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Celina has long Black hair she had rather small breasts but her thighs were quite thick.Celina was a witch most of her town did trust her her healing ointments always helped out. She always wore a blue dress with gold lining. Many of the townsfolk wanted her out though as they thought witchcraft was evil. Eventually causing her to be locked up inside her own home. After a week or so her food was running low but she tried something she brewed a potion that could make calories last 3 times longer after she was done the pink bottle sat there she took a sip it tasted good she ate a apple and felt full she thought "wow I can't believe this"she ate a bit more than went to bed the next morning she put on some pajamas as who would care about her dress now? She rubbed her thighs were they a bit thicker? No they couldn't she looked in the mirror and she realized she had. Oh well she thought it's just a pound or two yeah yeah she didn't care though. Today she snuck out to buy groceries when she returned she ate a large meal al for the first time in long time afterwards she drank some potion more than before this time almost instantly she felt more pudge. She murmured wow it's more potent than I thought she weighted herself one week ago 123 lbs today 132 lbs she thought well a little extra padding never hurt anyone over eventually she decided to get more food this time getting more junk than before she binged heavily to fill the void that helping the town left behind. 2 months later her gigantic frame lumbered out of bed her wool pj's about to burst and her white t-shirt about to burst. Her thighs were massive her belly was in second followed by her still small breasts she sighed "another day time for more eating " her breakfast was a shot of the potion a glass of oj 3 eggs lots of bacon and toast. She could barely fit out the door so she almost never went out and when she did it was to get more food. But one day she looked at her potion she looked at the recipe she modified it after brewing it she took a drink 50 pounds piled on she felt strange almost as if she wanted this for the past few months she just tolerated it but now she wanted it. She brewed lots more she drank a bottle and 100 pounds piled on. But one day she woke up and couldn't move she was immobile!! She always had potion next to her bed incase of this she drank and drank until her walls burst when the town saw her they thought that it wasn't her but it was and her potion eventually spread and now she is a queen of the land weighing in at over 10000 tons of pure fat

Another twisted tail from my demented mind. much more of a body horror story. you really don't see those any more. meh enjoy or be horrified Sarah is a curvy bluenette and she signed up for the spooky season at the local Circus Freak Show haunted house. Sarah was eager to make some pocket change this season and was really curious about what it was like to work in the haunted house. Sarah killed the interview easy and now was back for orientation. Sarah was led down a long dark hall by Luna a dark haired clown in a french maid costume, and taken to a large room. Once There she saw a banner of the circus fat lady Called "fat Mary." Luna Showed Sarah to the set. Luna explained "So the way this works is. I'm gonna play the roll of the circus owner or the master of games! Now the Circus fat lady is the physical embodiment of Gluttony! In fact each freak show attraction has there own sin theme attached to it. I will introduce you and then the stage hands will shine a spot light on you

Asmodeus might not have been the true king of hell, but damn did he feel like it some days. Sure, he was a Lord, one of the most powerful demons in the whole realm, but days like this really made him feel like he was truly on top of the underworld. Although he had been alive for thousands of years, the past 15 years had been the best in eons, and all thanks to the certain “little” imp who stole his heart. Fizzaroli, his longtime partner and now husband, had been the biggest light in the Lord of Lust’s life, and today was the perfect opportunity to let the imp know how much he was truly loved. Today was their 5th anniversary and Ozzie was determined to make his lover feel like a king too. Ozzie had already been up for several hours now preparing for their romantic evening together, but he knew that Fizz had probably not even gotten out of bed yet. He chuckled to himself, remembering the days when Fizz would be up at the crack of dawn, waking him up with an air horn. But ever since Fizz was strictly “employed” by only him, he rarely was ever awake before 10 am. Afterall, his only official job was being the emcee for Ozzie’s club, so why should he rush to get ready for work when it was only a few flights of stairs away? Ozzie knew he was always a little lazy and that was fine with him. He deserved to be after all he had been through in his short life. Ozzie made sure to have the servants keep Fizz occupied at least until noon so that he could finish the night’s preparations. He had closed the club for the night, keeping the place completely private for the two of them. He wanted tonight to be special for Fizz and wanted him entirely to himself for the evening. Five years of marriage is a milestone for any couple, even humans, but especially for them due to their mixed class/species relationship. Most of the time, demons of mixed classes only had short flings together, and marriage was rarely ever on the table. It was unheard of for a Lord to marry any being below a sinner (aka Lucifer). But for the Lord of Lust, who formerly used to stick his dick in anything that moved, to not only be in a committed relationship for over a decade and a half, but for that partner to be an imp was almost unbelievable. Ozzie himself never thought he’d even be in a relationship for longer than a couple years, let along agreeing to eternal monogamy with anyone, so this milestone really meant a lot to him. He even had a special gift for Fizz tonight that had been in the works for many years now. Before he knew it, it was well past noon and Ozzie was already missing his love. His crew had the rest of the decorating and dining preparations covered for tonight. He trusted his subjects and knew they’d pull through. He made one last quick visit to the chef to remind him to make a couple extra desserts, just in case Fizz’s sweet tooth got the best of him tonight, and made his way to the penthouse elevator. He entered their private quarters and was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights in the world in his eyes: Fizz just being his normal goofy self and playing with their quieves on the floor. A big smile was painted his face before shutting the door, alerting all 6 little critters and his husband that he returned. The little critters ran over to their papa, barking like crazy and jumping at his legs to get some attention. “Hey little buddies!” He cooed at their pets, giving each one a pet on the head before turning his attention back to Fizz, who still sat on the floor, giving attention to Precious, his favorite of the quieves. This little pup had always been far more attached to Fizz than Ozzie and both men knew it was because Fizz always gave her special attention due to her disabilities. She was in a wheelchair and partially blind, so why wouldn’t he spoil her just a bit more than the rest? Plus, he could unfortunately really relate to her situation, having artificial legs and all. “Good morning, dear,” Ozzie hummed, walking over to his husband, the rest of the pups trailing behind him. “I see you’ve gone to the dogs this morning.” “Hey Oz,” Fizz answered with a small laugh. “Yeah, they wanted me to play with them, and you know I couldn’t resist these cute little faces!” “Any reason you’re on the floor?” The lord asked, bending over to see his husband’s face. “Precious and Petunia were fighting over a rope toy and they started growling at each other. I figured I would intervene before things got messy, and then they all