chapter 11 (finale)

A football field.

That's how big she is now.

I can't believe it either. Yet here she is, in all her soft, jiggly, unimaginably fat glory. If she were dropped into a stadium, her fat body would probably touch all the seats. Everything about her is just so massive. I mean, her boobs have gotten so huge, she can't even reach past them anymore.

It's been a bit over a month since we first got here. Ever since she first ate the whole house, she's been eating a house a day, plus several dozen candy trees. And thank god the trees respawn as well, otherwise she would've deforested this entire planet by now. The pixies have also been working themselves to the bone trying to make her a big enough breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. They've even had to stop making her a shirt and pants, now only having enough time to make her bras and panties. They've had to supersize all her portions as well. The other day, she ate a bowl of strawberries, and each berry was the size of a small baby. She also ate a cooked duck that was literally bigger than me.

To top it all off, she's also gotten too big to reach for her food. When this problem first arose, I elected to bring it to her myself. I didn't mind too much, since her belly (and entire body, for that matter) is like one huge bounce house, but with no ceiling. Unfortunately, though, I couldn't really carry that much each trip. When I'd bring it to her, she'd gobble it all up, pout, and disappointedly ask, "is that it?" It's also a very lengthy climb to the top of her belly. And unlike most exercises, which slowly get easier over time, this one gets harder. Because each time, the wall of fat gets bigger and bigger. At some point, I finally had to ask the pixies to bring it to her with their levitation magic. And that's been her main method of eating ever since.




As I wake up, I realize something's wrong. I'm not laying down on the valley between two plump breasts. Instead, I'm in a cage. I hear a loud yawn from outside. "Good morning sleepy he--...Hank?" "Greta!" I shout. She tries to stand up, but there's something preventing her from doing so. 8 things, actually. 6 belts wrapped tightly around her stomach, 2 wrapped tightly around her butt, all tying her fat, fat body to the ground. There's also a large cauldron of bubbling water in front of her. "What's going on?" I shout.

Just then, the pixies fly over. "Pixies, help! Something's wrong! I can't get up!" Greta says. "I should certainly hope not. It would defeat the purpose of tying you down, wouldn't it?" "YOU did this?!" she yells, squirming, "As your queen, I demand you release me at once!"

The pixies all laugh, "QUEEN? You really think we'd actually have a HUMAN for a queen?!!" Suddenly, Greta gets a worried look on her face, "w-what's going on?!" One of the pixies responds, "Just like the witch, we can't eat the gingerbread house. To sustain ourselves, we need something from the real world. We need blood." Another one speaks, "but ever since that witch mysteriously stopped talking for 80 odd years, we've been off to fend for ourselves. Feeding off the occasional wildlife that happened to come our way." "Then you came along and killed our queen, and we knew. All we had to do was fatten you up, and we'd be set!" "And thank god we stopped when we did, otherwise we'd have to make a bigger cauldron!"

"FATTEN ME UP? What the hell are you talking about?! I'm literally the skinniest person here!" With a sinister expression, a pixie blows a puff of sparkles at her, and she looks down, "wait, how...how did I....HOW DID I GET SO FAT?!?! I didn't look like this before! What did you do--Oh no, the spell! AAAAAAAAAHH!!!" she shrieks, shocked at what's happened to her body. At what's been happening to her body this whole time, completely unbeknownst to her until right now. The pixies all cackle maniacally.

"The water's all warmed up!" "Excellent! This should be enough to feed us for tens of thousands of years!" "Wait, er, I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Greta warns. "And why not?" "Because," she explains, "the water's too high. If you put me in now, it'll overflow and put out the flame!" The pixies look at the pot, "oh, yeah I guess we should drain the cauldron a bit."

Thankfully, that buys us some time. With the pixies distracted, I walk between the bars. It appears this cage wasn't meant to imprison someone as skinny as me. As evil as they are, thank god our captors are also stupid.

Greta sees me escape. Luckily, though, none of the pixies notice me. Because if even one pixie sees me, the news will quickly spread and I'm done for. Which means I can't try stopping them one by one. Greta, on the other hand, is big enough she could probably stop them all in one felt swoop. If anyone has a chance of stopping them, it's her. And by the look on her face, I think she has a plan.

I quickly sneak over to one of the tethers holding my girlfriend down. Upon closer inspection, the tethers appear to be tied around poles in the ground. I try prying out one of the poles, but it's really stuck in there. I instead decide to untie the tether, and it immediately flies up in the air, no longer having to press so tight against such an enormous belly. I continue untying each belt, continually using Greta's belly for cover whenever the pixies look my way. One of the belts hits me in the eye, and it takes an unbelievable amount of restraint not to howl in pain. I pray to god these pixies are too stupid to count how many belts are left.

After untying the last belt around her rear, the beautiful blonde is finally free. I quickly run back to my cage so I don't get caught. "Hey, uh, pixies," Greta speaks, "what's that in the water?" "What's what in the water?" A scratchy voiced pixie asks. "That, that....thing, it's hard to see cuz it's so deep, but I think something's floating in the water." "I don't see anything." The pixie says, skeptically. Another pixie interjects, "hey, wait, I see it! I think it's....blue?" "That doesn't help much, the whole cauldron's blue." "Nuh uh, it's black!" "Whatever, it's a blackish blue." Another pixie chips in, "Hey, wait, I see it too!" "Where is it? Show me!"

All the pixies come to Greta's end of the cauldron, peering over to see what's supposedly floating in the water. Greta then stands up, runs forward, and pushes all the pixies over with her monstrously huge belly. They all fall into the boiling water, and while I can't see what happens to them from here, none of them get out.

