Devil Went Down to Naven

Chapter 1 - full story

“Hahaha, wait wait, so what was it you asked him for?” Abel asked, his body jiggling to and fro as he guffaws.

“I.. I asked to be made bigger,” Naven says, his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment as the sheep boy seems to somehow laugh even harder. His huge lap smothering belly jiggling with his movements and the soft orbs that make his moobs shake within his shirt as it rides up what little bit of skin it dared to cover of his enormous gut.

Naven shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Given his best friend’s tendency to become nearly immobile when he’s on vacation, only to be blessed to be able to lose it quickly for his job, the chairs in the sheep boy’s home tended to be on the plush side. And reinforced, all things considered. The month of October was no exception, the massive 600 lbs ball of belly and gut talking to Naven being somewhat expected for the dragon by the time Halloween was rolling around.

The only thing wrong, if you could call it that, was two-fold this time around. One, Abel’s much fatter this year, at least that Naven could recall. Given the 27 year-old’s predisposition to gain a lot of weight during his breaks, this new level of fatness isn’t one that the dragon could remember seeing him attain. It sure as hell didn’t help his own attraction, slowly realized though it may be, to seeing him being fat. Especially since Naven himself wasn’t exactly slim anymore, a fact he reminds himself of by rubbing his own much smaller pot belly.

“Alright, so I heard you got pretty massive,” Abel continued the conversation, seemingly unaware of his best friend’s laser focus on his huge belly, “That genie must’ve gotten you good for that wish.” The sheep boy runs his hands along his impressively large stomach, a look of.. was it envy, showing on his face? “Just how fat did he make you?”

Naven laughs, recognizing the sheep boy’s intention for getting more detail out of his story. It’s no secret Abel loves being fat, even if he can only stuff himself to such levels of gluttony for a short time once in a while. The dragon idly wondered just how fat would he allow himself to get, if given the chance?

“Oh, I was like a lake of fat, filling the entire clearing and then some,” Naven chuckles, humoring Abel, “Honestly, though, the biggest surprise was when--”

Suddenly, entirely without warning, the environment shifts around Naven. Abel’s visage, and his living room, disappear entirely as the he finds himself in another comfortable, but very red, bedroom. The black shag carpet being the only different color in the room. Everything else being a seemingly different shade of red. Naven finding himself in a rather comfortable chair,

“--he stuffed me… with… ice cream. Oh what the hell!” he finishes his sentence, the change being all but instantaneous. Only a second later, and he feels too-familiar touch of a pair of huge breasts pressing into the back of his head, shortly followed by a too-familiar sultry female voice.

“Oh, come now, Naven. You know that’s where we are.” she says, one hand wandering down his soft chubby chest. “Besides, I thought you enjoyed my little visits.”

As she says this, Naven groans. Annoyed as he is, her touch and sensual presence always got a rise out of him, one she never fails to miss as his pants start to bulge with his erection. One that, admittedly, started only a moment ago when he was staring down his best friend’s huge fat belly. He watches as the bright red, yet welcome shade of red skin making the woman’s arm roams further down his body as her breasts push harder into him. Moving from his soft chest, over his impressively round pot belly, and settling over the bulge where his hardened manhood made itself seen.

“See? I knew you’d enjoy me dropping by,” she whispers into his ear, even the sound of her voice making his cock twitch with arousal. The dragon knew only part of his response was her magical aura “encouraging” a sexual response. The rest was genuine. Naven had a preference, often leaning more to being attracted to men, but he never denied himself the fact he was also attracted to women. He’s never come out to his family about his sexuality, to be honest, but it didn’t seem anyone cared. Still, if he needed to put a name to it, the man knew himself to be bisexual.

So the fact his arousal started with a man, his friend of all people, and peaked with a woman in the course of a minute wasn’t surprising. It was the unannounced “kidnapping” she had a fondness for. Not to mention what usually tends to follow.

“More like kidnapping, Retribution. And you know I don’t like these surprises.” Naven responded, trying to ignore his dick’s apparent desire to be freed from his now uncomfortable pants for more attention.

The apparent demon chuckles as she pulls herself away, standing up straight and circling around to face the chubbened dragon man head on. He met her gaze, ignoring his blushing arousal and quickened breath at seeing her intense beauty. Entirely forgetting that she, herself, liked to indulge from time to time into an obese fatty. Her huge breasts sitting round with only a slight sag, thanks to her magic no doubt, atop her huge waistband hiding belly that refused to be contained by pants or any tops. Not she tried, her shirt ending just under her tits and opening with a v-cute to show their deep cleavage. Her rounded ass cheeks topped her wide supple thighs, tightly contained in a pair of booty shorts, chosen to leave little to the imagination when it came her her curves and rolls.

Her eyes have a fire in them, sometimes he could swear literally, that would normally make any other mortal quiver in either fear or absolute lust, her grin completing the very impression that she otherwise gave: Retribution, the 500 lbs ssbbw demonic woman standing before him, is the literal devil. Well, depending on what faith you’d subscribe to, but she certainly embraced being a representative for evil incarnate. In truth, she was just more freely chaotic, who was also in charge of an afterlife prison of damned and irredeemable souls. At least until she could decide otherwise.