just sorta swarmed me with affection. So they all got belly rubs and cuddles once the ‘fight’ was over.” “Need some help up?” Ozzie asked, offering his hand to assist. “Yeah…” Fizz sighed with a bit of a blush on his pale face, grabbing Ozzie’s large hand and readying himself. With a groan, the imp slowly pulled his heavy body off the ground with his husband’s help. Even with the newly altered prosthetics, Fizz still had some trouble getting around sometimes. But Ozzie never once minded and was always eager to help his love no matter the situation. In a moment, he was back on his feet and ready to go about his day. “Thanks for that. Still getting used to how these new legs feel and I guess I might’ve put a bit too much pressure on them.” “No sweat, babe,” Ozzie said, caressing his chubby cheek with his thumb. “If you’re still having trouble with them in the next couple weeks, let me know and I can make some tweaks to them. They’re able to expand as much as needed and I can always adjust the endoskeleton for additional strength.” Fizz nodded before walking onto Ozzie’s hand to be lifted up on his shoulder to be eye level with his husband. “I saw the flowers you left me this morning. Thank you and happy anniversary to you too!” The imp said as he wrapped his extendable arms around Ozzie’s torso. “You’re always welcome, Froggy,” the lord said before giving his husband a sweet kiss. He noted how much heavier Fizz felt on his shoulder this time, bringing a little smirk to his face. Ever since Fizz quit working for Mammon, their lives had only changed for the better. There was one rather change that was unexpected for the both of them though, and that was the not so small elephant in the room of Fizz’s expanded body. He never told Ozzie about it prior to quitting, but Mammon had kept him on a rather unhealthy, super strict diet while he was under his control. Back then, Ozzie just assumed that Fizz was naturally thin and just couldn’t really eat a lot. He never really noticed that Fizz rarely ate sugar or many carbs at all during the first decade of their relationship, as he required much more food simply due to his much larger size. He just assumed that imps really just couldn’t eat much, that is until Fizz quit. A few months after Fizz quit, the imp slowly regained his appetite after realizing that he no longer had to sustain himself on less than 1000 calories a day. And like clockwork, the pounds began to pile on his formerly thin and wispy frame. He was devastated at first, but after Ozzie reassured him that he loved him no matter his size, he quickly learned to accept his body and however it was meant to change. About a year after Fizz quit, he was officially overweight and while he was embarrassed about the press poking fun at him, Ozzie on the other hand was absolutely infatuated with his lover’s changed physique. Ozzie had never been with a larger partner before, but as soon as Fizz’s belly began to hang over his pants, Ozzie was hooked on the chubby look. He knew chubby chasing and feedism were fairly common kinks, but he never thought it would be his thing until Fizz became larger. After some experimentation and communication, Ozzie and Fizz eagerly accepted the roles of feeder and feedee, and it definitely showed over the years. 4 years later, Fizz was now obese and very happy with the way his life was. He hadn’t gotten on the scale in a while, but Ozzie believed that he probably weighed somewhere around 375 pounds now, much heavier than his previous 120 pounds he was under Mammon’s control. Fizz never really liked weighing himself, mostly because of the bad memories associated with Mammon screaming at him when he was a pound or two over the “acceptable” weight. So Ozzie never pressured him to check on the actual number. He didn’t mind in the slightest, as he was just happy to see his little imp grow in all of the right places. He also always made sure to keep Fizz’s closet stocked with larger sized clothes if he outgrew his old ones. He knew Fizz felt awkward shopping at the big and tall stores, so he had his incubi do that for him. Best of all, Fizz was finally happy and felt fulfilled in life, despite being so heavy. Sure, he had some struggles that came with his larger size, such as having to upgrade his prosthetics to sustain his heavier weight or having to get his jester outfits custom made to fit his 55 inch waist, but those were all trivial problems to the couple. Ozzie would always make sure Fizz had everything he could ever want or need, and that included things to accommodate his heavier figure like reinforced furniture or a larger cab limo for transport. “Rumor has it you have something special planned for tonight,” Fizz chimed. “Want to give me a hint as to what it is?” “I’m gonna kick Tim’s ass for letting the cat out of the bag, but let’s just say I think you’re gonna really enjoy it,” Ozzie responded with a cheeky smirk and wink. “As long as I get fed and fucked tonight, I’m up for anything,” Fizz answered back with a playful growl and sexy smile. He wrapped his pudgy tail around Ozzie’s upper arm, squeezing it tightly before kissing his cheek. This sent shivers down Ozzie’s spine and made his feathers ruffle clear down his tail. “You naughty little brat!” Ozzie said with a chuckle as he walked to their bedroom. “There’s gonna be plenty of that and more. So let’s get dressed and get started on our day of fun.” He lowered Fizz onto the bedroom floor, letting him get ready as he sat on the bed and watched his husband. He could never resist an opportunity to watch Fizz undress, even when he was skinny. Now that he was round and plump, it was even more of a spectacle for the lord. “Want me to put on a show for you?” Fizz teased, popping out his wide hip and making a jokingly sexy pose. Ozzie bit his lip as he watched Fizz’s body jiggle from the sudden movement. This boy was trying to kill him. “As much as I would love that, let’s set that aside for later! We have to be down in Envy by 4 and there’s supposed to be traffic.” “Party poop!” Fizz playfully scoffed as he threw off his tight nightshirt and tossed it to Ozzie on the bed. Fuck, he loved seeing Fizz’s soft middle on display. He wanted to ravage him right then and there, but that would have to wait. He really didn’t want to be late for the show. He had spent a pretty penny on box seats and vip passes for this performance from Fizz’s favorite band, and he didn’t want Fizz to miss out on a moment of the show. Fizz gathered his clothes for the day and went to the bathroom to get ready. Ozzie knew he was still insistent on putting on concealer and other makeup to make his scarred skin look evenly toned. He never fought him on this anymore, as he knew it made Fizz feel more secure about his looks. He also knew Fizz never liked being watched while doing so, as it reminded him too much of Mammon yelling at him to cover all of his imperfections. As much as Ozzie loved Fizz’s natural look, he knew to let Fizz do whatever made him feel best. He scrolled on his phone, asking one of the succubus secretaries to make sure that his gift was still sealed in his private vault in his office and answering a few emails as Fizz got ready for their date. A few moments later, Fizz emerged from the bathroom, freshened up and looking exceptionally handsome to Ozzie. He wore a bit dressier of clothes versus his normal clown like attire for this date, opting for an aqua colored Henley shirt and black jeans. He also wore his black and aqua jester cap, making the ensemble match even better. Fizz was never one for suits and all of that, so this was rather formal for the jester. Best of all, this outfit was just slightly tight on his larger frame. Ozzie could see the outline of his soft belly in the shirt and how he had a prevalent muffin top that was poking out of his pants. And boy did seeing his ass in those “skinny” jeans send sparks to the lord. If Fizz wasn’t careful, he might actually rip those pants right down the middle and Ozzie would certainly have no complaints if he did so. “I hope this works for wherever