chapter 5

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When we were kids, we'd often have sleepovers.  We didn't want to sleep in sleeping bags, though, so we'd often just share beds.  Sometimes, on cold nights, we'd even snuggle up together for warmth.  I suppose it's kinda weird in hindsight, but we didn't think much of it back then.  I mean, back then, we didn't really have much of a concept of...well, you know...

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A fter walking for a very long time, I start thinking about turning back.  I hadn’t encountered anything strange along the way.  I didn’t even see any wildlife.  I saw traces of our trail of breadcrumbs at first, but they were all scattered around and didn’t really seem to go anywhere.  Just as I'm about to turn around and follow the string back, I notice some lights in the distance.  A house, maybe?  I come closer, and to my surprise, I see what looks like a second gingerbread house.  It’s very similar to the first one.  It has 3 stories, a lake nearby.  Same architecture.  I walk around to the front door…only to see some string right out front.

I open the door, I see one of the pixies.  “Did you find anything, Hank?” one of them asks.  “No, I think I must’ve gone in a circle.  But…I could’ve sworn I was going in a straight line the whole time!”  “This realm is separate from the rest of Earth.  It’s very small, and at a walking pace, you can generally go around the whole world in a little under two hours.”  "Yikes, have I really been out for that long?"

Just then, I see Greta walking by.  Except, she looks different than she did this morning.  Her butt sticks out a great deal more, both butt cheeks looking like large orbs of fat.  Her once thin face now has the slightest layer of pudge on it, with the beginnings of a double chin.  Her belly is already sticking out from under her shirt, which I remind you was made for her just this morning.  And she seems to have grown to well over 6 feet (180 cm) tall.

As she gobbles up what looks to be a clock made of gingerbread, she turns to face me and runs up to me.  Her rapid weight gains seems to have little if any impact on her mobility.  "Hank!  I missed you so much!"  She exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug, my mouth and chin pressed between her huge breasts.  "I've only been out for a few hours."  I let out a muffled reply.  "It felt like an ETERNITY, though!  I'm so glad you're back!"

"Greta," I start, kinda nervous at what I'm about to talk about, "have....have you noticed anything different about yourself since we got here?"  "Hmm?" she lets go of the embrace, and looks down at herself, "hmm, not really, why do you ask?"  "Nothing about your weight?  Or your height?"  "No" she says, confusion in her voice.  "Greta, you're putting on a lot of weight.  This house is doing something to you, and I'm scared for your health," I speak, scared after the fact of how she might react.

"What on earth are you talking about?" she asks confused, "I'm just as skinny as ever."  She pats her tummy, causing it to jiggle.  "Greta...come with me, I need to show you something."  She follows me to the bathroom, and we look in the mirror.  As expected, I see a very tall, very fat (and admittedly very cute) blonde with long hair, standing next to a thin brunette man.

"See?" my large friend responds, "Same as always!  I'm the short, skinny one.  You're the tall, cute one."  She says, a smile on her plump face.  "What is this, then?" I ask, grabbing her big belly, giving it a jiggle.  "Stop it!  That tickles!" she giggles, slapping my hand away.  "What was I grabbing?"  I ask.  "You were pinching my stomach, weirdo," she replies playfully, "C'mon!  The pixies made lunch!"  She grabs me by the hand and eagerly leads me back downstairs.

She has to be under some sort of spell.  That's the only explanation for how she can be so oblivious to her tremendous weight gain, not to mention her staggering growth spurt.

Once again, the pixies prepared a humongous feast for my hungry friend.  She was practically watering at the mouth once it entered her gaze.  She starts chowing down, her belly pressing against the table while she eats.  "So what were you two doing upstairs?" asks a pixie.  "Oh, he was just pinching my stomach and teasing me around." she replies, giggling. That wasn't at all what was going on.  "Speaking of whom," Greta continues, "Hank, come sit with me!"  Blushing, I oblige and take a seat next to my obese friend.  I serve myself a normal sized lunch, while she serves herself 5.  Though I'm almost certain she'll be hungry for more.

I suppose if she can't figure out what's going on, the only way to stop this curse is to find our way back home.  I just hope she isn't too upset once she realizes what's happened to her body.  In the meantime, all I can do is sit and marvel at my friend's fantastic display of gluttony.  By the time she finishes it all, her shirt barely covers her belly anymore.  This really shouldn't be turning me on.

"That was *really* good" Greta says, hands rested on her very fat belly.  "I'm gonna go eat some more furniture, you wanna come with me?" she asks, quickly standing to her feet.  "Oh, I'm not really hungry," I reply.  "Not to eat, silly, to keep me company!" she giggles.  "Oh, uh...okay."

Over the next several hours, she continually gorges herself, getting fatter and fatter over time.  As afternoon becomes night, the pixies set out a large dinner that fills the table.  Once she finishes it all, the pixies set out an equally large dessert feast.  Which, to be fair, is a bit redundant in a house literally made of dessert.  After she eats that, though, she goes back to consuming even more furniture.

Eventually, though, we both get pretty tuckered out.  "I think I'm going to bed soon,"  she says, licking the icing from her fingers as she gets up.  As she does so, I can see just how humongous she's become.  For starters, she's now the height of a professional basketball player.  Her breasts have attained that soft, bouncy shape that you only see on really fat girls.  And her almost-double-chin has grown into a full double chin.

"What are you looking at?" Greta asks, smiling cutely.  "Um, I was, um, just thinking 'hey, where are gonna sleep tonight?'" I say nervously.  "Oh my god, you're right!  We didn't get to pick bedrooms yet!  [GASP] I gotta be quick so I can call dibs on the best one!"  The huge blonde then sprints upstairs, the steps creaking under her, her big butt shaking, and her long, golden hair waving behind her.  I quickly run after her, trying to get dibs on a better bedroom.

"Bam! Beat you to it!" she exclaims, having already found the biggest bedroom on the third floor.  "Aw man.  Well, I guess I'll just settle for the room across." I reply.  She giggles, "or we could just share a bedroom together." she suggests.  "Wh-then what was the point of us racing around trying to get the best room?!"  I ask.  She giggles, then shrugs. "So is that a yes on sharing beds?" she asks, hands behind her back.   "W-wait, beds?" I ask.  "Sure!  The bed's more than big enough for us to share!  It'll be like one of our childhood sleepovers!"  "Um, er, uh, sure..." I respond nervously.  She giggles.

We both brush our teeth in the master bathroom.  Her large breasts wobble around as she brushes, and her big belly bumps into me any time she turns slightly.  It's just so jarring to me.  I know I've said it multiple times, but I feel like this needs emphasizing: she was skinny as a stick yesterday morning.

We both get in bed together.  She acts as the big spoon, wrapping her fat arms around me.  It actually is pretty reminiscent of our sleepovers.  It was such an innocent thing back then, but I suppose when you're an adult, it takes on a much different connotation.  Now, I should note, we didn't do anything sexual that night.  Not that I didn't think about it.  In fact, I don't think I've had a stronger erection in my life.