az/flower tummybrewin/stuffing/bloating/burping/idkwhattotag

flower: actually the torture tube was inspo for a little sidetrack scenario i thought up where a witch mixes all her potions in someone's stomach
azure: oooh
flower: cute swamp witch bewitches some silly girl to follow her to her hut in the woods, where she basically uses her as a cauldron and pours/stuffs ingredients down her throat to make a big batch of potion
flower: collects it from her sweat or something
flower: but shes gotta let her sit and digest for a few days so she just keeps her in a corner of her hut, shaking and rubbing her belly and occasionally adding new stuff in
azure: just stuffing her full of weird tasting stuff and feeling her belly slowly grow and swell and listening to the bubbling and sloshing and gurgling as it all ferments and mixes inside
flower: she's all bewitched so she can't do anything to stop her but that doesnt mean shes not aware of whats going on
azure: plus all the individual ingredients are messing with her
azure: making her feel warm and a little dazed and snackish and sometimes chilly and occasionally making her burpy and shifty

flower: wakes up one morning with colored steam pouring out of her mouth
flower: its just happening
flower: its all dreamlike to her but she still can like
flower: ask questions
flower: the witch talks to her when shes bored sometimes and doesnt wanna deal with her bitchy familiar
flower: her job is to just be lethargic and stuffed and bloated on a chair in the witch's corner
flower: sometimes the witch stands her up and makes her walk around a little
azure: the smoke and sutff never hurts but it tastes and feels so weird and its like she really has to burp but cant get it out
flower: smoke burbling out her mouth and nose she's just constantly burping it up

flower: so the witch stands her up and takes her on a walk and has her hand on her belly the whole time feeling it bubble and gurgle
flower: sometimes her belly is really uncomfortably warm sometimes its cold
azure: the witch keeps telling her to hold it in for the best quality
azure: but every now and then she just sighs and gives up and starts pushing and squeezing on her belt-burstingly swollen tummy and sinking her palm into that huge heavy swell
azure: until the poor magical blimp of a girl lets out a long steamy blueish-purple belch and an embarassed yet sleepily relieved whine
azure: but only a little because she needs to get the best potion

flower: maybe the witch needs to stretch out her future cauldrons a little, and make sure theyve got some padding on them
flower: so she magicks up a bunch of food that'll be extra extra filling and put her in that nice dreamy state
flower: and just gets her to stuff herself with that for a week or so
azure: some potions need to be kept warmer or just work better with chub so some girls she hires/kidnaps she has to put on a strict diet regiment of appetite supplements and gaining potions
azure: big long caloric bloatings to get them as big as they can be before she starts brewing
azure: sometimes they take to it so well she just keeps fattening them up and stuffing them as much as she can and rubbing magical creams all over their huge taut swelling tummies until they're huge enough to hold double batches of potion and uses them for her most premium brews
flower: some real big swollen sloshy bellies
flower: she's gotta make big batches

azure: they plump up all over but she keeps them nice and taut and bloated to keep pushing their limits
flower: yeah feeding them the potions and having it kind of soak in and digest into their bodies makes it a slow process but one she can keep doing over and over again
flower: she can just constantly collect from them basically
flower: keeps her hut really hot so they're all sweaty and warm
flower: like a sauna
flower: and they sweat out the potion and the witch bottles it
flower: takes her cauldrons on walks so they dont overheat and they can still like be alive and functional
flower: and gives them breaks from time to time
azure: maybe its like condensation so as it brews and ferments it bubbles up with gas and ends up making them super bloaty and burpy
azure: and once its done she can collect it off of them via long drawn out belly rubs that squeeze out all that pent up bloatiness in relieving burps as she wipes and massages it from their tummy

azure: sometimes the smoke is valuable but a lot of the time its just byproduct to blimp them up even more and be hiccurped and burped away
flower: yeah i bet potion burps would have some weird effects
flower: she collects the burps and saves them for future use
azure: maybe its like
azure: the actual smoke is a lot of what causes the drowsiness/dreaminess so having multiple chubs together makes them overall more dozey from all the burpiness
flower: yee
flower: theres her potion room where she keeps all the girls
azure: its half club half bedroom half vape chamber
flower: and it's always hot and theyre perpetually burping up that dazey smoke and it all just collects
azure: big cushy comfy couches and beds for them to lie in and digest, always surrounded by magical snacks

flower: theyve got big bowls of weird magic fruits that make them bloat up with the dream smoke and it usually doesnt interact with the potions
flower: some of the girls are just filled with those
azure: the low key/less important potion girls get fed as much fruit as possible to keep the others all dreamy from their constant burpiness
flower: they're not quite fruits and they're not quite sweets they're something funny (and she collects them from a dryad she captured and keeps fed and full and fat so she keeps producing shitloads of fruit)
azure: strange juicy sugary things that dribble and slosh about in their brewing tummies
flower: so the girls are just locked in this big steamy hazy room and bloated to bursting with potion ingredients but still munching on these strange fattening jelly things
flower: and like it doesnt take long at all after stuffing a handful of fruits into their mouths for their bellies to visibly balloon up and expand and tauten with that weird dreamy smoke

