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Thankfully, Rosina was true to her words from the night prior - preparation of a giant breakfast was already well underway. Unable to wait, Johnny made a beeline to join her in the kitchen, and was overjoyed to find waffles stacked higher than he could see over waiting for him on the counter. He wordlessly took his regular seat at said counter and watched Rosina’s lithe back and arms work over the pans on the stove. He also peeked at her round and firm ass with every move she made; it was currently clad in a pair of deliciously tight black leggings that Johnny could hardly peel his eyes off of, though he did try to make an effort not to stare. A failed effort, but effort nonetheless. He nearly jumped out of his seat when she spoke up.

“Well good morning, precious. I’m so very happy to see you’re getting the hang of your new routine,” Rosina said, without turning around from her station at the oven. Johnny wondered to himself which witchy trick she pulled to observe him. He also wondered if she observed where his eyes had been stuck.

“Morning. You were right about the soup, uh…stretching me out, I guess. I’m really hungry. Can I…um, can I start in on these waffles?” He asked sheepishly, already feeling like a pig for the way he had been eating the last few days.

“Not yet. But soon,” she responded. “Be patient while I finish up some hash browns and bacon to serve alongside them - you need something savory cut the sweet with, of course.”

He folded his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails anxiously as he stared down the waffles. He could be patient. Right?

His stomach growled loudly with a resounding no.

Mercifully, he didn’t have to wait longer than a few minutes. The moment Rosina plopped the hash browns and bacon down before him, she gestured in a way that Johnny took to mean dig in.

Johnny demolished the fluffy waffles first, figuring that the overwhelming decadence of the syrup and butter would be much too hard to choke down if he was already full from the salty sides. To his surprise, though, he found he didn’t feel finished when he finished them. Getting full, sure - but not as full as he could be. He pushed away the empty waffle plate and pulled the one holding the bacon and hashbrowns closer. He started tucking into this part of his meal with more fervor than he anticipated.

Rosina watched him eat in awe. Not only was he on track to finish every bite, but he actually appeared to be enjoying every bite. He could claim this sudden burst of motivation was simply from wanting to leave as soon as possible, but Rosina had fed far too many victims in her time to mistake the looks of insatiable hunger on his face, or the subtle sounds of delight escaping him with every bite. He was barely giving himself a moment to breathe between mouthfuls, shoveling food into his mouth at an unmatched pace. Rosina once again found herself squeezing her thighs together, and felt a familiar heat rising in her cheeks and down below; she felt her pulse quickening beneath the thin skin of her neck.

Johnny finished the entirety of his breakfast in no time flat and didn’t need to be reminded to undo the button of his pants. He did so now instinctively, and they both watched as his filled stomach once again spilled forward into his lap, peeking out from beneath his tightening shirt. Then they both looked at each other, and when Johnny gave Rosina a small, shy smile, she almost lost her ability to speak.

“I - uh, I mean, you…I mean, well done. I’ve never seen one of my little pigs eat with such fervor before. Color me impressed.”

“Well, your plan worked. I was totally starving. Believe it or not, after unbuttoning my pants I feel like I could probably fit even more,” Johnny responded honestly, giving his rounded belly a pat for effect. “You said you were going to keep me stuffed all day, didn’t you? Looks like you need to hold up your end of the bargain.” It probably wasn’t smart to taunt a witch, but Johnny realized he quite liked teasing and egging her on when he felt he had the upper hand.

Rosina blinked. “That is a dangerous game you’re playing, boy. I absolutely do plan to keep you full…but don’t test me, or I will find ways to do it that you will find much less enjoyable.” She was not going to let Johnny intimidate her in his own adorable way. She decided to give him the rest of the day to fix his attitude before threatening to up the ante. “Your next task is to polish off a family-sized bag of chips and a liter of sugar-filled soda. Before lunch. Which is in four hours. Good luck.”

Rosina thrust the items she listed into Johnny’s hands and turned away from him to begin cleaning the kitchen. It was 9 AM, meaning he had until 1 PM to finish his snacks. Piece of cake, he thought to himself with what he felt was earned confidence.

