Erin Makes a Deal With the Devil (preview)

Chapter 1 - Preview from Chapter 6-Erin Makes a Deal With the Devil

After moping around for a while, I resolved to just get it over with and earn the money for the uniform from the feeders. If I could get them to buy the food and pay to watch me eat it, I could make $200 fast. I got my webcam set up and prepared a space on my couch to film my eating for them. It was all kinda half-ass but bending over constantly and moving around hurt. By the time I had gotten everything organized, I was exhausted. All of my muscles were burning from the effort. I certainly couldn't cook anything, so I indulged my hard work and opened Doordash on my phone. The pizza place was having a buy 1 large pizza get 1 free deal, and I added it to my cart. I could always save the other one for tomorrow. I sent my order and waited, my stomach growling angrily. The demonic hunger in me was growing ravenous again.

When I woke up the next morning ready to start leeching these dumb feeders of their cash, I was surrounded by two empty pizza boxes, an empty pack of Oreos, a quart of ice cream, and a bunch of empty Doritos bags. The demon hunger roared in me again, demanding its morning tribute. It wasn't my fault. I never had a chance.

After I started my business eating on camera for desperate weirdos, the money started rolling in. I didn't know who these guys were but their sick fetish really worked to my advantage. Some wanted me to pretend I loved being fat, others wanted me to hate it and to humiliate and degrade me; I catered to most appetites. It was easy to brush off. Dumb horny men don't exercise great financial control and I was milking them for all they were worth. I was finally able to start actually saving money. Soon I'd be able to buy my way out of this shitty apartment and my shitty job and be onto better things. Sure, I'd gained some weight doing this, but it would be worth it in the end. And it's not like I could stop the weight gain entirely anyway, I couldn't control the demon hunger so it would have happened either way. I figured I'd probably gained like maybe 30 pounds at most, so it wasn't that bad. I could live with it and still be cute. My manager had ordered me a 6x uniform, handing it to me with a smirk and saying "since we all know you'll grow into it".

That uniform shirt had still fit when I had been fired for sitting down too often, so my weight gain couldn't have been that bad. The last I had checked, I was at 310 lbs and holding steady. I didn't check often, I only bothered to do it for the camera when I was getting paid. The screams from badass, take no shit me I was before this were the loudest after I stepped on the scale, begging me to get control of myself and turn this around. But it was out of my control, I couldn't be expected to live off celery and rice cakes for the rest of my life, the demon hunger could only be satisfied by flavorful carbs and fat soaked in grease at this point, even things like pasta didn't feel like enough lately, not unless I added cups of oil to the recipes, and that was hardly practical. The terrible need from the curse had left me with no choice but to drown it with burgers and fries, pizza and hotdogs, everything slathered in butter and ranch and making my whole body quake with unbearable arousal. Food had become almost twisted entirely in my mind with sexual pleasure.

It had been a while since I had done a scale update and the feeders were clamoring to know the details of my weight and measurements. Most of them were big numbers guys, nothing drew them in like getting to watch the digits on the scale creep continuously higher with each update. They'd try to correlate that to the inches I gained on the measuring tape, making predictions and bets about where the fat from my on camera binges would settle on my body next. It was all strangely analytical sometimes, as if I were a subject they were studying. Tips would explode when I gained more than they expected and dry up completely if I didn't, so I had quickly learned I had to push myself if I wanted the big money from an update. Unfortunately their predictions and goals for me were expanding just as fast as I was, so I would swallow my disgust and turn my weigh ins into a big production to maximize my earnings. My next update would be no different.

I set up the scale in the small area of the living room I'd cleared of empty take out boxes and soda bottles, trying to disguise the mess my apartment was quickly becoming. Bending down to pick trash up off the floor was a delicate procedure now, my belly threatening to tip me forward if I leaned over too far and getting in the way of my reach. Not to mention the effort I expended cleaning only resulted in the return of the demon hunger and even more take out boxes scattered around than before. Already breathing heavily, I also arranged the couch and a small tray with my measuring tape and a couple of small snacks to tease my fans with while I weigh in. I certainly wasn't actually hungry during this humiliating display, despite the uncomfortable gurgle in my gut. I stripped completely nude, the feeders always paid more to see my body in its entirety, and lately it seemed like every time I turned the camera on I had developed a new roll or fold for them to admire. I turned it on yet again and smiled and waved, the chat on the monitor beside it exploding with activity while my quiet dread of the public weigh in grew like a wildfire in my chest. A few of the chat messages I glanced at seemed concerning, saying things like "wow, she got huge" and something about "ssbbw status?". I bit back my disgust and tried to ignore them and do my intro.

