* After five weeks of feasting * A renewed commitment * I am fed

* A fateful trip to the door * The coming of the sun * A glorious reunion

This was the most disheartening news I could have imagined, and after stroking my loved one's cold hand and forehead and kissing him on his sleeping lips, I went back to the table and ate until long after sundown, determined that my love should not die by my inadequacy of appetite. Late that night, after having stuffed my stomach until it threatened to burst, I made my way down the stairs to the confounding door. My flesh rippled and rolled with each step I took, transforming the simple act of walking into a symphony of ripe motion and corporeal delights. Accompanied by Lily and Rose, I stood in that doorway that so thwarted my desires for freedom, and took inventory of my situation.

The past five weeks had seen me gorging myself with every waking moment, effecting my transformation from a plump young maiden into an obese woman of twenty-one stone. Already I had become the fattest woman I had ever encountered, yet still I was not large enough to engage the mechanism. My stomach was certainly of the right proportions, filling the door-plate it was meant to contact and overflowing its boundaries in a cascade of soft and fluid flesh. Were there devices meant to be manipulated by my bosoms, they too would have been engaged, as my breasts had enlarged to such a size as should have been sufficient to feed a shire's worth of babies. My thighs had grown so stout that it had become necessary for my two maidens to oil the skin of my legs that I might slide them past one another simply to walk from bed to table and back again. My derriere had become so thickly cushioned that the legs of my chair had to be shortened several inches below the table to compensate for the height at which I now sat.

My hips, too had grown so wide that they extended beyond the edges of my chair on either side a distance equal to the width of the seat. Walking through the rooms of the upper levels of the castle, I often found it necessary to sidle across the thresholds as my width was greater than the doorway's.

But such was not the case with this doorway! As I stood in the small room, my bulk practically filling its confines, my naked breasts and stomach flattened against the cold surface of the stone door, I discovered that my enormous hips were not yet enormous enough to contact both latches simultaneously. My dismay was evident in the slump of my round shoulders, and soon I found myself in the warm embraces of my two plump companions. There sincerity was without doubt as they attempted to comfort me, renewing their avowed intent to assist me in becoming as fat as was necessary that I might secure the freedom I so desired and Cambel so required.

"We shall begin with first light," Lily said, "to feed you and help you to eat as no one has ever eaten before! But, now, we must rest and dream of great mountains of fine comestibles, so that we shall all awaken with a hunger enough for fifty men." They escorted me back up the stairs, then crawled into the bed with me, their plump bellies pressed tight against the rolls and folds of flesh which covered what had once been my waist. My dreams were of food that night, as the girls had suggested, but they were also of the girls themselves. I dreamt that they were my daughters, though they were not so much younger than I, and that they were never weaned, but simply content to suckle at my ample breasts for their every meal. I awoke briefly to see the moon glowing softly through the window, illuminating the hilly landscape of my own bulging body and revealing the round arms of my two bedmates stretching across my girth. Moving as gently as was possible, I lifted my heavy breast and placed its sensitive teat directly in front of Lily's sleeping face. She did not stir, but her warm breath breezed over my tender nipple, hardening it immediately and sending a deep shiver up my spine. I then took Rose's limp hand and slid it down the great incline of my inflated abdomen until it rested in the tangle of stiff hair which served to protect my womanly parts. My hips began to slowly gyrate and thrust, but Rose did not remove her warm hand; Lily stirred a tiny bit, her hand sleepily crawling its way up my breast, while her open mouth sought some remembered sustenance in the softness of my bosom.

I must have fallen asleep in that position, for I remembered nothing else until I awoke the next morning to two young and beautiful faces bending over me and gently shaking my well-padded shoulder. "Come," they said, "for there is much to eat and time grows ever shorter." They helped me up from my reclining position, and, with our hands joined, we walked over to the table. My chair, which had seemed so ample when first I began to fatten myself , but which had, of late, became too confining, had been replaced by a divan. It's wide seat, designed for two bottoms, was more fitting to my greatly expanded hips, and sitting down was less of a bother than it had been for some time. As I sat, I lifted the great apron of my belly and lowered it onto the flat of my thighs, then picked up my fork and began my gorging.

