chapter 4 - obesity is bad for your health!

The next morning Hansel awoke to another delicious smell. He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. The witch was wearing a skimpy apron and not much else.
"Hello, dear. Did you have a good sleep?" The witch asked.

"Yes thank you. The bed was really comfortable."

"That's good. Do you feel any different?" She asked, looking him up and down seductively.
‘Well, my belly feels a lot bigger’. He said, glancing down at his bloated gut which seemed to have grown a couple of extra sizes in the night. He was embarrassed to see that he couldn’t pull his shirt down.
‘oh dear, looks like someone’s been a greedy little porker, haven’t they?’ She teased him.
"How about some nice breakfast?" The witch cooed, pointing to the table where a big feast had been prepared. She ushered him over to a chair and tucked a napkin into his collar.
The food looked so inviting but he didn’t want to tell her that he wasn’t sure he would be able eat it all. He picked up a waffle and bit into it. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. ‘Are you trying to fatten me up? He joked.
‘I don’t know what you mean’ She said innocently ‘Have another waffle. Try some maple syrup on it’.
Hansel finished up all 12 of the waffles and moved onto the pancakes. Then the sausages. Then the bacon. Then the french toast! In a matter of 40 minutes, Hansel had finished up enough food for 8 people. He touched his belly which was gurgling away happily - now significantly larger than when he had arrived yesterday.
‘That breakfast was absolutely delicious. What was in it?’ he asked.
‘Oh, just my very special ingredients..’ she looked at him slyly ‘I’m glad you liked it. I've got plenty more of that for you for a young growing boy like you. You sure like your food don't you?’
I must have put on 20 pounds overnight, he thought disbelievingly.
"I’m so tired’ Hansel said.

