chapter 2

He laid in bed. He could still feel the second pie the witch fed him rounding him out.

The witch sat on the bed next to him, massaging his doughy gut.

"Oooh, what a plump juicy belly you're getting," she cooed, pressing her fingers into his soft belly flesh rhymthically.

"You've been eating all my desserts like such an eager little piggy!" She squeezed a handful of fat and jiggled his gut.

He dozed off to sleep while the witch continued to squeeze and press his growing belly.

...

He woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls baking. He was laying on his side, his belly resting heavily on the mattress after yesterday's stuffing.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" The witch pulled back the blanket, exposing his large, round form.

The witch sharply poked his belly, and although she was able to press in nearly a foot she seemed disgusted "You are nothing but skin and bones! You must eat! Sit up."

Before he had even fully sat up a large cinnamon roll was shoved into his mouth. He chewed as fast as he could, buttery icing dripped down his chin.
"Eat! Eat! Eat!" He opened his mouth a bit wider to try and accommodate the second cinnamon roll.

The witch continued to feed him in this way, giving him just enough time to swallow before shoving another cinnamon roll in his mouth.

Once the tray was empty the witch began poking and prodding his belly, sizing him up to see how fat he was becoming.

"Still so malnourished!" He felt the sharp point of her fingernail press into his lower belly.

"Nowhere near fat enough to eat."

Another deep poke.

"No, no, no not fat at all!"

She placed both hands on his belly and gently pressed.

"I want much more softness, I want mounds of jiggly, plump flesh."

He sat helpless as the witch jiggled and wobbled his large belly.

"I want you round enough to roll!"

She patted his gut roughly, and although it bounced readily in response to the pressure, she scowled.

"No, this will not do at all. Far too thin."

She disappeared from the bedroom back into the kitchen.