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[Contains magic weight gain (male), bbw, bhm, and sneezing, as well as other shenanigans.] Catalog of Beasts Unknown #4 The door was giving. Wow, this is it, Sig thought to himself, I should've gotten into jazz when I had the chance. It's so technically proficient, so influential. And yet here I am, about to die, I don't know shit about Louis Armstrong. There was a thump downstairs and the pounding stopped. The creature scuttled away toward the noise and soon after there were quick footsteps back up. The doorknob rattled. "Sig," Sable hissed on the other side, "open up." Sig cautiously did as he was told, and saw a very disheveled Sable crouched in the hallway. He dragged them in and quietly shut the door behind them, clicking the lock back in. "Man, am I happy to see you." Sig whispered, "Like, holy shit, Sable, did you see that thing?" "Damn near gave me a heart attack when it ran after the rock I threw." Sable replied. "Ohh, that's what that noise was. Smart. If

[Contains magic weight gain (female), as well as other shenanigans.] Catalog of Beasts Unknown #1 Wells was tired. Very tired. For the past three days, she had been trudging through the forests of the Wisconsin peninsula looking for something that might not even exist. Now she was about two miles down an overgrown dirt road whose fallen trees and brambles had blocked the path of the comfy camper van that she and her friends usually traveled in. She absentmindedly grabbed another chocolate bar from her pouch and wolfed it down, the sugar acting as a temporary cure for her discomfort. Up ahead, keeping a much better pace, was her friend, Sig, a chubby half-satyr with a camera hanging around his neck and a ratty topography map in his hands. He was a bit taller than her, with scraggly, black hair and a goat's tail of the same color that poked out of his ill-fitting jeans. He wore a shirt proudly displaying a band that Wells had never heard of. "Just a little further!" he shouted

[Contains bbw, accidental facesitting, as well as other shenanigans.] Catalog of Beasts Unknown #3 "OH! Sabe! Are you okay-" Wells was cut off by the sound of bare feet beating across the grass outside. Sable felt the giant mounds of fat clench around them as their friend tensed up. It was almost suffocating. Wells was burning hot, and smelled of sweat and lavender, a fact inescapable within her ravine-like butt crack. She was heavy, heavier than anything Sable had ever been beneath, but aside from taking the wind out of them on impact, it wasn't really that bad. It was like being between two warm, sand bags. Sable felt overwhelmed by it all, the house, the monster, the self-doubt, the darkness of the basement, the pressure of Well's full weight planted on their face, her butt basically engulfing them. So soft, so strangely comforting despite everything, and it was impossible to deny anymore that they were turned on. They tried to keep it together, tried to think of literally

[Contains bbw, stuckage, and sweat, as well as other shenanigans.] Catalog of Beasts Unknown #2 "What are we gonna do?" Sable asked Sig. The two were standing a few feet away from the doorway where their blobby friend was wedged, Sable inside the house, Sig outside. A crack-ridden window separated them. For a couple minutes now, they had been trying in vain to get Wells unstuck, but the pudgy witch was clearly not going anywhere. "I don't know..." Sig said, "I don't think we're strong enough to get her out through force, if we had an axe maybe we could hack the doorframe out... " "You're NOT swinging an AXE anywhere near me!" Wells shouted. Sable nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's a bad idea, Sig. I think it's also a crime, maybe." "Since when is helping a friend a crime?" "Vandalism." "Oh, yeah." Sig said. He glanced back up at the rickety structure. "I doubt anyone would notice with the state it's in, though." "Why are you still considering it?" Said Wells