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You and Wilford had known each other for quite a while now, and you considered yourself to be one of his closest friends… maybe more? Dark had introduced you both to each other which you were incredibly happy and grateful for – you’d found a dear friend for life.
Of course, you and Wilford being so close had some interesting twists and turns, shall we say? Once in a while he’d come and set you little challenges, or he’d want to play little games with you, none of which he would do with anyone else except perhaps Dark. They were also very close…
Today was one such day where you were going to be given an interesting task or something of the like, you could feel it. How? Well, you’d been with Wilford when he’d been out shopping and he’d bought an incredible amount of candy, far too much to satisfy a small sugar craving. You anticipated that he’d make you give them out to the other egos within a time limit or build an enormous tower without letting them fall over, like sweet Jenga. Sounded incredibly fun… you could go for something like that.
So, anticipating such a thing, you sat in the living room playing Animal Crossing New Horizons on your Switch. It always made you feel so relaxed. Plus, your character was a cute replica of Wilford himself, causing a grin to spread across your face every time you opened the game.
As you began to collect peaches on your island you heard the familiar sound of Wilford’s whistling getting louder and closer. You chuckled as he came in and gave you a gentle kiss to the forehead from above.
“What’s got you so cheery?” You asked, tilting your head up towards him.
Wilford’s moustache rose up as he smiled. “Well! I was thinking, my dear,” He began as he came round and sat down on the couch next to you. “About how much I love you. Thinking about how sweet and lovely you are, and how I don’t spoil you enough.” A lie. Wilford spoilt you rotten.
You raised your brow, nodding. “Go on…”
“I was thinking about how I could make that better and kill two birds with one stone-“ He stopped, lifting his hands in defence at the face you made. “Figuratively, of course!” He clarified. “But… it would make you ever so sweet, my dear.” He added and his eyebrows seemed to wiggle.
This intrigued you no end and you leaned forward, crossing your legs. “What do you have in mind?” You asked.
“Sugar!” Wilford exclaimed, hands being thrown in the air. “Lots of sugar!”
“What are you going to do, throw it over me?” You giggled.
Wilford’s face changed, gasping. “Good idea, but no.” He said, frowning quickly. “I’m gonna feed you candy!”
Now, upon hearing that you stopped for a good minute or two, processing what he just said.
And then it hit you. So that’s what all the candy was for!
You grew a little curious as he got up and disappeared for a little while before he came back with a huge dessert trolley jam packed with all sorts of sweets and fizzy drinks. He wasn’t kidding. Your eyes scanned all of the sweets on the trolley, mouth watering at the sight. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen so much candy at once.
“I made sure to get all of your favourites!” Wilford smiled widely as he plopped down next to you again and brought the trolley close.
You licked your lips, quickly setting your Switch aside and sitting upright so he could feed you easily. “What’s first?” You asked, eager to get into it.
Wilford thought it over before he picked up a large tub of candyfloss. As he cracked it open the sweet, sugary scent of strawberry hit your nose, causing you to salivate. “I think this will do to begin with and then we’ll go onto something a little richer.” He chuckled as he picked up a huge wad of candyfloss, pushing it into your mouth with ease.
The candyfloss instantly began to melt across your tongue, making swallowing it easier still. Instantly you opened your mouth for more, ready to get that sweet taste again. The hit of soft strawberry was so nice, yet not sickly in any way, making you just want more and more of it.
It didn’t take long for the tub to empty and you were already licking your lips clean, ready for the next thing. Wilford pulled out some chocolate buttons next. Again, you ate them with ease, the rich cocoa taste a pleasant change to the sweetness of the candyfloss before it.
Next up was Tootsie Rolls followed by Nerds candy. The contrasting textures kept you eagerly awaiting more, mouth hanging open for the next handful to be shoved in.
Another round of sweets began to be pushed in – sour gummy worms, gummy bears, more chocolate and popping candy. As you chewed your way through you tilted your head at Wilford. “You think I’m getting sweeter yet?” You asked cutely.
Wilford chuckled and nodded. “Of course, but you’re not nearly sweet enough yet!” He said as he carried on putting handful after handful into your mouth, alternating between each candy type so it didn’t get boring.
Once that was finished Wilford’s eyes fell on the largest bags on the trolley – giant pink and white marshmallows. There looked to be three bags. “Now it’s time for the big ones!” He said, grabbing one and tearing it open. Another sweet, sugary hit came up and met your nostrils, making you smile widely.
He took out a few and began to feed them to you one at a time. These were considerably harder to manage, a lot of chewing involved, though you soon got the hang of it to the point where you chewed a couple times and swallowed them down. Convenient and you were able to savour the taste.
But that caused a problem – the marshmallows were incredibly filling.
Only halfway through the bag you could feel your tummy getting full, and by the three quarters mark you felt like you’d had enough. Gently you set your hand on Wilford’s arm, stopping him giving you more. “Wilf, honey, I think I’m done… I’m sweet enough, and full.” You said with a small chuckle.
