The Magic Straw
by Jon

Karen went about her weekend shopping, her favourite market, was its usual hustle and bustle of human traffic. Stalls all overburdened with fruit; veg and other numerous delights, all wonderfully laid out in an attempt to bring the enterprising handlers her hard-earned cash. They added to this with continuous banter and offers of cut-price bargains. Evan more so now, as at this time of day, it was closing and the stall owners wanted to offload as much stock as possible. The road on this warm summer evening was, in all honestly, too narrow for all the cluttered stalls, yet alone the shops that surrounded them. It was tithing with life, deals constantly being struck, music blaring out of radios and various doorways, the noise of life she mused, and of course, pigeons. She often wondered about them, about their lifestyle, about how when she fed them, no matter how quiet or solitary it was, masses of them would appear out of seemingly nowhere for the offerings of tiny beads of bread. Her full long red hair tied ack in a tail, bounce with each joyous step. Life was good. She had money, a good job and a boyfriend that idolised her. Her young amazon figure glided with a grace attributed normally to those of a lighter frame, not to say that she was fat, nay, Karen is just exceptionally well built with all the right curves in all the right places. She had what had been labelled ‘an hourglass figure’. She wore a loose navy blue one dress that zipped up the back; its style was that of a sailor. It had three white bands around the arms, a large white collar that ended in a bow and ribbon, this in turn led three large white decorative buttons that adorned the front of the dress and she wore matching blue shoes.

In short, she was wearing a maternity dress, because Karen has what she considered an unique quality, she likes to pretend that she is pregnant, not slightly pregnant, but very, very pregnant. Come the weekend, she shed away her working cloths, her working persona, put all her real life woes away and open up her ‘special wardrobe’, as she liked to call it and pick an outfit. She’d then put on her home made harness, padding that gave her that ‘pregnant’ look and then wear whatever she chose for the weekend over it and imagine what it would be really like to have a huge belly. She would never cut corners though; she always liked to imagine herself with the biggest, best belly that she could get away with. Not once did she ever venture out in an outfit where it was loose around her midriff, she had to be bulging outwards as much as her outfit would allow. ‘The bigger the better’ was her motto and the tighter as well. She got a real kick out of projecting this heavily pregnant image and loved to look at her swollen self in the mirror holding and stroking her huge tum.

She knew that most thought of her as mad, but Karen did not care, not once did she make any attempt to hide her feelings from those who knew her. At first she was greeted with looks of puzzlement, some were disgusted by her habits, but most, after a while, simply accepted her for what she is. Karen would shrug her shoulders and say "I am what I am and I like what I am. I am not harming anyone and if what I do bothers you I am sorry, but that really is your problem". Oh sure, some had tried to ‘save’ her, to bring her back to what was considered normal, but Karen got too much of a thrill out of the thought of being so huge. It had struck her as strange at times, why a perfectly normal woman would be into such a thing; she was not a lesbian, did not want kids or to get fat. But when she thought about pregnancy, about big meaty stomachs and breasts, cloths stretched tight over their hugely rounded abdomens, about the heavily waddle and all the effort that went into just moving, Karen became a different person. It made her horny, how she wished she could attain that look permanently; to have her own real huge rounded tum, be forever pregnant looking, she was driven with a desire that she would never be able to explain or achieve. How ironic she thought. In an ideal world, she would often muse, every woman would look pregnant from the age of sixteen and none would question her or make her feel like a freak. A full stomach is such a beautiful thing she often say.

Sometimes she would get sad, feel isolated and alone, society had bestowed ‘an out of bounds’ surrounding the whole issue that she’d never understood, but then she remember Joe, her boyfriend and thank the lord that she’d met someone like him. She had had boyfriends, normal boyfriends, normal boring boyfriends that did not understand her or her desires, but none were like Joe, never like Joe. She’d never dreamed that she meet someone like Joe. Who understood and shared the fantasy. They’d met at art college when she was nineteen and he was twenty-two. She was going through a rough patch, her parents had disowned her over her desires and the other students were relentless in their mockery of her and, as she reflected on from time to time, she was still just an impressionable kid back then.

