Inspired to write a short story from this one. Ended up a little more like a Grimms fairytale, lol, but that's how it goes. 'It was her evil grin there, I swear' ::And every day she would sing that song to her, always emphasizing the “getting kind of chubby” part, and then she tie her up with her own hair and force feed her all kinds of ridiculously fattening foods, even til she cried and begged her to stop. She looked at her coldly, as she did so well. “that’s what you get, my little slut. Steal my key to immortality, and run off with some two bit theif. Now open wide sweety: ‘Moooommmmyyyyy knoooooows beeeessstttt,” she sang. At first it was only, “might get kinda of chubby” that she’d sing as she forcefed her through the tears, even going so far as to pinch her nearly fatless midriff, pinch whatever she could find there hard, making Rapunzel worry for when there was more, and clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Then smirking meanly. But she was a witch, and all of the food was enchanted to make Rapunzel very slow, and very hungry, and make her little body very easy to add fat to. And soon there was a little more to pinch, and then a little more, and the song really was “getting kinda chubby” but there was nothing her she could do to stop it. And the witch only made her continue to eat. And a little tummy blossomed over her panties, and her little bottom swelled out beneath them, and the slim witch taunted Rapunzel, even as she made her slower, forced her teenage body to get fat, she was mean to her “how can you let yourself eat so much?! Really! You’re going to get so fat at this rate, youll be a disgusting blob no one will want. Just kidding honey, sweety, but really, you should try to cut back a little if you ever want to get a boyfriend,” she’d say with the knowing, motherly look she faked so well. At first Rapunzel tried to resist it, but her mother was right, and soon she saw that she really was getting fat. “getting kinda porky” came out one day as the witch spoon fed her the last of a gallon of ice cream. Rapunzel wasn’t tied anymore, it wasn’t necessary as she knew she couldnt escape, knew she was already fat but now that she couldn’t move so lightly and easily, she was gaining even faster. The witch continued to taunt her with her figure, flawless in a summer bikini in the sunlight from the window as she rubbed her hands into rapunzel’s new chubby flesh. Her breasts spilled out uncomfortably, and all her clothes were far too small, bulging with rolls and new fat. But, still, the witch only continued to force her all the more to overeat relentlessly.