Chapter 1: the mistake

Scott's mouth hung open as the last syllables of Broomhelde's spell slithered through the stale party air. The green haze faded, but something deep inside him remained illuminated, exposed like a nerve stripped raw.

For several seconds nobody moved.

Victoria towered nearby, her massive silhouette framed against the apartment door. Her thick thighs pressed together beneath the tight blue skirt, and her heavy breasts rose and fell with slow breaths as she studied Scott carefully. Unlike Broomhelde's gleeful malice, Victoria's expression carried something almost maternal. Curious. Concerned.

Scott blinked once.

Then twice.

And suddenly every sound in the room became deafening.

The refrigerator hummed in the kitchen. Bass from the muted speakers vibrated faintly through the floorboards. Someone outside laughed in the hallway. Yet louder than all of it was the thunderous pounding of Scott's own heartbeat.

Because he was starving.

Not regular hunger either. Not the pleasant emptiness after a workout or the late-night craving for pizza after too many beers. This was primal. A yawning abyss opening inside his stomach with such violence that his knees nearly buckled.

"Oh my God," Scott whispered weakly.

Broomhelde smiled like a cat watching a trapped bird.

"It begins quicker than expected," she purred.

Victoria's eyes widened. "Already?"

Scott tried to answer, but his gaze drifted helplessly toward the dining table. Half-eaten cupcakes. Bowls of chips. Creamy dips. Chocolate-covered pretzels. The remains of an enormous sheet cake. Every calorie-dense item in the room suddenly radiated an irresistible allure.

His stomach growled loudly enough for both women to hear.

The sound made Victoria blush.

"Oh no," she muttered, biting her lip. "That's... actually kind of adorable."

Scott looked horrified.

"No," he croaked. "No, no, no. What did you do to me?"

"You wanted this," Broomhelde replied coldly.

"I did not!"

But even as he shouted it, another part of him betrayed the lie.

His eyes slid again toward Victoria.

Toward the broad softness of her belly straining beneath her glittering top.

Toward the immense curve of her hips.

Toward the enormous backside that had consumed his thoughts for months.

A shudder passed through him.

Not fear.

Desire.

Broomhelde noticed instantly.

"You see?" she said softly. "The spell only uncovers truth."

Scott stumbled backward until his legs hit the couch. He sat heavily, pale and sweating.

"This isn't real..."

Victoria slowly crossed the room toward him. The floorboards creaked under her weight and heels. Even now, with panic clawing through his chest, Scott couldn't stop staring at her body. Her movements possessed a hypnotic heaviness, every step making her thighs ripple and her gigantic ass sway with intoxicating momentum.

She stopped directly in front of him.

Towering over him.

"Scott," she said gently, "look at me."

He did.

Her expression softened further.

"You're not cursed to become miserable," she said quietly. "Broomhelde's magic doesn't invent desires. It amplifies what's already buried inside people."

"That's insane," Scott whispered.

"Is it?"

Scott opened his mouth to argue.

But his stomach cramped violently.

Without even realizing it, he leaned sideways and grabbed a frosted cupcake from the coffee table. He devoured it in three bites.

Then another.

Then another.

Victoria and Broomhelde exchanged a glance.

"He's eating fast," Victoria murmured.

"Years of repression," Broomhelde replied knowingly. "The dam breaks eventually."

Scott heard them, but their voices felt distant now. The sugary frosting hit his bloodstream like a narcotic. Heat spread through his body. Relief flooded his nerves.

For exactly three seconds.

Then the hunger returned even stronger.

"Oh God..."

He lunged for the bowl of chips next.

Victoria watched with growing fascination.

Scott had always been lean to the point of obsession. She remembered seeing him at the campus gym countless times, punishing himself for microscopic imperfections nobody else could even perceive. Endless cardio. Brutal lifting sessions. Protein shakes instead of meals. A handsome boy terrified of softness.

Terrified of himself.

Now he sat bent forward on the couch shoveling food into his mouth with trembling hands, his athletic stomach already pushing outward slightly beneath his fitted black shirt.

Broomhelde approached slowly.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

Scott swallowed hard.

"H-hungry."

The witch grinned.

"And?"

He hesitated.

Then his eyes drifted upward toward Victoria again.

His breathing deepened.

"I... can't stop looking at her."

Victoria's cheeks flushed crimson.

Broomhelde laughed triumphantly.

"There he is."

Scott suddenly stood up.

"I need air."

He made it exactly two steps before dizziness overtook him. Victoria caught him effortlessly against her enormous body. Scott gasped as softness enveloped him from every side. Her plush stomach pressed against his abs while her massive breasts squashed against his chest.

The contact sent an electric pulse through his entire body.

And, horrifyingly, another surge of hunger.

Scott whimpered.

Victoria looked down at him sympathetically.

"You poor thing."

Her voice vibrated through him like warm syrup.

Scott realized then that the smell of her perfume alone made his mouth water.

Broomhelde folded her arms smugly.

"You tied hunger, desire, comfort, and submission together in his mind," Victoria accused.

"Only because they already lived together there."

Scott weakly pushed himself upright, though his knees still shook.

"What happens now?" he asked.

Broomhelde stepped closer until her pale face hovered inches from his.

"Now?" she whispered.

Her grin widened slowly.

"Now you become honest."

Another violent growl erupted from Scott's stomach.

Victoria giggled despite herself.

And somewhere deep beneath Scott's terror, buried under years of discipline and shame, something answered that sound with aching anticipation.