That was five years ago, now here she was, matured enough to know what she wanted and what she liked, living with a man that shared the same desires, dreams and passions as her. And besides, today was her birthday.

The stall handlers knew of her and her habits but, as long as she spend money, did not really care, they had long ago over come her quirkiness. And besides, in this world, with all it crime, distrust and wars, there was more important things to worry about her little habit.

She was making her way home now after her days outing and as normal, she liked to cut through this market; she’d always kept an eye out for bargains, but today’s little excursion had so far bore little fruit. She had some shopping, bought more out of habit than anything else because she was there, but nothing that she could not have got cheaper at work she tells herself. Then she suddenly noticed a new stall. ‘Strange’ she mused to her self, ‘I thought I knew all the market people’.

The stall in question was rather agreeable to her, a cluttered mish-mash of odds and sods. Junk from all over the spectrum, ranging from cheep tapes to tacky little trinkets of jewellery. Ordinary she’d ignore such a stall, but this one had a name, a name that caught her eye and pleased her. It was called ‘You’re Heart’s Desire’. She smiled at this and then noticed the plump man standing behind the stall watching her, he too, was grinning. He looked about fifty she guessed from his white hair and he wore half moon glasses attached to a cord, a clean white shirt and tie, plus a wine red waistcoat that had a pocket-watch on a chain. He nodded and beckoned her forth. She looked at his charming face, though ‘Oh yeah, what junk are you going to try and pass off on me?’ through a smile and moved closer.

"No junk Mrs Witherspoon" said the man; "It is of the finest quality"

Karen could not believe what she had just heard. ‘He knew my name! He knew what I was thinking! But that’s..."

"All things are possible Mrs Witherspoon" he politely interrupted, slightly leaning forward and pointing with a hand

Her mind raced, ‘What? No. This sort of thing doesn’t happen. Is this a prank? Like on TV? Am I being made the butt end of a joke? I don’t understand’ her mind was racing with possible answers.

"Relax Mrs Witherspoon. I mean you no harm, I am terribly sorry if I have upset you. Here..." He reaches down behind the stall and brings up a cup of tea. "I am afraid that my... mannerisms can be rather unsettling" he said as he passed her the drink. Karen put down her bag of shopping and took the drink. "Earl Grey" she said, "My favourite"

"Hmm." He murmured before continuing, "It is just that there really is no better way to get someone’s attention".

"But how..." She started, but he held up a hand and suddenly she felt as though there was just the two of them, she became aware of how little sound there was, as if everyone was slowing down. She looked around, but everyone was still going about his or her business, it just did not seem as loud.

"Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. Is that not what your farther used to say?" he pleasantly added. "And yes my dear, this is like something out of the Twilight Zone. You would not believe how often I hear that"

"But it is!" She stated. "This sort of thing cannot happen. If it could then...." she trailed off. And he again finished for her. "What? Then there is a god? A devil? Other dimensions? Aliens and alternative realties? Heaven Hell, fairies and the like? Well, I’m not here to answer that or those what’s the meaning of life type questions Mrs Witherspoon. No I am here to ask you to a question".

"What? Oh no. What is it and why me?" she spluttered and realised that she had one had on her tum. Why she did this, an instinct perhaps? She didn’t know, all she knew was that she was nervous, after all, this sort of think just don’t happen, was she going mad? Were all those people that picked on her, her parents, her friends, right to call her insane? Is this is just the next step closer to insanity?

"Relax Mrs Witherspoon. I mean you no harm and I must say that I think that you are handling this very well" he reassured her.

"Why you? Mrs Witherspoon? Why not?" he simply said and then "What do you want Mrs Witherspoon?"

"Pardon?" she asked, a bit taken aback that it was so simple. In truth she thought that it was going to be an unanswerable question. "What do you mean, what do I want?" she quickly added.

