Fairy Tale Fail

Maintaining a lithe figure is a matter of great pride to a fairy. It is said that you could put a flower petal and a fairy on a scale and the petal would sink every time. For a species that had a natural addiction to sugar as if it were pixie crack, it took a lot of self control to maintian such a reputation. However, there was one fairy who never did well keeping up appearances...

Standing at 8 inches tall, Josephine, or "Fina" as she was lovingly called by her fellow fairy folk, wiggled and fought with the fabric of her tiny green dress. Pale, pudgy flesh poking out the bottom, her victory of getting her posh belly to suck in and be contained by the garment was short lived as she strained to squeeze her plump posterior inside. A wobbling shelf of plump breast peaked out the top of the ill-fitted outfit, threatening to tear out as, through clenched teeth she growled and tugged "Grrr...Get...in there! I'm already...oof...late enough as it is!!"

*RIIP*

"Ahhh! There we are!" She says with a sigh of relief. The stitching had torn just enough to let her rounded butt get inside, a long streak of chubby thigh bulging through the tear. Pressed hard against the constricting fabric, she gives her plump belly a loving rub "Tee hee! Now then, let's go see about getting you fed before those kids wake up!" Glancing at the large, long forgotten wrist watch that had been discarded next to her home, she gasps at just how late she is!

She did not know how old the kids were, just that they were always asleep from 2-3pm. And that they always had snacks left over...

While most fairies never had to worry about such human concepts as time management, Josephine's greed for childish snacks had taught her to quickly adapt to the concept if she wanted to get in on the opportunity of her gluttonous little lifetime. Her glossy wings fluttering as fast as they could before, with a strained groan, she lifts her chubby bulk into the air and flits off towards the house.

Running a good 15 minutes late, she knew that she only had a limited window if she wanted to pull off todays heist. She'd have to eat fast.

Gasping for breath, she lands with a heavy thump next to a small mouse hole by the back door, she looks around nervously for any sign of the monstrous children. "heh...same as...always. The brats, ugh...I mean delightful children are asleep! Now all I need to do i~SWEET GUMBALLS OF MERCY!!!"

Her eyes buldging, her mouth hangs down to brush the tops of her breasts as she sees the motherload. The absolute crem' de la crem of treats!

"EEE!!! SNACK PACK!!!" She squeals, jumping and jiggling around in a circle at winning the equivalent of the fairy powerball. Stacked high on the table must have been 10 cups of the delicious chocholate pudding! Flying up to the table, she quickly rips the top off of a pack and shoves her mouth down into it's chocholatey depths.

Sucking and slurping the cocoa goo down her throat she quickly makes her way deeper and deeper, down to the bottom of the cup. Not even stopping to breath, she drinks and bends lower and lower into the gooey goodness. Nearing the bottom, her chubby feet kick in the air above her as she tries to worm her mouth down to get every last drop of the stuff! Licking the bottom of the container a little too feverishly, she cries out as she accidently flips the cup over with a plastic crash.

"OOof!!" Her upper body resting on the lip of the now completely empty pudding cup, she grins mischeviously as she rubs her now much plumper belly. "Tee hee! Oops, looks like I got a little carried away..." Giving the soft swell a loving pat, she can feel the pudding slosh and squish inside of her. Eyeing the 9 other packs, she rubs her prized tummy and considers the possibilities. "Hmmm...you know. Maybe I should leave it at that. One is usually enough to make my pretty belly happy and I'm not sure I have time before the kids wake up..." As the pudgy sphere gurgles it's answer, her smile widens.

That was the only time she had considered that what she was about to do was a bad idea...

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"Uuuggghhhh...."

30 minutes later, and only one last drop of pudding was left.

"Ooooh...m-my...my stomach...."

10 empty pudding cups lay scattered around her. Each "picked to the bone," a massively swollen fairy lay atop the table between them. Groaning and clutching what little of the glutted orb that she could reach, her cheeks were a slightly green color as she struggled to hold her ill gotten dessert. While a gross understatement, a doctor could have diagnosed her current illness as "a distinct case of over eating." Jutting out from the torn scraps of what had been her dress, her belly towered above her. Stuffed to the very limit, she breathed shallowly to keep from upsetting her groaning tummy as she raised the last bite to her lips. Pressed into the bottom of her chin by her turgid belly, her breasts even looked full to bursting as she lowered the thick, gooey drop between them and down her throat. Sucking the thick mouthful a little longer than she normally would, with a forced swallow she finally finishes.

