chapter 2: breakfast

The wolf would look around as he had woken up, seeing the Witch come in bringing a cart of food "Don't get up sweetie, just lay there. I decided i'd bring Breakfast to you." She giggles and she pets him, his tail wagging, and she'd begin to cut up the food and begin to fork-feed it to him, rubbing his belly as he ate and continuing to take care of him, giggling "Your so soft... but you could get softer." She says, feeding the wolf more and more "You have to eat everything..." She tells him, continuing to feed him, and as he ate he was beginning to get bigger and fatter, growing larger and becoming slower "Mmm... your so big... but you could get bigger..." She says, encouraging him to keep eating and growing. The wolf could feel his body get fatter with every bite now, and he loved it, feeling himself grow and grow on the bed, and she'd rub his now huge belly, now feeding him a large cake "Last one, sweetie..." She says, feeding him slice after slice. When she was done, his body was quite fat. He was almost too big to get out of bed actually, but it felt great. He wiggled his chubby paws, making his fat body jiggle, and she grin and kiss his forehead "I think I know what i'll name you. Fatty." She says, and makes him jiggle more "My Fatty." She giggles, and he lets out a yawn "Wanna go back to sleep?" She asks, and he nods, not wanting to get out of bed "That's ok. I'll wake you up at lunchtime, Fatty." She leaves the room, letting the wolf rest on the bed and mess with his fat as he fell asleep, once again dreaming, except he was even bigger then the last dream: He couldn't feel his paws, or his tail. He couldn't even move his head, and he was being fed through a tube, his body growing and growing. He didn't want to stop growing, he never wanted to stop. It felt too good... he was so large... he wanted it to be real. But then he woke up to the sound of his Owner opening the bedroom door, looking over at her as she came in. And what she brought with her made his mouth drool...