Candy Copying Craze (Patreon)

Contains: Stuffing, marble(?) tum, belly bed, some hourglass wg

Out of everything Jelene had expected to find at a black market hosted by an underground coven, magical candy was not one of them.

The tired woman locked her door behind her after making it home from a long day of illegal shopping and went to her kitchen to sort through her illicit goods. She took care with spreading them out since many of them were breakable and would have… unfortunate consequences when destroyed. Let’s see… a snow globe that would make it snow in a small and very much real nordic town when shaken… a radio that could skip songs by hexing the station itself… a push-up bra that made it easier to do push-ups…

There were all kinds of neat but ultimately useless things that Jelene had picked up. It was the nicest black market she’d ever been to, honestly. The coven that ran it apparently wasn’t doing the whole ‘illegal marketplace’ thing cause they were criminals or anything; they just didn’t have a business license and couldn’t be arsed to file the paperwork. Also, some of their products were still very much illegal - just in comical ways instead of heinous ones.

Still, out of everything Jelene had bought on impulse, the thing she was most excited about was the candy. She’d paid ten bucks for one little cherry-flavored hard candy the size of a marble. It wasn’t even in a nice bag or anything. It was just in a sandwich bag with a folded-up note taped to it. So why had Jelene bought it for the price of roughly five full-sized candy bars? It was because…

This little thing was endless! Jelene flipped open the note and gave it a quick scan:

Thanks for the buy, customer!

This little beauty is the result of almost two dozen minutes of research! My hard work really paid off this time, though - it made a candy capable of nigh-infinite self-replicating! Well, maybe not ‘nigh-infinite’, but at the very least, I managed to fill seven whole buckets with them before I got bored. How it works is that after the outer sugar coating is totally dissolved, a small layer of runes will activate to use the sugar material scouting your mouth as a base to create a whole new candy, complete with a new set of runes! It’s an endless taste sensation! Oh, but I do have to warn you; whatever you do, do NOT--------

Huh. The last few lines of the note were all smudged and illegible. Looks like water damage or something. How inconvenient and specific it was that only the warning was totally illegible. Still, at least Jelene wasn’t an idiot. The warning was almost certainly that she shouldn’t swallow the candy. Even if it keeps replicating after she swallows it, it’s not like she could get it out again to keep eating it, right? Or, well, maybe she could, in a couple of different ways, but… eugh.

Pushing that thought out of her mind, Jelene popped open the baggy and, without hesitation, poured the candy directly into her mouth. Hmm… it was good. Nothing spectacular, but it was tasty at least. Jelene wouldn’t be upset if she bought a box of candies and they tasted like this. Yeah, she could vibe with this. Ok, now, the rest of her new stuff…

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It was a few days after Jelene had made her black market trip. The candy had pretty much only left her mouth to eat other foods and to sleep. Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t keep it in that much more from now on. As much as she loved cherry, all the sugar was starting to have an effect on her. Her panties had been a little hard to pull up today and her bra felt a little snug. It was hard to believe that oe little candy was causing her to bloat, but then again… it wasn’t just one little candy anymore. Speaking of which…

Jelene leaned over the side of her couch and spit out an old candy into a small trash can that was half-full with similarly faded sugar balls. Once every hour or so, the ball would replicate with a little tingle inside of Jelene’s mouth and she’d suddenly have two clacking around against her teeth. At first, she’d been swallowing the used-up candies to get rid of them, but she got a little paranoid about accidentally swallowing the new one too, so she just started psitting them out. It was for the best anyways; if just the sugar coating from all these candies was making her bloat up, then digesting all those candies wouldn’t have been great-

Oh, shit! Jelene had gotten complacent in her candy-eating ways! When she’d flopped back onto her back, the candy had rolled back into her throat! She was choking! Help! SHe couldn’t breath! Her life had been too short! If only she hadn’t fallen victim to her hubris and sucked several dozen hard candies free of their coatings! Oh, the humanity-

Whew, crisis averted! She managed to swallow the damn thing. She could breathe! Sweet, sweet air! How could one ever forget what’s truly delicious - the fresh, life-giving air all around us all?

Wait, back to shit. That was Jelene’s ten-dollar magic candy she’d just swallowed. That she’d bought from a black market operated by a roving coven, which was now in the next state over. In other words, her once-in-a-lifetime infinite candy.

…Maybe she should’ve just choked instead.

