Chapter 11 - weaknesses

I stared at the scale beneath me and the number it displayed so brazenly. Apparently according to Faith and Becca it was broken. The number was certainly higher than I had been expecting. But as I idly reached out a hand and pressed it into my stomach I wondered if it was that wrong. There was a layer of softness there. It was hardly surprising, in an ideal scenario Vitae’s endless gluttony would’ve kept me fit, since all food seemed to disappear within hours of entering our small apartment. Yet the sheer depravity of the demonic glutton's diet was more than sufficient to ruin that positive. Greasy foods, beer and a sedentary lifestyle were already prime threats to a college girl. But Vitae made it damn near impossible to avoid having a bad meal here or there. I wasn’t exercising all that much either, since I was busy with my unceasingly fruitless research into her demonic nature. I squeezed a handful of my middle and noticed a hint of a jiggle. It wasn’t even a potbelly yet, nothing a bit of self-control couldn’t fix.

I stepped off the scale and resigned myself to letting the much fatter duo know that if they wanted to replace it, they’d have to it themselves. Internally I wondered if it would’ve been rude to recommend, they pick one up with a higher than usual maximum limit. Certainly, neither of them seemed to be slowing down. I made my way to back to my room where the root of our households' sinful nature was hogging my bed. I could almost swear it was bending a little beneath her girth. The lazy succubus tried to peer at me through the gap in her oversized breasts, but found the view obstructed by the horizon of her oversized gut. Yet sitting up would’ve taken effort, a clear impasse for the embarrassingly oversized seductress. “You took a while, getting back, I hoped it was because you were bringing snacks” she pouted having seemingly settled on just talking without looking at me. “I’d tell you to get them yourself, but I think we’re out” I warned her as I took a seat on my office chair. Almost uttering a curse word as it creaked slightly. I was sure it was just a creaky old chair, but the sight of the number on the scale had made me self-conscious.

“Aww, then I hope Trisha will be back soon I need snacks” the tubby demoness protested. What she really needed was new clothes, we all mostly adjusted to her “European” sensibilities about wearing underwear in common spaces, but it almost didn't count when acres of blubber were pouring out of it. I didn't raise the issue with her since she had reminded me of something important. Namely the other obstacle to me keeping my weight down. Trisha was one of those motorcycle delivery girls for those food delivery apps that had become all the rage. She’d usually take her work home with her by bringing an order from the place she had last delivered for. Thanks to her there was a consistent flow of greasy salty delectable fast food flowing into the apartment. In fact, it was that very fast food that had been sacrificed to get me into my mess with Vitae. It had become the succubus’s favorite sort of food beyond the lustful secretions that filled her demonic stomach. She eagerly awaited Trisha’s return each day, and lately I had been waiting just as much.

“Ooh, speak of the human and she shall appear” Vite said with a broad greedy grin wobbling and huffing as she sat up on the protesting bed. Sure enough, my door had been eased open and the tall dark-skinned gal stepped through. Her long legs were clad in a pair of leather pants that seemed to be her motorcycle wear, her toned arms laden with mouth salivating greasy food. “I don’t think that’s how that expression goes” she mused sarcastically as she proceeded to distribute the bags between me and Vitate. Two large fries for me, and three burgers for the demoness, with a 2 liter between us. A rather disgracefully overindulgent feast considering there was only two of us. “It’s a totally different expression, sounds better in French” I covered for Vitae and earned a chuckle from the delivery girl. Yet as Trisha went to leave and let us wallow in our shameful diets, I noticed Vitae lick her lips, her eyes not focused on the fast food at all. “None for you?” she asked curiously. “If I ate something like that every time I left my shift, I’d probably be bigger than Faith and Becca” the fit motorcycle rider objected. “Yeah, but you know you want it anyways, right?” the succubus pressed further, her eyes beginning to glow pink.

I felt the heat begin to radiate off her body as her skin grew pinker and her curves exaggerated the succubus baring her true form. The strap of her bra almost gave away beneath the surging flesh of the well-fed devils true measurements. Trisha meanwhile almost dropped to her knees as her legs became shaky and she bobbled helplessly on her feet. “Well once couldn’t hurt I guess” she murmured, her eyes half lidded as she sat on the floor next to me. I meanwhile was completely unable to stop myself from beginning to eat. My thoughts were heavy and slow and the delicious taste of the salty fries tasted heavenly. My recollection of the scale incident mere moments prior felt distant and outside of my grasp. It felt good to eat. I tried to focus. To fight it. And just about managed to stop myself. Greedy handful of French fries still in hand.

