Kinktober '22 #29: Feedee is Tiny and Food is Giant

Magic was such a wonderful thing. Phoebe used it sparingly, really only for special (and kinky) occasions. Spells were expensive, especially the ones she most enjoyed using. But she’d saved up the gold and cleared her entire week so she could take her time and really sink into this latest spell. Well, three spells, really.

The first was a shrinking spell. It would make her about the size of her own thumb, just a few inches tall. The second was a spell that would allow her stomach to expand no matter what was put inside it. The third would allow her to digest more quickly, food depositing itself as fat almost as quickly as she could eat it. The effects of all of them were temporary. An ideal way to explore the most extreme edges of gluttony while knowing she’d be back to her usual, thin self.

It would be her first time using all three spells in conjunction. Previously, she’d only been able to afford one at a time, and had found the experiences pleasant but not as satisfying as she’d hoped. After experiencing each in turn, however, she realized they would make an absolutely perfect, hedonistic match. She knew one wasn’t supposed to combine spells willy-nilly, but the thought of diving face first bowl of pudding and seeing her stomach expand as she ate her way to the bottom of the bowl, then feeling all of it turn into luscious, soft fat? Impossible for her to resist.

Phoebe had prepared herself a feast for the occasion. It would’ve been a huge amount of food for any one person normally, and impossible to consume once she’d shrunk herself down to more petite proportions. She’d barely eaten all week in preparation and her appetite was razor sharp. The sight of so much food in front of her and knowing she’d be stuffing herself full of it all nearly had her panting, empty stomach growling loudly. On top of the hunger, she could feel lust clouding her mind, imagining herself as a fat little blob by the time she finished, belly pooling in front of her and only getting bigger.

She could barely wait to get started.

She stripped off all her clothes, tossing them aside, not caring where they ended up. Her figure was remarkably slender, hipbones, elbows, and collarbones pressing out prominently against her skin. Her chest was almost flat, her birdlike ribcage just barely concealed. She was the type of skinny girl who could see her digestive tract working every time she ate, little bulges appearing under her skin as food worked its way through. She was short, with sharp features to her face, accentuated by a blunt bob of black hair. Elfin, one might say, though she wasn’t sure enough of her heritage to claim that for herself. She took a look in the mirror she’d set up near the dining table where she’d laid out her feast so she could watch herself blow up. To go from all these hard edges and angles to pure softness… Well, there was no time to waste.

She cast the digestion spell first, and somehow felt even hungrier. The stomach expansion spell was next, followed up quickly by the shrinking spell. As she spoke the last, she positioned herself so she was sitting on the edge of the table. She’d made the mistake of forcing her tiny self to climb before, and it had not been pleasant.

Then there she was, standing on the table, mountains of food towering above her head. She did a little dance, giving herself a moment to squeal over it all before she dug in. Then, she climbed up onto the pie dish next to her, buttery crust cracking beneath her feet as she stood upon it. This one was the pot pie she’d made, filled with a creamy white roux. She got down on her knees and plunged her whole hand through the crust, stuffing the handful into her mouth. It was fantastic, and she hadn’t even hit the filling.

She gobbled her way through the crust with each hand, shoveling fistfuls into her mouth as fast as she could. She was starving, and she knew it would be a long while before she was satisfied. When she finally broke through the crust and she felt her fingers dip into the warm filling, she moaned, wanting nothing more than to lap it up forever. So she did, scooping handfuls of roux and chicken and little cubed carrots and celery. She finally hit a pea at one point, and it was nearly the size of her head. She had to hold it with both hands as she scarfed down every morsel of it.

By the time she’d eaten enough of a hole in the filling to actually just climb into the pie and really start eating, she still felt ravenous, even as her flat belly began to curve outward. She kept eating, feeling herself swell as she worked around the rounded edge of the pie, crust and filling disappearing into her maw bite by bite.

She was amazed when she realized she was nearing the center of the pie. She still felt so hungry. But she looked like she’d had enough to eat for a lifetime. Her belly was an enormous bulge in front of her, heavy and starting to hang low. Thankfully, it hadn’t gotten in the way just yet, but she knew the weight of it would soon slow her down.. She hadn’t yet noticed that she was already getting fatter, too, her hipbones and bony backside now lightly cushioned with a layer of pure pudge.

By the time she ate the last crumb of crust and had licked the last bit of filling from the center of the pie, her overswollen gut was hanging down to her knees, packed full and gurgling. Still, she didn’t feel full, even as she let out a series of belches. It took quite a bit of effort to clamber out of the glass pie pan, and it took feeling new parts of her jiggling for her to realize her body had already begun to change. She had breasts now–small ones, but there all the same. Her fingers looked less bony. She reached down to run her hands over her hips and bit her lip as she realized how bottom-heavy she was getting. She rested her hands atop the swell of her stomach as she looked around, trying to decide what to eat next.

It felt a little silly to want more pie, but she had a berry one that really felt like it was calling her name. This time, she started eating face-first, not bothering to use her hands. This proved to be somewhat difficult with her belly trying to get in the way, but she persevered until, eventually, she was swimming in sweet berry goo, her skin stained purple and red by the juice. She made it halfway through the pie before she finally had to take a break, sitting with her back against the walls of the pie tin.

She felt enormous. Her belly stretched out past her knees, rising almost high enough to block her whole field of vision. She’d gotten fatter, too. She could feel a little softness on her cheeks and chin. She reached up and took sticky handfuls–handfuls!--of her own tits, lifting them to her mouth so she could lick all the berry juice from them. Her backside had grown wonderfully wide, and she was grateful for the cushion.

This was the biggest she’d ever gotten herself, bar none. The combination of spells was exactly what she’d wished for.

Phoebe’s feast continued for days. Pudding and ham and roasted chicken and pastries and, and, and… She gorged herself continuously until even her magically modified gut groaned with the load, and then ate still more. Hour by hour, she could feel herself getting fatter, swelling into an increasingly round form that was harder to haul around by the day. She wished she’d thought ahead and found a spell that would allow her to float, or possibly to bring food to her mouth.

Even with her increasingly improbably size, she somehow managed to glut herself on the entire feast. By the end, she was exactly what she’d hoped for: a gloriously fat blob swaddled in excess flesh, barely able to even steady herself on her own two feet. She was digesting rapidly, and her belly was still enormous, perpetually resting on the table beneath her. She’d never felt more stuffed, or more aroused. She hadn’t thought of a way to handle that once her arms were so fat they could hardly bend, much less reach to get herself off.

She looked up at the clock on the wall. The spells were all supposed to end at once, mere minutes away. She pouted a little. It all felt so wonderful. But one couldn’t live like this forever.

The minutes ticked by, and she relished every one of them, knowing it would be months or years before she could afford to try something like this again.

But then the allotted time passed. She squinted at the clock, wondering if she’d read it wrong. Did she have the wrong day? Had she lost count? No–no, she was certain it was time. She waited a few more minutes. Then half an hour.

By the time a full hour had gone by, she realized the spells weren’t going to wear off, at least not like normal. She should’ve been more worried about it. Instead, she just felt lucky. There were certainly some problems she’d need to solve at such a ridiculous size, but… she was finally, finally the size she’d always wanted to be.