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Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying another delightful day in the forest. The sun was steaming through the branches and Red was perched on a large mossy rock with a big basket of food that she was carrying to her Grandmother. After an half an hour’s walk, Red was now some way from the cottage in the woods where she lived with her mother. All morning long her mother had worked over a hot stove to produce the basket of delicious cakes, buns and other delights that Red was now carrying across the woods to her Grandmother’s home. As well as these sugary treats, the basket contained hams, cheeses, jams and deliciously rich pots brimmed with cream, honey and butter.

The walk in the warm sun carrying the heavy basket was a strenuous one for Red, and thirty minutes of such exertion was about as much as she cared to take without a break. In truth, Red would have preferred to avoid the unwelcome exercise altogether, but she knew that to be safe she needed to be a good distance away from her mother’s prying eyes.

Panting a little from the effort of walking so far, Red turned her attention to the basket that was sitting beside her on the rock. Delicious smells were wafting from under the red checked cloth that covered the marvellous bounty within.

Red began to lick her lips.

Peering around her to be sure she wasn’t being watched, she wiggled her fingers in anticipation and reached greedily into the basket, pulling away the covers and plucking out a juicy ham.

With a final check over her shoulder, Red took a huge bite out of the glistening pink meat. The taste was delicious. The heady satisfaction of eating at once filled her with contentment, and she ravenously chomped away at the delectable ham until in a very short space of time it was reduced to nothing more than a bare bone in her plump hands.

Burping happily, Red once again plunged her grasping hand into the basket, pulling out a large slice of rich chocolate cake. Rustling around eagerly in the wicker basket she soon found a pot of thick cream. Smiling broadly, she deftly poured half the cream over the cake, expertly spreading the thick fatty dairy product with a chubby finger. Gobbling down the slice in a few moments, Red swiftly plucked the rest of the thick cream from its pot with her index finger, licking the rich deliciousness from her porky digit.

Red’s feast continued uninterrupted as she raided the basket again and again. Each item in the once-packed basket vanished one by one into Red’s waiting mouth. Guzzling contentedly, the girl gorged her fill from the rich collection of scrumptious treats. With surprising speed, the voluminous capacity of the basket was depleted – pots of butter and jam were emptied onto cream buns, and the earthenware pot of honey was drained in one long gulp.

Red peered into the basket with a look of disappointment after her greedy hands had darted into it once more only to find nothing remained to satisfy their owner’s remorseless appetite.

Leaning backwards on the moss-carpeted rock, Red belched again and rested her chubby little porcelain white hands on her stuffed belly. Bathed in the warm light of a sunbeam coming through the tree cover, she was quite a sight. Her white dress was visibly straining against the swell of her overfed belly, the bulges of which puckered the soft fabric and pulled it tautly across the rolls of her fat tummy. Hidden under Red’s flowing dress were the outlines of her fat thighs and broad hips. A generously fattened rump rounded out her overfed figure. Draped over rounded shoulders and falling to her sides was her red cape with the hood thrown back. Although it was fastened about her throat, it was clear that the cape could no longer be drawn closed across the girth of the girl’s big belly which jutted high into the air as she sprawled lazily in the warm sunshine.

Smiling happily, Red dozed off in the pleasant heat of the summer afternoon, drifting into sleep with the noises of the forest burbling quietly around her.

When the chirruping of birds woke Red, she figured enough time had passed to head home. Carrying back the empty basket, she’d repeat her usual claim to her mom that she’d dropped off the food at her grandmother’s house and had only a light bite to eat on the way. With luck, her mother would then provide a generous dinner, assuming that her tubby daughter needed to rebuild her strength after the long walk.

Heaving herself up, Red gathered up the basket and began tottering unsteadily back along the path to her home. With her belly still stuffed, her slow and waddlesome progress was even more dilatory than it had been on the way out. Physical exercise wasn’t really Red’s thing, and a combination of a food-heavy belly, her ponderous weight, and a generally woeful lack of fitness ensured that she made slow going of the journey back.

After about an hour Red finally made it into the clearing in the forest where her mom’s cottage stood. Puffing and perspiring more than a little, Red waddled towards the wooden doorway, already imagining the delights of the heavy feeding she would get at dinner time. Just as she was licking her lips and preparing to open the door, her mom burst out of the doorway – she did not look best pleased to see her.

