“Breakfast time!” called the witch from the kitchen the next day. It was the beginning of Gretel’s third day at the gingerbread house. The past two days had been a blur of cakes, pastries, sweets, and desserts of all kinds—a blur that had found its way into Gretel’s ever-hungry mouth, and onto her ever-growing boobs, ass, thighs, belly, arms…basically every inch of her.

“Coming!” came the sound of Gretel’s voice from down the hall, where her room in the single-floor gingerbread house was located. The witch could hear the sound of creaking floorboards as the hungry girl neared the kitchen, until finally she appeared.

Gretel had done her fair share of growing since yesterday. It seemed that the bigger she got, the bigger her appetite became and as a result, the more she grew. It was like a snowball of eating and growing, and Gretel just kept going!

As she stepped in through the doorway, the witch realized just how big her little (ok, not so little) guest was getting. Her wide, voluptuous hips were almost as wide as the doorframe. She was getting taller too—it seemed each day her head inched closer and closer to the top of the doorway, as she filled it out more and more with each passing day.

“Good morning Miss Witchy! I found this cute tube top in the closet…did it belong to your niece too?” asked Gretel, motioning to the leaf-green too-tight tube top she had squeezed herself into that morning, which did nothing to hide her overgrown chest and plumpening belly. “And I love this skirt!” she added, turning around to show off the white skirt she had also found and squeezed into. The poor skirt was way too short and small—it hugged her wide hips and stretched tightly over her big ass, which was actually too big for it. A hint of her panties could be seen.

The witch gaped at the girl, keeping her mouth from watering at the sight of the meaty, busty, voluptuous girl squeezed into such tight clothes.

“Yes it did, dear. But I think it fits you better” lied the witch, who had to remember the story she had made up about those clothes belonging to her niece as she stared at Gretel’s bulging cleavage. Her mounds of overflowing breast flesh poured out of the strapless tube top, which did nothing to conceal the size of her massive boobs. Her exposed arms provided a nice, meaty frame, as they too were getting chubbier along with the rest of her.

“Thanks Miss Witchy! Is breakfast ready yet? I’m starving!” went Gretel happily, as she pulled out a seat at the table she had spent countless hours at, gobbling down dessert after dessert. She lowered her huge butt into the chair, which was easily filled up as her big ass bulged over the sides. The witch winced as she heard the chair creak under the girl’s weight.

“BUUURRPPPPP!!!” went Gretel, letting out a big burp after chugging down the last of her jug of chocolate milk. She leaned back in her seat (which groaned in reply), looking past her huge, bulging boobs at the stacks of empty plates and bowls on the table before her.

“Mmmm that was such a great breakfast Miss Witchy! It’s like the meals you’re preparing me are getting even bigger…not that I’m complaining” she giggled, her overflowing cleavage jiggling as she put her hands on her well-fed belly. Even more of it was showing now as compared to yesterday’s shirt, and it was definitely looking plumper. It pooched chubbily over her lap (thankfully, her skirt was garter). Despite all the weight Gretel was gaining though, she still maintained that hourglass figure of hers. However chubbier her belly was getting, her huge boobs and ass saw to it that they were not to be outmatched.

The witch gazed at the well-fed girl, and her thoughts drifted to page 27 of her “Cooking Children” cookbook, whose header read “Recipe 18: Glazed Stuffed Girl”. She immediately snapped back to reality, smiling at Gretel as she took the girl’s dishes to the sink.

After breakfast, the witch introduced Gretel to something she had been working on during the past two nights. It was another one of the witch’s little ways of helping Gretel get even bigger.

“It’s a robot!” remarked Gretel with a childlike smile, looking down at the robot that only reached until her thighs.  It was the color of licorice, sleek red, and had a spheroid head attached to a cylindrical body. The whole thing was supported on a couple of strong, cookie-dough wheels.

“He’s called H-bot, short for Health-robot” said the witch proudly, patting her invention on its noggin. Like everything in the house, the robot too was made of sweets, but was powered by magic. “H-bot will help in any way it can to make sure you grow nice and healthy”.

“Oh cool! I wanna be healthy, Miss Witchy!” said Gretel, bending down and squatting to the level of H-bot. Her huge boobs pressed against her knees, her cleavage pouring out of the tube top even more as her soft, chubby belly pressed against the top of her thighs.