We began that day with Roesti, the great potato pancakes from the Swiss cantons, fried with generous slices of spicy Appenzeller cheese and dunked in strong coffee. There were sausages, too and a milk soup which we ate and drank until there was not even a crumb or drop remaining. We then ate pastries and bons-bon until our fingers were black and sticky with chocolate and the sun was high in the sky. Our next culinary stop was Poland where we ate gallons of Kapusniak, a peasant pork stew, served with boiled potatoes, loaves of thick black bread and great bowls of sweet butter; we finished that heavy meal with dozens of chrusciki, fried egg pastries in the shape of ribbon bows, dusted with powdery sugar and slathered with sweet marmalades. It was nearly dark by the time our stomachs had recovered enough to admit any more of the fabulous food, and when the evening meal was served, our palates were delighted by a journey to Bohemia. We feasted on a black pudding soup, redolent with onion and garlic, then finished an entire leg of boar in a sweet briar sauce, accompanied by tureens of bacon dumplings over sauerkraut. My vision had grown blurry and I felt light-headed when at last we leaned back from our bacchanalia. Still, we were not finished, for we soon found ourselves immersed in the wondrous pastries of Vienna, forcing our aching stomachs to accept more and more as we ate with relentless fury and passion.

When, after sixteen hours of such eating, I felt that I could consume no more for fear of bursting, and when my arms, so exhausted from their ceaseless journeys from plate to lips, refused to leave my sides, the two girls took turns in massaging the enormous mound of my monstrous belly and in feeding me ever more morsels of the buttery confections. And when, late that night, my jaws were too tired even to chew, they brought me a tube and encouraged me to suck the cold milk from the glass, assuring me that it would fill all the spaces between the solid food which so packed my gut.

My entire body was weary and I could not hoist myself out of the divan where I had resided since the morning, let alone even dream of waddling down the stairs to try my luck at the door. Instead, I fell asleep where I sat, dreaming of nothing and awakening to the smells of another wonderful breakfast, then another lunch and another dinner. That night, however, I forced myself to trek down the stone staircase and to face the door which so opposed me. I had grown fatter since last I had been here, but how much fatter had not been obvious until I stood with my stomach and my hands and one hip in their proper places, and took notice of the mere two inches or so which separated my flesh from the path to mine and Cambel's deliverance.

The next morning found me back at my feasting, as did the next and the next and the next; each night found me standing in the doorway, the results of my relentless gorging revealed in the amplitude of my growing bulk. On the night before the equinox, we finished our last morsel of food well after the midnight and I leaned back in my seat, with my hands caressing the vast expanse of my bloated stomach, distended beyond imagination with the contents of a feast that should have been enough to sate a dozen men. My two young friends, similarly immobilised by our decadent gormandising, informed me that, while they had each consumed enough during our weeks of gluttony to swell their once-slender bodies to weights in excess of thirteen stone, my weight, they were certain, should now have surpassed twenty-five stone. With considerable effort on my part and on the parts of two footmen, I rose from the comfort of the divan, it's springs groaning with relief as I took to my feet. After walking over to Cambel's bed, I leaned over his frail and wasted form and planted a kiss on his cold forehead. "I have grown fat for you, my heart," I said to his unconscious form, "and as I have grown, so has my love for you. My flesh, which once I thought a prison, has now become the instrument of our liberty. I go now to gain for us that freedom.

I strode determinedly for the door, my yards of flesh undulating and rippling with every step, the great paunch of my stomach swinging slowly from side to side, my thighs quivering with each pounding step, my ponderous bosoms echoing the rhythms of my gait, the swollen globes of my derriere rolling and heaving in counterpoint. There was a great commotion in the kitchens as I made that fateful journey across the room, and when I passed by the kitchen door, it was to see that the entire staff were assembling in a receiving line, as they could tell that this was to be a momentous occasion. Each retainer, in their turn, wished me good fortune before bowing, stroking some portion of my obese form, and placing a small confection on my waiting tongue. Their hands began to excite me, causing my mind to recall that night of embraces I had shared with my one true love, so that by the time I reached the stairway, my senses were all in an uproar of carnal desires.

The awareness I carried of all the separately quivering parts of my voluptuous body increased with each step I took closer to my goal. The staff fell in behind me, so that I was the leader of a procession in which all eyes were focused on my enormous figure. There was murmuring and excited whisperings among the crowd, which faded to a sudden hush as I approached the doorway and stepped into the small chamber. My hips had become so enlarged since even the previous day, that they engaged their twin mechanisms long before the inflated bulge of my great belly had a chance to cause its latch to open. With great trepidation, I placed my hands on the two levers, gave a thought to my poor Cambel, and turned both handles. Then, there was a gentle "click", and nothing more.

My heart stopped for a moment, my mind flooded with fears and remonstrations and the horrible worry that perhaps I had followed the wrong course for all this time, and in my failing to consider any other alternatives, I had caused my love to take leave of his life. Had I become this bloated sybarite for naught? It could not be!