we’re going,” Fizz said, shoving his phone and wallet into his pockets before doing one last check in the mirror to see if his horn stubs were all the way covered. “Tim said that it wasn’t super fancy, but to look somewhat decent.” “My darling, you look perfect in everything you wear,” Ozzie said, lifting Fizz’s first chin up with his finger and kissing his forehead. Fizz eagerly accepted the affection. “Hey, we might be married, but you still have to wine and dine me tonight to get me in this bed tonight!” Fizz teased, putting his hands on his hips. “Trust me babe, I planned to do just that,” Ozzie answered with a smirk, his fingers wrapping around Fizz’s chubby waist and pinching one of his side rolls. “Especially the dining part for my cute little piggy.” Fizz felt himself blush. Ozzie always knew how to push his buttons, and boy was he playing him like an Xbox. “I look forward to every bite,” he purred back, reaching up for a kiss on the lips, his husband eagerly accepting it. Ozzie put him back on his shoulder and called the driver to bring the limo. The couple said goodbye to their pets for the evening and went on their way to the first part of their special date night. Ozzie took Fizz down to Envy because Fizz’s favorite band was playing a concert there, and due to his lordly privileges, Ozzie was able to get the best seats in the house, along with vip backstage access. Fizz got to meet all the members of the band, taking several photos with all of them, especially the singer who was Fizz’s celebrity crush since he was a kid. Ozzie thought it was adorable that Fizz was so starstruck, despite being a celebrity himself. Even though he had been through several meet and greets on the other side, Fizz acted like an excited teenager when meeting his musical idols. Ozzie also couldn’t help but find Fizz even cuter after looking over their photos and seeing his soft belly peak out from under his shirt when he lifted his arms up. After the backstage tour, they went to their private box seats with an amazing view of the show. The arena was huge, but they had a completely unblocked view of the stage. He got a vip merchandise bag, complete with a custom made 5XL concert t shirt. There was even a small appetizer table and mini bar just for the two of them in this private room, which Fizz of course happily treated himself to throughout the concert. He knew he was going to have quite a big meal later in the evening as Ozzie promised, but he still couldn’t resist grabbing a few slider burgers, chips with queso, and rum drinks during the opening act or in between songs. Plus Ozzie indulged in a few bites and a couple of beers, so he felt better about being a fatty and eating so much in public. Fizz sometimes still was in awe at how Ozzie spoiled him like this, giving him anything he could ever want and more. All of this was for him, as Ozzie didn’t even like this kind of music. He felt so loved as they watched the show, holding Ozzie’s hand through most of the night and even dancing together in private as the band played “their song” that they used as the first dance at their wedding. He couldn’t help but tear up a bit as Ozzie held him close, squeezing his plush lovehandles, and softly sang the romantic song lyrics to him as they slow danced together. Just like his husband, Fizz too felt like a king today. They left the concert well into the later part of the evening with Fizz still reveling in the thrill of the experience. As their limo navigated the wet streets of envy and onto the ferry elevator back up to their home circle, Fizz couldn’t stop smiling in excitement from the night. “Thank you so much for that amazing gift, Oz!” Fizz squealed as he wrapped his extendable arms around his lover’s toned chest and hugging him tight. “Tim said my gift was super special, and he was definitely right! This was incredible and I am so happy with it! I have to tell everyone about it tomorrow at the club!” “You’re very welcome, Froggy, but that was only the first part of your gift,” Ozzie answered, hugging him back. “The best is yet to come and I’m so excited to give you the second piece.” “What in Hell could possibly be a better gift that what you just gave me?! I know I certainly can’t of think of anything!” The imp arched his eyebrow with a little chuckle. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” Ozzie said, a sweet smile on his face, followed by flirty eyes and a sexy whisper. “But first we have a not so little feast waiting for us back home. And my big baby boy better bring his appetite to dinner.” That sent shivers up the imp’s spine and blood to his crotch. He could hardly contain himself at that comment. He never thought he would like feedism either, dealing with issues with his weight since he was a teen due to that asshole of a former boss, but when Ozzie used his smooth as butter voice to praise him for how fat he was getting, all of his concerns and insecurities melted away and he was ready to eat. “When have I ever turned down the chance to stuff myself for you?” Fizz answered with an equally flirty whisper. “Good, because I have plenty of your favorites waiting for you. But when we get home, go back to the bedroom first and change into something comfy and stretchy.” His large hands trailed down to the imp’s fat ass, and tugged at his pant’s tightish waistband that was starting to dig into his soft, pale flesh. “It looks like these pants are getting tight on my pretty boy and as much as I would like to see you burst out of these, I want you to be nice and comfy for this wonderful feast.” Fizz agreed and they kissed again, Ozzie being handsy again and groping at his ass in those tight pants. Satan be damned, this imp was going to be the figurative death of him. The couple soon arrived at their palace and parted with a quick kiss for Fizz to change. Meanwhile, Ozzie went down to his office and opened his secret safe to retrieve Fizz’s most important gift of the night. The gift had been placed in a small box and wrapped in colorful paper matching the pattern of Fizz’s usual jester hat. He stowed the gift in his lapel pocket for safe keeping and went down to the club’s private dining room to reunite with his lover for their evening of food, passion, and fun. Ozzie made it to their special dining suite in the club first, finding that the chefs were just finishing up some of the entrees for the evening and had already set the table for them. Ozzie had this separate wing of the club specially built for them after Fizz accepted that he was into feedism and wanted to do regular feeding sessions with Ozzie. He made the table and chairs especially sturdy, able to withstand over 1000 pounds each just to make sure Fizz would have no issues with sitting on them. He even had it so that the side of the table that Fizz used was rounded out to give his big belly some extra room while eating. Ozzie wanted to make sure his love was always happy and comfortable, especially when they engaged in their naughty, unconventional kinks. Plus there was a reinforced chase lounge in the corner of the room if things got hot and heavy. A few minutes later, Fizz entered the dining room, taking a huge inhale to smell the aromatic food in the air. “That smells amazing!” He said, a huge smile painted on his chubby face. Ozzie instinctively walked towards his husband, admiring his beauty and taking in the whole sight before him. Ozzie’s jaw practically dropped as soon as he laid eyes on Fizz in this new get up. He switched back to his usual bright colored jester cap and had changed into a pair of extremely stretchy and thin light gray yoga pants. Although they were loose around the waist, they did very little to hide the fat Fizz carried below the belt. His ass was exceptionally defined in those pants, with his cute chubby tail swaying behind. Every dimple of cellulite of Fizz’s biological thighs was visible and his pelvic fat pad was accented in these tight pants. Best of all, he wore a deep purple crop top with no sleeves, allowing almost his whole belly to be on display to Ozzie’s