"Hank!" the beautiful behemoth shouts, turning to face me. "Greta!" I run up to her, then spend a good 2 minutes climbing to the top of her fat belly, sprint across her bouncy gut until I reach her boobs, spend another 30 seconds climbing up her lush breasts, and finally run into her arms for a hug. Admittedly, the moment was kinda ruined by the long travel time, but it was still worth it.

"Oh my god, Hank, what happened to your eye?" Greta asks, worried. "One of the belts hit me in the eye," I reply, a hand over my bruise. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I think so. Greta, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before." "Tell me about what?" she asks. "About...this," I gesture to her whole body. "You did, silly!" she giggles, "I just wasn't listening. Anyways, I'm just glad you're alright," she says, lovingly wrapping her fat arms around me. I get lost in her warm embrace. "Thanks for saving me, Greta." "What are you talking about? You saved me! Without you, I'd still be tied up!" "Well without your quick thinking, the pixies would still have us prisoner." "Fine, I guess we both saved each other," she compromises.

I lean in to kiss her, but just as we're about to kiss, we hear a flicker, and some simmering. I turn around and see purple steam coming from the cauldron. I notice that all bubbles have instantaneously vanished, and that the flame had mysteriously gone out under the cauldron. Curious, my obese girlfriend waddles closer to the cauldron. "That's odd....it's cold..." she says as her belly comes into contact with the large pot. As the steam fizzles out, I see a purple, magic-y fluid.

Greta inches closer to try and get a better view of it. Some of her belly fat seeps over the rim, and the moment she comes into contact with the fluid, the liquid gradually loses its purple hue. It looks as if it were funneling itself into her body. "W-what's going on?" Greta asks, concerned as her body starts glowing. For a moment, her body shines bright like a star, before the glow dies down.

After she stops glowing, I put my hand on her face, "Greta, are you alright?" "Yeah...I think so," she replies, putting her hand on my face. Just then, though, "Oh my god! Hank!" "What?" "Your black eye! It's gone!" "Wait, really?" I open my eye, blink a few times, and sure enough, it's healed. "How did that happen? Wait, do I have healing powers?" Greta asks, looking at the hand she touched my face with. "Maybe that purple stuff gave you magic powers!"

She thinks for a moment. She turns to face the gingerbread house, holds her arms out. Then, before my eyes, the house is lifted from its foundation, floats toward us, then is gently dropped on her belly. Gentle as it may be, though, a large wobble spreads across her fat body, causing me to fall over. "This is great! This means I can bring over all my food myself!" she exclaims, giddily, "you know, instead of having to wait an eternity for you to bring it to me, like before."

"I wonder what else I have the power to do..." she ponders. She looks toward where the house used to be. She thinks real hard, and before my eyes, seven more gingerbread houses appear. "YES! Now I can have all the candy I want!!" she exclaims, giggling cutely. "Oh! I know!" she then makes the lake larger, "Yes! Now I can fit in the lake again!" And for the next few hours, she continues testing out her magic, anywhere from making the trees larger to changing the seasons.


"This is incredible!" she exclaims, "I can basically do whatever I want!" "Hey, you could probably even use your magic to shrink back down to your original weight!" I point out. "Why the hell would I wanna do that? This feels AMAZING!" "Wait, really?" I ask. She speaks, "Yeah! I mean, okay, of course I was shocked at first. I mean, I'm literally the size of---no, I'm BIGGER than a whale! How could I not be shocked?" She giggles, slapping
her belly for emphasis. Which, come to think of it, isn't very specific, geographically. She slaps the part of her belly below and to the side of her right boob. Which, in turn, causes a ripple to permeate across her boobs, causing me to once again fall over. "But," she continues, "I gotta be honest...look, I know it's weird, but...I kinda like being fat." "Really?" I ask. "I mean yeah! Feel how fucking soft and squishy I am!" She grabs her boobs from the sides, cupping a big handful on each one. "And look how fucking jiggly I am!" She starts wiggling her boobs side to side, which makes me fall over again. Then she starts jumping up and down, purposefully making her breasts bounce, but incidentally making everything else bounce. I go flying in the air. "Plus, I gotta be honest, I kinda like being the big one for once. There's something about my boyfriend being so much smaller than me that I kinda like." I chuckle, "well, I'm glad to see you're enjoying your new body so much." She giggles cutely.

"So...y-you like it too, right?" she asks, somewhat nervously. "Hey, it's your body." "Yeah...but like, you're kinda stuck with me here. I hope you don't think this is gross or anything..." "Greta, I--" "or, I mean, I guess you're not *stuck* with me, you could leave whenever you want, but--" "Greta! I wouldn't dream of leaving you! Besides, you're just as cute now as you were before. Just, in a different way." "Awww, you really think so?" "Yeah, I love having a girlfriend this soft and bouncy!" I say, jumping on her like a trampoline. She giggles, "even though I could crush you in an instant?" "I know you wouldn't, though." She chuckles, then pulls me in close, "so you wouldn't prefer I go back to my slim, sexy self?" "Nope!" "Not even to a slightly curvier version of my former self?" "Greta, if I'm being honest, seeing you like this is the sexiest fucking thing I've seen in my life." She bursts into laughter, "Wow! So I guess we're *both* freaks then!" I laugh with her.

"Well, I'm glad you like it," she says, "Cuz, if anything, I wanna get even bigger." "Your left boob could literally fill a room and then some. How much bigger could you get?" I joke. She giggles. "Well," she pulls me closer, "you wanna find out?" "GOD yes!" And with that, we share a kiss.