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An Afternoon with Pooh-Chan

     A cool breeze blew through the plains, caressing your skin softly as you lay back in the tall grass that draped across the hillside. The mid-summer day was beautiful, with warm sunshine beaming overhead and barely a cloud in the sky above, an unbroken boundary of bright azure sprawling about the forest you find yourself in. You reflect that it was a good plan after all, taking the day off to just be to yourself. In all the stresses of your life, all the responsibilities, good or bad, it felt good to take a day to just relax and unwind, and what better place to be than the peaceful, seemingly deserted forest which extended for miles, maybe acres.

     As you take in a long, drawn-out breath, sighing as you unwind in the pre-midday warmth, a faint sound fills your ears. Not a sound of whistling wind or wildlife in the surrounding area, but a light, cheerful humming. You lift your head curiously, casting your gaze down the hillside to the plains before you.

     At the edge of the plains, where the grasslands joined the woodland, you see a person come into view. The girl does not seem to have noticed you, bouncing from foot to foot as she hummed her little tune, her blonde locks lolling to and fro in the bonds of their pigtailed styling. You find yourself smiling as you witness the chubby girl as she danced and hummed her song, clearly enjoying herself and unaware of prying eyes. From your place in the brush, you can make out her attire, a brilliant red t-shirt which was just a little too short to hide her pudgy paunch, and a sunny yellow pleated skirt.

     As you watch, the girl looks skyward, eyeing a white butterfly as it fluttered around her head. She turned and twisted, bouncing a little higher in an attempt to reach the winged insect. In the process, she lost her footing and toppled, disappearing into the sea of grass below. When she did not surface after a few moments, you instinctively push yourself up and hurry down to help. When you get to the girl, you find her pushing herself upright, giggling cheerfully with the butterfly resting on her nose. She laughs cutely and blows out, getting the innocent bug to take flight gently once more.

     “Buh-bye, butterfly!” the girl beams, watching the friendly insect as it disappeared into the air once more. She turns her gaze down and spots you stood over her. “Oh, hello! I haven't seen you around the woods before.” She smiles, taking your outstretched hand and pulling herself up. “Thanks!”

     You nod in return and look the girl up and down. Up close, you can see her clothing is a little more worn than you had first thought; some crudely re-stitched seams here, a couple of rips in the skirt edge... Even her brown shoes were showing notable age, battered and scuffed in more than a few spots. You cannot help but wonder how her attire could come to be in such a state. Did she not come from the town nearby?

     “So,” the girl hums, folding her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels sweetly. “What's your name?” She goes quiet as you answer, before grinning. “My friends call me Pooh-Chan, or Pooh for short. Nice to meet you!” As you return the greeting, your words are cut off by a low, loud rumbling. Pooh had the good graces to blush a little as she cradled her middle. “Ah! My tummy's rumbly... But where can I get something sweet?”

     You blink in surprise at the unusual question, but the look of confusion on Pooh-Chan's face has you feeling particularly generous. You pat at your pockets, finding little of interest, but you do manage to find a wrapped candy there. You ponder quietly why this was in your pocket as you offer it to Pooh-Chan. She beams widely as she accepts the small treat gratefully, unwrapping it before greedily gobbling up the goody. She looks bashfully around.

     “You know, there's a honey tree not far from here,” Pooh-Chan says thoughtfully. She turns to you excitedly. “Do you like honey too?!” Before you can answer, she goes on. “Maybe we get some honey together! Come on!”

     The girl takes you by the hand and pulls you along through the woods, her mind set. While it was not what you had expected to be doing, you find yourself curious about the girl and her plan, and so you follow her lead deeper and deeper into the woods, until the two of you emerge in a clearing where a tree stands proudly in the middle, gnarled bark and aged wood twisted into a fairly tall monolith, standing stalwart as a sentinel in this one place. A way up the tree, right in the middle of the broad trunk, was an opening where bees busily buzzed in and out, clearly some sort of hive. Pooh-Chan grinned peering up at the opening with a yearning look on her face.