——

Two and a half hours later, Johnny finished his pre-lunch snacks feeling like a sausage stuffed in its casing. The salt from the breakfast and chips had him bloated beyond anything he had felt before; he was even unable to re-button his jeans, leaving him no choice but to keep them undone. He was beginning to slightly regret his challenging words to Rosina earlier, but ultimately remained steadfast. There was still an hour and a half left before the lunch Rosina planned, and Johnny decided to spend it in a food coma, sleepily rubbing the thickening orb of his belly to help him digest.

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Lunch was an overstuffed (much like himself) triple-decker footlong sandwich, piled high with various cold cuts, cheeses and dressings - not to mention the heavy rosemary bread it was made with. Unsurprisingly, the sandwich was also indescribably delicious, but because Johnny was already so ridiculously full it took him a full hour and a half to finish it. Every bite was harder than the last to get down, and he could practically feel each one finding its new home on his waistline.

When he was finished, Johnny leaned back in his chair, pulled his shrinking shirt up above his belly, and used both hands to miserably rub his overfull stomach. It was packed tight as a drum with no room left for even a tiny ripple across his skin.

Rosina sauntered over to him to admire her work, eyes lingering on his exposed gut. Without shifting her gaze off of it, she spoke softly to him. “I’m rather proud of you. That sandwich was no joke.” She gently touched him on his middle, feeling his warm, taut skin on her cool fingertips. It sent a thrill through her.

Johnny wouldn’t say it out loud, but it sent a thrill through him, too.

Rosina left him to recline in his seat, slowly making her way to the fireplace to relax a while after all the cooking she’d done so far. She sat in one of her fireside chairs and spoke to Johnny from it.

“Supper will be at 7. You’ve got four and a half hours to rest off that big lunch, but don’t forget - as soon as you feel the slightest bit of space in there, it’s time to top yourself off.” She turned her head around the chair to look at him and pointed to the windowsill above the sink. “There’s a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies cooling over there - I expect them to be gone by dinnertime.” She turned back around when she confirmed that his eyes followed her finger to the plate.

It took Johnny a further 30 minutes to ease off of his chair. He briefly worried that his still-unbuttoned pants might slip off of his waist when he got up, but it was quickly apparent that was not going to be an issue, possibly ever again - his widening love handles were keeping his pants in place just fine. On his way back to his bedroom, he snagged the plate of cookies from the windowsill to bring along with him.

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Back in his room, Johnny sat on his bed and took a moment to consider his situation…as well as his comically rounded stomach, which was currently resting firmly in his lap. He set the plate of cookies on the bedside table and placed both hands on his taut stomach again, really feeling it for the first time since he arrived at Rosina’s cottage. He had been rubbing it to ease discomfort after every meal and before going to sleep, but now he was…exploring it? He dragged his hands up and down, left and right, curiously recognizing the sensation of having more of himself to touch. Strangely, the sensation was not necessarily unwelcome. He let his mind wander.

What would it be like to truly let himself go? College had already begun to unravel him, transforming his formerly lean and athletic body into one slightly softer with the barest hint of an outward bulge, thanks to all the beer; but he was still at least actively avoiding getting truly fat before Rosina took him prisoner. He’d fast after a weekend of too much indulgence, or spend a couple of days in the gym here and there to offset his excessive calorie consumption. What would happen to him once he allowed those excess calories to accumulate?

He poked his tummy and his finger bounced right back off of it; he was packed too full for it to have any give. He excitedly wondered what it would feel like when his finger would sink into a roll of plush fat instead. How much more eating would that take? Would he really eat himself that fat in his time here?

The thought caused a stir down below. Johnny had always loved to eat and drink, but kept himself in check as best he could. The realization struck him that this was a real opportunity to give in, and finally stop restraining himself from enjoying what he loved.

