A bigger Red Riding Hood - 1

dishclaimer : this text is related to fetishes, weight gain, stuffing, ssbbw, and a prey-pred relationship ; enjoy if you do, don't read if you don't :p

It had always been part of the very structure of Charlotte's day : She'd wake up, eat the breakfast mommy had cooked for her, and then put on her red riding hood and bring the daily basket of goods to her grandmother, deep in the woods, once back, she'd simply eat lunch and idle at home or stroll around the safe parts of the woods.
Initially, it was her mother who'd bring the basket, she simply brought her daughter along for the trip instead of leaving her home alone ; but as the girl grew older and had always been so used to the trip, mommy gladly let little Charlotte go alone. And thus Charlotte had always been fulfilling this ritual without questionning it.
At some point after her twentieth birthday, Charlotte began to grow, not just bigger or older. Her trim body, so used to walking, started to widen, to soften ; mommy saw her daughter's hips getting larger day after day, her bottocks grow plump and bouncy as well as her bosom, and a firm muffintop even appeared above her belt.
This was nothing too worrysome, at first. Mommy assumed it had something to do with some sort of late puberty aftermath, she prefered to think of it as a step of blossoming into womanhood. She still did reduce the portion of her meals and voilà. Yet, Charlotte's body changes wouldn't reverse, nor stop and not even slow down, the young girl was packing pounds upon pounds, week after week, her frame growing only in width and girth.

To put it simply, Charlotte had been developping a growing appetite. At first she just ate one or two items from the basket, even just to avoid the complete boredom, but then this easy stealing became her main way of silent rebellion against this stiff, plain lifestyle. Now, you give this greedy girl a basket full of food everyday and let her handle it all on her own, most of its content won't make it through the trip. Grandmother was a big woman, and with a strong appetite too, at first the young woman negotiated with her to have mommy pack more food, but once she learned to efficiently forge grandmother's letters, nothing was holding her back.
The basket grew as well as Charlotte but mommy wasn't making the connection. But eventually the big girl just gave up : one day, as she was nearing grandmother's house, she realised that she had emptied the extra-large basket entirely. Too ashamed to bring it empty to her grandmother, she took the logical decision to wait a bit, go back home and pretend she had done the task. Wow, it was so easy ! The next day she did her best to save some from grandmother and told her that mommy had simply forgotten, and, well, that worked.
It got to a point where mommy would forget three to four times a week, and these days, our big glutton of a Charlotte would simply take a nice slow stroll through the woods and devour the fruits and vegetables as mere amuse-gueule, before gorgeing herself with the thick, rich loaves or bread, which she slathered with jam and or butter with her bare hands, and then she'd wolf down bacon or sausages and rince it with apple or orange juice and just find a comfy spot to drop her evergrowing ass and rest, lazily massaging and burping herself. What a sweet life for our big Charlotte !

Yet problems had to come, and they came in pack : one day, Charlotte had to show herself to grandmother with a decent portion, she was truly focusing on holding herself back, and so much that the little girl actually got lost ! Fortunately though, ever so fortunately, she stumbled upon a big, plump wolf who looked at her as if she was a ghost for a few seconds. While Charlotte had stopped, the wolf approached slowly and to her surprise, he greeted her with a charming voice.
« Now what is such a pretty young lady doing alone in these parts of the woods ? Looking for a nice pic-nic spot ? Don't you know about the witches and evil creatures who lurk around here ? » He chuckled, looking straight into her eyes.
« No I- I was on my way to bring this food to my grandmother, but I can't find my way to my usual path… » She said, too tired and stressed to even try to make up some story to leave this encounter.
« Ooh, you're carrying this food for someone else to feast on ? How altruistic of you ! You look like you could use some snack, I see a poor fatigued, growing girl… » He said, walking around her and sniffing and nuzzling her as if he was taking her measurements. « Luckily, I do know of the old-ish lady who lives in a cottage nearby, I do suppose it must be your grandmother ! Want me to lead you there, Charlotte ? Hold on, I'll carry this for you… » He said while snatching her basket handle with his salivating jaw and slowly trotted away.
Of course the young woman didn't have much of a choice, so she followed this oddly helpful wolf as fast as she could. She did notice how srangely plump he was, his round belly swinging heavily, like a bag of potatoes, or something else… But even the fact he seemingly knew her name couldn't scare her away, she simply saw no other possibility than following him, he surely must know his way around this forest better than she did, anyways.
He eventually stopped and as Charlotte caught up, he dropped her basket on the ground and told her the cottage was right ahead. Before she could ask anything, he had vanished behind bushes and let out a long, chilling howl that surely echoed throughout the whole forest. Poor little Charlotte grabbed her basket back and kept going where he had pointed, hoping he'd been truthful.