     “Here we are!” she announced as she stretches up toward the opening, much too high in the tree's rough-hewn exterior for the girl to reach even on tip-toe. She gave a pout and huffed as she returned to the ground. “Bother...” You regard the girl as she raises her fist and gently raps her knuckles upon her forehead, lost in thought as far as you can tell, though it is hard to tell when the only thing which can be seen is her back. “Perhaps... Perhaps you could help me?”

     Pooh-Chan turns with an almost pleading look as she explains her plan.

     “If you could lift me up to the hive,” she explains. “I could get some honey for the both of us! Wouldn't that you like that?”

     While the prospect of a sticky treat was not hugely tempting for you, having eating a short while before coming out to the woods, you find yourself swayed rather easily by the wide puppy-dog eyes and sweet look of desire from the blonde, and after a moment you give her a nod of agreement and crouch to allow her up onto your shoulders. The girl gleefully grinned, thanking you as she shuffled round and carefully clambered up onto your back, and then in turn sat upon your shoulders. You carefully stand, taking into account the hefty weight of the girl perched atop your form, her thick thighs pressed to your ears softly as you go. After a few further moments, the girl moved again, balancing her feet upon your shoulders and standing uneasily. You hold on to her shins as a way to keep her balanced, and gently cast your gaze up to make sure she was in the right position.

     Pooh-Chan had leaned herself forward as soon as she had reached her full height, just about at the right level to reach the opening into the tree. She was pawing at the air, trying to reach her treat, but the gap was a little too wide and her movements were disrupted by attempts to keep herself at this height. You go to move your footing closer to the tree base, but find yourself distracted by the view as Pooh leans forward again, leaning on the misshapen greyed bark. With the positioning and the gravity, the front of her skirt fell forward, leaving you with an unobstructed view of pale, chubby flesh topped by pale blue fabric. The faint forms of strawberries were just visible to your surprised eyes. You linger a little longer, before a stumble and wobble shakes your attention from the sight.

     “Uh-oh,” you hear Pooh-Chan say, just as she leans back sharply, barely avoiding a rush of black and yellow which erupted from the opening. “Woah!”

     The girl's sudden shift had thrown you off balance, and as you stagger back in an attempt to regain balance, but it is much too late for this. Your foot finds a slick spot and your footing all but fails you in a rush, the world going sideways before a dampness settles in on your form, and Pooh's. You push yourself up from the muddy puddle you find yourself in and watch as the bees buzz crossly about the tree, clearly unimpressed by the attempted heist.

     “Oh bother,” Pooh-Chan sighed as she witnessed the situation too. “Perhaps these bees are not so friendly to share their honey.”

     You cannot help but agree as the two of you pull yourselves from the mud and proceed to shake off the thick, sticky substance at the side. Dark patches and a few marks on your clothes hint at the mishap, but nothing a good wash would not correct. Pooh-Chan looks rather perturbed, somewhere between glum and thoughtful, if you had to guess, but the look clears soon.

     “Oh!” she beams. “Now I remember! There's another place we can get something sweet!”

     Once more, the girl takes your hand and pulls you into the woods, disappearing amongst the twisted wooden sentinels heading for some unknown destination. For some twenty minutes, you follow the blue-eyed girl's lead, until she stops at a small hill in the middle of a clearing, straddled by a great ironwood, the vast tree's stunted limbs bared in its practically fossilized state. You think you can see a small fence around the far side of the hill, however the point of interest is not in this direction, but in the forward-facing edge of the natural structure, nestled in which you can make out a round hole which seemed to disappear inside. It was this which Pooh was stood by, looking inside.

     “She's not home,” she muses. “But Rebecca said I could come by for a small smackerel.” She pauses, seemingly considering something. “Uh, would you like to go first, friend?”

