Stuffed, Part 2 (Patreon)

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Summary: Inspired by Surrogate Stuffing by Jaundis. Lynn is thirty-six. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, Hina, loves to stuff her belly to the brim with food. Determined to mitigate the effects of this bad habit, Lynn casts a spell to make 3/4 of the food that Hina consumes teleport to Lynn’s own belly. But Lynn soon realizes that this was a bad idea, because Hina doesn't stop eating until she feels really stuffed. Contains: Female: stuffing, belly expansion, weight gain, force feeding. Request submitted by Sebastian on patreon.

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Lynn was sitting behind her desk at work, filling out some paperwork, when she froze, eyes widening. Quickly covering her mouth, she got up and left her office, hurrying towards the bathroom down the hall. One of her colleagues stumbled back to avoid her as another threw a worried look Lynn's way.

A moment later, Lynn found herself on her knees in a bathroom stall, hunched over a toilet, gagging. Her stomach clenched and heaved as she was completely overwhelmed by nausea, yet nothing was coming up. For some reason, she couldn’t vomit.

After several moments of leaning there, dry-heaving, Lynn slumped back against the stall wall, gasping for breath.

Hina was eating again. That much was clear. And it was more than Lynn’s body could take, her belly aching, stomach trying to expel the surplus. Yet her body would not allow it.

For a while, Lynn had thought that things were going well, but Hina’s binges were only getting more extreme. There was seldom a moment that Lynn wasn’t suffering stomach-aches or just feeling uncomfortably full. And though this helped to increase Lynn’s overall weight, it wasn’t nearly healthy. Hina’s habit just couldn’t be allowed to go on.

Grimacing, Lynn cupped the firm curve of her belly, which seemed to be getting more prominent every day. As Hina kept it packed, Lynn’s stomach stretched to accommodate more and more food.

Lynn released a belch, then groaned. That one had tasted like cupcakes.

She was reminded of Hina’s part-time job. After school, Hina worked at a local bakery.

Hina had always been a creative girl. She loved cooking and baking up original creations. She enjoyed icing intricate designs on cakes and pastries. Hina always worked the maximum amount that she was allowed at the bakery, and Lynn was sure that the girl earned a decent amount of pocket money. Lynn personally thought it would do Hina well to put the money in savings. Instead, it was going straight towards Hina’s indulgences. Lynn would have never agreed to Hina’s employment had Lynn known how things would turn out.

Lynn recalled when she had believed that Hina’s getting a job would be a good thing. Instead, the bakery position just gave Hina more opportunities to gobble down the unhealthy treats she seemed addicted to these days.

Lynn knew that it was time to consider undoing the spell, though she was afraid of the consequences that this would have on Hina. When Lynn came home from work that evening, she decided to make one more attempt at talking to her daughter.

Hina was sprawled across the couch, zoned out as she watched TV. Unsurprisingly, the coffee table was covered in her latest fast food purchases. It was pulled up close to the couch so that Hina could easily reach her bounty and eat it efficiently. There were several burgers, some fried chicken sandwiches, and two large baskets of cheese-drenched french fries with bacon sprinkled atop. There were also two extra-large milkshakes. Lynn felt nauseous just looking at the decadent spread. How the hell could her daughter eat this crap?

“Seriously, Hina?” said Lynn in irritation.

Hina startled a little. She threw her mother a glance before rolling her eyes and pointedly lifting a fistful of french fries. Hina stuffed them into her mouth with emphatic gluttony, groaning in pleasure. “Mmmmm, so good.”

Hina was beyond listening or even negotiating. Lynn walked briskly into the kitchen and grabbed the garbage pail, before returning to the living room where she unceremoniously started throwing away Hina’s food.

“Hey!” Hina cried.

“This is disgusting,” Lynn retorted. “Eating like this – you’re turning into a slob.”

“I’ve lost three pounds,” Hina argued, snatching up a chicken sandwich before Lynn could toss it.

