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Pooh-chan and the Honey Tree: Chapter 3

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Chapter 3
The Search for Honey

The walk to the river was not a very long one, but being that it was now
just passed noon and all the poor girl had managed to do is fall out of a tree –
twice – and become covered in mud from top to tail, and all with only a single
handful of honey to show for it, it was safe to say it was the longest walk PoohChan had taken. As she neared the stream, rubbed her belly, growling and
gurgling as she walked. The scoop of honey had not sated her hunger, but had
made her more ravenous than ever. She let out a soft groan at the empty
feeling which accompanied the rumblings of her tummy.
As Pooh-Chan approached the babbling brook, the crystalline water
flowing somewhat lazily ahead, she pondered her situation while unbuckling
her shoes and slipping out of her clothes so that she could clean them up, not
wanting the mud to ruin her limited selection of attire. She wiped the
remaining mud off of her shoes, the thick gloop having mostly dripped off on
the way over to the river, and wetted a hand the carefully work away the driedon patches. Once the shoes were cleaned, she put them on the bank to dry off
properly, then picked up her clothes and climbed into the river to clean her
top and shorts, and herself too.
Pooh-Chan focused on her top and shorts one by one, using the gentle
flow of the water to carry away the worst of the thick mud which had adhered
to the fabric, massaging it between her fingers to help things along. Once the
shirt was finished, she set it on the bank to dry in the midday sun, however
she held onto her shorts as she cleaning them, taking a few moments to assess
the damages exhibited. The seam on the hip right hip was still burst, holding
surprisingly well despite the damage, and the newly formed tear at the back of
the waistband was equally managing to keep from becoming worse despite
how heavy the damage sustained had been. Pooh-Chan had the good graces to
grimace at this, not realizing just how bad the branch had snagged the item.
“Oh bother,” she sighed. “I sure hope Christopher Robin doesn't mind
fixing these again.”
Once she was sure these two spots were the only damages on the shorts,
and the mud was fully cleaned off, Pooh-Chan placed the shorts alongside her
top and set to work cleaning herself up, submerging herself to help wash the
dark mud from her golden locks. The tumble into the muddy place had
thoroughly coated the stout girl, sticking to her pigtails and getting right into
the middle of the masses of hair, giving a slight dark tinge to the blonde. She
combed her fingers through her hair to pull the worst clumps and masses out.
It took the girl quite some time to get clean, but by the time she was finished,
her clothes had dried, and her stomach was growling more than ever. She
pouted as she rubbed her empty belly.
“Please be patient, tummy,” she pleaded as it rumbled and grumbled
under her touch. “I will find something sweet for you, I promise.”
Pooh-Chan could not say for sure where she was going to find
something to make good on her promise, but as she pulled herself from the
river and shook herself off, she knew she had to do something for her poor
tummy. With the excess water gone from her skin, she pulled her top and
shorts back on, once again having to wiggle and almost dance as she squeezed
her round backside into the tight yellow bottoms. The damages made it a little
easier to pull the shorts up, though Pooh-Chan was careful not to be too rough
about her tugging from fear she might pull them apart, so it took a little longer
than that morning to get the shorts on. Once her shorts and top were back on,
Pooh-Chan slipped her socks and shoes back up her legs and onto her feet,
then began on her way home to think of another plan for where to look for
honey for her tummy.
While the blonde girl walked across the plains towards the house, she
kept her eyes open for places that might have some sweet treat around, but she
was distracted periodically by the boisterous burbles of her belly. The walk
only made things worse, and by the time she was approaching the back of the
shared home, poor Pooh-Chan had never felt hungrier. Well, perhaps that was
an exaggeration, but certainly hungrier than she had been in recent times! She
paused a little way from her home, bent double as she held her groaning gut,
trying to will it to be quiet, but as she looked up, she spotted something she
had never noticed before. Since she was approaching from the back of the
house, Pooh-Chan rarely saw this side of the home, but she was certain she
had never seen the mysterious sight before, and promptly moved to
investigate.
Pooh-Chan knelt down at the back of the house to get a better look at
the strange opening. The back of the house was slightly higher than the
