chapter 2

The next day, Helen opened her front door to see the girl ambling up the path to her house, looking decidedly lost. She was wearing a private school uniform; a white blouse and plaid skirt.
"Hey, I'm so glad I found a house, I'm so lost and I have no idea where I am or how I got lost," the girl exclaimed upon noticing Helen, "do you think you could help me find my way back to the town?"
"Oh, of course," Helen said with a smile, "but won't you come in for a moment? I was about to have some tea and cake."
"Uh.. yeah, I could," the girl said in an unsure tone. She climbed the porch steps, and Helen was delighted by the way her blouse gaped open between the buttons, the girl's belly pushing it open and putting obvious strain on keeping them fastened. Helen set out two teacups and a platter of small cakes, each cake dusted with a sleeping powder that would knock a grown man out cold in less than an hour.
"My name is Helen," she told the girl, pushing the cakes towards her.
"Brittany," she said, around a mouthful of cake. Brittany was a greedy girl, and she stuffed her face shamelessly, finishing all of the cakes in under five minutes. And then, of course, she passed out. Helen dragged her new pet to the cage she had prepared, and locked her inside. Brittany's round belly rose and fell with each deep breath, and Helen watched, licking her lips. With an appetite like that, Brittany would go from plump to obese in no time, especially if she fell asleep right after eating every time.

When Brittany woke up, she reacted like any girl would in her situation. She screamed, cried, tried to break free, yelled, and cursed. Helen waited for it to die down before walking in to see her.
"Calm down, Brittany. I'm not going to hurt you," Helen said, only half-lying, "I just want to fatten you up for Halloween."
"Fatten me up? What do you mean?" Brittany asked, her eyes rimmed with red from her crying.
"I mean feed you so much that you get a nice, big belly and you can't see your little toes anymore," Helen said plainly, "And if you resist, I will not hesitate to kill you immediately. Understood?"
"Yes," Brittany sniffled, defeated, "But why do you want me to get fat?"
"Because," Helen said, "I want to eat you. Now here's your dinner. Eat up."
She slid a cart through a small door she had unlocked. It was loaded with pies, cakes, muffins, cookies, and other completely unhealthy treats. Brittany looked at Helen with pleading eyes, but picked up a cookie and took a small nibble. Her pupils dilated.
"Wow, this is amazing," she praised, and then began eating as though she had been starving for days. The sweets disappeared into her plump frame and Brittany laid back, feeling so full she was almost sick.
"What a good girl you are, Brittany. I'm sure you'll be fat and juicy by the thirty-first. Keep eating like this and you'll blow up like a balloon."
She refilled the cart and Brittany shook her head.
"I can't eat any more, I'm going to burst.."
"You don't have to eat it right now, dear. Pace yourself. Come over to the bars so that I can feel your belly."
Brittany obeyed and Helen reached through, grabbing a handful of fat.
"Mm, so soft. But too small. I expect you to be much rounder by the end of the week, understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," Brittany almost whispered.
"That's a good little girl," Helen praised, "I'm sure you'll do just fine. You should try the cheesecake before it gets too warm, though.."
Full as she was, Brittany's greed won out. She ate a piece of the delicacy, not knowing that it had been laced with an appetite stimulant.
"Oh, goddd," she groaned as she began cramming the rest of the cake into her mouth, another cake and two trays of chocolate eclairs following.
"My, my, my. What a gluttonous fatty you are. I'll be back in a few hours with more food for my little piggy," Helen laughed, walking away. Brittany knew she was only making herself fat and tender for the witch, but she couldnt help herself. She looked down and patted her distended potbelly, then laid down and rubbed it gently, feeling the swollen orb beneath her fingers. She fell asleep and dreamed of being a huge, round pumpkin that Helen came and picked, but was too big to fit in Helen's car. Helen patted and prodded her all over, telling her how fat and juicy she was, how she'd have to have some men roll her home and how she hoped Brittany wasn't so big that she couldn't fit through the door.
Brittany awoke with a start and looked at the food cart, loaded with treats. She looked for the least fattening thing and settled on a small cookie, then proceeded to eat every cookie on the cart. She was still hungry, so she decided that a bit of french silk pie wouldn't hurt too much.
"How's my little piggy doing today?" Helen asked, watching Brittany as she sat against the wall, holding her bloated belly and moaning softly. The cart was completely empty, and chocolate and crumbs were smeared on Brittany's chubby cheeks.
"Why, look at you! You greedy little hog. Youve eaten everything in sight. It looks like those buttons on your blouse cant hold that fat belly in too much longer. Come over here so I can feel you," Helen ordered. Brittany groaned and slowly crawled over to the bars, her tight potbelly wobbling. Her lovehandles bulged out, and her plump thighs stuck together beneath her skirt. Helen reached through the bars and poked Brittany's arm, then jiggled her belly lightly.
"I'm going to cast a little spell on you today. It's going to be so that none of the pounds you gain will show up on your body until i cast the spell again, and then you'll get them all at once."
"But then I won't be able to see how fat I'm getting.." Brittany said, putting a chubby hand on her round, distended belly.
"Exactly," Helen laughed, "so you'll get even fatter! Now, eat up."
Although she had just stuffed herself, Brittany's belly gurgled in hunger, and she found herself cramming more sweets into her mouth, trying to ignore the way her flabby sides oozed over the hem of her skirt, doughy flesh bulging out from under her shirt.