“Red! And just where have you been, young lady!”

Red was startled – this had never happened before

“I’ve…I’ve been at Grandmother’s, delivering her food supplies, like I always do!” lied Red, rather taken aback at the questioning.

“And are you sure that’s exactly what you’ve been doing?” asked her mother, narrowing her gaze and taking a step closer to Red, who was now sweating for more reasons than just her general unfitness.

“Erm……yeah….like, I mean…” mumbled Red, not quite sure what to make of this.

“Well, can you explain to me why your Grandmother visited here this afternoon? Can you explain why she told me she hadn’t seen you in months? Can you explain why she told me she hadn’t got a food basket from us in more than a year!?”

Red’s mom was shouting by now, and Red had turned a bright shade of, well, red. It was clear that the game was up and that her greedy little habit had been discovered.

“I can’t believe you would do this! Steal your own Grandmother’s food just to feed your fat belly!”

Seeing that she was caught, Red could only think of one way to protect her precious dinner.

“I’m really sorry Mom! I didn’t really mean to eat all that food! It was just so faaaar to walk and I get so hungry. Maybe we can have dinner now and talk about it afterwards…?”

Red tried to put on her cutest pleading puppy dog eyes, but it was clear that her act wasn’t getting her anywhere.

Taking another step forward, Red’s mom poked a finger into her daughter’s bulging tummy.

“No way, young lady. You’ve been filling up this fat gut of yours far too often! I can see now that I’ve let you become too greedy for your own good. It’s high time I did something I should have done a long time ago – I’m putting you on a diet!”

A week later and things weren’t going well for Red. Her mom had cruelly stopped her from eating everything she wanted. There was nothing in the world that Red liked more than stuffing herself full of all the food she could lay her plump little hands on. But lately there had been practically nothing in the cottage for her to eat other than the three carrots a day her mom would allow her. Wandering around the house, Red’s belly was gurgling loudly and the tubby girl was constantly distracted by the ravenous hunger she’d been feeling ever since being put on her diet.

“Come on, Mom, give me some more food! I’ll starve to death if I don’t get a good meal soon!” protested Red, rubbing her big belly sadly and making whimpering noises.

“For the thousandth time, NO!” said her mother, who had been very firm in enforcing the diet. “You’ve gotten so fat Red that I just can’t let you keep on eating so much. Why, if you get any plumper, you’ll get eaten up by the Big Bad Wolf for sure!”

“Will not!” cried Red, “I’d just run away – and besides, the Wolf hasn’t eaten anyone in ages!”

Red’s mother let out a snort of laughter.

“HA! Run away? I’d like to see you try. With that big belly you couldn’t do more than waddle a few feet before collapsing!”

“Nuh-uh!” said Red, although she knew that it was probably true – she hadn’t tried to run in years and suspected she’d lost the ability.

Storming out of the kitchen, Red went into her own room and slammed the door. After a week of dieting she was feeling very angry and out of sorts. The only good thing that had happened was that her clothes were feeling a little more comfortable. For the first time in ages, she was actually able to button up her red cloak. Still, she didn’t care about clothes when her favourite pastime was threatened.

“Oh, if only I could go to Grandma! She’d feed me properly,” said Red, speaking to herself. “I bet she’s probably baking a big pie right now” she muttered with a dreamy look on her chubby face.

Red’s stomach gave a powerful rumble and brought her back from her daydreaming about pies.

“So what if I’m getting fat? I don’t care so long as I can eat all I want! Besides, I can still do all the things I did when I was skinny! I’m still cute!” said Red, stamping her pretty foot for emphasis and sending ripples through her quivering blubber.

It was a comforting thought, even though it wasn’t strictly true. After all, Red’s main job seemed to be to carry food to her old Grandmother, and she wasn’t exactly the ideal candidate for the task anymore. When she’d been younger, Red had skipped all the way to Grandma’s house in the morning and never taken a single crumb of the food for herself. But as she’d got older, she’d got greedier, and had started to eat some of the treats on the way. As her appetite grew, and as she became plumper, Red had stopped skipping and would walk slowly, eating large portions of the food her mother had made for her grandmother. Before long, Red was eating all of the food herself, leaving nothing for her Grandmother, and she had grown so fat that she could only waddle slowly along the path, taking almost all day to get to her Grandma’s cottage.

