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Time passes, and you begin to feel faint, as you continue to cram more and more sweets into your apparently endless gorge. Plates and trays begin to pile up. Your stomach bulges in front of you, packed tight with all the food you continue to devour. You're going to explode at this rate,and if not, you're going to gain some serious weight. As you stuff another large slice of cheesecake into your mouth, you reach down and touch your midsection. It feels extremely tight, but still a bit soft, like a stuffed animal.
About an hour later, the cage starts to feel snug, as your expanded belly presses into the bars. By now, you have started to digest the immense meal. Your arms and legs have thickened, and you could swear that your stuffed cheeks are rounder then they were without the food. Over this time, you've begun to wonder what the witch plans to do to you. If she follows the story, you will be heading straight to the oven. Suddenly, you realize, you've forgotten about Roger. Where is he right now, and why hasn't he come to your rescue?
No sooner thought, than a corner of the house disappears, and Roger sticks his head in. "Oh, sorry" he says to the witch, "but have you seen a cat-man anywhere around here?" the witch shakes her head, and Roger begins to withdraw. "ROGER!!!" you yell between mouthfuls, "GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Realization suddenly forms on Rogers face, and quicker than you thought Roger was capable of moving, he snaps up the witch and swallows her whole. "Ooooo," he says with a belch, "that didn't agree with me at all."
You struggle to get to your feet, still stuffing your face with an apple pie. You find that you are only able to do so by leaning heavily on the wall. Apparently, the witch's spell didn't leave with her death. Roger quickly chomps on the bars, and crunches them down. "Mmmm, jawbreakers" he says. You step out, and feel unbalanced by your bulging belly. "I feel like I'm gonna explode," you say, clutching your sphere of a stomach, which now feels rock hard. You pick up another cookie and begin chewing on it. "Then stop eating" says Roger. You quickly explain your situation. "Oooo, that may cause a problem", he answers, "but I think I have an idea." He scoops you up and drags you out of the house. He then proceeds to carry you as far as he can away from the house, while you finish off the last of the sweets you carry.
Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)
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