You're so busy glutting yourself on the sweet, sugary deliciousness, that not only do you not realize how chubby you're becoming, but you also don't notice as the house's door starts to open.
The walls of the house were so delectable you couldn't stop eating even if you wanted to. By now chocolate, cream, marshmallows, and sprinkles covered your face. You were utterly oblivious to any of it, totally lost in the tastiness of the house.
"Well, well. It looks like a little baby boy has found himself on my lawn." You suddenly hear from behind you. You're startled out of your trance, turning around to see a large, fat man in a flamboyant suit and top hat. You couldn't believe it, but he almost looked like he was made of candy himself. His purple vest had whipped cream detailing and peppermint buttons, and a lollipop corsage in his lapel. His skin was chocolate chip gingerbread cookie brown, with brightly colored eyes that reminded you of gumballs, with peppermint dimples on his chubby face. Frizzy red licorice hair with rainbow colored sprinkles strewn across it stuck out from under his top hat, which seemed to be a purple, velvety cake with more frosting and sprinkles. He smiled warmly at you, tapping his candy cane cane against the ground. There was something oddly fatherly about him, you thought, and perhaps that was why you suddenly felt embarrassed about eating parts of his house.
You gulped down the s'more exterior sheepishly and awkwardly grinned, "Uh... Sorry about eating your home mister..."You apologized, "It's just, I was so hungry. I met this fox, he stole my wallet, I followed him through this door, got lost, found this lake, and suddenly I was wearing a diaper, and..." It suddenly dawned on you how ridiculous your story sounded, and made you even more embarrassed. The older man simply laughed, "Oh don't worry about that boy, the sign out front says "Eat all you want". Can't you read? Well, I suppose not, given your age, but regardless..." He smiled, walking up to the wall beside you, "This house can create as much candy as it needs to." He demonstrated, chipping off another piece of the wall and eating it, while you watched in astonishment as it suddenly regenerated.
"If it didn't, I suppose you'd have already eaten your way inside by now." He smirked gesturing to you. You looked down, suddenly realizing you were covered in the sticky, multicolored remains of sweets you'd voraciously devoured while munching on his home. You'd grown a bit of pudge too, you noticed, being much chubbier than before you went swimming. "Um... yeah, sorry, heh...." You chuckled, wondering if you should go back to that lake and wash off. "No need to apologize. I know little boys can't help themselves." He stretched out a hand to help you up. You didn't really like him referring to you like you were an infant, but given what you were wearing, you guessed mockery would be anyone's first reaction. You took his hand as he helped your bigger, padded butt off the ground, where you noticed how much bigger he seemed to be than you. Even when you were standing up, he seemed to be looking down on you. "Thanks, mister... uh?" He simply smiled warmly again, "Willie, Wacky Willie." He said, taking your hand in his in a firm handshake. "Wacky... Willie?" You asked, somewhat confused by his weird name.
"Yep. I'm the owner of this place. My own personal home and candy factory." He said with a flourish, proudly displaying the gigantic gingerbread mansion behind you, "Here I make all sorts of delicious treats for little kids, especially little boys like you." He took the giant sucker out of his vest pocket and held it out to you, "Want a lolli?" You weren't really sure what to make of the gesture, you remembered what your parents said about taking candy from strangers, but still took it, not wanting to be rude. "So, you make a lot if candy here, huh?", He nodded proudly, "With a little bit of magic, I can make tons! Would a little boy like you like to come in and see?" By now his habit of treating you like a child was getting on your nerves, "Alright, I know I'm wearing a diaper and all, but I'm a lot bigger than a baby." Wacky Willie just laughed again, "I can see that. Don't worry though, babies come in all sizes, especially little gluttons. In fact, it's nice to see such a big little boy who still likes being treated like a baby!" He smiled at you. You groaned, "No, I'm not wearing this because I want to, but because I--", "No worries son," Willie interrupted, "It's perfectly normal for little guys your age to have accidents." The comment made you blush in embarrassment, as you again tried to clarify, "No, I mean... look I was swimming in a lake and suddenly--", "Well, if you like swimming so much, I have a pool full of chocolate in my factory. Please, come in and enjoy yourself to your full leisure." He clearly wasn't listening, it seemed, and you sighed in defeat.
"You seem to be pretty famished. Why, you're nothing but skin and bones! I've got lots of yummy desserts and sweet treats. So please, won't you join me?" He asked again. You actually were getting hungry and taking him up on the offer to eat and explore his sweet home was a bit tempting. On the other hand, you still needed to find your clothes, or at least something less embarrassing to wear, as well as the fox who took your wallet.
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