I tensed my shoulders pretty hard as I struggled to resist the intoxicating pull of Vitae’s heightened power. I could just about stop myself from cramming every inch of the processed potato product into my greedy mouth. I was practically sweating out of the psychic exertion. Yet across from me I noticed Trisha. Her eyes looked more active than some of the girls had been, she was starting to eat, but was doing so at an oddly normal pace. Like a regular girl enjoying a small meal instead of like someone who’s deepest desires had been cracked open. It struck me that she was fighting it as well. That was no surprise. Her entire job featured her being enticed by delicious food. So, her resistance to the gluttonous succubus came as little surprise. “So how have you been” I asked her casually as I continued to struggle against Vitae’s machinations. “Pretty good, work’s been going as usual I guess” she said with a casual shrug before taking another slow bite of a French fry. Slowly but surely I could feel it getting a little easier to resist from cramming my own portion of the food into my maw.

“Aww, come on, it’s not just the usual, you’re getting to eat so much delicious food right now” the busty soft succubus protested in her pouting voice. Touching her shoulders against the sides of her gut and using her arms to present her massive prow of a chest to Trisha. Wobbling them in an enticing juicy display that had my hands shaking. Her plan was as on display as her massive curves. “I mean the foods okay, but this place honestly wouldn’t make top five” she fired back matter of factually. I let out a sigh of relief as she successfully deflected the succubus's aggressive advance. I almost felt like I could return to normalcy. Until I felt something overwhelmingly soft pressing into my side. Enveloping and pushing up against me, my shoulder having become utterly engulfed in fatty succubus cleavage. “You agree with me right...this food is just soooo good” she whispered into my ear her voice saccharine sweet, her tone lewd and pleading. I felt my body sinking into hers and my resistance melting like an ice cream cone in a supernova. An instant evaporation.

I crammed a fistful of fries into my mouth. Relishing that salty greasy savory flavor as it flooded my mouth and stained my fingers. It was so good, yet the memory of the scale stood out profoundly in my mind. Unfortunately, I felt utterly compelled. I had to do something, had to eat, had to find some outlet for the energy she was flooding me with. I started to double fist the fries so as to indulge even easier in blatant overconsumption. Across from me Trisha continued her normal eating, clearly affected but also mostly restraining herself. A paragon of resistance to the succubus charms that had blasted past my meek defenses. Looking at her eating so casually made my pigging out a sharp contrast. I felt like an absolute pig by comparison to her. Thinking of the scale clarified to me that she was probably even skinnier than I was as well. Wrapping her soft arm around Vitae seemed content to watch me overindulge, to treat me as her luxuriant meal for the evening. Marking me as the glutton. The energies were building in me. I didn't want to be a fat pig like Faith and Becca. But that flood of energy hungered for an outlet. I took a fistful of French fries.

Then pushed it against Trisha’s lips. Her eyes widened but she chewed obediently. “How could you say this isn't great you’ve just got to try more” I insisted my voice cracking slightly. I was hoping Vitae’s perception altering would help. But mostly I just needed to cram the food into somebody's gut. The strong-willed woman silently nodded slowly as I forcefully fed her another piece of the fast-food feast. My pace was as consistent as the overwhelming heat that was suffusing my body. It was reliving those energies to feed her. To push the food into her and remove her choice from the matter. I could see she was enjoying the food even in the quantity and speed at which I was feeding it too her. Yet I could tell her defenses hadn’t been fully cracked open. So, I upped my offence grasping one of the huge juicy burgers Vitae had come to love. Trisha attempted to back up as I took it in hand. But she only found her back sinking into Vitae’s gut blubber. At some point the pink succubus had gotten behind her. The degenerate demoness wrapping her hands around the food delivery girl from behind her. The succubus was pleased to have Trisha as her snack for the night. Though I was sure the biker girls' figure would suffer as a result.