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Without thinking, you took the pastry bag and brought the tip to your mouth, groaning as you squeezed and felt the sweet creamy filling starting to push into your mouth. The heavenly taste overwhelming your tongue as you swallowed a huge gulp… then another… then another.

Your belly felt heavy and full already — had you always had this soft and round of a gut pushing against your shirt?

Squeezing the pastry bag harder, you felt your cheeks strain under the pressure of the cream, but guzzling it down was the only thing on your mind. “Mmmmmmm,” was all you could groan as you slid yourself into a sitting position, taking the pastry bag with both hands, feeling your shirt riding up higher and higher as every gulp rounded you out.

The pressure and pleasure in your belly grew as the bag started to feel empty. You frantically compressed it more and more, tighter and tighter, trying to suck down every morsel…

Your strained belly necessitated you laying on your back, the arch of your swollen middle coming fully into view now. Plump, puffy belly pushing up and out, your cheeks full and flushed. The last of the custard passed your lips, your tongue lapping at the nozzle for more…

“So… big…” you moaned, sinking your fingers into the dough-like blob of belly at your middle. You tugged up your shirt to see your chest, looking plump enough that cream might trickle out of your nipple if you squeezed hard enough.

You rubbed your swollen ball belly, the groaning gurgle of your indulgence straining your body audibly. But you realized what you were missing…

“Cho—uuUUrrp—clate,” you groaned, trying to reach up to the counter and grab your bowl of dipping chocolate, the strained belch catching you off guard. There was a moment of feeling around, but it quickly became clear when you made an error.

The bowl tipped, sending a stream of gooey chocolate dripping over the edge of the counter, landing right on the peak of your belly and spreading down the sides of your inflated middle. Your custard-stained mouth was salivating with anticipation as a small dribble slid down your belly towards your chest, your face digging in to your pudgy double chin as your tongue desperately reached for a taste.

When that wasn’t fast enough, you brought your hand up to catch some dripping chocolate and then messily sucking it off your fingers. “I’m so tasty and filled,” you whimpered as the chocolate started to settle, your mouth hanging open with awe and exhaustion, your hands gently sinking into your chocolatey sides…

But all his bite gave you was this… hunger.

You felt the need to eat. Constantly. Well past when you were full. If you tried to hold yourself back, stem the tidal wave of excess calories, your body craved food more and more intensely. Eating was a much preferable feeling. He made it easy for you, too. His sultry voice rubbing and coaxing more and more food into your mouth. Every bite tasted better than the last. His body seeming to float weightlessly over yours, your soft, tired arms running down his toned body as he fed you.

You barely noticed that he a habit of bringing you the most deliciously fattening stuff, too. Everything greasy, sugary, and decadently loaded with more calories than anyone should have. Second and third helpings. Not so much discrete meals as unending plates of food that seemed to appear as he willed them for hours at a time, each looking more deliciously irresistible than the last.

So you ate. And ate. And ate. Your body swelled with fat, day after day. His hands lifting food to your mouth, the glint of the light off his fangs as you obediently opened for yet another bite, ignoring the protests of your stomach as you feasted from dusk until dawn when he relented so you could rest until he returned to satiate your appetite. Your mouth watered at the smell of the food. Your body growing eager and needy for his touch.

You thought you'd gotten fat, but he fed you even larger.

You felt you were already enormous, but he continued to grow you.

Pounds piled onto your frame each day as your blissful, sedentary existence contracted towards fulfillment from food alone.

The weight of your body keeping you comfortably pinned down, sinking into the bed and your own plump frame, luxuriating in the soft lard that encased you more and more deeply, like the warmth of his tender embrace was there at all times.

"The taste… so rich," he would tell you, pulling back from the two small bite marks on your thick neck. His hands running down the extensive mass that you'd grown into. You could feel the pumping of your thick, buttery blood pumping through your fattened body. His bite always left you woozy with hunger, eager to eat.

Near the register was an older and rather plump woman. With her curly blue-grey hair and shaw covering her chest and upper arms. The woman reminded Sam of her own grandmother. This woman also had pointed ears that her hair curled around as it draped down to her neck. As Sam approached, she found herself entranced by the woman’s golden eyes. Colored contacts, it must be, “Hello, sugar,” the elderly woman greeted Sam, “Welcome to the Fae Cafe. Might I interest you in one of our chia seed drinks or puddings? Perfect and refreshing for a warm spring day.”