flower: one of the fruits is about the size of a large grape but pops to release enough smoke to make the average girl a little round and bloated
flower: one of the girls starts munching on them just idly
flower: and she's still popping them into her mouth two or three at a time when the first ones she swallowed start releasing that smoke and filling her belly with it
azure: some of them are already so swollen with that strange seeping gas that what should be a huge aching straining bellyache is just a dull round swell that feels warm and tingly
azure: definitely pressurized and super relieving when they can work out a good long burp but never outright painful unless they go too long without burping
azure: and they can just keeps eating more and more fruit and visibly swelling up with warm gurgling bloating gas and deflating a little with every belch
flower: theres a good way to get them stretched out and docile and ready for potions

flower: the new girls just get fed those for a while to get their tummies ready to hold big quantities of liquid
flower: the smoke dulls the ache in their too-full stomachs, makes them care less about what's going on, move around less and makes them just kinda snackish all the time
azure: starting off with one just to let them feel themselves growing into a little round curvy potbelly, then more in between proper meals and appetite/weight potions
azure: slowly coaxing them into getting more and more used to the constant cycle of eating, bloating, burping and eating more
azure: bodies plumping up and bellies reaching bigger and bigger max sizes until they're ready to be filled up with ingredients and go from airy pudgy balloon bellies to huge heavy potion and smoke filled guts that rest on their laps and faintly groan and gurgle with every motion and feel so warm and nice and smooth under their hands

flower: what happens if u kiss someone and burp in their mouth
azure: maybe its like
flower: extra potent
azure: air makes the smoke change a little in color and effect but if you burp right into someones mouths they get both super dense smoke and a little of the effects of the potions
azure: so a girl filled up to the brim with appetite potion and not-fruit and smoke burpkisses another and the other girl bloats up a little from smoke and gets hit with the munchy dreamy hungriness
flower: the witch tries not to do it that much but sometimes she likes to just pick a girl and really pin em down on the couch and feed them those fruits until theyre really bursting at the seams
azure: and then she leans heavily on her belly and kisses her to force all that smoke out and into her lungs (and down her throat) and get a buzz off the potion in her tummy too
flower: taking a rly big hit off one of her cauldrons

azure: just slowly crawling atop and against that huge warm tummy, her own flat/slightly pudgy belly against the massively swollen rounded-out tangibly sloshy cauldron belly beneath her as she leans in to kiss her
azure: feeling that big potion filled tummy shrink just a little as the girl moans a bit into her lips and lets out a long throaty muffled burp that has the witch's own belly swelling out just enough to be noticable and fills her with the feeling of the potion hotly brewing away
flower: then she just vegs out with the dryad and watches the fireflies around her hut-factory-thing dance

flower: the dryad's just like literally planted outside her hut
flower: and gets fed bucketfuls of water mixed with some arcane magic fertilizer at a time, just gets it all poured down her throat
flower: the faint sound of wood creaking as her stomach swells and expands with all the liquid inside
flower: and her hair shoots off into a giant treetop of branches that grow heavier with all the fruit weighing them down
flower: and the witch just picks the fruit when she's all ripe and overloaded
azure: she builds a little tent/gazebo/greenhouse around the dryad with fancy silk curtains and glittery decor and a spooky crystal ball
zure: sometimes she'll pick out one of her girls and waddle them inside to have a little personal sleepout
zure: lying against and draped over her cauldron girl and with the dryad and just snacking and rubbing over that hot glistening smooth belly and pushing down to coax her into belching and kissing her lots to keep the high going
azure: or maybe without the dryad i forget how big they usually are
flower: im picturing this one as just like
flower: a normal sized chubby girl and then her hair is huge branches
azure: ooh good
flower: like branches 10 or 15 feet out from her body

flower: a chubby girl with skin of pale soft sapling bark maybe
azure: fertilizing her is like feeding her super heavy rich thick soup
flower: just pouring it down her throat by the bucket and letting her bloat and swell and bulge from that
azure: maybe most of her skin is bark and it kind of firms up over time but the witch feeds her so much so often her belly just splits it apart and so she has this huge tender round tummy resting on wide sturdy hips
flower: it's ok if she spills some
flower: omg
flower: if she spills some it'll just drip into her roots
azure: she cannot confirm or deny that spilling it on the roots make it go to her butt more

flower: thick thighs terminating in woody roots that dig into the ground
flower: and wood arms that are like perpetually resting on her belly, when she moves them they creak like branches in the wind
flower: maybe she's sitting
azure: she was planted above a little seat/pot and it was fine at first but the witch keeps overfeeding her and now you can barely tell because her butt and hips are so huge and wide they're eclipsing the seat
azure: maybe its normal for them to outgrow the little pots/enclosures they like being planted in but she just utterly destroyed it
flower: shes got something to sit on, its unclear what, but she can also stand up