“You have to think about your future, Hina. You have to think about the consequences of what you’re doing to yourself.”

Hina laughed. “I don’t know why you’re always complaining. It’s not that serious. I have a fast metabolism.”

“It doesn’t matter,” snapped Lynn.

“Maybe you should be worrying about your own diet,” said Hina pointedly.

Lynn felt her face flush. She knew her embarrassment showed, because Hina suddenly looked remorseful.

“Sorry mom — I didn’t mean –”

Lynn turned and walked off, slamming her bedroom door shut behind her. She didn’t hear the remainder of her daughters fumbled apology.

This was over.

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Midnight was the best time for spell work.

Lynn spent most of the evening curled up in bed, groaning and writhing, as her belly tightened. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was still eating even now.

An alarm chimed. Lynn’s eyelids wearily lifted. She had only managed to doze on and off, fidgeting through the discomfort of her over-packed stomach. Breathlessly, she looked at the digital alarm clock on her nightstand.

11:55PM.

Lynn got up and quickly went about preparing for the spell, drawing the appropriate runes in chalk on the wooden floor. After a childhood spent practicing incantations, this was practically routine for her. Finally, Lynn found herself standing nude in the circle of markings and candles that she had arranged on the floor. Her body was decidedly different than when she had done this several weeks prior. The knots of her spine were no longer protruding visibly, her frame not bony and angular, but now soft and smooth, skin curving more naturally on fuller hips and breasts, as well as a rounder backside. Even her skin seemed less sallow, now supple and bright. Her body was practically glowing; more full, healthy, and feminine.

But then there was her abdomen, which bulged out almost unnaturally. A rounded curve that seemed indicative of inflammation or gas or something else. Her stomach was too full; packed with food, stretched out into this odd sphere on her form.

The bond had also grown. Lynn’s connection to Hina. It was almost tangible now— Lynn could feel it. She knew that Hina would be a strong witch one day, if she chose. Lynn was almost a little bit sad to be severing this warm, magical connection to her daughter. She would miss the sensation of Hina’s budding powers.

Yet it had to be done.

“Of her habits, I’m not fond,” Lynn murmured, the candles flaring. “Time to break this wretched bond.”

The flames burned brighter.

-

Lynn was up all night.

“I did not think through this bind. Perhaps when she’s of sounder mind.”

It wasn’t working.

“With an appetite she cannot sate. Break this bond. It is our fate.”

Lynn had tried the spell in a hundred different ways. The sun was rising, candles melted down to their last centimeters of wick.

“I can’t take more, not a piece,” Lynn stammered slightly, voice growing hoarse. “This connection has to cease.”

Yet the bond was strong as ever. That heated, pulsing presence of magic.

For some reason, Lynn could not break the spell.

-

“You’re going on a diet,” Lynn deadpanned an hour later.

Hina looked at her in surprise.

Lynn was wearing a bathrobe and slippers. She was a little jittery from too much stress and coffee, as she, for the second time in as many days, started to throw away the unhealthy food her daughter was eating.

“What the f—”

“Watch your mouth,” Lynn cut Hina off.

“I’m so sick of this!” Hina shrieked. “I paid for this stuff!”

“It’s junk! I didn’t raise you to eat like a pig all day!” Lynn yelled back as she motioned at the food wrappings that covered the kitchen table.

“In eighteen now! You can’t boss me around!”

“My house, my rules!” Lynn was furious.

“Then I’m leaving!” Hina stormed off to her bedroom.

Lynn jerked back as though she had been slapped in the face. “What!?”

Only moments later, Hina came out of her bedroom, hastily stuffing a pant leg into her backpack. “I’m going to dad’s!”

“Don’t you dare –”

But Hina was already walking through the front door, then slamming it shut behind her.

Fuck, was all Lynn could think. Hina was completely out of control! Lynn looked around the empty kitchen, then belatedly noticed the squashed breakfast burrito clenched in her fist. Viciously, she threw it into the trashcan.

-

What a way to spend the weekend.

