Death by Chocolate (amonst other things)

It's no good. You're too fat to fit through the door.

"See?" says the witch "You can't escape. Just sit down and Dorka will get you more delicious grub."

The smell of the rich chocolate pudding is so good, you manage to pull yourself free from the doorway and sit down for your last meal. You don't think anything can save you now.

Written by an anonymous author

except a werewolf
then you notice the switches on either side of the door

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