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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

It was a quiet day in town. Alex, a 16 year old boy with short brunette hair, green eyes was walking through town wearing a tank top and baggy pants, wandered through however while he wandered he saw this man holding a sign reading 'join piggys4life' the man was near a truck as well…. Alex being the curious mind he is, walked up to the man "yo… the hell is piggys4life?" A smile spreads across the man's face "why piggys4life is where we find anyone of any gender and take them to our facility, feed them every day, they get their own room, maids and get paid 500 million dollars a day for doing nothing!!" It sounded too good to be true…. 500 million a day for just doing nothing?... but Alex was also a cocky boy so being the fool they are he said "oh okay mr piggy…. Where do I sign?? I'll join this cult." "It's not a cult…" Alex then quickly shushed him "its a cult dude," signing the contract but however he didn't read the fine print at all which would become his undoing… the man smiles as he then leads Alex into the back of the truck "oh sir you will not regret this one big, I MEAN BIT!!" Locking the back of the truck with it quickly started to move as the man drove Alex all the way towards the feeding facility…. Once the truck was brought to a halt Alex was helped out of it by two other employees both being chubby women "my my hey young man…" "so kind of you to join us!" Speaking like the twins from the shining "it's no bother ladies… so uhh what's gonna happen to me…" fear was in his time as they brought him inside, once they brought him through he saw fat people all around in all different sizes and a door to a room which said 'piggy pen' as he looked through the glass window all he saw were naked men and women eating from a trough which had a pink slop… all of them guzzling it down like pigs…. Everyone in there was on all fours but with their blobby bodies being so big their fat lifted them off the floor…. Shit also surrounded them all with flies buzzing around the place. "Don't worry young man, that place isn't for you…. Yet." the women lead the boy to his room which was an enormous bed 500x his size, some 'slop dispensers' which all had various flavours ranging from their classic piggy pink all the way to things like chocolate, cinnamon, banana, orange, cherry, strawberry… it even had a calorie input which let you pick how many calories you would want… "Welcome Alex! To your very own room at piggys4life!!" Alex looks around the room with calmness which was just a facade "oh sweet… uhh ya know I thought I was signing up for uhhh…. a fitness programme!" Thinking of excuses to try and get himself out of this hell however one of the chubby employees brought out a picture of his signed contract and puts a magnifying glass over the fine print and it read 'once signed you can not leave the facility.' But as this was read another person entered the room and it was Alex's childhood friend Sammy who was a tall woman, 17, long black hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt which had nirvana on it, bright blue eyes, freckles and a confused look "oh my god Sammy?" He instantly hugged her but then another person came into Alex's room it was his other best friend Noah who was a muscular 17 year old who had a red shirt on with shorts, short black spiky hair and grey eyes, all three were confused especially Alex whose room was only made for him but then the room extended in height and width, beds were rolled in as the employees stripepd them all naked with Alex covering his penis, Sammy covering her breasts and vagina however Noah was just confused still not even trying to cover himself "woow…. It's big…." An employee said blushing with the other lady slapping her to get her back to normal "snap out of it slut! Remember our job?" Then the employees help Sammy and Noah into bed, then both of them get Alex into bed. Then before they left they activated a button which made tubes lower from the ceiling "these are the feeding tubes, enjoy our patent pending piggy pink slop! its only got 500 trillion quintillion calories…." Smiling before they left and watching the three on cams, the tubes go into their mouths and pour the pink slop right down their throats with some leaking out of their mouths only to dribble onto their chins… moaning filled the room while they drank it all, their weight expanding rapidly as well with the employees and boss watching as they all went from their own disgusting small sizes to enormous blobs and whilst employees all over the facility watched some were mumbling to one another "oh imagine what they're gonna be like once they use our feeder toilets." All giggling with glee and going back to feeding the other members of Piggys4life, not even cleaning them at all….