He takes off his glasses and puts them into his breast pocket and looks at her in the eye, in her soul. A timeless moment passes between them. And suddenly she is very calm.

"What do you want?" he asks again in his deep smooth voice and she suddenly knows, she just simply knows, to be truthful.

Karen looks down at her padded belly, puts both hands on it and says "This. This is what I want."

He smiles at her sorrow face looks and down at her belly, "No more padding? No more... pretending?"

"Yes" she meekly answers, "No more pretending. But I, I don’t want a child. I just want... the look" and for the first time in many years she feels embarrassed. " I- I" she stutters, looking down at her hands on the dress. How has he done this too her? In such a short time, how has he made her feel so small?

"Relax Mrs Witherspoon. Relax. I am not here to judge you." He smiles at her yet again and she nervously smiles and shakes a little.

"Well let’s see... ah yes. Here we go," he says as he looks down amongst his wears and pulls up a small three inch red and white striped straw and hands it to her. "This is just what you need my dear" he tells her.

"A straw?" she asks taking it with an obvious look of puzzlement on her face.

"Hmm." He grunts enthusiastically, pleased with himself.

She looks at him with one eye cocked, "What? Am I meant to just suck things up until I am huge? Through this?"

"Hmm." He mumbles again, "Exactly that"

"But that’s..." She begins before stopping herself.

"Impossible?" He finishes and looks at her like a disappointed parent. "Now I think that must both agree that today is has been a day of wonders Mrs Witherspoon"

"Yes. Yes your right. It is just so hard to accept you see. I mean I’ve read horror novels and seen films where such things are possible but..." and she had to admit to herself, that her heart was racing. ‘What if this is a cruel joke?’ she asked herself, she did not how she would be able to cope with that. She held in her hand the potential for all her wildest dreams to come true or. No, she did not want to think about that, to be taken in so perfectly by someone only to have the ground swiped away from under her.

She looked at him, her face wanting, her eyes unsure.

"Trust me Mrs Witherspoon. You’ll love it" he says adding, "Here, try it on this" and points to a small cake that she could have sworn that was not there before. "A cake? How can a straw suck up a cake? It’ll never fit through the hole" she states.

"Mrs Witherspoon" he says impatiently.

Karen picks up the cake and with her other hand, puts the straw to her mouth. She pulls back at the last minute saying, "No! I’ll just get fat! I don’t want that, I could easily just pig out on cakes! And besides, I am not hungry!"

"Oh Mrs Witherspoon, Mrs Witherspoon. Have you not often thought about a magic straw that would allow you to suck anything up? A straw that when used would balloon your belly to new records? With no stretch marks what so ever and one that will also allow your body to adjust to it new size?" he pauses, allowing the words to sink in before adding, "You don’t need to be hungry with this Mrs Witherspoon".
Karen had to admit it was true. She’d often fantasised about such things, about stuffing her face full, swelling larger and larger, her belly growing monstrously huge as she swelled. She had dreams where she drank all of the worlds water, sucking up gases, or being stuck on a food processing machine unable to stop eating and growing and, and loving every dammed minute of it.

She looks hopefully at him, "And you say that it’ll all be added here? To my belly? Forever?"

"And ever. Mrs Witherspoon" he finishes.

"So... what’s the catch? I mean, you’re not doing this for the good of it right?" Karen asks him.