flower: got those wide hips and round butt thats woody but still smooth
azure: woody and smooth and definitely firmer than actual flesh but she grows so much and shes so thick that its like soft squishwood under a layer of bark that doesnt quite cover her all up
flower: and that belly that splits out of its bark every feeding to just be soft green plant fiber holding back this huge reservoir of thick, heavy, warm fertilizer
flower: it kind of hurts when her bark splits but it feels really nice afterwards
azure: it grows top down so in the front shes got a chestplate like bark thing going on that pushes open to expose a bit of cleavage as she swells and balloons out
azure: and in back she got a shelf of bark butt with a tender supple underbutt
flower: she's getting fatter so the bark's starting to split on her hips and sides and the witch helps her out by blowing her up with some of that fertilizer and splitting it more so she can just peel it off

azure: mixes the fertilizer with some of her potion girls' weight supplement
azure: she cant just fill her with gain shakes she has to find plant growth stuff to supplement it
flower: the dryad pats her swollen belly sleepily in between heavy buckets of plumping fertilizer and looks gratefully at the witch
flower: dryads aren't bothered by staying in one place for like years
flower: they're trees they like it
flower: the soil around the witch's hut is super rich and wet and she gets tons of sun
flower: so even without feedings she's gaining weight
azure: her legs are outgrowing their bark again and shes a few good feedings away from being able to peel it off and grow a new layer over those big thunder thighs
azure: but until they do theres enough firmer bark on her front to lift and cradle her belly on her solid legs when shes engorged like a big sloshy thick water balloon full of soup

flower: and when she doesn't get split open she feels really tight and squished into her skin and really needs to break out of it
azure: its like popping a button, one minute shes uncomfortably crammed into her skin and the next theres a woody snap and her belly and thighs push outwards and its so good
flower: so when the witch comes back from a business trip or vacation or something she takes like a hand shovel and cracks the hard bark open over her bust and down the sides of her legs and it just splits with a crack and she bulges out
flower: and lets out a long, gusty sigh of relief
azure: the witch manually breaks open her chest bark and leg bark but she only puts a few splits into her belly bark and lets her long bucket feedings bust that part open
flower: looks like she's wearing like a jessica rabbit dress 5 sizes too small
flower: all corseted in the middle but bulging up out of the neckline and thighs something fierce

flower: the dryad is mad cool with getting fat
azure: even by the witches standards her exposed overfilled tummy is just so so soft and sloshy and tender
azure: all of her is so soft and tender once shes freed
flower: the witch does put some weird shit in her fertilizer to make her produce those fruits
flower: but it tastes good and makes her feel good

flower: the witch just has to make sure she keeps up the harvest otherwise her branches get too heavy for her head
flower: the dryad is pretty self-regulating
flower: any excess weight she puts on just becomes extra fruit
flower: so the witch makes sure she keeps piling on tons of excess weight
flower: too much for her to keep up with
flower: produces a lot of fruit and keeps her nice and plump and happy
azure: the perfect alchemical mixture of fertilizer and water and magical ingredients
azure: fed to her by the bucketful as she chugs and chugs and chugs and feels it dribble down her little double chin and over her steadily growing middle
azure: with just enough of that addictiveness to make her love the feeling of guzzling until she can barely get any more down
flower: down in between her breasts and over her swelling belly (a lot of it soaking into the exposed green fiber and bloating her up anyway

azure: the witch holding the mostly-empty bucket with one hand to keep feeding her and using the other to rub the spilled fluid into her belly, pushing and rubbing and kneading it in like lotion to feel how big she is and encourage her to keep growing
azure: its messy but thats gardening
flower: peeling the bark away from her with little gasps and groans from the dryad
flower: like pulling off a bandaid kind of
flower: hurts to get done but after it feels so nice and fresh and sensitive
azure: rewarding her with handfuls of the concotion to rub over every little newly-exposed curve
flower: and then she grows a new coating of soft bark over the week and it keeps hardening if it goes unchecked
azure: big thigh massages and bust rubs and tummy kneading
azure: stuffing then lotioning for maximum growth

flower: the witch takes good care of her pet dryad
flower: trims her branches once or twice a year
flower: coaxes her into uprooting and waddling over to a different spot to suck up more nutrients and sunlight so the witch can replenish the spot she was already in
flower: making sure her foliage is tidy and doesn't get tangled or overgrown and keeps her branches plucked
azure: the yearly moving is always a big thing because the witch gets to watch her butt wobble and see just how much heavier shes gotten
azure: entire figure swaying

flower: in the winter she loses weight, it just happens
flower: the witch tries to prevent it
flower: but it's a fact of nature
flower: spring and summer though, the witch relishes in plumping her back up and over her original weight
azure: thanksgiving is a big dryad thing because the witch does everything she can to push her dryads weight as much as she can before the frost sets in
flower: puts up blankets and tentcloth in her branches so she doesn't get snowed on
azure: keeps her as warm as possible and all cute and bundly
flower: lets her meet her cauldron girls out on their walks

flower: the dryad thinks its so cute how they just kinda wander about and look around like they're in a dream
flower: and are slow to reply and easily distracted and how their bellies bulge and gurgle audibly as they move about
flower: sometimes they pick fruits right from her branches and the dryad gets to see them inflate with the handfuls they gulp down before they realize they should stop eating
azure: calls them over so she can lean down and feel their own human tummies compared to her own and get a taste of the odd fog they're always burping up, even if it doesnt affect her nearly as much
flower: this is a really good scenario
azure: it is~

