[Alice WG Story] Marisa Fed the Precious Thing

Stuck Between a Fatty and a Soft Place

In the middle of the Forest of Magic, deep inside, lies a European-style mansion which is suspiciously well maintained despite being so abandoned. Visitors, rare they are, tend to escape it due to being too creeped out to stay as the house is not inhabited by anyone but dolls and a doll-like magician. Alice Margatroid’s days were spent idle, researching away dusty old tomes and only touching grass when she goes out to the Scarlet Devil Mansion’s library.

One day, after a month of not coming out of her house to make some dolls, Alice had decided to get a much-needed whiff of fresh air and visit the library of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. She intended it to be a quick trip, a quick in-and-out to borrow a grimoire on animation. Through the forest, up from the mountains and down into the library she flew, searching for Patchouli to ask her where the book was. Normally, Patchouli was a bit hard to fly. Her small figure coupled with her pink outfit made her blend into the surroundings of the scarlet mansion. This time, Alice was able to spot her pretty quickly thanks to her frame having grown much, much larger. The librarian was also flanked by two more girls, which made finding her even easier. Alice descended slowly, unable to discern whether she was under the influence of some illusion spell making her see things. “Pa-Patchouli? Marisa? Reimu? What happened to you?!”

Truly there couldn’t be a more shocking sight. The former pink sack of bones, Patchouli, was the first one to reply as the rest were busy with the food in their mouth. “Alice, haven’t- urp, ah… haven’t seen you in a while.” Alice watched with great horror as the unmoving librarian went and wiped their mouth with her sleeve. Patchouli deserved the title of unmoving librarian now; her belly was the greatest among the trio being a planet-sized ball of fat that slowly rose up and down with each strained breath. She ignored the concerned gaze of Alice and shoved a handful of cookies down her gullet, gulping down the entire dozen in one go, washing it down with a jug of milk that sat next to her. The milk didn’t exactly help her stomach’s tight situation, and Alice could hear loud grumbles emanating from the librarian’s belly. “Urp… Bwah, bwarp! Mm… You can just… take anything you want to borrow, crunch.” A tiny army of cookie crumbles flew down Patchouli’s belly, Alice only watching helplessly while trying to parse the situation.

“Mhm, the librarian isn’t in the best situation to help right now- ah! Marisa, be a bit gentler, won’t you- ah, aah!” said Reimu, who was a different beast compared to Patchouli. Her belly was a bit more modest, but her chest contained many treasures (“treasures” here referring to “lots of fat”) which were currently being thoroughly rummaged by Marisa’s hand. Alice wasn’t even going to being thinking about how indecent Marisa was being by doing that in front of someone else, and for Reimu moaning so brazenly in response to her touch… There was something really wrong here, something that Alice definitely needed to look into.

“Alice, have something, won’t you?” Marisa pushed a small bag of sweets towards Alice. The ordinary magician had become something else as well, a fatass with the fattest ass in all of Gensokyo. Her head was smothered below Reimu’s peaks, while her ass sank deep into Patchouli’s thighs. She laid there like a queen, using Reimu and Patchouli like a very soft sofa while her hands were busy either fondling or eating.

“I…” Alice was flabbergasted. What had happened in the month she had been locked inside? “No thanks.” While not being open about it, Alice was quite proud of her doll-like figure. Her waist was suitably thin, her skin like actual porcelain, her hands delicate and tiny. Those didn’t mix well with being a lazy fatass. She kept her cool and intended to borrow her book and fly away from this most disgraceful scene in front of her. “I’ll take my leave now.”

Marisa pushed the sweets further towards Alice in response. “Come on, it’s not like you’re going to become like us from one or two.”

The smell of butter and cream were pretty enticing, especially when they were pretty close. “…gulp.” Marisa wasn’t wrong and, thinking about it, Alice was being a bit rude by refusing such a generous offer. She had spent plenty of time feasting away with her friends in the Hakurei Shrine, why refuse now? “Fine, if you insist.” Alice sat in front of the big lard piles, and took a cupcake for herself. She reluctantly took a teeny tiny bite, as if the food was made out of poison. “Mm?! Not bad. Not bad at all.” The rest of the cupcake went a bit quicker. Having holed up in her mansion, not eating anything as she was a magician, had made Alice forget how good food could taste.

