chapter 5: desert, and more... and more... and more

The wolf woke up as the Witch kissed his fat cheek, giggling "Have a good sleep, Fatty?" She then made a huge chocolate cake levitate into his gluttonous mouth, watching him eat and cuddling the fat she could "Mmm... so soft..." She'd mumble, continuing to make food levitate into his mouth "With the spell I made, you should be able to eat everything I feed you..." She says, continuing to massage, cuddle and feed the blob she now called her pet, and she'd smile as she felt it grow as it ate, feeding him more and more of the most fattening foods ever made, his body feeling like it was made of nothing but fat now, jiggling as he consumed and grew. She'd keep cuddling and feeding him, his fatness beginning to touch the walls of the room as he grew "Want to know what comes after Desert? More Desert.... and more... and more..." She'd say, continuing to feed him and make him fatter, his body taking up more and more space in the room as he filled it up with his fat, the floor and walls beginning to groan... but he just kept eating, too gluttonous and greedy to care about anything but food and fatness, the Witch only wanting to make him bigger and bigger. The space in the room got smaller and smaller as the wolf got bigger and bigger, a gigantic pile of flab that barely resembled a wolf now, when almost suddenly... the room crumbled apart as the blob broke through it, pieces of the house landing all over him, the Witch laughing and giggling, rolling around in his fat, making more and more food go into him "Eat, eat, eat!" She'd say, beginning to feed the house itself to the blob, his fat beginning to overtake it and more, the witch making sure he ate and ate, his fat soon pressing against the trees as he outgrew the entire house; But the food never stopped, and the blob was never full. He always wanted more, and the Witch was always wanting to make him grow more. Soon he began to cover the entire forest in his flab, the Witch trying not to get buried in her blob's fatness, but she was in love with how soft and warm he had become. She eventually fell asleep, too comfy to not do so, but the food never stopped, and the wolf just kept eating. He began to overtake villages, then several towns, then cities, the Witch lost somewhere in his fat. He grew and grew, overtaking entire Mountain Ranges and Countries. But he never stopped, his gluttony and greed unending... growing and growing... eating and eating...


(Should I end it here, or do one last part? Up to you guys.)