flower: omg
flower: the cauldron girls in the winter
flower: they're so used to being hot and sweaty now
flower: but the witch bundles them up as best she can and takes them on walks
flower: and their bellies inevitably end up poking out of their winter clothes
flower: the girls are always like lowkey groaning from being so full but its just unconscious
flower: just with every breath a little oversatiated moan
azure: the winter chill on their smooth sweaty rounded bellies chills them but even then they're always so bloated up with roiling alchemical processes that they're steamy hot to the touch, especially as they plump up even more in the winter months and have to carry the extra weight
flower: when they shift around or get fuller you can hear it
azure: that weird tingly hot+cold combo
flower: and they really feel it, their hot bellies contrasting with the cold winter air and making them all tingly and sending shivers up their spines

flower: the witch tries to keep them from burping on their walks so they dont waste the dream smoke
azure: the dryad's hands are cold from being outside but whenever she gets the opportunity she just slides them right under one of the cauldron girls' heavy hanging middles and lifts in both hands
azure: feeling the heat and sloshing shifting weight and how they give breathy little moans of fullness and dreamy dizziness from having their peeking tummies played with
flower: it doesn't work completely but they definitely blow up as their stomach contents shift and settle and agitate with each sloshing step
flower: sometimes its one of the new girls who isn't that bloated yet so the dryad sits her down and just plucks fruit out of her hair and feeds her with it
flower: and lets the smoke build up and fill her up to bursting while still popping those little fruits into her mouth as she groans in vague not-really-discomfort but keeps accepting them into her lips even as she balloons with the fruits she's already swallowed
azure: the witch is careful not to be too-too handsy with them but the dryad just wants to see them grow and feel how their tummies process it all
azure: always grabbing and squeezing and rubbing away as their already hefty bellies blimp up with fruit and gas and reactions from all the potion ingredients stuffed into them
azure: going from squeezy-soft to rounded out to so taut and swollen and heavy until every little push and prod and bouncing lift is causing smoke to be pushed out in constant belchy streams and happy wheezing moans
flower: belly under so much pressure every burp lets out a hot gust of smoke, having to continually burp or else risk popping
azure: eyes a little unfocused as she leans into the dryad and feels those woody arms reach around what they can of such a huge wide figure and just squeeze out burp after burp after burp like a constant foggy smokestack

flower: thats what she does to the new girls just maximize the pressure in their bellies so they're always super stretched out and suuuuper burpy and just filling the room with that smoke
azure: always coaxing in just oooone more fruit even though their bellies dont look or sound like they can handle even half a fruit of smoke, only to expertly massage out a long, deeply relieving smoky belch like a gust of color
flower: just sprawling in a chair, too dazed to get up, stomach round and tight and shiny and pretty much at capacity, every high-pressure burp being replaced instantly by another fruit bursting and renewing the pressure keeping her so bloated and full
azure: probably too bloated to even squeeze herself out of the arms of the chair as the witch sits next to her and rubs potiony sweat from her belly and feels the way the gas and potion inside rumbles and shifts and bubbles away
azure: leaning in to steal a kiss just as another heavy throaty depressuizing belch comes up to taste how her latest potion girl is coming along before rewarding her with another fruit and both hands returning to her overinflated beachball belly

flower: the girls that just get fed with fruit often end up so bloated that their burps send a stream of smoke outwards instead of up
flower: big rolling throaty burps
azure: like magical dragonfire
flower: that send smoke out like a foot or two
flower: its like they're blowing it out, but there's too much of it in one place to ever fit in their lungs
flower: there's just that much smoke in their bellies
flower: dense billowing clouds of pale lavender smoke
flower: that probs smells really sweet
azure: sometimes the witch does it deliberately
azure: keeps them from burping and stirring and sloshing up their tummy for as long as she can before even the slightest push or knead is going to force gas out of them and they look like they're one breath away from bursting
azure: then moves her hands up under their breasts to knead it out and feel it all go rushing up like a deflating balloon into a deep long rolling burp that has them shuddering and moaning in relief and leaves the room a bit purpler than before
azure: she doesnt even need to kiss them with how dense and thick and rich it is, having stewed in their tummy for so long

flower: it looks like lavender vape smoke
flower: and it doesn't rise it just fills the room
flower: so the whole room has just got a light lavender haze to it
azure: though they're way too dreamy and dazed and overstretched to do anything fancier than just let it all come rumbling out in a dense unfocused cloud
flower: in addition to being full of steam from bubbling pots of water to make them sweat more
flower: the witch can do tricks

