This choice: The witch eats Gretel and goes back to fattening Laura. • Go Back...Chapter #9The witch eats Gretel and goes back to fattenin... by: GodofRevels The witch waddled back into the living room, now roughly four-hundred-plus pounds heavier than when she had left. She belched lightly into her hand. That had been a wonderful feast, she thought to herself as she rubbed her own fat gut, thinking of each and every savory bite. With a bit of magic, Gretel was prepared and eaten fairly quickly, at least long enough for the witch to eat without Laura noticing her absence. She heaved her bloated body around as she placed another helping of sweets on the table for Laura to enjoy.
“Here you are, sweetie,” the witch said, her voice dripping with honey. “I made far too much in the kitchen and I need your good little appetite to help finish them off.”
She leaned over to set the last plate of doughnuts on the table, her fat, squishy body pressing against Laura’s. She didn’t seem to notice. “Thanksh,” she said with a mouthful of food that she had already been eating.
Laura did do a bit of a double take. Was the old woman always that fat? She must be, she thought. After all, she was such a good cook. It was more than likely she would get fat off of her own cooking. Laura certainly was. She rubbed her belly, feeling its softness against her fingers. She was really making a pig out of herself, but the food was so good, and this woman was so nice. How could she resist? She began digging into the fresh batch of goodies the witch had left for her.
The witch plopped down into her biggest chair and let herself digest her own large meal. She hadn’t had a feast that great in ages, and it would be quite a while before she thinned out and was hungry again. Plenty of time for this fat porker to eat herself into a little round ball of fat.
As Laura continued to eat, the witch admired her plump little eater, who seemed to be getting plumper by the day. Her round face got even puffier, her neck being swallowed in a second chin. Her plump arms were starting to look like little pink hams. Her fat drumsticks had thickened and were looking particularly juicy. And the witch smiled when she saw the girl’s fat toes wiggle as she savored every sweet bite. Best of all was her tubby potbelly which was getting wider and thicker with each bite. Oh yes, Laura was filling out nicely. At this rate, by the time the witch was ready to eat her, she’d have to be close to half a ton if not more.
Eventually, the feasting ended and Laura grew tired with all the calories digesting in her system. She yawned sleepily. “Oh, I guess I should go to bed,” she said, rising her bulk from the table.
The witch grinned. “Come give me a kiss before bed, sweetie,” she said.
Laura waddled over and kissed the witch on the cheek as the witch gave her a hug, taking time to squish her fat flanks between her fingers. She could eat her right now, she thought. She was just so fat and delicious looking. True, the witch would be absolutely stuffed by then, but it was tempting. Still, she wanted to enjoy her little pig. After all, she hadn’t told Laura the big secret yet, and the witch always loved that part when they figured out how much danger they were in.
Laura heaved herself up and went to bed to sleep off her feasting until her stomach roared for food once more. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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