Chapter 2 - diets

I strode through our dorm complex with a hint of trepidation. It was a somewhat small building that housed five girls. With a singular large shared space with a kitchen in one corner, and a couch and tv in the other. Each of us had our own small room, which by and large we didn't leave. Particularly lucky number 5 who I hadn’t even met yet, due to her reclusive tendencies. It had been a few months but things still felt oddly disjointed from a social standpoint. We didn't talk much if ever. Which was sort of my preference. But I would have preferred if things felt a little less awkward. None of us seemed like bad people, but I didn’t think we had the social skills of an average person if you added our abilities together, or multiplied them for that matter. As a result, I was hoping to just quietly get food for Vitae, without having to explain her existence. Or the reasoning I was hoarding snacks in my room. Unfortunately for me. It became clear rather immediately that our small dorms kitchen was occupied.

Becca was manning the kitchen. She was a girl about my height, though a bit more athletic, her body toned and well looked after. I wouldn’t have called her fit, so much as I would’ve called her proper. Everything about her was that way. Her eyebrows were the perfect length, she wore just enough makeup to help, but not enough to say anything about her personality. Her dyed black hair was a little long but always in a practical pony tail. She was wearing the sort of clothes I’d wear to a job interview, albeit with an apron. Sometimes I could swear you could literally feel the pressure radiating off her body like something out of a cheesy anime. To call her uptight would’ve been an understatement. Though she never took it out on other people. Walking into the kitchen. I realized she was baking. A poor sign for her mood. It was the closest thing she had to coping strategy. A habitual stress baker. If we all actually got along well, we’d probably wind up pretty chubby with the amount she baked. But as it was, she didn't even eat that stuff herself. In fact, I didn't know what she did with it.

I glanced up at the various kitchen cupboards and entertained the thought of grabbing some snacks out of them. But the second I stepped into the general space of the kitchen Becca shot me a glance. I doubt she intended for it to be a glare, but I felt everything short of killing intent emanating from it. I backed off instinctually. In return she let out an apologetic sigh. “If you need food, Trish brought some takeout but I’m not going to eat it” she suggested beginning to roll out some dough. “That’d be great thanks” I nodded appreciatively and noticed the unopened bag of takeout. The fact that Trisha bought food for everyone warmed my heart a bit. Even if it had worked out awkwardly in my case. The food was likely to be dreadfully lukewarm. But given Vitae’s plush curves, I doubted she’d be picky. I couldn’t imagine what they were serving was any better in hell at the very least.

Vitae was sitting up on my bed, the candles on her summoning circle having burnt down to wicks. “Ohh, more of that food from earlier” she said sitting up. She was wearing my sheets to keep herself chaste. Which I’m sure went against something in the succubus training manual. Even if the way they loosely hung around and emphasized her wide curves, was still doing a plenty good job seducing me. “Uh....yeah, in my house we were taught to treat our guests properly” I offered. I didn't have the heart to tell her that the greasy salty food, was not in fact gourmet cooking. She seemed to enjoy it after all. I put the bag on the bed and almost immediately she opened it and started digging in. She ate, in an unintentionally sensual manner. Her bites were large, and greedy as if she was attempting to get as much into her body as she could possibly could. When sauce, salt and juice began to stain her soft face, she’d lick it clean before going right back for more. She savored every single bite, slurp and movement of her mouth. Plump lips pouting as she finally reached the bottom of the bag. I had been planning to talk to her while she ate. But instead she had left me stunned. I was beginning to see the succubus in her. As she ate, I felt a strange sort of warmth, emanating off of her, and into me.

Though it was difficult in the aftermath of her meal. She was reclining back, no doubt due to the extent of her bloated middle. The rounded dome protruding from her middle had led to her crossing her plush thighs to let it rest between them. It was practically an orb of laden calories. She stifled a soft belch with the back of her hand. It jiggled her soft frame slightly. The thick girl looking slightly out of it as she patted her dome of a gut with one hand and rubbed it with the other. It seemed she had maybe overdone it a tad. “I’m...super sorry, this is rather uhh...” she apologized beginning to blush at the indignity of having gorged herself round. “You were hungry I get it...if we’re going to talk about this, we should probably do it on a full stomach” I explained. But to my surprise she started blushing further. Stifling another soft belch with the back of her hand. I was equally surprised to hear another familiar, purring like sound coming from her stuffed gut. Her stomach was growling again. Even as gravid as she was it seemed she was still hungry. What’s more she was getting warmer and so was I. In that strange distracting way.

