Chapter 4

Patrick didn't even realize an hour had passed. He was on the couch, and the TV was playing a weight loss infomercial. He reached from the remote, but it was gone. It had likely slid off his belly while he dozed, and was now on the floor, although he couldn't see the floor past his immense stomach. Lucifer was nowhere to be seen.

Patrick had an idea. He struggled to get up from the couch, succeeding on the fourth attempt. Waddling as quickly as he could into his bedroom, he opened a closet door and reached toward the top shelf - his belly pressed into the lower shelves, forcing him back. The shelf with his camcorder was just a few inches out of his grasp. Patrick frowned, then turned and hurriedly waddled to the kitchen. He returned to the bedroom minutes later brandishing a pair of long salad tongs, and used them to grasp the camcorder.

Patrick struggled with his sweat shirt for several long minutes, finally managing to pull it over his head. Prying it off of his giant, flabby arms was the hardest part. Topless, he took a moment to study himself in the full-length mirror again. He really was huge. Each movement sent his flesh jiggling. He reached forward, rubbed his huge belly, and marveled at the shifting of the soft, jelly-like flesh. His beefy chest undulated in harmony with the motion of his arms. He grabbed each ponderous breast in a hand, and lifted them. He was surprised that he could lift the soft, hanging flesh all the way up to his mouth.

"Holy crap," Patrick whispered, "I can lick my own boobs!"

He dropped the sacks of flab, watching them bounce and shake, and, after fetching his camcorder, waddled off toward the living room.




Lucifer came through the front door without knocking. Looking down at the floor, he saw Patrick, shirtless, on his back. The camera stood on a tripod in front of him.

“What are you doing? Do you need help?” Lucifer asked.

“Videotaping,” Patrick grunted, squirming and jiggling. Like a turtle trapped on its back, he struggled unsuccessfully to sit up, rolling from side to side. Finally he reached out a hand toward Lucifer. The tall, red demon grasped Patrick’s pudgy appendage in his large, strong hand, and with almost no effort, pulled him up. "I had a great idea - I've taken lots of pictures of myself as a big fat guy, and I have video of myself walking, jumping, and trying to do push-ups and sit-ups - which I couldn't do, by the way - and when I'm thin again tomorrow, I'll start writing out some bogus weight-loss plan, show everyone how I lost hundreds of pounds using my plan, and make a fortune!" Patrick grinned widely.

Lucifer just looked at Patrick with an eyebrow raised. The doorbell rang, and Patrick, still topless, waddled to the door. "Pizza's here!"



Lucifer sat in a reclining chair, finishing off a single slice of pizza.He alternately watched the movie playing on the television and Patrick, greedily gobbling up handfuls of pizza. Patrick's buttocks and thighs were spread widely across the couch, his giant gut covering his lap and sagging between his legs. A party-sized pizza box sat balanced on top of his belly, the flesh of his breasts spilling over the cardboard and into the box. Patrick held slices in each hand, stuffing them into his constantly chewing mouth. Fat cheeks puffed out, his hanging double chin and chest were splattered with stray pizza sauce.

Patrick munched furiously, not uttering a word throughout his meal. When he got to the last slice, he held it up, offering it to his guest. Lucifer frowned and shook his head. Patrick made quick work of the last slice. Sighing contentedly, he patted the sides of his belly with both hands.

A short time later, Patrick tossed the empty box to the floor, and struggled to stand. It took a couple of tries, but he seemed to be getting the hang of it.

"Well, I think I'm going to call it a night," he said, punctuating the sentence with a yawn.

"Already? But you only have one day to experience your new body," Lucifer said.

"Yeah, but I'm tired. Moving all this weight around is a lot of work, I'm exhausted! Besides, I want to experience how fat people sleep."

Patrick waddled off to the bathroom. Lucifer followed. There was barely enough room in the small bathroom for Patrick alone, let alone with Lucifer joining him. Patrick wiped off the pizza sauce from his chest, and Lucifer reached for Patrick's toothbrush, as Patrick could no longer reach the upper shelves of the medicine cabinet, his belly forcing him away from the sink. With some trepidation, Patrick also went to the toilet, nearly wedging himself between the vanity and the wall. Lucifer helped again, when it was time to wipe, as Patrick's thick arms, belly and wide, fat ass prevented him from reaching those areas.

Exhausted, and now a little embarrassed, a flushed Patrick waddled to his bed. Rolling onto one side, his immense flesh rolling, jiggling and spreading out over the entirety of his bed, Patrick propped his head up on a pile of pillows and quickly fell into slumber.




Light was just starting to leak in through the blinds when Patrick opened his heavy eyes.    "I had the strangest dream," he muttered to himself. He noticed the bulge of a breast. Beyond that, his belly. Attempting to lift his arm, he realized it was heavy, and he could feel a mound below it - it all started coming back. "Oh… it wasn’t a dream…"

The clock told him it was a little after Seven O'clock in the morning. Glancing at the other side of the room he could see, once again, there sat Lucifer, waiting patiently, one leg crossed over the other. "Good, you're awake. You've still got a couple of hours to experience being fat."

Patrick struggled on the bed to turn himself over, lifting himself into a sitting position, pillows propping him up from behind. His enormous belly rose high, and poured out over his legs, sagging between them.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," Lucifer commanded, and left the bedroom. When he returned he pulled a cart behind him, covered in food. It was piled high with fattening desserts and sweets.

"What are you doing?" Patrick asked, and attempted to rise.

Lucifer pushed Patrick back down, his solid hand sinking into Patrick's soft belly. "Stay there, Patrick, you don't need to even move. There's one more thing you should experience before your twenty-four hours are up."

"What's that?"

"I'm going to feed you," Lucifer said, grinning darkly, his pointed teeth gleaming.