Chapter 3: Rising Action
Max followed Jack as subtly as he could, wondering if the wide wild man noticed Max. Jack either didn't notice or didn't care, as he walked, big belly bouncing, as he walked swiftly towards the Culinary arts building.
Max followed from a distance, trying to keep his eyes on Jack while also taking in the quaint town around him. The streets were lined with charming houses, their porches adorned with pumpkins and fall decorations. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of cooking, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses from the local tavern.
As they approached the Culinary arts building, Max noticed that it was an old, grand building, its stone facade covered in ivy.
The windows were large and arched, and the door was made of heavy wood, with an ornate iron handle. Jack pushed the door open, max could see inside. Max was struck by the sheer size of the place. The entryway was vast, with a high ceiling and a sweeping staircase leading up to the second floor. The walls were adorned with an assortment of taxidermy, much like the ones in their new home, but these were of a much larger and more impressive variety.
Even the taxidermied male animals were grotesquely plump, their stuffed forms a testament to the excesses of their former lives. The skin stretched taut over their round, bloated bodies, a stark contrast to the lean, muscular forms they once possessed. The legs, sturdy and strong, housed rolls that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
Even a small Stuffed toad was packed to the brim, it's legs rendered useless by the sheer bulk of it's bloated body. A small batrachian balloon, placed among the many other hunting trophies around the great hall.
In the heart of the expansive hall, the grand centerpiece held court with an air of macabre majesty. A Grizzly bear, its once-proud form now reduced to a grotesque parody of its former self, stood sentinel in the dead center. Stuffed to nearly spherical proportions, the bear's fur, a rich, glossy brown, was kept perfectly clean. Its glassy eyes, forever fixed in a silent, eternal snarl, seemed to follow the movement of every guest who dared to enter the room. The bear's jaws, open wide as if in anticipation of its next meal, were filled with a row of gleaming, yellowed teeth, a chilling reminder of the creature's violent past, an amusing contrast to the over bloated creature it was attached to. Yet, there was something almost majestic about it, a testament to the sheer size and power of the creature.
Max followed Jack into the building, his eyes scanning the walls as he did so. He noticed that the taxidermy was not just confined to the entryway. It seemed to be a theme that ran throughout the entire building.
Everywhere Max looked, he saw taxidermy of large, fat, hairy animals. The walls were adorned with an assortment of stuffed animals, from bears and moose to deer and elk. Each one was bloated and swollen, their skin stretched tight over round, massive bodies. It was a strange and unsettling sight, one that Max couldn't quite shake from his mind.
"You are late, Jack." A feminine voice called out to the half sasquatch man whom ax had followed.
Max's eyes widened as he saw the woman. She was tall and imposing, her stern face framed by a cascade of dark hair. She wore fancy lingere, one that emphasized her incredibly large bust, and her eyes were sharp and piercing, like those of a hawk. She was a striking figure, one that commanded attention and respect.
Jack's face broke into a wide grin as he saw her. "Ronda, you're looking as lovely as ever," he said, his voice booming through the grand entryway. "I was just on my way to see you."
Ronda's expression softened slightly at the sight of Jack, but her voice remained stern. "I'm glad to see you, Jack." She said, wondering over to him, and running her hand over his belly.
"You've been indulging again, haven't you?" she asked, her voice filled with desire. Jack chuckled, his belly jiggling with the movement. "over indulging, actually," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Hmmm... Good." Ronda said, teasing him.
"You know I love a man with a little... extra padding." She ran her hands over his belly, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her nails digging into his flesh. Jack groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into her touch.
Max watched from a distance, his eyes wide with shock and fascination. He had never seen anything like this before, never seen a woman so openly lustful, so unashamed of her desires. He felt a stirring in his own loins, a primal response to the scene unfolding before him.
"Jack wrapped his arm around Ronda's waist. She shot him a sly smile.
"Tell you what. I'm going to get you naked, Jack, with you touching your clothes." Ronda said.
"and how do you intend on doing that?" Jack asked, sassily. Ronda chuckled knowingly.
"I'm gonna give you so much food, you burst out. and once you are nude, then we'll have some fun."
She said, her voice dripping with lust and anticipation. Jack's eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"Well, I do love a good challenge." He said, his voice low and husky. "But you know I'm not one to back down from a challenge."
Ronda's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I know, Jack. That's why I love you so much." She said, her voice softening. "Now, come on. Let's get you to the kitchen. I've got just the thing to make you... explode."
Max watched as Ronda led Jack away, his eyes locked onto the sway of her hips, the way her breasts bounced with each step.
She lead jack to the kitchen where a smorgasbord of sweets were laid out.
She had prepared a feast of chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and cakes, all of which were piled high on a large platter. Jack's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mouth watering at the thought of all the delicious treats.
"Holy shit, Ronda," Jack said, his voice filled with awe. "You've outdone yourself this time."
Ronda chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I aim to please, Jack. Now, come on. Let's get you started."