Folding her pudgy arms over her large belly, Red cursed her mother under her breath and tried to ignore her ravening hunger.

“I’ve got to get out of here. If I don’t feed myself up soon, I’ll die!” moaned Red, stroking her bulging tummy gently to try and ease the hunger pains. “But how can I get out? Mom would notice if I tried to sneak out the front. Even at night it would make so much noise she’d wake up...”

Red pondered what to do. Looking around, her eyes fell upon the small square-framed window that was on the wall next to her bed. “I wonder...” she whispered, staring at the small opening. When Red had been younger and slimmer, she’d often climbed out of the low window and slipped easily over the sill into the garden to play. It had been long ago, and Red had long since become far too lazy to want to play outside – not to mention that her greatly increased girth would not have fit easily through the small opening. Looking down at her round body, Red tried to gauge just how her circumference measured up compared to the window. It looked pretty close to her, and she must have lost some inches since going on this awful diet. She’d never normally have attempted it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “I’ll have to wait until night, then I’ll sneak out and get to Grandma, she’s sure to give me a stash of food to bring back. If I’m quick enough, I can go and come back before morning and Mom will never know!” thought Red.

Her plan fully formed, Red just had to wait. She ate her carrot for dinner without complaint and went quickly to bed. Soon, Red could hear the sounds of her Mom locking the front door – a sure sign she was about to turn in for the night. When she heard the familiar click of her Mom’s door closing, Red knew it was time to go.

Carefully, Red pushed the bedclothes off her – she was still fully dressed and ready to go. Opening the window, she cautiously peaked outside into the dark garden. Manoeuvring clumsily on the bed, Red heaved her bulk forward and began to wriggle out of the window head first.

***

The small window frame was soon plugged by the girl’s rotund form, soft fat squished up against the wood. Grunting and pushing, Red wriggled and managed to squeeze her jiggling belly through the frame, but try as she might, she still couldn't get through. What was wrong? Red tried to look back over her shoulder, but she couldn't turn far enough, and anyway, her fat filling the window frame was blocking her view of the room. After a few more tries she realized the problem: her hips and rear end were simply too wide to fit through the window anymore. She couldn't pull them through. Red's gut hung down on one side and her chubby legs dangled on the other, feet kicking helplessly in the air. A few times her toes brushed the ground, but never enough to give her any leverage.

"All right," she thought, "I can't reach the ground to drag myself back into the room, so the only way through is forward." With renewed vigour she shoved against the frame, again and again, while the fat in her plump face and arms shook with every strained effort. But she didn't move an inch.

"Oh, hell. I'm really stuck!"

Red lay miserably in the window, getting hungrier every minute, until a little while before dawn, when Red's mother usually woke up and started making breakfast. Red could hear the sounds she made as she moved around the house: opening the kitchen windows, clattering plates and frying pans, and unlocking the front door to go outside.

"Crap!" Red couldn't stand letting her mother see her like this, but there was nothing she could do. Her mom came around the corner of the house with a basket on her arm, looking for vegetables to pick in the garden, including the carrots that would have been Red's hated breakfast. The woman stopped short when she saw her fat daughter lodged in the side of the house and stared with enormous eyes and an open mouth. It might have been funny, if Red's stomach hadn't ached both from hunger and the pressure of lying in the window.

"RED!" her mother screeched finally, having gotten over her shock. "You tried to sneak out last night, didn't you?"

"No, I was just-"

"Don't lie to me, young lady. I have a pretty good idea of what you were trying to do. Serves you right getting stuck in this window for trying to sneak out in the first place!"

"Mom, come on! Help me out! Mom, it's really uncomfortable!"

Her mother crossed her arms and said "I don't care how uncomfortable it is, Red. You've really let yourself go lately. I've tried to help you lose weight, but you just don't seem to care. Maybe this will give you a vested interest in dropping those extra pounds. You're not going to be able to leave until your fat ass is smaller than the window frame."

