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"Power Man..." Jester's voice was a singsong, coaxing. Cozening . "Come out, come out wherever you are..."

Crouched between the machinery in Beekman's Candy Factory, you ignored his voice, except to judge how close he was to you. Below you, machines worked filling orders, stuffing rows paper-cupped chocolates into various sized boxes.Meanwhile, across the way, personalized lids were being etched with names in gold foil.

"Power Man..." Jester called again, sounding amused. "Look out, I'm coming to get you..."

He'd already shrunk you down to a mere four inches in height. What else could he have in mind for you? No, it was definitely better not to ask. Jester was like a tornado. Chaotic, wild and unpredictable. This was hardly what you'd expected when you'd gone to Beekman's to order Snowy Owl and The Librarian some Valentine's Day Candy.

Somehow, Jester had been waiting, and when Ricard Beekman had offered you a tour (and a few samples) after you'd done ordering, you'd accepted.

Then, out of seemingly nowhere, you'd been hit by an orange ray and began to shrink. Chased by Jester and his goons, you'd run deeper into the factory, looking for a place to make a stand... or hide. While fighting had seemed like an acceptable choice when you were still near normal human stature, as you continued to shrink, hiding seemed like a much better option.

So, you'd hidden. But you still needed to escape and regroup. Now you were standing over the packing machine, waiting for a chance to drop into box and remain unseen- to escape Jester and his goons.

The drop, from your present position, was formidable. Had you faced a proportional drop from such a height when you were normal sized, you'd have been afraid of breaking a leg, or both, or of smashing yourself into a pulp when you hit. But at your present size and correspondingly light weight, that drop was going to be much less of a worry. Your only true worry was being seen by Jester- or one of his henchmen.

A last look around showed you were unseen as the two orders you'd made came up to the line where you were waiting. With a muttered prayer, you dropped into the passing box and rolled flat as the candies were packed in around and on top of you.

The box filled with the smells of sweet milk and dark chocolate as five whole pounds of it were packed in around you, then a piece of gilded bubble wrap, and the box rolled on through the factory.

Well, you hadn't seen this coming. How could you have forgotten the gold layer in the box? Now, your plan to sneak out of the candy box by using the box as a secure location to scout from was ruined.

Then a few minutes later, you heard the top of the box slide into place. Panting, sweating, you wormed your way up through the layers of chocolate wrappers to push on the top of the box, but it was already too late- the sound of wrapping paper being stretched and taped in place was loud in your ears.

The box, which you had intended to be your escape, was quickly becoming your prison. You felt the shudder as it moved down the line, being wrapped in ribbon and sliding along a series of rollers.

Then, you felt dizzy as the box was flipped end over end a few times as a clear plastic sleeve was wrapped around the outside of the law and secured with tape, allowing the wrapping paper to show as well as protecting it.

Finally flipped back upright, you could feel the box being transported and stacked with others in the shipping section. For a long, long moment, you sat quietly, listening for the sound of pursuit, or of Jester coming to snatch you up and carry you away.

You sat silently, breathing in the scent of chocolates all about you. The smell was a pleasant fog of sweetness, of the same kind that permeated the factory and inside the box. Softly, your belly growled, reminding you that you hadn't eaten since breakfast, and lunch time was quickly becoming a distant memory. And now, you were locked in here with nothing to eat but chocolates. The chocolates that were all around you and filled the air with their delicious scent.

Besides these were for your teammate, the Librarian. You couldn't eat what was supposed to be a present for her, could you? These were supposed to express your gratitude for her help, the way she'd aided you on the cases you worked together.

You only knew this box was for her by its size, but the shape of the chocolates had also clued you in. She loved vanilla buttercremes, and as that was what you'd ordered for her, knowing that she'd probably offer you at least a few. Maybe even feed them to you. The idea of her warm fingers sliding the candies into your mouth, between your lips, and sent a thrill sizzling through your nerves.

You liked that idea of being fed like that, of lying back while she slid candies between your lips and onto your tongue, where they melted into ineffable sweetness and chocolate. Perhaps even more than feeding you... an image of your arms and legs tied to a chair, unable to fight as she crammed chocolates into you sent a surge of pleasure through your body, and her voice, cajoling you to eat, to stuff yourself and grow bigger while your belly swelled and spread and grew had you panting and sweating, wanting it more than you could admit, even to yourself. You hunched over as a wave of hunger went through your body like a tsunami of need, bringing your face within licking distance of one delicious chocolate. The smell of it seemed to coat your mouth and the inside of your lungs.

Even though you knew it was a bad idea, you bent over again and inhaled deeply several times, wanting to eat that delicious scent. Hungrily, you licked your lips and moaned softly. You'd been in here for not even five minutes, and already, all you could think about was stuffing your face with all the chocolate around you. You wanted it so badly, it was an impulse nearly impossible to deny.

Unbidden, your hand slid into the dark brown paper cup to your left and seized the chocolate therein. It was the size of a small cake or one of those massive cupcakes. For a moment, you just held it, feeling its size and weight, inhaling its delicious scent, and then brought it to your mouth, sinking your teeth into it.

