Chapter 2

Lucifer, or whatever his name really was, monopolized Patrick's thoughts for the rest of the day, no matter how he tried to distract himself. The more he thought it over, the more he was sure that Lucifer was a harmless character who made some bizarre assumptions based on what he’d heard at the theater. As long as Patrick stayed away from that place, he'd probably never see him again.

After a modest dinner of a baked chicken breast, half a cup of rice, and steamed broccoli, Patrick settled down in front of the television. The sitcoms and reality shows didn't hold his attention, his mind kept flitting back to the restaurant and Lucifer. Patrick pulled out his laptop and started to surf for porn. Within moments the screen showed a giant, fat man lying on a bed. A relatively thin woman brought a cake to him and began stuffing it in his mouth. Both were clad only in their underwear.

Thirty minutes later Patrick closed the laptop with a yawn, and headed for the bedroom. He pulled off his pants and shirt, and paused in front of the mirrored closet doors. Regarding his slim frame, wearing only his boxer shorts, he mentally noted that he hadn't changed much since high school, at least physically. His stomach was still flat, ribs just barely visible beneath his skin. He had no real butt to speak of.

Patrick flicked the light switch off, crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.


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Eyes flicking open, Patrick noticed that sunlight shining around the curtains. Focusing his eyes on the clock, it read Ten O'clock in the morning.

"Crap, I'm late for work," he muttered.   

"Don't worry, I called in sick for you."

Patrick sprang up into a sitting position - across the room, Lucifer sat in a chair, still clad in his trench coat, one leg crossed over a knee.

"Holy crap! What the hell are you doing here?" Patrick yelled, backing up slightly on his bed. He'd shrugged off the covers, covered only by his baggy boxer shorts. His muscles tensed as he readied himself for action, not knowing what that might be.

"I'm here to fulfill my end of our deal," Lucifer said pleasantly. "As I offered, you will now get to live out your greatest fantasy - but only for one day." Lucifer nodded at Patrick.

Patrick was about to respond, but something made him freeze. Sitting in his bed, legs stretched out in front of him, he started to feel... odd. Looking down at his torso, it seemed as though his stomach was losing its definition, it was becoming smoother. It started to puff out, quickly forming a bulge. Further down, his thighs seemed to be growing softer. Wider. Patrick held up his hands in front of his face, and even as he watched, his wiry, slightly muscular forearms were becoming smoother-looking, rounder and thicker.

"What's happening?" he cried out.

"Don't fret, Patrick, your twenty-four hour journey is just beginning!" Lucifer replied.

With eyes wide, his mouth hanging open in disbelief, Patrick looked from Lucifer, still sitting placidly in the chair, down to his stomach. It was growing out right before his eyes, now bulging over the waistband of his boxers. He cupped his chest in his hands and could feel the flesh expanding, turning his flat, boney pectorals into soft mounds. He let his hands fall, and they grazed the expanding bulges of his love handles.

"Ow!" Patrick cried, as his ass and thighs became constricted by his once-baggy shorts.    Rolling onto one side, he tried to squeeze his thumbs between the squishy flab growing around his waist and the elastic band of boxers. They were far too tight, growing more snug by the second. The growing bulge of his gut spread out further and further in front of him. Patrick hollered in pain, then the side seams of the shorts tore completely apart. The relief was substantial. He fell onto his back, panting.

As Patrick lay there, catching his breath as the panic subsided, he watched as the mound of his belly grew higher and wider.    He could feel the growth of his buttocks pushing his hips higher off the bed and spreading out to either side. Bringing a hand to his face, he felt the flesh of his cheeks expanding, and the bulge of a thick double-chin forming. His thighs were pressed warmly together, and he could feel his backside spreading out toward the edges of the mattress. When he pulled his hand from his face and looked at it, he scarcely recognized it as his own - it was like a meaty slab, nestled in a pillow of flesh which obscured the wrist. Each finger was like a small, plump sausage. When he made a fist, it looked less like his fist and more like a squishy cushion.

Redirecting his gaze to the mountain growing in front of him, Patrick was shocked at how large his stomach had grown. Then, before he could even comprehend the size of his gut, he felt something pressing into his double chin. Reaching with both hands, he discovered that his breasts had grown so large and soft, they were spilling back toward his face. They had inflated to the size of bed pillows, far more flesh than Patrick's chubby hands could contain.

Patrick held his breasts in his hands, panting as the flesh expanded. It seemed to slow, and the strange feeling began to fade. Patrick remained still for a few moments more, not sure what to expect. He contemplated the weight of his body.