And with those cruel words, Red's mother picked up the basket that she had unwittingly dropped and went about picking vegetables for breakfast as if her daughter weren't crammed through a window six feet away. As soon as she had gathered up everything she wanted, she went back around the side of the house. Faintly, Red could hear her enter the kitchen and start chopping the vegetables. That could only mean one thing. She was going to make the delicious omelettes she was famous for, and Red wasn't going to get any. Tears filled Red's eyes as she lay against the window, exhausted, sore, and completely ravenous. How could her mother be this unkind?

Her stomach growled all through the morning as she listened to utensils scrape against a plate that undoubtedly held a delectable, savoury omelette. She tried begging her mother to bring her breakfast, even if it was only carrots, but either she wasn't yelling loud enough or her mother was positively evil, because there was never a response.

Finally, she heard the sink running and knew breakfast was over. The front door opened and closed, and there were footsteps on the path leading away from the cottage. Her mother was leaving to run errands. Red covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

Suddenly, from the bushes nearby, there was a loud rustling. Red hiccupped and lifted her head. The wolf stepped out into the garden.

"Well, well, well," he said with a smirk, "look at this. Little Red, who isn't so little anymore, has gotten herself stuck. This should be interesting."

"Wolf!" said Red, too eager to get out of the window to be frightened of the wolf in her garden. "Please, please, please, can you help pull me out? I've been stuck in here for hours!"

The wolf tilted his head and looked like he was considering it. "I'm not sure you can come through this way," he said at last. "I bet that's why you got stuck in the first place."

"Then go inside and pull me back into my room!"

"All right," said the wolf, although he wasn't sure he wanted to let Red out of her predicament at all. Unable to run away was just the way he liked his plump prey. Besides, it was rather funny.

The front door was locked, but the kitchen windows had been left open, and the wolf was agile enough to jump right through. He padded through the house and nosed open Red's bedroom door. There she was, the whole huge mass of her, two giant cheeks in a tiny pair of panties and cellulite-rippled thighs squeezed tight against the wall. He chuckled in delight. No, he didn't think he was going to let her out, after all.

"It's an awfully tight fit, Red," he called to her.

"Just try!"

So he grabbed the seat of her pants in his teeth and pretended to tug her backwards, to no avail.

"Sorry, Red," he said. "You're well and truly stuck."

"Oh, nooooo," he heard her wail through the wall.

"Hey, I have an idea," he said. "Lift up your legs." With difficulty, because her muscles weren't that strong, Red lifted her legs until they were almost parallel to the floor. She started to shake with the effort immediately. The wolf nosed the bedside table over to the window until it was right underneath the fat girl and said, "All right, Red." When she let her legs down with a huff of relief, her knees touched the table. She could kneel now, at least.

"Ahh, that's better!" she said. Her abdomen felt much better now that the window frame wasn't digging into it, and the alleviation of one pain doubled her awareness of the second. "I'm sooo hungry!"

Smirking, the wolf said, "I'll bet," as he eyed her enormous butt and chubby thighs. Even her feet were fat.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Last night! My mom left me here to lose weight and told me the only way I'm getting out is if I get skinny enough to fit." Remembering it, Red started getting teary all over again.

"Now don't go crying again. I smelled eggs and cheese when I was in the kitchen, freshly cooked. There's probably something in there you can eat."

"Really?" Red sniffed. "My mom must have made me an omelette after all."

The wolf nosed the plump girl's thighs, checking their texture - nice and jiggly, yes. She was definitely worth fattening up. "Want me to go get it for you?"

"Yes, please!"

Red knew she wouldn't be able to get out of the window if she didn't slim down, but she was way too hungry to turn down food. Even if she ate the omelette her mother had cooked for her, she was still definitely going to get thinner. One omelette after a whole night of near starvation wasn't enough to keep you from losing weight.

"God yes."

So the wolf trotted back into the kitchen and located the omelette.

It was sitting on a plate in the middle of the counter, covered with a heat dome. With his forelegs on the counter he could easily remove the dome with his teeth. Hmm... the omelette was cheesy and glistened with grease, but it was awfully small. Surely this wouldn't be enough. He pawed open the door to the pantry and peered inside. The woman must have been a nut! Everything was healthy and low-fat, except for the raw ingredients Red's mother used to make her own dishes. The wolf moved on to the refrigerator, where it was the same story. But he did find a small chocolate cake on the top shelf. What could the woman have been meaning to do with this? The wolf bit the plate and carried it over to the counter, nudged the cake into the same plate as the omelette, and carried them both back out to Red.