delight. How in hell was Ozzie lucky enough to have such a sexy man as his husband? Ozzie pulled him into his arms again, reaching down to kiss him. He looked so fucking hot to him in this that he wanted to simply take him to the bedroom now, but knew he couldn’t until everything was set in place with the gift. Besides, Fizz was hungry and there was no way he’d let his baby boy go to bed (in the best way) hungry. “I take it you like the crop top?” Fizz asked with a cheeky smirk as they broke the kiss. “I fucking love it!” Ozzie purred, nuzzling Fizz’s cheek. “You look so amazing!” “You look pretty good yourself, big daddy,” Fizz cooed back as Ozzie sat him down in his cushioned, reinforced chair. “But I’m starving! Is the food ready yet?” “Almost, but let’s get you started,” Ozzie said, sitting in his chair beside Fizz and handing him a tray with cheesy garlic bread on it. “I don’t want to keep my baby boy waiting for his meal. He’s got a lot to put down tonight and we might as well start strong.” Fizz nodded as he grabbed the first piece of bread and eagerly started digging into the appetizer of his feast. Minutes later, dinner was served and a smorgasbord of assorted Italian dishes was sat in front of the couple, who both knew that most of what was there would be eaten in full by the not so tiny imp at the end of the table. Mountains of pasta, raviolis, lasagna, chicken piccata, meatballs, and other savory, cheese covered dishes were presented to the jester and he couldn’t wait to dig into them. As Fizz went to town on his first plate (filled to brim with meat and carbs), Ozzie made sure to never let his plates get too empty. While Ozzie did eat his fill of the food, he made it his job to keep Fizz eating and to encourage him to do so. Ozzie took his job of being Fizz’s feeder seriously, and wouldn’t let him leave the table without being as stuffed as a Thanksgiving Turkey. He knew Fizz liked doing this much as he did and they both liked pushing Fizz’s limits and his stomach capacity. How else could have gained so much weight in such a small time frame without Ozzie’s help? Every few bites, Ozzie cooed words of encouragement and praise to his bloated lover, who was still going strong despite already eating twice of what he would’ve when he worked for Mammon. It took so long for Fizz to overcome his fear of eating and gaining weight after leaving Mammon. He had a complete panic attack when he first realized he outgrew his original jester performing costume, feeling worthless and terrible for “letting himself go.” Ozzie had worked hard with him to get him overcome his insecurities with his weight, but over time, Fizz came to accept his life as a big man. Once he gained that first 50 pounds, Fizz became so much more confident in himself and his looks after Ozzie’s encouragement. He stopped caring if others judged him for his size and happily took to being the feedee in their relationship. He even did some plus sized modeling gigs now, feeling as desirable as ever in his new body, creating a huge wave of relief over Ozzie. Plus, none of his fans ever had anything bad to say about Fizz’s weight in person. Sure there were a few assholes that had something mean to say online, but Fizz hadn’t encountered anyone irl besides Mammon that would ever insult his weight. Ozzie was convinced that most of these troll accounts online were Mammon using sock puppet accounts or his few remaining fans to try and further smear their reputation. Regardless of that mess, Fizz always got nothing but adoration and praise while working as the host of Ozzie’s club. As he grew larger, his performance routines relied less on acrobatics and dancing and more on singing and comedy. He still had fans coming up to him after every show to say their praises and ask for photos, so Fizz felt very comfortable on stage despite all of the changes. Once Ozzie had finished his own meal, he couldn’t help but watch in awe as Fizzaroli continued to eat without a care in the world with a smile on his face. You would’ve thought this boy was from Gluttony instead of Greed with how he ate. Even after putting away a whole pan of lasagna himself, Fizz was still going to town on the food without slowing much at all. He wondered if Fizz had always had this appetite, but had suppressed it while working for that bastard. He had seen some old photos of Fizz in his youth before working for Buckzo’s circus and saw that Fizz was quite a chubby little tot. Maybe he was just predisposed to being heavier and just naturally had a big appetite? From the few memories Fizz had of his parents, he described his dad as a big guy, but they passed away when he was only 4, so it was all sort of a blur to him. But at the moment, none of that really mattered The only thing that was important now was that Fizz was enjoying himself stuffing his face and making himself sexier for Ozzie and himself. After about an hour of vigorously eating, Fizz leaned back in his chair cradling his bloated, full stomach and proclaiming that he was finished. Ozzie was very impressed with how far Fizz had pushed himself, seeing how there was only a few scraps of pasta and meatballs leftover. He had to have eaten enough calories for an average imp’s week in a single meal, and he hadn’t even made it to dessert yet! “You did so well, baby boy,” Ozzie purred as he placed his large hand over Fizz’s belly, gently kneading it as he kissed his fat, sauce covered cheek. He was groaning a bit and breathing a bit heavy, but he had a satisfied smile on his face. “You ate so much for me and I love you.” “Love you too, Oz,” he panted, adjusting his position to better let Ozzie rub his belly. Ozzie noted that there was very little give to his upper belly, meaning that Fizz was definitely stuffed to the hilt and would probably end up falling asleep here soon. Fizz often fell into a food coma when Ozzie fed him well, but would wake up a few hours later with his stomach growling and wanting more, usually something sweet, which would almost always be followed up by sex. Ozzie obviously had this in mind for this evening, but he still had one last trick up his sleeve for the night before Fizz took his pre-dessert catnap to sleep off all the carbs. He rubbed Fizz’s belly for a few more minutes, praising his lover for how well he ate and how much bigger and sexier all that food was going to make him. Fizz had always had a praise kink, even when he was skinny, so this worked quite well to turn him on and make him smile. Ozzie always played with his chubby tail while waiting for Fizz to get back to reality a bit more from all the food. About 20 minutes later, Fizz was a bit more alert, and while he was still full to the brim, he was able to concentrate on other things now. “You ready for the last part of your present?” Ozzie asked, grabbing his dining chair and moving it to better look at Fizz in the face. “Yep! Though you’ve definitely spoiled me enough for one day already! I feel bad I didn’t get you something more than just the few things that I did. Which by the way, your gift from me is on your vanity. Make sure to use lots of lube with it! … Not with the watch obviously! But with, you know, the toy.” “Fizz you know you never have to get me anything, let alone anything elaborate,” Ozzie chuckled as he sat across from his husband and taking his metal hands in his own. “After a few eons, you’ve gotten pretty much any gift anyone can think of. So don’t worry about what you got me, as I will love it regardless. Especially if lube is a requirement.” “I know, but still,” Fizz said, scooting himself a bit closer to look Ozzie in the eyes better. “Can’t help but feel a bit bad whenever you spoil me so much and I can’t ever repay you for it.” “Fizz, I would spoil you even more if you let me! I would do anything for you, and don’t ever worry about paying me back. You do that enough by simply loving me and being yourself.” The imp blushed a bit with a small smile, feeling the love radiate from the sinly lord. “But all of this leads me to the last gift of the day. A very special one