azure: the rooms are always so warm and hot from just heat and cauldrons even without so many hot sloshy boiling bellies full of smoke
flower: all these girls in their too-tight underclothes and maybe some light sheets, smooth round bellies just slick with sweat
azure: any shirt more concealing than a bra basically made into one by how they ride up their overly engorged tummies, brows wet and middles shining and wet in the warm hot colorfully lit hazy rooms
azure: never too hot to be comfortable from the high and the food
flower: they dont wanna wear clothes in there anyway
flower: its way too warm theyre just like perpetually sweating, although they still like to cuddle sometimes
azure: the older/more experienced ones sporting big lusciously thick thighs and heavy chests and wide hips and rumps
flower: just like snuggling together on the couch and idly stroking each others bellies
azure: and chubby tummies, even though its hard to tell when they're all blimped up like sweaty gurgly beachballs
flower: they dont really have the emotional investment to be mad at the witch
flower: theyre just lazy girls and the witch comes around to play with their tummies throughout the day
flower: and it feels so nice they just dont worry about how it was the witch that got them like this
azure: just utterly enamored with the feeling of each others soft tender warm bodies and engorged middles, fingers exploring and sinking into hot thighs and sideboob and stroking over smooth tummies ranging from heavy and squeezable to tautly bloated and strained
azure: the dreaminess of the smoke adding to the tactile sensation of every squish and every bouncy push and every long deep gurgle or sloshing wobble or gassy churn they can feel in each other

flower: i feel like the girls themselves, they dont get as actually fat as youd expect theyre just like
flower: kinda bloated all over with potion
flower: it's all water weight
azure: definitely more bloated than huge
azure: a little chubby for some of them but most of the weight is all gas and potion that comes and goes
flower: so when one girl is finished brewing, the witch leaves her to just digest all the potion and have all that fluid just be absorbed into her body and then she takes her to another room to exercise her until it all sweats out
flower: theyre absolutely chubbier than when she found them in the nearby villages
flower: but they sweat out way more of that bulk than you'd expect
azure: some of them come slender and twiggy and she gets to work softening and growing them to hold more potion
azure: a few come surprisingly blubby and get put to work making premium batches before they fall into the cycle of gaining and losing and even out
flower: and then theyre just really cute and curvy and maybe a little less dull-eyed having sweated out all the smoke too

flower: and the witch takes them and sits them down by the table and just straddles their laps as she tips bottles and jugs and jars and all kinds of ingredients into their mouths and they groan because they can really feel themselves filling up this time
flower: and when they start to complain and struggle bc they're getting stomach cramps from being so full and bloated, the witch pops a couple fruits into her own mouth
flower: and waits for her own belly to distend and bloat outward and feel the burp building in her throat
flower: holds it down as long as possible before pinching the girl's nose, opening her mouth and just billowing all that smoke out into her lungs and belly
azure: artisian magical vape-burp smoke
flower: you dont get that high from eating the fruit you just get bloated and maybe a little tingly and floaty-feeling
flower: but inhaling it is what does the trick
flower: but it requires eating to produce the smoke
azure: its a chain reaction
azure: she has to start it with her own burps but then they start getting each other high
flower: nah she just has to stuff a girl too full of fruit to move, let her bloat up to the point she can barely breathe or think, and then throw her in the steam room and let her belch it all out and fill the air with it
flower: well maybe youre right az

flower: she wanders into town with a burbling bloated bellyful of gas
flower: lurks in wait for a girl to find her and then burps in her face
azure: people think shes just odd or pregnant and she puts on the cute charms
azure: starts chatting up a girl and goes in for the kiss and burps in their lips to get them hooked
flower: just pours/stuffs ingredients down their throats until they're all round and bloated and sloshy and heavy and lets them stew for days or weeks or even months
azure: lots of belly rubs and tummy noises and burpy cutes
flower: yeah if she can go in for the kiss thats the best way to get it done
flower: direct belly-to-lung contact is the most potent
azure: maybe takes them to a bar or something
azure: cute one off dates
flower: and just knocks the girls into that dreamy daze that lets her lead them around by the hand with no regard to where they're being taken
flower: ye

flower: pops three or four fruits and just tries to hold that burp down through a whole evening of dates
azure: master stomach muscle control
flower: not always successful
azure: her date can occasionally hear the gurgles and she just casually passes it off
flower: she sometimes miscalculates
flower: too many fruits and she's really swollen and burping up that dream fog the whole while
flower: too few fruits and she has to awkwardly overcorrect during the evening and pop some more in and hope her date doesnt notice her belly swelling over the course of the night
flower: she always takes the girls out to eat, to see how much they can/will eat just on their own
flower: see what their start point is
flower: she's making a killing off this potion business she can afford it
azure: orders them more and more food/drink to see how much they'll eat of their own accord to gauge the ones who are gluttons
azure: the jackpot is when she finds the ones that will eat themselves into a stupor without a single burp to ease them on

flower: one time she scored a date with two girls at once
flower: and when it came to seal the deal she had to take a double dose of fruit just to get em both
flower: led to some really awkward trying-to-make-up-an-explanation as to why her belly is stretching and straining her dress and she keeps blowing little wisps of purple fog out her nose
flower: ended up being too uncomfortable so she rushed the kisses
flower: and sighed with relief and rubbed her still-bloated belly after the two girls were under
azure: taking them back to her cottage and just letting out as many releived burps as she needed freely once they were out of town
flower: but each time it leads to her taking them back to her cottage in the swamp (sometimes having to burp into their mouths again) and unbuttoning her trousers and just sighing
flower: burping into a jar and inhaling the mist to get the high
flower: and vegging out with her dryad
flower: who doesn't need anything to be high she's just a chill ass plant
flower: her sweet smell probs attracts lots of bugs
azure: gets them set up to be new brewers and then spends the rest of the night in full relax mode

