"Wow," said Phoebe, patting her soft belly. "They aren't very effective, are they?"
"Well, bear in mind that an evil witch is basically just a normal witch who uses his, or her, powers mostly for cursing people. They don't necessarily want to kill you, because they're not demons after all. They probably just cursed you out of spite. You're a slim, attractive woman with incredible natural levels of power, while they probably had to work hard at their powers."
"What am I supposed to do? Just let them fatten me up?" Pheobe asked as she jiggled her little layer of lard. "It's not like I wouldn't notice."
"Well, you know, you could let them fatten you up." Cole told her. "Or you could let me do it..."
"What?"
"Well, I'm an old-fashioned guy. This new-fangled 'slim' thing really isn't my bag. I love you honey, but you would look even better if you put on some weight."
"Well, maybe, but it's all going to my belly..." Phoebe protested, not quite believing it.
"Oh, wow, that's perfect." Cole replied. "Would you really mind if I asked you to get fat for me? To grow that belly of yours into a nice, big, round pot-belly?"
"Wow," said Pheobe. "You really want me to get fat, don't you?"
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