Schlaraffenland

 by TR
 

"All I want to know," said Sheila, as they were heading out of the classroom "is how do you get there?"

"Where?" asked Mara.

"Schlaraffenland," said her friend impatiently "you know, like the professor was talking about? The place where pies grow on trees. I'd go there in a heartbeat."

"I know what you mean."

They were both veterans of the diet wars. Mara had struggled pretty well against the infamous "Freshman Fifteen", keeping them down to five, only to discover she still had to battle them even though she was now a Sophomore. Sheila had gained the full Freshmen fifteen, lost ten over the summer, gained five of them back and was trying to stave off the rest.

They both had been enjoyed the discussion of Schlaraffenland in their folklore class. Imagine a country with delicious food growing from every tree, where you could eat all you wanted, and no one cared how fat you got! It would be heaven.

"Oh!" said Mara to her friend "I've got to go see the professor. He wants to see me about something, probably the paper I haven't turned in yet. I'll see you back at the dorm."

Mara took the elevator up to Professor Samuel's office. He was waiting for her, looking through her transcript.

"Sorry about that paper being late, professor, I--" she started.

"Hmmm. Interesting transcript," he said "you're pretty bright, but your grades..."

"I know," she sighed "I guess I have a tendency to daydream...it makes it hard for me concentrate."

"You're late to class a lot too...but you're good in class discussion once you make it in...tell me, do you like the class?"

"Yes...pretty much," said Mara "That thing about Schlaraffenland sounded pretty cool."

"Would you like to go there?"

"Sure!" said Mara, laughing.

"You wouldn't be able to come back, you know," said the professor. "I think you'd be a good candidate though. You're bright, beautiful, lazy, have trouble staying on your diet..."

Suddenly this was getting creepy. The professor seemed completely serious. She'd seen him joke before. He wasn't joking now.

"How do you know about my diet?" she asked.

"I heard you talking to your friend in the elevator once. Anyway, do you want to go?"

She decided to play along with whatever game he was playing. He was weird, but he didn't seem dangerous or anything.

"Sure," she said "sign me up."

"Okay," he said "come with me."

This was getting weirder and weirder. Her curiosity got the best of her, however; she followed the professor out into the hall and back to the elevator. He pulled out a special key, turned it, and the elevator started going down.

"Where are we going, exactly?" asked Mara.

"I told you, Schlaraffenland," he responded, smiling "You'll like it there, believe me."

Mara looked at the elevator lights. Now they were at the ground floor, now the basement, now...the basement light went out--all the lights were out.

But they were still descending.

"What's going on?" Mara asked him, getting a bit scared.

"I told you, Schlaraffenland. Change  your mind? Don't want to go?"

"Well I..."

Suddenly it seemed like the elevator was moving sideways...or had it just tilted a bit? She wasn't sure. And then they stopped and started ascending. They stopped again and the doors opened. Overcome by curiosity, Mara stepped out.

She wasn't in the building anymore,  but outside, on a meadow on a beautiful warm day, not a cold and rainy one like it was supposed to be. She was astonished...it was too perfect to be an illusion. It even smelled right.

The meadow was surrounded by lush, green, completely unrecognizable trees. She went up to the nearest one and picked the oddly-shaped banana-like fruit growing on it. She peeled it and found a chocolate éclair inside.

"Oh my God!" she said, taking a bite "it's real! Professor, how did you--"

She looked around back to where she'd come. Professor Samuels and the elevator were gone!

"Hey!" she said "Professor? Where are you?"

Nothing happened. There was no sign of an elevator, just an empty patch of meadow. Either she was completely crazy, or Samuels had stranded her in this place!

Then the elevator rose up out of the meadow and the doors opened up.

"Forgot to give you the guidebook," said the professor, holding a book out for her. She rushed back in.

"I thought you were joking!" she said "I don't really want to go there!"

"Oh..." he said "I'm really not supposed to let you back...why don't you want to go?"

"Well...I mean...I don't know. I thought you were just kidding. I'd have to think about it at least..."

"All right," said the professor reluctantly, shutting the door "just don't tell anyone about this. And come back if you change your mind. I'm sure you would like it."

"If it's so great, why don't you live there?"

"I'm in exile," sighed the professor "I'm not lazy enough for that place...I like to be busy.  But I do a little recruitment work for them, and they let me visit now and then. Anyway, I'm sure you'd fit right in."

After returning, she went back to the dorm and talked to her friend Sheila. She didn't tell her what happened--Sheila wouldn't have believed her, anyway. But she started talking about Schlaraffenland hypothetically.

"Would you really go there if you could?" she asked Sheila "Even if you could never come back?"

"Well, I don't know. I'd sure like to visit though."

"That wouldn't be any good! You'd get fat and then come back here?"