Sam smiled at the idea. It was starting to get rather warm outside with Spring now in full swing, “Do you have anything coconut or oat milk based?”

“Absolutely, sugar,” the elderly woman replied, “How about a coconut milk smoothie? Pick your flavor. We have high grade matcha if that’s your speed. Lavender and honey if you’re looking for floral and sweet. Dark chocolate if decadence is your taste of the day.” The shop keeper then gestured to the glass display in front of her, “We also make overnight oats and chia seed puddings. Buy tonight, have breakfast in the morning. A late night snack. Or a post workout pick me up.” 

Sam was stunned at how reasonable the prices were. The chain smoothie place she used to go to now cost an arm and leg. These prices were comparable to last decade. She scooped up several flavors of chia seed pudding and ordered a large chia seed smoothie with matcha and slightly sweet. It was a steal as the owner rang her up and one worker delicately bagged her purchases and handed her the large drink. Sam had to hold it with two hands while the canvas bag handles hung from one arm. “Come back soon, sugar.” The shopkeeper called out as Sam exited the shop. 

The drink lasted her the entire way home. So frosty, cool and quite refreshing. As she slurped, the now bulbous chia seeds felt like miniature boba pearls flowing into her mouth and down her throat. She groaned slightly and rubbed her bloated tummy. The drink was quite filling. By the time she had made it back to her condo, the drink was only a quarter empty. Even after putting up the various puddings, the drink called her name and she continued to slurp the delectable drink. Sam turned on her favorite streamer and watched for several hours as she bounced from one to the next as some ended and the next began. It seemed like magic, her drink was large but lasting the entire night, that was impressive. When it was a little pass her usual bedtime, she finally hit the bottom of the cup. Sam opened the lid and scraped the last dredges of coconut milk and bulbous chia seed into her bloated belly. A groan escaped as she gently rubbed her taught middle, “I think I overdid it. Too bad this can’t go to my tits.” 

The next morning came with another shock. An old t-shirt Sam had worn for years now for sleeping felt tight. It was like magic, her chest had finally filled out. Certain this was a dream, Sam grabbed them and found they were real. She wasn’t a washboard anymore, they had gone from small cherries to large grapefruits. And they were heavy also. Sam giggled happily as she got out of bed and briefly fought to remove her now snug shirt. Her belly was still bloated from that drink but it growled for breakfast all the same. Sam blindly grabbed one of the puddings she had bought yesterday and tried to quickly swallow it as well. This one was cinnamon flavored and contained some nuts. The small container seemed to hold far more than it should. Sam took several chugs of the flavorful pudding between swings of coffee and while looking for something to fit her busty frame. A maxi dress she usually saved for summer would have to do. Sam tossed her head back as she tried to chug the remainder of her breakfast. It took a few more minutes before her tongue found the bottom of the glass. The Fae Cafe might become her new grocery store with this amount at those rock bottom prices. If only the chia seeds didn’t make her feel so bloated afterwards. Sam swore they were expanding in her stomach. 

Over the next few days, Sam tried to adjust to her new busty shape. New clothes to show off the assests she now had. Even her butt had finally started to fill in. Maybe she was just a late bloomer, but twenty-one felt extremely late. At least she finally got her ass and chest. Her belly was sporting a near permanent bloat now. It always bloated as she feasted on her cheap food but soon dwindled as her body digested it. No matter how full she was starting to feel, those deceptively small containers beckoned her to keep swallowing. And Sam happily did. 

However, her boyfriend refused to take bloat as an excuse. They held a heated argument over infidelity. Sam yelled in defense that wasn't cheating nor was she wasn’t pregnant! Even a negative test couldn’t convince him otherwise. He called her a two cent whore before slapping her across the face. Sam stared at him in shock, a red handprint on her left cheek, her left eye watering from the hit. He then yelled at her to get the fuck out of his life and to never come back. While distracted by rage. Sam returned the slap and then ran from his apartment. She ran all the way back home and then screeched into a pillow as mournful tears poured from her eyes. It took several hours for her to regain her composure. Sam then decided to go for a walk to clear her mind and try to forget the three year relationship. 