He looked over at the cookies. One hand reached for the plate, and the other kept rubbing his middle. The first bite of a cookie caused his cock to jump when it dawned on him how truly gluttonous this was, on top of everything else he had already eaten and what more was still to come. His pulse quickened and he found another kind of appetite he hadn’t realized he had been suppressing for so long - his whole life, maybe. He finished the cookie in two more bites and greedily reached for another, then another. One hand continued to feed while the other continued to rub his stomach, but slowly descended downward, eventually squeezing through and disappearing into his pants.

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Four hours later, Rosina was tapping her foot impatiently in the kitchen, waiting for Johnny to join her. She gave him an extra 10 minutes but found she could wait no longer than that and decided to find out what the holdup was.

She magicked the eye slot of his door open with annoyance, ready to chastise him for keeping her waiting, but her words caught in her throat when she laid eyes upon him: he was fast asleep, one hand resting atop the rounded dome of a belly jutting out from him; the other resting on an almost-empty plate, if not for the bits of crumbs scattered upon it. The image of him in such a glutted state did something to her that it never did with any of her former victims. She shut the eye slot as quickly yet quietly as she could and immediately walked back into her own room. Dinner can wait an extra thirty minutes, she thought, as she feverishly relieved herself of the pent up frustration that had been building within her for days.

——

Once she obtained some…clarity, Rosina walked back to Johnny’s door and rapped on it, electing to leave the eye slot closed so he could preserve some measure of dignity. “Wake up, sugar. You’re late for dinner.”

She heard some shuffling and grumbling, and eventually the sound of a glass plate being placed on the hardwood bedside table. “Uh…be right out,” Johnny muttered from behind the door. Rosina chose not to respond and instead flitted off into the kitchen, not ready to look Johnny in the eyes again after what she’d done alone in her bed while thinking of him.

A few moments later, she was delighted to see that Johnny’s distended gut entered the room before the rest of him. He had done so well for her, obeying her order to stay stuffed full all day, and now his bloated form was really starting to show some progress! His final challenge of the day was set up for him on the counter, just as his previous meals had been; this time, Rosina opted for a classic pepperoni pizza. She had run out of cooking energy, but judging by the look on Johnny’s face, he didn’t mind.

“Looks like you’ve found my weakness,” he admitted as he took his usual place at the counter. “Even on a regular day I could eat a large by myself, but then again, I don’t think I have very much room left today...” He patted his tight stomach to emphasize his point, but sat at the counter anyway.

Rosina raised an eyebrow at him. “If you’re still able to walk, you’ve got room,” she stated matter-of-factly. He rolled his eyes at her in response, so Rosina figured that maybe a little praise was in order. She wanted him to keep up the good work, after all.

“I’ll be honest with you, Johnny, you’ve actually exceeded my expectations today. It seems you’re really committed to accomplishing the goals I’ve set out for you, and ahead of schedule at that. Are you so eager to leave?” She gave him a smirk and paired it with the same puppy eyes she used on him before - she quite liked the reaction they had netted her then.

Despite himself, Johnny’s heart skipped a beat. Even though she was holding him here against his will, manipulating him for her own gain, using him for nefarious (and still yet untold) purposes…he’d be damned if he couldn’t admit to himself that he found her terribly beautiful, and that he actually didn’t mind being trapped here with her all that much, if he was already being honest. He wanted to play her little game, and drove the ball right back into her court.

“I’m eager to see how much of that pizza I can get down before I tap out. Are you going to punish me in some way if I can’t finish it?” He couldn’t help himself - he liked the tiny, almost imperceptible micro-cues that displayed on her face when he surprised her, before she could fix them. He smirked back at her when he saw her eyes subtly widen, then quickly flicker to his protruding stomach and back up to his eyes in a nanosecond. She recovered quickly, he’d give her that.

“Hah. I admire your enthusiasm. Let’s cross that bridge when - no, if - we get there. Your appetite might surprise even yourself.” She magicked a plate in front of him and remotely flipped open the top of the cardboard box without touching it, floating a slice of oily, cheesy, sinful pepperoni pizza down to him.

