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The Six Eyed Witch: Part 1

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BOOM! The walls of a modest home shake and rattle as light subsides in the surrounding area. It's a dark and stormy night. The lightning that precedes the booming thunder streaks across the sky in zigzag patterns as it cuts through the darkness, lighting up a particularly small room within the shabby old house.

A young man, wide awake, sits on a small bed with his fingers pressed into his ears. Not caring that he may be forcing the loss of his hearing. The boy cringes as another streak of lightning brightens the room, immediately followed by another booming thunderclap that shakes his window and trucks displayed on the wall.
"It's been so long since the sun came up..." the boy thought sadly, trying to get his mind off the deafening stormy noises outside, "These storms are getting worse..". Pulling the covers over his head, the young man grabbed a stuffed animal and held it close. Shutting his eyes in an attempt to ignore the storm, he wished for the town to return to the normal days he had once hated.

Nearly 3 month ago, the little town of Winginton was just like any other town in the world. People busied themselves with work, and families. Children were sent off to school, and could be seen walking around along with adults heading to jobs or the local lake for fishing among other activities. The sun rose and set on perfect and not so perfect afternoons everyday. It rained and stormed as it does all over the world, but the storms would eventually subside and the sun would return for warm summer days and comfortable fall afternoons, as well as every other day of the year. That is, until the summer of 2011 on the 22nd of July.

On that particular day, the young man who lived in a modest home had returned to his place of residence after an afternoon of walking around with his friend to discover a visitor on his porch. It was his mother's friend John Mardock, who addressed him, "Hello Ollie, what's up?". The young man scowled. He hated being called Ollie. "It's Oliver. Not Ollie". He never liked John, who so often talked down to everyone around him he might as well have thought he was a genius. This, of course, was not true in the least as Oliver knew more than the 38 year old from the moment he turned 8. Oliver, now 19, had always been told John was his uncle. Only to find out he wasn't related to the family at all, one day after simply asking his mother why uncle John looked nothing like the rest of their relatives. Although this was wonderful news in Oliver's opinion, he was still expected to call the man uncle John. Though he rarely did call the now 48 year old by the title before he knew the truth, it didn't stop his "uncle John" from complaining about Oliver's lacking of the word before his name.
"No hug for your uncle John, eh Ollie?" said John, opening his arms wide and smirking, completely ignoring Oliver's correction as he usually did. John Mardock was a very fat but short man, always seen in a brown over coat that was held together with many patches most likely sewn in by his own hands. Oliver, somewhat tall and usually skinny and bony, was always forced into a hug by his "uncle". Today, not being an exception as he was pulled in close by one of John's flabby arms. Oliver did take note, that uncle John seemed a great deal skinnier than a week and a half ago when he had departed for his trip to Egypt fatter than ever at 478 lbs. Perhaps the vacation had been a chance to loose weight, rather than gain as he had always come back from his trips at least 50 or more lbs heavier with his new bulging fat having ripped through his older shirts. In fact, having now been released from his uncles grip, Oliver noticed John looked at least 100 lbs lighter if not more. He didn't look very healthy at all, and Oliver wondered if he had even ate once during his whole trip. It seemed impossible he could look so much thinner after only a month.
"Where's your mum?" John said, checking his familiar silver watch. "Should be home any minute", Oliver began to fumble in his pockets for his keys, then singled out his house key and opened the door, "Does she know you get back today?". John stepped into the house the moment Oliver had opened the door and didn't answer his question. Not wanting to talk any more, he went to his small bed room.

Sitting down on his small bed, Oliver put uncle John out of his mind while he could. Reminded by uncles John's loss of weight, he focused on the fact that he was now overweight for his height of 5"5". It didn't really matter to him, and he did not even realize it had even happened until weighing himself last month, but he knew his mom would annoy him about it. He'd never been overweight before.
Taking out a scale he had borrowed to see if his new walks hadn't lost him a few pounds he felt the room was smaller. Or perhaps he had somehow gotten bigger. Standing on the scale, he saw he had. 28 lbs heavier than two weeks ago. "Hm", frowning, he lifted up his shirt. There was a rather big bulge growing over his boxers and his jeans had definitely gotten tighter. He chuckled a bit at the fact that he had been gaining weight while uncle John was losing. He pulled his shirt down and realized too late it had not been on right the entire time he was wearing it. The shirt ripped down the back. He had definitely gained more than a bit of weight the last month. At 179 lbs, he had gained a total of 37 lbs since the summer began and had already ripped through a few of his jeans while merely sitting down. As he finished the entire family bag size of chips he'd newly opened, he guessed he must have been eating from stress. The last year had been hard on him, he supposed this was his way of making up for it.

