Chapter 3 - appetites

I awoke to the silky feelings of bed sheets on my face. My body completely slack as my upper half was flopped unceremoniously onto my bed. There were a few moments where it all made perfect sense. It had all been a dream. I had simply fallen asleep due to overworking myself. That in itself was almost less realistic than the succubus if I was being honest. After all I was a slacker by nature. But that wasn’t the biggest hole within my few milliseconds of being worry free. The smell was the biggest giveaway. It smelled of salt and starch. Grease and fried food. Almost overpowering. With that inhalation I felt it again. Albeit weaker than before I had passed out. That heat within my head. That energy that seemed to tug at my consciousness, and left my willpower feeling all too weak. It hadn’t been a dream.

I had set a succubus loose in our student house. A seemingly ravenous, and almost terrifyingly innocent succubus at that. As difficult as It was, I pressed up from the bed and onto my feet unsteadily. Gazing at the destroyed wrappers and light sauce stains she had left in her wake. I wish I could say it was some noble instincts that had gotten me up. A desire to protect my friends or vanquish the fiend. But in truth it was raw curiosity, assisted by the tugging heat of the strange feeling that had me making my way to where she’d be. The door had been left open at least, the general lighting pouring in from the gaps in my blinds told me it wasn’t that much later in the day. I made my way into hall and was briefly concerned I wouldn’t be able to find her. Until I noticed a red trail dripping down the hallway. It wasn’t blood, it was probably ketchup from when she had been eating like a pig. Yet all the same it should’ve been far more worrying than it was. I slowly followed it towards the kitchen door. It didn't take a genius to figure out why she’d been there. Even as full as a blimp she had clearly advertised her intentions, the demoness wanted more.

I got as far as the door frame, when I saw pink and took a step to the side. The warmth in my body, told me not to. That I should get closer to her. But I used every bit of rationality and hard-won inertia I could muster to instead just watch. The succubus rear was what stood out to me the most. I finally had a good view and it was quite impressive indeed. Each cheek was jiggly and soft, yet also pert, almost pie shaped in their perfection. Some part of me wanted to use them as stress toys. They were noticeable primarily because she was bent over slightly. Her torso was pressed into someone else, arms wrapped around her prey. Normally that would’ve resulted in her tits being pressed against their back. But as totally bloated as was, instead it was mostly her gut pressing into her. Becca was her target of course, the beautiful girl looked on with half lidded eyes and heavy breathing. Her hands continued to bake, seemingly rolling out some heavy looking dough. It seemed she was a bit out of it, the dough ball in question wouldn’t even fit in the oven I was pretty sure. As comically oversized as it was.

“Come on, you’re going to make me more right” The succubi pleaded with a needy look on her face and a pout on her plump lips. The demoness tried to lean in further, but the extra pressure on her overtaxed gut caused her to grunt. “Of course...I just need to make sure.... all the steps...are done properly” Becca attempted to explain. Her words were weak, her tone non-committal. But even as she succumbed to the same heat that was making me shaky in the knees, her commitment to perfectionism remained. “Don’t worry about that....I...” The succubus began to protest her hands begin to creep upwards. Pawing lewdly and ineffectually at Becca’s chest. “I just...need you to fill me up...” the succubus pouted licking her lips. Her words contrasting with the loud gurgling of the pink dome, that was her gut. “But you’re soooo uptight” she moaned using a slightly clawed fingertip to begin popping buttons on Becca’s shirt. The would-be stress bakers' breasts wobbled a bit as they were freed One, two, three they all flew off. Tit flesh pouring up and outwards. The buttons landed in the kitchen sink. Each one lost bared more and more till only the bra remained.