Marisa rolled down from her lard sofa, and took her place right next to Alice. “See? It ain’t so bad.” She took hold of the dollmaker, gently embracing her with one arm while grabbing another cupcake with the other. Alice, despite internally rambling about how disgraceful Marisa was behaving, couldn’t object when she was the one being given attention to. There was something magical about the softness of Marisa, how her round arms squished around Alice’s waist and how her behind was big enough to rest on… The dollmaker was lulled in, and she didn’t object when Marisa fed her another cupcake. She only realized what was going on when Marisa grabbed yet one more cupcake to feed her.

“Wait, wait!” Alice jolted up. She carefully wiped off the cream still on her lips. “What are you doing to me?! What sort of spell is this?!”

“I ain’t casting a spell on you. What do you take me for, I only learn spells that are big and flashy!” Marisa was taken aback by Alice’s sudden reaction.

Alice didn’t detect any magic either, but she decided to ignore reality for now. There was no way she had just approached Marisa this casually and so intimately. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest. No way she had just enjoyed what just transpired, no way no how, Alice couldn’t accept such a weird thing. “I-I’ll take my leave now!” The dollmaker stormed off from the library, forgetting to take the book she had come there for in the first place.

Dolls’ Paradise

Alice was back at her house once more. Comfortable, silent, alone… Her only companions were the dolls running around the place, which were all controlled by her. Unless she went crazy and began speaking with the dolls, there was no companionship to be found for the dollmaker. Who needs companions anyways, when they have countless magic tomes to sift through?

Who needs a bunch of fat asses anyways…she thought, working on yet another doll. She had a whole army of them, an army of workers who demanded no wages or breaks which would let her focus on important things (like reading, reading, and reading). First she began with the head, then the hair, then the eyes… Alice’s haste in making a doll was unmatched. She let it go, and the doll came to “life” as the dollmaker controlled her. However, there was something off about the doll she had just made… “Aren’t you a little pudgy?” Alice took the weird doll into her hands and poked it, her finger sinking slightly into its “skin”. The only other people I’ve seen where the trio back at the library… No wonder the little people I’m making come out like this when they’re the only reference on my mind. Alice shook her head. Why were they occupying her head so much? Was it Marisa’s soft embrace, Patchouli’s carefree gluttony or… No, no, I definitely do not want Marisa caressing my hair and feeding me sweets! She finished another doll. This one was even pudgier, bordering on fat, perhaps a sign from her suppressed subconscious. Alice would’ve shattered the doll out of anger if not for the face that dolls took quite the effort to make. She sufficed by squeezing it like a stress ball.

While Alice had been busy trying to ignore her own thoughts, the pudgy doll she made had come back with a little scone. She didn’t exactly know how or where despite being the one controlling it; the dollmaker controlled a whole army of dolls at the same time who all basically did their own thing. Who knows what part of her mind was controlling the one in front of her, it was definitely the part she was trying to suppress. “…Fine, I’ll have one.” She popped the scone into her mouth. The thick, rich cream inside it melted, making Alice feel a bit guilty. That one scone was probably equal to what she’d eat in an entire month, she patted her belly as if one tiny scone could have an effect on it. It was as flat and tiny as before, perfectly beautiful as it should be, but it did something odd: her stomach grumbled. That one tiny scone had made her want more.

