Chapter 5

Patrick opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak Lucifer stuffed a cream-filled cake between his lips. It practically melted in Patrick's mouth, he had no choice but to chew and swallow it. Lucifer tried to push another in, but Patrick clamped his mouth shut. Lucifer poked a finger into Patrick's flabby breast, the flesh quivering. Patrick's mouth opened to protest, Lucifer stuffed the cake in before Patrick could make a sound. Before Patrick was even finished, another was shoved in, and another.

Different cakes, pies, cookies, and other treats were forced in. Patrick tried to raise his chubby hands in defense, but Lucifer easily swatted them away. Turning his head this way and that didn't work, Lucifer was too quick, and the flesh which surrounded Patrick's face and neck limited his range of motion.   

"Don't fight it, Patrick, revel in your fatness!" Lucifer's voice boomed. "You can't tell me you aren't enjoying this, can you?" A muffin was forced into Patrick's mouth before he could respond. It seemed to almost dissolve in his mouth. Patrick could only swallow.

Patrick glared at the red demon, but it was true - the food tasted good, and the feeling of his super-sized stomach being filled was wonderful. The goodies kept coming, and soon Patrick gave up his protests. He opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting the next offering.

Lucifer started pouring pitchers of thick, creamy liquids into Patrick's mouth. They were so sweet, so good, Patrick guzzled them greedily. He clutched at the sides of his belly with both hands, squeezing the fat. Glancing down, he could swear that his belly had grown larger since he woke. His boobs almost seemed to be growing before his eyes!

Lucifer handed some of the goodies to Patrick, so that he could stuff himself. Patrick wasted no time in stuffing them into his cake hole, his cheeks bulging at capacity. Lucifer placed a tray of baked goods on top of Patick’s moobs so that he could reach it. Despite the fact that Patrick was eating like a machine, somehow the tray always seemed full of food. Each took turns stuffing the soft, creamy, fattening delights into Patrick's mouth, where they seemed to require almost no chewing, just melting. Glancing again at his belly, Patrick was sure it was growing - the calories were turning into fat at a remarkable pace.

While Patrick continued his endless munching, Lucifer patted the large, doughy belly spreading out across the bed, between his huge legs, reaching well past Patrick's knees. Lucifer ran his big, warm hands over the soft, cool flesh, along the side of the belly, gently caressing a bulging love handle. Patrick moaned, still chewing.

Lucifer forcefully massaged the rolls of Patrick's sides, causing Patrick to let out a low, guttural groan. Tweaking Patrick's erect nipple, fondling the soft flesh of his boob, led to a high pitched moan. Lucifer regarded Patrick quizzically, one eyebrow raised.

With his large, strong hands, Lucifer lifted up Patrick's huge, heavy belly, the flesh sagging and bulging around Lucifer's grip. The stretchy material of Patrick's jogging pants was taught, already tearing at the seams on his bloated thighs. Lucifer could see a distinctive bulge poking out from Patrick's crotch, straining against the fabric. The demon grinned.

Gently returning the hulking mass of flab to Patrick's lap, Lucifer turned to the cart and picked up a slice of pie. Standing beside Patrick, he pressed it to his lips. Lucifer brought his free hand to Patrick's breast, proceeding to fondle the nipple gently. Patrick's eyes were closed, as he drank in the ecstasy of being stuffed.

"Mmm, you're starting to enjoy this, aren't you?" Lucifer squeezed the soft boob flesh tightly in his strong hand. "Feels like you're ready to be milked, like a big, fat cow... Aren't you Patrick?"

Moaning and grunting drowsily, eyes still closed, Patrick limply tried to push away the hand, but Lucifer easily avoided Patrick's pudgy appendage. The demon stuffed more food into his greedy mouth.

"What a good little piggy you are, Patrick. I think we need to make Fat Pat more comfortable."

Patrick felt something strange, but he wasn't sure what it was. Still chewing, he glanced to one side and saw his large stretch pants lying on the floor. Then he realized that he could feel a breeze on his legs, and he no longer felt the confining tightness of the garment on his thighs and butt flesh. If he wasn't in a food-induced stupor, the fact that Lucifer "magically" removed his pants might have alarmed him.

Lucifer rubbed and squeezed at the yielding flesh of Patrick's belly, working his way around the blimp-like form, until he was standing at Patrick's side, stroking the soft flesh of one of his buttocks. Released from the confines of the sweatpants, Patrick's butt flesh had spilled out, almost covering the entire width of the double bed. The cheeks were growing still, as if each massive pillow of flesh were trying to reach over the side of the mattress.

"What a delightfully plump piggy you've become," Lucifer cooed. He slapped at the side of Patrick's belly, sending the flesh shaking. Patrick let out a shocked moan.    "Oh, does my Fatty Patty Piggy like it a little bit rough?" Lucifer grinned fiercely, and smacked the jiggling flesh of Patrick's bulbous hip.

"Oh!" Patrick gasped, sending crumbs flying from his mouth. His massive double chin and hefty chest were covered in spilled cream, icing and other assorted muck. He couldn't stop reaching for more and more food, stuffing the goodies into his mouth, pouring thick shakes down his throat.