And her belly creaks...

"Mmmmph...oh man. I...I really outdid myself this time. Tee he-ooooh...." she winces, her weak giggle cut off by a frightening lurch from her straining belly. Eyes clenched, she rubs her hands over the hard top of her bloated gut and tries to calm it down. "Shhh...momma's...g-got ya. Just be...mmmm...still now..." She whimpers, hoping that the fates are kind to her and her delicate belly. Suddenly her eyes shoot wide as her ears pick up the most terrifying sound of all...

The laughter of children. A lot of children...

Running down the hallway like a flood after their nap, the rotund fairy gasps. The twins wearing matching party hats, she realizes why there were so many snack packs in the first place! Knowing she'll be discovered any minute, she shuts her eyes and uses the only spell she knows.

*ZAAAAP*

With a small flash of light, the overstuffed fairy disappears as the first kid sees the debris of her gluttonous feeding. "Awww...who ate all the chocolate pudding!?" The group gives a collective "awwww..." before a few seconds later, "Hey! Let's watch some tv!" Like kittens who had seen a new shiny thing, they all quickly perk up and run to the living room. "YAAAAY!!!"

"oh god...that was too close." Josephine moans.

Her spell teleporting her Only inches from the opening of the mouse hole, she painfully drags her glutted belly backward towards the opening. "Oof...if I could...*groaaaan*..just get out...*whine*..I could sleep some of this off!" She says between pulls. Her fingers straining millimeters from the edge of the hole, with one last pull she finally gets to where she can get her fingers inside it to pull herself towardds it. "Ahhh...that should help. I need to rest for a sec though."

Still dangerously overfed, she lays back and takes a moment to admire her achievement. "Wow, I'm...I'm HUGE! I've never even heard of a fairy being this big!" Giving her belly a prod, she winces at just how tight the skin is stretched. Like a bubble over an ocean of chocholate goo, she smiles weakly before another sickly moan escapes her. Collapsing on her back, she shuts her eyes to rest a bit. The music from tv is kind of soothing, the melody almost...familiar?

Eyes shooting open, she knows exactly where she's heard that song before...

A song about performing certain actions to indicate that one is "happy." While normally one of her favorites, she whimpers as her belly gives an ominous groan. Reaching for the opening with renewed vigor, she knows she has to get out of there fast. If not, her precious belly would be in a lot of trouble. There was an unfortunate reaction that occured to fairy girls when they heard what humans called "clapping"...

The children cheered. They'd found other treats, stickier, more additive saturated than the pudding, more ingeniously marketed at children, more terrifying for dentists. They grinned through mouthfuls of rainbow coloured partly chewed mush, dancing and singing raucously.

"If you're happy and you know it..." came a voice belonging to a young woman dressed in clothes so bright she looked like a rave had thrown up on her. The children mimed this neon idolatress' actions to the letter.

"clap your hands!"

There came a sound like the rolling of thunder. Josephine's eyes were horror-struck wide, staring at the surface of the fleshy dome that loomed over her.

"no no no, don't you dare!" she whimpered to her engorged belly, her fingers splayed over its taut, trembling surface.

It did not heed her command.

It is a fact, most universally acknowledged by those who consider the,selves experts in such matters that a fairy is in want of only two things in their lives. The first, as has already been mentioned, is sugar. Delicious, mind rotting sugar. The second is that special kind of clap that only truly delighted people can summon. This is why they spend their time supposedly doing good deeds without being detected. It's a sort of built in reward. Deep within the very centre of their being, at the core of their tiny bodies, is a special organ that produces pure, undiluted fairy magic. Of course as no one has yet performed a successful fairy post mortem no one is any the wiser as to the existence of such a thing, and any one who considers themselves an expert in fairies is carted straight off to the nearest looney bin. Hence the need for an explanation.

"Oooooooooh Snap, Crackle and Poop!" the fat fairy whimpers.

Deep in the centre of her now gigantic belly, a faint flicker of light winks on and off amid the swirling mass of undigested pudding. It's beginning.

"No no no..." Josephine protests, moaning to herself as her tummy lets out a truly terrifying sound. What had been her proudest asset now seems to be a source of imminent doom...

