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girl who you can’t tell where her belly ends and her breasts begin

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yes

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Happy MariAli day! Happy Pride! 🌈

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"...alright, that's enough."

Luckily, Patchouli's not so bloodthirsty, nor vengeful, as to cause the poor fae' to explode as payback for the previous fiasco... but she left her full enough to wish she had.

"Okay. Your hands stay bound. I don't trust you yet, not until Spring is over... but I'm taking you to the bath. Then to bed. You'll rest, digest, and then we'll continue tomorrow."

...at least she'll be well-fed for a while?

And cared for, albeit in a strange way...

She’s so full that she can’t even burp. Not that she would want to even if she could, worried as she might be that the force of such a thing might genuinely rupture her in this state.

Lily offers no resistance, not even a token one, her arms continue to strain helplessly against their bonds, futilely trying to continue their literally-cursed work, but the rest of her lay limply in the magician’s telekinetic hole, like a worn-out rag doll.

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🍦- some ice cream

"Hmm... good girl."

With the donuts done and stuffed into the lil' fae, she moved towards some bottles of juice and flavored water to provide some much-needed liquid for Lily's body. Emptying one after another into her, leaving some room inbetween for the emaciated thing to burp, then continue-

She had several buckets of ice cream at hand... and after surmissing it'd be too much of a bother to feed Lily with it the usual way, she used some fire magic to melt it just enough to funnel it into the fae' much like you'd do with a shake.

"Keep at it. This is only today's quota."

“E-hhhuuurrpphh!”

Unfortunately for her perhaps, the long period of starvation she’s been through has also reduced her stomach capacity significantly, and being that she is not a creature who actively seeks pain, having so much more jammed down her gullet after having already eaten well more than she ought to have been able to handle sees her starting to pant and wheeze in between drinks.

By the time that she reaches the ice cream, her face is pale and skin is cold. Sticky, stinking dry sweat pours from her brow and stains under her pits, the newfound fluids not yet cycled through her body enough to provide anything more wholesome. Still, with no other option and her stomach threatening to split like an egg, she drinks the thick sludgy melt, whimpering pitifully at each gulp.

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🍩- a doughnut/strudel

"Just stay still."

Bound, though not hurt at least. Patchouli doesn't blame the fae' proper for what happened to her, after identifying the most-likely culprit behind it all.

...however, that doesn't mean she won't teach the lil' critter a lesson too... and hopefully leave her too fat to bother anyone for the remainder of 'spring'. So after a cake... then another... and a third-

Then came a box-full of donuts for her-

It’s hard for Lily to sit still at the best of times, and with the very last of Spring’s power pouring out of her from every angle, practically coating the invisible barriers holding her in place with its sweet verdant growth, this is not the best of times.

-Still, even as she continues to haplessly struggle against her bonds of both body and spirit, her mouth opens eagerly, dry, dehydrated brownish spittle flying everywhere as she receives eagerly each and every last morsel of the first ‘meal’ that she’s had since Spring started.

By the time the season is over in some short number of days, there’s no doubt that Lily will crash hard enough to fall into coma, if not die outright… Provided her current state remains.

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🍉- A watermelon slice for the Joon.

And if one isn't enough for her, on standby there are enough additional wedges to constitute a whole watermelon (only if she wants them, of course!)

“Well ain’cha a real saint, cariño?~ Ain’t gonna let a single seed go t’waste, an’ maybe if yer lucky those ol’ myths ‘bout watermelons growin’ in yer belly, gettin’ all big an’ round’n ripe, might jus’ turn out t’be true~”

Suffice it to say that she’s going to be tearing through the watermelon provided to her- Rinds and all. It’s almost scary, watching the little plumes of sweet-smelling steam spilling out from her mouth in between each bite.

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🎂- a cake

She's regenerated enough to move and use magic again-

...so she's going to pay back Lily's "generosity" with some of her own.

You might expect that she'd be resistant to having cake shoved into her face so... Forcefully? But given her emaciated, skeletal state and the near-constant growl of her starvation-swollen stomach, Lily is almost too eager to be made to eat- Even as her arms strain against their bonds, futilely trying to feed Patchouli back.

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Treat my muse

Send a symbol to give my muse a…

🍎- An Apple

🍉- A watermelon slice

🍇- Some grapes

🍓- Some berries (specify what kind)

🍊- Orange slices

🧀- a cheesecake

🍥- A cinnamon roll

🍰- A pie

🎂- a cake

🍦- some ice cream (specify what kind)

🍪- a cookie (specify what kind)

🍮- Some pudding

🍬- some candy

🍩- a doughnut/strudel

🍫- a candy bar

Or send 🍙+a food item!

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:3c

"Well well, ¡buenos días, preciosa!~"

Jo'on preens in the reflection cast by the window she's nearly passed by, very clearly pleased with what she sees in it.

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For one’s own sake.

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One time, a prospective feeder pushed her too far while feeding her- To the point that she ended up vomiting up everything she’d ate.

She later sold the resulting corpse off to an unsuspecting noble, posed as a ‘life-sized golden statue’.

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hire

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wow cool month for us who live in a yuri girlxgirl world (also called gensokyo)

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greenwich (renko) in the sky