Johnny licked his lips. He was still completely full - he had finished every single one of those cookies, after all, but it had been a few hours since then and he knew he could get down at least half of the pizza. Rosina had unintentionally chosen a meal he could gorge himself on any given day, so he was optimistic about his chances. The first slice went down with no issue or pause…but there were seven more to go.

Rosina watched Johnny quietly as he ate, not speaking a word during the first three slices he put away. She piped up when he started on his fourth with no signs of slowing down. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this,” she teased, already having surmised that Johnny was growing accustomed to and liking gorging himself on fattening foods more than the average bear.

A blush rose to Johnny’s cheeks. He knew she’d spot his newfound guilty pleasure at some point, but he was still reluctant to face it boldly himself. He swallowed the final bite of his fourth slice - the halfway mark - and tried to direct the attention of his gluttony elsewhere. “Of course I’m enjoying it. Who wouldn’t? I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t like pizza,” he tried. His attempt at misdirection had the opposite of the intended effect.

“That may be so,” Rosina began, faking like she was going to let him off the hook; she continued, “…but have you ever met anyone who can polish off a large one, by themselves, after already having eaten as much as you have today?”

She relished in the deepening flush of his cheeks, as if urging her to carry on her teasing. Johnny paused eating to rest a moment, absently rubbing his gut ever so softly; mouth shut, but eyes and ears watching and listening to her every word intently.

“I mean just think about it. For breakfast, you had five buttery, syrupy waffles, six slices of bacon, and half a skillet full of hash browns. That’s enough to feed three people easily, but you ate it all by yourself. Then you had a ‘snack’” - she air-quoted the word with overexaggeration - “which was a giant, family-sized bag of greasy potato chips that would usually be reserved for a party or for eating over several days. Nope, not in your case - you poured every last crumb into your mouth in one sitting, and washed it down with a liter of sugary soda. That is absurdly indulgent.”

Rosina clocked Johnny’s quickening breath, and definitely did not miss the slight twitch in his pants. They were so tight they left very little to the imagination. She took this as permission to continue.

“All of that still wasn’t enough for you. For lunch you had a sandwich that was the size of your torso. I don’t even think you want to know how many calories were in the bread alone. I actually have no idea how you managed to finish that one. And yet still you had room for dessert! You ate five chocolate chip cookies after that. Five!” She grew more excited with every word, volume increasing as she went on.

The bulge in Johnny’s pants was now fully apparent and unmistakeable; his eyes were glazed over with lust. Rosina smiled wickedly as she watched him reach for a fifth slice of pizza, his eyes never leaving hers.

“And now look at you. Going to town on pizza, even after all of that. You didn’t even need any help from me - you just needed the permission. A little push. Time to stop hiding from yourself, you gluttonous thing. Just let go already - every day is going to be like this. You may as well give into what it’s going to do to you.”

That was the straw that broke the pig’s back. Johnny began to palm his swollen cock over his jeans, using the forward momentum of arousal to surge past the growing pain in his stomach, to shovel more fattening food into his greedy mouth. He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to - he was a machine now. A machine designed entirely to eat.

Rosina watched him with hunger of a different variety. She nearly had to sit on her hands to stop herself from touching him. Heat within her sparked again at every moan he voiced, a pulse went through her every time he stopped mid-bite to burp; by the time Johnny managed to force down the last of the pizza, she was completely slick between her legs.

Johnny’s feast had a similar effect on him. Unfortunately, he was too full to do anything about it. All he could do was lie back and groan in discomfort - he couldn’t even bring himself to rub his belly like he was habitually doing after each meal now, as he couldn’t bear for it to be touched at the moment. He thought a single graze of a finger might make him pop.

The two silently sat in each other’s company for a solid half an hour, each vaguely contemplating the responses their bodies had given them during this feasting episode. After some time, Rosina rose first, wordlessly offering Johnny her arm for support, which he took with a heavy hand. With her help, he was able to slowly drag himself, leaning upon Rosina’s shoulder all the while, back into his bed for a fitful sleep - punctuated by small burps and moans until he finally drifted off.