True, he hadn't touched any fat women's bellies, but he'd seen them often enough and how they moved. Fat jiggled and squished easily.

Magica felt...solid. Yes, there was fat there, but it was a thin layer over something hard.

His mind flitted back to his childhood. He could see his mother humming as she set the table with what little food they had. She'd been much skinnier then except for the distension in her belly. He remembered the dread of what that meant and what that would mean for the family with too many mouths to feed already.

"...Magica, what was that spell you cast again?"