Smorgasbord of Sweets WIP Preview (Patreon)

WARNING THIS PREVIEW CONTAINS: Female Weight Gain

   The Shapeshifter’s Society building was as mysterious as ever with its velvet carpets and lanterns lining the walls of the labyrinth-like halls. On her first visit, Faye reacted to the hidden passages and secret entrances with child-like wonder. However, it was taking all of her will power not to crumple to the floor in tears from the cloud of depressive thoughts still plaguing her mind.

   Every few steps she had to stop to pull up the oversized, grungy grey sweatpants hanging off her rear, it being one of the only pieces of clothing she owned that didn’t show off the perfect curvature of her butt. A matching, oversized, faded orange shirt covered in miscellaneous food stains had been thrown on to cover up her lack of a bra for her modest chest. She had forgone any attempt to fix her shoulder-length black hair, in favor of letting it obscure the lines of tears across her dark brown cheeks. Considering her state, it was a miracle she had found the energy to get out of bed and respond to her friend’s call.

   Reaching a door at the end of the hallway, she made a weak attempt to fix her hair. Realizing that it wasn’t like she was trying to impress anyone, she let the strands fall against her shoulders and tapped against the door. A short moment later, she was greeted by one of the society’s most mischievous members, Ren.

   In opposition of Faye’s drab look, Ren stood out with a head of short-trimmed, bright pink hair and a beaming smile. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a black tank top with a pink skull emblazoned across her chest. Even though Ren was Faye’s senior, she was a head shorter than her and lacked much in the way of curves. The small woman made up for her size with a tendency for taking things a little too far with the society’s activities. That made Faye all the more suspicious of the invitation she had received to meet her there.

   “Hey there Faye, glad you could make it,” Ren said, stepping aside to let her guest inside.

   Faye just gave a weak nod and shuffled into the room.

   Shaking her head, Ren closed the door behind her. “Damn, haven’t seen someone this shaken by a breakup in a while.”

   “I was such an idiot,” Faye said, letting out a loud sniffle. “He was my first and then he went and found someone else.” She lowered her head and hugged herself. “I was so stupid thinking I was more than just a one night fling.”

   Another pair of arms wrapped around Faye’s torso. “You’re not stupid,” Ren said, resting her chin on Faye’s shoulder. “Men can be complete bastards sometimes. You’re young and in college, I’m sure you’ll find some other guy that’ll treat you right.”

   “It just…hurts so bad,” she replied, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

   Ren gave Faye a small squeeze before releasing her from the embrace. “That’s why I invited you here tonight. I know the perfect way to get your mind off of that piece of shit.” Taking Faye by the hand, she pulled her into the room. Taking a few steps forward, she tilted up Faye’s head to ensure she could see what was waiting for her.

   In the center of the room was a round table covered in a white tablecloth that was large enough for at least 20 people. Despite the intimidating size, only two chairs were placed before the mind boggling spread of food. A collection of sweets was across the table, ranging in quality from a seven-layer wedding cake to a bucket filled to the brim with a variety of candy bars. Scattered among dishes of brownies, cupcakes, and other baked goods, were bowls of sprinkles, syrups, and other mixings ready to be used on any of the dishes. One end of the table was devoted to two dozen extra-large milkshakes, partially hidden by tubs of ice cream. It all made for the picturesque image a hyperactive child would think when they were told of a land of sweets.

   “What is all this?” Faye asked, unable to turn her head away from the feast of desserts.

   “This is what the Society calls the Smorgasbord of Sweets,” Rena answered, proud of both the variety and the expression on Faye’s face.

   “Not that I’m unthankful, but I’m a small eater. I’ll never finish this.”

   “Course you will,” Ren said, pulling out a chair. “With my help of course.”

   “Is this really a good idea?” Faye asked, cautiously taking her seat. “This doesn’t seem like the healthiest coping method.”

   “So what?” Ren asked back, taking her seat at the opposite end of the table. “This is a lot cheaper than therapy and a hell of a lot more enjoyable.”

