So young trickortreater, you wandered off the main route. A dare perhaps, to investigate the spooky mountain that suddenly appeared one day. Your friends have left you but that didn't matter. You'll find them again soon.

You tried to run but that booming rumbling voice sounded like heavenly music to your ears and his eyes. Swirling is cascading rings of red caught you by surprise that you felt nothing but sweet relief as you sunk heavily into his rolls and plush fat. Your stomach beginning to growl as he whispered to your ears as your fat began to bulge anew.

Now... Grow for me. Feed yourself and feed me your gluttony. Grow.