ground in front, leaving a small bank, in which the girl had found a round
hole, about the size of a basketball, maybe a bit bigger. Curious about this,
Pooh-Chan shuffled on her hands and knees and peered into the opening,
trying to see what it was, and where it led. As soon as she did, she let out an
excited, joyful gasp.
With her head in the hole now, Pooh-Chan could see a fairly small, cool
room, unlit and without any obvious ways in or out save for the opening the
girl had found, but as her eyes adjusted to the shade, she saw familiar-looking
ceramic pots of ruddy brown and pale cream colour mainly. Though she
could not see inside these pots, she recognised them easily as honeypots, and
her instinctual reaction was to investigate these new-found pots. Without
much more of a thought for things such as why these jars were stored here, or
why she had never seen it before despite her house balancing atop the small
room, Pooh-Chan fed her arms through the opening and started to wiggle her
way inside, squeezing her way through the round opening.
It was a tight fit for the girl. Thanks to Pooh-Chan's appetite and
penchant for sweets, she was rather on the chubby side, and as she climbed
into the hole she found her middle filling the aperture and giving her a soft
squeeze, resisting her movements in the process. The rotund girl grunted
softly as she pressed her palms to the cool, firm wall surrounding her and
tried to pull herself inside while her feet stretched behind her, struggling to
find purchase to push her lower half forwards.
“Mmmph...” Pooh-Chan grunted in protest. “C-come on... let me
through!”
Her grumblings seemed to be answered quickly as her pudgy middle
lurched forwards, coming inside with a jerk. Pooh-Chan grinned, pressing on
once more now that her belly was inside. It was difficult still, her hips and
backside holding in the hole for a while, but with some elbow grease and a fair
bit of squirming, the girl at last popped inside and tumbled into the room,
landing ungracefully on her bottom. She blinked from the rush, then grinned
as she picked herself up and plodded over to the nearest jar to investigate it
properly.
Peering into the jar, Pooh-Chan was pleased to find she had been right
as inside the hefty pot was a thick golden substance, the delicious sweet scent
unmistakably that of honey. The girl did not waste time; she had been trying
all morning to get some honey, and now she had her treat in her grasp, there
was nothing which could stop her. She sat before the jar and plunged a hand
into the mouth, retrieving a thick handful of honey which she pulled to her
mouth to gulp down. As the honey touched her tongue, her eyes lit up. She
beamed, the honey tasting sweet and thick and delicious. It was too good to
waste; surely one jar would not hurt, after all. She took another scoop of honey
from the jar, and then another, her lips smacking as she sucked the sticky
treat from her fingers and palm. The girl enjoyed the treat so much that it did
not take her long to reach the end of the jar. She scraped the sticky remains
from the pot at her lap, then pushed herself to her feet, considering leaving
when her stomach rumbled again.
“Hm... not full...” she pondered thoughtfully, rubbing her soft middle
as it gurgled. “Well... maybe another jar would be alright. There's quite a few
in here.”
It was true, the hidden basement room had around two dozen jars inside, all
seemingly full to the brim bar the one she had depleted already. One or two
jars did not sound like it would be a problem given that, so Pooh-Chan moved
to the next jar and balanced it in her arm, tucking into the second jar with
gusto, once again taking it handful by sticky handful. Her pace seemed to
quicken, her movements getting more frenzied as her appetite began to
overrule her logic. The chubby girl greedily guzzled down the viscous, sugary
snack, clawing out every little bit she could before moving to the next jar and
repeating the cycle. Her hand was sticky from the syrupy goodness, and her
rashness splattered some over her face, leaving golden trails over her cheeks
and chin, but that did not stop or even slow the gluttonous girl.
At about the fifth pot of honey, she decided that taking the treat handful
by handful was too slow for her, and though she was too focused on enjoying
her lunch to properly think, her mind managed enough logic to push an idea
to the forefront. In a moment of brilliance, the girl hefted up the honey pot in
both hands, placed her lips to rim and tipped it up at the base, decanting the
item. It took a moment or three, but gravity started to take effect on the thick
substance within, forcing it to slowly flow down out of the mouth of the jar and
directly into the waiting mouth of Pooh-Chan. It did the trick, and though
slow to start with the gooey honey was soon pouring at a much faster rate than
before. The girl leaned back a little to get the base of the jar higher to pour out
