Fat Demon

Chapter 1 - Fat Demon

Fat Demon

Bobby Singer stayed in most nights; the hunters’ authority, giving advice and warning where asked. These days, though, he did not stay home alone. With him was often Crowley, King of Hell, both of them keeping their relationship secret from demons and humans alike.

Crowley liked to give Bobby kinks he had no idea he needed. Bobby had kinks he had never fed – until now. He was a big, muscular kind of guy and, until Crowley, had believed himself completely straight.

The demon had changed that. Now Bobby actively enjoyed gay sex, taking the dominant role, as there was nothing Crowley liked better than to be taken.

Crowley, King of Hell, was a passive homosexual, in the sense that he loved to be fucked. Passive was actually the last thing you could call him. He would scream, shriek, spread his plump legs wide and beg Bobby to get his dick into him while showing the hunter all the male delights available to him while he did. Pansexual was more like it, he’d said, though he was making up for lost time doing all the things he hadn’t been allowed to when alive. Oh, he had done them anyway when he could but the risk of being hanged for it wasn’t as delightful as Bobby might suppose.

One night Bobby had dared to confess that he actually fancied fat dudes in particular and did Crowley know any spells that….? Crowley had been happy to oblige.

On this night, he was ready to burst out of his finely tailored suit as he waddled over to the surprised and delighted hunter, who began to caress him over his front and down between his legs. Bobby had been waiting anxiously for Crowley to show up. He’d been busy advising other hunters that day, including the Winchester brothers, whose snark on the subject of Crowley never ceased. Bobby regretted ever letting them know that Crowley was now approved to visit and they were not to gank him.

Ever since they’d arrived unexpectedly to find Bobby and Crowley in a clinch, Bobby with his hand thrust down Crowley’s pants gripping his dick, things had been a bit tense. Nobody could have claimed Crowley had been the aggressor then. He had been whimpering and rubbing his huge dick against Bobby, who had been trying to get his pants off.

For his part, Bobby was also catching up on lost time. He’d always appreciated the ladies, but now he was definitely up for exploring the other side of the fence in the form of a fat male demon, mounting him as he lay face down in a bed, or bending him over a handy table, his erection pressed against the surface as Bobby slid deliriously into him and reached around to fondle and grip his dick while he fucked him.

Now, he slowly looked Crowley over, meeting his smirk with an eager grin of his own. His hand found Crowley’s belt and fumbled to open his trousers while Crowley giggled and mock-resisted, but allowed the hunter’s big calloused hand to reach its goal, the huge and hardening dick between the demon’s plump thighs. This mightn’t be the demon’s actual mortal flesh, where he’d acquired three more inches below the waist for the selling of his soul, if he’d actually told the truth about that, but Bobby had no complaints. He was hardening rapidly as he reached for Crowley.

He grasped the large organ firmly, grinning as he heard Crowley whimper at the delicious sensations of Bobby’s fingers on his intimate parts. Hearing those effeminate sounds out of the powerful King of Hell was so damn hot. They indicated that Crowley was more than ready to be fucked. His preference for bottoming was probably something he didn’t share with his minions in Hell. It suited Bobby just fine, because what he liked best was to be inside Crowley.

“Get us to the bed now,” he ordered and in the next instant they were naked, lying on the mattress “Damn it, Crowley, how’d you stack on a coupla hundred pounds this fast?”

“Magic, darling,” the demon murmured. “But it’s not that much. Would you like to see that happen, hmm?”

“God, yeah,” the hunter muttered back, reaching for him again. He wrapped his hand around the throbbing organ to give it a series of tugs. Crowley, now lying on his back with legs raised and spread, squealed at the delicious sensations.

“Ooh, darling! Harder, please!”

“You drama queen,” Bobby smiled as he continued to caress him intimately. Gods, he wanted to be inside Crowley. Seeing him so fat was more exciting than he could have dreamed. And now, Crowley whispered an Enochian spell. His body began to swell even more and he fell back against the bed. His limbs and torso spread with fat that rippled in rolls over his body and along his arms and legs. Bobby’s hand on Crowley’s dick was now buried in his fat pad as he lay on his back, heavy legs forced apart by the hanging rolls of fat between them.

His bright dragon tattoos now adorned definite moobs, his body twice, three times again the size he had been when he walked in. Bobby groaned, sliding his hands around Crowley, muttering “Damn it!” like a prayer.

“You like this, lover?”

“Yeah, damn me, I do.”

“Fuck me then, Robert. I need you inside me so badly.”

Bobby breathed hard in eagerness, trying not to come before he got a good solid fuck in. He thought of how it might be if Crowley’s demon minions were to show up while they were like this, while Crowley wailed in lust and rubbed himself against Bobby’s hand. The hunter could not refuse to ravish the King of Hell in this swollen, helpless, delicious condition.
He was in the full flow of homosexual bliss, as always when Crowley was here, but supercharged by the demon’s newly huge form.