that was years in the making.” Ozzie sat up a bit more to reduce the strain on Fizz’s arms as he began to tell his story of the gift. “As I said before, I’ve been around since the beginning. All 7 of us fallen angels have been there since day one of creation billions of years ago. I’ve been through a lot, seen a lot, and did a lot in that time. But through the millennia, there is one thing I’ve only done once in my long existence, and that was fall in love.” “I’ve had thousands of partners throughout the years and have been quite a few down low relationships in that time, but I never loved any of them before. Then you came along and turned my world upside down, teaching me what love truly is about and how wonderful it feels. And I’ve had a blast with you in my life over our years together. You make me happier than I have ever been and I cannot thank you enough for that, Fizzaroli,” Fizz blushed even harder, although he had heard Ozzie tell him this part of the story a few times before. “But there has been one problem that’s been eating at me since the day we got married,” Ozzie said, his expression changing to a more solemn one. “The truth is Fizz is that the sins weren’t supposed to fall in love with anyone. We weren’t supposed to need to be with someone forever. That’s why we’re the only immortal beings in this realm. “The hellborn are given only a maximum of ten decades of life, and sometimes I channel my inner Leviathan and envy them. They get the chance to find someone to be by their side for that short lifespan, have families of their own, and grow old with each other. They rarely have to worry about outliving their partners and being alone, and they have the comfort in knowing that they might meet again in another lifetime. I don’t have that luxury in my life. I have seen so many of my workers and former partners die and be reborn anew. They don’t know remember their past selves and they get to find their soul mate again and again each time. It always happens, like clockwork.” “Fizz, I will never die, but unfortunately you will. Sure, it won’t be for a very long time to you, but your life will go by in a blink of an eye for me. Your body will simply give up and while you would be reborn again in a new form later on. I would be left without you, and I can’t bare the thought of ever losing you.” Fizz saw the tears welling up in the corner of Ozzie’s eyes. He reached his hand up to caress his feathery face, which Ozzie nuzzled into for a moment before recollecting himself to continue on with his gift. “So I decided that I would do anything in my power to have you by my side as long as I can have you,” he said, pulling out the small box from his pocket and presenting it to Fizz. “Please open this. I will explain what I meant.” With a confused expression, Fizz carefully unwrapped and opened the package, revealing an elaborate gold necklace with a semi-heavy circular pendant at the base. The pendant included a large green gem in the shape of a heart in the middle, surrounded by smaller purple gems to create a jeweled version of Ozzie’s signature sigil. The main gem was so bright and shiny that he could see his own reflection in it. Small demonic words were etched into the back of the pendant, almost like an incantation of some sort. “Oh Ozzie, it’s beautiful!” Fizz said with excitement. This wasn’t the first time Ozzie had given him jewelry. He had received many rings, necklaces, and bracelets throughout their years together. What did this have to do with Ozzie and him being mortal? “Yes, I made sure that the design would look nice and would compliment most of your outfits, especially your stage ones,” Ozzie said with a small chuckle, taking the box back and removing the medallion out of its packaging. “But this is so much more than just a pretty piece of jewelry. This is the ticket to us being together forever.” “I-I don’t understand…” Fizz said, confused as to what his husband was talking about. “I couldn’t lose you, Fizz. So I had the team do some research and we came up with a solution. It took a few years to get the formulas and incantations right , but we created this amulet and a few weeks ago, I took it down to Pride to meet with my brother, Lucifer. I had a long heart-to-heart with him and he did me the biggest favor any of his siblings had ever asked of him. Just like he did for his own wife Lilith, he took some celestial energy and ‘blessed’ this amulet with the gift of immortality to whoever wears it. And now, it’s my gift to you, my love.” “S-So you’re saying that, we’re really going to be, you know, together forever? For real?” Fizz asked, stunned in disbelief. He had always worried about this issue too, but they had never really talked about it before. It was sort of something he kind of figured they would deal with when the time came, but here was Ozzie, always thinking of him again and again. “Yes, my love. Together forever, until the end of hell itself,” Ozzie said with a sweet smile and kissing the imp’s forehead. “All you have to do is wear this amulet and you will never pass away or even age. We’ll be physically around the same age forever now. Obviously you can take it off for small amounts of time, like to shower and stuff. It gives the wearer a whole day of immortality until they can wear it again.” “Ozzie, this really is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me. Fuck, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!” Fizz said, beginning to cry happy tears and hugging his husband, wrapping all four of his robotic limbs around his lean chest. “I don’t even know what to say other than thank you. Thank you so much. I love you so much!” Ozzie hugged him back tightly, loving how Fizz’s soft middle pressed into his chest. “You’re welcome, my love,” Ozzie said as he placed his smaller lover back on his chair and knelt down on one knee in front of him. “Fizzaroli, my one and only love, will you do me the honor of being my soul mate for the rest of my eternal life? For now and for ever?” “Yes, Asmodeus. Forever,” Fizz answered wiping the happy tears from his eyes. Ozzie gently placed the amulet over Fizz’s head, careful not to touch his sensitive, burnt horns. Once safely secured, Ozzie let go of the amulet, causing a puff of green smoke to form around Fizz and his eyes to glow the same color as the main gem in the amulet. The smoke faded in less than a minute, but his eyes remained that same bright green, which didn’t bother either of them. Ozzie reach down again to kiss Fizz out of nothing but pure love. Sure, he obviously still lusted after his plus sized partner, now more than ever, but this moment was one of pure unabridged love, stronger than either of them had ever felt before. They broke the kiss and simply smiled at each other, resting their foreheads together in each other’s embrace. After a moment of loving silence Fizzaroli interrupted with, “So for some reason, and I don’t really know how… I’m somehow hungry again? Did you have the cooks make dessert? I could really go for something sweet now.” Ozzie chuckled, knowing exactly how and why Fizz was hungry again, but he would reveal that information later. For now, though, he was going to make sure his lover’s belly was full again with as many sweets as he could eat. “Did you even need to ask? I always make sure my baby boy has all the chocolate and sweets he’d ever want. And now since we don’t have to worry about anything bad happening to you, why don’t we really let inhibitions go and let daddy see how much you can really pack away?” That signature evilish grin reappeared on Fizz’s chubby face. “It’d be my pleasure, big daddy. I’m absolutely starving.” Ozzie called for dessert to be laid out for his husband and while they were doing so, he decided to give Fizz an extra little treat by removing his jacket and shirt to show his bare chest to his lover. Fizz was always a sucker for his toned chest, using it as his own personal pillow most nights in bed; so he figured it would be an extra little motivation for him to eat to his limit. Ozzie also insisted that all