A couple of years ago, I(34f) lost my job due to the company I worked for going into financial trouble. My husband at the time didn’t work which caused us to struggle for money and eventually led to him abandoning me and our 3 children (9f, 7f and 5m). Because of this, my parents (65m and 64f) offered to let us move back in with them for a while. Everything was fine, but after a few weeks I noticed that the food being given to us was both unhealthy and given in very large quantities. I didn’t want to offend my mom so instead of bringing it up with her, I offered to do some of the cooking instead. However, she insisted it was all done by her because she “enjoys it”. Reluctantly, I obliged and just thought “I’ll just leave most of it”. The problem with this, is that she started offering anything I didn’t eat to the children who ALWAYS ate ALL of it since they didn’t realise how bad it was for them. I also didn’t want to talk about this with the children because creating a fear about

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.

The shining Broadway lights glitter like tinsel as posters for “Chorus Line”, “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”, “Tony Villante: The Musical”. “H.M.S Pinafore”, “Beauty & The Beast (Black Version)”, “Shrek: The Musical”, and Cats (NO, NOT THAT MOVIE)” were hung up everywhere on billboards and on the walls as hundreds of people gathered for the newest release to come onto the stage. You had front row tickets for a production that would, as the critics put it, change your entire life. The play was called “Second Helping Of Song” and starred a crew of nobodies you have never heard of. They probably had a long IMDB page however. “This is it.” The director of this play gently pulled open the curtains to see a full house. “This is what I have been dreaming of ever since I taught drama club back at my school.” The director had a beret, circular red glasses, and a black turtleneck sweater. “PLACES, PEOPLE! THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START! THE WORLD WILL SOON KNOW THE NAME OF HEINZ GUNTHER!”

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS FEMALE WEIGHT GAIN AND SSBBW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ALL THE CHARACTERS SHOWED HERE ARE OVER 18 YEARS OLD, DESPITE THE ORIGINAL CONTEXT. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, Weekly Shonen Jump and Studio Pierrot. -•- Today's an important day, after many years of hard work and studying day after day, you finally managed to finish college. Your family was always recognized in your city, your father was a great doctor, your mother was an intelligent professor who taught at the same university you attended, and your brothers were professional tennis players. So, it was an unexpected surprise for them to know that from now on, you would work as...a chef. But, there was a reason for the choice, your grandfather. Since you were little, he taught you all kinds of recipes, whether they were made with fruits, vegetables or sweets. For him, the most important thing was to make the tester happy. Unfortunately, the old man died when you where only 7 years old. Before his death, he left you a diary, which contained all kinds of secret recipes, his last words to you were, "Please live the dream that I could never achieve." Despite making delicious food, he was never able to demonstrate it to the world, every day, week, month and year, those words echoed in your head like a drum. So you had already decided very well that you would make that "impossible" dream come true. - • - A few days later, you receive a job offer at a pastry shop, located in Karakura Town, The only thing you had heard about that city were the supposed stories of ghosts and supernatural beings. Obviously, once you became an adult, those stopped having relevance. Finally, you arrive at the place and are welcomed by a mustachioed man. "Ah, you must be the new guy. Nice to meet you, I'm the manager of the store, my name is Hiroi Kuchihige. Let me introduce you to the other workers". He takes you to the kitchen, where you find only two other employees, a boy and a girl. "She's Aoi Umi, and he's Kiken Akaishu. They'll be your co-workers". The small number of workers seems very strange to you, so you ask about that. "Oh right... you see, this place used to be a little more populated, until that food critic came along and ruined everything". This catches your attention, to which you ask again. "Orihime Inoue, have you never heard about her? She's known in food places for being a very famous critic, her mere approval is considered an achievement, but we have never obtained it, and so we are, moving forward" this makes you feel nervous, whoever this woman is, it must be very important if her mere criticism was enough to leave a local like this. Still, you were sure that things would get better in the future. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go wait for the calls, you calm down and talk to your new partners". You formally introduce yourself to them, to which they replied. "Hey, my name is Aoi, what's up?" She's a very short girl, measuring just over 1.60 CM, she had black hair with strands dyed blue, despite the greeting, she didn't look away from a manga she was reading. "I'm Kiken..." Unlike Aoi, he was a fairly tall boy, his hair was shaved on the sides, leaving a red-tinged crest and the face was covered in several piercings. He seems to have a very serious attitude, because he looks at everyone with an angry face. Starting a conversation has never been so difficult, so you decide to check the place to see how it is, what ingredients are in the furniture and refrigerator, and that everything is clean. When suddenly, Hiroi walks into the kitchen scared, as if he had seen a ghost. "GUYS, THIS IS BAD, IT'S AN EMERGENCY" he's breathing in and out constantly. "What now? Is one of the toilets clogged again?" Kiken asked mockingly. "ORIHIME WAS COMING TODAY, I COMPLETELY FORGOT!" "Oh. . "Shit" quickly, your partner realized how horrible this situation was. The two of them would start walking around the kitchen, thinking what they could do. "YOU TWO, ENOUGH" finally, the girl from the group managed to calm them down, It even seemed like she was the real boss. "Listen, let's prepare everything, she is just another client, we can do it better than last year...and the year before...and the year before the year before..." Everyone remains silent, your hopes of being able to fulfill your dream were slowly fading. "Let's separate the tasks, who will take care of the food?" The seconds pass, but no one dares to accept that specific task, therefore, you decide to take a risk and agree to make the food. "Hm? Are you sure? She won't be filled with just two plates, you know" despite what she said and the warnings of the other two, you bravely decide to accept the position. "Very well, you will be in charge of the food, I will be your assistant...and you two will be the waiters" Kiken seems to get angry. "Hey!, do you think I look like-" "I said... that you two... will be the waiters" she cracks her knuckles, intimidating them, who have no choice but to accept. "Alright, let's get to work" -•- A few minutes passed, your companions, despite being few, are quite useful, the boys are in charge of preparing a table specifically for the woman, although. . .Is it necessary to put a couch instead of a chair? Does she even criticize the seats? Everything was so strange, but it's not time for distractions, you had to prepare multiple dishes. . .for a single person. . ."Hey, are you okay?" Aoi asked, she noticed that you were worried, but you assured her that you were fine. "Great, it's not good to be distracted now. So, do you have any idea what to prepare?" This is when your time to shine comes, you reach for your backpack and pull out your grandfather's diary. "Uh...what is that? Is it a recipe book or something?" You tell your distracted friend a little about this particular book. "Your grandfather's diary? You say it has multiple recipes? Let's see, what sweet things can you prepare?" You review a little, there are several options, milkshakes, cakes, cookies, etc. "I see, how about we start with...one of the smoothies and...some pancakes?" The idea seems excellent to you, so you start your first course. Suddenly, you hear the door open, you feel the ground shake every second, what the hell is happening? Is it an earthquake? You decide to peek out the kitchen door to see the situation. . .And there she was...Orihime Inoue. Your eyes couldn't believe it, this woman was extremely obese, there was not a single part of her body that was not stuffed, her face, arms, legs, breasts, butt, everything was emphatically large, approximately, she should weigh just over 600 pounds. Your companions were trembling with fear, if you had to make a comparison, you were ants, while she was an elephant. "O-o-orihime...it's been so long...hehe" Your boss was nervous, he could barely say a word without getting stuck. "Ah, Mr. Kuchihige, it's been a year since I last came here." the worries you had disappeared a little, despite her intimidating appearance, she turns out to be a very kind person, her way of dressing also supported this point, instead of coming in a suit, She was wearing a brown vest over a long shirt, wearing an extra-long skirt that reached above her feet, and a pair of sneakers. In addition, she had some light blue barrettes in her long orange hairstyle. How was it possible that your superior was so afraid of a woman like that? Out of nowhere, a tremendous roar sounds throughout the place, now what was that supposed to be? "Oh, I'm so sorry, it seems like my belly is still hungry" It was unbelievable "I-it seems like you haven't eat yet" nervousness did not stop stalking the poor owner of the place. "Not at all, I've already been in five more places, the food was delicious, but it doesn't seem like i'm