Wilford pouted. “Oh, but… but we don’t have much more left.” He said. “And I’m sure you can fit them in... look how squidgy they are!” He squashed one to demonstrate and you bit your lip.
“Well… maybe I could do a few more.” You said and against your better judgement you let him continue to feed you the marshmallows.
A couple more and the bag was empty, but Wilford wasn’t done, reaching for the second bag. He began to feed you them in kind, pushing them in one after another, barely giving you time to chew them.
As they went down they began to fill up any empty space that might have been in your tummy, making you feel tight and bloated. The sweetness was the only thing encouraging you to carry on, making you want more despite your belly beginning to bloat slowly. You found yourself rubbing your tummy as you ate, feeling each marshmallow stretch you out just a little more.
By the time the end of the second bag came your stomach was noticeably rounded, though still soft to the touch. You let out a sugary burp, covering your mouth out of manners, though Wilford didn’t seem to notice.
This was when you saw him pick up the final bag, tearing it open quickly. He was already feeding you before you got chance to say anything. The sweetness was quickly beginning to make you feel a little nauseous, though something in you made you want to carry on.
You were slowing down, and Wilford could tell you were struggling. Suddenly you felt a warm hand press into your tummy, rubbing as it stretched out. “Such a cute tum you have.” He said softly as he fed you more.
A slight moan slipped your lips, your belly becoming so much tighter. Your trousers slid down, waistband unable to stay up, whilst your top rose revealing your belly button. Each marshmallow made the gap increase, adding to the fullness you felt.
Eventually the final bag emptied too, leaving you to breathe a sigh of relief. You looked down at the small mound of a belly you had, rubbing to soothe the overfullness. “How about now?” You asked him. “Sweet enough?”
Wilford patted your tummy and tilted his head. “Not quite…” He mused.
Not quite? What else could he possibly give you? There was nothing left except-
“You still have your soda to drink. I made sure it was bubble gum flavour, your favourite!” Wilford grinned, pulling the bottle over and opening it. The fizz made you shudder and he was soon holding it up to your lips.
“Wilf, I don’t think I can do this-“ You said, but he cut in.
“Of course, you can! Just swallow and it’ll be fine!” He said and put it in your mouth.
You had no choice but to drink or else you’d choke, and you had to admit that the drink did make you feel a little better. You hadn’t realised how thirsty you were and the bottle was guzzled down in moments. “More!” You begged.
Luckily, there was a second bottle, which he instantly opened and put to your lips.
Unluckily, all that soda you were gulping down was beginning to react to all of the candy in your belly.
As you drank you felt bubbling start in your tummy, and though you were confused at first, it quickly became obvious as you felt the incredible pressure building.
Not only that, but your belly was blowing up like a balloon. Quite literally in fact.
The soda was creating huge gas bubbles as it collided with the more reactive things you ate like the popping candy and sour gummy worms.
You whined, the pressure growing and growing as your poor belly bloated larger and rounder by the second.
Upon finishing the bottle, you held your belly, feeling it swell in your hands. “Oh god, I’m so full…” You moaned.
Wilford seemed incredibly happy with the result, rubbing and soothing your tummy as it blew up. “That’s it. So round and sweet, full of so much candy.” He hummed.
With so much pressure inside you, your belly was getting hard to the touch, yet still you needed to expand. “I feel like I’m going to pop, Wilf…” You whimpered, leaning back against the couch for extra room.
Your expanding belly stuck out, so hard and round that you almost looked pregnant. The final signal that you were truly at your limit was your belly button popping out.
Wilford was in awe. “Magnificent!” He gasped. “I’ve never seen someone so large… you look like a balloon! A balloon full of candy!” He grinned.
“I feel like a balloon. I can’t stretch anymore. It’s so tight…” You were sure you could feel it still continuing to try and expand, making you whine. “So, stuffed… I’m gonna-“
And then out of nowhere the hugest belch ever forced its way out of you. “Oooh…” You moaned. “That felt so good.”
That relief was short lived as the little space created quickly refilled with gas. Your tummy growled angrily, wanting to get it out for good. You rubbed your lower tummy which was tightening as the candy began to move down with digestion.
“Oh dear, you certainly are a gassy little balloon, aren’t you dear?” Wilford cooed, seeing your poor tummy tighten back up instantly. “Poor little belly.” His hand began massaging your tummy, the gas beginning to move. A couple of stray toots forced out, squeaking a little as they did.
You blushed bright pink, but Wilford didn’t mind. He was focusing on trying to make you feel more comfortable. “My tummy hurts, Wilf.” You whined and he looked at you sympathetically, kissing your forehead.
“I know, my darling.” He replied. “I’m going to make you feel better, okay? You just relax whilst I tell the candy off for making you feel bad.” A small joke that made you giggle softly through the churning and growling of your belly.
Over the course of the next few hours Wilford took care of you, soothing your belly with gentle rubbing and kisses, helping you feel a little less bloated, but still…
…just as sweet as he wanted…