staff were gone for their private dessert stuffing session. He made sure none of his workers ever saw their kink in action. Neither of them were ever ashamed about indulging in this fetish, but Fizz was not into public exhibition, so Ozzie made sure that it was only the two of them during intimacy. Once they were finally alone, Ozzie brought the cart of desserts over to his precious feedee and decided to do this properly by shrinking to his level. Even in this form, he still towered over the imp, but only by about 10 inches as compared to his usual 10 feet. He loved being this size to get closer to his lover in everyway he could be, especially when it came to getting handsy during dessert. He grabbed a tray full of assorted Italian butter cookies and held the first of several to Fizz’s mouth. “Open wide, baby boy,” Ozzie cooed, turning on the imp instantly. Fizz eagerly bit into the cookie, savoring its flavor. “All these cookies are gonna make you so pretty and soft, my dear.” Fizz could only moan in pleasure as more sweets were funneled into him. Ozzie made sure to praise him with each bite, sensually rubbing his stomach and telling him how cute he looked while being fed. He loved seeing how much Fizz enjoyed the desserts and just simply letting his inhibitions go. Fizz truly was a hedonist as heart just like he was, making them an even more perfect match. Within 20 minutes, the whole 2 dozen of cookies was in Fizz’s apparently empty pit of a stomach, along with a half gallon of coffee creamer as a substitute for milk (just to add in a few extra calories.) Surprisingly, he was still going strong, even begging for more as his hunger persisted. “Still not full?” Ozzie teased, bringing over a dozen cannolis and a whole pan of tiramisu. The imp shook his head no, wiping the cookie crumbs off his crop top that might have well been a bra with how far it was riding up from his bloated belly. Fizz also loved that the chefs went full out with the Italian theme, finding it fitting to his name. “There’s still plenty more here, my little froggy. Eat all you want and then some.” “I plan on it! I’m not even close to full at the moment. How the hell am I not stuffed yet?” The imp asked, eagerly putting away the first of the cannolis. “Fuck these are good!” Ozzie couldn’t help but find it cute when ravenous like this. It obviously wasn’t the first time he saw Fizz pig out like this, but never with this much vigor. He saw the amulet and Fizz’s eyes glow as he ate, confirming exactly what Lucifer told him what would happen once it was activated. “Let’s just say Lucifer said there might be a few ‘unexpected’ side effects from the amulet,” Ozzie said with a snicker. “But I’m loving these side effects and I hope they stick around for a while. I find this hot as fuck seeing you eat like this. Plus the amulet will prevent any health issues you might ever have from being heavy, so no need to worry about that either!” “Don’t get me wrong, I like it too,” Fizz said in between bites and sipping at the creamy coffee Ozzie made for him. “It’s just… odd to me, if that makes sense? Like I just want to jump on the table and eat everything I see on it. Like I just can’t get enough of these sweets and that my stomach feels like a bottomless pit.” “That’s far from a problem for me, my dear. And in that case, I’ll take one of these for myself,” Ozzie said, taking one of the chocolate covered cannolis for himself. “A feeder deserves a treat every now and then too.” “I thought I was your treat?” Fizz teased with a snorting laugh. “You said I have a big enough cake to feed all of lust!” “Oh you most definitely are my little treat and you my dear do have the best cake in all 7 seven rings!” Ozzie said seductively, snaking his free arm around Fizz to playfully slap the upper portion of his rear, earning a blush from the ravenous imp. “Bee herself couldn’t make anything sweeter than my baby boy.” Fizz was in hog heaven. He felt sexy and fat as fuck at the moment, and he loved every minute of it. He never felt this desirable before, even when skinny, and he loved that Ozzie helped him bring his confidence out as he grew bigger. “As much as I want you to fuck me on the table right now, my stomach is still growling like crazy,” Fizz said, placing a hand on his belly that still wasn’t full. “But seriously, take all that you want, but don’t expect there to be any leftovers with me. Especially these cannolis cause fuck they’re amazing.” Ozzie couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at that. He was so glad that the greed energy used for the amulet didn’t affect Fizz’s mind or personality, just his stomach apparently. And that was definitely something he could get behind and use to his advantage. What feeder wouldn’t want a round and fat feedee with a bottomless pit of a stomach? “This is all I want, but that’s so fucking sexy to hear you say that,” Ozzie husked, shoveling the last of the cannolis into his husband’s chocolate covered mouth before taking a bite out of his own. “So eat your heart out, baby boy! I can’t wait to take you on a ride once your tank is full.” Fizz arched his eyebrow with a smirk as he licked the chocolate from his chubby looking robotic fingers. “Keep that fuel pump flowing, Oz. I look forward to it,” he husked back, beckoning Ozzie over with the tiramisu pan. Without hesitation, Ozzie finished his own treat and straddled his husband’s wide hips and gently sat on his lap/lower belly before feeding him bite after bite of tiramisu. The imp happily licked off every spoonful, occasionally teasing Ozzie about how much he liked to see him get fatter. He even encouraged Ozzie to grab at his rolls while he ate, feeling closer and friskier than ever before with their kink. Ozzie loved seeing this new ravenous passion in Fizz, who was now gung-ho about eating every bite of this dessert. He found it hilariously ironic that power from such a nasty person could be used for strengthening both their love and their lust. About 9/10 of the way through the pan of creamy custard, Fizz started to slow down, his stomach hitting a wall. “Dammit! I wanna finish this so bad, but I don’t think I can do it…” he panted, his plush chest heaving a bit. He pawed at his beyond bloated stomach, which was as tight as a drum and in desperate need of some soothing. “Come on, baby boy. You only have about 6 bites left,” Ozzie cooed at him, finding the imp’s tail and twirling it in his large fingers. This was always a sure fire way to turn Fizz on and make him ready for intimacy. It seemed to do the trick for making him horny and ready for action, but not quite ready for a few more bites of custard and lady fingers. “Don’t you want to make daddy proud of you? You know I love it when you indulge as much as you can.” He wasn’t sure if it was his ego or whatever side effects this amulet gave him, but now he was determined to push through. “Alright, let me at it! Just give me some time.” “No worries, my dear,” Ozzie said with a devious smirk. “We have all the time in the world now.” Fizz smiled genuinely at Ozzie’s little reassurance there, knowing that this was reality and that they really did have no rush on anything anymore. They’d always be with each other, no matter what. A few moments later, the entire pan was gone and in Fizz’s taunt belly. He moaned in pleasurable pain at how it ached, feeling fat as fuck and sexy as hell. “Oh Ozzie… I’m so fucking full….” He panted, fighting the heavy weight in his stomach. Ozzie quickly tossed the empty pan and silverware away, grabbing a wet cloth napkin and wiping away the bits of cream and chocolate that smeared onto Fizz’s chubby cheeks. “I know but you ate so good for me!” The taller demon said, taking his seat again on Fizz’s middle, his large hands immediately making circles around his heavy belly. Fizz leaned his head back and closed his eyes while Ozzie went to work on one of his world class belly rubs. Fizz let out small mewls of satisfying discomfort as his husband’s hands swirled along his round belly and along his side rolls. Belly rubs were the