Haleth spent the next week after the Sacarine incident digesting and studying Adora’s tomes while Adora worked tirelessly in solitude in order to fix the mess her new pupil made. In the magickal community, it was not looked kindly upon to invade other worlds and consume a forest and a village nearby. Haleth was a bit disappointed by the gains she had acquired since her overindulgent feast, her curves barely grew except for a bit more pudge on her belly, all those lives of the gingerbread villagers ended for just a bit more chub. Adora said it was because most of what she ate had gone to increasing the Magickal reservoir at her core, apparently much needed as she described Haleth's magickal ability as ‘undeveloped’.
 
 
  Adora herself had spent most of the week trying to right Haleth’s wrong, which was easier said than done apparently. Adora had wanted to do a simple temporal restoration but since the aggressor was from another world besides Sacarine and the fact Haleth had consumed so much made it difficult to do so. Adora had to resculpt what was destroyed by hand, a good enough approach if there ever was one, but the world would always be slightly different from what it once was, trees and rivers in different posts, animals not quite the same, and the indigenous people definitely never the same since their bodies and souls were padding out Haleth now.
 
 
  Adora would have been steaming mad if not for the fact that she was impressed that such a new student was able to open a portal to a whole other world and consume parts of it after eating a massive feast. It seemed Haleth would be her star pupil after all. She felt that it was time to move onto the next steps with Haleth, and bring her in on what it meant to be a Witch such as Adora.
 
 
  A month had passed and currently, Haleth was once again out looking for ingredients in the swamps of Zagomir, Adora had sent her out to make a potion whose purpose she was not told. That was at about eight in the morning and Adora had told her that it would probably take all day to find the Molatite mushroom that was required. Haleth had gotten lucky, however, and found it amongst a mossy and sun soaked grotto at the base of a small hill. Once the mushroom was securely harvested, she thought best to head back to the tower but then thought again. She had been up since dawn and Adora wasn’t expecting her until later on in the day, a little nap in that grave would hurt no one.
 
 
  So Haleth did what felt right, sat down, pressed her back up against a rock and took a snooze. She slept softly and soundly and the sun passed unnoticed over head, its warmth kissing her cheeks tenderly. An hour passed, then two, Haleth heard a sound in her sleep, she woke up and before her stood a figure she recognized as the boy in the swamp except he looked a bit different.
 
 
  He had the beginnings of a beard on his face, sandy brown, an attempt to hide his youth, he wore thick furs and a ragged cloak, leather armor bulged underneath his clothes and he had a knife at his belt, he had blue eyes and his hair was the same color as his beard and then Haleth recognized him, he was a boy from the village.
 
 
  “Jareth!?” She asked in surprise, the boy's eyes went wide as he looked down on her. “Who are y-Haleth? Is that you in that cloak?” Haleth stood up and Jareth stood back. “It is I, indeed, what are you doing all the way out here?” The boy shrugged his shoulders, his tone got defensive. “I could ask the same for you. You look different” His eyes seemed magnetized to her enhanced curves, Haleth sighed. “Want to be the tough guy huh? Just because you have that ‘beard’ don’t think I forgot that you were the one that got lost in the woods because you were running away from a scarecrow of all things.”
 
 
  Jareth blushed. “That’s not fair, it was dark, and the Jalets made it weird looking that year.” Haleth stared at the youth with determination. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, so are you going to answer my question or not?” Jareth sighed now. “Times are hard in the village, crops are bringing much fruit to bear, I had to get a job with three rangers, as an apprentice it's alright, pays well bounty hunting work mostly, but that lot doesn’t trust me with a sword quite yet they just have me scouting for them for now. Speaking of which, we are hunting a swamp troll, have you seen any sides of such a thing?”
 
 
  Haleth shook her head. “They haven’t given you a sword because you would end up lopping your arm off. I have seen no such thing in the swamps around.” Jareth made a rude gesture towards her, giving them both a chuckle. “But what are you doing out here, Haleth, all alone in the middle of a swamp?”
 
 
  Haleth took some pause at the question, deeming it unwise to tell this wanna be warrior boy about her training under a witch, even if she was from the same village as him. “As you said, times were hard in the village, I came out this way to study under an apothecary, making potions and cures of all kinds. I had finished my gatherings for the day so I took a nap.” The speed at which she lied and the sprinklings of truth in said lies surprised Haleth, but they were a necessary defense.
 