“Think of him as a personal butler of sorts” said the witch thoughtfully, watching from behind as Gretel’s poor skirt strained against her bulging butt. “H-bot, get Gretel some cake!”

“Right away” replied the red robot in an electronic voice, dashing towards the kitchen. He returned moments later, an entire chocolate cake suspended on a platform held up by a robotic, candy-cane arm.

“Now feed Gretel, H-bot” instructed the witch. Another candy cane arm appeared out of the robot, this one with a mechanical hand attached to its end. The hand expertly grabbed a perfect slice of cake, and extended itself towards Gretel’s face.

“Coooool!” exclaimed Gretel, opening her mouth as the robot gently drew the cake to it, the pretty girl taking a big bite out of the cake. “H-bot’s amazing, Miss Witchy!” she remarked through a mouthful of cake.

“Glad you think so, my dear” smiled the witch.

“C’mon H-bot, let’s go have some more fun!” said Gretel, standing up and holding the slice of cake in her hand, popping the last of it into her mouth. The robot swiveled attentively after her, the rest of the cake still stacked on the platform on one of its arms.

“Okay” replied the bot in its electronic voice. Of course, “more fun” only meant “more food” for Gretel. Now that she had her own personal butler-slash-feeding machine, she was going to have all the fun she wanted. The witch really was spoiling her.



Gretel spent the rest of the day playing with H-bot, the robot tireless as it fetched and fed Gretel all the food and sweets she desired. The robot could even cook, preparing wonderful desserts and treats for the girl. The witch, meanwhile, took the time in between preparing more food for Gretel to browse her “Cooking Children” cookbook, dreaming up the countless possible dishes she could make from the growing girl—there certainly was enough of her to go around, as she seemed to be getting even bigger throughout the day.


Later that evening, the witch still had her nose in the book as she strolled casually to the kitchen, to fix Gretel a nice big stuffing dinner. She had just entered the kitchen, when she heard her delicious guest and her beeping creation going about their antics inside.

“Oh hey Miss Witchy!” called the voice of Gretel from the table. “H-bot and I were just playing a game—he’s really good!”

The witch looked up from her book and gave out a little gasp to see how much bigger Gretel had grown in a single day with H-bot. The girl was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, which creaked under her weight, the candy cane legs buckling under her. Her huge ass was pouring over the sides, her hips and the sides of her now even plumper belly bulged against the candy cane arm rests of the chair, her blubber overflowing over them. Her now even huger boobs caused her tube top to groan and creak in protest, even more of her belly showing as it bulged over her lap.


“H-bot, bring me…” went Gretel, a thoughtful look coming over her face. “…another piece of caramel cake!”

“Right away” went the robot, dashing towards the fridge and returning to Gretel, holding a large slice of cake dripping with caramel and whip cream in his hand. He then proceeded to feed Gretel the cake.

“Mmmm, isn’t he so good at this game, Miss Witchy?” smiled Gretel through a mouthful of the fattening cake, the chair groaning under her weight.

“Yes, he is, my dear” went the witch, staring at the girl’s showing belly as it pooched over her lap. “Anyway, I’m about to make dinner so I hope you saved room”.

“Oh boy, dinner! Of course I’ve got room Miss Witchy, I’ve always got room for more” she giggled in reply, her overflowing cleavage jiggling as she did. Just then…

*CRACKKK!!*

*SNAPPP!!!*

The poor candy cane arms of the chair broke, snapping clean off, unable to take Gretel’s expanding width anymore. Her meaty hips and love handles bulged out freely, her huge ass still pouring over the seat of the poor chair, whose legs were next.

“You are soooo good at this, H-bot!” giggled Gretel, returning her attention to the robot as she placed her hands on her well-fed belly, giving it a pat. The witch watched from the corner of her eye as Gretel’s ever-growing belly jiggled with fat, and she began to wonder if maybe the girl was starting to get a bit TOO big.





Later that night, Gretel hung out with H-bot inside her room, about to get ready for bed. The full-figured, growing girl was sprawled out on her bed which she was beginning to get too tall for (not to mention too heavy as it creaked every time she shifted her weight). H-bot, ever obedient and tireless, was feeding her some blueberry cheesecake with his mechanical candy-cane arms.