best part of the kink for Fizz. They made him feel desirable, handsome, and oh so loved. His love language was always touch, and when he lost his limbs, touch became even more important to him. Since he couldn’t feel much more than pressure with his robotic hands, Ozzie and him always used facial contact as a form of intimacy. But once feedism was introduced into the equation, belly rubs became even more important than face nuzzles and forehead kisses. Sometimes, they were even better than the actual act of sex for Fizz, and that was saying something considering his husband had a Godzilla of a dick in his pants. Ozzie obviously loved these belly rubs too, finding them both sexy and heartwarming. He loved seeing how happy they made Fizz in more ways than just lust. He also couldn’t help but find his husband to be the sexiest demon in this entire realm as he panted and begged for his touch. To him, nothing could be more alluring, like a little glimpse of the heaven he left. “Satan be damned, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” Ozzie said, horny for both Fizz’s obese body and his overall being. The imp smiled as he melted into his husband’s touch, who began groping at his soft lower belly. “Such a beautiful, big boy. All soft and round, all for me to love.” Every inch of the imp before him was perfect in Ozzie’s eyes. Of course Fizz had always been beautiful to Ozzie, but ever since Fizz quit and they dabbled into this kink, he had only gotten better with each pound. And Fizz looked absolutely wide and massive from this angle. Ozzie absolutely loved Fizz’s fat belly, especially when it was crammed packed like this. It was perfect for grabbing onto during both cuddles and love making, and Ozzie’s hands were on it every chance they could be. He loved how soft and pliable the fat on his lower belly was, loving how low it hung and slapped against his upper thighs when walking and splayed out upon them when he sat down. He leaned over and began softly kissing his belly, gently nipping on the soft flesh as he explored his flabby body. Fizz also had a bit of a girlish figure since packing on the pounds, and although he wasn’t thrilled about it at first, Ozzie sure went nuts over it. Ozzie loved curves on anyone and when Fizz finally had them, he was practically addicted. Fizz had very wide hips for a male imp, and they grew bigger with every pound he gained. They were often where most of his weight landed, creating perfectly soft lovehandles for Ozzie to hold onto during more than just sex. He always had an arm around Fizz’s wide waist and hips, even in public or doing mundane things. And of course, how could he resist that amazingly wide shelf ass? Fizz always had a nice ass, even when skinny. Now that he was well over 300 pounds, it was fucking amazingly thick and round. He was the embodiment of lust afterall, so he knew a fine butt when he saw one. Although there wasn’t much of them left, Ozzie also adored Fizz’s biological thighs. He loved kissing and nipping at his fat inner thighs when going down on him, loving how they slightly pillowed over his prosthetics and how they jiggled with each step he took. He also couldn’t help but love that Fizz’s chest was as large as some of his succubi workers. Although they were currently half covered by the crop top, Ozzie couldn’t help but grope at them any chance he could. But Fizz was now truly fat everywhere to his husband’s delight. He had such an amazing double chin, which was covered in kisses and love bites everyday. It was so thick and Ozzie adored how it wobbled and jiggled when Fizz ate. His cheeks were chubby and round, making his face more cherubic than demonic at times. That extra bit of pelvic fat above his dick was also an added bonus for the man of lust, having it hit the perfect spots when they made love. Even his tail was chubby, having a thick base with little rolls that Ozzie loved grabbing at. And don’t get him started on how much he loved Fizz’s abundance of stretch marks! So many of them made their home across his big belly and across his moobs and Ozzie often fell asleep while tracing them with his fingers. He especially loved how they felt on Fizz’s scarred skin, creating such a unique texture for him to touch and kiss. Overall, he couldn’t be happier with Fizz’s plush body and he made sure his love knew it. “You ok to go a bit further?” Ozzie asked, tugging at Fizz’s now even further stretched out yoga pants. “Absolutely! Just be gentle around my belly. It’s still really sore,” the imp answered, adjusting himself to make it easier for Ozzie to pick him up, fully undress him, and go to town. He had to take the bottom position at the moment, as he was far too full to even think about riding Ozzie. Ozzie carried him over to the lounge, propping him up with some pillows sliding his clothes off. “I’ll take care of my baby boy, don’t you worry,” Ozzie said, lifting his chin with a seductive voice. “Now let Daddy do all the work while you just enjoy yourself.” The demons passionately kissed, ready to indulge in each other’s flesh for their anniversary. An hour or so later, Fizz was completely worn out and done for the night. He was full in every way possible and his body was simply exhausted and ready for rest. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy,” Ozzie said, seeing Fizz beginning to nod off as he used some warm towels to clean him off after this evening’s fun. Fizz nodded with a yawn, his heavy breathing starting to slow. “You ran me through the wringer tonight,” he said as Ozzie began to redress. “I’m done for now… but maybe we can do this again tomorrow after the show?” “Anything for you, dear,” Ozzie said with a wink. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this little greedy spark in their intimate life. “But it’s late and you’ve got to be tired. Let’s get you into bed.” Fizz agreed and asked for one last kiss with Ozzie at his level. The sin happily obliged, as Fizzaroli got anything his little heart could ever want. He resized to his base form and helped Fizz get at least his underwear back on before taking him upstairs to the bedroom in the penthouse. Both of them agreed that he was too full and bloated to even attempt pants or a shirt for bed, so Ozzie instead picked him up in his arms and wrapped a blanket around him for a bit of modesty in case any employees happened to be around. Fizzaroli simply rested his head on the sin’s chest, with a happy smile on his chubby face and his eyes shut. Ozzie couldn’t help but find it cute/sexy at how much heavier Fizz felt in his arms. He definitely had to be at least 400 pounds now after this stunt, and would most definitely be growing bigger thanks to the amulet’s side effects. But no matter how big he grew, Ozzie would be right there to hold him in his arms. Ozzie was extremely strong and Fizz would still be easy for him to hold and lift, regardless of his size. He carried him to the elevator, humming a soft tune to further relax the overstuffed imp. Ozzie went straight to their shared bed for the night. He had the staff babysit the quieves for the night, so no need to worry about them accidentally jumping on Fizz’s expanded and sore belly. He rested Fizz on the silk covered mattress, who kicked off the blanket and stretched for a moment while his much larger lover undressed to his boxers. He also carefully removed his hat, feeling comfortable enough to show his lover his biggest insecurity. A few minutes later, Ozzie climbed into bed, settled himself in position, and picked up his husband to let him rest in his favorite spot in the whole world. The imp quickly cuddled into his feathery chest, laying on his side and causing his big belly to flop in front of him. Ozzie placed Fizz’s favorite pillow underneath his head, mindful of his stubby broken horns, and the imp was settled in for the night. “Goodnight, Ozzie,” Fizz said, a sleepy tone in his voice. “Thank you for everything. You’re amazing and I love you so fucking much.” Ozzie simply smiled and kissed the area between Fizz’s horns, making the imp blush even harder. “I love you too, my Fizzy Frog. More than you’ll ever know.” The sin pulled the blankets over top of them and held Fizz with his hand over his chest before closing his eyes to sleep. Father was so wrong all those years ago. Paradise wasn’t lost to Asmodeus when he fell. He found it right here in the robotic arms of his chubby little imp that laid on his chest. And now, that paradise could last forever. Fizz would be with him until the very end of hell itself, and he couldn’t be more grateful to his older brother for granting him this wish. He let out a silent tear of happiness, so glad that they’d be together forever. Epilogue: “Fucking hell….” Mammon cursed under his breath, trying to get out of bed. He lifted his head off the pillow, and was immediately hit with the absolute worst headache he had ever felt in his eternal life. He crashed back down, simply unable to even sit up. He groaned again, angry at the fact that his body was feeling so shitty. