chapter 8

Brittany awoke with a start, her belly rumbling with hunger. She was still tied, and could see smears and crumbs covering her mountain of a gut. The nightgown creaked as she took a breath, and she froze. It had fit her when she had first put it on! Was she really fattening up that quickly? She felt like a Christmas goose, fattened and stuffed and put on display. The great hall was completely empty except for two of the small womenfolk, who sat in chairs at a table, talking quietly together.
"Hello?" Brittany croaked, her call followed by a loud grumble from her belly.
"Hello, dear," one of the women said, coming over to her. She looked Brittany up and down, eyes lingering on her stomach for a second too long.
"What am I doing here?" Brittany asked, "and.. I am very hungry, if you would just give me a little snack to make my tummy stop hurting?"
"Oh, honey. You'll be getting much more than a snack. I can't believe how big this gut of yours is," the woman remarked, patting it and watching it jiggle for a moment, "you'll need some new clothing soon, you're about to burst out of this gown. I'll have Sophia tend to your appetite while I work on finding you something new.. not too baggy, not too tight.. something with buttons.. hm, i'll see what I can do," she murmured, more to herself than to Brittany. She turned and called to the other woman she had been conversing with.
"Sophia! Come feed our new visitor. Make sure she gets enough to eat."
"Yes ma'am," Sophia replied. Brittany was left alone with Sophia, and recognized her as one of the ones who had fed her last night. She had made some especially cruel remarks, and Brittany felt uncomfortable knowing that Sophia wanted nothing more than to overfeed her into an unrecognizable blob.
"So. The whale wants some food, huh?" Sophia smirked, running her hand over the top of Brittany's bulging potbelly. Brittany squirmed, feeling how extremely tight her nightgown was. Sophia dragged one fingernail down the middle until she found Brittany's bellybutton, then stuck her finger inside and giggled. "What a deep, wide button. You really do have a big appetite. I wonder, have you always been such a greedy porker? Or did you grow gradually, plumping up without noticing the way you were bulging out of your clothes?"
"Please, leave me be," Brittany begged, trembling, "I was captured by a witch and she made me eat all day. It's not my fault."
"Not your fault? Not your fault that you've stuffed your fat face with food until you swelled up into a jelly-bellied human sow? Here's a lesson, honey. Witches don't kidnap skinny people. They kidnap greedy, plump folks who look tasty enough to eat right from the start. So let's get you nice and big and juicy until you're too stuffed to get up, and then we'll sell you back to Helen for a high price. Ready? Open up."
Brittany opened her mouth to protest, and Sophia shoved in a delicious pastry. Brittany closed her eyes and moaned as she chewed.
"That's good, fatty. Keep going," Sophia laughed, feeding Brittany more and more. The nightgown creaked and a seam ripped, Sophia berated Brittany for letting herself go so much, but Brittany's tastebuds were in heaven.
"My god, you're a greedy hog," Sophia jabbed as Brittany ate and ate, her immense belly swollen and huge, "I was right, there's no way you'll ever escape again. I can't believe you even managed to get out of that house with how round you are. I bet Helen has some real special plan for you, porky."
"Mm.. more..." Brittany moaned, gazing longingly at the table full of food. Sophia wrinkled her nose, and pinched Brittany's triple chin.
"Alright, you bloated cow. I'll give you more and more and more until your overfed gut is bigger than you would ever believe, and your fat little arms and legs will look like toothpicks stuck in a pumpkin. You want more? I'll give you so much more."