The Witch-House
 
The wind was blowing through the ancient trees of the Dark Woods, and a leprous yellow moon was shining on the night sky. Through that desolate place, where the only animals that dared to make a sound were such creatures of darkness as dusky owls and hairy bats, a lone traveller made their way towards some unknown destination.
 
Meanwhile, in a great house in the heart of the Dark Woods, Lavinia the Witch was mixing her special brew in a huge, black cauldron. She grabbed a flask from a nearby shelf and turned just a few drops of it's liquid contents into the mixture, and the brew's color changed from red to purple. She then took a small box from the same shelf and opened it, picking up a bit of the dark greyish dust it contained and throwing it inside the cauldron as well. It's contents changed from purple to light green, and Lavinia cackled triumphantly.
 
"I knew the Ashes from the Easter Kings' Tomb would do the trick! Now all I have to do is wait for an opportunity to test the new brew!"
 
A little introduction to Lavinia is needed. She was a witch, quite naturaly, and had been resident of the house in the Dark Woods for more than a century by now. In folklore, many witches are portrayed as monstrous, wizened hags, but that couldn't be further from the truth. No women with access to the forbidden dark arts would allow herself to grow old and ugly when there were so many mystical ways to keep oneself ever beautiful and free from the ravages of time.
 
And even amongst witches, Lavinia was considered to be quite beautiful: her purple hair was long and lustrous, her eyes were like gems, her face was perfect and her lips were inviting, specially when she allowed herself to smile. Her body though was what made her absolutely irresistable. She was as tall as a barbarian woman, with child-bearing hips and thighs as thick as tree-trunks, and an ass so massive it looked like it could cruss watermelons between it's fat cheeks. Her tits were humongous, so gigantic they went down to her bellybutton. The tight, close fitting black dress she wore did nothing to hide the curves of Lavinia's guitar-shaped body, and a pointed hat completed her witchy look.
 
Lavinia's form was owned certainly to her diet, which consisted exclusively of human flesh, specially that of children and younger people, as she found their meat more tender and delectable. There many many villages near the Dark Woods, and some families even lived in cottages inside that dreary place. But the Woods were huge and very much like a green labyrinth, and any traveller trying to cross it or leaving their cottage to gather wood was bound to get lost in it.
 
They would wander aimlessly but would invariably, due to some terrible spatial magic, always find themselves in front of the Witch-House. They would be surely attracted by the inviting lights shining through the windows and the smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. The promise of a cozy roof over their heads, a warm fire to keep the cold wind of the forest away and a tasty supper to fill their bellies would infallibly make them forget any possible legend or warning received from their parents or neighboors, and they would find themselves knocking at the door.
 
The door was always opened by a beautiful woman in a black dress with a kind smile, who invited the poor trembling visitor in. She proved to be a kind host, who, insisting that her guest was "only skin and bones", gave them an abundant dinner. But the young traveller or lost child was never seen again after that.
 
Usually Lavinia would deplete the children and teenagers of the cottages and nearby villages, forcing their heart-broken families to move away, but there many people in search of places to live, even if said places were as terrible as the outskirts or inside the Dark Woods, and those people always brought their sons and daughters alongside them, so the amount of young ones was always replenished.
 
Still, there were times when once depleted, the number of children took way too long to be replenished, and Lavinia came dangerously close to starving. That just wouldn't do, specially when her looks and youth and powers were so dependent of her diet, so she was forced to devour adult travellers who came knocking at her door. She did it exclusively out of hunger though, for she hated the taste and roughness of adult meat, plus it gave her awful gas.
 
By that point the Witch of the Dark Woods had been part of the nearby folklore for several generations, and few were the peasants who didn't shiver when the night was dark and the elders sat around the fire telling ghost stories about her terrible feastings. Some said she was an ogress who lived in a cavern, others said she was actually a werewolf who only ate when the moon was full, and few even whispered that she was a foreign spy snatching children up to take them to become soldiers for a foreign king.
 