 
  “Very well then,” Jaleth said. “Just be careful where you nap, a swamp troll might take you for a snack and gobble you up.” Haleth imagined being swallowed whole by such a monster, digesting alive. She had already been on the other side of that equation in a whole other realm, and she would like to stay on that side. She smiled at him. “I will be fine, I must go now, good luck on your hunt, may we meet again.” Jareth returned the smile. “I hope that we shall.” He watched her as she walked off, his eyes only leaving her when she disappeared in the trees and the bramble.
  She walked back to her new home contemplating her old one, thinking about how the people there were doing. If what Jareth said was true, the old hamlet was in a bad way if one of its youngest children was forced to take on such dangerous jobs. She thought she would visit one day after she was done with her studies under Adora.
 
 
  Haleth reached the base of the tower at about two in the afternoon, hours before Adora was expecting her home. She went through the tower looking for Adora, unable to find her in her usual spots, the only sign of her presence was a locked door, violet light emanating from underneath, a choir of murmuring voices heard on the other side and what sounded like a great beast too, all growls and gurgles. Haleth thought better than to open it and went to her room to wait for her teacher to find her.
 
 
  She set her gathering bag on her desk and lay upon her soft straw filled bed, the window in her room offering a view of the pristine and dark beauty of the swamps of Zagomir. The sunlight dancing over the waters of the swamp in little sparklets, the river a cascade of beauty, a gentle mist rising off the swamp as the temperature cooled, adding a mystical element to the land.
 
 
  Zagomir crooners sung their sorrowful songs amongst the trees and undergrowth of the swamp. Some terrestrial animal cried out into the dark, some mating song or other type of communication that rang for quite some distance. Then a roar filled the air, an angry beast out in the marshes, something struggling out there as silence fell along the rest of the swamp. Haleth looked out, trying to spot the source of such a loud sound but could find nothing. Her mind conjured images of swamp trolls and being swallowed whole by such a horrible creature.
 
 
  Soon though, the swamp fell back into its usual rhythm, the natural music lulling Haleth, her eyelids too heavy to hold up and soon she was drifting into the dream space, detaching from physical reality. Haleth dreamed she was in the swamp, running as fast as she could, heart pounding in her chest, breath ragged and rapid as she ran. Behind her, uncomfortably close, booming footsteps pursued her, each massive footfall was not so much as heard as felt.
 
 
  Haleth leaped over roots and under branches in her escape, the unknown massive pursuer was just simply breaking through the trees in order to reach her, the splitting of wood and uprooting of plants accompanied those ceaseless footsteps. Through a gap in the trees she saw it, the dark tower owned by Adora, in her heart she knew that it was her only hope for salvation. She made a beeline straight for the tower, breaking out of the treeline and into the open space surrounding the structure.
 
 
  The open space afforded her the ability for more speed, but that also applied to the massive beast chasing her, the booming footsteps increasing in pace, unhindered by the foliage. Haleth was not ten yards from the door of the tower when she felt a massive hand seizing her by the legs, she screamed as she was dragged back through the mud, then upwards, higher and higher, until she was about fifty feet off the ground. She was spun around by the massive hand, face to face finally with her pursuer and what a familiar face it was. Haleth stood staring into her own eyes, her own face, and her own maw. The hand lowered her down into the wet cavern of her giant self’s mouth, she was placed on the wriggling tongue, the teeth clacked shut and the lips closed, the last thing she heard was a loud *GULP*.
 
 
  Haleth awoke in a cold sweat, with a figure looming over her, she screamed in surprise at the shaded figure above her, Haleth’s eyes adjusted and she gazed upon her teacher, Adora, she leaned down, her belly bulged hugely and in odd ways. Her voluptuous breasts hanging pendulously from her chest, they seemed bigger than before. “Yes, Mistress?” Haleth asked Adora.
 
 
  “Wake up. I saw you brought the molatite back, good job. We will need it for later” Haleth sat up in her bed. “Adora, why does your stomach look like that?” Adora looked down at her larger, deformed belly. “Well, I was just about to tell you that. I was surveying the lands around the keep and guess what I found?”
 
 
  Haleth shrugged, “I have absolutely no idea,” Haleth said matter-of-factly, still weirded out by her teacher’s gut. Adora seemed to be taken aback that her pupil didn’t play along, “Okay fine, I found a group of witch hunters out there, I decided to have some fun and manifested myself as a troll, and then I ate all of them.”
 