Her feet eventually brought her back to the Fae Cafe. Without a second thought, she entered the store once more, her eyes still puffy from crying. The shopkeeper gasped and quickly walked out from behind the counter, “Sugar! Your face. Your eyes. Are you alright? Do I need to call the cops?” Sam quickly shook her head but took the offered tissue to dry the new tears from her eyes. The plump woman then took one hand and guided Sam towards a table, “There, there, sugar. What’s your name?”

Sam drew a deep breath, the shopkeeper looking back at her in concern, “Sam. Well, Samatha, but just call me Sam.” The elderly woman smiled, for a brief second, her teeth had golden points. Sam then glanced as the woman’s hand holding her own, her fingers had too many knuckles. Sam blinked and wiped away the tears again. No, she must have been mistaken. This woman was remarkably ordinary. Normal teeth yellowed from age. Her wrinkled hand had the correct amount of knuckles. She was a stereotypical grandmotherly elder. Sam drew a shaky breath and confessed to the fight with her boy friend and the following break up, “Does my cheek still look red?”

“Just a touch, sugar,” the shopkeeper noted, “It won’t bruise. You can call me Gran.” Gran then stood up and walked back behind the counter. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about that rat, my Samatha. He clearly couldn’t handle a woman of your worth. Why you’re a right prize. Wouldn’t you agree, guys and gals?” From behind the counter, several of the male workers wolf whistle and several of the female workers complimented her, calling her a real woman. It made Sam smile as she stood up to look over herself again. Gran was right. She was a prize now! A proper woman with curves a plenty. That rat bastard didn’t deserve her. Whatever was in that drink and those puddings made her something to be desired. A paragon of beauty and femininity. And she could get a proper man that would appreciate every curve. Sam pictured a handsome man with dark hair enjoying every curve hernbody had. He would run his hands over her body and lovingly cradle her belly that would grow their children. 

Gran returned to Sam with a simple paper bag and offered it to her, “Take this, sugar. On the house. Use it in the bath to soak away all of your worries. And forget about that rat. Would you like another drink, my Samatha? We have a new flavor. And you must be running low on food. May as well stock up while you’re here.” 

Sam felt soothed by Gran’s voice. She took the small paper bag and held it close as she placed more puddings on the counter to buy and another large drink appeared as well. She scarcely remembered paying. Or the canvas bag being filled and wrapped around her arm as she lifted the large drink with both hands. Gran smiled again, her golden eyes glinting, her teeth showing pointed golden tips once more. Sam took a sip of her drink, oat milk chai with honey this time. Gran’s voice reached her ears as she seemed to float out of the shop, her feet already knowing the way, the leaves covering the doorsill gently caressing her curvaceous frame, “Come again soon, my Samatha.”   

Even if it was only noon, a soak in the tub sounded wonderful. Sam continued to slurp on the large drink even as her belly started to feel full. She brought the drink and one of the puddings into the bathroom with her as she filled the soaker tub with warm water. The soak didn’t have any instructions, so Sam just emptied the entire bag. A floral and earthy smell, similar to the cafe, filled her nose and flooded the bathroom as it was engulfed in steam. The soak turned the water green and several small black speckles that looked like chia seeds floated in the water. With her drink and snack within reach, Sam slipped into the tub and let out a deep sigh. She cupped her large breast first and soft moans escaped from her throat. 

Next she grabbed her drink and began to swallow large gulps. The chia seeds in the drink once again acted like small boba as they poured down her throat. She grabbed the pudding cup next, and slowly began to pour it down her throat as well. Flavors of matcha and honey greeted her this time as she gulped more into her slowly bloating belly. Sam placed the pudding cup down and gently rubbed her breast again. Her groin was beginning to demand attention as well. 

Sam had to escape the warm water for a brief moment as she pulled the shower head and its elongated hose into the warm water. A few tests against her hand to find the right setting, she then places the shower head between her legs and near instantly gasps. She moans and rocks her hips against the pulsing water. This was far better than anything her worthless ex could do. But what Sam couldn’t see below the murky surface and all the steam, were the black becoming engorged by the water, growing in size from a small seed to a golf ball. Thanks to the current from the pulsing shower head, these over engorged chia seeds were being pushed into her needy, dripping tunnel. When the first one parted her lips, Sam moaned and bucked her hips. It traveled deeper, squeezing through her softened cervix and into her waiting womb. More quickly followed and began to pack into the small space. Soon enough, they forced her womb to expand and make room for more. 