"I see your point," Sheila laughed "I don't know. I'd love to eat like that...but I'd get homesick sooner or later."

"Sheila? Professor Samuels told me I'm lazy. Do you think I'm lazy?"

"Well, yeah," said Sheila, smiling. "that's what I like about you. You're the only person I know lazier than me."
 

Mara thought about it the all the following week.   Her classes were mostly boring. The unwritten rule, that only jerks asked her out, continued to be enforced. Her Aunt called her up periodically to complain about how expensive it was putting her through college, especially considering how mediocre her grades were.

And now she daydreamed more than ever, mostly about Schlaraffenland. It wasn't helping her stay on her diet, either. She'd gained a couple of pounds.

One dreary morning she overslept. She got up and rushed to class, without pausing to have breakfast.  It was cold and drizzly. As she was waiting at a crosswalk, a truck drove by and splashed her with cold, muddy water.

She ran to her math class. She fallen behind a bit and didn't understand the lecture very well.  I'm  going to have to bust my butt to catch up, she reflected glumly. Her other classes were not much better. She didn't get a chance to eat until three that afternoon. She was starving, and, passing a bakery, decided to treat herself to a chocolate éclair. They had sinfully big, fattening ones there. 

She couldn't wait until she got home, she started eating while waiting for a traffic light to change. It wasn't quite as good as the fruit-fruit she'd had in Schlaraffenland, but it was  good enough that she moaned softly with pleasure. She tried to pretend she was in Schlaraffenland, and could eat like this all the time.

"Oink, oink," said a voice. A couple of frat guys were looking at her, exchanging rude comments in an undertone and laughing. She recognized one of them...she had rebuffed his clumsy come-on the year before.

Suddenly, she realized she'd had enough. She abandoned her éclair and went to Professor Samuel's office.

"I've been thinking about Schlaraffenland." she said to him "What do people do there? I mean, besides eat."

"I'm sorry, I can't talk about that," he said "You know more than you're supposed to already. The only way you can find out more is to go there."

She took a deep breath.

"All right," she said "I guess I'll go then. I can't think about anything else."

"I knew it!" he said, pleased "All right then."

He took her back again. She hesitated a second, but then gingerly stepped out into the meadow. The elevator disappeared.

I'm really here! she thought. She took off her coat,  went to the chocolate éclair tree, peeled one, and took a big bite. It was wonderful. She took her shoes off. The grass felt soothing on her bare feet. Where is everybody? she wondered. 

Then she noticed the guidebook on the ground, right where the professor had dropped it. She picked it up and started reading.
 

I'd better obey! she thought, cheerfully finishing off the éclair and peeling open a new one. She continued reading.

There were illustrations and descriptions of various plants. There were bedroom tries, garment trees, bathroom trees...a tree or bush for nearly any purpose you could imagine.  Mara looked around for something to drink--the book said all the blue fruits were beverages. Soon she found one shaped like a cylinder. It had a nub on the top like the top of a banana. She pulled it back and it made a neat little hole, perfect for drinking out of.  It tasted like somewhere between a milkshake and a coke, kind of like a root beer float or something. It was delicious. She had two, and put a few spares in her backpack. She realized she was still carrying her textbooks. I won't be needing these! she thought, gleefully dumping them out. She went to the next tree...it was a sort of hot dog tree. Somehow, when she peeled the fruit, the hot dog inside would automatically heat itself up.  The hot dogs tasted fantastic, of course.  She read further.

A delicious thrill went through Mara as she read this...she was already getting pretty full, and yet very much wanted to keep eating. I'm  going to get fat!  Of course, that was the main reason she'd come here in the first place, but it was just sinking in that it was really going to happen. It would be impossible to diet here, anyway, no use worrying about your weight...

That's odd.. But thinking about it some more, she realized she preferred it that way. It was nice to be able to explore a bit and learn about the place without having to deal with a lot of social interaction.

The next tree had some kind of fruit that tasted like bean dip. It didn't do much for her at all, so she moved on and eventually found a cheeseburger tree and a french-fry tree. She only managed to eat one burger and a few fries before she was stuffed. What had the book said about being uncomfortably full? She looked it up. She was supposed to find a purple berry. She did, took one, and soon found herself getting sleepy. She had noticed one a bedroom tree a little ways off, and went to it. It was a nice little room inside a tree with a very comfortable bed-like thing in the middle. There were hanging leaves by the door and window that she pulled across them like a curtain. She soon fell asleep.

