“Heya! Didn’t expect ravelers out here - would ya like to join me for a fine meal, friend?”

You had never seen a faun before in your life - the satyr-like creatures were friendly, as a rule, but rarely seen. Although, you had to admit, you’d never heard of one being well… fat, before! Legend told that, while satyrs shared more kin with the gruff goats who were known to eat their fill of just about anything, the fauns shared greater kin with the graceful and elegant deer and were, as a rule, amongst the most wiry of the fae. Well… it seemed as though legends could be misleading, from time to time…

Something told you you aught to join this fellow for a meal… that something carried you right along the path with him, both of you chattering the morning away into evening, before coming to his pleasant little hovel. It felt as no time had passed at all. There, he showed you a feast unlike any you’d had before… And my, the feast certainly showed how he’d grown so porky himself!

You ate, and ate, and ate the night away… And, even the next day, and the next day from there! On and on you ate, and forward your stomach surged and swelled. At first, a little ball-belly, then, a great growling gut… As you passed out into one, final food coma, the last thing you saw was that grinning faun waving goodbye…

The next thing you knew, you awakened in the field in front of his hovel, which was now nowhere in sight… And gaped at how great your belly had grown! So large was it, that you could hardly stand - your body’s fat was almost entirely on the stomach, giving you an unbalanced, bloated stance… You had to be nearly four hundred pounds, when you’d been but a thin one-hundred and forty but a few nights before!

You grimaced and belched, heaving yourself, as you trudged awkwardly back home, looking back only once you’d reached the path… You saw that same, fat faun, smiling and waving amongst the brush, before he faded away… You had received an excellent lesson in how the faun had become fat, and an even better one in the fattening kindness of faeries like him…

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Here’s a fun piece I did this morning, featuring something an awful lot like a satyr, but a bit different! In my book, and the stories I’ve told or written for myself, I differentiate fauns from satyrs by making them an awful lot more like deer. In general, I draw them much thinner and more nymph-like than my satyrs, but, for whatever reason, I decided to draw this one stouter, and bulkier. The story attached is a light exploration into how differently a faun may act with a physique like that…