Looks like you're stuffed!

"You stupid fat cat!" she laughs "You're a prisoner of your own gluttony! You'll never leave this place! You'll just keep eating and eating until you're fat enough to kill!"

Hearing this last word, you struggle even harder to squeeze through the door to freedom, but you're just too fat to escape. "W-why do you want to kill me for?"

"There are quite a few spells involving cat parts." replies the witch, cackling "You'll keep me supplied for years! Now tell me, do you like cream cakes?"

You turn your head to see a vast pile of cream cakes and pull yourself free from the door. *Well I'm doomed anyway* you think *I might as well gourge myself*. You haven't given up hope entirely, though. You know your obese dragon pal Roger will return and save you...

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At that moment Roger is lying on his back, rubbing his bloated belly, wriggling his clawed toes and groaning. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!... I shouldn't have eaten all that house!...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Written by Stucklepaw

You can't fight it.

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