full yet" you could see how the soul left that man's body, Kiken tries to calm him down. "Anyway, would you like to take a seat, Miss Inoue?" He points to the table they prepared. "Of course!" They take her there, she sits on the couch, her ass covers the entirety of it, they knew that something like this would happen. "You are the first place to use a couch, every other place i went used chairs, but they broke instantly" She laughs a little as she tries to get comfortable, her protruding stomach moves the table a little from below, while her watermelon-sized breasts rest on top of it. "I'll be waiting for the food, surprise me!" Your companions quickly return to the kitchen. "Ok, the whale is on the table, what did you prepare for now?" Your friend asks while reassuring the older man. "A chocolate milkshake with vanilla ice cream and some cream-filled pancakes," your assistant said. "Just that?" He was getting a little angry. "Be patient, okay? These new dishes take time" patience was the key, it was one of the phrases your late grandfather used to say. It was just a matter of waiting to enjoy the food. -•- Finally, you manage to prepare the food. "We are very sorry for the delay, Miss Inoue, here is your first dish" Kiken leaves the plate in front of her, who watches attentively. "Is there a problem?" He asked worried. "Not at all, I'm just checking that there are no hairs like last year" Hearing this only worried you more, how bad was this place before your arrival? Finally, the woman grabs the milkshake, and with a plastic spoon, takes a bite of the ice cream that was on top. Her facial expression changes, your friends are worried, but suddenly, she starts eating the rest of the ice cream, then, she grabs the straw and suck the entire shake in a few seconds, finally, after grabbing the pancakes, she swallows them with mere ease. "S-so...did you like the food?" The mustached man asked as sweat fell all over his body. There was a small pause, until she let out a moan and her eyes shone like gold. "It was excellent! It's incredible how much you improved in just one year, it's been a while since someone surprised me like that...could you prepare more, please?" You had done it, she loved your food. Your co-workers were about to cry with happiness, but it was not time to relax, you had to satisfy an appetite, You had to fulfill your mission. -•- An hour had passed, a damn hour and this woman couldn't stop eating everything they served her, you serve her things like cupcakes, ice cream, chocolates and so on, she swallowed and swallowed. It seemed like there would be no end. However, after her fifteenth dish that had dinosaur-shaped cookies that had dark and white chocolate chips plus a raspberry milkshake, Orihime's face was beginning to blush, as if something was bothering her. Upon checking a little, you noticed that she had gained weight. Her belly was beginning to protrude over her vest, pushing the table a little further away from her. Her breasts had grown a little, and her butt was beginning to protrude over the couch. "Eh... Mr. Kuchihige, I'm going to order one last dish, I just remembered that I have to go home to do... some things" something seemed strange, what was making her uncomfortable? "O-okay, no problem, we will prepare one last dish that you will enjoy" The waiters run towards the kitchen. "I can't believe it... it's actually happening... WHERE'RE GONNA SAVE THE ESTABLISHMENT" Your boss was crying from happiness, you had truly achieved a feat that seemed impossible for them. "Alright, new guy. What do you plan to prepare now?" You decide to look at the diary one last time, you wanted to end this with something big. . . Until you find something great and show it to the others. "A-a cake?!" Aoi shouts. "Are you really planning on making a cake?" You've already made the decision, that will be your final dish, they hesitate for a moment, but in the end, they support the idea. It took you quite a few minutes, but you had done it, this one was wrapped in chocolate with cream, its interior was made of vanilla and filled with melted chocolate, and on top, there was white chocolate ice cream with sprinkles and cherries, it was your greatest masterpiece. "Damn...this will fill her up or give her the biggest diarrhea of her life" The moment was ruined by your partner, who received a small blow on the back from the other two. You hand the dish to your boss, who carefully carries it in front of her, who look at it surprised. "Here it is, we decided to prepare a surprise for you" this was the moment that would decide everything, the huge woman grabs a knife and cuts a piece of the cake, she tasted it. . . And enjoys it, her eyes roll back at the delicious taste, it was like being in heaven, a sweet and delicious heaven, she had never tasted anything like this before. "It's so good, how is it possible that something like this even exists?... I must... EAT IT!" Just like an animal, she grabs the plate