She woke up feeling wonderful, more rested and refreshed than she'd felt in years. She couldn't remember her dreams very well but she knew they'd been nice. She had a raging appetite. She had a chocolate éclair from a handy tree, enjoying the decadence of having a chocolate éclair for breakfast, then found a bathroom tree.  There was a room in there with a little pond inside. The water was cold, but as soon as she touched it it warmed up.  She had a nice bath, put on a garment from one of the garment trees, and continued wandering from tree to tree, sampling the different kinds of food. Some of the fruits resembled food she knew...others weren't even remotely familiar. She figured they'd purposely started her out in an area where the foods were more familiar to ease her adjustment. But most of the unfamiliar fruits tasted even better.

It was a beautiful place, with incredible flowers, vistas, ponds, and of course, trees.  She found one tree with a marvelous kind of red fruit that tasted like a combination of chocolate and strawberries and cream, plus some other ingredients she couldn't identify, all wrapped in a kind of pie crust. It was kind of like the snack pies they sell in convenience stores, only much better. "I've found the pie tree," she thought, remembering her folklore class. It tasted very fattening. It was so good she had several, and before she knew it she was once again completely stuffed, even though she'd intended to hold back.  Then she noticed one of the bushes with the purple berries.

"Maybe I'll take another nap," she thought.

She woke up feeling better than ever, if that was possible, and very hungry. She went right to a pie tree and had a piece, marveling again at how good it was. She then used the bathroom tree, put on a clean garment from a garment tree, and went back to the pie tree. She noticed several flowers on the tree that had just bloomed. Experimentally, she sniffed one...it smelled wonderful. She ate some more pie and suddenly realized she was feeling a bit high. Was it the flower? She sniffed another--her nose began to tingle slightly.  She had another pie as she continued sniffing the flowers. When she finished, she realized there were no more ripe pie-fruits, but there were some at a similar tree nearby. Feeling quite high, she happily sniffed a couple of flowers on the second tree and ate three more pies. As she began walking toward another, she nearly lost her balance. She sat down heavily. My God, I'm stoned out of my gourd she said to herself, giggling. She lay down for a bit until her head cleared, then looked though the guidebook again.

Mara laughed uproariously... I'm not a human anymore, I'm a bee!  Sure enough, her nose and face and hair were covered with pollen. She'd been too spaced-out to notice. She got up and had some more pie. She sniffed a few flowers but they didn't have much affect. Soon she was incredibly stuffed yet again. She sat down for a bit and rubbed her beleaguered stomach.

She kind of felt like taking another nap, but something bothered her. After a time, she yanked on a red branch of a nearby tree.  A strong but not unpleasant odor quickly filled the air. Soon she heard a woman's voice.

"Hello?"

"Over here!" she answered.

A slim, pretty, thirtyish woman showed up.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," said Mara "I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted someone to talk to. I'm new here."

"That's quite all right. I'm Chrissa."

"I'm Mara."

"How do you like it here?"

"Well...I'm still trying to get my bearings...but I think so..."

Chrissa smiled approvingly, then said "I should tell you it's customary to wash the pollen off your face before talking to anyone."

"Oh! Sorry! I'm surprised that wasn't in the book."

"Well, you don't have to, but nearly everyone washes it off...here." She pulled a leaf from one of the pouches on her garment. It was rather like a handi-wipe. Mara washed her face and a bit of her hair.

"That's better," said Chrissa "did you have a question?"

"Well...I'm really full...I was contemplating having a purple berry and taking another nap..."

"Oh! Then you should!"

"But...I've only been awake for less than an hour! I can't just eat and sleep and sniff flowers all the time!"

"Here you can. You can spend all your waking hours eating. It's called 'chaining'. You'll probably get bored of it eventually, but if you enjoy it, why not?"

"But...I mean, shouldn't I be doing something? Besides pollinating flowers, that is?"

"If you wanted to do something, you would have stayed Back There."

"Then why do I feel guilty?"

"That's how you were brought up. But you're in Schlaraffenland now!  Just do whatever you want...enjoy yourself."

"Why was I brought here?"

"Well, most of us are pretty lazy. Much too lazy to have children. So we make up for it with immigration. It works better than having children anyway--with children, you're stuck with whatever you get. With immigration, we can be selective. You're incredibly lucky, really!"

"I guess I am..."

"Now have a purple berry if you want one!"

"Okay...God, I'm going to get so fat..."

"But that's fine! You really should get fat, it's almost rude not to."

"But you're not fat at all!

"Oh, but I was! I was huge. I could hardly walk!"

"You mean you went on a diet? But I thought people here didn't do that!"

"They don't...there are easy ways to lose. I just lost weight because there were some things I wanted to do that were easier thin, but I'm sure I'll get fat again sooner or later. It's so much fun."

"One more thing...do people have sex here?"

"Of course!" said Chrissa, laughing "you'll find out about that, don't worry."

"By the way...where are we exactly?  On some other planet or what?"

"Beats me," said Chrissa with a shrug "Does it matter?"

They chatted a bit more. Chrissa left. Mara shrugged and had another purple berry.

