The Beginning of The End-- Part 3
"Now," He said as he paced lightly in front of the boys, "I must educate you in the ways of Kernar magic."
The boys glanced at each other, anxious to begin.
"As with all forms of magic, it requires physical energy in order to use. However, i have some cheats for us." From his pocket, he pulls out two chains nearly identical to his own, and two very small rubies dangled from the chains in their own gold cages. These were much smaller than the one which the boys' father possessed. "Rubies are a source of power for us, boys. Early in our existence, it was discovered that they enhance our magical abilities when worn with gold. The larger the stone, the more energy it will give you. We will start small. Here." He handed the boys their necklaces, and they tried their best not to show their eagerness.
"How does it work, Father?" Feindar asked, admiring his red jewel.
"Well, let me show and tell, now shall i?" Feindar's Father replied. "In order to summon your magic, boys, it will be difficult
Senior Year 4Tom and Gretel were becoming fast friends, spending most of their time at school together. They were, after all, partners and seatmates in nearly every subject, and lunch buddies as well. Though Gretel wasn't at Tom's place every single day (although she'd love for it to be, given the amount of food she got from Mrs. Downing!), they did hang around a lot after class visiting the mall, going out for a snack (usually Gretel's idea) or just chilling.Senior Year 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They didn't see each other at all during the first weekend, which disappointed Tom a little. But he did get to chat with her online on Saturday night via webcam.
At first all Tom could see was Gretel's beautiful, heart-shaped face, framed by her somewhat fly-away blonde hair, and that cute little mole under her eye. He could also see her exposed, faire shoulders. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap top or something, he guessed, as he could see the string-like straps digging into her flesh. But below that, he couldn't see. Not that he cared, jus
Senior Year 11And keep the cake coming Tom did. That is, until Gretel made a request.Senior Year 114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You know what would be reallyyyy good with this cake? Some ice cream to complement it! Oh, and some chocolate milk to wash it down" she said sweetly as she licked her lips after swallowing the last forkful Tom fed her.
She giggled up at him, one of her chubby arms still folded behind her head as her double chin appeared with her smile while her other arm grabbed the hem of her way-too-short top. She gave it a tug down, which caused it to tighten even further against her humongous chest which bulged up against Tom, only to have it ride up once more and expose her very plump, very well-fed belly.
Tom just couldn't say no to that. Gretel tonight was the sexiest she had ever been, and he didn't just think that because she had kissed him and he had gotten to grab her butt. She was at her fullest figure, and looked even fuller from being so well-fed throughout the day. He wanted to fill her up even more.
Senior Year 9The weeks flew by and Tom spent as much as he could of the last few months of his high school life with Gretel, who seemed to at least be enjoying as much as himself. Seeing that their time together was limited (they were going to separate universities for college), Tom seemed even more generous when it came to going out with Gretel. More often did he insist on treating her to another bowl of ice cream, another piece of cake, or that extra burger if she was still hungry.Senior Year 94 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And Gretel always had room for more. It seemed like her appetite had increased even more over the past few months, growing proportionally along with Tom's generosity. And growing along with it was, of course, her ever-expanding, voluptuous figure. Indeed, the last few months of school between her birthday in March and their graduation in June had been very, very good to Gretel.
As their graduation approached so did their graduation ball. Gretel needed to have a dress made, and who better to have one made than Mrs. Down
Senior Year 7It was the second time Tom had slept over at Gretel's place, in Gretel's room, on Gretel's bed, with Gretel herself next to him. And he was still amazed he made it through the night intact, or without soaking the bed in anxious perspiration.Senior Year 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next day, Tom was woken up by his phone's vibrating alarm. No time to be pleasantly tickled awake by the sun streaming in through the window this timethere was school today.
He opened his eyes and sat upright before remembering what he had awoken to the LAST time he slept over. He turned rapidly to his side, looking down at the beautiful blonde sleeping angelically next to him. He smiled to himself. Gretel always looked so peaceful when asleep, her soft lips curled into a slight smile. She would smack her lips now and then, mumbling something like " yes, I'll have another please " Even in her dreams she was all about food! Silly girl.
He was relieved (though somewhat disappointed, he admitted) to find that both her mammoth breas
Senior Year 6The cool wind of the holidays was approaching. Tom was thankful that he lived in a warm part of the country, which meant the months of November and December were still warm enough to allow tight tees and tank tops, which were Gretel's garments of choice even during these cooler times. She did overlay them with a cardigan or light jacket every now and then, on the extra windy days.Senior Year 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gretel's appetite had, if anything, grown even more as the holidays approached. Tom's shy coaxing and effort to buy her extra treats or that extra upsize upgrade whenever they were together was certainly contributing to that.
She definitely didn't seem to mind though. Tom speculated he provided a pleasant refresher from Sarah, Gretel's friend and guardian back at home who was sometime critical about her eating habits and weight. He was even starting to get the impression she actually LIKED him plumping her up on purpose. She certainly didn't shy on dropping hints when she wanted MORE. A typical day at the mal
Senior Year 10Gretel was forced to miss her last gym class of the year though, the coach having dismissed her on account of her uniform being "too much of a distraction". Gretel was a bit disappointed, but shrugged it off and bounced her way to the school cafeteria, where she spent her time eating even more while waiting for Tom. Once he was done with gym class, the boy arrived at the cafeteria to find the only student therea beautiful, very busty, very buxom blonde seated on her own at one of the tables surrounded by a few empty plates and pastry wrappers.Senior Year 104 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Coach was so mean" pouted Gretel when Tom arrived. She was just wolfing down her very last cupcake, bits of it flying out of her mouth as she spoke. "He wouldn't let me exercise! My uniform hasn't gotten THAT tight, has it?" she went innocently as she gave her gym top's torn neckline a tug upwards, since so much boobage was spilling out. Her top rode up and showed even more of her now even fuller tummy.
