A Witch’s Meal (short Story)

Chapter 1

Tristan had been a chubby girl all her life, but lately she began to fill out more than ever. She was only 5'3 and rounded out at 300 pounds – quite an achievement for her age of 24. She was happy with her figure, but one day her size proved to be a problem.

It was a typical day out; Tristan was walking along the street, on her way to get a coffee, when she accidentally bumped into an old woman. The woman's coffee spilled all over her clothes, and was obviously quite angry about it. Tristan apologized profusely, but it didn't seem to do anything to ease her temper.

The old woman stepped closer to Tristan, a menacing glint in her eye, and warned her that she'd pay for her actions if she wasn't careful. Before Tristan knew it, she'd been placed in a trance – an enchantment – and was being led by the old woman deep into the forest, towards her cabin.

Once they arrived, Tristan was ordered to take a seat at the table. She looked at the woman more closely, and noticed that she had strawberry-blonde hair, an hourglass figure, and was most likely in her mid-thirties. An eerie feeling prickled down her spine; she had most definitely just upsetted a witch.

Then, the witch began to talk down to her about her size; she asserted that she was too fat, and ridiculed her about her weight gain. Aghast, Tristan felt a pang of humiliation tear through her body. But, strangely, this humiliation only seemed to incite the witch further.

The witch then went into another room and returned with a traditional kitchen apron on, and a feast fit to feed a village on her hands. She commanded Tristan to eat. Too scared to refuse – even though her stomach was grumbling – she began to dig in. No matter how much she ate, it was never enough.

Slowly, her stomach bloated, and began to fill in. She burped and farted ferociously, and was appalled when the witch seemed to enjoy it. Despite the fact that she was ready to burst, she kept eating, eventually reaching a total of 500 pounds. The witch then opened the fridge and unearthed some desserts; two cakes, two dozen donuts, and a five-gallon milkshake…all for her.

Tristan was starting to regain her consciousness, and she audibly pleaded with the witch to stop. But, it was no use. The witch shoved the food down her throat, forcing her to eat even more. She grew to 800 pounds, and her desperation grew as she feared the worse.

Sure enough, that's when the witch grabbed a ten gallon vat of melted butter and slowly forced it down her mouth. Her body gurgled and creaked from the pressure, and she finally cried out for mercy – but it was in vain.

Tristan laid in the oven, with an apple in her mouth, and watched in fear as the witch salivated as she roasted in the oven. She gorged and lapped away at her body, taking in the delicious fat and savoring the flavor of Tristan's flesh.When she was finished, Wanda was plump and gaseous. She rubbed her belly with satisfaction and pondered who her next victim would be.


Tristan's body was never found, and to this day, her disappearance remains a mystery.