     Given the situation of her skirt, you suppose it is a good idea that you go ahead, though you do not know much about this place or the mysterious 'Rebecca' Pooh had mentioned. All the same, it appears you are in for the long haul, so you approach the yawning maw of the hole and carefully climb through. The opening is a little snug, and you reflect that whoever, or whatever, had made it originally must be quite lithe. After a minute or so of careful progress, you find yourself in a small, plainly furnished home, fitted with a kitchenette, a small dining table with two chairs, and a cupboard which appeared to house crockery and some dry-stores. Though simple and rustic, you reflect that the modest home is rather cosy.

     A few soft grunts catch your attention as you turn your gaze back to the hole, or perhaps the right word would have been 'door', as Pooh proceeds inside after you, having more trouble than you had. Her plump frame seems barely able to fit through the opening, and for a moment you wonder if she might need some assistance, but just as you move to offer it, the girl gives a mighty heave, then a yelp as the door lets go of her figure. The girl tumbles inside, landing on her bottom heavily. She blinks twice before standing and smiling. You expected her to go to the cupboard, but watch in surprise as she instead heads to a sitting area, where a full-length mirror stands.

     “Before I eat, I should do my stoutness exercise,” Pooh-Chan announces, more to herself than you, you suspect. You tilt your head curiously at this. “Up... down... up...”

     You watch as the girl proceeds to perform her exercise. She stretches herself up, fingers splayed as her arms extended as far skyward as they could, leaning forward slightly as she shifts onto tip-toes to make herself as tall as possible. In this stance, her ill-fitted top lifting with her shoulders and exposing more of her tubby tummy in the reflection of the mirror. She would hold this position for a few moments, then lower herself so that her arms were pointed forward, and again her stance shifted, but this time in the opposing direction. The girl bent forward, leaning her legs back some as she went, causing her hips to poke out behind her, and reached her fingertips for her toes. You find yourself blushing, once again presented with the sweet, if unusual, girl's panty-clad posterior. It seemed that she was either not used to company, hence the lack of, for lack of a better term, decency, or perhaps unused to skirts and the ease of exposure.

     You note that the girl seems to be humming a tune once more, different to the one from in the field, but the words were not registering in your ears, possibly from the distracting view. You finally turn your gaze aside out of a lingering guilt, and you find yourself reflecting on how unusual this girl is, unlike any you have met before, simple and kindly with a sweetness, but clearly she was quite different to anyone from the town.

     Some minutes pass before you realise that Pooh-Chan is no longer at the mirror. She instead had moved to the cupboard and proceeded to retrieve something. It appears to be a ceramic pot as far as you can tell, a muddy-brown glazed colour to the terracotta. The girl licks her lips in anticipation, stomach growling rather loudly as she does, and proceeds to pull out a further two pots. As she brings them to the table, you note that each pot is brimmed with a thick, syrupy amber-gold substance with a notable sweet scent. Unmistakably, it is honey, and if you had to guess by eye, you would say each pot was around the size of her belly's wider breadth at its widest diameter. You ponder why she has three of the pots, with the considerable content of each pot being more than enough to sate most people.

     “Would you care for some honey?” Pooh-Chan asks you in a sweet tone, but you note a hint of reluctance to the voice. She appears hopeful that you might decline, and being that you are not so hungry, especially for so sweet a treat, you politely decline. The girl beams, plopping down in the other chair at the table and pulling a jar before herself, plunging a hand deep into the pot. “Well, best not waste this then!”

     The girl raises her cupped hand to her mouth, drawing out a hearty handful of viscous sweetness and pouring it into her waiting maw. You witness a wide smile and a sort of dazzle come over her, her bright blue eyes practically starry with amor from the taste of the treat, and she giggles cheerily as she digs in again, helping herself to more honey with haste. Sticky slurping noises echoed through the home as the girl greedily guzzled, smacking her lips with every mouthful as she moved with remarkable fervour to claim more and more of the sweet morsel.

     Your look of surprise and mild amazement goes unnoticed by Pooh-Chan, too engrossed in her delicious meal to pay mind to company, and you find yourself viewing the peculiar but impressive feat as Pooh-Chan takes up the pot in both hands and begins to pour its contents down into her throat directly. From your position, you see Pooh shift her position, leaning herself in the chair unceremoniously to allow more of the treat down to her stomach, which you note is beginning to bulge and softly gurgle as it fills gulp by gulp. It does not take Pooh long to finish the first pot, nor the second, and before you can fully comprehend what you have just witnessed, all three pots sit empty upon the floor around the girl, who now sits in the chair, leaned back and patting her sticky fingers on the taut roundness of her engorged middle.