Still, the most diffused story was simply that she was an evil witch living in a beautiful house who spirited young people away, either to satiate a monstrous appetite or for other nebulous purpose beyond any conjecture. A folklorist belonging to the king's court by the name of Sir Arcturus had visited the villages at the outskirts of the Dark Woods during his travels, and curious about the simple people's stories, had held a study that discovered that the legend of the Witch had reached as far as the capital of the kingdom, where the dweller of the Dark Woods was twisted into a sort of boogeyman who only ate naughty children, and was used by both peasant and noble parents to frighten their children into behaving themselves.
 
Lavinia was looking proudly at her cauldron when she heard a shy knock on the door which instantly caught her attention, for she had been waiting for that the whole day.
 
"Finally, dinner is here," She said to herself, then spoke louder, in a musical voice. "Coming!~"
 
The witch opened the door, and found outside a fair skinned young woman in simple yet clean peasant's clothing, with black hair in a bob cut that almost reached her shoulders. She looked at Lavinia and smiled shyly, with her arms behind her back.
 
"Good night," The girl spoke. "I'm very sorry about bothering you like this, but I have lost myself and was just wondering if...you could let me stay for the night in your beautiful house."
 
"Oh, darling! But of course! Please do come in, there's a fire burning in the hearth that shall warm you up after being exposed to the chilly night wind for so long!"
 
"Excuse me," The young woman, bowed slightly and entered the house.
 
Before closing the door Lavinia couldn't avoid giving a wicked smile and licking her lips. She was absolutely famished and that visitor had arrived just on time. The young woman was looking around the place timidly, clearly impressed by how she had found such a comfortable place in the heart of such a dreary locale as the Dark Woods.
 
"What's your name, dearie?" The witch asked, placing a gente hand in the girl's shoulder.
 
"Casey,"
 
"Well, Casey, I'm Lavinia the Wit...Wisewoman, and you're very welcome in my home. I receive any weary travellers who happen to find themselves here, and give them the full extent of my hospitality. Might I ask you where you were going when you became lost?"
 
"I was going to my aunt's in the village of Horis. My parents died and she was going to take me in." The young woman said, not without a bit of sadness in her voice.
 
"Oh my! I'm terribly sorry to hear that, my dear..." Lavinia lied. She loved orphans. They were her absolute favorites, both because of their more delicate taste and because of the fact that they completely alone in the world, and as a result, completely defenseless and vulnerable.
 
"It's alright. This is truly a dangerous place though, for the ancient trees are to thick that even during the day not light can penetrate them. I don't know what would have happened to me if I hadn't found your house, kind lady. Possibly would have become wolf-food."
 
"Well, and now you'll become witch-food," Lavinia thought. "She's no child, but she doesn't look older than 18 or 19. That will do."
 
"Anyway, I expect, with God on my side, to arrive at Horis by tomorrow. But I'm thankful that I now have a roof above my-" Here Casey was interrupted by a loud GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL coming for her belly. She blushed. "I'm terribly sorry, I haven't eaten anything in two days..."
 
"How negligent of me! Of course you're quite hungry from your travels! Please, do sit on the dinning table, and I'll prepare something for you!"
 
"Are you sure that wouldn't be a bother? I don't want to abuse your hospitality after all," Said Casey, while sitting down.
 
"Nonsense! For me preparing dinner is as simple as this," Lavinia clapped her hands three times. "See?"
 
As soon as the witch had finished clapping, a feast appeared on the table out of thin air. It had cheese, bread, a medium-sized cake, a basket of fruits and an entire roasted chicken, all looking delicious, fresh and inviting. Casey couldn't help salivating at the sight of so much food.
 
"That's magic, right?!" The young woman asked, amazed. "It's amazing!"
 
"Heh, something like that," Lavinia blushed, for although she was a merciless man-eating user of dark sorcery, she had a weakness for receiving compliments about her expertise in magic. "But don't be timid, I can still hear you tummy rumbling. Eat up!"
 
