chapter 2

Tucker woke up with a rumbling and empty stomach. Pushing the covers back he began to open his eyes more and look around. He was laying in a huge bed in a small room. There was a large scale on the other side of the small room. While the back of the room had a long window near the ceiling that allowed for light, the opposite site was composed of iron bars and what appeared to be a normal door.
Just as he began to question whether he was trapped the old woman came down the near by stairs accompanied by the most divine smells of breakfast food. She seemed to be carrying a platter of all kinds of donuts and milk. A Large table seemingly appears behind him and as he greets the woman, food begins to appear behind him.
"Good morning there young fellow" The witch said cheerily.
"Good morning" Tucker said while licking his lips. "Mind if I eat while we talk?"
"Of course" she replies.
While Tucker dives into the food, the witch begins to ramble about how the weather has changed outside. Half way through a platter of double chocolate muffins and milk, Tucker notices his stomach is bulging largely.
"Oh fuck, I've been such a pig here. This food is just too good to want to stop" he states.
She giggles and pokes the top of his small stuffed stomach, Tucker notices she doesn't seem to fully see where her hands go.
"That's quite aright young man, many travelers have spent down time eating all my cooking. I don't mind it though," She says with a smirk, "I enjoy their large company."
"You know I've worked on being fit my whole life, and I've always wondered about what it would be like about finally giving in. Maybe, while I'm here I'll just give myself some time to let loose."
"Why don't you get on that old scale over there and let's see how you are now" she suggests.
Tucker walks over in his shorts and waits for the scale to stop flashing. 187.9 he reads aloud.
The witch then releases some of her power while Tucker is distracted to further enchant the food and his appetite. Although there isn't really a storm brewing outside, she decides to use some of her limited magic to conjure an illusion of one.
Tucker, invigorated by the spell returns to his food. Large plates full of pancakes with maple syrup and jam, other plates full of cream puffs and donuts with apples, and large bowls filled with flan and chocolate mousse.
Towards the end of the meal he returns to the big bed to sleep off the food coma that ensues.