Did your leftover candy go missing? You just might of been visited by this silly spirit. You can read about this absurd scenario below.

Mismagius is a really weird Pokemon to draw fat.

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(Pokemon bbw stuffing and weightgain nonsense)

In the twilight of Halloween night, the Trick-or-Treaters retire to their beds and monsters fade back into the shadows. In this quiet time where both mortals and spirits return to rest, little stirs through the early morning air. Yet one figure is seen darting into homes, pilfering them while the owners lay blissfully unaware. One wandering spirit, still up to mischief long after the festivities have come to a close. This particular ghost isn't trying to stir up trouble, though she does delight in thinking about the confusion that will be caused by her thievery once her victims are roused from slumber.

This ghost, a plain-looking Mismagius, knows that now is the best time to fulfill her fantasies. Her long purple form consisting of a flowing robe topped by a pointed witch's hat blended into what little darkness remained. When so few are aware of disturbances in the early morning, its the perfect opportunity to slip under their nose and claim her prize. What she seeks is mundane yet invaluable to her; candy. Enormous quantities of sweet, delicious candy. With so much gathered during the previous night, it was all too easy to claim as her own. Leftover sweets would vanish in a flash as the ghost performed her mischievous work. Anything made of rich and savory sugar was hers to claim in the aftermath of Halloween night.

She only had an hour or so to work before the rising sun would rouse the sleepers from their sheets, but that was more than enough time for the quick-witted sneak. Soon the Mismagius had pilfered an enormous quantity of candy and sunk back into hiding. Floating off into her isolated home in an abandoned manor, she had amassed a mountain of stolen sweets. A trove of chocolate, butterscotch, caramel, and any other delight one might find on Halloween night. It was enough candy to feed a village, owning to the fact that she had stolen it all from one.

But now it was hers. And now the real fun could begin.

Utilizing her dark magic, the Mismagius levitated a single plain mint in the air. She brought it to her face, and smirked at the dainty little treat. Her yellow and red eyes squinted with delight at thoughts of the feast to come, but she wanted to savor this first treat. Carefully, she used her hexes to unwrap the little sweet, cleanly pulling off the wrapper which she let fall to the ground without a care. She stared at the little ball of white chocolate before letting it pass through her crooked grin and down into her throat.

A very simple little treat. Yet to a spirit that fed almost exclusively on fading nightmares and lost souls, it was an incredible delight.

In that moment, all restraint left the Mismagius. Summoning up a great well of power, she tore treats from their wrappers at a furious pace. Opening her bent maw wide, she swallowed them all as quickly as she could. She let out coos and moans of pleasure in between bites before quickly shoving more down her throat. She delighted in the explosion of sugar, enthralled by the forbidden tastes she was experiencing. It was unwise for ghosts to consume the food of mortals; it was not meant for their shadowy forms, and the consequences of consuming it were dire.

But those "consequences" just happened to be exactly what this Mismagius desired.

Having consumed a huge quantity of candy, the gluttonous ghost let out a small belch. She gazed down at her lowerbody and her crooked grin grew even wider. From where her robe split, a round and pronounced orb had formed, topped by one of the crimson gems that studded her form. A pile of sugar gurgled away beneath that mass of purple flesh. She rubbed her equivalent of a gut with joy, and as her body let out more groans from otherwordly digestion, she shivered with anticipation at the coming changes. Very gradually her stomach began to shrink, but the rest of her body began to thicken. Beneath her robe a small field of deep purple plumpness began to form. Her body was not meant to consume any mortal food, and such a massive quantity of high-calorie treats was wreaking havoc on her lithe frame. While most would recoil in disgust from this development, this Mismagius found the changes her body was undergoing to be utterly delightful.

She felt a tingling on her upperbody and sudden surge in growth. Beneath her neck a pair of orbs began to take shape. Small at first, but as the digestion continued they quickly swelled to prominent size. The Mismagius, a petite pokemon with little in the way of promiscuous features, was suddenly sporting a well-developed bosom. The tassels of her robe flew up to caress the mounds of soft spectral flab. The first time she had indulged in sweets, she was simply lured in by their saccharine taste. But the weight she gained afterward, what was supposed to dissuade her from such indulgences, instead filled her with pleasure. She delighted in what it did to her body. As the last of the sugar was churned into her flesh, she now found herself significantly heavier. Her robes were thicker, her cheeks had a slight chub to them, and she now had the beginning of a gut forming at the base of her body. As she continued to rub her newly formed chest, she looked over at the mountain of candy with malevolent glee. She had barely scratched the surface of her bounty of sweets, and already her form was swollen with flab. To consume even more would cause her to swell to an unprecedented size.

So of course, she needed to do so as quickly as possible.

She let out a cackle of glee as she conjured a great storm of dark magic. Hundreds of sweets were torn from their protective wrappers and flew through the air. They swirled around the Mismagius, dancing in the pale light of the decrepit manor. Once again the greedy specter swallowed as many of the sweets as she could possibly manage. Her cheeks bulged with chocolate and her eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure. She gulped and swallowed, struggling to keep up with the extraordinary pace of consumption she set for herself. She needed to eat and consume as much as possible. She needed to grow and swell. To become bigger, heavier, and fatter. And much to her delight, her desires were rapidly becoming reality.