"If I may," Casey did a polite gesture with her head and picked up a large banana from the basket, which she quickly devoured and threw the peel away on the floor. Getting more confident, she started eating the rest of the food quite greedily.
 
All this Lavinia watched, smiling. Her own stomach had started to growl by now, but she had to be patient. It was better to wait for her meal to fatten herself up before digging in. The rubbed her grumbling belly, which wasn't as flat as it used to be. Usually her prey went instantly to her boobs or rump, but the brother and sister she had on the previous night were on the roly-poly side even before she gave them dinner, and had left her with a chubby potbelly.
 
Lavinia's reminiscences were interrupted though by a satisfied sigh. The witch looked in awe upon her visitor, for Casey had finished her dinner living only crumbs and the bones of the roasted chicken on the table. A potbelly protuded from under her peasant's shirt, exposing her white skin and cute bellybutton. Her mouth was greasy, and she was licking her lips.
 
"I must say, I haven't feasted like this in," Here Casey was interrupted by a deep, very unladylike closed-mouth burp. "Oh, pardon me, well, in ages! You're not only a gracious host, but also a talented cook, Lady Lavinia!"
 
"Oh, you make me blush! But quite frankly, I wasn't expecting you to be this hungry! For such a cute young lady, you've got the appetite of a man!"
 
At this, Casey inclined her head to one side as a sign of confusion, then blushed a bit:
 
"Well, my lady, I am a man..."
 
Lavinia's jaw dropped. Her eyes went instantly to her visitor's pants, and there she spotted the tell-tale bulge she hadn't noticed until now. Everything collaborated towards the witch's misguided conclusion: the androginous name, the androginous voice, the feminine face, the wider hips and extra fat on the thighs. But Casey was really a young man, not a young woman.
 
"Oh, you must excuse me! I hope I haven't offended you in any way..." Lavinia's appologies were surprisingly heartfelt. Even a flesh-eating evil witch could feel awkward sometimes.
 
"No problem!" Casey giggled. "It's a mistake most people make when they meet me!"
 
Casey yawned and rubbed his eyes, and Lavinia grinned. The time had come.
 
"You poor thing! You're so tired, after all your wanderings! Why don't you go to sleep? Tomorrow it will be easier to find your aunt's, and I can even give you a map."
 
Having said that, Lavinia clapped and a huge, comfortable goose-feather bed appeared out of thin air, with pillows so soft they could have been made from clouds. It was as warm and inviting a bed as any ever existed.
 
"Well, I am quite sleepy..." Casey approached the bed, tempted to lie down but still thinking about it.
 
"That's right, that's right, you need to sleep! Specially after such a plentiful dinner!" Lavinia was starting to lose her patience. Casey was taking too long to lie down, and all the while the witch's stomach was growling angrily, hungry for human flesh.
 
"Fine, I'll sleep! Thank you so much, kind lady, and good night!~" Casey jumped on the bed and instantly started snoring loudly.
 
Lavinia was dumbstruck. Now that was a fast sleeper! She approached him to make sure if he was really sleeping, and waited for some time by his side. Casey appeared to be sleeping like a rock. The witch licked her lips.
 
"Nothing personal, cutie, but young meat that finds it's way inside my house never comes out. Well, I've waited far too long. Bon appetit~"
 
Lavinia leaned over the sleeping Casey voraciously, and opened her hungry maw wide. When it was only a few milimeters away from the boy's head, he suddenly sprang up from the bed, grabbed the witch by the shoulders and shoved her own head down his mouth and gullet.
 
"What?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Lavinia exclaimed, but Casey was already pulling her down his throat with impressive strength and speed.
 
His jaws dislocated like a snake's so his mouth could receive more of that amazon of a magic user, and he gobbled up the upper part of her torso, which included her massive tits. The boy moaned upon tasting those two mounds of meat. They soon became only bulges in his throat, and Casey's hands moved to the witch's fat rump, and he started pushing instead of pulling. Lavinia's entire torso had now been engulfed, when suddenly, with a sudden burst of energy, the witch started shaking her large body and moving violently, and somehow through those motions, managed to escape complete ingestion.
 