flower: the witch has to make sure she doesn't keep too much of the fruit just laying around in her cabin
flower: because the smoke makes you snackish
flower: she's gotta keep regular food on hand so she doesnt go for more of the fruit
flower: many a morning has she woken up with a full heavy belly stuffed from the night before with pastries and cupcakes and things
azure: she tries to be proactive to keep everything in working order but sometimes she slips and ends up gorging herself
azure: not nearly to the size of her cauldrons but enough to be slowed down and sleepy by her own standards
flower: same thing happens if she ends up lingering in the cauldron room too long
flower: she gets high off the ambient smoke and ends up accidentally overeating
flower: sobers up later in the day but still has a round full belly to deal with
flower: the bellywitch
azure: she can handle it but its still a slight impediment
flower: maybe she has a few tips and tricks for like expediting the process
aspirations and dreams remade's connection timed out.
azure: the last thing she needs is to get distracted with her own belly rubbings

flower: a potion that makes digestion go faster, another one that makes it go slower
flower: she's mixed them up before
flower: sips on the fast-metabolism one before a smoking sesh just in case she ends up stuffed
flower: but sometimes gets them confused and ends up with a belly groaning and packed full of sugar and dough and a lot of milk
azure: sometimes the potions need extra time to brew and one girl ends up getting 92 hour stuffing, just constantly having more ingredients added without any of it digesting until theres barely even room for smoke
flower: and it just sits there for like the whole day
azure: nothing she can do but wait for it to wear off
flower: mixing those potions is nothing but trouble
flower: you mix the fast-digestion one with the slow-digestion one and it's basically like
flower: you eat, you gain weight pretty much immediately from it, but you're still full and hungry
flower: and then it burbles and digests more over time and you end up gaining the other half of the weight

azure: the witch herself ends up doing it a few times by accident and goes up 20lbs in a single day from that and her own restraint giving out
azure: and has to try and work it off while keeping her girls fed
flower: doesnt trust her potions to melt it off faster
flower: and shes just like two or three sizes too chubby for her dresses
azure: dresses squeezing her, belly muffining out of her belts, underwear stretched over her butt and squeezing her chest
azure: just a little bloomph of extra pudge
flower: and she knows she's not done growing too
azure: and she cant just spend time in the hot room to try and sweat it off because its full of big bloaty girls and dreamy smoke and food
flower: she's hungry but her belly still feels stuffed, and she knows she has to wait for the other half of the weight to pack on over the next day or two
flower: and if she eats any more before it wears off she'll just gain half the weight immediately and half of it over time
flower: and won't get any less hungry, and will only get more full
flower: maybe she just ends up bloating with a lot of water to try and quell her hunger
flower: and avoid putting on weight
azure: triple checks that its just pure distilled organic water before kicking back with what she triple checked is her pure distilled organic vape and chugs her woes away
flower: just lying on her bed, stomach round and tight and heavy with a gallon of water and plenty of food, and gaining a couple pounds every hour or so
flower: helpless to stop herself from plumping up all over
flower: just waiting it out and trying to fight the munchies with water and air and low-calorie foods despite her stomach feeling painfully full and stuffed

flower: it's chilly so she does't want to take off her clothes right away
flower: but she belly-vapes
flower: and forgets to take them off until the seam on her dress busts at the hip
flower: and shes like oh SHIT
azure: pfft
flower: and then has to kinda lethargically struggle out of her clothes before she gets too fat and busts em wide open
azure: takes too much in at once and just feels that sudden snap of threads bursting from too much chub and tummy inside
azure: lying on her back in bed groaning and wiggling out
flower: pushing her dress down thighs she swears she can feel growing
azure: they definitely didnt touch as much when she put that dress on
flower: until she's just hot and panting from all the exertion and laying on her bed in nothing but her underwear, which is digging into her thick hips and generous chest
flower: she stretched out another pair of nylons, shit
flower: nylons
azure: belly rising up between the two halves of her undergarment like a round creamy sloshy bulge of water
flower: like that existed in the fuckin
flower: what was it before
flower: just leggings i guess
flower: stockings
azure: thigh squishers

flower: a layer of pudge over her belly when she pats it, but still a plenty firm and tight belly underneath
flower: and just wraps herself in a blanket to wander around like that
flower: something that won't squeeze her
azure: just enough chub to add a soft squeezy layer to her round tigt watery potbelly
flower: has to fight the urge to drink more for an hour or so to let herself get less bloated
flower: and then she'll let herself bloat up to capacity again and just grumble lazily
flower: the smoke wears off but the potion hasn't yet
flower: so she's just chubby, grumpy, getting chubbier, and fully aware of how full she is but hungry all the same
flower: and when the potion's finally worn off it just leaves her fucking starving
azure: the girls are all too dazey to say much about it but the dryad notices immediately and asks if shes brewing personally, poking at the witch's newfound belly and feeling how much more squish there is jiggling and swaying a little as she walks
flower: so she wakes up in the morning and just
flower: gorges the old-fashioned way
flower: no instant gain, no quick digestion, no munchies, just eating until she's not hungry anymore (and the potion hangover ensures she's hungry up until she's bursting from fullness)

