Chapter 1: capture

This is my first published FA story, and it’s in 2nd person for some god awful reason. I apologize in advance. This is going to have elements of sub/dom, stuffing, feral behavior, weight gain, force feeding, probably some piss, biting/scratching, and one big hot lesbian demoness with a particular fetish ;) enjoy!


Glowing, owlish eyes watch you from the darkness, round and unblinking, slit-pupiled, catlike, and amber. A few strands of dark, messy hair fall in front of them and partially obscure their eerie light. The eyes dim slightly, then blink and turn away.

You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding. The demon has been watching you for a long time now, but surprisingly it hasn’t attacked. You summoned it by accident—surely your lack of protective wards would be plenty of incentive for the demon to strike, and yet it does nothing. You hold perfectly still as it shuffles around the clearing, desperate to avoid its attention. It sniffs the air a few times, casts you one final otherworldly and unreadable look, and then slips away into the deep shadows of the trees.

Is it gone, or is it just biding its time and waiting for you to let your guard down? You unfold your body from where it had been pressed against a stony outcropping and take a few shaking steps into the clearing. Quickly, you begin to set up a protective circle with your scattered spell components, trembling all the while. You’ve barely lit the final candle before it--she, you realize--is back, inches from your barrier, growling lowly in the back of her throat.

You can see her clearly, now—she’s tall, taller than most humans, and dressed in rags with a slouching posture and legs like an animal. Wicked claws adorn her fingers and toes, each one a dull black and lightly serrated. Her hair is long and greasy, a dark tangled mess obscuring her vivid amber eyes, and from it two long ears project outward and twitch curiously. Her skin is green-grey, lighter on the tips of her small horns and darker on her extremities. You notice her long, whiplike tail when she flicks it aggressively against some underbrush, with the tuft on the end matted and full of burrs. She slinks around your ward with slow, deliberate steps, eyeing you hungrily.

Your heart thunders in your ears. There’s no way your barrier can hold against such a high level demon, even a feral one—your only chance is to reinforce it before she breaks it open. You begin scrawling sigils on the ground, but at your action she stops her prowling to glower at you. Her hand darts forward and collides with the shimmering, mostly translucent barrier harshly. Her claws screech against it, and with a crackle of magic, a brief snarl of displeasure, and minimal effort on her part, she breaks through.

In the time it takes for you to register what happened, she’s pounced. A massive clawed hand wraps around your throat, uncomfortably hot and impossibly strong. You paw at her arm, fighting desperately for air, gasping and wheezing as spots begin to crowd your vision. The demon’s weight presses against you as she pins you with her entire body, and your struggles grow weak. I’m going to die here, you realize distantly, and a moment later everything goes black.

You’re surprised when you wake up. It’s horribly, abysmally dark, your entire body throbs from a combination of magic strain and being choked to unconsciousness, and everything smells like moist dirt. You sit up as best you can, only to freeze at the sight of two glowing amber eyes once again staring at you from the darkness. Shit. You had sort of hoped she’d left you for dead and you could make your escape, but it looks like that wasn’t going to be the case. In a flash, she’s on top of you and pinning your arms to the ground.

You whimper in terror as her head draws closer, but instead of eating the skin off your face, she leans in to snuffle curiously at your neck and hair. You shiver in fear as her nose trails down towards your neck. She inhales deeply, then draws her lips back and presses her half-open mouth against your throat with a growl. She pants and snarls, pressing massive wolflike fangs against the tender skin of your throat and the bruises she left there earlier.

You let out a choked sob as her tongue presses against your flesh, right above your jugular, almost as if she’s feeling your pulse. A deep, primal part of you cowers in submission.
In a moment it’s over, and she’s sniffing down the length of your body, spending extra time on your chest, stomach, and groin. With one final satisfied huff, she brings her head back up to your face and studies you intently. You shiver weakly and try to hold in your terrified sobs. Is she going to eat me?

