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Gingerbread House IV
🕑 Added 2022-03-31 03:23:12 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for imposter_dude.
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At some point, Emma could no longer determine how long she had been there. She had neglected to keep track of the passage of days, and there was no calendar in sight. Which wasn’t to say that she had been with Annette for a particularly long time. But Emma couldn’t say that it had been a short time either. She just didn’t know.
Her life had somehow become a lethargic cycle of eating, napping, and relaxing on the squishy furniture as she enjoyed the aromas of whatever Annette was cooking that day. Emma wasn’t sure of her family would be missing her by now. So she silently promised herself that she wouldn’t stay too much longer. It was just nice to spend time with someone who wasn’t one of her annoying siblings. She enjoyed having a break from constant chores. And indulging a little.
Though honestly, she might have been indulging a bit too much. Emma had gone from skinny to plump in no time at all. It was odd and kind of funny, to be so fat and happy; so lazy and carefree. All she had to worry about was eating the delicious foods that Annette was constantly providing her with. And despite the niggles of concern Emma often felt about her growing body, she really loved this lifestyle, temporary though it was. It was like a vacation from responsibility. It was so peaceful and content, and everything was just delicious.
Emma’s B-cup breasts had surged up to DD’s, though she couldn’t say she minded. She had tossed away her bra a few days ago when it was clear that it had no hopes of containing her anymore. The weight gain in her breasts had caused a plump, rounded appearance, and the mounds didn’t sink or sag. As they now bobbed a good deal when she walked around, the sensation of her nipples rubbing into her top sometimes gave her pause. Her face would scrunch from the combined arousal and discomfort. Overall, her breasts were the least of her problems. It might have even been a benefit. They were quite lovely, after all.
Emma thought the weight gain in her hips and backside only made her more womanly, the increased thickness of her thighs just complementing her increasingly voluptuous form. Her face was rounder and she had developed a bit of a double chin. She thought it cute, and Annette said as much. Emma had always been a bony girl, so it was certainly intriguing to be larger and softer than she had ever been before.
The most prominent change to her figure was undeniably her belly. She thought she looked due with child by then, or even beyond that. It was just huge. The mound was so round and heavy with all the food and fat contained within it, she had taken the habit of clutching it as she moved around, trying to stabilize it from bouncing around too much. And her gait had gotten awkward. Hilariously, she found herself waddling around like a true pregnant woman. Emma could imagine the look on her family members faces when she returned so plump and round, like she was about to give birth to twins at any moment. She chuckled at the thought.
Yes, it would certainly be a surprise. And maybe not a pleasant one. As a matter of fact, her parents wouldn’t be pleased. And her weight gain was sure to impose on her ability to do chores and take care of her younger siblings. Lately, it was getting more difficult to move around on her own. Emma really did need to slow down with all the eating. This was already imposing on her mobility, and soon it could impact her health.
“Hi darling. I thought you looked peckish,” said Annette.
Emma snapped out of her reverie. She looked up to see Annette standing over her, carrying a large tray of food. “Oh,” said Emma, wanting to refuse, but she could feel herself salivating already. Was that what she thought it was?
Annette nudged the coffee table closer to the couch, where Emma was perched. Annette lowered the tray, and uncovered it, revealing a deep dish completely congested with plump ricotta ravioli. It was smothered in at least three inches of mozzarella cheese. And it was Emma’s absolute favorite.
“Thought you could use a treat,” said Annette, smiling fondly.
Emma shifted up from her slumped position, her round belly perching against her lap. She lightly cupped it with her hand as her tongue dragged over her bottom lip. “This looks so good…” Emma said mournfully. “But…I shouldn’t.” The broad dish of food looked to be enough to feed a dozen people.
Annette looked crestfallen. “I went to all the trouble. How about just one bite?”
Emma couldn’t refuse. She had never managed it before. And to be honest, she truly enjoyed eating. She liked getting bigger, fatter, softer, and lazier. She even liked her huge belly. And so, she lifted the fork, and dug in.