Lucifer continued to massage, fondle and violently slap at the gargantuan belly before him, eliciting moans and guttural grunts from Patrick. "My how tubby you're growing, Fat Pat, you're like a beached whale! Too soft for a name like Patty, now you're a big fat Fatty!" Patrick continued to stuff food into his mouth from the still-full cart, groaning.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Patrick's arms fell to his enlarged sides. Covered in crumbs and spilled food, he moaned like a pregnant cow. "I'm so stuffed, I can't eat another bite."

Lucifer continued to run his hands over Patrick's soft gut, working his way up its massive bulk. "That sounds like a challenge," he replied, grinning.

Patrick glanced at the clock. He had perhaps twenty minutes left before their deal would end. He was so stuffed, so exhausted, he could barely breath. "Thank you for this, Lucifer, it really was incredible, living out a true fantasy of mine... but I'm done. I feel ready to burst."

Lucifer pulled a plate with a full triple-layered chocolate cake on it from the cart. Leaning over Patrick's bulging flesh, he placed the plate atop Patrick's right breast. Lucifer reached around Patrick's thick, soft neck with one long, muscular arm, and grabbed a handful of cake from the plate. With his head held next to Patrick's, his arm wrapped around it, and his free hand cupping Patrick's left boob, the flesh pouring through Lucifer's fingers, the demon held the cake up to Patrick's mouth.

"Come on Fatty, have a little more," he whispered. Patrick began to object, but Lucifer forced the cake into his mouth, while simultaneously clutching his breast in his strong grip.

"Oh," Patrick gasped, allowing Lucifer to force more cake into his mouth. Lucifer clutched and squeezed the flabby breast, shoving more and more cake into Patrick's mouth, while Patrick moaned helplessly.

"That's a good Fatty, there's still room for some more lard yet," Lucifer taunted, continuing to squeeze Patrick's boob. Patrick, his face flushed, reached for the cake himself, and began greedily stuffing it by the handful into his mouth, making an even greater mess in the process.

Chuckling, Lucifer moved to the end of the bed. He lifted Patrick's expanded belly again. Patrick's erect member was just visible, clearly very hard, poking its way through the pillowy flesh of the fat folds and rolls that surrounded it. As cool air passed over the exposed head, Patrick groaned and shuddered, still stuffing himself.

"What do we have here?" Lucifer asked coyly. "You told me this wasn't erotic - is that why you're so embarrassed, Fatty?"

Patrick's face glowed redder still, but he couldn't stop himself eating. He tried to mutter in protest, but with his mouth stuffed full of cake, all that could be heard was a sound more akin to the grunting of a pig.

Lucifer, holding up some of the bulk of Patrick's immense belly with a broad shoulder, reached beneath the canopy of fat, and digging through the rolls of flab, wrapped his long, warm fingers around Patrick's cock.

"Oh god!" Patrick blurted, cake spilling from his mouth.

"I'm afraid he has nothing to do with this," Lucifer hissed, his pointed teeth bared.

With each squeeze of his cock, Patrick could feel it growing thicker and fatter. His thighs spread slightly further apart, though they were encased in so much fat it was hard to tell. Patrick started gobbling even faster. Lucifer slid his hand up the cock slightly, causing it to grow larger still. Patrick moaned, shaking in ecstasy, sending belly and boobs jiggling. The hand moved down, then up, then down, increasing in speed ever so slightly. Patrick continued munching and moaning.

"It's too bad you're only fat for a few more minutes - don't you wish you could feel like this forever?" Lucifer asked, still stroking. "All of this... wonderful... FAT..."


Patrick, eyes closed, the last remnants of cake being forced into his mouth, could feel the pressure building and building, the strokes seeming to make him expand even more, until finally... at last... the release!

"Yes!" Patrick screamed out. His cock throbbed, shooting all over his flabby thighs. "Oh YES!" His entire body shuddering, shaking and jiggling, Patrick clutched at the blubber of his chest. "Yes!"

Breathing heavily, his plump fingers releasing their grip on his flesh, Patrick slowly opened his eyes. The waves of pleasure subsided.

Lucifer stood before him, hands on his hips, smiling.

"Wait, I-" Patrick began.

"You will have your wish, Fatty. I'm sure you'll enjoy!"

"No, wait, I didn't... I mean, that's not-" Patrick stammered.

Lucifer smiled, waved a hand, and vanished. "Maybe I'll see you again, some day.” And then… he was gone!


Patrick sat there for a moment. The trays and carts of food had vanished with Lucifer. Patrick could feel the wetness of the cum leaking down his thigh rolls. He sat there for a full minute, trying to catch his breath. He looked out over his form, realizing that he was noticeably fatter. He wondered if he was 600 pounds yet?


His mind raced - how was he going to explain his size to people he knew? He had no clothes that fit! What would they say at work? Patrick closed his eyes and shook his head, making his cheeks and chin wobble. First thing was first, he had to try to get up from his bed…

Lucifer had shown him his fantasy, but Patrick knew he needed to get a grip on his new reality…