     “Mm, yummy,” she purrs, her features a little discoloured with honey-coloured residue. She seems to remember herself, clearing her throat softly. “Oh, um, th-thank you for coming with me, even if you didn't want some honey. A meal is always much nicer with company.” You smile softly, finding the words oddly juxtaposed to the single-minded gluttony you had witnessed, but the genuine tone provides a rather unusual warm feeling. Pooh-Chan stands unsteadily, wobbling a little on her legs as she adjusted to her new centre of mass. “Well, I really should be going. Christopher will be home soon, and I wanted to surprise him.”

     Your mind seemed slow to gear on what was going on. As Pooh-Chan turned and moved to the door, you suppose you should do likewise, eyes turned away from the hole which served as the main entrance of the abode as you get up from your seat and move the now empty pots to join a stack in the corner, seemingly where they were kept. By the time the pots were in their new home, your ears detect a soft grunting and huffing, and you turn to find yourself facing the wall where the hole had been, and in its place was Pooh-Chan's round bottom, unceremoniously displayed in her position, bent double climbing out of the opening.

     And by all accounts, as far as you can tell, she is stuck there.

     “Unf...” You barely register the grunts coming from the other side of the plugged doorway. Unbeknownst to either Pooh-Chan or yourself, the doorway had been made oddly, bowing inward slightly as the hole proceeded outside, and it was this narrowed mouth which was fighting the girl as she tried to leave the house. “Oof... o-oh bother... why does Rebecca's door always make it difficult for me to leave?”

     You take a careful step closer as the girl kicks her legs, backside wobbling slightly from its plumpness as she jostled. Her panties are strained from her hefty size, you note, but at the moment you are not so focused on this fact, more concerned by the fact the only exit, so far as you know, is blocked. You gently tap her backside, gaining a yelp of surprise.

     “O-Oh! I-I forgot you were back there!” she yelps. You ask her flatly if she needs help. “Um... I-I think so. The door won't let me go...” You quietly mention something about the three pots of honey now residing in her tummy, and hear a quiet groan. “I-it's not my fault the door is so small! Just... G-gimme a push... please?”

     The girl's tone went from one of protest and denial to one of pleading. You sigh softly, but given the situation, there is little choice otherwise. You gingerly reach out, resting your palms firmly against the pillow-like cheeks jutting from the doorway. You feel a warmth in your face as you lean forward with and push. Thanks to the angle and shortness of her skirt, your hands press on the round backside practically directly save for the thin fabric of Pooh's undergarments. The heat of her skin against yours feels comforting, if a little odd.

     The hole held Pooh quite tightly, refusing as best it could to let the wedged girl leave, but with Pooh pushing on the outside wall, with a notable, almost rehearsed familiarity, and your helping her from behind, you feel the grip wane after a few minutes. You dig your feet into the ground as you twist your torso and give poor Pooh a good shove... then another... then you hear another yelp a a muted 'pop!' as Pooh-Chan finally wiggles her way out of the hole. You follow after her, and though you would not admit it to Pooh, it does feel a little tighter on the way out for you. You head over to the girl and help her to her feet once more.

     “Ah, thank you,” Pooh-Chan says gratefully, smiling softly with a bashful rosiness to her features. “I was worried I might be stuck there for a few days.” You tilt your head at this comment, finding it odd. The girl blushes a little deeper and looks away. “Uh, s-so... I should be going home. But...” She looks to her feet and folds her hands behind her back, rocking gently from her heels to the balls of her feet and back again. You smile softly, finding the action cute. “Um... Well, I... I liked this afternoon, so...”

     Pooh-Chan falls still and looks up at you with curious eyes.

     “Would you... like to play again some time?”