Ah, well. Them’s the breaks. This could be for the best anyway. Jelene got up and stretched, grimacing a little at how tight her bra felt. She knew for a fact that there was zero chance she was gonna stop sucking on that damn candy no matter how chunky she got. She was just lucky that she always seemed to gain weight in her curves before her handles. Not that she’d ever tested how much she could gain before that stopped being the case, but up to ten pounds? She was safe.

Jelene had always been the slim, pretty girl that made other pretty girls look good, if that made any sense? Like, she was a solid A in average groups, but with other pretty girls, she was more like a B-minus. Her figure was great though, which was what gave her such boundless self-confidence despite having only a moderately pretty face. Grabbable hips, a perky chest, and being six-two in heels made all the bad boys and good girls go a-woo-ga at the football games back in college. Of course, with the extra fluff she had now, her hips were more than just grabbable and her chest was a bit more than just perky, but her clothes still fit, so there was no problem!

(Author’s note: Right, so I know I’m doing a stuffing fic and that I don’t do weight gain, but I will say that… this right here? This would be the perfect spot to make a separate timeline of the fic where, instead of what’s about to happen, it goes a lot slower and digestion happens and it’s huge wg instead. I’m not gonna do it cause I personally don’t like large amounts of wg, but I’m just saying… I make some dope wg plots by accident sometimes.)

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Ok, maybe there was a slight problem. Not with her weight though, luckily enough - though after she got through this, she’d probably have more than just a few pounds to lose.

Jelene groaned and rubbed her stomach, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. It had been unusual when she hadn’t gotten hungry at lunchtime. It’d been weird when she’d started feeling full despite only having a granola bar. It’d been downright strange when she’s started burping up cherry. Then, finally, the stomach ache had started and while looking for Tums in her medicine cabinet, Jelene had noticed… this.

Her stomach was bloated to all hell. It was totally round, sticking several inches out from her slender frame. It was muffining over the top of her skirt, looking tight and tense. Jelene let out a low, sickly belch as she rubbed the side of her belly, holding up her cute picture tee so that she could examine the bloated organ.

Jelene might be a little dense sometimes, but even she knew what was going on here. She’d underestimated the warning. She wasn’t supposed to swallow the candy for more reasons than just ‘that’s a waste’. It’s because even after it’s swallowed, it’ll just keep multiplying, over and over and over…

In fact, this was far too fast for it to be normal. She’d been making copies at one an hour before, but it had only been about three hours since Jelene had swallowed her candy and she was already packed to the gills! Was it her stomach acid? Oh lord, it was, wasn’t it? Either it was stripping the coating faster than her spit had or… or… something! Ah, who knows? All that mattered was that she was the size of a whale! Just look at her!

God, she felt so heavy and bloated! Just look at this fat gut! Jelene gave it a little shake and grimaced as it jiggled against her skirt. She could even hear it! She gave it another little shake. Hundreds of little clacks sounded out as the candies mixed together inside her gut. Just how much sugar was in there? Oooh, she was gonna get so fat after all this…

Still, this couldn’t last forever. Either that enchantment would wear off or she would pass the candy before it could replicate again or it wouldn’t have room to copy itself or something. There was an ending to all this. Jelene just had to stay strong and wait it out.

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Waiting wasn’t working waiting was not working-

“HRK!” A harsh, shallow belch brought the taste of cherries to Jelene’s mouth. She’d been burping up cherry for almost two days now and she was SO sick of it. If she never tasted cherry again, it’d be too soon. Oh fuck, her poor belly…

Contrary to her hypothesis, there had been no ending thus far. The copy candy must be continuously moving up in the giant horde of candies inside of her body, keeping itself away from her stomach’s exit valve. Not that that really mattered - Jelene had been stopped up the whole time. Her body must be having some trouble processing the massive haul of solid candies. Were they even digesting at all? It didn’t feel like it. They all still felt so hard and solid…

Forty hours of candy replicating inside of Jelene’s belly had stretched her svelte middle into a quivering, distended ball. It stood out nearly a foot from her chest, which was so far that she was having trouble reaching her belly button anymore. That only mattered because Jelene was worried about how shallow her innie had been getting as the hours passed. The flatter that dip got, the closer she was getting to popping. Not that she didn’t already feel like popping. Oh fuck, did Jelene feel like she could pop at any second.