   “I still don’t-“

   “At least try it. Even with my membership discount, I’m still going to owe Zita a few favors when this is done.”

   “Why are you doing this?”

   “Simple,” Ren said, peeking past the collection of sweets to show Faye her beaming face. “I want to make a friend feel better. So less chatting and more stuffing.”

   Faye was about to protest again, but let out a sigh as she realized how useless it would be to try and argue. Eyes glancing across the table, she pulled over a plate of six elaborately decorated cupcakes. The pastries were so eloquently designed, she considered it almost a crime to so much as touch them. Nevertheless, she picked up a cupcake topped with a red icing rose and took a bite. A sickeningly sweet taste overcame her taste buds, washing away all of her worries. Humming and closing her eyes, she took several more bites to finish off the delicate pastry. She opened her eyes again to gaze at the five cupcakes still left on her plate, taking her time to savor each one as she continued her sweet feast. Pushing herself to swallow the last bite, she licked a single drop of icing off her finger and patted her full belly.

   “That was delicious Ren,” Faye shouted across the table. “Although, I’m pretty full after just one plate.”

   “You’re still on your first?”

   Putting aside her plate, Faye got up from her seat and leaned over to see past the wedding cake. At the other end of the table, she saw Ren was surrounded by five empty plates, with a sixth one being licked clean. Ren added the plate to the rest and sucked her fingers clean, letting a sizable pot belly hang out from underneath her top.

   “How were you able to eat so much?” Faye asked, having trouble believing someone smaller than her could have such a large appetite.

   “Shapeshifting powers, duh,” Ren replied, reaching for a plate of brownies. “Whenever I eat something, I turn it straight into fat.” Shoving a brownie down her throat, she stood up and slapped her hand against her bare mid-riff. “The more I eat, the more I grow out so I can keep on eating delicious food. Makes sense?”

   “Y-yes, but why would you ever want to do that?”

   “So I can eat as much as I want,” Ren muffled through a mouthful of brownie. “When it’s all over, I can just use my powers again to shrink back to normal.” Grasping a milkshake, she chugged it down in a matter of seconds to have her gut sink ever deeper between her legs. “Better get started on your end. This feast may be for you, but that won’t stop me from eating like a starving pig.”

   Faye sat down in her seat just as Ren set her sights on a jar of chocolate chip cookies. Leaning back in her chair, Faye’s eyes spotted a chocolate cake with strawberries and sprinkles that looked absolutely delicious. She smacked her lips, yearning to see what it tasted like. Closing her eyes, she attempted to tap into her powers. The fullness that had been plaguing her stomach faded away as her waistline was covered in a thin layer of flab. Pinching the extra fat made her grimace, but that was alleviated as she pulled the cake closer to her and dug in with her fork.

   Again, her tongue was delighted by the sweet taste enough to make her finish a slice in no time flat. Pausing between slices, she used her powers again to pad out her waistline to make room for the rest. She continued the process multiple times, not once growing tired of the flavor. Enamored by the rich, chocolatey taste, she failed to notice that she had devoured the entire cake until she was left with an empty plate and her belly hanging between her legs.

   Licking the leftover frosting on her fork, Faye’s eyes drifted towards her gut. Putting down her fork, she strained with her overstuffed belly to peek at Ren again. The once tiny woman was still many empty plates ahead of her, with no signs of slowing. Unlike Faye, her weight gain was spread throughout her body, giving her a pair of D-cup breasts that looked about ready to burst out of her top at any moment and an ass that was hanging off the edges of her seat.

   Leaning back down in her chair, Faye pressed her hand against her swollen gut and closed her eyes. The lump between her thighs shrunk slightly as the fat was distributed through the rest of her body. She felt her loose shirt tighten around her chest as her breast went up two cup sizes. Her expanded bust was quickly overshadowed by her butt taking up the loose space of her sweatpants. It appeared that Faye’s powers were still not completely under her control, evidenced by how her body necessitated growing the one part of her body she was most self-conscious about. Shuffling in her seat, trying not to dwell on her rounder posterior, she focused on deciding what to eat next.