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An Afternoon with Pooh-Chan

     A cool breeze blew through the plains, caressing your skin softly as you lay back in the tall grass that draped across the hillside. The mid-summer day was beautiful, with warm sunshine beaming overhead and barely a cloud in the sky above, an unbroken boundary of bright azure sprawling about the forest you find yourself in. You reflect that it was a good plan after all, taking the day off to just be to yourself. In all the stresses of your life, all the responsibilities, good or bad, it felt good to take a day to just relax and unwind, and what better place to be than the peaceful, seemingly deserted forest which extended for miles, maybe acres.

     As you take in a long, drawn-out breath, sighing as you unwind in the pre-midday warmth, a faint sound fills your ears. Not a sound of whistling wind or wildlife in the surrounding area, but a light, cheerful humming. You lift your head curiously, casting your gaze down the hillside to the plains before you.

     At the edge of the plains, where the grasslands joined the woodland, you see a person come into view. The girl does not seem to have noticed you, bouncing from foot to foot as she hummed her little tune, her blonde locks lolling to and fro in the bonds of their pigtailed styling. You find yourself smiling as you witness the chubby girl as she danced and hummed her song, clearly enjoying herself and unaware of prying eyes. From your place in the brush, you can make out her attire, a brilliant red t-shirt which was just a little too short to hide her pudgy paunch, and a sunny yellow pleated skirt.

     As you watch, the girl looks skyward, eyeing a white butterfly as it fluttered around her head. She turned and twisted, bouncing a little higher in an attempt to reach the winged insect. In the process, she lost her footing and toppled, disappearing into the sea of grass below. When she did not surface after a few moments, you instinctively push yourself up and hurry down to help. When you get to the girl, you find her pushing herself upright, giggling cheerfully with the butterfly resting on her nose. She laughs cutely and blows out, getting the innocent bug to take flight gently once more.

     “Buh-bye, butterfly!” the girl beams, watching the friendly insect as it disappeared into the air once more. She turns her gaze down and spots you stood over her. “Oh, hello! I haven't seen you around the woods before.” She smiles, taking your outstretched hand and pulling herself up. “Thanks!”

     You nod in return and look the girl up and down. Up close, you can see her clothing is a little more worn than you had first thought; some crudely re-stitched seams here, a couple of rips in the skirt edge... Even her brown shoes were showing notable age, battered and scuffed in more than a few spots. You cannot help but wonder how her attire could come to be in such a state. Did she not come from the town nearby?

     “So,” the girl hums, folding her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels sweetly. “What's your name?” She goes quiet as you answer, before grinning. “My friends call me Pooh-Chan, or Pooh for short. Nice to meet you!” As you return the greeting, your words are cut off by a low, loud rumbling. Pooh had the good graces to blush a little as she cradled her middle. “Ah! My tummy's rumbly... But where can I get something sweet?”

     You blink in surprise at the unusual question, but the look of confusion on Pooh-Chan's face has you feeling particularly generous. You pat at your pockets, finding little of interest, but you do manage to find a wrapped candy there. You ponder quietly why this was in your pocket as you offer it to Pooh-Chan. She beams widely as she accepts the small treat gratefully, unwrapping it before greedily gobbling up the goody. She looks bashfully around.

     “You know, there's a honey tree not far from here,” Pooh-Chan says thoughtfully. She turns to you excitedly. “Do you like honey too?!” Before you can answer, she goes on. “Maybe we get some honey together! Come on!”

     The girl takes you by the hand and pulls you along through the woods, her mind set. While it was not what you had expected to be doing, you find yourself curious about the girl and her plan, and so you follow her lead deeper and deeper into the woods, until the two of you emerge in a clearing where a tree stands proudly in the middle, gnarled bark and aged wood twisted into a fairly tall monolith, standing stalwart as a sentinel in this one place. A way up the tree, right in the middle of the broad trunk, was an opening where bees busily buzzed in and out, clearly some sort of hive. Pooh-Chan grinned peering up at the opening with a yearning look on her face.