The heavily bloated woman lay on her bed, moaning and cradling her poor, poor tummy. It was like she was hugging a stone - a stone that wobbled and clacked and made angry noises. Her skin wasn’t even smooth anymore - it was lumpy. Lumpy! She was stuffed full of so many hard candies that her belly felt lumpy to the touch! She looked it too, which wasn’t great since all her tops had long since stopped being able to cover her whole gut. She was used to showing off her sexy belly, not hiding it!

It was getting to the point that Jelene was considering calling the hospital, but what was she supposed to say? ‘Hey, I swallowed some illegal magic candy and now I’m gonna pop; send help’? She would die of embarrassment, not to mention, uh, all the legal trouble from having and using an illicit magical item. She’d have a criminal record! ‘Cause of her stomach almost exploding from too much candy! How degrading would that be?

Ah, but then again, if she didn’t call, it wasn’t going to be almost exploding, now was it? Maybe the humiliation was worth it… in an hour. In an hour, if she hadn’t stopped swelling, then she was definitely, definitely going to call an ambulance. DEFINITELY!

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Jelene wasn’t sure how much more time had passed. She couldn’t see a clock anymore and her phone was out of reach. Some time ago, after another hour had passed and she hadn’t stopped swelling, the overfilled woman had tried to get up to call a taxi to take her to the ER (despite her wallet’s sobbing at the prospect). Then a problem arose; she was too heavy.

It was ridiculous, right? One little piece of hard cardy was only a few grams, but when there are hundreds, maybe even thousands crammed into one tight space… all those grams start to build up. Jelene hadn’t noticed just how heavy her belly had been getting since she’d been lying down in bed, but once she’d tried to roll out of bed, the weight had taken her by surprise and she’d flopped straight onto the floor. After a lot of pained moaning and belching and soothing her poor disturbed belly, Jelene had tried to stand up…

…And barely managed to succeed. She could make it up onto her feet, sure, but her legs were wobbling and trembling from all the extra weight she was having to hold up. It didn’t help that all she’d digested in the last who knows how long was sugar, so her muscles were probably screaming for protein to help them function at all, but even still!

Walking was absolute torture with her gut that big. Her poor belly sagged, pulling at her skin and spine. She felt like she’d strapped a hubcap to her torso as she waddled her way out of her bedroom. About halfway to the living room, where she’d forgotten her phone, Jelene’s legs just flat-out gave out. She sank to her knees and let her belly rest on the floor. Admittedly, she’d sat there on her hallway floor for a liiiiittle too long, letting her back and legs recover. Then, when she went to stand up again, she just… couldn’t.

Jelene tried for a good few minutes, huffing and grunting and making all kinds of obscene noises, but her body just refused to cooperate. Her legs felt like jello, her back hurt just from sitting upright, and it got hard to breathe as her sagging gut pulled on her chest. By the end of it, Jelene was out of breath and her head was spinning. She let out a giant belch, undoubtedly one that got dislodged by her latest attempt to stand, and just sank back down onto her butt. Was it just her, or did the floor feel more padded than before? Jesus H. fuck, she was gonna be so huge after all this…

In a lapse of common sense, Jelene had then tried crawling to get her phone. To her dismay, her belly had become round enough that, when she was on all fours, the apex of it actually pressed into the carpet below. When she moved, her gut dragged along the mid-quality flooring, sending ripples of tension across her tight skin. She’d debated crawling anyways, but… if there was a single staple, thumbtack, loose nail, or even a stale chip shard on her floor anywhere and her belly caught on it… she shuddered. Jelene liked to think she kept a clean house, but she wasn’t confident enough to risk popping herself.

That brought Jelene to the present; a woman cradling her ever-engorging gut in a semi-delirious haze of permanent sugar rush. She’d found during her crawling attempts that her belly was firm enough that, on all fours, she could rest on top of it. It had made her uneasy at first, but she felt nauseous on her side and like she was getting crushed while on her back. Resting on her belly, while increasing the pressure, actually felt… kinda nice. It was like resting on a yoga ball except more solid and more painful. It also wasn’t quite as big, but it had grown enough since the crawling escapades that her knees couldn’t reach the ground anymore, so she was getting there. She really, really didn’t want to find out if she could actually get that big, though…

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It had stopped. Jelene didn’t know when she’d managed to pass the candy or whatever had happened, but finally - FINALLY - it had stopped!