The pretty young blonde was still wearing the tube top from earlier today, which had managed to grow increasingly tighter throughout her day of eating. Below, however, she had stripped down to her tight panties, which was her preferred sleeping attire. She noted they were starting to get a bit too tight again, although the witch had just bought them for her yesterday. She really was a growing girl, as demonstrated earlier by the chair not being able to handle her increasing size. Gretel lay on the bed, her chubby arms folded behind her head relaxingly as H-Bot fed her, her now gigantic boobs bulging upwards like two mountains of soft, wobbling flesh. Her tube top strained and creaked against her huge chest, her cleavage pouring as the rest of her top rode up even more, to show off more of her increasingly plumpening belly.

“I am so glad you’re here H-bot, you’re really helping me get even healthier!” said Gretel as H-bot stuffed the rest of the slice of blueberry cheesecake into her mouth. “It’s the least I can do to show my appreciation for Miss Witchy…she’s been so nice to me”.

“Mm-hmm” went H-bot, whose artificial intelligence actually made him a quite decent companion. You’d think he was a real person, if it weren’t for the electronic voice and appearance. “That’s the last of the cake, miss Gretel” said the robot, stacking the empty plate on top of several others, all of which Gretel had eaten out of for her “pre-bedtime snack”.

“Awww…that’s it? Oh well, I can always have more tomorrow” pouted Gretel a bit disappointedly, licking her fingers clean as she sat up on her bed. The bed creaked again as she shifted her weight, her well-fed, exposed tummy bulging onto her lap once more as her huge breasts caused her bra to groan once more as they wobbled to a halt. She then reached out a chubby arm for a large glass of milkshake which was only a quarter full. The growing girl then chugged the last of the sweet, thick drink down.

“BUUURRPPPPP!!!” went Gretel, letting out a healthy burp as she set the now empty glass back down. She then got up off her bed and walked towards her closet and full-length mirror, her big, meaty thighs rubbing together and her gigantic rump swaying and wobbling as she went, making her panties creak in protest.

Gretel eyed herself in the mirror, from her chubby arms and enormous boobs, to her showing, chubby belly, to her huge wide hips and thick thighs.

“Wow, I’m getting really healthy aren’t I, H-bot?” she went with a smile, stretching her chubby arms up and stifling a yawn, although her tube top couldn’t stifle the groan it let out as she thrust her huge chest out further with her stretch.

“Yes, ma’am” replied H-bot, his electronic face scanning the full-figured girl.

“I hope Miss Witchy doesn’t think I’m getting TOO healthy” she exclaimed, grabbing the hem of her tube top and pulling. It took her a couple of seconds, but eventually she pulled the tight top off. “I’m not getting TOO healthy, am I H-bot?” she asked, just as her enormous boobs bounced out freely, her brand new bra already starting to look too small.

“Not at all, ma’am” lied the robot. His scanners told him that Gretel was now quite beyond the witch’s ideal size. Although he knew his creator intended for her to get bigger.

Gretel then unhooked her tight bra, which the witch had just bought for her yesterday. The poor thing practically flew off since it was so tight, and Gretel’s massive melons tumbled out, free of their prison. H-bot let out a surprised beep.

“Oh that’s good” began Gretel with a smile as she reached for the familiar orange Reese’s shirt from yesterday, and began slipping into it—or rather, squeezing into it. After getting her head and chubby arms through, she began the challenge of stretching the tight fabric over those gigantic tits of hers. “I was…urgghhh…beginning to think…ughhhh!...that I was getting…urggghhhh…a bit too big!” she groaned, as she inched the creaking fabric over her huge breasts.

*RIPPPPP!!!*

The shirt tore across the neckline all the way down the front, unable to take the sheer size of Gretel’s way too big boobs. Gretel smiled and blushed a bit as she stared at her reflection, the “Reese’s” text torn in half as her cleavage overflowed out of the front of the shirt, which also showed off her chubby belly. Without a bra, the girl’s nipples were obvious against the fabric, which stretched over her gigantic boobs like a second skin.

“Oopsies…maybe I shouldn’t have had that fifth cheesecake” giggled Gretel, her bulging cleavage and chubby belly jiggling slightly as she did.