Both witch and boy fell on their butts, the boy wiping some saliva from his mouth with a slightly annoyed face and the witch's upper body entirely soaked in saliva, her face full of rage, shock and disgust.
 
"YOU LITTLE BRAT! YOU TRIED TO EAT ME!" Lavinia screamed, blushing from anger and shame.
 
"That was the plan," Casey gave the most angelic smile in the world and winked. "But that dinner you gave me before made me sluggish, and I couldn't fully subdue you. I won't make that mistake twice though."
 
Both of them got up at the same time, the witch's fists clenched in fury and the young man's hands on his potbelly.
 
"You're quite the pile of meat, so you'll make my tummy nice and full~" Casey said playfully.
 
"You're the meat here, you little rascal! You got the jump on me by using the element of surprise but in a real fight there's no way a tiny thing like you can stand a chance against a woman of my size and power!"
 
"You think so, fat-ass? Try me, then."
 
"Oh, you little piece of..." Lavinia was sweting from anger, but she suddenly thought about something which made her smile. "I know what I'll do with you, you little pest. I'll use my magic to turn you into something so small, you won't be able to pull your dirty tricks on me again!"
 
Lavinia usually devoured her human meals whole and in their real form, but there were times when she liked to have some fun. Once she turned a boy into a fish and drank him down with a glass of water, and another time she turned a blonde girl into a pretty yellow bird only to them transform into a fat black cat and swallow her. She was planning to do something similar to Casey.
 
The witch raised one of her hands, said a few words under her breath and a sphere of pure red energy appeared on the palm of her hand. She wasted no time before throwing it at Casey's direction, who didn't appear surprised by the sudden attack nor did anything to avoid it. The sphere hit him full in the chest, but nothing happened. The boy smiled.
 
"W-W-What? You should be a cute little animal by now!" The witch protested.
 
"Sorry, not sorry. I happen to have an absurdly high resistance to magic, so your own dirty tricks won't work on me."
 
"No way..." Lavinia grew pale, and gulped.
 
"Now," Casey licked his lips. "Time for the real feast of the night to start~"
 
The boy started to slowly approach his quarry, who recoiled in sheer terror.
 
"W-Wait, can't we talk about it? If you're hungry, I can always just make you more food with my magic!"
 
"Sorry, but witch-bitch happens to be my favorite dish," The boy kept advancing, so slowly that Lavinia was starting to wonder if he wasn't taking his time precisely so she could protest.
 
"But I'm a walking calorie bomb! See how huge I am?! I'd ruin your cute figure!"
 
"My waistline won't mind it. I bet I'll look even cuter when you're added to my body~"
 
"No! You can't do this!" The witch protested. "I'm the predator here, you're just a puny human! I've feasted on hundreds of your kind! No! Go away! No! NOOOOO!"
 
While recoiling from the advancing Casey, Lavinia tripped on the banana peel the boy threw on the floor before and fell backwards, falling head-first into her enormous black cauldron. The object spilled it's green magical contents on the floor and the boy almost jumped out of his boots from this startling turn of evens.
 
"That... wasn't supposed to happen, hehe," Casey rubbed his head, feeling a bit awkward. "I really wanted to eat her whole, but I think she was dissolved by her own brew?"
 
But soon the young man saw that he was wrong, for on the floor, near the over-turned cauldron, was the biggest pie he ever saw. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together and grin mischievously.
 
"My, my, look at what we have here! What a delicious looking pie! I must say, Lavinia, you look better as food than anything you prepared with your magic!" The grinning boy sat on the floor in front of the pie.
 
"W-What are you talking about?" The Lavinia-pie thought, for she couldn't speak. "Wait... I'm a pie?! Damn it, I fell on my food-converting magical potion! I was saving that for a future experiment!"
 
"Let's see what you're made of though," Casey fingered the surface of the pie, then brought his finger back to his mouth, tasting it.
 
"Eeeeek! Don't put your dirty finger in me, you pest!" Thought the Lavinia-pie.
 