and begins to devour it with pure bites, Everyone was in shock, what the hell was happening to her? After a few seconds, she finally finish, caressing her belly after such a delight for her lips. "S-so... What do you think about the food... Miss Inoue?" Everyone was nervous, what she said now would decide the future of the place. "Oh Kuchihige...you...you just outdid yourself, every dish was a delicacy for me...who should I congratulate for the food?" She gets up from the couch, who can finally rest after supporting the enormous weight of that woman. "Well, not to brag, but it was me-" "It was the new kid" Kiken ruined Hiroi's moment of fame. "A new worker? . . .can I see him?" Your friends called you to come over. As you get closer, you're even more surprised to see how immensely large she is. "It was you who prepared all this food? But how?" This is when he decides to show her your diary. "I see... all these recipes were made by your grandfather, and you wish to become a great chef. . .Well, I can assure you with complete certainty that you will be a magnificent one" Your heart is filled with joy, her words made you very happy, you could finally fulfill your long-cherished dream, your friends congratulate you. Finally, Orihime pays and says goodbye to everyone, Your first day was difficult, but you managed to overcome it. What things await you in the future? What new dishes will you prepare? All this intrigue makes you nervous but happy at the same time. -•- A week has passed, and many things have happened, just as your friends said, Orihime's mere opinion improved the status of the store in an insane way. A lot of people came every day, several people would start working there, they would improve the appearance of the place. . .but the first customers never leave. "So? What do you think girls? This place really is amazing, right?" Orihime, who somehow lost a lot of weight, was enjoying her meal with three friends. "Wow, I never thought I would eat so much." Said Rukia Kuchiki, the smallest of all and THE ONLY ONE who could sit on a chair, unlike the others, she only gained weight on her hips and thighs, she was wearing a light blue dress. The chair, despite being covered by her butt, was not suffering like the other women's couches. "These smoothies are very delicious! I could drink them all day and never get tired of them" Rangiku Matsumoto said, she had the same figure as Orihime, the only difference was her breasts, which were gigantic, each one was the size of beach balls, and despite wearing a red dress, her nipples protruded a little from it. "Hey, Orihime, could you call the waiter? I'm going to ask for another order" Said Yoruichi Shihoin, who like the other two, had a gigantic figure, but her butt was by far the biggest part, her couch couldn't hold out anymore and broke from the pressure, which she didn't care much about, she just wanted to continue eating. The back of her purple dress was submerged between her buttocks, making it impossible for others to see. This time, you have to work as a waiter, and in the distance you hear the call of the four of them, to which, you're going to attend. "Could you bring me two more plates of banana split?" Said the smallest of all. "Bring me two dozen cream-filled chocolates," said the purple-haired woman. "I want another dozen of mini pies, please," said the orange-haired girl. Suddenly, you feel the bustier woman touching your hand. "Hey, could you bring me about five more vanilla shakes? I'll give you something in return~" She winked at you sexily. "Are you blackmailing him so you don't have to pay?" Yoruichi responded, making her angry. "Shut up, you fat ass!" "What are you going to do, rub your tits on me? Fat cow" You walk away into the distance while listening to them continually insulting each other. . .this is what you wanted, isn't it? You are fulfilling your dream, you are happy, you make people happy, you helped your friends avoid the end of the store, everything seems perfect. . .but destiny can be strange sometimes. . . ~THE END~

Tom was sitting down on his mobility couch, resting peacefully as a total disgusting immobile mess *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!* sharting still even though his couch was becoming more and more filthy, his mom entered the room "hi –aaaaaaah– honey –aaaah– how are you?" She asked him but Tom noticed she had a tube in her hand "are you –wheeeeezee– trying to gain more weight?" He asked and then a tube was shoved into his mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* Ms Jones then inserted one into her mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* the two both gained extreme amounts of weight. Later Ms Jones looks at her son who had finished the entire first batch "good –aaaaah– job honey…" she said as she began to move her immobile arms to grab his belly "well ------huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufff------ better get bigger…" jugs of lard