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Newt stepped into his cluttered workshop, bundles of dried plants and jars of bizarre ingredients lining the shelves. A bubbling cauldron sat in the center, emanating wisps of fragrant smoke. He flipped open his tattered spellbook, the ancient pages creaking with every movement.
Several of his beloved creatures had been looking rather thin lately, their usually vibrant scales dulled and ribs protruding. As a devoted keeper of these magical beasts, Newt couldn't bear to see them suffering. He was determined to brew up a special potion - a calorie-rich, metabolism-boosting elixir to help them gain back their strength and luster.
Newt gathered the necessary components, consulting his notes carefully. Doxy eggs for protein. Shrivelfig for carbohydrates. Chizpurfle carapaces, ground into a fine powder for essential nutrients. He measured and mixed with the precision of a practiced potioneer, the vibrant concoction taking on a rich, burned orange hue.
Once the base was ready, Newt stirred in a few more esoteric additives - graphorn horn shavings to stimulate the appetite, and the archaic incantation to bind the ingredients together.
The bubbling liquid morphed again, this time into a deep burgundy with flashes of gold sparking through its viscous depths. Fragrant vapors wafted up, smelling vaguely of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine. Newt leaned over the cauldron, eyeing the concoction skeptically. It certainly looked potent, but was it safe for consumption? Only one way to find out.
He ladled out a small portion into a chipped ceramic mug. The potion seemed to shimmer and undulate, almost alive. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Newt brought the cup to his lips and took a tentative sip.
A burst of rich, earthy flavors exploded across his tongue. Notes of caramelized sugars, roasted nuts and tart berries melded into a robustly savory-sweet profile. It was thick and syrupy, coating his mouth with velvety warmth. Despite the indulgent flavors, Newt couldn't help but notice an underlying bitterness, like burnt molasses. And there was...something else. A certain tangy zest that tingled on his taste buds. Most unusual, but not entirely unpleasant.
As the bold, complex flavors lingered, Newt felt a spreading warmth bloom in his core, slowly radiating outwards until his whole body was deliciously toasty. It was as if he'd swallowed a tiny sun. He could feel his heart beginning to race, his metabolism revving. Fascinating...
Hours ticked by as Newt waited to see if any other effects would manifest. He tended to his creatures, cleaning habitats and offering treats, the persistent warmth never waning. If anything, it seemed to grow more intense, until Newt found himself perspiring and having to shed his cardigan.
When lunchtime rolled around, Newt wandered into the kitchen, stomach rumbling demandingly. He fixed himself a simple sandwich - turkey, cheese, lettuce on rye. Bland and unassuming, just how he liked it. Yet today, it was utterly transcendent. Every subtle nuance of flavor - the smoky spice from the turkey, the nutty bread, the bright, crisp bite of lettuce - it was like experiencing each element for the first time. He ravaged the sandwich with uncharacteristic gusto, licking the crumbs from his fingertips when it was gone.
Despite his hearty meal, Newt's hunger pangs persisted, growling insistently in his belly. This was most irregular. Perhaps he should try another dose of the potion and monitor the effects more closely?
He returned to his workshop and carefully portioned out a second helping of the viscous elixir. The enchanting aromas of caramelized sugars and baking spices beckoned enticingly. This time, he drained the entire mugful in three big gulps, the velvety richness coating his mouth and throat.
That same delicious inner warmth bloomed again, more intensely now, quickly enveloping Newt in a cocoon of toasty contentment. His heart galloped wildly as his metabolism kicked into overdrive. He could practically feel his body working to process the dense, calorie-packed liquid.
Newt loosened his collar, perspiring freely now. He undid his vest as well, desperate to dispel some of this sweltering inner heat. Why, even his typically baggy trousers seemed to strain a bit at his thickening waistline.
Thickening waistline? Newt peered down at himself, brow furrowing in confusion. His abdomen did appear...fuller, somehow. Rounder. As if his belly were being slowly inflated. How peculiar. He prodded at the soft swell of flesh, feeling it yield beneath his curious fingertips.
Over the next few hours, Newt's body continued its gradual transformation. His cheeks grew plusher, the sharp angles of his face softening into smoother, cherubic curves. His lanky arms and legs filled out, the wiry muscle padding over with insulating layers of comfortable fat. His chest expanded, straining the buttons of his shirt as the slightest hint of modest breasts began to bud forth.
Newt kept having to pause and loosen his clothing, blissfully unaware of his innocent glamour thickening before his very eyes. That delectable warmth pulsed through his newly abundant body, each roll and dimpled curve exuding a rosy, well-fed glow. His skin appeared richer, more luminous, a becoming flush suffusing his features.
But it was the changes to his backside and belly that were most dramatic. Newt's flat rear blossomed into a pair of thick, upturned cheeks that shamelessly strained against his flimsy trousers. His abdomen swelled outward into a proud, heavy gut, the taut skin stretching tighter and smoother with each passing minute. He clutched at the generous pendulous curve, feeling his quickening pulse thrumming beneath the taut, heated flesh.
When dinnertime arrived, Newt's hunger had reached insatiable levels. He cooked up a veritable feast - sausage links, eggs, home fries, bacon, toast slathered in butter and jam. He added a side of grilled tomatoes just for good measure. And for dessert? Why, an entire treacle tart, fresh from the oven and drizzled with silken custard sauce.
Newt ate and ate, soft moans of rapturous delight escaping his lips with each glorious bite. The salty-sweet tastes exploded over his tongue, each individual flavor utterly transcendent in its perfect, uncomplicated essence. He stuffed himself far beyond the point of comfortable fullness, buttons popping free from his straining shirt to grant his proud belly the freedom to swell uninhibited.
Newt groaned in euphoric, gluttonous bliss, satiated beyond even his wildest imaginings. His engorged stomach ballooned outwards, heavy and taut, straining the fabric of his trousers. His newly plush curves were on full, lavish display as he languished in the afterglow of such wanton indulgence. A delectable heat pulsed from deep within, spreading outwards in languorous waves of boneless, well-fed contentment.
As Newt drifted off into a sumptuous food coma, he dimly mused that his potion had been an overwhelming success. He certainly wouldn't have any problems packing on the pounds after tonight's...opulent repast. Indeed, he may have overdone it a tad.
Newt let out a tremendous belch, the very foundation of the ramshackle house trembling. He patted his enormously distended belly with immense satisfaction, heedless of the buttons popping free and clattering to the floor. His pudgy fingers caressed the drum-tight skin, feeling it quiver and gurgle beneath his doting touch.
Another burp shuddered forth, incredibly loud and drawn-out. Newt simply beamed in sleepy contentment, not an iota of shame or remorse. He was well and truly stuffed to the gills.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Newt gave one last groan of rapturous overindulgence before slipping off into oblivion, dreaming of infinite, never-ending feasts. Sweet, glorious slumber claimed him at last, each breath a soft snore whistling forth from his deeply contented, pleasantly plump form.