Slightly longer short stories of feederism/bdsm

"Cellu"ella

A/N this is a continuation from a story on my shorter stories, the first 8 paragraphs are from it, so please support that work as well! Also this will have a part two next week!

"Jesus Christ, Cindy, I'm surprised mother hasn't kicked you out for how much you eat yet." My step sister, Gretchen, snarled across the table.

"I haven't kicked her out solely because I adore her cooking and she's family." My step mother said with mock compassion. I knew she was thinking to herself and that wonderful fortune your dad left behind that I would forfeit if I sent you away.

Truth was, I ate because the feeling of a full belly was the only comfort I had in this world. I knew I was ruining my chances with any suitor, but my step mother had promised that I would die an old maid anyway by not giving her blessing. It would take an act of the king to save me from her torture.

"I'm going to do my chores." I say blandly. I push away from the table to stand.
"Oh but Cindy, you've only had four plates." My other step sister, Veronica, said with a roll of her eyes.
My step mother straightened her shoulders haughtily, "Yes, and you didn't ask to be excused."

I heaved a heavy sigh, "May I be excused so I may do my chores, Step-mother." My voice was laced with attitude.
"Yes and add washing the drapes to your list and clearing the chimney ." She said turning back to her food.

"Yes, step-mother." I say as I leave the dining room. I ran into the doorframe with my wide hips on the way out, causing all three of them to laugh there not-as-thin-as-they-thought asses off.

I worked all day, sweating down my ass crack and struggling to breathe in the late September heat. Cursing every one of them in my head. I shouldn't have to be here, I should be laying back on a sofa doing cross stitch. I'm not a slave. Thinking all of this until I got to the chimney.

"Fuck.." I had climbed down under it so I could shove the cleaner up in it, but I misjudged the opening. I found myself stuck when I had finished cleaning it. "Damn damn damn." I struggled wiggling and trying to back out of the space. I hefted a large breath and tried to deflate myself as much as possible.... and I was still stuck...

Suddenly a light appeared in front of me, it was a mouse carrying a tiny candle. It squeaked in distress upon seeing me, "Oh dear I had wondered where the light went... Are you stuck?"

I assumed my face must've been comical. It was twisted up in the effort not to scream about the talking mouse. I nodded with some difficulty, biting my lip hard enough to bruise it.

It squeaked and two more mice appeared. "We're here to help miss!" Squeaked the fatter of the three. "We have some butter from the kitchen, maybe that will help! Also I'm bob!"

I swallow hard, shocked at the sight before me, "uh, okay, thank you, what are- what are y'all two's names?"

"I'm drew!" The thin one spoke.

"I'm cody!" The inbetween one said.

As they squeezed behind me, I asked, "Why are you helping me?"

"Ever since you've been around the kitchen has been so full, and the mouse traps aren't the deadly ones!" one of them squeaked from my back rolls.

"oh.." I said quietly, starting to feel a little loose. I started wiggling slightly.

"Hey! Hey stop! You're going to crush bob!" Cody said panicking.

I immediately stilled, "I'm so sorry, I just thought it might help.." I waited until the three mice gathered in front of me.

"Alright, now you should be able to wiggle out." Drew squeaked.

"Okayyy." I shifted back and forth until I finally popped out and onto my ass.