What a coincidence it was that more was coming, the second larger doll had made its way with a platter of sweets. “Where did you find all that?!” exclaimed Alice, hoping that no angry people were going to knock on her door after having their food stolen. The platter did look enticing, a large strawberry shortcake surrounded by a circle of cookies, all smelling and looking delicious. “…Alright, alright, I’ll finish these. Would be a shame to let them rot away…” The doll got closer to the dollmaker, and she leaned forward to take a bite out of a cookie. The first bite was reluctant, the second one less so. There was no need for a third bite as the cookie had already gone down her gullet. The rest of the cookies went down without a bite as Alice became less reluctant to eating. Chocolate melting down on her tongue, the dough softening and releasing its sugar… Not to mention the shortcake, it was consumed somewhere in the middle of this frenzy. Alice licked the strawberry-flavored cream off her lips and went back to the cookies, her belt tightening by the second. A nearby doll was helpful enough to stand by and loosen it so that the dollmaker wouldn’t be out of breath. Not being out of breath was impossible though, at one point there was practically no place left in Alice’s rotund stomach… Wait, wasn’t she just going to have one small platter? What’s going on?! There weren’t more than… Why is it still full?!

Alice soon noticed the culprit, or culprits. A line of dolls, marching from outside the room towards the platter, delivering food to the platter held by the larger one. The dollmaker had been too enticed by the food to notice. “What are you doing?!” She commanded them to stop, but only some of them did. The rest were controlled by her desires which had become unignorable at this point. She definitely needed to investigate where all the dolls were coming and going to. “Hnngh…” Alice tried to rise from her chair, an undertaking she found impossible with all that dough weighing her down. “Gh… Gah… Bwarp!” She fell down back on her chair, only being able to stare at the ceiling while trying desperately to relieve pressure off her belly. After a minute or two she made another attempt, this time managing to barely stand up. Alice had to hold on to the walls and furniture to waddle her way outside the room, the contents of her belly shaking like hell during her walk. She had to use one of her hands to stabilize it lest its contents go back out through the wrong exit. During this brief contact, Alice couldn’t help but explore her new bloated form a little, pressing and playing with it despite trying her best to resist such absurd desires.

The conga line of dolls eventually led to her kitchen, a place which would usually be abandoned except for times of magical experimentation. Today however, it was doing its job as an actual kitchen. Dolls had formed an assembly line of food, a group kneading dough, the other stirring cream, the other preparing the oven… It was a shocking sight, one that made the already breathless Alice drop to the floor butt-first. To her horror, the large doll had followed her in to the room, the conga line continuing to route toward the platter and adding more on to it every second.

Alice saw a doll take the initiative and take a cookie out the platter, flying towards Alice’s mouth. At this point she was done for. All these dolls were made by her and controlled by her. From a certain perspective they were all just extensions of herself; if she wanted to feed herself… Alice couldn’t accept the reality, but it was there right in front of her.

The dolls marched on, working tirelessly to feed the dollmaker…

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Conga Lines to Stretch Marks

Tonight was like any other night in the Scarlet Devil Mansion’s library. Fairy maids were sweeping the grounds, Koakuma was making the rounds, and three fat asses were fat assing away as usual.

“Hmm… That fairy over there, it’s a bit unusual innit?” said Marisa, her head currently laying comfortably on Patchouli’s thighs. She was looking up to the ceiling, counting the fairies flying by for entertainment while she was slowly being lulled to sleep.

“I don’t think that’s just a big fairy.” replied Patchouli. She lifted her head up, her double-chin flapping about as she did so. “The only big fairy I know has green hair, and this one’s blond.”

“Maybe that’s a new type of youkai?” Reymu instinctively moved her legs to stand up, but her stomach was a bit full to allow that. She collapsed back, her gargantuan breasts bouncing up and down like a spring releasing all its tension. “Urp… Can’t bother to check.”

“It’s gettin’ closer… Wait, izzat-” exclaimed Marisa, unable to believe her eyes. Was that Alice? She couldn’t be, no way with that big body. “Who are you?”

“Did you forget after a month?” The stranger (?) landed on the ground “I’m Alice, who else could I be?!”

“Eh, for real?” Marisa rolled down once more to examine Alice further. “What happened to you? It looks like you ate the old Alice.”

Alice looked confused, as if Marisa was not making any sense. “Nothing happened! I’ve just… you know, eaten… a tiny, teeny, weeny little itty witty bit more than usual.” She placed her hands on her hips with great self-confidence. “I look great, don’t I?”