And then, as if in answer to my question, the door began to move . Slowly, there became visible a narrow crack of light along the featureless seam. Then that crack widened and grew, until we could all see the torches burning in the hallway beyond the door. Still it opened wider and wider, folding back upon itself and barring my passage no longer. A great cheer went up behind us, and then I began to step across the threshold, but halted myself before I could cross. "Cambel," I said. "My love and I must cross this threshold together!" There were shouts of agreement and encouragement and I began to make my slow and ponderous way back through the assembly and up the stairs, pausing at the top for several moments to relieve my shortness of breath. Then I went over to the sickbed where the Count lay a-dying, and gathered him up in my arms, amazed at how insubstantial he had become in his long illness.

Wrapping him in bedclothes, I turned around again and retraced my steps, making my way once more through the Spring Room as the sky began slowly to show signs of the coming light. As I passed by the place where the cocoons were hanging from the oak tree branches, I could see cracks in most of the casings, and motion within their confines, knowing that soon, they too would know freedom. Down the steps I went, my lover's weight inconsequential to my progress. I did not hesitate for a moment at the door which for so long now had been an impenetrable barrier to my happiness, and stepped over the threshold with no ceremony. Down the great staircase I went, clutching Cambel against all my softness, enfolding him in all my flesh. Tears of joy rolled down my round cheeks as we came to the castle's great front doors, and the doorman gleefully opened them wide while I stepped outside into the impending dawn.

I carried him over the lawn, heedless of the chill in the air, until we came to a place where there would be no obstruction to our view of the sun's breaking the horizon. Sitting on the cold ground, with my unconscious lover pressed tightly against my abundant bosom, we faced east and waited. The world slowly became brighter as colours appeared in the sky. There was a flash of green on the cloudless horizon, and I was not certain if it was my imagination, but it seemed that Cambel's skin began to warm slightly and his breath seemed to come stronger. Soon, the edge of the sun appeared in our view, growing fuller and fatter as it rose higher in the sky, its roundness reminding me of the great engorged globe of my own stomach. When at last the brilliant fire of the morning was full in the heavens, Cambel gave an unmistakable shudder, and his beautiful dark eyes opened for the first time in weeks. My heart, at that instant, was fuller than my belly could ever be, and I kissed his warm forehead, as his unused voice croaked out, "My one true love: you have saved me!"

With each degree the sun rode higher in the sky, the Count grew ever stronger, until finally he was able to stand and bathe his entire naked body in the sun's life-giving splendour. He turned around to gaze on me, then, helping me to raise my mountainous bulk off the ground and stared at me with obvious appreciation, his thick manhood standing as erect as he now was. "I had so many dreams," he said, "but in none of them were you as magnificent as you are now! I have never beheld such beauty and perfection, nor have I ever dared to hope that I should be allowed to bask in the presence of one who is the essence of femininity."

He took me in his arms then, his strength entirely recovered, and I felt the heat of his member as if it were a firebrand marking my fat stomach forever with evidence that I was his possession. His hands sank into my softness, and his lips sought mine. Wordlessly, we began to kiss and caress each other, learning each other's bodies anew with our hands and mouths, drinking in each other's beauty with all of our senses.

Soon, we lay down on the soft carpet of last season's grass, happily making the entire world into our bed, rolling about in passionate embrace. When I was lying on my back, he climbed on top of me, then began to suckle at my breasts as if he were a babe. Waves of pleasure roared through me and I wished nothing more than to feed him of myself at that very moment. Then, the head of his hard shaft began its gentle knocking upon the doors of my womanhood, and I spread my thick thighs apart as far as I was able, his attempts at entry becoming stronger and more insistent, even as I became more yielding. Finally, his member was like a battering ram against my open door, each thrust reverberating deep within me, causing me to gasp for breath. My mind was lost and I became a creature of pure sensation, adrift in the currents of nameless ecstasies, conscious of nothing but the thrusting of my lover deep within me, and the warmth of his body, floating on my ocean of flesh. I was aware of every inch of my enormous bulk, and the myriad simultaneous sensations threatened to overwhelm my consciousness and send me into the throes of bestial madness. Indeed, I nearly lost my last scrap of control when, after much thrusting and coupling, his manhood exploded within me, showering my insides with warmth and filling my womb with gallons of his seed. Moaning and groaning, my flesh shook and rippled as does the ocean in the most violent storm, and through it all, my dear lover clung to my bulging body, riding me out like a dory in a tempest.

When finally, I was once again calm, we clung together and embraced each other with the force of ages worth of missed caresses. Where his milky seed dripped out of me, the grass became alive with a carpet of fragrant flowers and abundant growth. After hours of laying about on the lush grass, soaking up the sun's warmth and strength, he helped me to rise from the soft ground and we strode back into the castle Scudamore to prepare for our departure.

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