She grabbed a handful of cookies and shoved them into Jack's mouth, her fingers brushing against his lips. Jack moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he chewed and swallowed.
He reached out, grabbing a handful of brownies and shoving them into his mouth. Ronda watched, her eyes locked onto his face, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"Fuck, Ronda," Jack groaned, his voice muffled by the food in his mouth. "You're gonna make me explode."
Ronda chuckled, her eyes gleaming with lust. "That's the idea, Jack. Let's get you to the table."
She led him to a large wooden table in the center of the kitchen, the surface covered in a layer of flour. Jack sat down, his belly bouncing with the movement.
Ronda stood in front of him, her eyes locked onto his face. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lips. Jack's eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping his throat.
"Open up, Jack," Ronda purred, her voice low and husky. "Let me taste you."
Jack obeyed, his mouth opening wide. Ronda leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the inside of his mouth. She tasted the sweetness of the chocolate and the saltiness of the cookies, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth. Jack moaned, his hands reaching up to grab her hips, pulling her closer.
Ronda's breath hitched as she felt his hard cock pressing against her through his pants. She ground against him, her pussy already wet with desire. "Fuck, Jack," she groaned, her voice ragged. "I need you inside me."
Jack growled, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. "You want my cock, Ronda?" he asked, his voice a low, husky growl. "You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"
Ronda nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes," she hissed. "I want you to fuck me like the bloated beast you are."
Jack chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound.
"Fuck me, my beer bellied bigfoot. Fuck me as you grow bigger and bigger. I want to fuck a balloon! A blimp! a massive blobby bigfoot beast!" Ronda purred.
"I want to feel your massive, bloated belly slapping against me as you pound into me, Jack. I want to be smothered by your fat, hairy body."
Jack groaned, his cock throbbing at her words. He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. Ronda stepped back, her eyes locked onto his as he began to undress.
"No, no. I'm gonna burst you out of your clothes. Keep eating, and pop some buttons, big boy!" Ronda squealed with joy. Grabbing a handfull of brownies and cramming them into Jack's mouth. He chewed obediently, as his belly mad a groaning noise.
"I've put the weight gain agent in the brownies, Sasquatch. You're gonna start growing here in a second." Ronda chuckled, moving close to Jack to watch him closely.
"You're gonna be a fucking sight to see, Jack. A big, hairy, bloated beast. I can't wait to see you like that." She ran her hands over his belly, feeling it start to expand slightly. "Fuck, you're already growing, Jack. You're gonna be so big and fat and fucking delicious."
Jack groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt the weight gain agent start to take effect. His belly began to swell, the skin stretching tight over the growing mass. He could feel his cock throbbing, his body aching with desire as he became more and more aroused.
Ronda watched, her eyes locked onto his body as it began to change.
Jack's belly swelled, growing larger and rounder by the second. The buttons on his shirt popped off one by one, flying across the room as his torso expanded. His pants strained against the growing bulk of his thighs and ass, the seams groaning in protest.
"Fuck, Jack," Ronda groaned, her voice ragged with desire. "You're getting so big and fat. I can't wait to fuck you."
Jack moaned, his hands moving to his belt, struggling to undo it as his fingers grew thicker and clumsier. Ronda stepped forward, her hands pushing his away.
"No, no, big boy, give it a moment." Ronda purred, seeing her blimping hairy paramore grow and grow, as she had always wanted.
She reached out, her hands stroking his belly, feeling the soft, warm flesh beneath her fingertips. She could feel the weight of his body, the solidity of his muscles, even as they were being replaced by fat. She loved it. She loved every inch of him, every ounce of him. She loved the way his belly was growing, the way his cock was throbbing, the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're so fucking big, Jack," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "So fucking big and fat and delicious.
I can't wait to feel you inside me, Jack. I want to feel your massive, hairy body on top of me, smothering me, fucking me." Ronda's voice was a low, sultry purr, her eyes locked onto Jack's growing form.
Jack's pants finally gave way, the fabric ripping with a loud tear as his belly expanded too much for them to contain. He stepped out of the ruined garment, his massive, hairy legs wobbling slightly as he tried to maintain his balance.
"Mmmm... yummy." Ronda said, moving toward her growing lover.
"Let's get you comfortable, big boy."
She helped Jack onto the table, his massive body barely fitting on the surface. His belly hung over the edge, swaying gently with each breath he took. Ronda's eyes gleamed with lust as she took in the sight of him, her pussy throbbing with desire.
"Now, where were we?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
"You were about to fuck me," Jack said, his voice a low growl.
His eyes were locked onto Ronda's, his pupils dilated with desire. His massive, hairy body was sprawled out on the table, his belly hanging over the edge, swaying gently with each breath he took. His cock was rock hard, tenting the front of his boxers, the fabric straining against the thick length of him.
Ronda chuckled, a low, sultry sound. "I was, wasn't I?" she said, her voice teasing. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his belly, feeling the soft, warm flesh beneath her fingertips. She could feel the weight of him, the solidity of his muscles, even as they were being replaced by fat.