Chapter 3

Patrick nodded. He looked down at his rotund form. "What am I going to do about clothes... Hmmm." He waddled over to the closet, and slid back one of the doors. Leaning forward, his belly pressed into the doorway. "Um, can you grab those sweats on the top shelf there?" Lucifer obliged. "And maybe help me put them on?" Rolling his eyes, Lucifer got down on one knee to help Patrick put on the pants. "These sweats were a one-size-fits-all deal, they're just huge... We used to joke that three people could fit in them..."

After some grunting and tugging, they got the sweat suit on. The pants were snug, but managed to come up past Patrick's belly button. The shirt stretched admirably as well, leaving only five or six inches of tummy flesh peeking out between the shirt and pants.

"Whew," Patrick sighed, "I need to sit down for a minute and rest."   

He began his slow journey into the combination living room and kitchen. Lucifer followed behind. Patrick picked the remote control off the top of the TV, then shuffled over to the couch. He turned himself around, backing up as far as he could, then started to sit. Gravity got the better of him, pulling the massive weight of his butt down onto the seat with a crunch. Patrick marveled at how much higher he sat with the extra padding of his huge buttocks, and at how much of the couch the spread of his butt and thighs took up. There wasn't enough room left for another adult to sit on the three-person couch.

Patrick used the remote to turn on the television, then flipped across the stations before landing on a cooking show. He placed the remote on top of the plateau formed by his belly, and let his arms rest on his massive love handles, which doubled as squishy armrests.

After fifteen minutes of television, Lucifer started to grow antsy. "Patrick, you have a rare gift, but only for one day. Is this how you wish to spend it - sitting like a lump of lard on the couch?"

"What do you think people this size do? Run marathons? Lucifer, after just walking this far, I'm bushed."

Lucifer stood between Patrick and the television, hands on his hips, pointed tail wagging. "Maybe you'd like to do something a little more... physical, if you had the right partner?"

As he had before, Lucifer started to grow blurry right before Patrick's eyes. The blur shrank, morphing into another shape. As it came into focus, the large, muscled, bright-red form was replaced by a woman's physique. A gorgeous, curvy, scantily clad brunette now stood before Patrick. Her large breasts were barely contained in the midriff-exposing T-shirt that hugged her curves, and her tight, torn jeans left little else to the imagination. Patrick's mouth hung open.

"Maybe there's something else you'd like to do... with me?" said the girl, in a sultry, inviting tone.

Patrick gazed up and down Lucifer's new body. Here was a virtually perfect woman, Patrick couldn't have envisioned a more ideal specimen. He shook his head, brow furrowed. In the first place, he wasn't interested. But this wasn't a beautiful woman. Not really. This was a demon in disguise!

"No, thanks," Patrick replied politely. "It's not a sexual thing - I just want to experience what it's like to be big."

Leaning over Patrick's belly, his companion placed one hand on the mound of his belly, and seductively cupped a man-boob in the other. "Are you sure?" she purred.

"No, really, it's not about getting aroused. It's not an erotic thing," Patrick stammered, trying to push the hand off his breast. "It's not like being fat turns me on or anything."

Pouting, with brow furrowed, the busty brunette stood back and crossed her arms. Blurring once more, within a moment the girl was replaced by Lucifer's large, looming, red presence.

"Very well," rang the familiar baritone. Lucifer turned back to his chair and sat down. Patrick could swear that the devil was sulking.




When the show ended, Patrick turned the set off and let the remote fall onto the couch beside him. He rocked backward and forward to get up off the couch, but to no avail. After three tries he looked over to Lucifer for help, but all the demon offered was a sly grin. After several more tries, Patrick finally made it to his feet.

"Since I'm not going to work today," Patrick began, slightly winded, "I should at least get one household chore done. I think I'll do the laundry."

With that he waddled off toward the bedroom. He picked the basket of dirty clothes off a table with some small difficulty, and placed it on the edge of the bed. A few garments lay scattered on the floor. Without thinking, Patrick leaned over to grab one. Lucifer chuckled from the doorway. Patrick, realizing that bending over was no longer "his thing," pulled a broom from the corner and awkwardly fished the clothes off the floor using the handle.

Patrick waddled out of the bedroom and toward the small laundry room, basket of dirty clothes perched on his protruding stomach. Squeezing through the doorway, Patrick found that he could dump the load into the washer, however he couldn't reach the controls on the unit, nor the shelf above the washer where the soap sat, his belly prevented him from getting close enough while it pressed into the front of the washer. Likewise, the width of his hips and girth of his belly prevented him from accessing the dryer. With a sigh he announced, "I guess laundry will have to wait until tomorrow, when I'm thin again." Lucifer smiled.