The plump man sighs, tuts and shakes his head; "Don’t you want it Mrs Witherspoon? I can easily take it away"
"No!" she snaps, "No. I just don’t understand that’s all".
He takes in a quick intake of air, thinks about what he is going to say next and speaks very slowly, to allow the words to sink in, "Mrs Witherspoon, you have in your hand, all your hearts desire. There is a limit to my patience. You have been asked what it is that you want and I am offering it to you. Now whether or not you take it is up to you. I understand your reservations, these sorts of things don’t happen every day. And when they do, it is very rare. And you have no doubt heard about catches and lost souls in your tales of fiction. But the reality is, Mrs Witherspoon, is that it is happening here and now. And that it is happening to you. Now, I really do have a lot to do today and I would be grateful if you would make up your mind"
Karen puts the straw into her mouths holds the cake to its end and sucks. The straw makes contact with the cake, the instant it dose the cake seems to ‘fold’ into the small hole. Karen watches in amazement as the cake vanishes up the unaltering straw and into her mouth with hardly any effort from her. Then she can feel it entering her mouth - the taste! Delicious! And then rapidly entering her system like a drink. No that was wrong she told herself. More like a lump? Like a liquid lump? Whatever, it felt great! It took less than a second she suddenly realises, funny how adrenaline can make things seem to last longer.

"Hmm!" she exclaimed, "That was fantastic! I had no idea it would taste so good! What did you put into it?" she eagerly asked him.

"Well Mrs Witherspoon, what you just experienced was an attribute of the straw. Whatever you decide to suck up will taste wonderful to you and be instantly processed into your belly"

Karen is looking at the straw in amazement, "Instantly into my belly?" she asks aloud.

"Instantly Mrs Witherspoon. Of course you have to allow the food in question to travel the short length of the straw and then to be added to your waist"

"Yes of course" she answers, but she is hardly hearing him. She is seeing her new life ahead of her, a new life with a massive belly, a real belly.

"There is just one thing Mrs Witherspoon" he breaks in.

"What? I thought you said that there would be no catches" she bites back.

"No Mrs Witherspoon. I said I am sure that you have heard of them"

‘Oh crap!’ she thinks, ‘I’m a goner now’ the straw in her hand, forgotten.

"You can use that straw on any object. On any thing. Whatever you suck at will go down that straw and will be added to your belly. Your body will adjust; as will your current outfit, there will be no pain, no backaches, and no stretch marks. How much you use that straw is up to you. Just remember, that once you start to suck up something, it cannot be stopped or, can be reversed. Once you have swallowed something, that’s it gone for good into your belly. So think carefully about how big you want to get. Now you won’t be needing this anymore," he says holding up the padding that she had on.

"How did..." she begins but is cut in by him.

And the final thing is that at midnight on your birthday – today, I will come and claim the straw back"

And with a blink, he vanishes,

Karen suddenly finds herself standing in the market, a bag of shopping at her feet, wondering if it ever happened. People are taking no notice of her. She looks down at herself, at the now loose dress and then into the palm of her hand, sees the little straw there, and smiles.

She is eager to try it out, moving over to the side of the street, where she finds a small wall on which she places the bag of shopping. She loots through the bag and brings out an orange. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach as she holds up the fruit to the straw and sucks away.

The orange shoots from her hand and is instantly travelling up through the straw which doesn’t distort in the slightest. It hits her lips in an instant and once again she is hit with the thrill of a taste which is unlike anything she has ever felt. She feels the fruit going down into her, far faster than she would have thought possible. "The taste!" she relishes. "I want another".

She looks into the bag again and grabs at the rest of the oranges, while she is doing this she has the straw in her mouth rather like someone would a cigarette. And without thinking sucks a little through the straw, which was facing straight into the bag. Suddenly the whole bag rushes towards her face. And is pulled straight up into the straw and, as the orange before it, is instantly added to her. As it shrinks into the little hole at the end of the straw, she is hit with a sensation like never before, she nearly feels an orgasm as her taste buds are overwhelmed by the taste of the bag and its contents. Her maternity dress fills outwards as her stomach rapidly swells larger. She quickly takes the straw from her mouth and realises she’s panting, her other hand rests on her now enlarged tum. "What a rush!" she says. She looks down at herself, ‘My belly, My big, big belly!’ she realises joyfully. ‘Oh this is fantastic’ she thinks and then looks up.

