Nick winced as the perverted witch tightly grabbed his penis. His toes twitched as she gently squeezed it tightly. Every instinct in the young theif's body told him to run, but that was out of the question in his current state. He just stared at the witches hand grasping him. those long nails could do him (and the future Nimblepaws dynasty) serious injury.
The witch held the ladle up to his mouth again. "There's plenty of stew!" she cackled. Nick didn't seem to have much choice. He consumed the ladle's contents again and again.
The forged feeding lasted for an hour, the witch clutching Nick's penis with one hand and feeding him with the other. His belly swelled to bursting point and his bladder was too but the witch's grip kept him from urinating. The cauldron now empty, Nick suddenly started feeling very strange.