Mostly through edibles but there was a sale for blueberry flavored vapes at my local dispensary and it's what got me thinking.

Taking one puff and you don't notice anything at first. Maybe you feel a bit bloated, but that could be nothing.

Another puff sometime after the first starts kicking in and giving you the munchies. Being already a bit full you don't notice how your belly rounds out beneath your baggy hoodie or shirt. You'll convince yourself it's just from the food.

A third puff and maybe you begin to notice the blue hue of your skin but by now you're getting high enough to write it off with a giggle.

Several puffs later you're a bloating, moaning, mess. Maybe you're leaking juice, or maybe you're just too beached to do anything but enjoy the ride.

mhm! ---- showed me how to make it a couple of weeks ago. it's good, right?

...huh? oh, yeah, there's some alcohol, but it's soo little. it's basically juice!

it's alright, it's alr- hey! you don't need to be sorry, i promise, i promise, you haven't done anything wrong, it's alrightt. listen, i get it.. you're feeling overwhelmed, aren't you? poor dear... you're a bit of a lightweight, huh?

okay, up you go - you okay to walk if i'm bracing you? mhm. one step in front of another, ok? you're doing a good job. you're doing a good job.

here, we're at my nice, comfy bed. let's get you out of these clothes, they're kinda sweaty and gross... let's peel your shirt off, get these jeans down, isn't that better? just let yourself lie down, feel the cool sheets against your burning skin... isn't this comfy?

you don't need to be sorry, dear, it's alright. you're still woozy right now, don't blame yourself for anything. here, let me get into bed with you. i'll make sure you're safe the whole night, ok? you don't have to worry about anything right now. just let yourself sleep off the night...

you're very pretty..

Being a gingerbread witch was really out of style, but Agatha wasn't really bothered with what the local covens considered gauche.

Fattening people up and using them as magical batteries was what she liked to do! It wasn't like she was eating them like gingerbread witches in the old days! Besides, focusing on just one school of magic meant she was honing it to a fine art, unlike those "jack of all trades, master of none" witches dabbling in this and that.

There was really only one other school of magic she'd ever concerned herself with, and that was the conjuration and keeping of familiars. Her mark of mastery in that bit of magic was when she created Gumdrop.

He was a beautiful piece of magic: extremely intelligent, able to offer her magic when she was out of her reserves, and not to mention cute as a button. Or, at least Agatha thought he was cute. He was an umbrashade familiar, a wisp of shadow-like magic made physical. Small enough to hold in both hands, and usually found walking around on her countertops.

"Pass me that one over there?" Agatha requested, gesturing to a bundle of herbs on the counter.

Gumdrop picked them up with a little grunt of exertion and carried them over to Agatha, who tossed them into the cauldron.

"I'm almost done with this one!" Giddy, she scooped Gumdrop up and stuffed him between her ample breasts so he could get a better view, and because she liked putting him there.

"This experiment seems highly potent," Gumdrop mused. "You'd have to get the dosing just right... but how will you figure it out?"

"Well, I just need someone to try it for me."

"Not a lot of lost travelers on the roads these days," Gumdrop reminded her, before he was scooped up again. He was prepared to be placed back on the counter, so it came as a surprise when he was dropped into the cauldron.

He was able to tread water (or potion, rather) for a little while, but soon sank beneath the surface with no option other than to start drinking his way out. The potion tasted sweet and once he'd tasted it he couldn't get enough of it.

Gumdrop surfaced with a burp, finding himself firmly wedged into the cauldron. He spluttered and tried to pull himself free to no avail. "Aggie!" he protested in a gasp. "I am your familiar not a test subject!"

"But you make such a cute test subject." She booped the spot where he might have had a nose if he were not a shadowy figure. "Besides, you're right, there's no one out here to test things on. Please? Let me test just a few more things on you?" She pouted.

Gumdrop sighed. "For you... I suppose..."

He regretted it later, agreeing to test whatever she came up with: enchanted cakes, hunger potions, fat spells, feasts in a bottle- he felt less like a familiar and more like a pig being fattened up for the fair.

Then, he soon felt less like a pig, and more like a mountain as the fattening magic continued.

"Gummy!" Agatha cooed, craning her neck to look up at her familiar. "Honey, can you stop eating the roof please? I have this super tasty potion for you here instead!"

Gumdrop grabbed another chunk of iced cookie roof and shoved it haphazardly into his mouth, getting crumbs all over his face and gut. He'd swollen up so large that he dwarfed their house now. His gut pooled out in front of him, his legs sat like useless logs of fat on either side, his arms were almost too fat to move which was why he was making use of them now eating whatever he damn well felt like eating. His triple chin squished up as he whined. "I'm hungryyyy."

"I have to live there though," Agatha reminded him, clasping her hands together and pleading. "... hmm, maybe I can make a spell that will keep you fed without you needing to eat anything... I could make a charm and have you swallow it-"

for example. freddie called his first boyfriend “pudding” which is pretty normal right. kind of a common pet name for a significant other. I always felt like it had a fat-teasing connotation to it, but I was just projecting.

well today I found a note from freddie to “pudding” with this on it:

“My dearest & precious cherub, I thought I’d finally get it together and write you my first little card - Hope all’s going well with you & go easy on those business lunches or else you’re going to burst before I can get back to you — You’re going to have to fit into one of my cat-suits if it kills you (probably will).”

Can’t Have Banana Bread Without Banana Dough

hello fellow feedists! so uh… my girlfriend (@doughyfatfox 💕) and I have done A Thing - a fun (and most importantly, ethical kink + fat lib-informed) website that collects and archives everything about feedism! from a community-centred wiki about the kink and the history of feedism + fat admiration, to practical resources for feedists and even cheeky memes, we’re hoping for this to be both a personal + community-driven space to celebrate this wonderful kink of ours 💕.

so what inspired this?