The only reason why Jelene knew this was because, after what felt like days (it probably wasn’t since she was just parched, not hallucinating from lack of water, but whatever), she could finally reach the floor with her hands again. That was right; her hands.

At her very biggest, Jelene had almost lost contact with the floor with every part of her body other than her belly. She’d been stuck lying on top of the ever-growing organ, feeling the carpet slowly slip out of her grasp. The only bit of her that could still reach the floor were her toes, though she had to straddle her overblown gut to do so. Otherwise, her legs would just dangle in the air, a pair of useless twigs attached to a ball of a belly.

The stuffed stomach underneath Jelene, unable to swell into a sphere while sandwiched between the floor and Jelene’s weight, had started to grow in every other direction more than just outward. It was oblong and ahrd as a rock, though it was still oddly comfortable to rest her head on. The lower parts of her belly felt lumpy, but the upper parts were completely smooth and a little wobbly (as wobbly as it could be while bloated the the max, anyways).

Jelene guessed that, as the candy had finally progressed downwards out of her belly, all of the candies up top had finally started to melt down into a thick cherry slurry. In time, her whole belly would be smooth like this. Then she might even be able to lay on her side, then maybe - just maybe - she’d be able to stand up again. Imagine that! Standing! What a concept!

The exhausted woman hiccupped. She couldn’t even taste the cherry odor coming from the depths of her cavernous gut anymore. It was like how you can’t taste your own breath, probably. With the constant belching and hiccuping born from her churning stomach, Jelene had probably filled her whole apartment with the stench of cherry by now. Pretty gross, now that she was thinking about it. Eugh.

Still, at least it was almost over. Jelene yawned. Her eyelids started to droop. She’d been awake this whole time, fueled by sugar, pain, and the fear of popping from her belly finally giving in. Her body must be used to the permanent sugar in her veins by now since, with the fear of bursting gone and the tension in her belly receding (still very much there, but ever so slowly receding) she was crashing hard. Hopefully by the time she woke up… she’d be… flat on the floor… no belly to be found… snrrrrk…

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Ok, good joke life. Haha. Real funny.

Jelene grimaced as she looked in her bathroom mirror. To say that she was curvy was an understatement. She’d had curves before. Now she was thicc. Like, bowl of oatmeal thicc.

Her rack overflowed her cut-off top, which had been loose on her when she’d worn it the day she went to that black market. She could barely breathe from how much her bra was constricting those mammoths.

Oh, and her ass? Pillows. Plush and puffy pillows. She’d split the first pair of jeans she’d forced herself into post-candy-coma. She’d had to resort to her leggings, which seemed fit to split as well. The black material really didn’t leave much to the imagination either. Her hips wobbled, her thighs jiggled, and her fingers sank in deep whenever she grabbed either.

The reason why Jelene was calling this a joke from life was that, seemingly, only a few pounds had found their way to her waist. Her toned middle had a bit of extra padding; that was it. She was the literal definition of an hourglass. Hell, Jelene should be thrilled. The only reason she wasn’t was because everyone was going to think she got work done to suddenly get a bod like this. How was she supposed to explain that she’d swallowed an eldritch candy, she’d digested likely hundreds of pounds of sugar, and all the fat had gone straight to ye ol’ t-and-a? She couldn’t. Well, apart from telling them to grope her to feel that it was fat and not plastic.

Huh… actually, that was a kinda good pick-up line, honestly. She had a few hot friends she could use that on. Maybe this wasn’t all bad after all…

*RRR-RRRIIIIIIP*

Never mind. Jelene’s expression soured as the sad, lifeless shell of her bra fell out of her crop-top. Her boobs wobbled underneath the barely-sufficient top, as if doing a celebratory dance in honor of their hard-won freedom. Yeah, right. Jelene would also need to buy a bunch of new clothes to cover all of… this. New bras, new tops, new bottoms, new dresses, new panties… ah, fuck.

So much for that ten-dollar candy being a money-saver. At this rate, Jelene might use up all her savings just so she could go shopping without flashing the whole city. What a rip-off…

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I'm not the happiest with how this fic turned out, but you know what - sub-par content is better than no content, right?

Self-deprecation aside, I think this was a fantastic concept - I just think I would've worked a lot better for straight-up wg than for stuffing. Now, if the candy replication was either faster or exponential, then this would've been great for stuffing. Eh, hindsight's 20/20. Maybe enxt time~.