Lynn was sitting in her home office on her computer, mindlessly scrolling through files. She couldn’t believe that Hina would put her in this position. And then to run off to her father — the nerve. Lynn was infuriated.

And yet she was trying to calm down; trying to stop her thoughts from racing in circles. She threw a glance down at the bowl of salad on the desk beside her keyboard. Lynn hadn’t touched it. She was just too uncomfortable; too full even then. There was no room left for nutrition. Lynn was on a full junk food diet thanks to her daughter, and she felt accordingly: sluggish and heavy.

Her cell phone chimed. Lynn glanced down at the screen, her lips twisting into a sneer at the caller. She answered it nonetheless. “Hi…”

“Hey,” came the curt response. It was her ex-husband, John, and he got straight to the point. “Hina showed up at my door an hour ago.”

“I heard,” Lynn responded bitterly. “She’s just being a brat. Send her home.”

“Do you think she listens to me?” John responded. Of course, Hina didn’t listen to anyone these days. “Give her the rest of the weekend to cool down. She’ll be packing as soon as she realizes the wifi’s down.”

Lynn rolled her eyes. “Right,” she said stiffly. “What’s she doing now?”

“Stress-eating.”

Lynn scoffed. “All she does is eat!”

John sounded amused as he responded, “She told me she lost some weight.”

“I swear to god, John,” Lynn warned, feeling a new surge of fury. “Don’t get involved.”

John didn’t know that Lynn was a witch. He was always so rigid in his pragmatism that Lynn had never had the courage to tell him. He wouldn’t have believed her, anyway. And if he had, it would have just driven him crazy. Thankfully their relationship had ended before that conversation ever came up.

“Wasn’t that the issue?” John responded with a bitter laugh. “That I don’t get involved enough in these little — domestic tribulations?”

He was so fucking condescending! “Why start now?” Lynn hung up before she could blow up, then slammed her phone so hard against her desk that she nearly cracked the screen. God, this day was just getting better and better.

Lynn mumbled some obscenities as she pushed her salad aside.

Lunch would be a strong drink

-

The eating binges seemed to be the most prevalent at nighttime. Presumably Hina was capitalizing on the secrecy that night offered.

Lynn was curled on the couch with a blanket while watching a rom-com, the sensation of her belly filling pulling her steadily out of her doze.

As she groggily gazed at the TV, she tried not to think about what Hina was up to right now, because it would just make Lynn angrier. Instead Lynn tried to focus on the movie as she fidgeted, and the discomfort steadily grew over the passing minutes, until it was almost unbearable, and she was rubbing circles on her belly as she tried to breathe through it.

“Ohhh…” Lynn groaned, hands cupping her tight belly as it ached. She swung her legs down from the couch, arching her back as heat flooded her face, her insides stinging. “Mmmmghh….” she hummed, trying to endure the stain, but it was just — “Ahhhhhh…fuhhh…” It was too much. She couldn’t —

Lynn dropped back across the couch, legs fumbling as tears stung the corners of her eyes. God, it hurt! It was too much. She felt like her stomach might rupture. “Errghhhh!” She could feel her stomach pushing out, her fingers drawing her t-shirt up as she panted and gazed down at the swollen bump. It was heaving with her heavy breathing, so tight and full that she looked like she could have been five months pregnant. “Ngghhhh!” It shuddered, shoving out more, getting rounder and fuller a she squirmed in pain. She yelped as her belly button suddenly popped outward, a hysterical little laugh coming up her throat at how surreal this was. It was absolutely insane. How could someone fill themselves with food to the point of visibly swelling.

She doesn’t feel it, Lynn reminded herself, and that was Lynn’s fault. She had truly distorted Hina’s understanding of intake and fullness. How was Hina even supposed to know that she was eating too much?

“Onnghh…god…” Lynn moaned, as the episode finally started to settle down. She was left sprawled there, panting, and cradling the tight bump.

She didn’t know what to do. She was out of options. She was a failure as a witch and a failure as a mother.

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