     “Here we are!” she announced as she stretches up toward the opening, much too high in the tree's rough-hewn exterior for the girl to reach even on tip-toe. She gave a pout and huffed as she returned to the ground. “Bother...” You regard the girl as she raises her fist and gently raps her knuckles upon her forehead, lost in thought as far as you can tell, though it is hard to tell when the only thing which can be seen is her back. “Perhaps... Perhaps you could help me?”

     Pooh-Chan turns with an almost pleading look as she explains her plan.

     “If you could lift me up to the hive,” she explains. “I could get some honey for the both of us! Wouldn't that you like that?”

     While the prospect of a sticky treat was not hugely tempting for you, having eating a short while before coming out to the woods, you find yourself swayed rather easily by the wide puppy-dog eyes and sweet look of desire from the blonde, and after a moment you give her a nod of agreement and crouch to allow her up onto your shoulders. The girl gleefully grinned, thanking you as she shuffled round and carefully clambered up onto your back, and then in turn sat upon your shoulders. You carefully stand, taking into account the hefty weight of the girl perched atop your form, her thick thighs pressed to your ears softly as you go. After a few further moments, the girl moved again, balancing her feet upon your shoulders and standing uneasily. You hold on to her shins as a way to keep her balanced, and gently cast your gaze up to make sure she was in the right position.

     Pooh-Chan had leaned herself forward as soon as she had reached her full height, just about at the right level to reach the opening into the tree. She was pawing at the air, trying to reach her treat, but the gap was a little too wide and her movements were disrupted by attempts to keep herself at this height. You go to move your footing closer to the tree base, but find yourself distracted by the view as Pooh leans forward again, leaning on the misshapen greyed bark. With the positioning and the gravity, the front of her skirt fell forward, leaving you with an unobstructed view of pale, chubby flesh topped by pale blue fabric. The faint forms of strawberries were just visible to your surprised eyes. You linger a little longer, before a stumble and wobble shakes your attention from the sight.

     “Uh-oh,” you hear Pooh-Chan say, just as she leans back sharply, barely avoiding a rush of black and yellow which erupted from the opening. “Woah!”

     The girl's sudden shift had thrown you off balance, and as you stagger back in an attempt to regain balance, but it is much too late for this. Your foot finds a slick spot and your footing all but fails you in a rush, the world going sideways before a dampness settles in on your form, and Pooh's. You push yourself up from the muddy puddle you find yourself in and watch as the bees buzz crossly about the tree, clearly unimpressed by the attempted heist.

     “Oh bother,” Pooh-Chan sighed as she witnessed the situation too. “Perhaps these bees are not so friendly to share their honey.”

     You cannot help but agree as the two of you pull yourselves from the mud and proceed to shake off the thick, sticky substance at the side. Dark patches and a few marks on your clothes hint at the mishap, but nothing a good wash would not correct. Pooh-Chan looks rather perturbed, somewhere between glum and thoughtful, if you had to guess, but the look clears soon.

     “Oh!” she beams. “Now I remember! There's another place we can get something sweet!”

     Once more, the girl takes your hand and pulls you into the woods, disappearing amongst the twisted wooden sentinels heading for some unknown destination. For some twenty minutes, you follow the blue-eyed girl's lead, until she stops at a small hill in the middle of a clearing, straddled by a great ironwood, the vast tree's stunted limbs bared in its practically fossilized state. You think you can see a small fence around the far side of the hill, however the point of interest is not in this direction, but in the forward-facing edge of the natural structure, nestled in which you can make out a round hole which seemed to disappear inside. It was this which Pooh was stood by, looking inside.

     “She's not home,” she muses. “But Rebecca said I could come by for a small smackerel.” She pauses, seemingly considering something. “Uh, would you like to go first, friend?”

