chapter 3: lunch

The witch came in, grinning at him, and there was a massive feast of food on the trolley. All of it for him. He knew he'd get immobile from this, but he didn't care. He wanted his life to be like this. The witch went over to him "Have a good nap, Fatty?" She asks, petting him and he would nod, and she'd giggle as she would wipe off some of his drool "The food smells good doesn't it?" He nods again, and she would bring the trolley over and kiss his cheek and begin to cut up all of the food and he laid there, not bothering to move as he knew she would hand feed him. Then, she began to do so after cutting most of the food for him, grinning and rubbing his big belly "Look at you... such a good Fatty." She'd say, feeding him more and more of the delicious foods, and his tail would wag as he ate, but the wagging would get slower and slower as he'd fatten up, his whole body softening with each bite. He was getting closer and closer to immobility, and he loved it, letting himself grow. She'd giggle as his muzzle began to get covered in bits of food and crumbs as he ate "You need to be a bit cleaned up later." She says, still feeding him, and as she rubbed his belly his whole body jiggled now, almost so big she could use him as a pillow. She grinned and made him jiggle more "Wanna try to move?" He looked at her and tried to move his paws, but he could no longer roll over or get up, and his tail could barely wag "We're not done yet, though." She began to feed him the rest of the food, his body swelling with fat "Bigger and bigger..." She says, watching him grow "You must be enjoying this so much..." He nods slightly, still eating, his fat body jiggling all over. It was getting so hard to wag his tail now. After he finished, he burped loudly, making his whole body jiggle and she smiled and kissed his forehead "Look at you... can't even move anymore..." She began to clean his muzzle, the wolf's body feeling soft and warm to the touch "...We still have Dinner later too." She says, and he drools upon simply thinking of it and she would giggle "Wanna sleep?" She asks, and he would nod, slightly jiggling from the simple motion "Ok, my Fatty." She'd say, deciding to leave the room as the wolf went back to sleep once again. But, sadly he didn't dream this time. For him, it was simply a few seconds before he'd awaken at Dinnertime.