the last of the thick syrup, arching her back slightly and letting the mild
warmth of the honey trickle down her throat gulp by gulp, feeling it flow down
into her waiting stomach.
As Pooh-Chan arched her back, her mouth overflowed slightly, trickling
more honey down her chin and even onto her front. The sticky goo fell slowly
from her chin, down her neck and onto the red fabric of her top, marking the
trails they took on the otherwise cleaned garment, and finally onto her belly,
which trembled and bounced lightly with every gulp. The girl's appetite knew
no limit, and her front was showing it more than she knew.
With every jar she devoured, fully depleting each honey pot in turn,
her belly grew rounder and softer, going from what had been a chubby
plumpness to a full-on fat globe. As her abdomen bulged outwards to
accommodate the volume of treat she was consuming, it began to succumb to
gravity too, falling down and pressing over the front of her shorts and the tops
of her thighs, the distended bulk relenting yet resisting as it maintained its
shear roundness. As time went on, and the day turned to the afternoon, PoohChan heaved the last jar to her mouth and softly patted the base to help shift
the last drops of treat from the ceramic container, savouring the last droplets
she could retrieve before setting the jar down and resting her hands on her
now enormously round tummy, smiling as she sighed with relief.
“Oh... That was so good,” she purred, her sticky hands patting the tight
yet springy surface of her middle. “Are you full, tummy?”
The bulky body part let out a groaning gurgle, as if contentedly
confirming. It was clear that she was full, but there was still so much on her
face and front, remnants of her messy meal which it would have been a shame
to waste. The girl mopped up the remaining stickiness, pawing about her
cheeks and chin first to pull the remains into her mouth once more, before
moving to her front to scoop up what she could. She suckled the last of the
honey from her palm, leaving sticky but invisible mess on her skin, but she
did not mind this. As a finishing action, she dug a finger into her belly button,
deepened by how bulky her gut was, pulled the last drips clear and licked it
happily away.
With that last mouthful, Pooh-Chan felt a low groan in her middle, and
let out a soft 'oof' as she felt something shift, then again, and finally she heard
an almost rubbery squeaking before a faint but sharp 'POP' rang out. The girl
grunted lightly, not familiar with this sound yet curious about what it might
be. She delicately felt about her midsection, and finally her fingers found what
appeared to have been the source of the sound as they felt a small but firm
bump poking out somewhere about the middle of her middle.
“Oh!” she giggled. “My belly button wanted to say hello.” She lightly
squeezed the outward-facing bulge, getting a little more accustomed to her
outie, before looking around to assess the damage. “Oh... That was a lot of
honey. I...”
Now that the haze of hunger which had clouded her judgements was
lifted, Pooh-Chan noticed some things she had not when she entered, like the
selection of other items which seemed to be stored inside, all foodstuffs and
seemingly stored for safe keeping in the dry and dark. She noticed a small
ladder and a hatch which led up, and though it was dark inside she recognised
the wooden barrier from the number of times Christopher Robin had shown
her the reverse and told her not to enter. This secret room was actually the
basement storage for the house, and Pooh-Chan had just munched through the
entire stockpile of honey inside. She bit her lip nervously.
“Oh dear,” she managed. “I shouldn't be here. Oh, Christopher Robin
is gonna be mad at me.” She looked around anxiously at the numerous jars
strewn across the floor, upended, on their side or upright as they had fallen
when Pooh-Chan had let go of them. There was far too many to clean up and
restock now. “Perhaps I should-”
“Pooh-Chan?” came a call from upstairs, and the girl felt herself freeze.
“Are you home?”
Christopher Robin had come home from work it seemed, and if PoohChan emerged from the storage space through the hatch, he would quickly
figure out what she had done.
“I-I'd better go the other way,” she whispered to herself, turning her
attention to the round hole in the back wall and waddling her way over.
“Maybe I can pretend I've not been here...”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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A story where a hungry tummy leads Pooh-chan on a quest up the honey tree and a sticky situation. Big thanks to Stuckfan13 for helping me with this story. Please be sure to check out his other work

deviantart.com/stuckfan13

Keywords
female 662,680, human 62,477, loli 27,303, winnie the pooh 346, pooh 249
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 2 weeks, 5 days ago
Rating: General

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