     Given the situation of her skirt, you suppose it is a good idea that you go ahead, though you do not know much about this place or the mysterious 'Rebecca' Pooh had mentioned. All the same, it appears you are in for the long haul, so you approach the yawning maw of the hole and carefully climb through. The opening is a little snug, and you reflect that whoever, or whatever, had made it originally must be quite lithe. After a minute or so of careful progress, you find yourself in a small, plainly furnished home, fitted with a kitchenette, a small dining table with two chairs, and a cupboard which appeared to house crockery and some dry-stores. Though simple and rustic, you reflect that the modest home is rather cosy.

     A few soft grunts catch your attention as you turn your gaze back to the hole, or perhaps the right word would have been 'door', as Pooh proceeds inside after you, having more trouble than you had. Her plump frame seems barely able to fit through the opening, and for a moment you wonder if she might need some assistance, but just as you move to offer it, the girl gives a mighty heave, then a yelp as the door lets go of her figure. The girl tumbles inside, landing on her bottom heavily. She blinks twice before standing and smiling. You expected her to go to the cupboard, but watch in surprise as she instead heads to a sitting area, where a full-length mirror stands.

     “Before I eat, I should do my stoutness exercise,” Pooh-Chan announces, more to herself than you, you suspect. You tilt your head curiously at this. “Up... down... up...”

     You watch as the girl proceeds to perform her exercise. She stretches herself up, fingers splayed as her arms extended as far skyward as they could, leaning forward slightly as she shifts onto tip-toes to make herself as tall as possible. In this stance, her ill-fitted top lifting with her shoulders and exposing more of her tubby tummy in the reflection of the mirror. She would hold this position for a few moments, then lower herself so that her arms were pointed forward, and again her stance shifted, but this time in the opposing direction. The girl bent forward, leaning her legs back some as she went, causing her hips to poke out behind her, and reached her fingertips for her toes. You find yourself blushing, once again presented with the sweet, if unusual, girl's panty-clad posterior. It seemed that she was either not used to company, hence the lack of, for lack of a better term, decency, or perhaps unused to skirts and the ease of exposure.

     You note that the girl seems to be humming a tune once more, different to the one from in the field, but the words were not registering in your ears, possibly from the distracting view. You finally turn your gaze aside out of a lingering guilt, and you find yourself reflecting on how unusual this girl is, unlike any you have met before, simple and kindly with a sweetness, but clearly she was quite different to anyone from the town.

     Some minutes pass before you realise that Pooh-Chan is no longer at the mirror. She instead had moved to the cupboard and proceeded to retrieve something. It appears to be a ceramic pot as far as you can tell, a muddy-brown glazed colour to the terracotta. The girl licks her lips in anticipation, stomach growling rather loudly as she does, and proceeds to pull out a further two pots. As she brings them to the table, you note that each pot is brimmed with a thick, syrupy amber-gold substance with a notable sweet scent. Unmistakably, it is honey, and if you had to guess by eye, you would say each pot was around the size of her belly's wider breadth at its widest diameter. You ponder why she has three of the pots, with the considerable content of each pot being more than enough to sate most people.

     “Would you care for some honey?” Pooh-Chan asks you in a sweet tone, but you note a hint of reluctance to the voice. She appears hopeful that you might decline, and being that you are not so hungry, especially for so sweet a treat, you politely decline. The girl beams, plopping down in the other chair at the table and pulling a jar before herself, plunging a hand deep into the pot. “Well, best not waste this then!”

     The girl raises her cupped hand to her mouth, drawing out a hearty handful of viscous sweetness and pouring it into her waiting maw. You witness a wide smile and a sort of dazzle come over her, her bright blue eyes practically starry with amor from the taste of the treat, and she giggles cheerily as she digs in again, helping herself to more honey with haste. Sticky slurping noises echoed through the home as the girl greedily guzzled, smacking her lips with every mouthful as she moved with remarkable fervour to claim more and more of the sweet morsel.

     Your look of surprise and mild amazement goes unnoticed by Pooh-Chan, too engrossed in her delicious meal to pay mind to company, and you find yourself viewing the peculiar but impressive feat as Pooh-Chan takes up the pot in both hands and begins to pour its contents down into her throat directly. From your position, you see Pooh shift her position, leaning herself in the chair unceremoniously to allow more of the treat down to her stomach, which you note is beginning to bulge and softly gurgle as it fills gulp by gulp. It does not take Pooh long to finish the first pot, nor the second, and before you can fully comprehend what you have just witnessed, all three pots sit empty upon the floor around the girl, who now sits in the chair, leaned back and patting her sticky fingers on the taut roundness of her engorged middle.

