You wake up inside the house, your head a little dizzy as you hold your hand up to your forhead and groan. "Ahhh, your awake deary!" Says the witch, a wide grin against her fat, ugly face. "I got such plans for you, but first let me appologize for my temper, sit, eat, and enjoy!" She walks to the side of you and helps you up, and that's when you see a feast on the table in front of you! All your favorite food are there, everything you always wanted to eat, loved to eat, needed to have on an everyday basis is sitting right within your reach! "Oh man! What a feast! But wait, why are you feeding me like this?" You ask, a puzzled look on your face. "I mean I'm not goona get as fat as you?" The witch looks at you with an angry scowl, but it subsides to a warm smile as she gestures to the table. "Don't worry deary, it won't make you fat at all!" She says as you sit down and gulp as much food down as possible.
As you go for your second helping, a strange feeling comes over you. You get up and decide you want to excercise? Usually that's not that weird when your at home, but you just have this great urge to lift as much weight as you can! To pump your muscles up to there breaking point! Before you can even ask for weight equipment the witch points her finger into the next room where there is brand new weight benches and preacer curl machines, not to mention a bumbardment of free weights and other goodies for you too try! "Go and excercise, then come back to eat again, we need you nice and strong dear boy!" She looks on and cackles as you lift as heavy as you can, pushing yourself to the brink. Tired after 3 hours you come back to the table and go through two more helpings.
After about 6 hours you begin to notice your cloths are getting tighter, and your muscles have begun to expand out all over. Your once lean body now has been covered with your new gurth of muscle that continues to expand! You sit down for another 4 helpings, and after you finish, you somehow feel oh so sleepy. The witch moves you over to another room where there is a big soft bed for you to lay on. "You rest now deary, and tomorrow you can eat and excercise again! We need you to be as bid and strong as we can!" After the third day you have begun to get to large for your cloths anymore, and have ripped through your shirt and pants with your new found muscle! You stand on a scale for the witch, your mind now very obidient to her, and weigh in at close to 275 pounds of solid muscle! "Soon my free range bodybuilder, you will be ready!" As she says this, you mindlesly nod and begin to eat again, shoveling more and more food down.
Your practically inhuman by the end of the second week as she measures you. Flexing and grinning the whole time you make posses for her, your biceps peaking at 30 inches, your chest so wide and huge you need to go through the double doors of the house sideways, not to mention your quads and calves so big you can no longer walk, let alone run anywhere anymore! "Your almost done my pretty!" The witch says looking over your lean body, measuring your fat content. "5% body fat! mmmmm your gonna be so lean and yummy!" She happily says as she licks her fat lips! You nod again and head to the weight room, waddling the whole way. You find it even harder to move anymore and need to roll one leg over the next to get there. AS you lay down for more bench press you dreamily think "I need to leave.... I don't want too leave.... I'm so happy....." And just keep going.