By: NeptunesReallyWindy
Cherie hummed softly to herself as she walked past various stalls, auburn ponytail bouncing as bright brown eyes observed the various baked goods on display. Today was National Pie Day, which marked the annual pie bake-off her community hosted. Citizens were eager to share the types of pies they made, from decadent cream pies and delightful fruit pies to delectable custard pies and delicious savory pies.
"So many pies…where do I even start?" Cherie muttered to herself. A stall quickly caught her eye, and she made her way over to the vendor. The vendor-an older woman-caught her eye, giving her a small and welcoming smile.
"Well, good afternoon! Care for some coconut cream pie?" She asked, gesturing to the prepackaged slices on display. Cherie nodded eagerly, quick to pull out her wallet. After purchasing a slice and exchanging swift pleasantries, Cherie walked away and wasted no time digging in.
"Oh, this is so good." Cherie sighed around a mouthful of flaky coconut and vanilla goodness. The whipped cream was so soft it practically melted in her mouth. "The toasted coconut is divine. This is blue-ribbon worthy for sure."
As she continued walking and finished off the pie slice, she made her way to another stall. It was occupied by an elderly couple, promoting a variety of fruit pies. "Oh, these look absolutely wonderful!" Cherie exclaimed, unable to stop herself from licking her lips. "What kind of fruits did you use for these pies?"
The older man smiled softly at her, picking up a knife to cut a slice. "We have the typical choices like apple, strawberry and blueberries, plus some not so typical ones." He said, placing the slice on a paper plate.
"This one right here is a combination of nectarine, plum, and raspberries." His wife chimed in, taking Cherie's payment as she took the offered slice from the older man. Taking a bite of the pie, Cherie's eyes fluttered closed as the tart, buttery flavor coated her tongue. "Wow, I never thought these flavors could go together!" She said, taking another huge bite of pie.
She continued walking around the stalls, this time a bit slower after two slices of pie.
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"Those slices of pie sure are filling. Maybe I should find somewhere to sit down." Cherie said, resting a hand on her stomach as it let out a loud gurgle of digestion.
Cherie began to look for a place to sit down, spotting a vacant picnic table. Just as she was about to make her way over, an enticing smell caught her attention. It was another pie stall, but this one was serving both custard and savory pies. Curious, Cherie made her way over to check it out.
This stall's vendor was a man around her age. He greeted her with a nod and gestured to his display of pies. "Welcome! I got a wonderful buttermilk pie the way my grandma used to make 'em, or would you rather have a tasty country mince pie?"
Despite the fullness of her stomach, the greedy part of Cherie's mind was rather adamant. "Well…how about both of them?"
The man's smile widened. "You got it, ma'am!"
For the third time in less than two hours, Cherie bought herself some more pie. With the two slices of pie in her grasp, she made her way over to the picnic area to eat her fill. The buttermilk pie looked positively beautiful, the crust a stunning golden brown. The mince pie looked just as great, filled to the brim with dried fruit.
Cherie didn't waste any time digging into the baked goods, moaning in delight with each bite. Once she finished the slices of pie, she let out a heavy and satisfied sigh.
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"God, that was good pie." She mumbled to herself, letting out a belch as her taut stomach continued to grumble loudly. There was no denying that she was definitely full now. As her stomach continued to digest all the pie she ate, Cherie busied herself with people-watching.
It was a calm and peaceful moment…at least for twenty minutes.
Cherie was relaxing, lulled by the sounds of happy pie-lovers and the smells of pies yet to be tasted. Her stomach had worked through most of the pie, leaving a dull weight in her gut. The squeal of the fair ground speakers pulled Cherie out of her rest, a crackling voice erupting from the speakers.
"Attention Pie Day enjoyers! Please make your way to the main tents for the announcement of the pie contest winners! Again, please make your way to the main tents!"
"Guess that means it's time to get up." Cherie said with a sigh. But just as she was moving to stand up from the picnic table, she let out a sharp wince.
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"Oh, that didn't feel too good." Cherie grunted, her stomach groaning. The weight in her gut became slightly uncomfortable, shifting through her intestines.
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"Fuck, I guess all that pie wasn't a good idea." She panted, eyes darting around. She hoped that there would be a portable toilet nearby, a sigh of relief escaping her as she spotted one not too far away. "Thank goodness there's a toilet close by."
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A sigh wasn't the only thing escaping her, a spluttery fart bubbling into her jeans. "O-Oh no." Cherie whined, clenching her asshole tight. She quickly left the picnic area, speed-walking towards the portable toilets.
Thankfully, one of them was empty, and Cherie frantically claimed it. Locking the door, she wriggled down her jeans and squatted over the toilet.
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"Whew! That was close." Cherie groaned, letting out a couple more farts followed by a slick and ripe log. It fell into the toilet with an audible splatter, making Cherie blush in slight embarrassment.
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Cherie pushed out another bout of sharp-smelling gas and soft turds, the smell permeating the small space. "Fuck, please let this end." She whimpered, thighs trembling.
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"Here comes round two." She muttered, before bearing down with a grunt.
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"Oh, that was a big one." Cherie sighed, grimacing as some of the toilet water splashed up.
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After pushing out more rancid farts and coiling logs, Cherie patted her now flat stomach. Reaching over to grab some toilet paper, it took about five wipes before she felt clean. Standing back up, Cherie peered into the toilet to see the results of her gluttony. Various shades of brown filled the toilet, and the whole space smelled absolutely foul.
"Ugh, why does something that tastes so good feel so horrible coming out?" Cherie muttered, pulling her jeans up and flushed.
Unlocking the toilet door, Cherie stepped out and took a deep breath of fresh air. "I feel so much better after that! Now it's time to see the contest winners."
As she began to walk, she passed by a stall that was selling slices of chicken pot pie. She paused, tilting her head to the side as she stared at the stall.
"And maybe…enjoy some more pie before the day's over." She added, giggling to herself as she resumed walking through the fairgrounds.