The (New) Fattening Doll

    The latest turnout in Mrs. C's baking enterprise turned out well--which was not unexpected given that her bakery was practically akin to a mall. However, there was much that Mrs. C demanded in order for her true motives to be slaked. Here was a woman, who towered and dwarfed the common svelte figure. Her waist defied all limits set by furniture and clothes, explaining why elastic jeans were her choice. Her upper body was just roll upon roll of flab, and was hidden well under a lighter red sweater with a bit of the top opened (she learned soon that she heated up too quickly wearing a thick sweater). Today, Mrs. C's office, or rather, her living room, was sparked with a great glow.

    Judging from the fact that it was bluish meant that it was either magical or from the far reaches of outer space. Her first guess was correct as a slim, but curvy sorceress appeared. Her body was decked with a two piece outfit which resembled a bra and long skirt combo. Yet, they were covered with a transparent robe. Around her neck was a cape, and on her arms were large sleeves. The woman's hair was dark like a crow's feather, but just like felt. Her body was tainted with a few symbols, along with her slightly darker skin, which suggested that she barely got time out in the sun. Her eyes were heavy for her, thanks to the make up she had on. In the end, this woman was Mrs. C's newest acquaintance: Sielda. 

    "You sure are prompt," said the ever-cheerful Mrs. C.

    "So, Carol Craft," Sielda said, "I have come. What are we to do today?"

    "Hm...Well, I feel that my methods of pushing weight on people is getting stale. I need something new, something fresh."

    An evil grin played on Sielda's face, with a little sinister chuckling. "Go on."

    "Check this out."

    The larger woman opened up her dresser, and pulled out an old doll. 

    "I see...so we're doing voo-doo."

    "No. Not like last time. It's useless now, anyway. What we're going to do is like tying shoes on someone: except we're tying a person's life to that doll..." Her voice trailed, as she soon realized, "And that would be voo-doo."

    "Very well, then."

    "This time, let's go find a doll to hex, instead of making one by hand."

    "Certainly," Sielda said, conjuring a smoothie for Mrs. C.

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    The local toy emporium was the destination for any land-lubber who wanted his hands on a new toy, but Sileda and Mrs. C were here for something else. They were looking for a regular doll--the kind that young girls usually played with. Mrs. C's reasoning was that it was perfect for her own reasons.

    "Take a look at those." She said, seeing the human-like replicas of made-up dolls. There were some males, and there were some females. Mrs. C was going to pick out one, it fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, but she was suddenly stopped by a perky brunette who chastised her.

    "Lady, you NEED to cover all of that!" She gestured a circle around her halfway exposed hindquarters. "Stop squatting and bending, 'till you can drop that junk."

    Sielda appeared prepared to instantly curse this woman's eyes out, but she got a scolding of her own.

    "And you! Cover yourself up. This is not a strip club!" The woman went back to Mrs. C, and took her smoothie. "Also, let me help you on you weight-loss quest. No food in the store."

    The woman left, but then, Mrs. C got back up with a smile.

    "One: it amazed me how you can control your body at such insane dimensions. Two: I am prepared to hex her to death."

    "No need." Mrs. C said, "I know you already know who she is now."

    "That's right: I caught a glimpse of her entire person already." 

    Mrs. C smiled, and then picked up a doll for purchase, so that she and Sielda could hurry up and take care of things. Mrs. C glanced back at the creative section, but in the end, didn't have to worry: she had everything she needed at home.
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    Nightfall came upon the street which was home to The Bakery. The same young lady from the store was merely headed to see her boyfriend. Her good looks were what got him in the first place, and like him, she expected herself to show up on time. 

    A nearby home with white doors flung open, even before she approached. In it was a picturesque man who would have been chosen to partake in pro-wrestling above other individuals who didn't come close to his looks (even if they had experience). 

    "Claire! You came!" He cheered while hugging her and whisking her off the ground.

    "I know, right?! Bu I have to tell you about my day at work! You'll never believe who I saw at he store!"




    The hours flew by, and while they were talking in he kitchen, Claire slowly removed her vest, and jeans, leaving only a blue shirt and her briefs. Already, her boyfriend seems all too invested, but he restrained his urges, and sat in a chair backwards, and said, "So, seriously, tell me more about this person."