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually gotten sick. It had to be over a century ago, and even then, it was never this intense. Sins like him were immortal and nearly invincible physically! How the fuck could this be happening?! This whole ordeal started last night around 9 pm or so. He was in the middle of a business networking event and all of the sudden, he felt like he had been hit by a truck. The envy twins were by his side when he collapsed on the floor, his entire massive body practically flopping onto them. They didn’t even want to be at this stupid event, but were forced to drag his fat ass to the limo and send him home. They just assumed he did some party drugs that were too much for him to handle, and ditched the event to go to a nightclub for the rest of the night to hook up with the cute incubi that ran it. Once back at his big top palace, the servants took over from there, 4 imps breaking their backs to toss him in his bed, still in his usual jester gear and left alone to fend for himself. He figured that he just had some bad food or something and decided to sleep it off to get whatever this was out of his system. But here he was, waking up at the crack of noon to what felt like the world’s worst hangover. He finally mustered up the strength to sit on the edge of the bed, using his upper arms to grab at his head and apply some sort of relieving pressure. The room was spinning, the lights were far too bright, everything was so damn loud, and he felt nauseous. He was absolutely exhausted, although he just woke up. What the fuck was happening to him? Moments later, there was a knock at the door. “Boss, you decent?” The female voice of Glam asked. “Yeah. Just come in,” he grumbled, annoyed with the pitch of her voice in this state. “Thank Satan! Cause we’re not coming in if you’re naked again!” Glitz said as she opened the door. “Seeing your bare fat ass was certainly someone I never want to see again!” “Piss off!” He barked back, wiping his eyes as the girls entered his room. “What the fuck is this about?” His vision was also blurry, making him unable to tell which girl was which. “Axel from the mailroom asked us to deliver this to you,” Glam said, pulling out a wrapped gift from a tote bag. “It’s apparently for you, but there’s no return address. He said an imp from the greed ring delivered it this morning in person. He said the imp’s name started with a B, but couldn’t remember what it was.” “Bring it here,” he said, using one of his lower arms to beckon the girls over. His headache was still not subsiding. “It’s probably from Crimson. One of his lackies is named Bruce, so that’s probably who it was. Cheap bastard probably just didn’t want to send his check in the regular mail to save on postage.” “Boss, it’s wrapped in purple and red gift paper with a giant ass bow,” Glitz remarked as her sister handed him the package. “Why the hell would that be a check?” “The fuck if I know! He’s a freaky little mafia bastard and I never put anything past those little fucks…” Mammon said, hastily removing the bow from the box. He discarded the wrapping paper and found a blue gift box inside. Upon opening, a bunch of penis shaped confetti blew out at his face, going all over the bed, floor, and even in his hat. “Fucking shit!!” He yelled, swatting the confetti away from his face. The twins couldn’t help but laugh at him struggling. They weren’t his biggest fans, but they put up with him for the fame and paycheck. Ever since they became the golden children after Fizzaroli quit (aka the ones who earned him the most money), they had been stuck by his side considering he practically owned them at this point. He shot them an angry glare once he could see again before going back to seeing the contents of the package. Inside the box was a bottle of Tylenol, a large bottle of Gatorade, a bag of some sort of gummy candy (in phallic shapes of course), and an immodestly sized purple dildo. “What in the actual bloody fuck?” He said, pulling the sex toy out of the box. The girls were now howling with laughter, unable to contain themselves. “The fuck is all this about?!” “I hope that wasn’t the check you were looking for!” Glitz cackled, tears of laughter leaking out of her eye. He rolled his eyes and set the dildo aside on the nightstand. It certainly wasn’t the first time someone had “gifted” him a sex toy, and probably wouldn’t be the last either. He then saw a letter at the bottom of the box with the words “To: Mammon” on the envelope. He snatched the letter out the box and tossed it aside to read the note from whatever troll sent him this. He opened the letter to reveal a message from someone he hadn’t spoken to in years. The letter read: “To my asshole brother Mammon, Thanks for giving my little Fizzy the gift of eternal life! Luci told me how “generous” it was for you to sacrifice a bit of your power to make sure my beloved husband will be here with us for the rest of time. And don’t even try to talk him out of going back on this deal, as this thing is sealed in blood for eternity. Enjoy your monthly power drainage hangovers! I got you a little something to make things a bit easier on you. Fizzy says hi and hopes you aren’t always a sad sack of shit for the rest of eternity! I told him not to get his hopes up, but hey at least the thought counts! Love, Asmodeus P.S. Go fuck yourself! You’re the world’s biggest cunt, so I made you a model of my dick for you to do so!” At the bottom of the note was a happy photo of Asmodeus and (a very fat) Fizzaroli at their club, flipping off the camera and holding each other’s hands. “THESE FUCKING ASSHOLES!!” Mammon screamed. “THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THESE TWO!!!” He went into a rambling rage, saying ever curse word that existed and even slipping into a native demonic tongue. “THAT FAT LITTLE BITCH AND THAT OVERGROWN COCK HAVE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!!!!” The girls slipped out of his room, snickering the entire way. Glam had recorded all of this, know it would make one hell of a viral video for all of hell to see.

Linda wanted to reach a box of chocolates on the top shelf. But she was too short. Linda was also afraid that her weak, clumsy, fat body won't let her to climb on a stool. Her tall, muscular and fit husband Matt came and witnessed this scene. "You need some help, love?" he asked "Yes please, I need to reach the chocolates, I wanted something sweet" Linda replied with a bit of whining in her voice Matt effortlessly took the box from the top shelf and offered: "Maybe I can make you some tea to drink with this?" Linda thought for a moment and replied: "That would be nice, thanks" And so Matt began making the tea. While Linda was sitting in the living room, she looked at her phone, browsing her social media accounts. She scrolled through her old photos - fit, athletic, very thin figure skater on the ice rink. Linda's transition from American's most perspective figure skater to fat and weak girl working from home as sports journalist was gradual and beautiful. Now she loves food and cozy