All that fairy dust ain't going nowhere.

The surface of her gut lurches as if some monstrous beast has awoken in the depths of her gluttonous swell. It heaves and shudders, expanding outward ever so slightly as it does so. Through gritted teeth she lets out an animal moan.

"Dont do this to me, not to my tummy, please, I've gotta get out of here!"

She tears her hands away from the surface of her troubled paunch and grabs for the edge of the mouse hole. Success! She finds purchase, and with al her might begins to pull, inching herself closer and closer to the hole and safety, her meaty bare buttocks squeaking loudly on the linoleum floor. Her breasts slop backward and forward with every move she makes, the plump orbs slapping her under the chin.

"Almost..."

She gets her head through the hole just as the infernally cheerful voice rings out again.

"...Clap your hands!"

CLAP!

She feels the tremor run through her, she stops for a moment, chest wobbling furiously as she feels the movement transfer to her monstrous bloat.

*GROOOOOOOOAAAAAAANNNNNN!*

Her belly swells outward, the surface leaping upward with a rubberised shriek almost matched by the cry of fear that she lets out. The glow builds, it's visible now through the surface of her abdomen, the tortured circumference lit from within with a ghostly golden light as the powerful dust within her builds and builds.

"Wonka's ghost, stop, please, my tummy... It can't take any more!"

With a loud POP her navel noisily inverts, protruding like the steeple atop a temple built to overindulgence. She's reaching her limit now, there's almost no give left in her stomach, she's like a vast fat water balloon.

Full of pudding.

She must act fast if she's to survive this. She braces her feet flat against the floor, plump thighs resting wide to accommodate her troubled bloat, her hands gripping the frame. Her panties on display to anyone who'd care to glance at the mouse hole at that moment, she hasn't the time to worry about dignity, she can worry about just how low her massive midriff has pushed the waistband of her underwear later.

"Come on girl, do it for your tummy!" she moans to herself by way of encouragement.

"one..."

"two..."

"three..."

"HEAVE!"

She hauls as hard as she can, pushing off with her feet.

"Yes yes yes!" she gasps as her head clears the hole.

"If you're happy and you know it..." croons the acid reflux resented in the TV as her breasts clear the hole.

"And you really want to show I-"

FLUMPF!

The horizon of her tummy suddenly cuts off the noise as she squeezes through the hole, before finding all of a sudden she can't move.

"No, I'm stuck! I'm too fat, I'm stuck! My belly's too big for the hole!"

The glow within her illuminates the dark space behind the wall, the hole completely blocked by the turgid groaning girth of her immense tummy.

"Oh liquorice, it's coming!"

She can just about hear the voice through the wall, despite the gurgles of her trapped tummy.

"if you're happy and you know it..."

This is it, she thinks, this is the end, doomed by her proud, overstuffed stomach. Her dreams gone, of parading it in front of the others, who would no doubt stare at her jealously as they wished they could get at tummy was.

Her eyes widened. That's it,

A wish.

Her hands press to the unyielding surface of her gut. Thin red stretch marks creep out over it, spiderwebbing the surface, her dangerously thin belly skin practically translucent its stretched so badly.

It glows from within with a power she has never made use of.

She closes her eyes tight, and gets ready to wish harder than she's ever wished before.

"Clap your haaaaaaaands!"

She uses the only spell she knows.

*ZAAAAAAP!*

She opens her eyes. It's still dark, but now she's stood up. Her feet are spread precariously wide to accommodate her massive bulk, her heavy, pendulous belly swings naked and proud before her.

In one glorious fat piece.

"Yes! I'm the greatest!" she cheers in triumph, patting her burbling belly with pride. "just wait till they see how huge I am, I'm the fattest fairy who ever lived!"

She takes a step forward and feels something brush her bloated midriff, far beyond its groaning horizon, well out of her sight.

A piece of cheese.

A steel arm arcs high over her head, and all too late she realises what she's stumbled into.

She lets out a shriek of surprise as the huge steel bar collides with her precious tummy with a loud WHAP!

Beneath her, through the floorboards, the children are dancing in front of the TV. They look up when they hear the snap, followed by a loud, wet BANG

Then they feel it, dripping on their faces, falling from between the joists in the ceiling.

Chocolate pudding.