Commission I got from ever-talented and hard-working  Wonkalicious of Michelle getting into some mischief with some magical marshmallows. Wrote a quick little story to go with it, so please do give it a read and leave a comment if you can!

Story contains:
-weight gain
-force feeding

Even as a regular human, Michelle Mallow never shied away from shopping in whatever magical shop or market she could find to try out new ingredients for her cooking. As an ambitious learner and aspiring chef, she was willing to experiment with all sorts of strange veggies and supernatural treats to try and make the best dish she could make. Trial and error were all a part of the culinary process anyway, and she was certainly skilled enough to know how to handle herself and her recipes, no matter how strange the results became.

But of course, as a natural glutton who weighed in at several hundred pounds, her appetite could often get the best of her and lead her to some sticky situations. And when her favorite treats were involved, she could easily fall victim to whatever strange and mystical whimsy her magical food stuffs could cause.

Case in point, marshmallows.

She always tried to be careful when shopping at magical markets, always calling her more magically-inclined friends to tell her what’s safe or how to work with something she wanted to buy. But on this particular shopping venture, she threw caution to the wind when she saw a bag of “Jumbo Stuffing Marshmallows” and snapped them up on the spot. She simply couldn’t resist the idea of magical marshmallows and what they would taste like.

As she returned to her apartment with her groceries, she held the bag of marshmallows close in her arms. She was all too thrilled to try them, and she thought that they were just as excited to be eaten too. If she hadn’t known any better, she could’ve sworn that they were squirming around in the bag.

When she got home, she put her groceries away as quickly as she could so she could snack for a bit before starting on dinner. She was sure to have her apron on so she could jump right back into the kitchen when she was done munching on her snack. As soon as she finished, she sat down at her couch, marshmallows in tow. She held it up to admire how big and puffy each of them looked. She wasn’t sure if she could help herself from devouring each one on the spot.

Out of curiosity, she looked over the bag. Aside from some basic nutritional facts, she noticed a list of bullet points labeled “Safety Tips.” She started to scan through them.

-Jumbo Stuffing Marshmallows are best eaten in wide open spaces.
-It is recommended that you have a partner in the vicinity to reseal the bag in case of an emergency.
-The contents of each bag of Jumbo Stuffing Marshmallows is incalculable. Please exercise caution before consuming.

She tilted her head at the laundry list of safety tips she skimmed. She might have been more careful with them if her gluttonous urges weren’t already in control of her actions. Licking her lips, she tore open the bag at its perforated edge. The bag started to rumble and rustle in her hands, but nothing strange had happened yet as she plucked one out.

Michelle had never seen marshmallows as big as these before. One marshmallow was big enough to fill out the palm of her hand. She gently pinched it in between her fingers, and it practically bounced happily in her hand like it was begging to be eaten. She was more than willing to oblige as she popped it in her mouth.

The sugary pillow began to melt in her mouth soothingly, and the sweetness danced whimsically on her tongue. She chewed noisily and giddily as her jowls worked away at it. It was the best marshmallow she’d ever tasted.

She swallowed down the first and patted her round tummy, already feeling a bit full and satisfied from just one. But as she went to reach into her bag for another one, the marshmallows inside started to vibrate strangely. Each of them began to glow and sparkle with an odd pink light.

Suddenly, the bag leapt from her hand, staying suspended in midair. Then one by one, the marshmallows flew out on their own. Michelle watched in awe as they organized into a single file line. Soon, they began a jolly, solider-like march on a steady beeline toward Michelle’s mouth. Taking a bit of joy in the magical little show, Michelle opened her mouth wide to allow them to enter on their own.

The one at the front of the line dove happily into her maw, and Michelle chewed excitedly again. She swallowed just in time for the next one to hop on inside. Soon, Michelle and the marshmallows settled into their own rhythm of feeding and chewing, feeding and chewing. Even with this conga line of sweets, Michelle still enjoyed the taste of each one as much as she did with the very first one. For a moment, she thought she might be content to simply lay back and lounge while these strange treats fed themselves to her.

But then she started to feel strange. There was a rumble deep in her guts that caught her attention. A soft, almost gooey chill began to spread across her entire body like goosebumps on her skin. Before she could even question the sensation, she puffed up drastically like a Peep in the microwave as several new and sudden pounds settled instantly onto her already obese frame. Her clothes, snug enough as they were already, felt even tighter as her swelling filled them out.