Sam cried out in ecstasy and lost her grip on the shower head. That felt amazing. Her snack called to her again and she began to greedily gulp it down. With her free hand she grabbed and pointed the shower head back at her groin while she used her feet to manipulate the tub drain. She didn’t want to flood her bathroom after all. The cycle repeated, more golf ball sized engorged chia seeds breached her womb and forced it to grow. She finally reached the bottom of the pudding jar and placed it down before rubbing her breast once more. Her knuckles graced the top of her engorged belly and her hand turned to rub it as well. Sam grinned, would all of this go to her butt, hips, or breasts? She grabbed the large drink and began to suckle on it again. More engorged speckles followed the current into her womb, Sam moaning and writhing as each took its place. 

Her belly groaned. She felt so full. But she still hadn’t reached the bottom of her smoothie. Another orgasm hit as a plethora of engorged chia seeds entered her. Sam released the shower head again and one hand went to her engorged belly. So full and tight, just rubbing her strained tummy aroused her again. She grabbed the shower head once more, the bath still warm and steamy thanks to the shower head as she worked it against her groin again. 

Finally she reached the bottom of her drink. She breathed deeply and placed it down as well. She really had over done it this time. The showerhead brought her to another orgasm, she had lost count of how many it had been. She released it again and placed both hands on her engorged belly. But this time, her hands didn’t disappear under water. Sam looked down at her middle as her hands roamed her strain flesh. She found her belly button had popped, her belly had become a near perfect sphere. She could be mistaken for seven months pregnant. It was a struggle to push herself back into a seated position, “Holy shit…” Sam spoke in a breath as she gazed at her gravid form. Her belly was tight, heavy, and felt like it was full of jelly. A majority of the black speckles had vanished from her soak, only a faint green color remained. 

It took a few tries but she managed to grab the small bag of bath soak Gran had given her. The only instructions were to add to warm water and soak and the words ‘Fae Cafe’ were printed on the front. This had to be a dream, maybe a hallucination. But the draining water showed that her belly was indeed true. A few black speckles, now looking like normal chia seed dotted the tub around the drain. Sam struggled with her new weight to get out of the soaker tub, her towel no longer wrapped around her frame. Her belly felt so sensitive as she dried it, she cradled the heavy load as she waddled to find anything that would fit. But even her stretchiest pants slipped under the gravid curve and her largest shirts were reduced to a crop top with this massive load in the way. Sam glanced at the clock, she had spent nearly three hours in shower head induced ecstasy. No wonder her groin was so sore. 

This had to be a hallucination. But with every hour that passed, her gravid belly remained. Her middle was drum tight. And yet her belly growled for more sustenance soon after sun set. It was a habit now. Sam blindly grabbed a chia pudding cup and some water as she began to devour the food. Just as before, the jar was deceptively small. But still she nursed the jar while a streamer played in the background. One hand constantly rested against her swollen middle as she forced every last drop of berry flavor down her throat. Sam groaned as she rubbed her drum tight middle. Usually just two of those would satisfy her all day. But including the one from this morning, she had swallowed three. And that massive smoothie. All of those chia seeds must be swelling in her stomach, that’s why she looked pregnant. She cautiously patted her belly and watched it sway. It really did feel like it was full of jelly. And such a perfectly round, and heavy, sphere. This was just over indulgence after a break up. No different from slamming a pint of ice cream, a large milkshake, or a box of cookies. Yeah that was all. She had even texted with some friends and messaged other online friends during various streams. Everyone of them took her side, her ex wasn't worth a second thought. More so after that slap across the face. Many were proud of her for returning the slap.

But morning proved this to be no hallucination. Her belly was still round and heavy. And now her breasts felt tight. While groping one, she realized they had grown again, from grapefruits to honeydew melons. And they were so heavy as well. Trying to squeeze them brought discomfort as well. A quick debate to see a doctor was suddenly punished from her mind. The smell of earth and flowers swarmed her and her eyes became unfocused. She heard Gran’s voice calling for her. A sweet voice echoing her full name in her mind. “Here I come Gran,” Sam spoke aloud and began to dress in a crop top and stretchy pants.