"That’s ok. You can go and have a little lie down again. Make yourself at home’ She took his hand and led him back into the bedroom.
Upon entering the room, Hansel noticed a pair of fridges that hadn’t been there last night. There were also a number of cupboards that were also filled with food and a large bookcase that was full of recipe books
‘you’re so good to me Ms Cherry. I never want to leave’
She chuckled to herself and ushered him to the bed, kissing him gently on the cheek before closing the curtains and leaving the room. He drifted into a delicious sleep.
Several hours later Hansel woke, feeling rather groggy and tired. He was alarmed to find that he had been tied up and he couldn’t move his arms or legs. ‘Help’ he squeaked.
‘Oh good, your awake’ said the witch.
‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she said ‘but I gave you a tranquilliser to help you sleep.
‘Why have you tied me up?’ he asked, wondering how long he had been asleep for. She pressed a button and the bed started to move into an upright position
‘What are you going to do with me?’ he felt a little bit scared but also quite excited at being under the control of this exquisite woman.
‘Well let me tell you what’s going to happen fatboy. I’m in the market for a new housepet and I'd like to keep you here for a while if that's okay?’
‘what?’ he spluttered
‘Yes little piggy. This is your new home. You're a naughty little boy, and you need to be punished for trespassing in my home and for your horrible gluttony. As a punishment I'm going to make you so fat that you can barely walk, and you’ll wear clothes that are too small for your fat body.
Didn’t your mother ever warn you not to talk to strangers? So, what do you think happens to greedy pigs who come and trespass in my home and eat all my food? That’s right, they get fattened and eaten’
‘you'll never get away with this’ said Hansel, a little worried that he would never leave, but secretly quite excited.
‘Ha! No one cares about you, silly little pig,’ she laughed at him ‘nobody knows you’re here. Nobody even cares about you. Face it, you are the perfect pet for me. Every day I’ll fatten you up and soon you’ll make a fine dinner! Just relax and enjoy yourself’.
To his shame, Hansel felt his dick twitching with excitement. ‘Ha ha! I can see that you like the idea of that!’ She ran her long fingernails over his bloated gut and whispered in his ear as she played with him, pinching and prodding his gut ‘My piggy, so helpless, so greedy’
Suddenly Hansel felt the witch grab his face and slip a feeding mask over his head. He was sweating and wheezing as she put the hose into his mouth but there was nothing he could do to stop her carrying out her evil plan. He heard the click of something mechanical and then a flowing stream of creamy milkshake filled his mouth which threatened to drown him if he didn’t swallow. He began to suck on it like a baby. After a few moments he felt like his gut was going to explode.
‘Such a greedy boy!’ She was delighted. And with that she pressed a hand into his huge gut and caused him to let out a loud belch. Then he drifted off into a deep calorie packed sleep.
Hansel woke up in a sweat. It was dark and he wasn’t sure where he was and wondered if it had all been a dream. Then he realised there was a tube down his throat, and he remembered that he had been kidnapped by a witch who was going to fatten and eat him. The first part of her plan seemed to be working well, as his gut had now ballooned to the size of a large beach ball.
‘So glad you’re awake. I didn’t want you to miss out on the fun’ The witch wheeled in a huge vat of churning chocolate cream, which must have been at least 6 feet tall. She removed the feeding and breathing tubes which had made his throat sore. He felt sore all over, especially his gut, after it had expanded so quickly as well.
I must weigh over 300 pounds now. This is just like fat camp he thought. But instead of losing weight I’m being supersized!
‘What’s in the milkshake?’ He asked. It tasted absolutely delicious and he had to admit was starting to enjoy being utterly powerless under the witches control. Although he knew that she was fattening him up to then eat him, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered apart from gaining weight and feeding. He knew he would give anything to keep being fed by her.
‘You like it don’t you? Oh, just lots of cream, chocolate ice cream and my special medicine that make you gain weight like a pig at a buffet’
She slipped the feeding mask and funnel over his head once more and he drifted off to sleep again.
After another week of tube feeding and restraint the witch untied him and told him to look at himself in the mirror.
He barely recognised himself anymore. His gut had grown several sizes bigger, almost reaching down to his knees like a huge bean bag with a large amount of stretch marks. He was struggling to see his feet anymore without leaning forward. He tried to stand up but he had grown so big that he was barely able to stand on his weight before falling back on the bed. His gigantic belly covered his lap and stretched down to his knees. He was beginning to enjoy how large he’d become. As he lay on the bed he played with his belly and tried to reach under his belly to feel his penis but he couldn't get to it.
‘How long have I got left before you eat me?’ he asked the witch when she came to change to his feeding tube
‘Not long now, piggy’ she always told him before asking if he was hungry again.
‘Yes. Please feed me’ he would always answer.
One morning Hansel woke up gasping for air. His chest was suffocating him. He knew that he had nearly become immobile and would probably never leave this room. He had to try and make a plan to leave, but what was he going to do? He could hardly even stand up anymore.
He felt so drained of energy. His eyes blinked slowly, staring dreamily out of the window. But despite this he felt hunger pangs so intense. He needed a feed and then he would think about it. Where was the witch today? She was late.
He called out to her ‘Feed me,’ he shouted ‘I’m starving of hunger in here’
Where was she when he needed her? What was he going to do now?
Then he thought of the cupboards that were always packed with food and the fridges by the side of the bed. If he could only reach those……
After kicking his legs around for around 10 mins he somehow managed to get into an upright position. He was like a huge boulder. He reached up and grabbed a handful of his double chin and was mesmerised by his huge breasts. He was way past the point of being able to wear a bra - his nipples were the size of dinner plates and there were huge pendulous side rolls, circling him like the rings on a planet. His gut now sagged and sat draped over his left leg. His belly button was nearly touching the floor. His eyes, nose and now chubby lips were piggy like, he barely looked human anymore, in a vast ocean of flesh.
Hansel sat on the bed and awkwardly shifted his fat around after a few moments. He was breathing and sweating hard as he tried to stand up. It didn’t work. He nearly broke the bed falling back onto it. He weighed the same as five normal people.
The witch came into the room and had brought in another massive vat of chocolate cream to replace the empty one. ‘About time. I’m absolutely starving,’ he said rudely ‘Here, I’ll do it myself!’ He greedily grabbed for the feeding tube and in his rush he knocked over the empty cannister.
The witch scrabbled around underneath the bed to pick up his funnel. Unfortunately, it was at this moment that the bed chose to collapse and Hansel rolled off the bed on top of the witch. She cried out from underneath him, but his bulk was just too big for him, and he suffocated her with his flab. She was well and truly squashed. The witch was no more.
Luckily Hansel had a ready supply of food at his fingertips and the cupboards and fridge magically refilled themselves. He would miss the witch but it just went to show the dangers of obesity!
He was never going to leave. He had become too addicted to the gluttony of it.
THE END