Each one elicited a groan from Becca that would’ve shamed any of the finest x rated actresses. And sent a pulse of that mind-bending heat, into my own breasts. I felt my nipples hardening, one of my hands sliding up my own midriff. My own sexuality was uncharted territory, but it seemed the succubus was either dragging the answer out of me, or giving me a new one. I had never realized how stacked Becca was. It wasn’t dramatic, but they were a solid pair of double Ds. I suspected she did her best to wear outfits that hid them. As Vitae used her clawed finger to snap her bra hook, and they bounced to the fullest extent of freedom I could see why. My image of her was a stern academic professional, but with those big tits bared, with her face panting and her cheeks flushed, I couldn’t think of her as anything but lewd. The succubus grabbed onto them and began to knead them. Playing with them as Becca seemed to melt. Her hands still tried to bake, but she wasn’t making any progress. Every touch from the succubus was practically causing her to convulse with pleasure. Soon her hands were off the dough and on top of the succubi’s, pleasuring her own chest. I was only half conscious of the fact I was rubbing my own through my shirt.

“Am... I?” Becca asked finally mustering a response to the question asked long ago. Her answer having been delayed by the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through her. Her voice held an almost mood ruining realism to it. A vulnerability that seemed to cut through the fog, the heat and her own building libido. “Duh, it’ll still taste pretty good if you eat it like this” Vitae practically purred her hands reaching down from Becca’s chest. She tore of a messy handful of the sugary dough and brought it to Becca’s lips. As the dazed girl moaned the succubi pressed the dough between the topless girls' lips. The moan she made was on par with those from having her tits teased. “So good” she panted, her words were soon met with more mouthfuls. The succbus leveraged her overtaxed gut to push Becca further against the counter. The once dignified girls tits bouncing off the counter top. That next moan was stifled by yet more dough. Becca gobbled it down with a greed that contrasted her previous willpower. Even the food was getting her off. The succubus more than happy to provide.

I licked my lips, and realized I was trying to fiddle with my bra hook. At some point I had ditched my shirt not that I could remember. It seemed I was only still wearing anything at all thanks to the miracle of my own lack of hand eye I coordination. The heat in my body, and especially the heat situated below my belt screamed at me to go out and join them. To stuff myself full of dough like Becca. To let myself be filled with pleasure and food. To free myself to hedonism. But I willed my legs not to move with the last of my ability to think freely. Partially because I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt the scene, and partially because I knew if I did Vita could do whatever the hell she wanted with me. All I could do was watch as the stuffing continued and try not to lose myself completely to the raw sensuality that poured out of every inch of Vitate’s raw curves.

The two of them were completely wild, driven solely by their pleasure. At some point Becca had begun grinding her pert ass up against Vitate’s stuffed gut. The demoness meanwhile seemed to stuff her harder, as if to reward her for her behavior. The demoness occasionally ceasing her work to lick her hands completely clean. Afterall it seemed she didn't want to waste any of the half-finished feast. The giant ball of dough was depleting rapidly in the lewd display. Disappearing directly into Becca’s stomach. It was beginning to distend out with the sheer amount of calories it was struggling to contain. But the building pressure only seemed to push Becca further. I could see her pleasure building the more her stomach capacity was strained, the more Vitae filled her up. I watched one sphere shrink and the other one grow, and grow. Rounding out, building mass, and distending several inches. Till the counter top was clear of dough. And Becca was bloated enough to have a belly that was pressing against the underside of the counter. She was a sight to behold, drooling, with cheeks caked with flour and sugar, eye lids half lidded and half rolled back into her head with pleasure. A final moan escaped her. One that had clearly brought her to a climatic finish. The undignified woman, going utterly slack.

I wanted that, I wanted to march right out there and offer myself up. To be utterly at the whims of the beautifully curvaceous succubus. I took a step out, a single step towards her. But then the heat changed. Across the room I could see Vitae stagger back as well, losing her foot and landing on her ass on the floor. Her own gaze half lidded, her mouth lewdly open as a stream of pink smoke seemed to pour out from below Becca’s gurgling gut. Trailing across the room towards the succubus’s waiting gullet. I felt her hold loosen. And I dashed. The stream got to her first. Flowed down through her plump lips and even bloated her cheeks a little like a squirrel as she inhaled it down. Her gut distended another few inches as the pink girl panted. I suspected she was having quite a good time. So, it’s unfortunate I ruined by tackling her, throwing my legs around her middle and grabbing her by her horns. “Alright sweet cheeks, time to talk” I told her as she began to squeal out of a mixture of surprise, and perhaps dismay at having her moment ruined.