Surely enough, she did find a way back to Grandma's cottage, in fact, she even found the little house far sooner than she'd expected, and it wasn't exactly the surrounding she was used to but the cottage was undoubtedly here. She knocked naively, expecting to go sit at the table with grandma for a bit before leaving after their chit-chat, but this time the oldish lady seemed to have been excitedly waiting for her behind the door, she almost immediately jumped at her and greeted her with a big childish smile, pinching the young girl's big round, rosey cheeks !
Before she could say anything, grandma had also snatched the basket and was dragging her by her plump arm right to the dinner table. Big Charlotte was shocked and worried at first but grandma's smile was so warm and enthusiastic as she unpacked the goods her granddaughter had brought.
« Erm, sorry I haven't come yesterday, mommy seems to be having more and more memory is- » Uttered the young girl
« Bah ! No matter, now, dear, open wide ! » Grandma commanded, chuckling.
Charlotte frowned, her mouth agape, not knowing if this was a mockery, a strange way of scolding her, some sort of dream or something else entirely, but before she could process this demand, a plump sausage was slid in her mouth, so she just ate.
« There you go, that's my big Charlotte... » Cooed grandma as she was grabbing some strips of bacon. The young girl frowned again but opened up and ate. And this odd scene kept on going until the basket was completely emptied, every single spoonful of jam and butter, every last breadcrumb was fed to a positively flabbergasted Charlotte.
She simply couldn't believe her eyes, and her grandma was looking at her so lovingly ! She hadn't even noticed how beautiful this woman was, she now seemed to be barely in her fourties, her red hair looked brighter, she also looked like she'd lost weight, looking lithesome and acting all spry ; Charlotte felt a pinch as she realized it was only logical for grandma to lose weight since she was eating most of her food…
« Did you enjoy that, sweet tooth ? » She asked with a great, cheeky smile. But the girl was simply blushing like a rose and could barely articulate this mix of utter surprise and pleasure, so grandma chuckled and kept going with her sweet, low voice. « I simply wanted to try… Something new, with you, spend some more time together ; see, I couldn't help but notice that you've been…Hmm : Blooming, recently… » She said, gently putting her warm, delicate hand on the big girl's fat belly and ever so softly patting it, « I figured : why not let her enjoy a well deserved meal instead of taking the food for myself. I'm an old woman, it's my duty to help the newer generations blossom into their best selves ! »
Charlotte was just so happy that she fully accepted this as a very valid and logical explanation to such unusual behavior. After this delightful session of intergenerationnal bonding, grandma let her nicely full daughter waddle away, waving her goodbye with a satisfied smile. And she found the wolf again right where they had first split.
« So ? Is it your dear grandmother ? » He asked naively.
« I do believe she is ! » She answered with a burst of enthusiasm, « Oh ! It was awesome : she fed me everything ! It was all so delicious, and felt so good ! Thank you for helping me there, I don't suppose I could have made it without you ; how could I ever thank you though ? » She giggled.
« No, no… The pleasure's all mine, my big Charlotte ! Seeing you so… well taken care of is enough of a reward, for now ; I mean, look at you : all nice and full, aren't we ? » He chuckled, nuzzling her rotung stomach with his snout. « Do you plan on bringing her these baskets everyday ? » He asked with interest.
And the big girl nodded proudly. « I don't know if she'll act like this everyday, though, she hadn't ever done it before… It was quite the good surprise ! » she laughed, rubbing her stuffed belly.
And the wolf, who had again been circling around her, sniffing with delight and licking his chops, absent-mindedly answered « Oh yeah, no doubt, she knows how to treat a growing girl right, and those who help her. Anyways, if you'll please follow me, my big Charlotte. » And he snatched her empty basket before trotting away again, only to reduce his pace after seeing how fat and stuffed she truly was, and how slowly our plump Charlotte could only waddle. Eventually they did reach the clearing where Charlotte's mother lived and the wolf happily gave an exhausted Charlotte her basket back, and he simply trotted away, wishing her a good day until the next one.
And thus this all became the usual behavior ; the wolf would now wait for her and lead her through a way shorter path to grandma's house, who was now a zealous enabler of her gluttonous habits, what a sweet life for our big, fat Charlotte !