She felt much better when she woke up. What was I worried about? I came here to be fat and lazy, right? Would I go back if I could? She shuddered. What an awful idea. She grabbed another piece of pie fruit to take the edge off her appetite, then went to the bathroom tree. Lying naked in the tub, she looked at her body. It was hard to tell, but she was pretty sure she'd gained some weight already. Wasn't her belly a bit pudgier? You're getting fat, you little pig! She felt a pang of that delicious scary feeling...was there any way she could resist stuffing herself again? She thought about it. She was getting a little tired of the pie tree, but she was bound to find something just as tasty and just as fattening in short order. In fact, she was eager to get of the bath and start exploring some more. Were there chocolate truffle trees? Tera Misu trees? No, I can't help it...I'm going to get very fat...but what else did I expect? Why else did I come here? She hadn't realized what it would be like...it had been more abstract then...she just knew she'd be able to eat all she wanted and not have to worry about it. But now that she was doing it, it was a little scary...she felt like she was sliding down a slippery slope and was powerless to stop.

But at the same time, there was something deliciously naughty about just devoting herself to gluttony and sloth...after all, she had made the decision to come here. She'd been exercising her power then, hadn't she? She had decided to get fat! In fact, wasn't there something kind of erotic about it? Getting nice and curvy, big breasts and ass and belly...suddenly, she noticed a kind of a long dark fruit next to the tub. There was a note with it. Enjoy yourself! -- Chrissa.

She opened up the fruit and blushed. It was obviously a dildo. It was slippery and flesh like, kind of gross, really. There were also a couple of things that looked like small pancakes. She had no idea what they were.

Tentatively, she slipped the dildo inside herself.

Immediately, it began moving. The soft end of it formed itself around her, one appendage going up her anus, one oddly mucilaginous part cleaving to her clitoris, touching her in ways she hadn't known were possible.  For a moment she was horrified, but that feeling was replaced by intense pleasure.

"Oh God!" she gasped as she helped it along by thrusting it in and out. She suddenly realized the pancakes were for her nipples. She put them on and they started stimulating her deliciously.

Oh I really AM going to like it here...

After her bath she continued exploring. She made a rule for herself that she could only have one of each thing. Her appetite was wonderful. She sampled tree versions of pizza, chocolate milkshakes, something like marshmallow whipped cream jello, a little Chinesey thing, like a cross between a pot sticker and an egg roll, a hot dog, and then some kind of slimy pudding that tasted so good she broke her rule and ate until she was thoroughly stuffed. And of course she sniffed flowers and stayed mildly high a lot of the time.

Her belly was obscenely swollen. She put a purple berry in one of her pockets, went to a bedroom tree, and read a little more of the guidebook.  There were a few rules--in addition to "Enjoy yourself", there was "Let others enjoy themselves" (i.e., no violent, exploitative, environmentally unsound or socially disruptive acts) and "Take it easy". Apparently a few people did work in Schlaraffenland, mainly entertainers and artisans and a few officials, and you could work if you wanted to. Alternatively you could spend the rest of your life without doing a lick of work. Sounds good to you doesn't it, you lazy thing?

The next chapter was about sex. First it described the kind of dildo Chrissa had left her with, and then it continued to still more interesting matters.

Oh...I've GOT to try THAT!  She went outside, found a white berry and came back to the bedroom. She hesitated. Come on...when in Rome... she gulped it down.

She woke to the sound of people chatting outside her window. She got up--to her astonishment, there were twenty men waiting for her! Many of them were fat, of course, some extremely fat. She picked one of the slimmer ones and was soon having extraordinary sex. The man wore a thing around his cock that was similar to the dildo-fruit and was much more stimulating than a mere penis. He lingered for awhile, then left.

She took a bath and reflected on the experience. It had lacked the warmth of  a truly intimate relationship, but from a purely physical standpoint it was easily the best sex she'd ever had. And of course it was  much easier to arrange. It was also nicer than the awkward casual encounters she'd had back home. And she could do it whenever she wanted, at least assuming that men would always show up.

She got out of her bath. Well, I'd better catch up on my gluttony...

She wandered a bit and found a grove with a nice variety of things that resembled lasagna, bon-bons, hot dogs and fritos and started eating and sniffing. Soon Chrissa dropped by. Mara obligingly wiped the pollen off her face and said hello.

"I don't want to interrupt," said Chrissa. "In fact I'll join you." She picked a lasagna and began munching "How are things going?"

"Great!" said Mara, telling her about her experiences since their last encounter.

They chatted and ate for awhile, and then Mara said "I read something about a town? How do I get there?"

"See that mountain over there? Just walk in that direction about five miles or so, and you'll find the town."

"Okay, thanks." Mara finished her latest fruit and started on another.

