The old woman walked down. She was practically skin and bones. Everyone always worried that she was about to collapse into a pile of dust. She trembled when she walked and anything she wore just hung off of her like rags. That is, until she ordered her Halloween costume, it was just going to be a funny prank sort of thing. Everyone had always called her an old witch because of her raggity look.
She ordered a Witchy cloak that would intentionally hang off of her, and make her look uber spooky. But there was a mix up at the shipping facility and rather than getting the legitimately scary looking witch costume, she was stuck with the sexy version.
Still in need of something for the season she tried it on, just to see if it would work out for her. Initial thoughts were no, it made her feel like a wire hanger. She Held her breathe and tensed up her body wishing that she fit the costume like she was supposed to. Her body started to swell, the wrinkles smoothing out, so she took another deep breathe and held it and tensed, her body plumping up again.
The more she did it, the better she felt, and the more the costume fit her better and better. Her curves pushing far beyond what they were, even when she was young. But the strength and vigor that came with the curves far out weighted her negative feelings around being plump. She had always been brought up that being overweight was bad and unlikable, but now she was slapping herself, because it felt amazing, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit, she turned herself on a bit. She looked hot!
She may not have been the scary witch, she found herself a new vigor and a return to her energy, a new lease on life. She was still a witch, but now people were going to adore her.