azure: leaning back in her chair as her oversized meal rests heavily in her protruding tummy and she just sighs and groans a bit and rubs over her overfilled middle
flower: she just goes and sits by the dryad and the dryad sloooowly leans over and slooowly and gently cups her hand over the witch's tight belly and gives her a pointed look as she's cramming another slice of blueberry cake into her mouth
flower: i figure the dryad doesnt talk much and moves slowly and serenely
flower: the witch like angrily eating
flower: she knows she shouldnt but she's just too hungry
flower: and although she isn't putting on the weight instantly anymore she still knows how fattening it's going to be, and she's already like 30 or 40 pounds up from when she started
flower: so she's angrily cramming the cake into her mouth just trying to get it over with
flower: until shes just too full to be angry
flower: and shes just gotta top herself off past the haze of overeating
azure: just a slow gradual expansion sped up enough to be noticable from her gorging, every ten minutes there being just a bit more to her hips or chest or butt or arms than before
flower: so there's no more problem

flower: once the potion's worn off and she's maxed out her belly capacity the whole ordeal will be over and she can start working off the weight
flower: but shes got more work to do still
flower: she's a busy witch it takes a long time for her to work off any weight bc she's always busy tending to her cauldron girls
azure: barely any time to work out when shes spending so much time making sure each and every one is topped up and eating and giving them her own self indulgent belly rubs and collecting all their output
flower: so by the time she's done with breakfast, it's almost lunchtime
flower: and she's gotta carry that big stuffed belly and all that new pudge into the cauldron room and restock her girls
flower: fill em up to bursting with ingredients, make sure the girls she's prepping are eating enough fruit
azure: feed them and give them belly massages and squeeze out burps
flower: but she also just wants to lay down and digest
azure: spend some time kneading and shaking and stirring up the ones that need mixing and getting handsy with the overbloated ones to ease out nice long deep burps
flower: and the smoke isnt helping

flower: the extra weight she's put on is really handy for forcing out those burps tho
flower: just geeently tipping a girl over to be lying down
flower: and slowly straddling her belly and lowering herself down to squeeze with her plump thighs and juicy butt
flower: until all the gas is forced out and it's just liquid
flower: and then she can start filling her with more potion ingredients to really push her capacity
azure: easing onto that smooth gurgling shiny dome of tummy and feeling it bubble and groan and noisily slosh from the added pressure
azure: usually leaning in to get a faceful of fresh smoke as it rises up and billows past her face and packing in ingredients to fill up all the space left over until theres nothing in that belly but solid weight and water and only lightly squeezable heftiness
azure: with plenty of slow kneading rubs over and under that noisy balloon of tummy to coax her into eating more and to feel how utterly packed she is
flower: still balancing on the sweaty, soft-but-firm dome as she pours fluid down the poor girl's throat
flower: and she just swallows and swallows and can't help herself she's in too much of a daze
flower: and the witch just rests on her belly and feels it swell up with every gulp
azure: able to feel the way the belly beneath her pushes outwards and causes her to rise up a tiny bit more as she fills
flower: until it's pushing her thighs apart even more and she can't kneel over the girl she's gotta like awkwardly half-stand from how big and bloated her belly is

azure: the poor girl cant even burp more than a tiny hiccupy noise, stomach contents pure food and drink and potion waiting to bubble and brew up into even more belly-stretching gas on top of such an enormous load
flower: constantly gyrating her hips to slowly churn the belly beneath her and make sure everything's getting mixed properly
flower: this poor girl is just stuffed to the gills
azure: her own softened-up middle squishing against the side of such a massive alchemical beachball belly so that she can feel every long noisy drawn-up rumble or squelch or airy whine that has the girl groaning and panting and making dazed noises of fullness
flower: soft pillowy chest and thighs shiny with strangely-colored sweat, stomach going from taut to softer to even tauter and heavier
flower: yeah she like lays down on the girls and just shifts to make their bellies move and mix and as the ingredients mix they bubble and react
flower: so shes gotta push out all that bubbling gas as it comes to make room for the rest of the ingredients
azure: listening to the potions inside brew and churn until she can lean down and kiss them and feel smoke rising up into her own tummy
azure: hands on either side of their belly to push inwards and keep kneading and stirring and churning them up for maximum reaction

