au where as punishment for something, a sweets-based witch says someone has to endure a month long curse where every day they have to eat a certain amount of small and extremely tasty cookies that doubles every day of the curse.
Starting at one. Just one.
The victim told this totally agrees thanks to the witch’s slick wording and ego stroking, it’s /only/ starting out at one, after all. And its so good, too! Is this really even a curse?
1 becomes 2.. Then 4… Then 8..16,32,64,128,256,512,1024,2048,4096,8192,16384… its only been half of a month… This is getting very very very out of hand very very fast
The witch made it so its always possible for them to be able to finish and stay alive, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t really hurt as their stomach sloshes and churns and bubbles with so many cookies in it.
By time the person is done they’ve eaten more than a billion cookies… They ate over half a billion on the last day alone. They’re absolutely colossal, practically nothing but a mountain of pure overstuffed fat…. And yet they have to admit, the cookies /do/ taste absolutely divine.
The witch meant a 31 day month, and its only been thirty days…
Their victim gives a gasp of horror, they’re already so utterly enormous…. But the cookies /are/ extremely tasty… And the curse has kinda made them into a total glutton… And being so impossibly huge and soft isn’t so bad…
In fact, since they’ve been such a good sport and obviously like the cookies so much, and they’ll be sobbing with hunger once the curse ends, the witch decides to keep them as a permanent taste tester for all of her magical cooking.
As much as they don’t wanna admit it, the victim loves the idea.