It is not every day that you see a woman appear to suck up a whole bag of shopping. Her belly, swell up, right in front of your eyes and, needless to say, from their bemused expressions, this is more or less what all the people staring at her were probably thinking. Karen imagined that it must have been quite a sight to see. Embarrassed beyond measure by her predicament, she quickly ushers her way through the questioning crowd, ignoring the quizzical barrage that is now charging towards her and abruptly departs from this place.

Soon she is on a high street and catches her reflection in a shop window, ironically she looks smaller than she did earlier she ponders. ‘But not for long’ she tells herself, caressing her new ‘real’ tum. ‘My God’ she suddenly realises, ‘I’ve just swallowed a whole bag of shopping, how? How can it be possible to swallow plastic bags, tins, fruit and washing up liquid all at once, without getting hurt?" Then, looking down she places one hand under the cup of her belly, enjoying the round swollen feel of it, ‘Still, what do I care? As long as it works’ she thinks.

She can feel a tingling inside of her; she wants to be bigger. Much bigger. She had planned to go home and show Joe the straw, but she could not wait.

"No. No I gotta have it now"

Fortunately for her, she is not too far from her work place and, as being the manager there, Karen knows at this time of day, that it will be closed. She checks her handbag for the keys, hops on a bus that for once is around and wills the driver to go as fast as possible.

The journey takes forever, traffic she swears has come out of nowhere just to delay her, she looks at her watch, 7pm. Loads of time she chuckles.

The buss pulls into the hypermarket, closed and deserted. Karen can hardly wait; she runs the short distance from the busstop, fumbles the keys from her bag and enters, locking the doors behind her.

First things first girl, she tells herself as she makes her way up to her office, once there, she turns off the alarms and puts on the lights. Karen then turns and looks out of her manager’s window and looks at the row upon row of countless foods. She's breathing hard and sweating at the possibilities, the thought of what she might achieve. She’s down stairs in seconds and at the fruit and veg counters. Grinning gleefully she puts the straw to her mouth and picks up a melon off of one of the counters. "Just a little one" she tells herself. She sucks and the straw effortlessly adds the melon to her frame, swelling her out further. "Ohh" She murmurs, rubbing her enlarged belly ‘that was great’ she tells herself, "Hmm. Another" and without picking one up, Karen randomly shucks down another, and then another one and another. All the while her belly ballooning, enlarging more and more as she continually downs the counter full of melons. As soon as she has sucked up one, Karen is already going for the next and is loving every moment of it. She looks down at herself, thrilled at how large she has now become, already she cannot reach around her own tummy. But it is not big enough and looking over at the counter, she sees that it is empty and then she realises that she has swallowed the lot. Not just the melons, but everything on it.

She looks again at herself, suddenly taking in how large, how ridiculously large she has now become. She had intended to be come huge, but she had also planned to make it last a bit longer, she simply got carried away. It was too easy she realised, she had always felt that there was always more room for growth in most pregnant ladies, and she just failed to stop, her eyes wide open at her now seven-foot tall frame. She could only guess at the size of her stomach, it stretched far out in front of her and she could no longer reach around it or see her own feet, when she tried to look down her enlarged hips would bulge sideways outwards. She did not feel strange, she had not even noticed getting taller until now, in fact a mild calm had overcome her as she reached out across her belly and stroked the impossible orb under the now skin-tight dress. She turned and felt the grace bestowed upon her by such a movement as her massive frame effortlessly and yet, almost slowly glided through the air, each step ending ina meaty judder that rippled through her bulk. Karen relished each movement, every sensation of her new form, "I’m so wide!" she gasps, twisting her top half and cheerfully looking down at herself. She had to admit, this was the best she’d felt in years

"How am I going to explain this?" she worryingly wondered as she waddled over to another of the fresh vegetable counters. She had planned to pace it a little better, take a little from here and there, knowing that no one would miss the odd bit of fruit, but now, now she had eaten a whole counter’s worth. And how was she going to explain her belly? No one would believe her story about the little man, even though here she was, swollen up beyond belief.

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