flower: potion smoke is different from dream smoke
flower: it's a good way to test the mixture
azure: sampling the brew to see how its coming
flower: kissing and breathing in the smoke, or just like
azure: she knows precisely the right taste and feel, as well as the sorts of noises she wants to hear out of that bubbling belly
flower: cuddling up to one of the girls and kissin and lickin her bare skin
flower: taste the potion she's sweating out
flower: listen to her tiny noises
azure: little kisses and licks over her massive churning tummy around her navel at the epicenter of that huge mountainous swell of barely-wobbly belly
azure: some of them are ticklish and end up giving little jerky whines and protests from being tasted
flower: drawing her tongue up over the globular swell of the belly to brush over the tops of her breasts
flower: maybe getting some of that prime in-between boobsweat
azure: the contrast of soft boob on utterly overcrammed belly exquisite, soft squishy curves against one massive firm taut swell that she can feel bloating up and stretching even bigger and wider

flower: the witch maybe has had a little too much of the smoke but she just wants to snuggle against so much squishy and taut girlflesh
flower: just lay down beside, between, on top of them and stroke their bellies and thighs and squeeze them gently to feel how squishy but full they are
azure: gets between two of them on one bed, stuffing one of the girls to huge firm unyieldly massiveness and feeling how full of smoke and gas the other is so she can lean over and kiss them as they let out long happy burps
flower: run her hands over some plush, curvacious butt, squeezin and pulling them closer
flower: she really shouldnt be breathing so much of this smoke but everything feels so nice and warm
azure: everythings just so warm and wet and cuddly
flower: wrapping both her legs around one thick soft thigh and just pressing herself to the huge, heavy orb of a belly protruding a foot out from her cauldron, her hands picking up on the tiny shifts and gurgles in that almost totally round belly filled to the very brim with heavy fluids
flower: rock-hard to the touch, but her thighs and chest are pillow-soft
flower: and she can't do anything but murmur nonsense and mumble and groan with every breath from how much just a little inhale stretches her stomach out even more

flower: the room is just full of the sounds of like a dozen or more bellies packed and distended to the very limit
flower: noisy gurgling and churning and occasional heavy sloshing when one of them rolls over or sits up slowly
azure: a constant undertone of moans and pants and burps as they laze and ocasionally squeeze each other
flower: and every girl in the room just moaning and sighing and groaning and burping from how their stomachs stretch and swell and shift
azure: most of them far too huge and full and heavy to tend to each other but some ending up cuddled up
flower: just a dozen double-wide girls, chests heaving with every inhale and little soft moans and groans coming withevery exhale, bloated all over with magical potions that send shivers and tingles all throughout their bodies and stomachs ballooned to the bursting point
flower: some are laying on the ground, some are just slumped into chairs or couches, some are half-one half-the other
flower: all are panting and sweating and burping out big clouds of lavender smoke
flower: moaning and burping through their teeth as they shift and put hands on their stomachs to stop them from sloshing all around
azure: hands warm and tingly against their own enormous middles, senses heightened but minds dulled by the smoke resulting in deep sensations with every bubbling groan and slosh
flower: every bubbly shift of their stomach tickles and squirms the inside of their belly
flower: the hot burps prickle in their throat and they sigh and groan after every wet gust of dream fog
flower: and the dream fog just compounds how sensitive their stomachs are from being so full and stretched out
flower: so even the gentlest brush of a finger will elicit some noises

flower: the perspective of the girls tho
flower: meet a cute, go on a date with cute, and then everything's just a blur until you're collapsed on a couch
flower: your body thick and heavy and plump and swollen and bulging with eldritch concoctions that sweat out through your skin, but not fast enough to stop you from swelling even more with them, and your stomach constantly full to bursting with strange ingredients that react to each other and make you feel very funny

flower: i figure the girls are squishy, but also very like
flower: like if you squish their thighs, the muffin top is like way more
flower: bc they're full of fluid
flower: they're ballooned up on potions
azure: big sloshy water weight chubs
flower: so putting pants on just squishes all that potion in their legs up to their hips and thighs and butt and makes them even bigger and rounder and fatter
flower: making it pretty much impossible to dress them
flower: like water balloons
flower: they jiggle and it's partially fat and partially fluid
flower: so a girl's chest might be jiggling at two different speeds at once
flower: fast fat jiggles and then a slower sloshing ripple
azure: perfect for slow deep massages and little bouncing finger squishes to send ripples throughout
flower: just poke a girl and her whole body ripples and jiggles thickly

flower: just like
flower: a girl lying down on the couch and her whole body sloshing back and forth slowly like waves in the ocean
azure: rising and falling with every breath
flower: and then when they really are totally full and saturated and ripe they get wrapped in these compression garments to squeeze more sweat out of them and then do stretches and yoga and stuff with the witch in another hot room to sweat all the potion out
flower: taking breaks to eat (lots) and rehydrate (lots)
flower: the whole process might take a few days to extract all the potion the witch can
flower: but those girls are just perpetually gonna have some potion in them
flower: theres some their bodies absorb and the witch cant get out so theyre always a little magic
flower: she tries to keep track of what girls have which potions
flower: because mixing potions leads to mixed results

flower: az pls pastebin this
flower: im gonna do it too
azure: i can if you want sure
flower: but im at work rn
azure: also sorry im officially falling asleep fuck
flower: lmao
azure: but i will put this up
flower: there will be more of this