Fat Animated Women X Male Reader

The Candy Store pt. 3. (Magica de Spell)

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Magica de Spell x Reader 

Art by Stickfawls

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The gingerbread looking cuoco clock chimed loudly in my store. I looked up from my sweeping to see that it was 8 o'clock, closing time.

I finished up my sweeping before I walked over to the front to lock up. Afterward I went around my shore to pick up some sweets that getting too old to sell and put it in a large garbage bag, no one want to buy old candy.

After a half hour of clearing up the candy I hauled my bag of candy to a wooden staircase that went to a second floor which I live on. Slowly stepping up the stairs hauling my large load of candy, the sound of a TV could be heard could be hear from above. 

Arriving at the top step I opened my door that led into a large well kept living room. It was a simple room with 1920's green wallpaper with antique furniture dotting around. Just like the store below, the smell of candy filled the air if not less strong as of downstairs. 

"I'm home," I called out, closing the door behind me. 

"Finally, I'm starving," cried out a woman from an adjacent room.

Throwing my large bag of candy over my shoulder I turn to my left into my living room.

Entering the light brown antique looking room I gently place the bag next to a small table next to a large brown leather couch. Immediately a white plump hand plunged into the bag, grabbing a large handful of sweets.

Attached to the fat hand was a couch breaking obese blob of a duck. She must have weighed at least half a ton and nearly covered my large three seater couch.

This enormous white woman, calling herself Magica de Spell (sounded like a stage performer), broke into my store over a year ago and devoured nearly everything in my store. She was so stuffed with a boiling ball size belly that she could barely move. I wanted to call the cops but she was in such a pathetic state that I took pity on her. I took her into my home, housing her and fed her. 

It was difficult in the beginning as she was very egotistical and loathsome, always complaining and arguing with me. But every time I gave her candy she would mellow out and become more pleasant to be around. And as time went our relationship grew alongside with her waistline. 

Now she was a blob of her former self. Her biggest and most prominent part of her was her mattress size belly. It laid heavy on the wooden floor as it spread outward by a couple of feet from her body.

Next was her two bean bags chairs she calls a butt. It covered two and a half of the three seats on the couch, leaving little space for myself. In fact she didn't need the couch to sit comfortably as her large rump was significant enough for her to sit comfortably but she hadn't left the couch ever since she reached 800 pounds. 

Her large feathery breast were the pillows to her mattress belly. They were large and soft and still retain some perkiness despite they was the size of literal pillows.

On top of it all was her plump duck face. Her round cheeks and her double chin jiggled with every handful of candy she crammed into her mouth. The only thing about her that hasn't changed was her shoulder length black hair with the purple strip.

I left her with the bag of candy to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. When she finally spoke again it has been a half hour of stuffing herself like a turkey with candy. 

"Um… BURRP, how was your… um, day," she stuttered nervously, clearly not used to making small talk.

"Great, made some great sales!" I said happily while I chopped up some carrots. 

"Good, good," she sounded not that genuinely interested. "Um, hey, um Y/N, I heard some "commotion" downstairs today, what was that about." It sounded like she was commanding me instead of asking me.

"Just some regulars, one invited me to a party this weekend," I said nonchalantly. 

She grumbled, grabbing an angry fistful of candy and crammed it down her throat.

"You know how I feel about you leaving on the weekends," she said in her most sympathetic tone that she could muster with a touch of venom that eluded to her true feelings.

"It won't be long, I'll make sure your well fed." I took a sip of my soup, needed more salt.

She cursed under her breath slaming her fist on the couch arm making her body giggled. 

Despite her harsh personality she had abandonment issues and sometimes I loved to tease her.

Things became quite while I finished the soup. I know she wasn't going to give up about this weekend and I knew she was scheming something. 

Removeing the pot from the stove I carefully carried it to the table in front of the couch. Using a ladle, I pour a good helping of soup into her bowl and handed it to her. With great speed she down the boiling hot soup before giving me the bowl back for seconds. She always loved my cooking.

As she began to slow down her consumption of my soup I was able to pour a bowl for myself and went to sit in the only available place for me to sit. I squeezed in between the couch arm and her soft feathery hips. She moaned quietly as I pushed myself down onto the couch. 

After watching some shows It soon became time for bed and I slowly popped out of the growing tight space that was the remaining of my couch. But before I could fully leave Magica grabbed my wrist tightly. 

I turn to her to see that her face was blushing as her piercing yellow eyes looked into mine. 

"Y/N, urp, can you sleep with me tonight?" It was something inbetween a commanded and a plea with a low growl added to the end.

I was surprised. Most of the time she acted like she didn't want me around despite her poor efforts in showing it. When I was around her she would complain about me helping her while whine about whenever I leave.

"Okay," looking around her to see where I could sleep.

She then patted her the top of her belly, making it quake, "there's plenty of room on here." She tried so hard to sound confident. 

I gave her a nervous smile before I gently climbed onto her enlarged stomach. It was surprisingly warm as it felt like I was climbing on a large white fluffy cloud. I then turned around onto my back and laid my head in between her breasts. They really did feel like a pillow stuffed with feathers. She grabbed a large blanket and covered us with it. She then wrapped her soft feathery arms around me, keeping me in place.

Today was a good day.