"N-no, not at all Gretel! You're rig
Senior Year 14"Can you believe it just snapped like that?" Gretel said as Tom tied together her newly-repaired bikini top, thanks to his own resourcefulness. He had cut bits from her other bikini top's strap and used it tie together her now broken favourite apple green one. It was crude, but at least Gretel got to keep her fave bikini!Senior Year 144 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, you HAVE grown quite a bit since you used this last, Gretel" he answered with a smile, tightening the knot of her improvised bikini strap. The poor straps and cups were as tight as ever, with Gretel's giant boobs pouring out of them. The two of them were going out that night, to check out the night life of the resort compound. "You're not just wearing your bikini out, are you? It's uhh cold" he offered. Although lots of vacationers visited the local bars and restaurants only in their swimwear (it was a beach, after all), Tom suspected Gretel would be violating quite a few dress codes with the amount of flesh pouring out of hers.
"Of course not, silly! I br
SmileThe smile.Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tugging at the corners of your little mouth.
This feeling of joy that you have to let out.
Whoever you are,
never too tall
nor too small.
Wear a smile.
One size fits all.
Senior Year 8Today was a day Tom had marked on his calendar: March 13, Gretel's birthday!Senior Year 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a Saturday, and Tom was at Gretel's house bright and early. Gretel had spent last night celebrating the eve of her 18th birthday partying with some girlfriends, and was still sleeping like a log in her room upstairs. Tom, meanwhile, was in the kitchen preparing.
"It's really sweet that you'd make Gretel breakfast in bed for her birthday Tom" smiled Sarah, watching Tom ready the bacon. "But did you REALLY have to make so much?" she went with a worried expression, as Tom dumped a massive pile of bacon onto a large plate.
"Sure! Gretel's got a healthy appetite and you only turn 18 once" he smiled brightly, as he placed the plate of bacon on a huge tray. It joined a mound of scrambled eggs, a pile of sausages, and a massive stack of pancakes drenched in syrup and butter. To wash it all down was an entire carton of thick, chocolate milk with a large glass. Beside the tray was the piece de resistance, Gr
Senior Year 3The next day Tom's first class was, once again, English.Senior Year 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gretel was late, and their teacher had instructed them to pair up again to talk more about what they were planning to do for the play. Tom found out that Gretel was right and the play really was a musical, with song and dance and costumes and everything. Tom was actually glad that he and Gretel had been assigned to the "dance" portion of the productionhe couldn't sing at all, and after Gretel's "lesson" yesterday he supposed dancing wasn't SO bad. He did have to work on the lifting though.
Tom was just pushing his desk next to Gretel's empty one when the blossoming blonde herself walked in. Either she was wearing the same blouse as yesterday, or her fresh one had lost a button as well. She got quite a few stares, Tom noticed, but Gretel just smiled obliviously and walked on (her chest bouncing with each step).
"Ummm " went Tom, staring a little at her pushing-out cleavage.
"Sorry I'm late. I had a bit of trouble with m
Senior Year 13"Come on urgghhhh !" groaned Tom as he struggled to hook up the clasps of Gretel's bikini top.Senior Year 134 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two of them were in the privacy of their cottage, seated on the single queen-sized bed they would be sharing later that night.
"It's not too tight, is it?" went Gretel innocently through a mouthful of cookies which Tom had given her to keep her preoccupied and happy as he began the daunting task of getting her into her old bikini top. It was the same apple green two-piece bikini she had worn several months ago when they had first become friends at the beginning of Senior Year. It had been tight then, but now, over 60 pounds heavier and 5 cup sizes and ten inches bustier, cramming Gretel's even more ginormous boobs into it was like trying to cram the Pacific Ocean into a swimming pool!
"No urghhh not at all !" went Tom, who was having trouble getting the two ends of the clasps to even touch. The straps of the bikini top were really thin and string-like, and could h
Senior Year 5The weeks turned to months, and as they did Tom noticed somethingGretel was definitely putting on a little weight.Senior Year 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She seemed to be snacking more than ever in between and during classes, and Tom noticed that her tray of food during their lunches at the cafeteria had reached the point of literally overflowing. It wasn't uncommon for a bowl of pudding or plate of cake to drop from Gretel's piled-high tray, only for her to apologize innocently and hurry back for another one.
Tom knew he was partially at fault too. Whenever they were out, he'd encourage her in the subtlest ways to indulge her culinary desires. Whether it be with a casual "The super-sized one looks more your money's worth than the regular", or a suggestive "isn't the extra-cheesy version more your type?" He'd even treat her to snacks or lunch every now and then, which she absolutely loved. Meanwhile, their afternoon's at his place after school were spent with Gretel gorging herself on Mrs. Downing's incredible cooking