chapter 3

She returned with a tray full of large eclairs.

"I added extra cream and sugar to the filling for my growing boy."

She rested the tray on the bedside table and sat down next to him on the bed.

She gently placed her hand on the largest part of his belly and pressed in with her palm. Fat rose up between her bony fingers as she pushed.

"You are still quite thin, but nowhere near as thin as when you first arrived!"

She jiggled his belly.

"You were so bony! Until you started nibbling on my house like a greedy boy."

She began pressing her fingers into the jiggly fat below his belly button.

"Then you started to get nice and plump, didn't you? Yes, you ate and ate!"

A hard poke.

"We have been stuffing you like a pig!"

A gentle pinch.

"But I want your far larger and plumper. I want you absolutely rotund!"

She picked up an eclair.

"Now, eat." She stuffed the eclair into his mouth.
"Eat! Eat! EAT!"

Another eclair.

"More! Eat!"

His belly was filling quickly, but the witch showed no sign of slowing down his feeding.

"Eat up!"

She poked his belly with her free hand.

"You belly is starting to become so round. We must make it bigger."

Another eclair was at his lips.

"I want more plump, juicy flesh."

Finally the last of the eclairs made it into his stuffed belly.

The witch stopped to admire her work.

His belly was distended and full. She lighly patted it in a few areas, sizing him up, seeing how plump and juicy his belly was becoming.

"Look at my round, greedy boy!"

Another poke and jiggle.

She reached into the bedside table and pulled out her calipers.

She began pinching large sections of fat on his belly.

"Ooh my, look at all the blubber on this tummy."

Another pinch with the calipers.

"Here is where we fattened you up with the donuts!"

Another pinch.

"And here is where the cream pies turned into a luscious, doughy belly roll!"

She continued to inspect his enormous stomach, thrilled each time she found a new roll or bulge.

"Oh, you must be getting hungry!"

"No I'm actually-" the witch put her bony finger to his lips to shush him.

"You are hungry, I can tell by how soft this big belly is. We must fill you up until you're tight as a drum and round as a blueberry!

The witch disappeared back into the kitchen, and he started to doze off, exhausted from being stuffed with rich, fattening food.