"Hey, it's your favorite sexy fat girl, CurvyElena, here with a new update including a weigh in and measurements! It's been a while so I'm sure you're all eager to see how good I've been about eating all the food you guys send me! Don't worry, I always finish every bite, as you're about to see for yourselves!"

Not that the curse gave me a choice.

I forced myself to smile and directed the camera down toward the display of the scale, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and stepped on. A few seconds later a flurry of electronic pings came in from the chat. Every other second chimes were going off, it was blowing up like I'd never seen before, even during the stream where I hit 300 pounds a full month earlier than they had anticipated. I felt sick, slowly opening my eyes, only to be met with a vast expanse of pale, stretchmarked flesh and realize my belly was so big now that it completely blocked my view. Leaning over wasn't enough anymore, I had to actually heft it up and hold it out of the way to see below me. My fear kept piling on as the numbers on the scale swam into focus. No. This couldn't be happening.


403.1


I swayed dizzily for a moment before the incessant pings dragged me back to reality. I grabbed the monitor and scanned the chat, my eyes glazing over as I read the comments.


Rubberdicky69: holy shit guys we did it

Feederguy89: She started at 220, we put 180 pounds of fat on this girl. She's only 5'1", her BMI is 76.1!

Ssbwforlyfe21: official ssbw! bet she's pleased with herself

SadeSoO: what a pathetic pig, she completely ruined her body because she couldn't stop eating haha

I had heard of ssbbws before, but I had never imagined I would ever truly be in that category myself. I wasn't like those women, I had some self control, I wouldn't ever let that happen to me. I fought back tears of humiliation, my fat jiggling with me as I struggled to breathe through my shock. My legs ached, and it was as if I suddenly felt the nearly hundred of pounds I'd gained exert their pull on my body all at once. I needed to sit down. I huffed over to the couch, crashing onto it in a heap, and heard an enormous crack echo throughout the room as the end with me on it collapsed. The second camera had caught it all, and the chat blew up again.

Gsd4thorder: hahahahahahaha

Sexyrexyy: lmao her ass broke the couch

Hiimcaptainkai: do you think she planned that?

SadeSoO: haha of course not, she's just too big a fatty for that couch

Feederguy89: Did you see how out of breath she was just from waddling over to the couch? Perfection. Imagine her with a hundred more.

I wanted to turn the camera off and cry, rail against the seemingly endless torture the demon hunger would force me to go through. And try to bury that horrible spark of demon lust it must have put in me. I was dripping wet as I read their comments, and my hand subconsciously snaked toward my pussy as I lay sprawled among the remains of my broken couch. The urge to eat until my stomach ached and I was filled beyond reason was overwhelming, the number 400 rattling around in my head like a vengeful ghost and bringing me to the edge of orgasm from merely the thought of how massive the curse had made me. The comments flowed, telling me to touch myself and my play with my fat, pointing out new rolls and folds, laughing at how hopelessly turned on I clearly was by this. It wasn't enough that I had to be fat, the demon had to force me to actually get off to it. It was monstrous.

I came with one hand gripping my bottom belly roll, the other circling my clit wildly, moaning and panting as the warmth and heat spread through my now enormous body. As I lay there, caked in sweat and beet red from the exertion, my stomach growled loudly, and the demon hunger once again returned. I grabbed the box of a dozen donuts off the coffee table and tore into them, scarfing down one after another until the box was empty. It wasn't enough to fill the black hole of my stomach, irreparably stretched out by my daily stuffing and binging for the camera. I suspected it was part of the curse that no matter how much I ate it would never shrink enough to let me feel full without at least a day's worth of calories at once. The demonic hunger didn't even give me the chance to eat less. The second box of donuts I finished five minutes later wasn't enough either, and so I smiled pretty for the camera.

"Hey guys, that was fun right? If you enjoyed the show please tip well and send me a little snack for after the show!"

I watched as promises of food deliveries rolled in, and scheduled another on camera stuffing for shortly after they arrived. I was going to eat it anyway, I might as well make money from it. Then I'd save and use it to fix my life once and for all, or at least get out of this shit hole and buy healthy food and start my diet. Today just wasn't a good day to start, after the shock I had from the scale, and the hunger would make me sick if I didnt satisfy it soon. I'd start tomorrow, with a reasonable breakfast from the grocery store instead of McDonald's.

The next morning, I snoozed the "start diet" calendar event on my phone for another 30 days and opened the Doordash app. I'd start later, I was too hungry to focus on making a diet plan right now anyway.