chapter 8

“A month has passed since the disappearance of alternative influencer Raven Sommers and police have no leads on what may have happened to her. Lead Detective Morrow has been interviewed saying that there are no leads and no traces left behind. It’s as if she has vanished. Mysteriously, her apartment was bare when police entered to investigate for potential clues. There were no traces of forced entry, leading detectives to scramble for clues. None were found, but reports have come in lately that the case has already run cold. It’s suspected that the disappearance of Ms. Sommers will have to remain a mystery with police having nothing to run on. Fans had speculated that she was into Devil worship, noticing pieces of Satanic imagery in the backgrounds of her photos on Instagram. Her account The_Bat_Queen666 hasn’t had an update since the night of her disappearance. We’ll have another video up about this mystery as we learn more details on this case. Count Mortimer signing off!”

Raven tossed her phone to the side in frustration. Yet another YouTube video speculated on her whereabouts.

She hadn’t realized leaving the mortal realm would cause such a stir. If she were to return, which she couldn’t, no one would recognize her. Raven’s body was. . . much different than it had been before. . . larger.

Two weeks had passed since that televangelist had made a royal mistake in front of the Dark Lord himself and not much had changed other than her body. Lucifer and her had bonded more since that day, coming closer as a couple. Even though he had been quite busy as of late, he still had taken the time out of his schedule to visit and hang out with her. Of course he would feed her a snack or stuff her belly full of food until she felt like exploding, but she looked forward to that.

During her time alone, she had set on learning the language of the demons.

Latin.

She vaguely remembered from high school but now it almost came naturally. A succubus named Ezmakiah, one of the demons who had given her sex life tips, tutored her daily. This demon grew to become her best friend; the two inseparable when Ezmakiah wasn’t busy doing her dirty work in the mortal world. The words now flowed smoothly from her tongue and she would practice with Ezmakiah and Lucifer. She employed her new knowledge of Latin on Lucifer when seducing him. The tips and new language did wonders for their sex life, the aftermath adding more flesh to her growing body.

Over the past two weeks she had grown bigger in size, her body becoming softer and heavier. Her weight ballooned from one-hundred and eighty-five to two-hundred and ten pounds. A whopping twenty-five pounds had been added, the bulk going to her belly. The round jiggly mass now sat in her lap, her belly button deepening from the sheer amount of fat. Another roll had been added to her waist with more stretch marks racing across her stretched skin.

Her knees had chubbied up and so had her fingers, each digit becoming cute little sausages. Raven’s thighs had expanded and widened, making a table of flesh for her huge belly to rest upon when seated. Chicken wings had developed on her upper arms while her face rounded more, the double chin becoming more prominent. The real prize was her bum, a hefty round curvaceous mass of jiggling fat when she walked. Her ass alone could rival Kim Kardashian’s, her pale flesh starting to dimple.

Lucifer couldn’t keep his hands off her. They’d romp like rabbits every time they saw each other and when they shared a bed at night. During his visits when taking a break from work, he’d feel her body up. He would measure every inch, weigh her on a scale, and proceed to stuff her silly with multiple trays piled with food. When she was good and stuffed, he’d stuff her with his manhood and bring her to ecstasy.

Daily she was happy and sated with food and sex. It had taken a toll on her figure but she loved it. She wondered why she had been so afraid to be fat before.

Being fat and growing fatter had brought nothing but pleasure and happiness; the total opposite of what magazines and tv had told her. At this point, she had been fully released from the societal strains of needing to be picture perfect based on someone else’s standards. Lucifer and Ezmakiah had helped develop a new confidence that had never been there before. Plus, demons made great friends.

Ezmakiah and Raven would get together once a night for a Girl’s Night where they’d get stupidly drunk and have fun. They would binge watch Netflix and score actors on how hot they were. Raven learned Ezmakiah had a thing for Henry Cavill, the succubus having visited him many times for a piece of him. Together, they’d discuss all the people Ez had bedded in her four-thousand years of existence. At the end of the night, they’d split up and head back home.

“Ah, my beautiful wife, you look stunning tonight.” Lucifer greeted Raven. He sat on the bed reading an ancient looking tome, the edges worn from use. His hair had been trimmed and slicked back atop his head and around his horns. Like usual, he wore nothing in bed, his manly bits covered by the plush velvet comforter.

Already out of breath from the long walk, Raven shed the thin silk robe she wore as she reached the bed. Her body shook violently, her belly and thighs jiggling like bowls of jelly, the fat jostling about as she climbed into bed beside the Dark Lord. Once she was comfortably snuggled into Lucifer’s side with a leg wrapped around his, she thanked him.

“You look handsome as ever, you sexy devil.” Giggling she kissed his cheek, his five o’clock shadow tickling her lips.

“You’re too kind.”

Raven snuggled against him some more, his body heat warming her up. Wearing so little clothes sometimes made her cold. Lucifer was the perfect heater.

“The bigger I get the harder it is to get around, my love. I was thinking about another way my belly could grow.”

“Oh?” He closed the book and pulled her into his arms, his hands loving the feel of the soft flab under this skin. Her new body was increasingly soft and he couldn’t get enough of it. The pale flesh beneath his red was a stark contrast.

“Perhaps one day we could…have a child.”

He wasn’t even sure he could have kids. The idea has crossed his mind but he wasn’t ready to share her; not yet. Rearing a child was a lot of work he simply didn’t have time for.

Seeing her belly grow from his child would be amazing and sexy but, he wanted to wait to try. He was too busy most of the time.

“Perhaps, one day. I want more time with you to myself, Raven.” His claws lightly traced the thorny rose tattoos that circled her chubby wrists as he thought of more to say.

“Hey, Lucifer, it’s okay. When you’re ready we can discuss it again, okay?” Seeing her lovely smile warmed his chest, his love for her growing.

Raven didn’t want to be like most wives and force her husband to have a child. She knew consent went both ways and it was a big decision. They both also would have no idea how the child would come out, so that would be left to the imagination until they decided together.

“I’m glad it was you who found the book, Raven. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be holding a big beautiful goddess in my arms. I wouldn’t wake up every morning to your lovely face nor would I have someone to share my interest in music with. Life was utterly boring before you, my darling.” Gently he caressed her face, their lips colliding with one another.

Together they had something special that hadn’t been seen before in Hell. Their relationship has blossomed from a single spell book, with the help of Raven submitting to him body and soul. She literally offered her body to him. He had remolded her into a kinder and non-self centered person that he wanted to spend eternity with.

Dark thoughts about what she’d look like years down the road swirled in his mind, igniting his libido as Raven slept against him. Much to his distress, he felt his erection poking into her belly fat and had to think of something else to not pounce her on her sleep. Romping would have to be saved for tomorrow. He was much too tired.

Tomorrow he’d stuff her with so much food that she would beg for release. He wanted to make that belly of hers right beneath his skin as he stuffed it beyond capacity. The Dark Lord always got what he wanted, and he’d get just that tomorrow.