The witch was pretty hungry, but, she had just poked gretel's fat, bulging belly, and massaged laura's plump pink toes, and found that while both girls were filling out quite nicely, neither were ready for the oven yet, or the spit, the way that little pigglet gretel is porkin up.
What the witch really wanted was to have a little fun with her soon to be dinner guests. So she decided to play a game.
The witch grabed Hansel by the arm and drug him over to Gretel's cage. Like a spider, the witch began to weave a trickey web around the two.
"Now I'm sure by now the two of you have noticed my pudgy little friend in the livingroom".
They both nodded their heads in anticipation to find out who this third little piggy was, eating half of Gretel's sweets.
"Thats Laura. She's a suprise thanksgiving dinner guest, who, if you play your cards right, Gretel, could take your place on the serving platter."
The witch smiled and looked into the livingroom at Laura, picking at a chocolate pie, licking icing off of her chubby cream-filled fingers.
"What I want you to do is go along with anything I tell her, make sure she is happy, feels at home, and stuffs herself like a Christmas goose. If you can do this, I will let you out of your cage to hang out with Laura, AND, you just might be able to keep those plump innerds of yours in your belly. Which I'm sure is where you prefer them" Said the witch, as she patted Gretel's round tummy. "And u Hansel, you'll get a bit more food, atleast while you are around Laura. Wouldn't want her catching on, not that she could, she's pretty slow. ohh yeah, don't even think about trying to run away, I put a spell on both of you which will restrict you from leaving my magic forest"
With that the witch let Gretel out of her cage, admiring her plump, tight midriff as she streched for the first time in weeks. Fattening weeks, that were now fairly obvious now that she was out of her cage, and looking fat and delicious.
"Alright! Let's go meet Little Miss Thanksgiving". Said the witch.
They all three enter the livingroom. Each on either side of the witch. One boney hand on hancels head, the other wraped around gretel, squeezing her soft upper arm.
"Hey Laura, I'd like you to meet my plump nei...er... I mean my pretty niece, Gretel and her brother Hansel. They come in every year at this time to prepare to put on a thanksgiving play for my thanksgiving dinner party. It's always fun. Hansel writes and dirrects, Im playing a turkey farmer and if you'll agree to stay with us till thanksgiving and let us plumpen you up a bit, for the roll, you and Gretel will play the farmer's two plump turkeys. So what do you think? Will you stay and be our thanksgiving butterball?" Said the witch in her sweetest, most cunning tone. Smilling a big toothy grin the whole time.
Gretel pretended to think about it for a moment but she was a sucker for good food. And, now that Hansel and Gretel were there she would have someone to play with.
"I would love to she yelled". Jumping up and down, showing off her potbelly and her drumsticks. "Where do we start, what do we do?" Laura squeeled
"Well" said the witch walking over to Laura, putting one hand on the small of her back and the other on her well rounder tummy. "First we need to get you sized up for both of your costumes."
"Both of my costumes? How many rolls do I have?"
Taking advantage of the superb timing of Lauras question the witch pinched a little roll of Laura's protruding belly and said: "Right now, standing up, you have no rolls, just a cute, round little potbelly. Which is why we need to fatten you up for awhile."
Laura blushed, trying suck in her pudgy tummy, but it was no use. She was alreay to stuffed to suck it in and let it plump back into the witch's hand.
"you know what I mean. How many characters am I playing that I need two costumes for?"
"I know what you ment sweety. I'm just teasing ya". Said the witch, pinching Laura's chubby red cheek. "You have two costumes because one costume is you as a turkey plumping up for thanksgiving, and the other is of you plump and roasted for thanksgiving. That's why we need to start fattening you up. The later of the two costumes involves you, laying belly up, in a liatard, on a silver platter with an apple in your mouth and little white paper mitten on your hands and feet to keep your plump, juicy fingers and toes from burning."
With that the witch grabbed Laura' hand and flipped it over, palm up. With her other boney hand the witch started pinching at the chubby cream-filled underbellies of Laura's fingers.
As the witches mouth begins to water, fondling Lauras sausage link like fingers, Laura announces: "Great! Let's get me unplucked, stuffed, and ready for the roasting pan"
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