“Yeah you look great…” Marisa wasn’t sure how she could beat this level of blissful ignorance. “Great, as in big.”

Alice was furious, she stomped on the ground. “Big?! What, are you trying to play your tricks on me?” She looked around the library “Is there a mirror here? I haven’t checked myself in a while, somebody bring me a mirror so I can shut this ordinary magician’s ordinary mouth!”

Koakuma, ever helpful she was despite always being relegated to being a background character, flew in with a mirror. She dropped it in front of Alice before flying away to do whatever it is officially unnamed mid-stage bosses do with their time.

“Ha, see? I’m as perfect… as… usual…” The mirror stayed perfectly intact, but Alice was shattered. She couldn’t detect any illusion magic at play, the girl in front of her was the real deal. Gone was her tiny little waist, bound together elegantly by a tight sash, Now the sash was only a decorative formality as it had given up on keeping the massive ball of fat that it surrounded. The dolls had tailored her clothes while she was asleep, making sure nothing had gotten noticeably had tighter; even then the sash felt a bit tight due to her dolls being unable to keep up with the speed of her growth. Another thing weighing the massive sack of fat that was her belly were two other massive sacks of fat, a state that is known colloquially as “having fat fucking tits”. Not as large as Reimu’s, nor Patchouli’s, but at least she could rival Marisa’s (which, truth be told, isn’t saying much).

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Marisa had sneakily approached Alice while she was shocked, the ordinary magician dared to grab the love handles of the non-ordinary magician from behind. “What are these now?” she asked most sarcastically. Alice didn’t object; she had already marched way above her red line by letting go so much. “Oh, our poor little shut-in has fallen victim to food…”

With Marisa smooshing her belly fat against her behind, Alice was done for. She was enjoying this, she had enjoyed every last crumb of those damnable cookies, she had even enjoyed sitting around like a fat ass reading grimoires every day. The dollmaker should have probably understood the moment the dolls had “rebelled” against her and fed her relentlessly. Alice wanted this, and so much more. She resisted not as Marisa pulled her closer, letting Alice sit on her lap while she played with the dollmaker’s blond hair. “Wait, that’s… that’s it?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Marisa curled Alice’s hair around her finger, genuinely enamored with the dollmaker’s well-made hair.

Alice squirmed a bit, as if she was trying to squeeze out the next sentence. “You- You know, all the other… stuff you do with the others.” She looked back at Reimu and Patchouli, who had already accepted Alice into their Marisa-centered polycule. One more fatty to play around with wasn’t a thing they were going to reject, especially one as cute as Alice. “Am I not good enough?” Her tone had shifted drastically the moment she had accepted her fate.

“Oh? I thought I’d go slower since you were so reluctant, but…” Marisa squeezed Alice’s belly with one hand and her breast with the other, causing the dollmaker to let out a shriek-like moan of sudden pleasure. “You want the full package?”

“Ah… No- I mean...” Alice quickly thought her response over, denying her feelings and desires had gone nowhere in the past. “Yes! Okay, yes!” Marisa was taken aback by her sudden enthusiastic reply, so she hesitated. “Come on, relish me all you want!” It seemed that Alice, once unshackled, was a force to be reckoned with. She jumped up and down in Marisa’s lap, now excited by her prospects rather than being frightened by it.

“Oh- Don’t mind if I do!” Marisa let her hands go, looking for another spot to attack from. “Now, where do I start… You know, you look much cuter like this, I can’t decide where to begin!”

Alice’s eyes lit up once she heard Marisa’s praise. “Really? You think I look great- ah! Ah, more!” Her verbal excitement over the praise was suppressed by Marisa beginning to caress Alice’s body aggressively, from plump thighs to puffy cheeks. The ordinary magician had an insatiable lust, so did the dollmaker, and the cacophony caused by their lovemaking continued well into the night…

The Girl Who Played with People’s Shapes

[TO BE WRITTEN]