 
  Haleth’s wide eyes look down to her teacher’s belly. “You ate all of them?” She asked, thinking of her friend, Jareth. “Yep, I was really hungry, I ate all three, what a lucky break for me, their souls will boost my Magicka quite well.” Haleth breathed a little easier, Jareth said he was traveling with three, he might have survived. It didn’t help her much when she imagined not just bodies but souls being torn apart in the depths of Adora’s bowels. “You eat their souls too?” Adora looked down at her obviously scared student with some pity.
 
 
  “I was going to have to tell you eventually. The reason why witches are outcasts from society is because we increase our power not just from the consumption of large amounts of food, but also through the consumption of living beings. Souls are powerful vessels of Magicka, but when a creature dies, its soul parts from it, that’s why eating meat has the same effect of any other food. When you swallow something alive and whole the soul is yours. We need that sort of energy to practice our magic.”
 
 
  Haleth nodded, trying to keep her cool. “I have something for you though, follow me.” Haleth did as she was told, her eyes couldn’t peel away from her teacher’s enlarged ass. Her ears could not blot out the gurgling of her stomach or the sloshing of the pulp within as she took each step. “I know this comes as a shock to you, Haleth, but I have a surprise for you.”
 
 
Adora led Haleth to a door, unlocked it and opened it. They entered and inside at the center of the empty room was a boy, hands tied and mouth gagged, Jareth’s eyes went wide as he saw Haleth standing next to the Witch of Dark Keep. Haleth looked just as in shock, she could tell he had been crying. “I thought I had gotten all of them, and then this little thing had stumbled back into his camp. Even though I was in the form of a troll, eating three men was far too much for me, I thought you might enjoy him.”
 
 
Haleth looked over in shock. “Have him? You mean you want me to eat him?” Adora rolled her eyes. “Alive and whole, yes.” Haleth shook her head, her eyes grew wet and the first tear began rolling down her cheeks. “I can’t, I can’t eat a person whole, and besides, I know him, he is from my village.” Adora chuckled darkly. “Aww, you were in love then?” Haleth looked at her incredulously, Jareth wore much the same expression. “No, no way at all.” Haleth said in a disgusted tone. “I am not eating him!” Adora sighed, getting bothered now. “You have to if you want to keep learning from me, and plus, I think it's funny that you can eat an entire town of sentient creatures, but you draw the line at a human being. You already did this before.”
 
 
Haleth felt guilty about that particular binge. “That’s not fair, they were delicious.” Adora laughed, “I promise he will be even more delicious.” Haleth stomped her foot down. “No, I won’t do it! I won’t!” She screamed at Adora. Adora’s expression darkened, her mouth wrinkled into a frown, she took a step forward and got into Haleth’s face. “You will! You will swallow him whole! Or instead, I will and then after my stomach strips the flesh from his bones and the soul from his body, I will swallow you down and you can splash about in the slop of his half digested corpse!”
 
 
Haleth looked from Adora’s distended belly back into her violet eyes. “No, you wouldn’t ea-.” Haleth’s sentence was cut short as her face was covered in Adora’s tongue. “Mmmm, you taste so sweet, you would be the perfect dessert.” Haleth looked nervously to Jareth, realizing how serious Adora was about this. It made sense, only one of them had to die, it would be a waste if both of them died. “Okay, okay, I will!”
 
 
Adora smiled at that and walked right over to Jareth and hoisted him up by his ropes with strength that did not seem to belong to her. Jareth screamed through his gag“Say ahh!” She yelled to Haleth, and Haleth did as she said, stretching her jaw as far as she could. It wouldn’t be enough, or so she thought, as the top of Jareth's head touched her lips, her jaw unhinged even wider, unnaturally, allowing her to fit his head within her. It was extremely painful but there was no choice now.
 
 
Jareth thrashed and struggled through this, causing Haleth further discomfort. She swallowed again, her lips and jaw stretching even more to take in his shoulders, the hardest part of her meal. The pain within her exploded as her body stretched and contorted to lengths that would be considered impossible, an odd stretching sound mingled with Jareth’s screams as he was further consumed. Once past the shoulders it was easy to get the rest down, assisted by Adora, the next two swallows had Jareth seated firmly in Haleth’s gut.
 
 
Haleth screamed at the painful expansion of her gut, screamed at the thrashing threatening to rip her apart, and screamed at the fact she had just consumed someone, and be it someone she knew and protected and loved. “It is done!” Adora proclaimed. “Don’t worry I’ll talk you through the process as your friend digests, Haleth, and next time, do as I say when I say it, understand!?” Adora asked angrily. Haleth couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only focus on the pain within her, soon she could take it no longer, she passed out.
 
 
End of Part 2