"My, you've got a good appetite. I'm already getting full, and you're still going strong."

"I do love eating," Mara sighed happily.

Chrissa wandered off. Mara briefly contemplated starting off to town, but felt too full to do much walking. She just ate a little more and took another nap.

The next "morning" she had a quick breakfast, then started of towards town. She resolved to not eat drink or sniff anything, figuring that was the only way to make any progress, and actually walked a mile before passing a tree that gave off the tempting odor of barbequed ribs, so she had to try that. And then there was an éclair tree...I've got to try that, if it wasn't for éclairs I might not even be here. Very soon she was totally stuffed again. Well, you made it a mile at least, you lazy girl, she told herself as she took a purple berry for another nap. Better than nothing.

The next day got half a mile before finding the best pie tree yet. As soon as she took one bite of the first one, she knew she was going to stay and chain some time. Oh, screw the town...the town can wait...And the flowers were exquisite...they complemented the taste of the pie remarkably. Somehow they lengthened the experience. When she closed her eyes and sniffed and ate and concentrated just the right way, she felt like she was nothing but a giant mouth sailing blissfully through a universe made of pie.

She gorged and slept, got up the next morning to see how many pies were left...and suddenly realized she was in a grove full of pie trees! Joyously, she stuffed herself, slept, stuffed herself again, slept, stuffed herself, and slept, until she completely lost track. Finally one day she finished all the ripe pies on the tree she was on. She looked around...there were no pies nearby. There were more flowers than ever, though, so for a while she simply sniffed. She suddenly lost her balance and fell on her back. Luckily some of the flowers trailed nearly to the ground...she was able to reach some and continued sniffing.

I'd better stop...she thought before...before what? enjoy yourself...

Chrissa showed up suddenly.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm finding" said Mara, giggling, "I mean, final. fine."

Chrissa helped her up.

"Did...I overdo it?" Mara asked her.

"That's for you to decide," said the Chrissa. She helped Mara lurch to the bedroom and fed her two purple berries.

When Mara woke the next morning she felt fine, but felt rather sticky. She also realized she was smelling rather rank. Thinking about it, she realized she'd been so intent on sniffing flowers and eating she hadn't bother to bathe in some time.

God, I have been overdoing it she thought. She was too hungry to bathe right away, so she grabbed a couple of doughnut-like fruits from a nearby tree and ate them on her way to the bathroom tree.  She got in the tub and looked at herself in amazement.

Three brand-new plump rolls of fat spanned her belly. She pinched one experimentally  and laughed. She had to have gained thirty pounds! She'd been so busy eating and getting high that she hadn't even noticed. She was suddenly very horny, and went out to find a dildo tree. She found Chrissa nearby eating from some an Eggs Benedict tree.

"Know where I can find one of those dildoes?" she asked her. Chrissa smiled, pulled one out of a pocket and gave it to her.

A little while later she rejoined Chrissa and had some Eggs Benedict. Chrissa seemed a bit heavier than before.

"Careful Chrissa" she teased "you'll get fat."

"I know!" said Chrissa "You got me started again. You were having such fun at the lasagna tree I felt envious. I've hardly done anything but eat ever since."

"I've gained too! I've got all these rolls of fat now." She pulled up her blouse and showed off her new bulges.

"That's great!" said Chrissa "You're chubbing out very nicely!"

Chrissa was so sincere that Mara actually felt a bit proud of herself.  What a strange thing to feel proud of! They ate some more.

"Chrissa, what if I get out of control again? And stop bathing and everything?"

"They call that being a pollenhead," said Chrissa "If you want to do that, you should go to Junker's Island. They have quite incredible pollen over there. Otherwise, if you think you might be getting addicted, just take an extra purple berry when you go to bed. That way you'll stay clean long enough to lose the addiction."

"But it's okay to be a pollenhead?"

"Well, you can do what you want. But pollenheads usually don't live all that long. They don't take care of themselves, don't eat right, don't bathe, they sleep out in the rain, catch pneumonia...we don't like them around here because they tend to breed trees with really strong flowers, causing people to become addicted who don't want to be. Like that tree you got...I'm having it exterminated, it was probably too strong.

"The pies sure were good though..."

"Well, they'll test the drug content of those trees and only destroy the ones they have to. There will be lots more pie trees there in a while.

"Why is that?"

"Because you were a busy little bee. Those trees are already bursting with seed."

"I think I'll try to go into town again," said Mara "Would you like to come along?"

"No, I'm on a really nice eating jag right now, I'll hang around."

"When will I see you again?"

"It's pretty hard to make plans with people around here," said Chrissa shrugging "But we'll probably run into each other sooner or later. But thanks for getting me fattening up again. I'd forgotten how much fun it is."

