Cassie was a witch with an insatiable appetite and a twisted sense of humor. One sunny afternoon, while she was browsing through her dusty spellbook, there was a knock on her door. She looked up curiously, her eyes narrowing when she saw a young man standing outside, clutching a clipboard and wearing a suspiciously innocent smile.
"Uh, hi there," he stammered, clearly taken aback by the sight of a haggard-looking old woman in tattered robes and a pointed black hat. "I'm just going around the neighborhood, selling some cookies for my little league team. I was wondering if you-"
Cassie cut him off with a cackle. "Cookies, eh? Well, come in, come in! I could always use a snack." She waved him in, her eyes glinting with cruel mischief.
The poor boy followed her into her humble abode, which was filled with the pungent scent of herbology and magical paraphernalia. He took a few hesitant steps inside before stopping when he saw her mix something into a glass of water.
"Here," she said sweetly, holding the glass out to him. "Drink this and it'll help you grow big and strong." He had no idea what she was up to, but he wasn't one to question the oddities of his clients. He gulped it down eagerly, not realizing that it was actually a potion she had brewed, designed to shrink him down to a manageable size.
As he swallowed the last drops of the purple concoction, he felt himself starting to shrink, his clothes tightening around him. He let out a cry of alarm, only to watch in horror as his hands and feet shrank to the size of sausages. By the time his transformation was complete, he was no bigger than a pot-bellied pig.
"Well, well," Cassie cooed, running a crooked finger down his chubby cheek. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" She scooped him up with one hand, cradling his squirming body between two fingers like a newborn. "Guess you'll make a tasty snack after all."
And with that, she popped him into her mouth and began to chew, savoring the taste of her unwitting victim. She chatted away about this and that, describing the sensation of his flesh in her mouth and how it reminded her of a juicy piece of pork.
As he was masticated and digested, Cassie's stomach began to rumble contentedly. Soon enough, all that remained of the poor boy was a small, soft pile of pebble-like turds. Cassie grinned evilly as she reached down between her legs and extracted the last bits of him, allowing them to plop into the toilet bowl.
"Oh well," she chuckled, washing her hands in the sink. "Gotta love being a witch. So much fun, so many adventures." And with that, she flushed the remains of her meal away, merrily humming to herself as she went about her daily business.
