The chocolates were really yummy. You ate the whole box of them and yet you'd like to eat more. Really, they were lip-smacking good! You started thinking more about the super flavours. You always had a sweet tooth so whoever it was from, you appreciated the gift of this box of chocolate. It was nice. You hope your secret admirer is not a fat ugly chick, or worse, a guy. You were an outright bully back in school and if it was still fun in college, afterwards, when you realized you should have spent more time studying than being mean, it was too late. The other guys you thought were your friends refused to truly help you out and those who could have been sincere friends you had ostracized by mocking them viciously. So now you were alone and these chocolates felt nice. But still, if your secret admirer was ugly or a homosexual, you'd be outright mean again. You were not THAT desperate, after all! Oh, and it'd be nice to feel as powerful as when you had social relevancy as a bully!
You snickered at that thought when your eyes fell upon your stomach. It was... big. No, paunchy! When did that happen? It looked gross! It was a real gut! You touched tentatively at your big belly and noticed your fingers had become fat little sausages! You felt suddenly tight in your clothes, and you undressed in a panic. Your feet were rounder and fatter! Your butt and hips were real shelves. And your bellybutton vanished under new folds of fat. You could not see your penis and balls anymore! Moreover, you felt weak and you slumped on the ground. Were you having an allergic reaction to those chocolates? It must have been, because you could not be a fat overweight slob! You just couldn't! You tried to scream but only pathetic gurgles came out of your mouth. You flailed your limbs uselessly and saw that you body hair was gone too!
"Need some help?" said a voice above you.
A beautiful girl in a black dress, pointy hat and with a stick in her hand was smiling down at you. Was she your admirer? Damn, she was hot! But more importantly, she could help you!
"Oh, don't bother trying to get any help from me," said the girl. "I am the one who sent you these chocolates. I am a witch, you see, and you made one of my friends miserable. Her name won't tell you anything. You've bullied so many, now, haven't you."
A witch? That couldn't be good... You tried to apologize but nothing intelligible could be heard.
"Oh, don't bother. Making you fat was the first part of the spell. I'm going to take my time with the second. You've acted like a selfish fat baby. So you'l become one. Ready to to hit childhood again? But what sort exactly? The possibilities are endless..." said the witch with an evil smile that did not bode well for you.