"Hmm, strawberry!" Casey's eyes shone with excitement, and his voice was almost like singing. "My fa-vo-ri-te~"
 
"Don't you dare doing what I'm thinking you're going to do!" The Lavinia-pie protested, but Casey couldn't hear her. "That's far too disgusting!"
 
"Don't mind if I dig in, huh, Lavinia?"
 
"Of course I do, you fair-skinned demon!" But the witch-turned-food-item's thoughts couldn't be heard.
 
"Thought so. Well, bon appetit~" Having said it, Casey took a piece of the pie and shoved it on his mouth.
 
"Eeeek! Stop it!" The pie despaired, but the boy kept eating.
 
He shoved piece after piece of pie down his gullet, with an eagerness that was downright frightening. Never before was a strawberry pie ravished so savagely by so cute a voracious eater. But it was a huge pie, perhaps the biggest that ever was prepared on the kingdom, by magic or otherwise, so fast as Casey ate, he wasn't going to be finished with it so soon.
 
When the pie was about halfway done though, Casey stopped stuffing his face and this got Lavinia's hopes up. Perhaps the boy had given up on fully ingesting her, or was too full to continue.
 
"It serves you write! I hope the part of me you did manage to eat gives you a nasty stomachache!" The witch-pie thought, triumphantly.
 
But Casey simply clenched his fist and punched his chest, forcing out a crass and loud manly belch.
 
"Phew! That opened up more space!" The boy said cheerfully, and to Lavinia's horror, resumed eating.
 
"Oh, by all the devils..." Lavinia-pie lamented. "Turned into a pie and eaten alive by a boy half my size and with a girl's waist... I'll become the joke of the coven!"
 
Soon enough though, Casey placed the last piece of pie into his mouth, and swallowed it. Only crumbles on the floor remained as a sign that there ever was someone like Lavinia, Witch of the Dark Woods.
 
"Oooooooooooo, I'm such a piggy..." Casey groaned, holding his stuffed potbelly. His mouth, hands and belly covered in strawberry cream. He licked his lips, then his hands, trying to clean himself. "She was very sweet though, specially for an evil, flesh-eating witch. Quite a tasty pie overall."
 
Suddenly, a loud, painful groan came from the boy's bloated mid-section. He rubbed it gently, trying to relieve the pain.
 
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Stomach, I know you don't like it when I eat too many sweets all in one sittioooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOooooOOOOUUUURP!" Casey, much to his own surprised, belched up a storm, with so much force he fell on his back. "H-Heavens! Did all of that come from inside of me?! Well, I guess I did devour an entire witch, even if it was in pie form..."
 
Casey giggled, trying to get up from the floor but finding it difficult with his heavy belly.
 
 
...
 
 
"Casey, you have vanquished the Witch of the Dark Woods, and for that, you have our eternal gratitude," The king spoke from his throne, very solemnly.
 
"No biggie!" Was Casey's cheerful response.
 
"By sending yet another one of Satan's Handmaidens to hell, you have proved yourself a worthy hero and valiant knight," The king continued. "Ask it, and if it is in my power to give it to you, it shall be yours."
 
"Well, to be honest, I just want another mission," Casey said nonchalantly, patting his belly which was still slightly bloated. "I'm already getting hungry again, and I'm sure there are still a lot of tasty...I mean, dangerous witches for me to vanquish."
 
"I see," The king nodded. "More informations regarding witch activity in the kingdom shall be given to you. But, please, do accept this extra token of our gratefulness."
 
The monarch made a sign with his hand, and a soldier quickly gave a brown sack of cloth to Casey. It was surprisingly heavy, and the young man wondered how many coins it contained.
 
"This is to supply for your travelling needs and any other thing you desire to buy," The king explained.
 
"Gee, thank you so much! I'll buy so many cute clothes with this much money!"
 
As Casey left the palace, he started humming a song his mother taught him. Suddenly, his stomach growled.
 
"Don't worry, I'll be filling you up with witch-meat soon enough~"