They hugged each other, and Mara headed down to the town. Soon she started seeing more people about. There was a really enticing smell in the air. She asked some woman if she knew what it was.

"Some guy took a white," said the women "you know. He wants to get laid."

Oh, that's what it smells like...She followed the smell to a bedroom with a slim, reasonably attractive guy with bright red hair. He had a note by the bed that said "Seek slim to plump girl who wants to gain."

She woke him up.

"Oh, very nice," he said "but much too skinny. I can fix that."

"I thought we weren't supposed to talk."

"Except about...?" he asked.

She remembered...the mechanics of the process. He evidently interpreted this fairly liberally.

"Wait here," he said "I'll be right back."

He returned with a very large fruit, which must have weighed twenty pounds. He weighed her on a scale in the corner of the room...it  read 159. She'd only weighed 126 when she'd arrived!

"All right," he said "now lie down please."

Pillows were arranged on the bed so she was on her side, propped up at about a 30 degree angle. He hung the fruit from the ceiling and adjusted it so the corner of it was right where her mouth was. Then he tore the corner off. A thick white fluid began to flow out gently. It tasted wonderful...kind of like a chocolate brandy mocha strawberry milkshake. She sucked on it greedily. After a minute or so her belly began to grow a bit numb. He had some kind of lotion he was spreading on her skin.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Fattening you up," he smiled "This will help your skin stretch. That stuff you're drinking will help your belly stretch...oh, my..."

Her belly was starting to swell visibly. He entered her from behind as he caressed her expanding belly. He was wearing one of those penile enhancers or whatever they were. She was overcome with pleasure.

"Keep eating," he said.

She obeyed. She felt great, but she hoped he knew what he was doing. Her belly didn't hurt, but it was alarmingly big. She didn't want to explode. Finally her stomach expanded so much it started pushing on the underside of her lungs, making it difficult to breath. She pushed the fruit away. It swung back and forth, covering then with sticky fluid as they made love frantically. After they finished he looked about.

"What a mess," he sighed. "I'll clean it up. You take a bath."

She did as he bid...her belly was so swollen it was hard to walk.

She returned. He had cleaned everything up. He handed her two purple berries. "Two?" she asked.

"It will take a long time to digest all that," he explained. Shrugging, she took them.
 
        She woke up feeling great, as usual.. She also felt very hungry.  The man lay in bed next to her. She went to the scale...163 pounds! Four pounds in one session!

"Nice," said the man. He was looking at the scale too. He motioned her back to the bed, at which point they made love more again, this time without feeding.

She got up, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her belly...it was much smaller than after he'd filled her up, of course, but bigger than it had been before. Her three rolls seemed plumper.

"Want to be my girlfriend?" he asked "I'll help you get really fat."

"How fat?" she asked.

"It's up to you...my last girlfriend got so big she couldn't walk. I had to bathe her, feed her, do everything for her right here."

"Sounds like a lot of work!"

"A labor of love," he said, shrugging.

"I wouldn't think she could have sex if she was that big."

"Oh, there are ways. You have to use different techniques, of course, but I've become quite an expert."

"I bet. What happened to her?"

"Oh, she got tired of being that big. I helped her lose weight and one day she up and left."

"Well," said Mara, getting up "It's a nice offer, but I don't think it's what I want to do."

"How about one more go-round then? We can pack on another five pounds easily."

He looked so eager that she couldn't turn him down. Once again she let him fill her up again until her belly was immense. 

The next morning, when she woke up, her feeder was gone. She went and took a leisurely bath, examining her body and marveling at how fat she'd gotten. As she dressed, she heard a voice calling her name. She went outside.

To her surprise, it was Professor Samuels.

"Thank goodness I've found you!" he said "I'm in a lot of trouble."

"What's the matter?" 

"There's a lot of fuss about your disappearance. I'm a suspect...someone saw you enter my office just before you disappeared. In fact I've been in jail for the past two weeks. I just managed to get out on bail, but it will most likely go to trial unless I can produce you. Could you come back?"

"Back! Are you kidding?"

"Told you you'd like it here," said the professor, looking her over. She suddenly felt embarrassed about her weight, a feeling she'd never experienced before in Schlaraffenland.

"No, I don't mean back to stay," he continued "I've made up a story for you. You've been away with your new boyfriend on his yacht. You're really sorry for leaving abruptly and not telling anyone where you were, but you were afraid they'd be mad about you dropping out of school, et cetera. And you're going back on the yacht with the boyfriend. Bye everybody! Then you can come back."

"But...I can't go back there this fat!"

"Why not? People get fat, even Back There. You may get some funny looks, but it's only for a day or so!"

Reluctantly, Mara agreed...after all, if it were not for the professor, she'd never have gotten to Schlaraffenland in the first place.

