chapter 5

He was so heavy on her. Twenty minutes ago, she would have been helplessly trapped under so much weight. Now her huge arms shifted easily under his flab and she rolled him off to her side as though he was just an over-stuffed quilt. He landed on his  broad back with a soft flump, and gasped again for breath.

"Aww, my poor little fat Sugar Daddy! Let me help you, you poor blob of custard!" The sugary little girl voice was even stranger now, coming from a thickly muscled Amazon who would have been over six feet tall if she stood. Instead she knelt beside him, leaning over to prop his sausage hands behind his head.  Her bulbous tits in his face made it no easier to breathe as she did it. Sitting back on her heels, she modeled a pose or two for him, forcing him to see how beautiful she was while the glamour held, and secretly grateful that he still had the strength to hold his eyelids up. Not every Sugar Daddy before him had at this point.

"Oh Daddy, you did so good. Look how big and strong you made your little Sugar Plum!" She kissed each corded bicep, then used them to puff her beasts together like swelling pastries. "And to think that you wanted to feed me, to make me into just another obese little pet, you perverted little naughty Feeder, you..." With dramatic ease, her powerful legs pushed her up to stand over him. "Well, how did that work out for you this time, Daddy?"

His chin moved, as much as the roll of flesh around his neck allowed, and his gasping changed as he tried to say something. She was impressed at how strong he still was.

Her hands sunk deeply into his thick softness as she hefted him up by his armpits. He was sweating, but it was almost pure glutose on his skin. She had to strain to lift him, there was an awful lot of him. When his head lol led forward against her big firm tits, she knew that he must only be a little less than five and a half feet tall now. She plopped him onto the couch, his enormous slabs of fat spreading across the cushions. She pushed his chest back and propped his head up, the layers of pliant flesh holding him generally in place. "Now, my sweet Sugar Daddy, what did you want to say to your cute little Sugar Plum?" Her chest muscles flexed menacingly as she leaned forward. "Hmmm?"

Again, he tried to speak. Breathing was easier for him now, but he lacked the strength in his jaw to overcome the weight of his head now. He managed to say nothing.

"Oooh, I am so sorry Daddy, I don't know what you're trying to say." She kissed him sweetly, her tongue dancing quickly across his. " And really, it doesn't matter at all. I got what I needed from you, and I am such a greedy little witch. But aren't you glad you took such good care of your little Sugar Plum?" She spun, showing the thick muscles covering her beautiful body. When she stopped, she smiled into his horrified eyes. Her face was so gorgeous, so perfect. He still loved her sweetness in that moment. "I just need one more thing from you, Sugar Daddy. .."

The glamour fell away in an instant. Her skin was palid, like maggots that live in guano caves. The centuries of unnatural magic showed in the folds and creases, almost concealing eyes the color of moonstone.  Her lips were blood-red and draped over reptilian teeth that were still sharp and deadly. Her voice creaked like the lid of a sarcophagus. "I just need your flesh now, to refill my candy bag." The smile over those teeth was even more rancid. "After all, you owe me. Just look how chubby you've gotten, Daddy!" She fell on him, all rotting flesh and clawing fingers, and a cloying sickeningly sweet stench of decay.

He managed a quiet grating scream as her teeth tore a hunk from his drooping left chest. "I knew it! You taste like candied bacon!" She swallowed his flesh loudly, and took another slurping bite. He managed three more screams before he died. Their echo in his empty house was all she left of him.