As Oliver opened another bag of junk food, deciding to give up on the walks and finally be more than bones for once in his life, he heard his mother enter the house. Stuffing his face as he watched tv, he completely ignored their conversation until some strange sentences caught his ear.
"What do you mean a ghoul? Some strange ladies stalking you?", came his mother's voice rather loud over the tv's volume. Oliver muted it. "No! I think, a ghoul is chasing me, not an old lady a ghoul. Do you know what a ghoul is? It's a spirit that haunts people who glimpse it! I think I glimpsed it in one of the Pyramids! I've been seeing the horrifying face of an old mummified lady everywhere, out of the corner of my eye-" "That's nonsense John, there's no such thing. Just go home and get some rest. For heavens sake, you look as white as a ghost.". Evidently angry at being ignored, the last word from Oliver's mother was followed by an immediate slamming of their front door and then footsteps as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Realizing she'd yell and make fun of him if she saw his new belly bulging out of yet another ripped piece of clothing, Oliver hid the bags of food he had devoured in minutes and quickly threw on another shirt. Unfortunately, he seemed to have outgrown them all as this one was ripped by his belly the moment he had stopped sucking air in to put it on. The door opened as Oliver had just barely been able to jump under the covers and pretend to be taking a nap. "Your uncle John was here, did he tell you about his trip?" she said, never caring if her son was awake or not. "No, I only let him in." "Well, if he calls it's best not to answer the phone. He seems to be acting a little weird after his trip.", she closed the door. Oliver sat up and sighed, fumbling with the weirdly massive rip in his shirt. He never answered John's phone calls anyway, so there was really no need to tell him. He got up, looked through his clothes and realizing he really was much too large for them now, he texted a friend to ask if he could buy him some new shirts.

The next few days, the sun did not rise. Instead, a somewhat large gray cloud hung over the town. Oliver, like everyone else in Winginton, simply thought it was being blocked out by bad weather. It had now been six days since uncle John's return and no one had heard from him. The town, also seemed strange as not as many people were seen walking around the usually bustling streets. Oliver was in his room trying on clothes as his friend Jason exclaimed at his sudden need for large sized shirts when he had always worn small, and had immediately ripped a medium size shirt. Even large was tight as he had gained almost 10 lbs in the last week. His friend was lecturing him on the dangers of fast weight gain, but he wasn't listening. "Have you noticed no one has really been out lately?" Oliver said, interrupting his friend mid sentence. "I'm surprised you have considering you just sit inside and stuff your fat face lately-ouch!", Oliver punched him. "Sorry...anyway, I heard there is some kind of serial killer in town." "What?!" "Yeah. The police are thinking of enacting a curfew. No one is to be out after dark". Oliver looked out the window at the large gray cloud. "It's always dark lately, how's anyone suposta tell when the curfew is?" "Well that's not something you have to worry about since you're apparently busy working on getting obese". As Oliver grabbed Jason by the collar, and used his new weight to sit on him, he wondered if the serial killer had gotten uncle John. That maybe the "ghoul" he had been talking about, was perhaps a killer disguised as an old lady. Realizing his now fatter butt was literally killing his friend, he got up and went to go ask if his mom had heard from uncle John.

"Yes, he called just this morning. He's coming over next week. Why do you ask?" his mom said, cutting up ingredients for dinner. "No reason, just wondering since he hadn't called lately." Guess the murderer isn't that "ghoul" after all. I suppose I could ask, Oliver thought to himself as he walked back to his room where Jason was now suggesting he try to eat as much as possible and see how much he could gain by next month. Out of boredom, Oliver agreed to try if Jason would promise to buy him new clothes in case he outgrew the current ones.