"Oh, thank you, thank you. I owe you one, Wolf," said Red as she grabbed the plate from him eagerly.

The wolf grinned his toothy, wolfish grin at her. He planned to collect---as soon as Red had gotten a bit bigger, that is.

"Eat up," he said encouragingly.

She didn't need to be told twice. He hadn't brought any utensils, so Red held the plate with one hand and stuffed food into her mouth with the other. She started with the omelette, thinking she would only eat part of it and save the rest for later to keep her from starving, yet still be hungry enough to lose weight and squeeze out of the window. But as soon as she took one bite of the tempting, juicy, cheesy eggs, that plan went out the window (so to speak). It had been so long since she had eaten real food that the delicious taste of it completely overwhelmed her. Not only did she finish the omelette, she devoured the entire cake, too, with a voracious appetite. Within minutes, her cheeks and chin were smeared with grease and streaks of chocolate icing, and she was licking her fingers greedily, still incredibly hungry. The wolf watched in satisfaction.

"I'm starved. Are you sure there isn't anything else in the house?"

"Watch out, Red," he teased her. "Eat too much and you're never going to get out of that window."

She ignored his taunting. A little more wouldn't hurt. And she was ravenous!

Just then, they heard the front door being unlocked.

“Crap, it’s my mom!”

“Will she go into your room and find out I helped you?” asked the wolf.

“No, but she comes out into the garden all the time. You’ve got to hide.”

The wolf turned and vanished soundlessly into the shrubbery.

A short time later, Red heard the front door open again and angry footsteps coming around the side of the house. Thinking fast, she wiped her face off on her arms and pitched the empty plate into the forest. Her mother stomped into the garden, holding the silver dome that she’d found empty on the counter.

“RED! What happened to the omelette I left in the kitchen? And where’s the cake I baked for your grandmother’s birthday?”

“I have no idea what happened to those things. How could I? I’m right were you left me,” snapped Red.

Red’s mother realized it was true. Her sadly obese daughter could not possibly have escaped from the inadvertent trap and eaten those things. It must have been some thief who saw the kitchen window open from the road. She turned and went back inside.

From then on, Red’s mother came out twice a day with carrots and water to feed her daughter just enough to keep her alive while forcing her to lose weight. Little did she know that the wolf also came to feed her daughter. Since the kitchen window was now kept closed, he went to the nearby villages and raided the houses and shops for anything edible that was left unattended. Carrying a giant sack in his jaws, he collected roasted chickens, entire smoked hams, blocks of cheese, loaves of bread, cakes, pastries, muffins, and jugs of buttery whole milk and sugary apple cider. He brought it all back to his plump stuck piglet and fed it to her in huge batches.

Red, of course, hated being stuck in the window. Her mother’s plan worked---sort of---because Red wanted to lose weight so she could squeeze free. So she decided to self-diet, just at a slower pace than her mother wanted. She only ate as much of the wolf’s delicious food as it took to satisfy her hunger and keep from starving between meals.

Well, okay, maybe sometimes she gave in to her constant appetite and ate when she didn’t really need to.

And okay, occasionally she stuffed herself a bit ---or a lot--- because it tasted so good she just couldn’t stop. But she was convinced her stomach had shrunk considerably during the last few weeks from getting nothing but carrots. She was hardly eating anything at all these days, certainly not as much as she had before the awful diet. Back then she used to eat constantly. Now the wolf only brought her food three times a day. And the amount was significantly less. Nothing to worry about.

In fact, Red didn’t realize how much she was cramming into her mouth because the wolf brought her so much food that she could never finish it. There was always a huge pile left over, so she thought she was successfully restraining herself from eating as much as she could have. The wolf reinforced this idea by saying every time, “You hardly ate any of what I gave you. I guess you really want to lose those extra pounds keeping you stuck, don’t you?” Happy to embrace the lie, Red never guessed how much she was eating.

