Chapter 9

My mouth hung open, I was unable to speak. I tried to back away, but my butt was held fast, sunk into the cushions of the couch.   

The demon cupped one of his soft breasts in one hand, the flesh oozing between his wiry fingers, and rubbed the top of his flabby, quivering belly with the other. The huge, meaty sack stuck out several feet in front of him, hanging almost to its knees.

"I've been eating like crazy, Bobby, practicing gluttony that you couldn't imagine - not yet, anyway. I've been stuffing myself like a prize hog!  Just look at all of this wonderful fat," the demon exclaimed, rubbing his belly lustily. "And I've been doing it all as a gift for you, Bobby."

My eyes went wide as the meaning of his statement sunk in. I held out my hands in defense. "No! You can't! Look at me, I'm too fat already!"

The demon leaned in toward me, pushing my arms out of the way, gripping them in his strong, red hands. He leaned forward until the flesh of our bellies fought for space. His boobs hung down, pooling into mounds atop my own chest, as he brought his face close to mine.

"You really should have thought of that earlier, Bobby," Ornias hissed. His eyes glanced down toward my enormous body. “Based on the difficulties you seem to be having shedding all of this blubber, I think. Did you not heed my warning? Your gift was transactional… I get the feeling you took on this burden for some other reason… Perhaps a matter of the heart?”

Ornias smiled, baring his sharp teeth. I couldn’t meet his gaze, but I could sense that him leaning closer.

I tried to turn my head to avoid him as he drew nearer, but I couldn't avoid his lips. With my eyes closed, I felt the demon's lips press against mine. Electricity jolted me, and I felt a forked tongue flick through my mouth. My head swam for what felt like ages. When I opened my eyes, I saw the demon standing in front of me. His horned head was instantly recognizable, as were the broad, muscular shoulders and brawny arms. The same could not be said for his torso. Every ounce of fat was gone, replaced by large, solid pectoral muscles, highly defined abdominals, a tiny waist, and lean, muscled legs.

With hands on his hips, he stood there, looking at me with a smile. "How do you feel, Bobby? Or maybe I should call you 'Blobby' from now on?"

I looked down and gasped - I was enormous! My torso was a sea of fat, spilling out in all directions. Just by tilting my head down, I could catch a glimpse of my own double chin, which hung so far it was in my field of vision. I raised my arms, they were very heavy. I let them fall onto my chest, which had grown to an astounding size. My breasts had grown into pillows of fat that exceeded my reach. Beyond them, my belly surged out from under my too-tight T-shirt, having split it at the seams. The huge wave of belly fat completely obscured my lap and seemed to be trying to reach the floor. I was sitting up at least a foot higher on the couch as a result of the fat that had accumulated in my ass. I wasn't sure if I could even stand under my own power, but I started rocking forward to try.

Ornias pushed me back, pressing a hand into my gelatinous stomach. "Are you hungry, Blobby?"

"No," I complained. As soon as he asked, I knew I was lying.

"Here," he offered, picking up a piece of pizza and holding it to my mouth. "Have a slice."

I clamped my mouth shut and turned away, surprised by how much the fat around my neck actually restricted that movement. The pizza dangled in front of my mouth. Within a second I was biting at it. As soon as it hit my taste buds, I was gobbling it down like a starving man.

"Nice to see you have an appetite, my fat friend, because there's lots more," the demon said, and motioned toward the table.   

Where there had been just one half-finished box of pizza, now there were several boxes stacked on top of each other. I wanted to question him, or complain, or do something, but I was too occupied with stuffing myself. The demon kept handing me slices, laughing at my lack of resistance. He patted and poked my belly.

In remarkably little time I'd gone through all of the boxes of pizza. I was exhausted, and my stomach was so full I felt like I might burst.

The demon sat next to me on the couch, still fondling my rolls and poking at the bulges of my hips.

"You've done so well, Blobby, that I'm going to do you a favour. I'm going to take back the gift that I gave you."   

He leaned over me, planting his lips on mine once more. I was too exhausted to resist. There was no electric sensation this time, just that forked tongue dancing through my mouth. He stood, smiled, and walked toward the door.

"Wait," I gasped. "Please, can't you do something to make me thin again? Or at least the way I was when you arrived?"

"Yes, I can," Ornias said cheerily, and then added, his voice growing very deep, "but there is a very significant price you would have to pay."

A chill ran up my spine. I shook my head quickly, sending cheeks and chins wobbling. "No, no, I don't think so..."

"Suit yourself," he said. The demon's form turned back into that of the attractive woman that Ornias was when I had first met her.  She smiled, winked at me, and exited silently through the door. “Have a nice life, Blobby.”

I sat there, watching the door, with my hands clutching aimlessly at the soft flesh of my chest. Minutes passed, and I realized that Ornias was not going to return. I brought my chubby hands up to my face and massaged my temples, and rubbed at one eye with a squishy fist.

"I can't believe it," I whispered to myself, "I made a deal with the devil."

I reached as far along the sides of my belly as I could, and tried to lift its gelatinous mass. It was much too big, it poured out between my hands. I leaned forward to try and get up off the couch, rocking forward a little, then falling back.  Several tries later, and after a lot of jiggling and shaking, I gave up. I felt like crying.




I must have dozed off. The next thing I remember is the sound of the front door opening. Sara stepped into view, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Holy cripes, Bobby, what happened?    Are you okay?"

I nodded, my hands resting atop my chest. "I'll live, I guess."

Sara stood there, staring, for a full minute. Her shocked expression gave way to a smile, then she raised her hands to her mouth and snickered. "My God, Bobby, you're SO fat!"

"Trust me," I moaned, "God had nothing to do with it."

Tentatively touching the exposed flesh of my stomach, Sara quickly warmed to it, running her hands all over my expanded form.

"How could this possibly happen?" she asked.   

I told her a simplified version of the series of events. As I spoke, her eyes were fixated on my massive body, her hands grasping and groping at the exposed flesh.

"Oh my," she whispered, "you've really got a pair of boobies!" She massaged and clutched at them, squeezing them together to make more cleavage than any woman should have, let alone a man. “I’ve never seen such big tits before!”   

I moaned. Sara turned and looked me in the eye, then leaned in and hugged me tightly. It was the best I'd felt all day.

"Don't worry Bobby, you'll be fine." She nestled her head into the flab of my shoulder and neck, her hand finding its way to one of my breasts, and kneading it gently. "Besides, I really like you this way."

"What?" I exclaimed, stunned. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said, jiggling my boob, "I think you're sexy as a fat guy. Why do you think I was making you those big breakfasts? Why do you think I was bringing home all of those cakes and pies from the restaurant?" Sara hugged as much of me as she could reach.

It had never occurred to me, and I felt like a dummy as a result.

“You stay there and I’ll get some dinner started,” she said, her voice trailing as she moved toward the kitchen. “Then we’ll have to get you up on your feet and see if you can still walk - not to mention if you can fit through our doorways!”