Literature
Rabbit's Revenge Part 3
Part three of my Winnie the Pooh stuck fetish story. Still more to come in the future.
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Rabbit's irritation grew exponentially as he tidied up his entryway. He was extra irritated anytime his greedy guest's swollen rump got in his way, which was frequently. Pooh, who seemed to have somehow not noticed Rabbit's seam-busting shove, blissfully slurped down Rabbit's valuable honey. Rabbit bent down low and reached under the canopy of fat that was Pooh's posterior to grab a piece of broken pottery. As he stood up, Rabbit accidentally bumped his head into the fluffy overhang. For a moment Rabbit wasn't sure what had happened as his head sunk into the plush under-belly and completely obscured his eyes and nose. Quickly realizing where he was wedged, Rabbit pulled his head down and leapt back away from the doorway.
Now fuming, Rabbit watched angrily as Pooh's rolls undulated from being jostled. As Pooh noisily and cluelessly continued to suck down his honey, and his bottom grew steadily and perceptibly, Rabbit had a flash of guilt...was he sabotaging himself? Should he have cut his friend off, a guest in his home? Was that really his responsibility? Suddenly the absurdity of it all became so clear: of course it wasn't his fault! If Pooh wasn't so greedy and had maybe eaten a quarter of what he HAD eaten, it would have still been far beyond what anyone should ever reasonably consider indulging in, calories alone, to say nothing of the massive amount of sugar. But at least if he had eaten a quarter, he might have still been able to squeeze his pudge through.
Rabbit, shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. It was at that moment that Rabbit decided to do a test. He had just delivered several gallons of honey, that Pooh was busily consuming. A quick look in the pantry confirmed that Rabbit still had thirty gallons stowed away. If Pooh did not have the decency to restrain his appetite after finishing his current course, Rabbit would make him pay for his greed...
His test now clear, Rabbit, quickly finished cleaning up, poured himself more tea, and took a seat in his armchair. For a moment he just relaxed, feeling, for some reason, more in control of the situation. He shot glances around the room, purposefully avoiding looking at the intrusive mass taking up a large part of his field of vision. But the more he tried to avoid looking at it, the more or seemed to insist on being noticed. There were noticeable squeaks, creaks, and generally the sound of stretching coming from Pooh's overly-strained seam. Even as Rabbit watched, the seam started pulling apart underneath the still intact part of the obese butt. It created a thin line of visible fluff extending down the seam's longitudinal line. Rabbit winced as he felt that the relatively small rip was only moments away from getting much larger...but just then Rabbit heard very loud lip-smacking coming from out front: Pooh clearly finishing a pot... but then, no slurping-- just shuffling of pots. After about a minute of silence, followed by Pooh's muffled humming, Rabbit was certain that all the honey out there was gone. Now all there was to do was wait...and wait...three minutes pass.
Meanwhile Pooh had somehow drifted off into an obesity and boredom induced nap. He fell asleep humming his Up-down exercise song and dreamt he was back home bending over touching the ground over and over again...he was surprised that he was able to exercise so vigorously, especially considering the last thing he remembered doing was eating at least 40 gallons of honey. Pooh continued his stoutness exercises with vigor. Pooh was very pleased with his obvious fitness as he upped and downed to his delight, amazed that he wasn't feeling any straining in his seam and no rumblies in his tummy. Truly this was the best shape he had ever been in...
Meanwhile, in reality, Rabbit watched in horrified amazement as Pooh's bottom seemed to have reached five times its original size. There was no way to stop it. The honey was already on its way, filling in Pooh's very full tummy and putting more and more pressure on his excessive fluff.
Ping...ping...RRRRIP!
Two individual seams popped in succession before giving way to a massive rip. This time, the opening went from the top of Pooh's bottom to just between his stubby, chunky legs. A large amount of fluff blasted out energetically as if his huge butt was gasping in relief at having released some of its tight confines, scattering cottony pieces all over Rabbit's house.
Meanwhile in Pooh's dream, he thought that perhaps he was feeling something on his bottom...but as he continued his toe touches, he assumed he must have imagined it. But suddenly, Pooh had a rush of relief as if a great tightness had been released. He even felt like his tummy was less tight. Was it less small? His exercises were REALLY working. In fact, he had been doing so well that perhaps he had earned a little something...he started to feel a very familiar warm and fuzzy arousal in the pit of his gut. Suddenly however, something seemed to partially obstruct his breathing...
He awoke out of sorts, sputtering as he realized his shirt had bunched progressively higher and higher up his torso and was now mostly around his neck. He wasn't choking, just uncomfortable. Pooh pulled on it, trying to pull it off over his head. It took great effort, since the hem of the shirt was wedged partially in the hole, but Pooh managed to wrench the stretched-out crop-top over his ears and throw it on the grass in front of the burrow. Pooh did feel a bit strange being "out and about" so-to-speak without his shirt on, but since practically all of his exposed fluffiness was inside, at least it wasn't on display for all. Pooh started thinking about his poor squished tummy. It liked to be round and proud and was, quite literally, his most prominent feature. As Pooh's thoughts lingered on his tummy, his eyes wandered to a nearby honey pot. Pooh noticed the sun reflecting off of a tiny glistening droplet on the rim. Without thinking, he grabbed the pot and put his mouth around the droplet. Pooh moaned softly to himself at the sweet taste, which was increased by its precious scarcity. Pooh felt his sweet saliva flow down his throat into his cavernous belly. As it did, Pooh got that warm-fuzzy feeling again: it seemed to start at the tips of his ears and nose, and trickle all the way down to the largest, heaviest part of his round frame. Pooh moaned to himself, "Mmm...so sticky, so sweet. Yumm..." As he did the warm fuzzy seemed to grow and grow. Pooh felt a strong urge to rub his tummy, as it practically ached for physical attention. Just when Pooh felt the feeling so immensely that it felt like he might pop, a sudden jostling deep down inside of him made Pooh take in a sudden gasp of air. Immediately he could hear a familiar sound, like a whisper:
Pip pip pip pip pip pip pip pip pip
Pooh smiled to himself at the familiar feeling of his rumbly tumbly. He could feel his fat jiggling and jostling around, even within the confinement of the burrow tunnel.
Pipipipipipippipipip...pip...pip....(moan)....pip POP!
The warm fuzzy feeling gradually faded as the rumbling subsided. Defying all reason, Pooh's thoughts returned to his appetite and honey. He tried to kick his legs impatiently but only managed to jostle around his bottom. He wondered what was taking so long. "Rabbit? Do you have any update on how long...it might be?" At first he thought that Rabbit hadn't heard. But after a long silence, came an uncertain response: "Uh...not sure. Still waiting... the consultant, you know. Could be some time..."
Pooh huffed to himself in an unjustly perturbed way. Finally, despite all logic, Pooh's appetite won out. "Say Rabbit, do you suppose that while I'm waiting, I mean, if it's not too much trouble...do you by chance have any more honey...?
Rabbit could hardly believe what he was hearing. He called back, "Oh, but of course. It will be just a moment..." Rabbit trailed off as he began hastily emptying out his reserve pantry, wondering what it would take to get this Pooh-bear to admit he had had "enough". There was only one way to find out. With the combination of a grimace and a smile in his face, he went outside to retrieve his wheelbarrow...
tbc
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