Circe was all smiles as the two youngsters started to avidly dig in the feast she had laid out for them. Yet that sparkling smile did not reach her eyes. The truth was, this feast and its lavish foods and drinks were cursed. Not only did it transform the eaters, it also prompted them to eat more and more. Prince Brendan bit in hungrily into a roasted suckling pig and the young man marvelled at how crispy the skin was and how the bones were a delight to chew and lick and gnaw. The wine was to his taste too as he gulped it fast and greedily. Jurgen, for one, heeded his sweet tooth at once and he started sinking his teeth in as many cakes and pies as he could. Large slices of bread, butter and honey vanished into his mouth and down his belly. They both ate and ate, smacking their lips and chewing forcefully, thanking Circe for such a table suited for gods in person.
"Do not mention it, boys!" gushed the sorceress in an innocent-sounding voice. "It is my pleasure, nay, my duty as a host. And I have always loved seeing boys witch such healthy appetites!"
Her voice was so sweet, so caressing, that Brendan and Jurgen felt no more qualms at the notion of stuffing their faces. They were so engrossed in enjoying that marvellous food that they never noticed how evilly Circe's eyes glinted. Hypnotised by the wondrous flavours, they did not notice their bodies putting on serious pounds. Weight accumulated upon them, their fingers resembling fat sausages and their guts expanding drastically. Circe put a quick spell upon their clothes so that they got larger with their bodies. And in no time, the two youngsters were all chubbiness. Yet they still were intent on enjoying the irresistible beverages and dishes set for them. It like heaven in their eyes! But for Circe, other transformations and magic were now in order...