Her body groaned and moaned as if it was unsure where to distribute the newly acquired bounty of calories. As she greedily gulped down more and more, her 'stomach' worked overtime to process the sudden influx of sweets. It grew tighter and softer at the same time, no longer a mere gut but now a full-grown belly. The soft layer of flab that had formed beneath her robe had grown enough now that it was beginning to peak out from under it, as if she was wearing a gown too small for her swelling mass. While she had a soft and squishy belly forming up front, behind her two orbs of ghostly girth were now visible. The dark purple derriere was certainly not a part of her original anatomy. It was a mass of jiggling flab formed entirely from her gluttonous consumption. On some level she wondered if the changes her body underwent were merely a result of her craving a more feminine form, and that she was subconsciously molding the flesh coating her like a sculptor would handle clay. It didn't really matter though; whether it was a natural distribution of fat or a product of her own decadent desires was irrelevant. As long as the bulging buttocks she was sporting continued to grow and swell, she was content to consume even more.

As she furiously chewed through another mound of candy, she found herself gasping and wheezing for breath. Her consumption had never been impeded in such a way before, and she took a moment to stare at herself in a dressing mirror sitting in the corner of her abode. She was thrilled by the sight that greeted her, letting out a heavy wheeze of pleasure. Without even realizing it, she had gone and ballooned more than any binge had previously allowed. She had managed to grow a double chin before, but now her face was completely swaddled in fat. Her plump cheeks sat upon rings of flab, all that remained of her once long and slender neck. She tried to lift up her head to get a better look at herself, her wide-brimmed hat shadowing her newly fattened form. But the sheer amount of weight piled onto her face made such movements difficult, something which thrilled the glutton of a ghost even more. Once again she began to rub the orbs of flesh sprouting from her chest, taking pride in how her feast had caused them to develop even more. She lifted up the heavy breasts as best as she could before letting them plop back onto the top of her belly, delighting in how they sunk slightly into the surface. She moves her tassels down to her stomach, which had become truly enormous. The huge bulk of belly hung low now and split into two rolls, the top being barely covered by the robe that once formed the entirety of her lower body. The gem that topped her belly was now being swallowed up as the two rolls of blubber competed for space, and she wondered if indulging even more would cause it to vanish from sight completely.

The Mismagius turned towards the candy pile to resume her feast, but with her back now facing the mirror she was filled with a sudden curiosity. Straining her swollen neck as best she could, she tried to peer over her 'shoulders' to take in how the feast had fattened the rest of her. It took great effort, but she was barely able to catch a glimpse of her purple rump in the mirror. The two mounds of flesh had expanded rapidly, and now her robe couldn't cover them at all. She let out yet another cackle of delight and a wicked idea filled her mind. She whirled her tassels about and conjured up shadowy hands which slapped her rear end. She let out gasps and moans as her bulk wobbled back and forth, her entire body like a quivering mound of jelly as the vibrations reverberated through her gluttonous mass.

Completely lost in lust and desire, the Mismagius once again delved into mindless consumption. She wanted as much as she could possibly handle. She knew all this fat was temporary, and that her spectral metabolism would return her to a normal weight-range in just a few short days. If she could stay as a bloated pile of flab she would do so without hesitation, but for now she needed to be content with simply reaching new heights in extravagant gluttony. More candy passed between her plump cheeks and more groans of ecstasy passed through her lips. Her body began to protest, her indulgence becoming excessive to an impossible degree. The Mismagius wheezed with exertion, unsure exactly why the mere act of eating was becoming so difficult for her. She didn't feel full, she wasn't sure that was even possible, but her body was finally becoming overburdened by her bulk of blubber. One last bar of candy vanished into her belly, and suddenly the Mismagius found herself teetering back and forth in the air. She let out a loud belch and moan as her weight finally took its tool and she slammed down onto the hard wooden floor.

The Mismagius sat panting and huffing as her entire form wobbled and quivered from the aftershocks. Slowly opening one eye, she tried to take stock of her situation. She had eaten so much that her innate ability to levitate had been lost. No ghost even had to think about floating; it came as natural to them as breathing. But now even breathing was difficult for this Mismagius, and as she sat as a great pile on the floor she was forced to accept that she had actually managed to immobilize herself. Her excessive gluttony had reached a point she didn't even think was possible. With her enormous buttocks and belly propping her up, she blushed with joy and pride. She never thought she would get so big... but she was thrilled to have done so.

But there was still more candy left. The Mismagius stared wistfully at the pile for a moment, before lazily lifting one of her tassels up. With a wheeze of exertion that sent vibrations that carried all the way down to her plump rump, she managed to lift a single piece of candy into the air. She brought it up to her flabby face, squinting eyes gazing over plump cheeks at the tiny confection. It was a small white mint, much like the one she had started her extravagant feast with. Her bent mouth parted once more and she tossed the treat in. She could still eat. She could still consume. She could still grow.

The Mismagius let out a wheezing cackle that caused her entire body to wobble and wiggle. Halloween was over, but her fun had just begun.