Bobby mounted the demon’s bulging body, pushing up the heavy rolls of his stomach to reach his hole. Gloried in the fat filling his hands as he eased himself inside and heard Crowley’s high pitched shrieks of delight as he was invaded. The muscular hunter began to pump into him, grasping handfuls of fat to hold on to as he slid in and out of the demon’s hole.

Crowley’s cries reached a crescendo as he orgasmed, writhing under Bobby, who thrust as deep as he could and shot his load into the shapeless blob of male demon. And still Crowley begged, “More, Robert, fuck me harder!” His voice was as effeminate as he could make it. Bobby needed no more urging. He let himself sink into the waves of fat as he continued to fuck the ecstatically screaming King of Hell, the huge, shuddering mass of cellulite which Crowley had become.
He pressed himself to the hilt and came harder than he ever had, drowning in flab.
Drowning in him.

Crowley lay, everything quivering as he savoured the thrust of Bobby’s cock into his hole, again and again and again. “Oh, darling, don’t stop!” Crowley’s body was shaking, the enticing blubber quivering with every thrust. Bobby plunged deep again.
He groaned as he did his best to split that huge ass apart, while the King of Hell lay deliciously submissive and quivering with fat beneath Bobby.
It was hours later when Bobby woke and found himself alone in his ruined bed.
*
Crowley came waddling back through the door a week later, smirking at Bobby as he squeezed himself through, opening his arms as though to indicate his present weighty state. He was even fatter than before, his suit stretched to bursting on his almost circular frame.

“How’re you even on your feet?” Bobby marvelled.

“Not easy, darling,” Crowley purred. When he pushed against Bobby, the hunter could definitely feel the promise of Crowley’s thrusting dick and also the quivering softness of the vast body under that suit.
His own response was not slow in arriving as he dizzily anticipated being able to throw himself on top of that delicious blob of flesh.
“Oh my, you are pleased to see me. You definitely do like the larger things in life. I’ve added a few more pounds to the spell, by the way. Feel this.” Crowley guided the hunter’s hand to the hanging flab of his stomach. “I do hope you’re still going to be able to find the way in. I can’t get to it like this.”

Bobby breathed hard, caressing the swollen flesh and then downwards, his hand rough, making Crowley squeal under his hands.
“So get your kit off already and get on the bed. You got to be horny as fuck if you can’t get to yourself.”

He had not even had to explain his own desperation.

During the past week, he had called Crowley but been unable to contact him and so he had gone out to a club, a specialist establishment for queer men, chubs and bears. There he had met a youth who could rival this night’s Crowley in size, whom he’d taken to a private spot outside and gone at it, sliding between the fat youth’s thighs to find entry while his cries rent the air. The boy had claimed to like it rough and Bobby had given him just that.

Bobby had taken him from the rear, reaching forward to wrap his hand around a leaking dick not quite as big as Crowley’s, to thrust and squeeze from rear and front, while the enormous youth had pressed back against him and begged him in a high, effeminate voice not to stop. Bobby, his cock rammed to the hilt in the youth’s huge ass, had no intention of it. He had continued to fuck the squealing superchub as hard as though he too had been a demon…and the fat, passive youth had seemed to welcome it at first….but soon cried out in real protest and struggled free. Bobby had had to watch him waddle away, growling in aching frustration, when what he really wanted was to pursue him, throw him to the ground and fuck him to satiation. Whatever it did.

Yet a human superchub, he thought, plainly didn’t have the resistance and perhaps not the preferences, of his demon. There was a chance he might have lost control, too used to demonic licence, and fucked the superchub too far.
Crowley had changed him too. He was spoiled for human partners; he knew it now. He took out his phone and called Crowley, voice thick with need. “Yeah, I’m making a booty call. Night hasn’t gone so great and I need you. Need you fat.”

Before I bugger that whimpering fat boy to death.

He’d gotten himself more under control, gotten home and cleaned up, to await Crowley’s promised arrival. And now, with that quivering hugeness under him, Crowley’s plump legs spread to invite him in, Bobby Singer took him with all the rough penetration the demon desired.

The fat, screaming demon king, who gave Bobby all that he now desired, more than any mortal could bear, lay under him while the hunter fucked him ruthlessly to orgasm. His dick was rammed deep inside Crowley, whose mind went to mush as the estatic sensations shot through his vast body.

He let out another effeminate shriek as Bobby plunged into him, his spear of flesh going into Crowley as far as it could. Then he was coming, flooding the bed under him as his vast body shuddered in waves of fat. Whatever Bobby desired was proving to be everything the demon needed.