During the two weeks that followed, more and more people were found dead in the small town of Winginton. The murders had reached such a high number, that most channels were being disrupted to show the news. A curfew had indeed been enacted but it did not seem to make any difference. The police were baffled, and had no leads. The town seemed to be living in fear. All except Oliver and Jason.
Jason's parents were out of town for the month. He had been staying over Oliver's for the last week and a half. The two of them were untouched by the news as Oliver's mom had not payed for the cable bill this month. Jason's suggestion before the end of July had kept them entertained. He had been eating very little so as to give Oliver most of his food so he could eat more and more each night. As a result, Oliver had swelled to 221 lbs in the last few weeks, and had easily outgrown his newly bought clothes. Unfortunately, due to the curfew which now forbade kids from going out at all until the killer was caught, Jason had been unable to keep his promise and Oliver was stuck being huge and naked until his mother decided she would buy him clothes. She was furious at his new weight gain and blamed uncle John, as if his new slim-down had brought it on. They had heard from his neighbors that he looked positively skeleton-like now. Unfortunately, Oliver's inability to contain his laughter at the fact that he had somehow switched roles with John had convinced his mother that John was in fact to blame. Luckily, Jason didn't mind Oliver's lack of shirt one bit. As long as his stretchy boxers didn't break as all his jeans had done he rather enjoyed how hard a time Oliver now had getting up and doing simple things. He even insisted on not stopping until he hit 300. Oliver rather liked this new way of life, so he didn't mind his friends strange eagerness to see him get too big for his door frame.

Uncle John arrived that very day at 5:30 pm, to a thunderstorm hailing as if it were winter. Since Oliver was nearly naked and "revoltingly obese" as his mom put it, he was to wait in his room all evening. He did however glance John as he walked into the kitchen. He looked distraught and anxious, and his neighbors had been extremely right in their description. Usually as huge as two of Oliver's new weight, it was very odd to see he looked as if he was now lighter than 220. John's cheek bones stuck out for the first time since Oliver had known him. His brown overcoat draped over him like a tent, and he seemed to be swimming in his clothes. Seeing this, Oliver's mother suggested he change into some of Oliver's old clothes and then proceeded to bring up Oliver's weight to him.
By the time the conversation between the two had ended, it was many hours later. Oliver was passed out after having been dared by Jason to eat 5 boxes of donuts, which he barely did. Jason was awake, phoning other friends to assist in his very weird goal for Oliver by asking they donate junk food for the cause. Glancing out the window, in the distance, Jason saw something perculiar.
A soft glow, just outside in Oliver's backyard had raced past a bush. Jason was sure he saw it, but he couldn't seem to locate it again. After listening to uncle John and Oliver's mom ready the guest bedroom, and seeing no sign of the glow he finally gave up. Laying down on his air bed set up in the small room, he closed his eyes and fell asleep scheming on how to further his goal.

The next day, Oliver awoke to a huge stash of food and a note from Jason. It explained what he had seen and that he'd gone looking for the glow again. At the bottom, it told him he was to continue the goal until he returned.
However, an hour after Oliver had awoke, the police arrived having found a body dead in a neighbors back yard a few houses down. The body was examined and no physical ailments of any kind were noticeable on his  person. It was as if he bad just dropped dead from shock, judging by the look of terror on his cold dead face. Oliver stared at it, long after he'd identified Jason Burdam.

Sitting in his room, having completely forgotten Jason's goal, Oliver stuffed his face from what caused his initial weight gain: stress. Stress of losing yet another friend, although, this one was lost through unavoidable circumstances...whereas his best friend had simply abandoned him. He paused to look out the window where Jason had claimed to glance a glowing light, but saw nothing. Only the large cloud, now nearly pitch black was out there. And so he continued his decent into the pile of food.


Oliver opened his eyes, holding his stuffed animal. Thinking about how things had ended up this way didn't help. Eating nonstop didn't help. Growing a 400 lb belly did nothing. It seemed the sun would never return, and even if it did nothing would bring Jason or anyone back. There was barely anyone left in the town now....

To be continued..
WARNING: This story contains weight gain but is not a weight gain story.

A while back I had this terrible nightmare that I actually woke up crying because it really scared the shit out of me that my friends had to forcibly calm me down. I've held back on writing the story as it contained weight gain for some odd reason (no idea why) and I didn't want to put off readers. I tried writing it out of the story but I couldn't. So if it grosses you out then don't read, it's not meant to be a weight gain story it's meant to be horror. The weight gain only happens in this part, and is important to the rest of the story.

Haven't decided if it'll be 2 parts or 3. Depends on the feedback but either way it'll be short.
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Nekorin-Gatacat's avatar
Kinky. Are you doing the rest? (Wow that came out wrong)

Some criticisms. Standards dictate you should create a new paragraph break every time there's a quotation. It makes it easier to read. Also, is it meant for most of the story to be in italics?

I thought the characters were interesting, if a bit nutty. The ending made me sad. I'd read the rest.