Her walk had become a waddle. The sun was just beginning to rise as Sam answered that siren call. She cradled her middle, her breasts straining the simple black crop top. A few people passing by gave a hello which she absent mindedly returned. Her feet knew the way, every crosswalk turning green as she approached. The morning was cloudy and carried a delectable scent of milk and honey. Her stomach growled, Sam gave it a rub, food was coming. Gran would feed her. Before she knew it, Sam entered the Fae Cafe once more. 

“Come here, my Samatha.” Gran purred with one finger curled. Sam obeyed and approached the shopkeeper. Gran gently caressed her swollen tummy, “Such a precious cargo you bear. Take a seat and eat up. You’ll need your energy very soon.” One of the male workers with a swollen middle of his own gently took Sam’s hand and locked his arm with hers. He smiled, his teeth tipped with silver points, his eyes swirled between copper and grey, his fingers unnaturally long. He silently guided the beguiled woman to a table towards the back. As Sam sat, a female worker, her busty frame decorated with faint silver swirls was dwarfed by Sam’s new frame, placed a medium sized white bowl in front of her. It was filled to the brim with chia seeds swollen in a coconut cream base. Strawberries, cherries, kiwis, and blueberries crowned with a swirl of honey decorated the top of the bowl. Not a word was spoken, Sam lifted the bowl to her mouth and began to devour the offered meal. It tasted heavenly. The fruit was divine and perfectly sweet.

Her belly began to feel full. Sam placed the bowl back down and tenderly rubbed her middle. She swore it had grown since last night. The bowl was only half empty and she started into it once more. At some point Sam found herself sipping on a smoothie filled with chia seeds, coconut cream, and honey. As much as her stomach began to groan in discomfort, she continued to devour the large meal. Gran watched with delight, at long last she found just what they needed. So long as her Samatha passed the final test. A deep exhale, Sam had managed to drain both the bowl and the smoothie. She leaned back into the comfortable chair and stroked her full term belly. It felt like she had just consumed a feast. She winced and tried to massage her sore breasts again.    

The same woman from before wordlessly helped Sam to her feet and then guided her deeper into the back rooms of the Fae Cafe. Sam felt like she was walking through a fog as the woman lovingly guided her. Several male workers, their belly as large as hers, were balls deep in a machine and whimpered moans of relief were heard. The machine was using the men to fill large glass containers of what looked like chia seeds from the various foods and drinks she had devoured and the bath soak she had bathed in. It took several minutes for their bellies to empty. They then tested a few in a milky substance, and after a few minutes, they would turn plump into gelled chia seeds ready for use in food. The glass containers were labeled in a foreign language and moved elsewhere. As for the female workers, those with breasts as engorged as Sam’s were attached to a pumping device. Sighs and moans of relief were heard by them as well as they were milked and their chest began to deflate.The pumps connected to a long series of tubes, each filling a communal container with silvery tinged milk. The milk was then portioned out, various powders of different colors and drops of liquid from intricate bottles were added to the small containers and the silvery tinged disappeared. Each container was then labeled with the same foreign language.

Sam was placed into a padded chair and reclined into place. Her top gingerly removed to display her swollen breasts tipped with darkened nipples. A similar pump was attached to Sam, but both tubes exited into a large bowl nearby. The pump turned on and Sam moaned in relief as the pressure in her heavy breasts finally had a place to go. The first pumps pulled a thicker milk, tinged by gold, followed by a smoother flow but the golden hue remained. Sam melted into the chair, one hand on her spherical belly as she was milked. One male worker with black hair came to her and cupped her cheek. No thoughts were had as Sam welcomed the passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as his too long fingers slipped her waistband and cupped her groin. Sam bucked her hips in delight as her lover? Consort? Whatever this man would be. He graced her neck and collar bone with kisses and love bites. His free hand lovingly caressed every curve her body had gained. His voice was silky smooth as he purred sweet words of devotion and praise for her fertile belly. A sharp gasp came from Sam next as both hands gripped her gravid belly. The man placed both hands under her thighs and lifted Sam slightly, “Push my queen,” he lovingly whispered and Sam obeyed. 

