A hapless adventurer is seduced by a mysterious, ethereal stranger. When they wake up, it's in the shimmering, insubstantial fae realm.
A single piece of advice, given long ago, echoes through their mind: If you eat the food they offer you, you'll be trapped in their realm forever.
Last night was a blur, but they remembered a fruit, its cloyingly sweet smell, offered on the palm of a fairy.
Panicking, they run away, until the shimmering fades and the real world appears again.
Terror still coursing through their veins, they collapse in the grass from relief and gratitude. They walk home in a daze, unaware of the fruit cradled low in their belly.
Despite their ordeal, their appetite has disappeared, and they go to bed on an empty stomach.
In their dreams, mysterious creatures caress their body, sweet nectar drips in copious amounts, and they see that same fruit, offered to them with a cloying smile.
When they awake, something feels wrong. Getting out of bed is more difficult than normal. They walk over to the washbasin, filled yesterday but never used, and splash cold water on their face. On the way back to bed, they pass the looking glass and nearly faint.
Their reflection, clinging onto the nearest piece of furniture, looks haggard and wild. And sitting on their hips is a round, ripe belly, blushing like the sweetest fruit.
They spent hours trying to find the grassy clearing where they stumbled out of the fairy realm that very morning, a lifetime ago. As they searched and searched, their belly grew rounder and heavier. When they tentatively pushed and prodded the soft, taut skin, there was almost no give.
By the time they found the spot, their belly looked overripe and was hard all over.
As night fell, the voice that had led them astray not a day ago whispered through the forest.
By the time they could make out the words, the fairy's hands were feeling their belly and dipping between their legs.
The adventurer gasped, out of pleasure as much as surprise, and watched the fairy retract fingers dripping with golden nectar.
Perfectly ripe, ready for our banquet.
The scenery changed around them, and the adventurer found themself the centrepiece on a long, lavish table. Fairies were all around, already holding sparkling chalices and laughing and dancing.
Their fairy was still between their legs, now pleasuring them until every muscle in their body contracted, and they felt a sudden release of pressure from between their legs, immediately followed by a slick, sticky sensation.
Then something round and fist-sized travelled painfully squeezed out of them, rolling a little ways down the table before the fairy picked it up and took a bite, fruit juices running down their face.
The rest of the night, waves of pain kept coming, muscles contracting around their fruit-laden womb.
Fairies picked up the peaches, berries and apples that pooled between their legs. Sometimes, the pile grew until some fruits rolled off the table. Sometimes, the table was empty, and the more impatient fairies licked the nectar out of them until another fruit was crowning.
Only when morning arrived, and the fairies had tired from their revelry, falling asleep where they sat, was the adventurer's belly finally empty.
As soon as they could stand, they shuffled off the table and made their way out, or what they hoped was out.
The one familiar fairy who started all of this, reclined leisurely on a hollow log, and smirked at the juice still dripping down their naked thighs.
The adventurer caught their breath enough to bite out, 'I'm done. I never ate your fruit, and my belly is empty. I'm returning to my world and I'll never set foot here again.'
That night, sleeping in their own bed, they dreamed of a beautiful, deep-rooted tree. Its branches were heavy with fruit, and the adventurer saw themself sitting against its trunk, fast asleep. The fairy kneeled next to them, smiling indulgently and patting their bare belly.
When they awoke the next morning, they were heavy with fruit again.
