chapter 4

I wake up the next morning on the same couch. Greta’s in the other room, hungrily gobbling up a stack of pancakes. I stand up, arms stretched out and yawning. “Good morning sleepy head!” she playfully greets me with another of her contagious smiles. “Morning, Greta,” I reply, smiling back at her, “how'd you sleep?” “Great! You?” “Pretty goo—” I utter, before nearly tripping on the coffee table. Wait...

“Um, Greta, was this coffee table here last night?” I ask. “Nope! Neither were these chairs, or this vase. The pixies say everything we eat here regenerates the next morning.” “Hmm, I guess we don’t have to worry about starving, then,” I say, walking to the dining room table.

"Wait, Greta, didn't the pixies clean up last night?" I ask, staring at the cascade of dirty dishes covering up most of the table. "Of course, silly! [NOM] This is just from today's breakfast." Greta explains. "Wait, you had all this for breakfast?" I ask, shocked. "Yup! It was sooooo good! The pixies made me pancakes, eggs, waffles, French toast, omelets, normal toast, sausages, it was all so yummy!!!" From what I see on the table, this must've been a sizable feast, just as big as if not even bigger than the one last night.

She continues, “Speaking of which, Hank, I saved you some food!” She gets up to bring me my breakfast. As she does so, I realize she's gotten very big this morning. While last night, she was somewhere between chubby and fat, now she's just fat. Her boobs have grown to a size you’d only see on an overweight woman. Her belly, which now juts even further out than her boobs, wobbles around with every step she takes. Not to mention, as she walks closer to me, I notice she’s now a good few inches taller than me. My morning wood, which was receding before, suddenly stands to full attention. What is wrong with me? Why is the idea of my best friend becoming fat so arousing to me?

"What're you staring at?" Greta giggles, a suggestive smile on her surprisingly still thin face. "Um, oh, uhhhh..." I speak, flustered, "I was...just...wondering where you got that shirt from." "Oh this?" she asks, looking down, "My old shirt was getting pretty tight, so the pixies made me a new one. Do you like it?" She asks, tilting her gaze back to me. "Yeah, it's [GULP] it really suits you." Her smile widens.

She hands me a plate with 2 pancakes, 2 slices of toast, 3 sausages, and some scrambled eggs. “Sorry that I didn't save you much,” she apologizes, looking down, "You gotta understand, I was really, really, REALLY hungry when I woke up!" "Don't worry, this is actually more than enough," I chuckle, "Besides, I'm glad you, *ahem* got enough to eat." I say, looking at her belly. "Well," she giggles, "you have to eat a big breakfast if you wanna keep a healthy metabolism. After all, how do you think I stay so skinny?" she replies, patting her fat belly, causing it to jiggle. She doesn't sound like she’s kidding. Surely, she’s gotta know, right? There’s no way she couldn’t realize it yet.

“By the way,” the large blonde says, pulling me into a hug, “Thank you for yesterday, Hank. I know it's not what we had in mind, but it was honestly the best birthday ever.” She presses me against her soft belly. “N-no problem Greta,” I say, my wood growing stronger, my face growing redder, “y-you’re the best friend ever." She pauses, tilting her gaze down slightly to look at me, “Just friends?” she asks. I stutter, “What, no…um…I mean, I…” She smiles at me. Just then, though, our little moment is again interrupted by one of those annoying pixies.

“My liege, do you want us to clean the table?” "Ugh," Greta turns to face the pixie, her belly rubbing against me, “yes, but don’t touch that one plate at the end, Hank still hasn’t eaten." “Yes, ma’am.” “You should probably go eat your breakfast,” Greta says softly, turning back to face me.

Greta must’ve been up for a few hours to eat that much food. Yet despite it being out for so long, it's still warm. I suppose that must be another one of those spells the pixies mentioned.

I proceed to eat my breakfast, the pixies proceed to clean up, and Greta proceeds to munch down on some candy furniture. I'm actually really worried about her. She’s never had an appetite like this before, it has to be some sort of spell. And if she really is oblivious to her weight gain, I'd hate to imagine how upset she'll be when she finally realizes what she's done to her body.

I mean...I suppose she's not *that* fat. Once we get home and the spell wears off, it might only take her a few months to lose the weight, or at least get back down to a healthy weight. I just hope, for her sake, she doesn't get too much fatter. I suppose the best thing to do is to get back home as quickly as possible.

“Um, hey Greta?” I ask my plus sized friend as she gorges on the peanut brittle umbrella stand. “[MMH], yeah?” “Do you remember how we got here?” “I….actually, I don’t…” “Come to think of it, the last thing I remember before walking with you in the snow was…I think…walking past a…hold on....let me see if I can remember anything after that, though…”

“Pixies," Greta asks, "do you know how we can find our way home? For some reason, neither of us can remember how we got here.” “Ah yes, the amnesia spell. The witch made it so anyone who enters this realm cannot remember how they got here.” “Did she tell any of you how to get back?” Greta asks. “I’m afraid not. She feared we were too stupid to keep that information to ourselves.” the pixie replies. “Do you have any navigation tools or anything?” Greta asks. “Well, we have some string. You can look around the forest, unraveling the string as you go along, and when you need to get back, just follow the string back.” The pixie hands Greta a spool of thread, then continues, “I’m afraid that’s the best we can do for you, though. You’ll just have to look around.”

Greta and I head out to find a way home. She brings the umbrella stand with her as a snack, as well as one of the couch cushions. Once she finishes those off, however, her belly immediately starts grumbling. "Um, hey, Hank..." Greta speaks sheepishly, "I'm getting kinda hungry, do you mind if I head back?"

Shit, what do I say? It's not like I can tell her no, but at the same time, I'm scared what she might do to her body once she gets back to the gingerbread house. "Um," I speak nervously, "I was actually kinda hoping we could spend some more time together." "I know, and I was really hoping for that too, but I'm also really, REAALLY hungry!" she replies, her belly grumbling as she speaks. "Um..." I hesitate, "I suppose I can go looking by myself. I'll be sure to tell you if I find anything." "Thanks, Hank!" she replies hastily. She then gives me a quick hug, before sprinting back to the house like her life depends on it. Seeing her fat butt shaking behind her, I once again become erect. What is wrong with me?