chapter 6

He finished the remaining pizza, the twine still wrapped tightly around his round stomach.

"Now, let's see how big we can make those rolls." She smiled wickedly, and began to pull the twine tighter.

He watched helplessly as rolls of fat rose from his midsection. The witch smiled hungrily as she watched his belly fat pop out further and further.

She tied off the twine and began plunging her thin, bony fingers into the bulging fat rolls. His blubber was so thick and soft, she could push in nearly a foot with ease.

"Such a fat, plump boy." Another deep poke.

She picked up a knife from her cart. He was nervous for a moment, until he realized she was just using it to taunt him. She weighed each roll with the side of her knife, bouncing it gently, sizing him up.

"What a glutton you've been! You look like you'll pop any minute."

She very lightly dragged the tip of her knife up and down his belly, being sure to stop and gently press into each roll.

"You will be such a delicious meal, you've turned yourself into such a greedy pig."

She put the knife back on the cart and pressed her palm into one of his larger rolls. She moved her hand up and down and smiled as the other rolls jiggled in response.

"Hmm. A fat, juicy specimen like you is quite rare." She tapped her fingertips against his belly rolls, thinking.

"Although I would love to eat you myself, perhaps I should bring you to the market. There will be many hungry witches there who would give anything for such a large, tasty doughboy."

She pinched a large roll in between her sharp fingernails and shook it.

"Yes, even if I decide not to sell you, I at least want to show off my hard work."

She poked him again.

"And all the poking and squeezing they'll do to measure you will certainly tenderize your belly fat, and make you even softer," another poke, "and juicier."

She went to the kitchen and returned with a small bottle of oil. She began massaging it into the pressed out rolls with her bony fingers.

"If I'm going to show you off, I want you to look extra plump and juicy."

Although he was unnerved by the evil witch's intentions, he had to admit that having the oil massaged into overfed belly felt nice.

The witch stepped back and admired the oiled up doughboy.

She smiled wickedly. "Yes, I think you're ready to be shown off at the market now."