were the force fed to Tom *glug,glug,glug,glug* Ms Jones watches her sons moobs sag down until they touch the floor "your boobs are –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh—bigger than mine…" she states as she gropes them *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* the jugs of extra, extra thick and chunky lard he drank make him more slow and immobile. The very next day Tom broke the couch he sat on and was on the floor, he couldn't even move a finger now, his mom then has robot arms grab his ass cheeks and spreads them apart *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* he sharts out the most rancid, disgusting misty mess and his mom smiles "so cute~~" she said as her son became more disgusting "now honey –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh— I'm gonna go to work, love you." She said as the couch rolls her out of the house. Tom rested peacefully until there was a knock at his door "robot arms –aaaaaah– open the door…." He ordered then and what rolled in through the door Tom loved, he saw Mavis, Hana, Olivia and Rachel roll in with more buckets of lard, chocolate, cake, butter and pizza "hey big boy~" Hana said as she was rolled off of her couch, then Olivia grabs a tube filled with the lard and shoves it into his ass, pumping it into him which made the back of him bigger "wait –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh— I'm full, don't fe–" *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* they force down lard *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* the more he drinks the more immobile he becomes "ssshhhh…" Mavis told him as they all feed him more and more each minute. Later Tom filled up the entire room with his immobile blobby body, his moobs touched the floor and the same for every single flab "look –aaaaaaaaaaah– at me!!" He tried to raise his arms but he couldn't "alright that's –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— our jobs done…" the girls have their couches roll them out except for Rachel who was immobile on Tom's blanket belly "babe —-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— I think I'm stuck…." She tells him, the two having to wait until Ms Jones comes back home. Two weeks later Ms Jones had made sure Rachel and Tom couldn't move, she had fed them to the point where they couldn't move their fingers, they had to move to a hanger because they were so big, they even had tubes in their asses to pump lard into them, Ms Jones then had a monitor held by a robot arm placed in front of them so they weren't bored "my –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— goodness…" Ms Jones looks in the mirror to see her belly was the only thing in the frame, she then has a robot feed her *chomp,chomp,chomp,gulp* her belly getting bigger and bigger "mom…. I need more." Tom said and then a giant jug with extra, extra, extra thick lard was poured down his throat *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug*  his body blanketing more and more of the area in the hanger. Ms Jones then tries to get off the couch, she stood up for the first time in a while, her blubber jiggling, she grabs her pregnant belly and tries to lift it up "I can –aaaaaah– still stand?" She said surprised, her breasts sagging down to the floor "make me –aaaaah– the size of the hanger…." She demanded and so she was forced to drink tubs of lard *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug*   Ms Jones was now four times bigger than her son and Rachel *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* the fumes filling up the entire hanger "babies…. Stop kicking…" she demanded but the babies kept kicking "my –aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh– look at you three…. So big." Miss Olivia said who was standing on a balcony "after I invented –aaaaaaah– a cure to immobility I decided," then the three blobs were in a circle, with the doors to the hanger opening, to reveal ten trucks with canisters of lard, chocolate, paste, butter and many more things "to feed you three for a long time." Then large chutes were placed right in front of them, lard being poured down it, forcing the blobs to drink as much as they can *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* Olivia watches their bodies begin to grow immensely, sweat dripping from their folds and rolls, "good, good, keep drinking until you all are the size of the hanger!" She said as they all continued to grow. Couple days later The hanger was filled with the stench of the most rancid, filthy farts to leave their asses and the hanger was stretched out due to the blobs blubber, the three had tubes shoot lard into their mouths, each little movement they had made them immensely exhausted and caused the feeding to increase, more people were also added to the prison, like Sarah, Beth, Hana and Mavis who were all hanger sized blobs that were caught in Olivia's trap, forced to drink the WG shake and become more and more heavy. Tom's moobs were touching all of the other girls' boobs and the fumes caused the place to wreak, Tom didn't care at the fact that if he tried to move he would sweat buckets "alright you lot, time for an eating contest!!" Olivia states as she began to feed them all WG shake *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* as she fed them all like pets they all gained more and more until Olivia was transfixed on making them all bigger with the gas getting worse and worse *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* the fumes getting trapped in the hanger along with it stretching out more and more until *CRRRAAAAAASH!!!!!