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Caught

Lance trudged through the thicket of the yard he was in. The brush was picking at the maroon shirt that covered his chubby belly. He had been dared to enter the house that was rumored to be owned by a witch. Being the new kid, it was sort of a initiation. Granted, trespassing into the home of someone rumored to be a powerful woman didn't sound like a good idea, but when he was told that it was either this or being hung from a tree by the shirt exposing his chub so that the others could poke at it, he chose this after seeing that some of the objects used for the poking were sharp.

Only after he cleared the fence did he began to wonder if he had a better chance repeatedly sucking in his belly to keep it from being jabbed at than sneaking into a supposed witch hut. But he made it to the storm cellar and, after a brief hesitation, went in...and was suddenly intimidated.

There were racks, stocks, wheels with straps, tables with straps with some under sharp objects, chairs with straps, manacles, hooks, muzzles, and other things found in a dungeon.

Lance gulped; now that was he inside the house, he was supposed to get something that proved he had been in here. But the sight in front was making him shiver. Swallowing hard, he tarried onward. Everything looked scary in the dark. It was awhile before he found the door out and he was sweating buckets. Unfortunately, when he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, he heard a door slam. Shoot! he thought and charged back into the storms cellar, slamming the door behind him.

Eve trudged into her home, tired as all get out. She was so tired that she let the door close on its own. She was just going to make a cup of coffee when she heard another door slam. "Odd," she murmured. She walked over to the door and heard clattering. Intruders! thought Eve. Quickly, she pulled out a pistol, opened the door, and entered. "Come on out," she ordered, "I warn you, I'm armed."

Lance made the clattering noise when he dove behind some stocks and upset a pile of handcuffs. Eve stalked over to where he was and gazed around. Lance attempted to curl up even more, but his gut made it difficult.

Eve's hand shot out and grabbed the nap of Lance's shirt. "Now I have you!" Eve hoisted Lance off the floor and held him at arms length.

Lance struggled, his legs flailing in the air, all the begging pitifully, "Don't eat me! Please don't eat me! I'm too fat! You'll get stomachache!"

"Quiet!" snapped Eve. Lance immediately obeyed, then remembered what happens when people are hoisted off their feet by the shirt nap. Looking down to see his entire midriff exposed, he yelped and struggled to pull his shirt down. "And quit squirming!" snarled Eve. Lance obliged, feeling self conscious about his plump midriff sticking out. "Now why are you here?"

Lance began to sweat. "The kids sent me here as a dare. I had to get something to prove I was here."

Eve continued to glare, making him sweat again. "Why did you yell for me not to eat you?"

Lance gulped. "The kids around here say that you lure children here and gobble them up!"

A newcomer thought Eve. Her arm started to get tired with holding up a fat boy, Eve decided to place the back nap of the shirt on a meat hook. Lance didn't struggle for fear of being shot. "Well, you don't have to worry about being eaten because that is just a rumor." She lowered her gun. "But I have to make sure that you learned your lesson." Lance started to whimper. Eve rolled up the front hem of his shirt up to his neck and stuffed the material into his mouth. "To make sure you don't alert anyone else," she told him. "Don't you dare spit it out." Lance nodded and she went up out of the cellar, leaving the door open a smidge.

Gagged by the same shirt that was holding him up, Lance could only look around at the restraints panting, his big fat belly pulsing as he did so, occasionally letting out a muffled whimper. He was starting to regret interacting with Buck and his gang. Now that he thought about it, it seemed that this is what was going to happen to him either way. What if she was lying about her eating kids being a rumor? What if she will eat me? What if she cuts off my stomach? Thoughts like these continued to race through his head as each scenario got worse and worse until it became too much and he fainted.