The wolf liked to put that leftover food to good use. He stored it along with a few extra treats like cookies, chocolates, and donuts in a second bag hidden under the eaves of the house right over Red’s head, to tempt her. He knew her self-control wasn’t strong enough for her to resist the extra food for long. Red’s mother couldn’t see the bag when she came out to check on her daughter, but Red could reach it easily. She usually got hungry again about an hour after the wolf left, satisfied with his stuffed piglet, and would reach up and pull down the bag, thinking, “Just a cookie or two between mealtimes won’t hurt. I’m still definitely losing weight.” But two cookies wasn’t enough, so she reached in for another, always thinking, “One more won’t hurt,” and “This is to make up for eating hardly anything yesterday.”

By the time the wolf came back a few hours later, the entire contents of the bag would be gone, straight into Red’s greedy little mouth and down into her growling belly. The gluttonous girl told herself it was nothing more than a small snack, and because she was always ravenous again by the time the wolf brought her the next meal, she still gorged herself full with the new food, too.

Every morning, thinking that she was eating less than ever, Red tried to push free, convinced that today would be the day. She strained and grunted, and her face turned red and her second chin jiggled, but it was no use. “I must be losing weight,” she told herself. “Tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll be able to get free.” Since she couldn’t see herself, she had no idea that she was not only not losing weight---she was gaining.

Red’s cheeks grew rounder and her arms and hands got plumper. Two chins turned into three. Her belly, which was squeezed up against the outside of the house, slowly but surely began to inch outward, wiggling like a giant bowl of jello when she so much as sneezed. Inside, where no one could see, her thighs got chubbier and chubbier, her hips widened, and her panties got tighter and tighter. But she never noticed, because the window was already squeezing her so uncomfortably. Eventually the slightest movement ripped her panties right down the back, but she couldn’t feel it.

Little by little, the amount of food left over for “snacks” started to decrease. The wolf brought her bigger and bigger helpings to try to keep up. Red ate and ate, adding pound after pound.

Soon, Red realized she was eating more than she could possibly justify to herself. She noticed one day that her shirt had gotten awfully small on her. This realization came just in time for her mother to come out with a new batch of carrots. She stared at her daughter as if not recognizing her.

“My god, Red! You’re not losing weight, you’re gaining! You look thirty pounds heavier! No breakfast for the fatty.”

Red didn’t mind. As soon as her mother was gone, she took down the sack the wolf had left her and gorged herself on a box of donuts, then guzzled thick, fattening buttermilk and absently rubbed her plump piggy stomach, wondering how soon the wolf would be back.

“I’m sure my mother’s overreacted. I must have just gained five pounds or something, and that’s why she’s freaking out.”

But as she rubbed her hands over herself, feeling the handfuls of extra flab that jiggled at her every touch, she knew that wasn’t true. “Okay, maybe ten or twenty pounds. Maybe I should go back to my original diet. I’ll just eat a little bit of what Wolf brings me.”

But as soon as her breakfast arrived, she forgot about her resolution and fed herself two-handed, overeating gluttonously. When she had finished a leg of ham and a meat pie, she picked up a chocolate cake, several times the size of the one her mother had baked for Grandma.

“Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be dieting,” she said.

“Dieting?” said the wolf. “Whatever for?”

“I’m getting fatter,” she explained.

“But what’s wrong with that?”

“I need to get out of this window!”

“True,” said the wolf. “But doesn’t that cake look good?” He smiled cunningly. “Just a bite won’t hurt.”

Red struggled with her desire to eat the tempting chocolate, knowing she couldn’t if she ever wanted to free herself. But her willpower wasn’t strong enough.

“Just a bite couldn’t possibly hurt,” she agreed, and broke off a huge chunk and crammed it into her mouth, covering her hand and lips with frosting.

“Mmm... so good...”

“You might as well take another bite,” he said. “You can diet tomorrow.”

Too weak to resist, Red brought the cake up to her mouth and stuck her face in it, taking huge mouthfuls. A little indulgence today wouldn’t hurt. The wolf was right. Her diet would start tomorrow. She was aware that with every bite of that tempting, rich food, she would grow fatter and fatter. Every bite was getting her more and more stuck, farther away from her goal. She just couldn’t help herself. She indulged herself until the cake was gone and her fingers and chin were licked clean.

“How about these cookies?” asked the wolf innocently.