It felt like a glob of jelly was trying to exit her. It took several pushes, the man's breath hot on her neck and coaching her through the process before a gelatinous egg the size of basketball exited her. Her belly deflated as it left, the pregnancy erased and only what could easily be written off as bloat remained. The egg had a translucent shell and an opaque black center. The woman guided the egg into the warm bowl of golden tinged milk its mother had been pumped into. When the light shined just right, a humanoid body could be seen curled up inside the black center. Sam relaxed back in the chair to sleep as her consort placed one more kiss on her forehead. The pumps soon pulled every last ounce of creamy milk from.each breast and the egg was bathed in the golden milk of its mother. 

The male worker reported back to the front of the store, Gran looking at him expectantly, “Success, Grand Matron. We have evaded detection by this one. I would guess many dozen more vessels wait in her womb for her next ovulation. Given her age, we have but a few years to wait for peak fertility. She should produce at least a couple of decades after that as well.”

Gran smiled, her sharp golden tipped teeth catching the light, “Excellent. Samantha is under royal protection of the Arch Fae henceforth until her womb is no longer fertile. We are to see to it that she wants for nothing. We must serve and care for our brood queen. Onyx, you shall be her consort for as long as the court seems fit. Continue to lavish her and maintain our charm. Spend the rest of Spring and all of Summer preparing her womb to handle a Grand Matron by Autumn. See to it that every egg possible is used.” Onyx grinned with delight and bowed, thanking the Grand Matron for trusting him with such a delightful task. Gran then addressed the other workers, “Gentlemen. Finish your current cycles and take your rest. Ladies, do the same.” Gran then snaps her fingers and the Fae Cafe returns to being an empty store front in the city.  

Sam awoke in her bed in a fog. How long had she been asleep? She checked her phone and saw several missed messages along with various alerts from many apps. Those later, caffeine first. It wasn’t a hangover but it sure felt like it. Several letters lined her kitchen counter, those certainly weren’t there yesterday. And a warm cup of coffee was waiting for her alongside a note. Sam looked around her kitchen perplexed but took a sip of the drink all the same. It was perfect. The best she ever had. She then read the note, a thanks for a wonderful night signed by someone named Owen. Wait, no. She knew Owen. Yeah, they had met at the Fae Cafe. He was the rebound, the night having ended in a make-out session and sex. Sam checked her phone, Owen's contact information was there. The idea of seeing him again made her heart flutter

As she nursed a cup of coffee, she sorted through the letters in confusion. Congrats on her condo being fully paid off. A notice that her property taxes had been paid in full for the next twenty years. A farewell and good luck card from her office. Sam turned to the various apps on her phone. Some had the same congratulations. There were several missed messages from friends calling her lucky for landing the lottery. Another letter confirmed the same. Opening her bank account, Sam saw an astounding amount of money to her name. Triple checks showed everything was in order as she smiled in disbelief. She would never have to work again at this rate. 

Her stomach growled. She needed more than just coffee. A quick breakfast and then she would go grab a pastry to celebrate. She needed to be wise, invest some of this so she truly wouldn’t have to work ever again. Sam didn’t want to end up on a trash TV show about lotto winners that went broke in less than a year. As Sam opened her fridge, she found it stocked to the brim with her now favorite food from her favorite place. A note sat on a shelf simply saying, ‘With Love. Fae Cafe.’. 

Sam grabbed one of the jars and looked at it curiously. She then glanced at her curvy frame. Still had her ass, chest, hips, and a slight belly. Sam cautiously patted her belly. It didn’t feel like it was swollen with jelly, surely it was just some pudge she had picked up. This was nothing to worry about. Not like the other day when it was so big, heavy and ripe. Sam began to eagerly gulp down the chia seed pudding. That had to be a dream when she was heavily pregnant, a picture of fertility. Having Owen help make her make that dream come true, she felt her vagina start to drip again. She opened her phone and sent Owen a text asking to meet up later. Her heart leapt in delight when he agreed. She called him his queen, Queen Samatha, it made her giddy. Her name sounded delightful in his voice. He might be the only one she would want to say her full name.

You look up and see the bartender. She's wearing a crisp white button up and a vest, both hands on the bar, she's looking at you with an expression you can't quite place.