It took me a little while to process the buildup in heat. There was something so strangely mesmerizing about her that I couldn’t quite place. The way her bloated dome of a gut rose and fell with her heavy breathing. The way that breathing sent just the hint of a jiggle through the rest of her figure. The way her slightly pink skin was so clearly visible through the slightly see through bedding. I opened my mouth to comment on the fact she was still hungry. My words in my mind melted like ice cream on a summers day.I shook my head a little. Presumably it was just the dizziness brought on by having my fundamental reality altered. Magic being real was after all the hugest of deals, processing that revelation was bound to be a bit of a head ache. “Uhh, I was wondering.... actually, if you could get me more” the succubus groaned through her panting. I blinked several times and before I knew it was on my feet. The most I could offer her was a nod an eager nod as I found myself in a bit of a rush to get out of the room. Yet simultaneously filled with a deep desire to stay.

Getting outside the room I actually inhaled, as if to breath fresh air. My room wasn’t quite that stuffy, but for some reason I felt like I had just climbed out of a too hot shower. My footing ever so slightly unstable. My problem wasn’t helped by the fact that actually getting food for Vitate was looking like it might be something of an undertaking. Though a thought occurred to me as I stood in the hall way. With the sounds the succubus's stomach were making I doubted she would be particularly picky. If calories were all she needed I was fairly sure I could just grab the no doubt uneaten delivery to one of the other girls. As I put myself into motion it took the slightest bit of effort. Like I was somehow psychologically magnetized to my room. My destination was only across the hall but for some reason it felt so much further.

Faith was a funny anomaly of a girl. A rather short, strawberry blonde girl, with soft features, hailing from a small country town that couldn’t be pronounced, without a thick southern drawl. Like the rest of us she seemed prone to self-isolation. But unlike the rest of us she seemed inclined to break the cycle, she’d go out to parties, and disappear for weeks, and then return, seeming to hibernate. As a result, she was a compulsive yo yo dieter of the most extreme order. Though it seemed every time her weight went back up, it went just the slightest bit higher. Thankfully I knew she on a cut. I knocked on her door and got a vague grunt of approval. Poking my head in I found her lazing on her rooms small couch wearing sweat pants and a hoodie that was several sizes too big for her, almost akin to a blanket on her petite frame. I just pointed at the unopened bag of takeout. She raised an eyebrow, but yawned and shrugged. Her sleep schedule was usually a wreck. I’d wager Vitate could’ve strode into the room and eaten it off the country girls' body, and she likely wouldn’t have noticed.

Nevertheless, the loot was mine. Once it was in hand, I felt a surge of relief completely disproportionate to my accomplishment. The heat was back, making me ever so slightly dizzy as I returned to the room. Vitae had dropped the pretense of the sheets. Completely naked and sprawled on my bed in all of her thick sensuality. As I brought the bag over, she was practically salivating. Even as she struggled slightly to reach over her own middle to tear the bag open. And tear she did, the flimsy material splitting in half, covering her in the food contained inside. Whether she didn't notice or didn't care I couldn’t process. All that filled my head was the dizzying warmth. As she ate, the feeling became increasingly clear to me. The woman on the bed, ate like a carnivore. Her teeth, no her fangs seemed sharper than before, her greedy tounge ever so slightly longer. Her middle gurgled in protest as it rounded out, and she covered her pink skin in salt, and hints of sauce. She exuded a wild, passion for her meal, as she ate herself rounder and rounder. The heat in my head began to reach a feverish intensity. Eventually she was licking her hands clean, the greasy bounty exhausted. With a deep firey glow in her eyes she grasped me by the collar and yanked me closer. “I want more” she ascertained. The heat flashed like oil tossed on a flame and with it burned away my consciousness as I passed out from the pressure.