A week later, Gretel was showing extremely good results. A very nice double chin had formed on her chubby face. Her cheeks were so plump, they were forcing her to squint to see. Her arms had gotten so fat, it was getting hard to lift food to her mouth. The witch had taken care of that problem by making the food float to her mouth. This had also allowed Gretel to burn less calories. Her belly had long since torn her dress to shreds and all that remained were her pansies and bra. Her belly spread out to her dimpled knees, multiple rolls taking shape at her sides. Her ass was spreading out a foot in every direction and lifting her off the ground. Her calves had formed rolls at her ankles and her feet were so fat, it was hard for her to move her toes.
Two days ago, the witch had placed a scale in the cage under Gretel that could withstand up to two-tons of pressure. Gretel had officially reached 631 pounds, but that didn't seem to be enough for the witch. She wanted the scale to break before she had her meal.
Gretel hardly slept and seemed to actually become accustomed to the idea of getting eaten after she passed 300 pounds because she didn't want to go on living this fat and she knew she wasn't going to be able to work it off. This just seemed to fuel her hunger.
"Yes, that's right...eat of my fat little truffle," the witch said with a grin," The fatter you get the more I like you."
"I'm trying," Gretel said in a muffled voice.
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