Chapter 5 - roomates

“Vivian” was a friend of mine I had met during a student exchange in France back in high school. She was pretty and a bit of a ditz. She wore the sort of clothes you could buy at a 24-hour general store, but it was totally fine because a solid 10 could make anything look could. She had a naturally hungry disposition, but was totally chill. Even if you forget to label your food and she eats it, she’s so cute you’ll forgive her immediately. That was the hasty background story I had created to explain Vitae. Given I was fairly sure telling people she was a succubus I had summoned wasn’t going to go over well. It was also the sales pitch I gave my roommates. At least the three I could find. It wasn’t a fantastic one. It didn't help I had only known for a little more than a day when I gave it. I was fairly sure Trisha and Faith would be too non-confrontational to object. The only problem would be Becca. But in a surprising move she simply let it pass with a shrug. As far I could tell she had no memory of her magically assisted dalliance with our new roommate. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a result of those “minor side effects”. Not that I was going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Just as casually as she was accepted, Vitae integrated herself into our lives under her alias. I initially hung around her like a clingy parent during student teacher meetings. I was terrified she’d say something to give herself away. But it quickly became clear she was better at socializing than I was. Her bubby energy and constant barrage of request lent her this needy sort of charm, that would’ve won people over even without her being a demoness. Any gaffs related to her messing up some part of regular people behavior, or mentioning something she shouldn’t was just laughed off. In fact, she was so infectiously cheery it seemed like it was leading the entire household to become a little chattier. The other girls seemed to be occasionally bonding a little either by talking to her at the same time. Or talking about her behind her back. I was waiting for someone to bring up the fact she wasn’t paying rent. But as the days passed nobody seemed to bring it up. I chalked that up to the fact she was sleeping on a futon in my room. Or maybe just the fact everyone enjoyed her presence too much to bring it up.

Of course, it would’ve been fantastic if she was actually, a sociable loveable cinnamon bun from a real French exchange many years prior. But she wasn’t. She was a succubus, from according to her, the first line of the pleasure courts in the land of the damned. There were little instances where things just seemed to happen to her. I’d walk in on one of my roommate snuggling into her bust having only known for a few days. There were instances I caught her looking at one of them with something that certainly wasn’t a craving for conventional food substances. Not to mention she had a tendency to wind up dressed borderline scandalously. On the days she actually remembered to put on clothes. The only things she seemed to always wear were knee high or thigh highs, because she “liked the texture”. Which only made her seem more naked when they were the only thing on her body. True to her word though, nobody was given the suck, nobody experienced any drastic personality shifts. If anyone's boobs were being grabbed, they were probably Vitae’s herself. The thick set girls curves had become something of a point of discussion during the rare conversations shared between the original roommates. They settled on D. They were off by two sizes.

When it became clear the household wasn’t going to turn into an orgy the second, I took my eyes off her I relaxed a little. In fact, I relaxed enough to return somewhat to my original hermit lifestyle. Which meant it was time for nerd research. As previously mentioned, I had gone through a gothic/occult phase in high school. Yet from what little Vitae explained it was clear nothing I had ever stumbled upon had the real truth. Not that it stopped me from revisiting old forums and cringing myself into a near heart attack at some of my old posts. The only good thing I got out of it was some primo smut, but even then, with a live-in succubus, I had a feeling I’d be hesitating the ring the devils doorbell for a while. If I did decide to it wasn’t like I wouldn’t be starved for real world material. In the end I settled on the unfortunate reality if I wanted the truth to be written down somewhere, I’d have to be the one to do it. So, I started badgering her with some questions of my own. We didn't get almost anywhere, given it was Vitae I was interviewing. But at the very least she was a little less alien by the end of it. I figured when I was finished, I’d sell it as fiction under the name “Interviews with the worlds hungriest succubus”. A name which greatly displeased Vitae who was reportedly working very hard to keep her apatite in check. I warned her she’d need to turn a profit. When she asked why, it was the best I could muster to sigh.