* the hanger breaks and the blubber, fumes and sweat leaks out of the broken hanger "oh no, seems I'll need to purchase a bigger hanger." Olivia said as she was now on the belly of the blobs "well I guess you all win the contest, now I'm gonna have a new, bigger hanger made so you all can be mine~" A few weeks later The blobs were all put in a new, bigger, wider hanger that was already boxed with fumes *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!* Tom tries to move but he couldn't move an inch, it was same for everyone else as well, the blubber prison is what it would be called "you look so beautiful~" Olivia called Tom as his ass was pumped up with WG shake  "let….. –wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee– …..me…. Go!" He asked her as he moves his fingers "shhhh shhhhh, you like girls with big butts right?" She asked him as she kneels down "yeah…."  She then lifts her ass in the air "I promise that one day, you'll get this ass, then I'll marry you~" she told him as she pulls down a tube that makes him grow immensely *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* "good boy, remember to outgrow them." She told him as he continued to grow (miss Olivia sure is sexy, that plump, tender ass is looking so good~~ just sit on me already) he thought as Olivia listened to him burst with sharts *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* stench stinking up the giant, seemingly infinite hanger but then Tom noticed that every other blob wasn't in the hanger anymore which concerned him a little (wait…. Where did everyone go?) He asked himself but Miss Olivia laughs "foolish fatty, took you this long to figure out I moved every other blob to a different location and guess what? They'll get fatter and fatter, I'll make so much money off them as well!!" She states and as Tom tries to move but fails and Miss Olivia could just laugh "then I'll make every human so immobile they need help with every little thing." She said but then someone waddles into the hanger "police!!" Olivia sighs as she slides down Tom's belly and faces the police, taking the tube out of his mouth as well "Olivia Lin –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– you will pay for –aaaaaaaaaaaaah– what you did!" The police aim their stun guns at Olivia but then she puts the tube in her mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* her body growing fatter and fatter each minute. Later Olivia had grown to be ten times bigger than Tom, her massive belly blanketing the police officer, her ass smothering Tom and having outgrew the hanger, now just being a giant hanger sized blob  "well –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— I guess… i lose…" she said while getting a custom to her new size, Tom was incredibly small compared to just her ass "I need *BWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!* to –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssp– cure myself…." She said but she couldn't move one single bit *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!* one bit of movement caused a giant shart to erupt from her "no…. It –aaaah– can't be –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– like this!" She said but then she realised how sexy she was and so she decided to make Tom big just like her. Many weeks later Tom and Olivia were now 'married' but that's only because Tom was immobile and was forced to get bigger, they had tubes in their asses that pumped lard into them to keep them fat and extracted the sharts from them, "Tom…. Sweetie…." Olivia was helpless and she loved it "I can't… stop the machine…" she said to Tom who was too focused on Olivia's blobby body "I can't –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— even push –aaaaaah– the button to give me the cure…." She said as she tries to move her toes which were encumbered in rolls "that –aaaah– means –wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee– we're stuck like this….." she told him as they kept getting pumped up with more stuff "we'll –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– outgrow…. the hanger…. Then the country –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssp— the continent and then –aaaah– everything else…." She states and so Olivia and Tom must face the fact they will get bigger and bigger.

