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Gretel, Part 1

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Cona was small and thin for an eighteen-year-old. In fact, people often mistook her for a kid. She resented her short stature. She found that she was rarely taken seriously by others because of her young appearance.

Not having many friends, Cona had a passion for animals. She spent her evenings volunteering at an animal shelter by her house. Because her town was on the edge of the woods, people regularly called in with reports of animals that had wandered off into the folliage and gotten wounded or lost. Unable to stand the thought of an animal in pain meed need, Cona often found herself venturing out into the woods herself. Each trip seemed to take her deeper into the thickening trees.

“Fluffy!” she called, after two hours of searching. A glance up at the speckles of sky she could make out through the leaves told Cona that the sun was beginning to set. She had to head back, but she didn’t want to give up just yet. “Fluffy!” Cona called again through her cupped hands.

A ball of white fur darted by a few yards away from her. “Fluffy!” Cona took chase, but she couldn’t keep up. Soon the pup had disappeared, and Cona had lost track of what direction she was facing. She walked through bushes and leaves, ducking under branches, trying to find her way, but it was getting dark, and nothing looked familiar anymore. She felt exhausted, dehydrated, and most of all, hungry. If she didn’t get home soon, her parents were going to worry about her.

“Miss?” someone called from behind her. “Miss, are you okay?”

Cona turned around. She could make out the figure of a woman. “Yeah,” she said awkwardly. “Just a bit lost. Do you think you can point me to the direction of town?”

Cona could make out the woman better as she approached. She looked to be in her sixties or so. She was slim, but sturdy-looking, and carried a cane, though she did not seem to be relying on it much to walk. “What’s your name miss?” the woman said.

“Cona.”

The woman nodded. “I’m Edna. Why don’t you come to my cabin – you can use the phone. It’s far too late for a young girl like you to try to head back on her own.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Cona protested.

But the old woman was already walking off. “Come along,” she said. “Supper’s about done.”

Cona hesitated, not knowing what course to take. Trying to get back to town without directions could prove troublesome. And she wasn’t beyond a free meal. Cona placed her hand against her stomach just as it growled. Sighing, she followed Edna before the woman could disappear into the trees.

Edna’s cabin was quaint and homey from the outside. As Cona entered, she was overcome by the warmth of the fireplace, and the aroma of delicious foods. Feeling instantly comfortable, Cona’s muscles relaxed as she followed Edna into the dining room. Edna pulled out a seat for her.

“Mam,” said Cona. “Erm – the phone.”

“What’s the hassle?” said Edna, as she bustled into the next room. “Young people these days, always in such a rush.”

Cona bit her lip, not wanting to come off as impolite. She sat in silence as Edna brought out one massive dish at a time – a entire roasted pork, a mountain of macaroni and cheese, another mashed potatoes, a huge boat of thick gravy, a basket of rolls, and a varieties of pies – among other things. It was far too much for one, let alone two people. It looked as though Edna had prepared a Thanksgiving feast.

Edna made Cona a plate piled with food, before sliding it in front of her.

“Go ahead, dear.”

Cona didn’t need to be told twice. She dug in.

That evening , Cona stuffed herself with more food than she was ever allowed to eat at home. It was all so delicious. Edna provided her with serving after serving, and Cona ate until she felt sick.

Soon it was late, and Edna was leading her away. Cona drowsily allowed herself to be ushered along to a guest room.

“Why don’t you spend the night? I’ll take you to town tomorrow morning.”

Cona could do little more but nod in agreement. She just felt so lethargic all the sudden.

“Good night dear.” Cona felt herself being deposited against a mattress. “Sweet dreams.”

“Thanks mam,” Cona mumbled back, before dropping against the pillows and falling asleep.

-

When Cona awoke, she was no longer against the nice, soft mattress. Instead, her body was sprawled against a hard wood floor. Groaning, she sat up, to notice that she was in Edna’s living room, on the ground beside a dusty old radiator. “What am I…” she trailed off, as she noticed discomfort in her ankle. She glanced down at it to see that there was a piece of rope encircling it, attaching her to the radiator, that was affixed to the floor, and might as well have been part of it.

Cona immediately began to tug at the rope. “What the hell,” she said, panicking. She jerked at it more desperately.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Cona looked up as Edna entered from the next room. She was wearing an apron.

“What do you want?” said Cona. “My family doesn't have much money-”

Edna cackled. “I'm not interested in money.”

“Then what?” said Cona.

“Oh, you'll see in due time.”
Cona is kidnapped then forced to eat exorbitant amounts of food.

Weight gain focused in belly expansion, maybe breasts and/or butt and/or hips.

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