Chapter 2: Building Tension
Aletha was led to a secluded meadow by the fattening elves where
she would be fattened up before the fertility ritual. The meadow was lush and green, filled with fragrant flowers that released their scent into the air around them. There was an ancient stone altar standing at the center of the clearing, surrounded by twisted vines and fragrant orchids as if conjured straight from faerie mythology itself.
As Aletha entered the meadow, she could feel the weight of history pressing down upon her shoulders, making her heart race with apprehension.
Every fiber of her being screamed out against what lay ahead, begging her to turn back before it was too late. But there was no escaping fate – not here, not now. Instead, she found herself drawn ever closer to the ancient stone altar at the center of the clearing, its shadowy depths seeming to peer right through her very soul.
Surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature all around her, Aletha knelt before the altar and awaited whatever might come next.
Her heart raced with nervous energy as the High Priestess approached, carrying with her a golden goblet filled with a strange potion that gleamed like liquid gold beneath the pale light of the moon.
"Drink deeply, Aletha," instructed the High Priestess as she offered the goblet to the trembling girl. "For within lies the key to your future." Without hesitation, Aletha accepted the offering and drained its contents in one swift motion.
Immediately, her senses were flooded with an intense rush of euphoria – a warmth spreading throughout her entire body as if she'd been wrapped in a thousand layers of softest silk. And suddenly, she knew exactly what must come next. Smiling softly despite the tears streaming down her cheeks, Aletha allowed herself to be led away towards her fate.
The fattening elves were waiting for her, their faces alight with eager anticipation.
Each one took hold of Aletha's hand, leading her deeper into the meadow where they would spend countless hours together tending to her needs. It wasn't long before she found herself sprawled across a large bed made entirely of lush greenery, soft pillows propping her head above its surface. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling instantly at ease amongst these kind strangers.
It wasn't long before they began their work, each one taking turns to rub fragrant oils onto her skin, smooth creams over every inch of her body, and massage away any lingering traces of anxiety. Their touch was gentle yet firm, their voices low and soothing as they chatted amongst themselves about the tasks at hand.
Before long, Aletha found herself falling into a dreamlike state – one where reality melded effortlessly with fantasy, creating an experience far beyond anything she could have imagined.
They started to feed her
rich foods and drinks laced with magical properties designed to help her eat more.
Aletha couldn't resist - everything tasted divine! Soon, she found herself stuffing her mouth with fatty meats, decadent desserts, and exotic fruits, all washed down with wine that left her lightheaded yet ravenous for more.
Underneath their watchful gaze, Aletha ate until she could barely walk, her belly swollen tight as a drum. The fattening elves watched closely, ensuring that their efforts paid off correctly.
They giggled amongst themselves, enjoying seeing Aletha enjoy such delicious treats after weeks of deprivation. One even went so far as to pinch her flesh playfully, causing Aletha to giggle in return despite her embarrassment.
As the months went on they continued to feed her
, watching her belly grow larger with each passing week. Her once slim frame transformed into something curvaceous and full, her skin glowing with health as she blossomed under their care.
Her belly wasn't the only thing that grew.
Aletha's breasts expanded rapidly, rising high and proud against her chest like twin mountains carved from marble. Her hips widened greatly, accentuating the curves that now dominated her frame. Each day she looked fatter.
Every morning, Aletha glanced at her reflection in the mirror and gasped in amazement at how much larger she had grown overnight. No longer recognizable as the same thin girl who had first arrived, Aletha revelled in her newfound curves, savoring every moment spent beneath the watchful eye of the fattening elves.
But as the days wore on, so too did her spirit begin to flag. The constant eating had taken its toll on her once-spirited nature, sapping away at her willpower until all that remained was a shell of her former self.
Aletha had grown used to the routine now, no longer protesting when the fattening elves brought forth yet another tempting treat for her consumption. In fact, she often found herself craving more, unable to resist the siren song of gluttony that had taken hold within her.
Despite this, there were still moments when Aletha allowed herself to wonder what might happen should she manage to escape this fate. What kind of life would await her outside the confines of the meadow? Would anyone even recognize her anymore, let alone welcome her back into their midst?