As I had so thoroughly advertised, Vitae was eating a lot. Quite a bit more than her share. Probably several times her share. It seemed that even with her demonic appearance concealed her ability to gorge herself round remained. The button of her shorts seemed to spend more time unbuttoned than actually buttoned up. It seemed like hunger wasn’t a variable in deciding whether or not she would eat. Her only barometer seemed to be whether or not food was available. If there was anything even slightly in her vicinity that was edible it found its way into her gut to some slight moans of pleasure. Her standards were almost nonexistent. She’d eat leftovers, food that was clearly meant for other people, any food that was in the kitchen when she arrived. She reminded me more of my family's goat with every passing morsel gobbled down. Given we were four girls living with roommates and paying stereotypically extreme college fees we honestly didn't really have the food to spare. Especially for a succubus who I was beginning to think didn't actually need any regular food at all. Certainly, her hedonistic eating style would indicate pleasure was a reason for her to chow down. It seemed that every evening I’d come home from class and find her cradling a distended belly snoozing on the couch.

There were other factors that only saw to it that the situation was worsened. Namely that the others seemed to be enabling her. I wasn’t sure if they thought it was cute or charming, or if it was perhaps some fascination with the way food just seemed to disappear down her gullet with such ease. Either way they seemed to be treating her to snacks. At one point I’d even caught Trisha having her eat chocolate raisins that were being flicked through the air. Like she was training a particularly gluttonous pet to do tricks. People even bought extra food for her when they went out. If she hadn’t promised not to use any “Sex voodoo” on them I would’ve been seriously suspicious. Instead it seemed her personality alone was enough to get her what she wanted. Which was ever so slightly terrifying. Both because it demonstrated her power, and because even in the short time she was staying with us her overconsumption was having visible side effects. Namely on my bank account. More often than not instead of buying two meals, one for her and one for me I was buying four. Her level of gluttony was straining my bank account more than I could’ve predicted.

It was also straining other things like her cheap clothes. If you had asked me before meeting her if a succubus could get fat, I would’ve laughed at you. But I was slowly watching it happen in real time. The already soft demoness was growing softer by the day. An extra few inches around the waist. A bit more boob flesh rising out of her bra line. Not quite threatening to spill over, but clearly swelling. Her thighs ever pillow like were beginning to encroach on one another, her already perilous thigh gap fading away. I was even beginning to wonder if when she bothered to try and button her shorts up again, she’d fail thanks to new tummy fat. It was almost fascinating to watch her swell and thicken. It was a dramatic but still humanly possible pace as I could tell. But I couldn’t help but wonder if her true demonic shape was even more exaggerated. Her real-world rear was beginning to catch up on its original true size. It stood the reason the real thing would be bigger. Yet if Vitae was aware of these changes, she didn't mention them. She continued greedily pleading for more. It was almost comfortably consistent. As the echoing of her pleading, and the sounds of her gorging echoed, two weeks past.

“I want more I’m hungry” the succubus objected from her place sat by the kitchen table. Thick thighs spread lewdly, covered by a pair of pink white and blue pinstripe thigh highs that dug slightly into her now more giving fat. A part of me wanted to chastise her sitting arrangement but I decided to start with her greed. “You already eat like a blackhole, I’m not making you any more, beg someone else” I told her as I continued creating some pancakes. Faith who was sitting across from her shrugged. “Sorry, I’m kind of looking forward to getting my share” she explained before the succubus could even ask her. It seemed she was bulking again. I turned back towards the stove and froze. Conscious of something soft and sweet smelling pressing into my side. I turned and found Viate’s face inches from mine. “I’m....Hungry” she reiterated her voice almost shaking a little. As her irises flashed and glowed with pastel pink light. I gulped both at her invasion of my personal space and what those words meant. It seemed my time to ignore that particular issue was up.