PoV: You try to leave the nice witch's house, but she keeps giving you more, and more, and more and more, and moooooore snacks-
"Really? Are you STILL trying to get up and leave through the door? Really?" The witch lets out a long sigh as she puts the platter of cookie dough cinnamon rolls she had intended on giving you, on the table at your side. Which at the size you are now? Might as well be a thousand miles away.
The witch meanwhile. Saddles on up on your belly, which ages ago already met the floor and is now spreading across it. Her one piece dress showing her toned butt sinking against your layer of soft, soft pudge.
"You don't really understand what would happen if you were to succeed in wobbling out of here, do you? Why, do you think your hips would fit through the narrow path?" She extends one of her well manicured hands to your side as she continues to talk, in a tone that is neither mocking or mean, as if she was genuinely worried for you.
"Do you think yourself spry enough to still walk down the forest? Instead of heaving and huffing with each crater making step you talk? And do you think the wolfs out there, would miss such a decadent treat as you, walking through their territory?" As she says this, her fingers grab one of the many uncovered flab rolls at your side and squuuueeeeeze... Letting you feel her nails against your soft skin.
"So come now let's enjoy our time together hmmm?" She let's go of your flab roll, and grabs the tray again. Taking one huge treat and offering it your lips meaning to feed it to you herself but...
You scarf it down yourself.