. I’ve got someone here I’d like you to meet.”

Cautiously after putting on my undershirt and dress shirt, both painfully tight and exposing my new pudge to the bare elements, I walked to the kitchenette.

There he was, handsome as ever, with his willowy build and tall frame, and next to him?

A lovely goddess of a woman, curvaceous and strong.

And before them on the table, a feast.

“Uh,” I replied my face turning beat red as I stammered to try and break the ice. “Expecting company?”

“Ha!” he chuckled. “Yes, probably more. Do dig in though. You must be quite famished after last nights… activities”

“Oh you’re bad” She chimed in as she placed a stack of pancakes, the largest ones I’ve ever seen severed in front of me. “But seriously do eat up. I made all of this and I need a second opinion on my cooking.”

I admit I was charmed by both of their presences, him praising and regaling the events of last night to her, his roommate. While I shyly ate away at her cooking. One plate turned to seconds, and seconds to thirds. I had lost track. Him absently talking and her gently asking for input “now try the cakes, how are they? Oh and these waffles? How about them?”

It was all one hypnotic blur until.

PING!

“There it is.” He exclaimed, reaching over the table to grab a button that had flown off my dress shirt. “Honestly I’ve never seen one so enraptured by your cooking.”

“Oh, don’t worry” she cooed placing another plate of food in front of me “I’m sure that shirt was on its way out anyway.”

“Yeah” I replied. Nodding. That’s probably right. Why was it so hard to think?

“So how big do you think he’ll get?” She piped. Her words feeling more like a soothing melody rather than having any meaning to them.

“Dunno, depends on how much he puts down. I’m sure he’s not even registering that were talking about him.” He replied back, his voice singing with hers.

A tearing noise… faint but I thought I should be more alarmed by it than I felt.

“Well clearly he’s a keeper. He didn’t try running out the door immediately.”

“Yeah, well the fool gave me his real name, and he hasn’t questioned a thing.”

“That’s almost like cheating” she childed.

“Almost” He agreed giving me a wink. I blushed and ate a bit more trying to bury my embarrassment in the amazing cooking she provided.
 “Oh my!” He replied, slightly gobsmacked. “First time I’ve seen one do that!”

“Well yeah, you don’t expect a mortal to finish over a table-full of my cooking in one go. Now he’ll never be able to go back in his old clothes. He’s torn right through his britches and completely destroyed the rest of his outfit.” She responded before turning her glance directly at me. I could feel myself getting lost in her gaze, drowning in such ungodly beauty.

She mentioned my name… or was it ever my name to begin with? And laid down their terms. “…My roommate and I are looking for a third here in our neck of the woods, and there’s a position we think you could fill. What say you?” She teased, I could feel his hands snaking over my body… or was it? It was quite a bit bigger. Rolls where there weren’t any earlier. Jiggly assets where they shouldn’t have been… it was all so heavy, warm and comfortable. Unable to speak from the food in my mouth I nodded, perhaps too eagerly?

“Great, we’ll seal the deal with a kiss” She replied as he grabbed my blubbery chins and kissed me on the lips. I felt myself light up and everything going hazy.

“Welcome to the Wylds, Piggy.” She replied, leaning in and planning another dazzling kiss on me before cupping my massive stomach. “You’re going to grow quite well in our garden.”