It took several minutes, and several attempts, before Patrick could roll onto his side. Flesh spilled around him as he maneuvered his bulk, the fat of his belly spreading out across the mattress in a wave as he turned over. It took another few minutes before he could hoist himself into a seated position on the edge of the bed. With his legs forced apart, his belly sunk down between his beefy thighs. It covered his lap entirely. Sweating from the exertion, he looked up to Lucifer, who hadn't moved.

"H-how?" Patrick sputtered. His fat cheeks made even speaking feel different.

"Let's just say..." Lucifer began, but his voice trailed off. For a moment he appeared blurry, as though he were a television station with poor reception. When he snapped back into focus, the brown-haired man in the tan coat was gone, replaced by a larger figure. This new visage was naked, with bright red skin and a chiseled, muscular physique. His head was bald, save for a black goatee. He had horns and pointed ears. A pointed tail curled out from the chair, and hooves stood where once there were feet. "...You've made a deal with the devil."

Patrick was so shocked he almost jumped, causing a tremor to pass through his gelatinous form. His fingers went to his face in surprise. He felt the soft, yielding flesh of his double chin which had engulfed his neck and the lower half of his face. "Oh my, what have I done?" he hissed. "I've made a deal with the devil... It's all true... What have I done?"

Lucifer stood up, and offered his hand to Patrick. "Now, now, Patrick, don't start panicking. You say that as if it were a bad thing. I mean to fulfill my end of the bargain, and here we are - you are now experiencing your dream. Look at yourself, you're a giant tub of lard! Come and see for yourself."

Patrick took Lucifer's hand, who had no problem helping Patrick up. Patrick stood for a moment, letting the shaking and rippling of his flesh subside while he regained his balance. He looked up at Lucifer, who stood a good foot taller than Patrick. Lucifer motioned to the mirrors that covered the closet doors. Patrick took a few tentative steps forward, waddling instead of walking, getting used to the shifting of his new bulk. Each step sent waves through his body, from his calves, up through his belly and all the way through his hanging, double chin.

"Wow," was all Patrick could muster upon seeing his reflection. He could hardly even recognize his own face, it was so laden with fat. His cheekbones and jawline were completely erased, swallowed up by the sphere of fat that seemed to join his head to his torso. His arms hung suspended at his sides, jutting out at angles as they laid on the mounds of the huge love handles that wrapped around his body. His upper arms were much thicker than his waist used to be, and his elbows were lost under rolls of fat.

Turning to one side, Patrick could see the profile of his rear end, jutting out like a table top. Patrick tried to reach back to it, but couldn't - his arms were too fat and inflexible, and the bulk of his love handles and sides got in their way. Lucifer seemed to notice this, and gave one buttock a squeeze. He chuckled, in a deep, sinister way, then slapped the buttock hard, sending it shaking and bouncing.

Patrick looked at the reflection of his legs - huge, tree trunk-like thighs tapering to enormous, thick calves, with almost no definition between them. Patrick wondered if his knees could even bend? The fat of his calves spilled over his feet, almost completely obscuring them.

By far the most flesh had settled in Patrick's enormous belly, which jutted out ahead of him by several feet, and hung down to his knees. Atop this mound of blubber sat a pair of giant, jiggling breasts. Patrick reached his beefy hands out to feel the expanse of his stomach, but it was so large he couldn’t reach around it. He couldn't even reach to his deep, cavernous belly button. He tried to lift his gut by the sides with both hands, but it was too large, too heavy, and too soft and squishy.

"Well, you've become quite the porker, haven't you Patrick?" Lucifer boomed, slapping the giant, quivering belly. "This was your fantasy, to become astoundingly fat. Let's see just how fat you are."

Lucifer stepped to one side and pointed to a scale sitting in the middle of the room. Patrick had never seen it before. He wondered where it came from briefly, but shook his head - obviously his old ideas of 'reality' were obsolete where Lucifer was concerned. He slowly and carefully moved, shifting his weight toward it. It beeped when he stepped on it, and then an electronic voice said, "Five hundred, twenty-seven pounds."

Lucifer grinned. "The voice feature is useful, eh?" He patted Patrick's hanging gut.

"Holy cow, I gained three hundred and eighty pounds in just a few minutes," Patrick whispered.

"Yes, yes, and now I want you to live your fantasy! Go, Patrick, experience it! For, as per our bargain, you only have a single day."