     “Mm, yummy,” she purrs, her features a little discoloured with honey-coloured residue. She seems to remember herself, clearing her throat softly. “Oh, um, th-thank you for coming with me, even if you didn't want some honey. A meal is always much nicer with company.” You smile softly, finding the words oddly juxtaposed to the single-minded gluttony you had witnessed, but the genuine tone provides a rather unusual warm feeling. Pooh-Chan stands unsteadily, wobbling a little on her legs as she adjusted to her new centre of mass. “Well, I really should be going. Christopher will be home soon, and I wanted to surprise him.”

     Your mind seemed slow to gear on what was going on. As Pooh-Chan turned and moved to the door, you suppose you should do likewise, eyes turned away from the hole which served as the main entrance of the abode as you get up from your seat and move the now empty pots to join a stack in the corner, seemingly where they were kept. By the time the pots were in their new home, your ears detect a soft grunting and huffing, and you turn to find yourself facing the wall where the hole had been, and in its place was Pooh-Chan's round bottom, unceremoniously displayed in her position, bent double climbing out of the opening.

     And by all accounts, as far as you can tell, she is stuck there.

     “Unf...” You barely register the grunts coming from the other side of the plugged doorway. Unbeknownst to either Pooh-Chan or yourself, the doorway had been made oddly, bowing inward slightly as the hole proceeded outside, and it was this narrowed mouth which was fighting the girl as she tried to leave the house. “Oof... o-oh bother... why does Rebecca's door always make it difficult for me to leave?”

     You take a careful step closer as the girl kicks her legs, backside wobbling slightly from its plumpness as she jostled. Her panties are strained from her hefty size, you note, but at the moment you are not so focused on this fact, more concerned by the fact the only exit, so far as you know, is blocked. You gently tap her backside, gaining a yelp of surprise.

     “O-Oh! I-I forgot you were back there!” she yelps. You ask her flatly if she needs help. “Um... I-I think so. The door won't let me go...” You quietly mention something about the three pots of honey now residing in her tummy, and hear a quiet groan. “I-it's not my fault the door is so small! Just... G-gimme a push... please?”

     The girl's tone went from one of protest and denial to one of pleading. You sigh softly, but given the situation, there is little choice otherwise. You gingerly reach out, resting your palms firmly against the pillow-like cheeks jutting from the doorway. You feel a warmth in your face as you lean forward with and push. Thanks to the angle and shortness of her skirt, your hands press on the round backside practically directly save for the thin fabric of Pooh's undergarments. The heat of her skin against yours feels comforting, if a little odd.

     The hole held Pooh quite tightly, refusing as best it could to let the wedged girl leave, but with Pooh pushing on the outside wall, with a notable, almost rehearsed familiarity, and your helping her from behind, you feel the grip wane after a few minutes. You dig your feet into the ground as you twist your torso and give poor Pooh a good shove... then another... then you hear another yelp a a muted 'pop!' as Pooh-Chan finally wiggles her way out of the hole. You follow after her, and though you would not admit it to Pooh, it does feel a little tighter on the way out for you. You head over to the girl and help her to her feet once more.

     “Ah, thank you,” Pooh-Chan says gratefully, smiling softly with a bashful rosiness to her features. “I was worried I might be stuck there for a few days.” You tilt your head at this comment, finding it odd. The girl blushes a little deeper and looks away. “Uh, s-so... I should be going home. But...” She looks to her feet and folds her hands behind her back, rocking gently from her heels to the balls of her feet and back again. You smile softly, finding the action cute. “Um... Well, I... I liked this afternoon, so...”

     Pooh-Chan falls still and looks up at you with curious eyes.

     “Would you... like to play again some time?”