She whimpered with worry at her sudden growth, but she hardly had time to register it as the line of marshmallows continued to their coveted destination. As another one landed in her mouth, she got instantly heavier, tears starting to form on her clothes and her flesh spilled through the open seams. She heaved herself onto her feet, struggling to maintain her balance as her new heaviness sent her off kilter. When she regained her footing, she tried to reach forward for the floating bag to close it. Then the bag swooped a little higher to escape her swiping.

Michelle tried to jump as high as she could, her weight coming down and shaking her apartment thunderously every time she plopped back down to a landing. But each time, the bag went just out of her reach as if to torment and tease her. Meanwhile, the marshmallows continued on their mission, each of them diving into her mouth, and each of them making Michelle wider and heavier with every swallow.

She tried to clamp her mouth shut by the time the next one arrived in front of her jaws, shaking her head as if the marshmallows could understand her plight and refusal. They seemingly hadn’t (or if they had, they didn’t care) as the one up front began to wriggle its way through her lips and into her mouth. Another joined it as they both tried to force her mouth open, and then another, and then another.

Soon, an angry marshmallow mob formed at her mouth trying to Michelle to open her maw again. She whined wordlessly again as they maintained their persistence, wondering how on earth a group of marshmallows were as strong as they were. She could feel her jaws being pried open, despite her best efforts.

When they finally managed to open her up, Michelle could barely cry out for help as they crowded her gob. Her cheeks puffed up as the marshmallows took up every inch of open space as they could in a coordinated effort to keep her from shutting her mouth again.

As if to rub her defeat in her face, Michelle was forced backwards onto her plush, growing, elephantine rump. She had trouble getting up on her own on a good day, but she was becoming more helpless and defenceless as the marshmallows’ march became faster, eager to travel down her gullet began and make her even bigger.

Her already ill-fitting shirt began to travel upward as her belly melted out and away, pancake layers of fluffy new fat pooching out from her garment and stacking onto each other and flooding her lap with flab. Her shirt kept tearing all over, her breast meat and pillowy arms trying to escape their confines as they fattened up. Her apron was practically a bib by now as it hung from a thick and luscious neck roll that grew to cradle her head and stuffed cheeks.

She could feel herself rising like cookie dough in the oven as her butt cheeks began to bloat. Her yoga pants ripped all too easily as marshmallow fluff filled out her rump with soft, juicy fat that started to encroach over her thighs. Her growing, doughy cheeks grew over her legs and cankles as they were quickly assimilated into one gargantuan, succulent mass of ass; her tiny piddling feet, as chubby as they were getting, were the only vestiges of her lower extremities.

Michelle mewled through her overstuffed jaws while the marshmallows continued feeding themselves to her, forcing her to gulp and chew and plump up. By now, she’d lost all manner of mobility, and most of her human features to boot as she continued to fatten up at the whims of these accursed treats. She was little more than a glorified marshmallow blob now, and if these marshmallows had any say in the matter, she could’ve very well outgrown her entire apartment.

She’d nearly resigned herself to her fate, squinting her eyes and simply waiting for her to become too big for reason. It was then that she heard the sound of the bag being plucked from the air, the resealable tab zipped up tight. The few remaining marshmallows floating around on the outside still made it to Michelle’s maw, but she was able to work her jaw on her own now as she vigorously chewed away at the ones stuffed in her jaws in order to be rid of them.

Michelle was already chewing normally by the time her boyfriend Seth approached her, the bag of marshmallows squirming in his beefy, muscly arm for a little while before settling down. She stood a few feet taller than him now, her already-wide stature widened even more. He looked up at his embarrassed beached whale of a girlfriend, who averted from his gaze and started to blush bashfully as she swallowed the last of her marshmallows.

He gave her an exasperated but bemused look, having become quite used to Michelle getting caught in strange and supernatural antics that sought to increase her mass. Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick text to their demonic friend Elliot, a gluttony demon who (despite his many protests) would be more than willing to do away with any weight Michelle gained through magic and get her back down to her normal, still laughably obese size.

When he got the reply from Elliot that he was on his way, he looked back to Michelle. She met his eyes again and simply gave her a smile. Seth flashed his own back to her, but then tossed the phone onto Michelle’s belly as he might do with their bed. Michelle squinted with a questioning look before she started moaning and wriggling under Seth’s grip and footsteps as he climbed up her newly-added girth.

Seth settled down comfortably near her head and gave her a loving kiss on the lips. They locked eyes romantically for a moment, but Michelle’s face drained in disbelief when Seth proceeded to unzip the bag again.