    "Oh, you don't rally want to meet her. I hear she's got some kind of fat fetish. She just likes seeing people fat, especially girls!"

    Her boyfriend seemed confused, ad leaned in closer. He then said, "Sheesh. That's a thing?"

    "Oh, yeah. But anyway, she was reaching for an object that fell, and...my gosh...she bent down and you should have seen that thing SPREAD. Why do these pigs insist on wearing skimpy things?!"

    He boyfriend nodded in agreement, but noted that Claire's thighs were already a bit wider than usual--enough to match the width of two computer monitors side by side. Her belly was also coming out, but it looked as if her flesh began spreading out like yeast did when it rose. Her upper body almost remained nomal, but she looked a bit softer up there than usual. Maybe he was imagining things, as well, but he noticed that her lips were smeared with pizza.

    "Uh, baby, you got something on you mouth." 

    "Oh." She said, wiping it of her lips. Then she continued to ramble on about her day, still remarking about Mrs. C.

    Her boyfriend made absolutely sure to watch her body this time. Her body was filling out some more, and now her hips and legs were poking out at both sides of the chair. Meanwhile, her torso looked a bit more cartoonish, with her belly appearing more like a sack stuffed with flour. Some of her shirt also began to tick out some, too. Then, there was the matter of her face appearing much rounder, and much more puffed up. Finally, her breasts decided to take a seat and plopped onto the top of her belly.

    "I...see. Guess today isn't really a normal day." He said.

    "Why you say that?" Claire asked getting up and attempting to sit on his legs. He thought quickly, though, and instead, stood up with her, and casually walked with her to the couch. He hen looked at her mouth, and made a gesture telling her to wipe off the ice cream.

    She did so, but then continued to talk about the woman.

    Some more time passed, but as she was cuddling to him, he now started to feel the pressure that was coming from his left. She was slowly expanding, but exponentially. Her thighs soon swallowed two and two-thirds of a couch, and her stomach spilled out, meaning her blue shirt was now a bra, at best. Her arms became more dough-like, and matched the same level of plumpness, now found on her face, which was ow smothered in lard, butter, syrup, and bacon. Claire's bust was also big enough to crush even the largest of bras. In fact, she required a custom-made one, now. Her boyfriend knew time was running out for him on the couch, and even if he were built like a hero, he would still need more of him to lift his ever-growing woman.

    "Uh, Claire?"

    "Huh? What?"

    "W-what the heck happened to you?!"

    "What do you..." She paused to see a reflection in the mirror. The woman she saw was moumental. She had about four chins, no neck, really thick arms, and excessive belly fat, which would easily now keep her warm. In fact, she had about three belly rolls, and with it all like that, her thighs were hidden behind it. Bending over would be hard. Then, there was the matter of addressing her garb. No mortal outfit would fit on her--only bedsheets. Claire gasped as she looked at what was on her face. Fatty substances were constantly dripping over her face, and yet at the same time, she kept tasting highly-caloric foods in her mouth. It was a mystery she didn't notice this at all. Her boyfriend shrieked, and fled.

    "Wait!" Claire said, expanding past the door's curent dimensions. She couldn't fit through normally, thanks to her rear. But as she attempted to move sideways, she was still gaining more fat, and couldn't fit in time. "No! Am I stuck like this?! Please! Help me!" Suddenly, she saw herself drenched with chocolate. After a few minutes, she was cleaned off. In seconds after that, she broke down crying.

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    Mrs. C was jiggling excessively, because of the excessive laughing. She finally stopped herself, and aid to Sielda, "That was TOO funny! Gaha!"

    "Of course," the sorceress replied, "Though, I must say, this still weirds me out a bit." She pulled up the doll from under a container of melted butter. "Whoa. This doll literally blew up may times bigger! Yet, it's so light..."

    "We simply must do this again."

    Sielda chuckled nervously, and said, "Hm...I'll think about it. Keep the doll."

    The dark mage summoned dark smoke, and then left with a bang. Mrs. C smiled, and said to the doll, "Maybe now, you won't say such things around me, now will you?"

    
    She soon heard he screams of the same woman from the store. It sounded like she heard and experienced what the doll did.