It was amazing how much faster she could travel with someone from Back There. Walking with the professor was serious business, not the casual wandering she usually favored. Soon they passed her pie grove. A few trees had indeed been killed off. Several more young trees were already growing. A few of  them even had some ripe fruit. As the professor waited impatiently, she sampled some of the new ones. One was clearly the best. They had no flowers yet, so she couldn't do any pollinating, but she pulled up the others, giving her favorite one room to grow.

The professor wanted to go all the way back to the portal right then, but she was too tired, unused to so much exertion. They stopped, she had a nap and bathed.  They began walking the last two miles.

"I really appreciate this," said the professor "I know it's hard to go back."

"Why were you so careless in the first place?" asked Mara "I mean, I should probably have made up some story and told people before I left, but I didn't think of it...I was so busy trying to figure out whether to come or not. But you...you've done this before. Why weren't you more careful?"

"I usually am," said the professor "I usually don't recruit from around there at all. But you seemed so perfect, I couldn't resist. And you seemed kind of tentative...when you made up your mind, I didn't want to take any chances. I sent you through."

"I don't get it. What's so perfect about me?"

"I noticed you leaving class once. All the other students were charging down the stairs, while you waited for that slow elevator just to go down one floor.  I learned more about you. And...well...I was very attracted to you...and I thought you'd look fantastic if you put on some weight--I was right, you're spectacular--and I guess I was hoping if I looked you up here...well, usually women are very grateful when I..."

"Professor, I hate to tell you--I'm not at all attracted to you. But if you can drop this idea about me going Back There, I'll cheerfully fuck your brains out."

"Not an option," he said, sorrowfully.

"Well, then I'll do it when you get me back here, how's that?"

"I don't think they're going to let me back. I screwed up pretty bad."

Soon they reached the portal. Mara reluctantly walked through.

The next few days were extraordinarily awful. Mara was interviewed by police, and reporters, and even went on television, telling her lame story. She did feel bad though, about how abruptly she'd left before. Several people had been truly worried about her and were quite upset, among them Sheila. She went out to dinner with Sheila and then went to her place to spend the night.

"Okay," said Sheila. They were drinking vodka and chatting. "I saw you in the news. What really happened?"

"That's what happened," she said.

"I know you too well," said Sheila "and by the way, how did you gain so much weight in just two months?"

"He's a good cook, what can I tell you."

"Who?"

"The guy with the yacht."

"'The guy with the yacht'?"

"Yeah, uh, you know, Harry. Look, I'm tired, I'm drunk, I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I've been getting the third degree all day."

"You went there, didn't you?" Sheila said "Shaffenland! or whatever it was..."

"Hunh? No, don't be absurd."

"No, that's it! That's why you were talking about it so seriously...did the professor take you there?"

She couldn't lie to Sheila. She told her the whole thing--it was really quite a relief.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Sheila.

"I'm going back, of course! I hate it here! Hey, why don't you come too?"

"Could I?"

"I don't know...maybe. You'll have to figure out a better cover story than this stupid yacht thing, that's all I can tell you. I'm sure the professor doesn't want to be remotely connected to any more disappearances. Do you want to go?"

"I'm really not sure...I mean, it sounds fun, but I think I might have more adjustment problems than you did. I mean, just sitting around, sniffing flowers and pigging out? And fucking? Is that a way to spend your life?"

"God yes," said Mara wistfully "I can't wait to get back. The food here isn't even worth eating, people gawk at how fat I am, and there's no reasonable way to have sex...how was I ever able to stand it?"

"Isn't worth eating?" they'd just returned from the an all-you-can-eat buffet where Mara had eaten five plateloads. She'd eaten several of the doughnuts she'd insisted on stopping for on her way back.

"I don't know," said Mara "it's almost like I have to eat more of it to compensate for it's being so bad."

She woke up the next morning feeling horrible. Her dreams had been awful. She had a hangover...she'd gotten quite drunk the night before. But alcohol was a poor substitute for pollen.

Then the professor's lawyer came over.

"Professor Samuels is back in jail," he said "the investigation has lead to some suspicions about other disappearances that have been linked to him. He asked me to make sure you don't come and visit him in jail--it would focus more attention on you and look bad for him. He said there's some other business he has to take care of with you, that you know about...he says don't worry, he'll take care of it. You should hang tight."

"Hang tight? Hang tight? How long?"

"I'm not sure. That's all I can tell you."

She couldn't believe it. Here she was, "Back There", fat, trying to kick a pollen habit (she wasn't having withdrawal symptoms or anything, but she missed it pretty badly), and of course she'd been kicked out of school! Her aunt was furious with her--there was no way to ask her for money...and she couldn't mooch off Sheila forever...

Shit, I've got to get a job!

