The Nymph Gathering: stuffing fic: 2nd person POV: food pushing, group stuffing, fairies/nymphs
"I'm glad you came after all, I was worried for a minute I was too forward."
(you tell him you were a little nervous, but couldn't resist coming to a real nymph gathering)
"They can get a little dull to be honest. It's better when one of us can get a human in here. Don't be frightened when they bombard you with questions, we don't get out much."
(you tell him you don't mind. you aren't an expert in "the human experience" or anything, but you'll answer what you can)
a tree steps out of the ground and shifts into a plump, green-haired woman with dark brown skin. a ripple of water jumps out of the nearby creek and takes the shape of a wispy, spry old woman with cloudy hair and a long, thin face. more and more features of the forest crawl out of the ground, the water, the trees, and the air and turn into curious wide-eyed observers of.... you.
"That can't be a real human, it's far too graceful!"
"it looks real enough to me. where'd you find it?"
"do you go to real school?" "do you have a name and pronouns you aren't using?" "what is a profiterole?" "is that your natural hair?" "what do you feed your pet? Like, what do those house animals eat?"
(you try your best to answer all of their questions but find yourself bogged down by the sheer number of them. you find it in yourself to ask them if there is anything to eat around here.)
almost all of them scatter. all except the one who brought you to the gathering. He stifles a chuckle.
"now you've done it."
(you ask him what you've done.)
"hardly anyone asks anyone else to cook as we barely need to eat at all. but now they're excited because they have someone to taste test their nymph attempts at human food."
(you tell him that doesn't sound bad at all and you'd be happy to try a bit of everything)
"you'd better mean that. once they get started feeding a human, everyone will want a turn and it may take some effort to get them to slow down"
(you assure him you'll be fine. after all you missed dinner to come here, so they'll be doing you a favor.)
the elderly naiad from the creek skips toward you carrying a plate of... some sort of dumpling?
"I've been trying my hand at hand pies. Blackberry of course, the superior berry! Try a few?"
(you gladly take one and immediately bite into it. you find it to be indescribably delicious. you regain your senses enough to ask her if it is a hint of lemon you taste)
she nods
(you lick your fingers of the extra pie filling and ask for another, only to find the plate empty and your shirt covered in crumbs of that flaky wo n d e r f u l c r u s t...)
"weren't you a hungry one! I'm sorry i didn't have more."
(you bashfully thank her for sharing.)
a portly satyr runs up to you with a box of something chocolatey-smelling
"oh thank goodness you didn't go anywhere- I mean- you can go where you like of course- only I hope you'll stay and try my- umm I think these are brownie bites? That's what the book I used called them- only the names of things change so frequently I never feel sure of anything-"
(you pop one into your mouth. than another, then two more. your stomach feels almost full, but also like you could eat these light little bakes forever. the box however, rudely refuses to be bottomless. as you feel your fingers hit the bottom, you apologize for taking all of it.)
"think nothing of it! I've never had someone so enthusiastically react to my baking- I mean- if I can make something so tempting you can't resist eating all of it, then I think- I might be winning at baking."
(you assure him he is)
He smiles brightly, then runs off as a small crowd of nymphs circles you, beckoning shyly yet insistently to try a bit of this and that.
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"are you still having fun?"
(you can hardly tell left and right apart as he slides another bite of creamy, cheesy pasta past your lips, so overwrought with sensation and pleasure that you forget where you are. you nod dopily at him, opening your mouth for another bit of that divine pasta dish)
"Good, good. you know we hardly ever find SUCH a willing human to take part in our little events."
(you moan a little, feeling profoundly overfull, but not sick, just tight as a drum, yet so so soft. you wonder how long its been since food wasn't passing your lips. Your belly lets out the tiniest gurgle as you swallow a mouthful of something garlicky.)
a chorus of oohs and ahs erupts from the audience of sprites. they descend upon you, poking, prodding, and gently massaging your engorged belly.
(you blush brightly from the sensation. every touch drawing a series of new gurglings from your gut. as they smooth their multitude of hand across your belly, your mind begins to clear. you begin to realize you really don't know how long you've been here or how much you've eaten. you also realize you don't care enough to stop, or go back. To be pampered and worshiped like this, it feels to good to give up just yet. you let them know you're starting to feel hungry, really hungry again.)
the lot of them scatter again to get more food, leaving you with the individual who brought you to this wonderful place.
"you really like it here? Really and truly?"
(you tell him yes, enough to stay for a long time, and you give him a quick peck on the cheek.)
"AH! hahehee! Ahem....... ok!"
he continues letting out the most genuine, high pitched set of giggles you've ever heard.