"Hello," you say softly. Your cheeks feel warm, but you can't tell if you're blushing or if it's the alcohol.

"Come here often?" She says.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, bad line," she smiles at you and you feel a fluttering in your gut, "Do you need a top off?"

Your eyes widen, "Take my top off?"

She looks surprised, "No! No, do you want another drink?"

"Oh, uh…" you slurp the rest of your drink through the straw, "Sure, that would be nice, thanks."

She takes the empty glass with another small smile thrown your way. You fidget with your skirt while you wait, downing the rest of your drink in one go is definitely starting to make your brain even fuzzier. Looking down at yourself you notice that your belly is definitely bloated, pushing against the waist of your skirt. Under the bar you reach up a hand and press gently on the swell. It's firm and feels like poking an inflated ball. Ugh… you really should eat something.

"Are you okay?"

The bartender is back, placing another fizzy and fruity drink on top of a small napkin. It's definitely not what you had originally, but you're tipsy and it looks delicious.

"Yeah, I'm okay…" You say, "This isn't the drink I had…"

She shrugs, "I took a chance. This is a recipe I made myself, a little bit of watermelon, vodka, mint…. Thought you seem cool enough you might want to try it for me. Let me know what you think."

You take a small sip and smile up at her, "This is really good."

"Thanks, it's on the house," she picks up a couple empty glasses farther down the bar and starts to walk away.

"Oh! Uh-"

"Yes?" She's back in front of you.

"Do you guys serve any food?" You ask, taking a long sip from the drink. You can tell it's strong, but it's mixed so well it doesn't bother you.

She glances at the door to the back room, "Uhhhhh… kind of?"

"Kind of?"

"My sister dropped off some cupcakes for a party that's happening here tomorrow, but it's not really food."

You're feeling even tipsier now, "I mean… cupcakes are food. In my opinion."

She looks at you slyly, "Oh… do you want one? I probably shouldn't since they're for the party tomorrow, but…" she leans on the bar, "You're just so cute that I can't say no."

You blush deeply and this time you know it isn't the alcohol, "You really don't have to."

"Come on," she says, winking at you and walking away. She reaches the door to the back room and looks back at you once before slipping inside.

You gulp down the drink and then hop off the stool, having to catch yourself with a hand on the bar as you sway a little. You get a hold on yourself and then, razor focused, walk around the bar to the back room. You aren't sure why you're trying this, but she's so hot and this is such a weird situation.

You slowly turn the door knob and open the door, poking your head in. The back room looks like a small kitchen, complete with an island. And on the island are two large trays of differently decorated cupcakes, covered by plastic lids. The bartender is standing next to it, holding out her arms.

"Ta-da!"

You slip inside and close the door, "Ta-da?"

Her grin falters just a bit, "Cupcakes!"

You walk forward and look over the trays, your mouth starting to water. Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, carrot cake, double fudge, lemon; all with different types of frostings and decorations perfectly placed. The bartender pulls the lid off one of the trays and grabs a vanilla cupcake with pink frosting and a single raspberry placed on top. She peels off the wrapper and holds it out to you, like she's expecting you to eat it from her hand.

"Here, try this one," she can see your slight hesitation and moves it even closer to your lips. You stomach growls as your head swims and a hand twitches to your bloated abdomen. You take a small bite of the cupcake and it immediately melts in your mouth. Perfectly baked and the frosting is smooth and bursting with raspberry flavor.

"That's delicious!" You say, covering your mouth to hide your chewing.

"You barely took a bite," the bartender laughs, still holding it out, "there's jam in the middle, you need to at least get a taste of that."

The alcohol in your system slips you even further into the sloshing haze of drunkenness, so you hold both her hands to keep the cupcake steady as you take another bite. This one is much bigger and you get some frosting on your cheek.

You giggle a little as the bartender swipes their thumb over your cheek, wiping off the frosting. Then she sucks it off her finger, popping the rest of the cupcake in her own mouth. You swing your gaze to the trays of the cupcakes.

"Want another one?" The bartender asks. You think for a moment and it does take a moment, your brain working slowly, but then you nod. She looks excited, running to the other side of the room to grab a wooden chair. She sets it down facing her and gestures to it.

