Gretel woke up and stretched. She looked around the bedroom, she remembered the witch and all the food, the amazing tasting food, but she didn't remember going to bed. She pulled off the covers and slid her legs over the side to sit up, stretching again. She felt cool air on the bottom of her stomach.
She looked down and saw her shirt had slit up a little on what looked like a softer, larger tummy. Maybe it's how she was sitting? Gretel stood up and looked back at her stomach, pulling the fabric of her shirt down. No, that wasn't it. Maybe she was bloated from all the food? She rubbed her stomach, it was softer then she remembered. No, that wasn't it.
She had gained weight.
She noticed a mirror in her room and walked over to it. She modeled in front of it for a moment, her stomach wasn't massive, but still a little larger. It had actually started to poke out from under her shirt again. Her butt had grown a little too, but not as much. Luckily that looked like it was all.
Gretel sighed, she knew she couldn't gain weight. She did want to eat like that again and again, forever really, but her family couldn't afford it. The cost of food wasn't just the problem, even though her family couldn't afford that either, but the clothes. They could barely keep her dressed now without going broke, let alone if she started growing faster.
She pulled her shirt down again, she wanted to stay, but she couldn't. Her parents were worried, and if she stayed, they wouldn't be able to pay for the new clothes she would need. She headed out of the guest bedroom and down the stairs.
"Hello, dearie." The witch greeted.
Gretel's stomach growled at the sight of the table. It was covered in the most delicious food she had ever seen. Turkey, chicken, pie, fish, cobbler, pork, and cake. "Morning." she said trying to ignore the food.
"Do you feel any different this morning?" asked the witch.
"Yeah." Gretel said, subconsciously rubbing her new tummy.
"It's time for breakfast."
"Thanks, but I really can't stay." Gretel sighed, "I need to get going, my parents are probably worried."
"If you insist, dearie." The witch said politely.
Gretel started towards the door.
"But at least have a glass of water, so you don't get thirsty."
A glass of water couldn't make her any bigger. "Okay."
The witch poured out a glass.
"With every sip that she may take
Make her appetite more great
And magic forces keep her here 'til later
so that she, than now, may be even fatter"
The witch said her spell so quietly that Gretel couldn't here it as she poured. The water glowed slightly for a moment.
The witch handed Gretel the drink and she poured it down her throat. She thanked the witch and started towards the door, but it suddenly seemed so far away. With each step she took she got even hungrier, every time she inhaled the food smelled better, before she got to the door she started to collapse.
With the speed of a woman in her youth the witch caught the girl.
"Are you okay, dearie?"
"Yes." Gretel answered weakly.
"I shouldn't have known better. A growing girl needs her breakfast." the witch spoke softly pulling her to the table. Gretel had a second of thought about fighting, but it smelled too good, and she was too hungry.
"You should eat your breakfast before you go."
Gretel started to dig into the food, eating even faster than yesterday.
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