Her first job lasted one day--her laziness had gotten worse when she was in Schlaraffenland and it was almost impossible for her to get much work done. It was so depressing she would have killed herself if there wasn't still a hope of getting back.

A few days later she was in a bookstore, following up a job lead that had come over the phone. A young man who she recognized from somewhere came up to her.

"That book you're looking for is on the third floor, ma'am," he said.

"But I'm not--"

"You know? That folklore book about imaginary countries?"

He winked. She looked at his red hair and realized where she'd seen him--it was the Feeder she'd done it with just before leaving Schlaraffenland!

"Oh!" she said "The third floor?"

"Yes," he said "Take the elevator. You might want to call your friend first? Tell her you found the book?"

"Oh yes, good idea!"

There was a pay phone by the elevator. She called Sheila.

"Sheila, I'm going back! If anyone asks, just say I left town. Chasing a job lead or something."

"Oh, Mara, I'm so happy for you! I know you hate it here."

"Do you want to come too? Maybe I can..."

"No..." said Sheila "You're really kind of messed up Mara. I don't want to be like that..."

"But I'm just messed up here. Back home I--"

"I know, you fit right in. But I don't think it's for me."

She got into the elevator and soon she was back in Schlaraffenland.
 

It was some time later--six months perhaps? Twelve?  Long enough for her original favorite tree to have grown tall and full, long enough for it's descendants to have formed a few fruits of their own--some of which, in fact, were now her new favorites--long enough for Mara's three rolls of fat to have grown and merged into one round, proud,  pot-belly, and long enough for her breasts to become quite magnificent (when she wanted sex now, dozens of men would gather at her window). Mara was leaving her favorite grove to visit some errant pie trees. Somehow, right before her trip Back There, she'd accidentally scattered some seeds in a few places several hundred yards from the main grove. She couldn't ignore them though...they were some of the best.

She ran into Chrissa and greeted her happily--it was the first time she'd seen her since her trip.

"My, you're getting fat," said Chrissa, who quite fat herself "do you like it as much as I told you you would?"

"Oh, I love it!"

"You have quite a bit of pollen there..." Chrissa took out a handi-wipe leaf and handed it to Mara.

"Oh, no thanks,"  Mara giggled "I don't wipe it off now. Who would I fool? Besides, I've got pollen to spread."

"But you know you can..."

"I know, it's more efficient to have vials full of pollen, and pollen applicators, and take copious notes, but I kind of like just being a bee." She giggled again.

"You seem a bit high."

"Oh, I'm always high! If I eat pie while I'm sniffing, though, I keep it under control."

"I heard you had to go Back There for awhile, you poor thing. Did you get things straightened out?"

"I hope so. There's no way I'm going back again. Anyway, the whole time I was there I thought about coming back here...oh, my!" a few of the new trees had just blossomed for the first time. 

She hated to interrupt Chrissa but she couldn't wait any longer, she had to have another pie.  She could eat more pie than ever now. Unfortunately she'd eaten all the ripe fruits on her favorites. This one wasn't all that great...still, if she just concentrated a bit...there it was...pie universe. It wasn't very pronounced though. But soon she would have a whole grove of favorites. The thought made her smile.

"You seem different now," said Chrissa "more self-assured or something."

Mara thought about that. "Yes, I am," she said "before my trip Back There, I was a bit conflicted...I was having a great time, but I felt afraid that I was turning into a...well, a fat, lazy, slutty pollenhead."

"And now?"

"Well, when I was back there, I realized exactly how much I wanted to be a fat, lazy, slutty pollenhead! And now I'm living out my dream!" They both laughed "Anyway, what's new with you?"

Chrissa began telling Mara about the gaining contest she'd been involved in. Gaining and eating contests were fairly popular but they didn't interest Mara...she wanted her body to be a monument to her self-indulgence, not some kind of way to measure athletic feats of overeating.

Politely listening to Chrissa, Mara nibbled a bit on another pie. Oh, this is a good one...she tried a little pollen from the flower along with the pie, and wow...she closed her eyes. Suddenly she was a beach on a pie ocean. Every bite was like a wave of pie coming in and crashing over her...

When she was done with the pie she looked up. Chrissa was walking off. Mara was about to call her back and apologize, but then she realized there was yet another ripe pie on the same tree. There was also plenty of pollen left on the flower...she was the beach again. When she finished, she rubbed the flower in her hair, went back to her grove and spread the pollen to several trees. Then she found three pies she'd somehow missed before.  Soon she was too full to continue. She went to her bedroom, and took a purple. Just before falling asleep,  she tried to estimate how many fruits on her favorites would be ripe when she awoke. Eighteen? Nineteen? Oh, nineteen at least. How many can I eat again...about twenty? Wow, I might be able to eat favorites all day...I can't wait! Though I really should try to get into town one of these days, see what it's like...

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