Gingerbread House IX (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for imposter_dude.

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“I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out,” Anette said as she chopped up some potatoes on the counter. “Then again, I don’t think you wanted to. You didn’t want to see any flaws on this new life of yours.”

Emma struggled helplessly. In a humiliating process, Anette had rolled her into a kiddy pool she had set up right there on the kitchen floor. And before Emma could even attempt to get up, she found herself being slathered with the oils and spices that Annette poured directly atop her head. Every few minutes Annette would come by with another plate of chopped vegetables or pile of spices, which she would then sprinkle atop her captive. She was seasoning Emma.

Emma‘s efforts to escape were even more hopeless now that she was soaked in oils. Her attempts to get her feet beneath her just left her slipping and sliding, fumbling around in the kiddy tub. After the third time she fell back to have her huge weight crashing against her, knocking the air out of her lungs, Emma groaned and knew she had to give up. She was completely depleted.

So she sat there slumped against the edge of the pool, moaning unhappily as her hands massaged her swollen belly. “You don’t have to do this,” she offered futilely.

“Of course I don’t. But I want to!” Anette said with clear glee.

Anette turned on the oven. Emma couldn’t believe this was the first time she was noticing how massive it was. It was large enough to contain a fully grown human. Probably two or more of them.

“Now just to wait,” Anette said pleasantly. She came by and stuffed an apple into Emma’s mouth.

Emma spat it into her pool, resenting that she was being treated like a stuffed pig.

“Just a snack, dear,” Anette said, amused. “You look famished. Though fruit isn’t really your thing, is it? How about something a little more indulgent?”

Emma gulped. Her belly still sat in her lap, round and tight, bigger than it had ever been before. It was so bloated and full, a small globe against her, squishing against her thighs, pressing at her breasts, bulging wider than her flanks, so heavy that she doubted she would have been able to get up on her own even if she hadn’t been covered in grease.

“I made something special, just for you,” Anette taunted as she continued to bustle about. She pulled a chair up beside where Emma was slumped in the pool. She also got a large folding table which she set there as well.

Anette then went over to the huge refrigerator. She rummaged around a bit, exerting clear effort as she retrieved a large rectangular platter, upon which sat an enormous dessert. It was a cheesecake that made Emma groan just at the sight of it. It had to be eight inches tall, and was so wide Anette could barely balance it. Anette carefully eased it down on the folding table. It was probably more than enough food for two or three dozen people.

Anette got a large spoon from a drawer then sat down in the chair beside Emma. “Just a little something to snack on while the oven is preheating.” Annette lifted up a heaping spoonful of dense cheesecake.

Emma turned her head away but it was hard to resist. She was just too conditioned to eat, to fill herself to bursting. And even though she had just packed her belly full of food just minutes earlier, she was still salivating at the sight of more, her stomach grumbling in desire, even despite that she wasn’t nearly hungry. Emma whimpered helplessly as she finally parted her lips, allowing Anette to push the spoon in. Then Emma just moaned at the sweet, decadent flavor. It was unbelievably heavy as she got it down her throat and it hit her already packed stomach.

“That’s a dear,” Anette said is she fed Emma another mouthful.

And so things proceeded. Spoon after spoon of the cheesecake was delivered to Emma’s lips. She struggled to resist, but it was futile. She was just too addicted, and couldn’t fight it, even as she ate to the point of pain. She was red and sweaty, her belly heaving with her gasping breaths. But she always obediently opened her mouth, desperate for more, desperate to get it all inside her.

She could feel her belly getting tighter, pushing and swelling, at times shuddering as she arched and groaned. It was just so packed, so tight. There was no room left, and yet she filled it more. Emma felt stretched to the point of bursting, skin flushed and straining.

“Just one more bite,” Anette said, though that was a blatant lie. She always said that. There was at least another third of the cake left, and Emma didn’t know what she was going to do. She whimpered, and took in another spoonful.

On the bright side, she was delaying her inevitable demise. On the downside, she was nearly delirious from the pain, pressure, and lethargy. The onslaught of sugar and calories left her dizzy, panting and drooling.

Emma couldn’t believe how big her belly was now, filling her lap, swelling farther and farther out.

“Oh god,” she panted, fidgeting. Her eyes squeezed shut, face sweat pouring.

“That’s it,” said Anette pleasantly as she offered another spoon. “Here we go. One more.”