And this particular “the devil”, though she has many partners and underlings who help her, had a particular taste and attraction in Naven.

“It’s not my fault it’s so fun to see your reaction. Especially since we always have so much fun together,” Retribution smugly states, stepping up to the dragon, and running a finger down his chest to his navel, circling it lightly, “although I see you’ve managed to get a head start this time. What’d you do this time, trick a genie into making you fatter?”

He scowled and looked away, puffing his cheeks slightly in defiance, annoyed that she already knew. Of course she did, she always kept a tab on him. Teasing him about when things went wrong, especially as he didn’t move while her fingers moved down to his pants and unzipped them as she did so, was always expected, too. He kept up the charade as she tugs off his pants, knowing he can see her grinning up at him the entire time she’s stripping him down.

He didn’t even flinch when her tongue and lips wrap around his hard member and lightly bobs for a few seconds. At least until he couldn’t hold back a pleasured moan.

“Atta boy,” Retribution purrs, pulling back and slowly stroking his shaft as her other hand makes a simple gesture, “Now, be a good fatty and eat up. I need you much much fatter before we’re done tonight.”

Naven groans again as a nearby table shimmers into existence. He eyed it as he idly wondered if she was continuing her tease about the genie, or if this was just coincidence. Not likely. Before he could even get a chance to ask, though, he watched as some of the food already start floating from the table and over to stuff itself into his mouth. Pies, cakes, cupcakes, donuts, various candies and chocolates, pudding… Each bite so packed with calories that he could already see himself starting to bulk out again with fat.

Releasing her grip on his penis, Retribution’s hands begin to wander Naven’s growing gut as he continues to grow fatter and fatter with each serving of food. Her fingers trace around his belly as he eats, watching it expand against them, his side rolls forming as it grows into his lap. Right onto his growing jiggling thighs, his ass and hips getting more and more comfortable in the chair. His chest softens and plumps up, while his shoulders and arms soften.

“Oh.. damn it..” Naven moans, feeling an unexpected but still familiar arousal of feeling himself growing fatter wash over him. The sensation of his stretching skin keeping him erect and wanting to cum as he starts to climb slowly with the pleasure of getting heavier, bigger, his fat gripping more and more snugly into this impossibly comfortable chair even as they roll over the arms.

“Mmmm, that’s it. Grow bigger for me, like a good little piggy,” Retribution teases him, her hands continuing to explore his now 400+ pounds of chub, kissing along his growing and huge belly as it pushes relentlessly fatter towards his knees. Naven’s eyes have closed, it takes him only another moment to notice her caress and kisses moving south… and her fingers firmly, gently, push his legs aside.

“Mmm, there you are, little dragon,” the fat devil purrs, lifting his growing gut with ease as her lips soon find their way to the head of his pre-cum leaking cock. Her tongue gently moving over his slit, licking it up before slowly taking him back into her mouth as it cups and massages his shift. The dragon man throws his head back in a pleasured moan, his arousal reaching higher with her assistance.

“F-Fuck, fuck…” is all he can manage to say as she starts sucking in earnest, the food starting to stuff itself into his mouth faster, as if on cue. As he grows fatter, faster, his thighs and ass raising him higher now, his fat fighting to fill every bit of space left in the chair and then some. His thighs and ass raising him higher as they grow as wider, fuller.

By the gods, or rather the devil, was Naven feeling so intensely good growing fatter and massive.

Then, as he crested over 500 lbs, the dragon could feel it coming on. His rolls were quaking and jiggling, his joints getting stiff, barely moving him as food rushed to stuff him even bigger. Retribution could feel it too, her fat being squeezed by his immense legs as she sucked him harder, faster. Urging him closer and closer to climax, even as his belly plumped up over his knees and sagging to her soft plump back.

The food was finally gone. Cakes, ice creams, pies, cookies, candies, pastas… no matter what fattening delicious food was served to him, it all rested inside his titanic gut as food and fat. Along with the end of the feast, Naven roared out as a powerful orgasm rolled over his fattened body.

“F-f-fuuuck!” he cries out. Pumping load after load straight into her mouth, Retribution surrounded by thigh and belly fat, smothering her backside as she greedily swallowed it down.

Soon, just as his climax began to come down, the room shifts again. The red walls and furniture fading, the black carpet morphing back to the familiar brown hardwood floor. Abel’s living room shifting back into view, a couple final spurts, making up the vestiges of his climax, spurting onto his sheep friend’s belly.

And Naven’s ass feeling the very chair he was sitting in only a second ago split apart, sending the giant 600 lbs of the man onto the floor, and straight to his back. Unable to move.

“Mmm, gods…” Naven moans out, before opening his eyes and realizing where he was.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Abel cries out, a surprising amount of adrenaline fueled strength pushing the sheep boy standing… though wobbly, grabbing a nearby napkin to wipe off the cum from his stomach, “One, what the fuck, and two, how are you suddenly fatter than me??”

“Retribution visited me.” Naven explained, using the first words that came to mind, “and, uh… devil went down on Naven.”

“…Very funny.”