You stumble a little and manage to sit down, the waist of your skirt digging into your belly. Your whole body feels warm and loose and you tell yourself you're ready to do whatever she tells you.

The bartender rolls up the sleeves of their white shirt and meticulously picks another cupcake. This one is chocolate with fudge icing, a Ferrero Rocher on top. She pulls the candy off and holds it out to you. Gently you take it from her fingers with your teeth. You barely swallow it when she's holding the rest of the cupcake to your mouth.

You open it to take a bite and she shoves it in. You make a small squeak, but you start to chew. It's just as good as the last one, if not better. You swallow it all in one and the bartender is already waving a lemon cupcake under your nose. You don't even protest and take a bite, lemon curd bursting over your tongue.

Cupcake after cupcake, the amount that you've eaten becomes a blur, but you can tell that you aren't hungry anymore. Wrappers litter around the bartender's feet and suddenly through your intoxication you realize you're halfway through one of the trays. Your stomach whines in protest, rumbling as it tries to make space as the bartender slides another cupcake past your lips.

Your belly, packed full of alcohol and sugar, strains against your skirt. You suddenly can't get comfortable and it's like you can't take a full breath. You squirm in your seat, gripping the edges of the chair to steady yourself.

"W-wait…" you say through some remnants of cupcake in your mouth.

The bartender stops peeling another cupcake from its wrapper, "Wait? You don't want another one?"

"M-maybe I should stop…" You say.

"Oh?" She leans over so her eyes are looking directly into yours, holding up the cupcake to your lips, "Are you sure?"

You can smell the cream cheese frosting and sigh. What's the harm in another one? You open your mouth and she shoves in it with a little more force than the last time.

"They're good, right?" The bartender says, "You just can't help yourself, can you? I bet you're going to finish this whole tray."

You can't respond with the food in your mouth and as soon as you swallow she has another one ready. She keeps going, feeding you cupcakes steadily now. You can almost feel your belly swelling with each bite, your stomach fighting to find room for all the cake.

Your skirt feels tighter and tighter, cutting into you and eventually making you feel sick. You should stop eating, but she keeps giving them to you and what are you supposed to do? Not eat what she's offering?

There's a loud RIIIIP as your skirt gives up, coming apart at the seams to make way for your swelling gut. You let out a deep breath and your belly pushes out even further. The bartender feeds you the cupcake she's holding and you force it down. She reaches her hand in the busted seam and cups the fat spilling over your panties.

"God, you just can't help yourself…" she holds your neck with one hand and breaths the words in your ear. You feel a shiver of pleasure run through you, "You're so fat. I bet you gained all this in the last year."

You hadn't, you had always been chubby, but something makes you nod. The bartender rubs a hand over your round, swollen gut, giving it small pat. She kisses your neck and then pulls back, grabbing the last cupcake on the tray and taking off the wrapper.

"What do you think?" She says sneakily, "Last one?"

Your stomach rumbles and you notice that- alcohol aside- you feel pinned to the chair. You're so bloated and so, so full of cake that your legs are spread apart. You aren't sure you can force down that last cupcake, but the bartender places it to your lips. You take a gentle lick of the strawberry frosting and the second your mouth is a little open she presses the cupcake into it, sliding her other hand back into your hair and tangling it around their fingers.

It takes incredible effort, but you get the cupcake down.

"Good job," the bartender purrs, "Very good job…" She slips her hand into the busted seam of your skirt again and cups your belly, jiggling it and rubbing it gently. You feel goosebumps break out over your arms as she whispers to you. She kisses along your neck, continuously playing with your stuffed gut. Reaching under your shirt, she rubs along your distended upper belly. You moan and so does your stomach. The cupcakes seem to be fighting for space, your guts churning inside you.

The bartender coos at you, calling you "good girl" and telling you that you've done "such a good job". The feeling of her hands on your belly and her whispered words in your ear lull you into such a sweet feeling of security. Your eyes almost close, a sense of peace coming over you. Yet simultaneously you realize that you are incredibly aroused.

The bartender plays with your belly some more, sticking her fingers in your belly button and trying to shake your rounded gut. It feels so good that you let out another moan, letting your head fall back. You feel the bartender's hand travel further down. They stroke their hand over your thigh and towards the middle of your legs, barely brushing the wet fabric of your panties before pulling back.