A pleasured groan issued from your mouth as chocolate and vanilla buttercreme spilled over your tongue. You barely even needed to chew, just bite and swallow, again and again until it was gone. Your hands rubbed over your stomach as you swallowed the last of it, and you realized your mistake almost immediately. A Single chocolate wasn't going to be enough- not with the scent of them all around you, almost taunting you to indulge.

Your hunger swelled and you grabbed another candy, stuffing it into your mouth, moaning as you ate it, then ate another, rubbing your hands over your belly, which had started to swell outwards. Your potbelly felt soft and squishy, like a comfortable sofa cushion, and you wiggled happily as you continued to stuff your face with the candies, no longer caring about anything but sating your hunger.

It would not be sated, not as long as the wonderful, bewitching smell of chocolate was around you, pushing itself inside you with every inhale. All you cared for, all you could think of was chocolates, and stuffing them inside you as hard and fast as you could.

You ate and ate and ate, moaning as your gut swelled, filled with the luscious taste of chocolate and plenty of vanilla buttercreme. You couldn't eat them fast enough, couldn't get enough to satisfy that hunger that had blossomed inside you for more and more.

"More!" was all you could think as you went on a gluttonous rampage the likes of which you had never experienced before. Tirelessly, you gobbled and gulped as the hours passed, your hands delving into each paper cup to wrest out the chocolate and slam it into you. Only when there were none left did you finally halt your frenzied gorge.

You felt slightly sick, wedged tightly in place inside of the box, the paper wrappers crushed on every side of you, including beneath you, except for your back which was pushed against one side of the box. Wearily, you put your head back, feeling so full you'd burst if you attempted to eat any more.

You couldn't move and didn't want to. Why had you done it? Why had you eaten so much so quickly? You didn't know and could only feel a deep sense of shame at your actions. Your belly was so full and tight that it actually hurt.

The box rocked, and you moaned, feeling sick. How would you explain what had happened to the Librarian? How could you apologize for what had become of your gift?

You pawed through the paper cups, looking, searching for a candy you had somehow overlooked. But you couldn't feel anything, couldn't find any you'd missed. She was going to be getting an empty box full of candy wrappings. Good going, hero- you chastised yourself. Way to ruin a friend's Valentine's Day.

Instead of happiness, you'd deliver disappointment. Instead of friend getting a gift that said you cared, you gave her something that said you didn't care. You'd really put your foot in it this time!

Sunk in depression, you put your head in your hands. What had you done? What were you going to say? What could you say? You felt like that picture, "I made you a cookie, but I eated it" that she'd shown you. You were an idiot. A Horrible friend. An Indian giver.

You barely noticed when your box was loaded into a van with others and driven across the city. The constant starting and stopping only made you feel sicker and more utterly miserable. You were so upset at yourself that it only made you feel even more upset.

Finally, you could feel your package being moved, the box carried out into the street and then back inside, up stairs and along a hallway. There was the sound of a door bell and then a man's voice saying, "Delivery!"

You heard a door open and the man's voice saying, "Sign here, please."

The next thing was the package moving, a door closing, and the Librarian saying, "Peter Manning? Who do I know named Peter Manning?" There was a pause and her, and her voice, relieved, went on, "P... M... Ah, Power Man!"

Well, you'd known she'd get that alias right away, and you heard her cutting through the plastic sleeve and carefully tear open the wrapping paper. "Oh! How nice! A Beekman's box!"

Muzzily, your head swimming from all the sugar you'd eaten, you looked up as she lifted off the top of the box and picked up the gold foil. Her eyes went wide and round at the sight of you. "Power Man?" she asked.

The light made you wince. Not from the brightness, but at the sight of your own body. Massively swollen, you were literally jammed into the box, your belly so huge and swollen that there was no room for anything in the box with you.

Not only were you completely jammed in tight, but you could feel the sides of the box pressing against your belly like it was made of steel, not cardboard. It didn't so much contain you as completely constricted you.

"Yeah," you said in response to her question, your face going red. "Um, hi."

"What happened to you?" she asked, her sharp golden eyes taking in everything, you had no doubt. You brushed at your lips and cheeks. Did you have chocolate smeared around your mouth and on your lips? Then there was your swollen body and the crumpled brown paper chocolate cups...

"Jester," you told her as she tried to pull you free of the box. But you were too swollen, your body jammed in too tightly. After a few minutes, she dug her hand in behind you, curled her fingers around your backside and gently pulled you upwards. You cried out as she slowly pulled you upwards, your swollen gut hurting as it scraped against the box, but you moaned as she finally used both hands to work you free. The moment your belly was above the level of the box, it swelled out another four inches all around your girth, and the feeling of nausea slowly faded.

"Sorry..." you said, gasping. "About the chocolates, I mean." You felt even more ashamed at the sight of your current size.

"No, no..." she said, cuddling your body against her, her hands supporting your back as she rubbed your belly against her soft cheeks and pressed a kiss to your swollen gut in a way that made you moan happily. "This is perfect!" she said with a playful grin, gently stroking your swollen belly. "I love it! You always give the perfect gift!"