She tips back and lets your arms go, but sits on your legs to prevent your escape. She paws at her face, making strange retching sounds, before grabbing your wrists again and pinning you to the ground. She leans forward and spits huge globs of something sticky and weblike onto your wrists. It hardens seconds later and you find yourself utterly helpless and cuffed to the floor. The globs are white and slightly translucent as far as you can tell in the low light. They flex slightly as you push against them, but hold tight.

She retreats to watch you struggle against your bonds, then, seemingly satisfied, disappears.

***

Hours pass. As dawn approaches, light begins to filter down through the trees and chase away the chill in your bones. As soon as you’re able to see you realize you’re in a cave, and the substance pinning you to the floor is indeed some sort of web. You’ve been trying to stay awake, but exhaustion drags at your eyelids like tiny anchors. It’s been so long since you last slept, and you regret doing magic when you’d been so tired in the first place. Now you’re going to die in the woods to the hands (claws?) of a demon you hadn’t intended to summon, all because you skipped out on a good nap and some basic protective sigils.

As if your thoughts had summoned her again, the demoness appears in the cave entrance, dragging something with her. Your heart begins to pound in your ears and your struggles begin anew. Unexpectedly, a pleasant smell greets you. The tempting aroma of fast food fills the air, emanating from the huge cardboard box she’s dragging behind her. She must’ve scrounged around in the nearby town and found the McDonald’s trash, or something, you think in a daze. Against your will, your stomach growls demandingly. It’s been probably close to fifteen hours since you’ve eaten anything and you’re starving. She leans in to nose at your lean stomach, looking… oddly disappointed, for some reason.

Much to your disbelief, she drags the box next to you and presses a mildly squashed but surprisingly fresh burger against your lips. Wondering if you’ve finally lost it, you open your mouth and take a bite. She feeds it to you carefully—a marked contrast to her earlier behavior—and before you’ve even finished chewing is holding a second to your lips. You finish this one more slowly than the first. You’re hungry, yes, but you don’t often eat two large burgers (you don’t usually eat much at all, really) and can already feel your stomach starting to protest. It goes down after a few oddly quiet minutes filled with nothing but the sound of your chewing and your eyes studying each other intently. A moment after the last bite is gone, a straw is pressed to your lips and a 30 oz flat root beer follows. She waits for you to drink all of it. By now, swallowing feels like a struggle as your body protests the sudden influx of calories. The liquid slips down your throat and settles like a rock among the hard packed food, sickly sweet and lukewarm, but a welcome respite from the burgers. You’re verging on uncomfortably full, and your tight belt and small pants are starting to press uncomfortably into your stomach. A tiny sliver of your tummy peeks out from under your shirt as it rides up on the growing bump of your stomach.

You think she’s finally finished, but as soon as the last drops enter your system, there’s another burger against your lips. You pant softly in discomfort, but close your mouth stubbornly every time the burger comes close to your lips. Her eyes narrow hatefully, and a moment later her teeth are against your bare neck and a growl rumbles against your skin. The message is clear. Trembling, you force yourself to take another bite, and then another, and then another. She presses her mouth against your throat as you swallow, shivering as the lump presses against her hot, damp tongue.

She feeds you like this for some time. You aren’t sure how many burgers she crams into your body in the end, but finally, you reach a point where you truly can’t go on. Your stomach is a hard, bulging, distended mass visible over your breasts. It’s red, tight, and has a faint sweaty sheen. You’ve never seen it this big and bloated before, and you whimper in distress and pant softly in pain. Your shirt has long since ridden up and left it bare, and the massive dome blocks your view of your feet. A tiny thrill of horror, disgust, and something you can’t identify at the moment courses through your veins.

The demon seems to understand you’ve reached your limit and stops feeding you, but your respite is short lived. She begins to lick your belly with a wide, damp tongue, massaging it with her fingers when she pauses. You squirm in discomfort, but her massaging is starting to ease some of your pain. Her spit tingles strangely and feels like it’s sinking into your overstretched skin. Slowly, the cramps ease, and your body relaxes somewhat. Full, exhausted, confused, and overwhelmed, you sink off into a deep, dreamless sleep.