In the kitchen, Patrick pried open the fridge. He could only reach the top shelves, otherwise his belly got in the way. He pulled out a tray which contained three quarters of an apple pie.

"Can you reach the whipped cream for me?" he asked. Lucifer bent down and pulled out a spray can, and handed it to Patrick. "Thanks. Want a slice?" Lucifer shook his head. Patrick shrugged, and began eating the pie, spraying the cream on every bite.

"Did you enjoy that?" Lucifer asked when Patrick had finished the entire pie.

Patrick nodded. "I'd never do something like that, not before."

"Still hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess I could eat something..." Patrick began, then smiled. "Man, it feels so weird saying that in this body!"

"There's a place just two blocks east of here. Let's take your new, fat body out for a spin," Lucifer suggested with a wry smile.

"I don't know," Patrick replied, rubbing his belly with both hands, "two blocks seems like a long way now."

Lucifer waved a hand, dismissing Patrick, then stepped toward him and slapped one of his buttocks, making it bounce and shake. "Come on, tubby! Live!" Patrick dutifully began shuffling toward the door.




The journey to the restaurant was a slow one, with Lucifer leading the way and Patrick waddling behind. Patrick was very glad to sit down, and even more relieved that the establishment had bench seating to accommodate his new girth. Patrick had never been to this restaurant before, likely because it was an all-you-can-eat buffet-style place.

While Patrick sat at the table catching his breath, Lucifer got their food. He came back with two plates, a small one with a salad, and a larger plate piled high with all manner of items. He placed the large plate in front of Patrick and took the salad for himself, sitting himself across the table from the extremely fat man.

"How come nobody is freaking out that there's a giant, body-building, naked red demon at the buffet?" Patrick asked.

"To them I look like an ordinary, average man with brown hair and a mustache," Lucifer replied, and stuffed a fork full of salad into his mouth.

Patrick tucked into his meal, taking some time to adjust to the new challenges that he faced while eating. The expanse of his gut pushed him away from the table, and the considerable blubber of his arms made reaching in front of himself difficult. Not only were they big and bulky, but his arms were heavy as well, requiring Patrick to rest them on the sides of his belly regularly. Moving them forward brought his pillows of upper arm flab into competition for the space occupied by the abundance of blubber which padded his chest. Bringing both arms forward formed a clear, deep line of cleavage in Patrick's sweatshirt, showing off breasts that put big bust models to shame. His fingers could only barely reach his plate, at that.

Patrick finished off his enormous plate almost as quickly as Lucifer consumed his tiny salad. "I can't believe I could eat that much," Patrick exclaimed.

Lucifer shrugged. "Someone your size should be able to pack it away, I should think. Do you want some more?" Patrick shook his head, lips pursed. "You know it IS all-you-can-eat," Lucifer continued.

After considering this for a moment, Patrick nodded. Lucifer stood and went back to the buffet. This time be brought back two plates, each with a bigger mound of food than before.

"Dude, I can't eat all of that!" Patrick exclaimed.

"Just try," Lucifer said, smiling.

Patrick kept eating while Lucifer sat and watched, legs crossed.

"Look at that guy," a teenage girl with blonde hair who sat at a nearby table whispered to her mother, loudly enough that Patrick could hear. "No wonder he's so fat, look how he's shoveling it in! Ugh!" Patrick felt blood rush to his cheeks, but continued eating.

A man and woman walked past Patrick's table, snickering. Patrick could hear the man say, "Cripes, he's so fat his blubber is hanging out - those clothes look like they might burst if he has another bite!" They giggled as they disappeared from view. Patrick's face grew a deeper shade of crimson, but he continued eating.

Lucifer had brought Patrick a fourth plate, and got up to fetch a fifth. A man in a cheap suit approached him.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I am the Manager here. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Whatever for?" Lucifer asked, innocently.

"I believe you are taking advantage of our all-you-can-eat policy," the Manager said sternly.

Lucifer looked down at Patrick, who was still shoveling the last of his food into his mouth, shrugged and grinned.




The walk home was considerably slower than the walk to the restaurant. Patrick felt some discomfort as he waddled, and became easily winded. They stopped numerous times, Patrick sitting at bus stops and on park benches to catch his breath.





Once home, Patrick fell onto the couch again, and turned on the TV. He changed the channel to a news show, dropped the remote on his belly, and let his heavy arms fall to rest on the bulging rolls of his sides. He let out a long sigh.

"What's next, big guy?" Lucifer asked.

"Just got to sit here for a minute," Patrick replied, and closed his eyes, "and rest... Get my breath back."

Lucifer noticed that more of Patrick's belly was visible between his sweats.