Moxxie and Millie fic Millie loved Saturdays more than any other day of the week. Sure, she loved her job with I.M.P., but dealing with Blitzo’s nonsense could be taxing at times. Saturday’s were the only guaranteed day that Blitzo gave the couple off, so this day became their day to do whatever they wanted. The young demoness used this day to her advantage every week, especially to spoil her husband that deserved it. It was early this Saturday morning, and Millie was already up and about. Her internal body clock always got her up at 7 am, but Moxxie was the kind of guy who would sleep all day if given the chance. Millie wasn’t sure if it was because of his weight or just what his body craved, but she found it adorable that she would have to coax him awake. Today, she would be doing just that in her favorite way, with food and sexy fun. It was 8 am and she had just arrived back from the corner bakery down the street from their apartment. She had purchased two dozen fresh made donuts, assorted with Moxxie’s favorite flavors, and some iced coffees for the both of them (Moxxie’s of course filled with caramel syrup and plenty of cream). The bakery knew the couple by name at this point, always waving to them whenever they walked past. They always threw in a few extra goodies in their bags too, considering Moxxie was one of their best customers. She couldn’t blame them for the great customer service, as what bakery wouldn’t want to keep a former resident of Gluttony as a repeat customer? As she brought the donuts to their bedroom, Millie couldn’t help but look at their pictures on the wall and smile. They had known each other for over 20 years now, and while they obviously weren’t a couple for all those years, they still had a connection even as children. She remembered meeting Moxxie when they were in grade school, when he was the new kid who was unfortunately bullied by his peers. He had just moved to Wrath from Gluttony, and it was obvious to anyone that he was an outsider in the little hicktown she was born and raised in. Not only was he the chubbiest kid in the school, but he was shy, awkward, nerdy, and the farthest thing from a country boy you could get. She remembered seeing him, sitting alone in the lunch room, quietly crying to himself as he wolfed down his food, and she immediately took pity on him. She remembered how cute she thought he was, and decided to break the ice and be his friend. They instantly became friends and Millie made sure that no one would ever pick on the chubby little imp again. While Millie was never popular in school, she had a reputation for kicking ass even at 10 years old, so all of the kids knew to not mess with her or any of her friends. They had been great friends all through school and had even dated as teens for a short while before Moxxie left for college and to work for his dad’s family business in Greed. She was heartbroken when he left, and even when she tried to date other guys during their time apart, she couldn’t help but miss him. When he came back to Wrath after getting kicked out of his dad’s business, she knew she had to see him again. Upon reconnecting, they rekindled their relationship, which lead them to their lives together as they were now. Happily married for 5 years with good jobs, having a place of their own in Pride’s Imp City. Millie also noticed another thing as she looked at their pictures together through the years, that Moxxie seemed to get bigger and heavier with each one. Being an imp from the Gluttony ring made Moxxie already predisposed to being heavy, but Moxxie’s own nervous tendencies and ravenous appetite made him quite the large demon. He hadn’t been weighed since his yearly physical a few months ago, but when he was there, he maxed out the normal scale. The doctors had to get a special one out, where it read that he was 455 pounds, and Millie was sure that he had put on even more weight since then. He was so embarrassed about that whole incident, but Millie made sure to make him feel loved and sexy. Millie had always thought heavier boys were sexy. She never exactly knew why, but she had always been drawn to the imps who were round and wide, much like how her husband’s figure currently was. When she saw how fat Moxxie had become in their time apart (gaining quite a bit of weight while he was in college), she was head over heels for him, just like she was in high school. Even better, Moxxie had grown even fatter since they got married, thanks in part mostly to Millie’s handiwork. Upon tying the knot, Moxxie quickly found out that he loved the extra attention and spoils that came from Millie’s not so little kink, and happily settled into his role as her submissive feedee. She loved seeing him so happy when she fed him and she definitely loved how all those extra treats and sweets made his already soft body even bigger. Just like how these dozens of donuts would add just a bit more blubber to her nearly quarter ton husband. Upon entering the bedroom, Millie snuck in quietly, as to not wake him abruptly and spoil his surprise. She sat the donuts on the night stand closest to him, kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed next to her slumbering muse. She admired just how cute and content he looked in his sleep. His big body took up the majority of their queen sized bed, especially how he currently was on his back and spread out. His soft chest rose and fell with each breath, jiggling slightly with the light movements. His double chin was rather pronounced at this angle, and she wanted to do nothing more than to kiss it while he shoveled down enough calories to feed a normal imp for two days in one meal. Her hands gently snaked up his soft neck and chest while Millie gently shook him awake. “Mox, time to get up, sweetie,” she cooed at him with a sweet smile. “I got a little surprise for you!” He started to stir, his yellow eyes fluttering open to see his wife perched beside him, her tiny hands on his rounded chest. “Hey Mills,” he muttered with a yawn. “What’s going on?” “You’re so damn cute when you’re sleepy like this,” she said with a little giggle. “I said for you to wake up! I have a little present for you, but I need you to stay awake to enjoy it.” “Can’t it wait? I’m still tired,” he said, closing his eyes again and nuzzling into his pillow. “Nope! It’s time for breakfast and cuddles,” she chimed, leaning on his soft body and using her tail to twirl around his loins to officially wake him up. “Maybe some morning sex if you’re a good boy and eat all of this for me.” His eyes shot open and he sat up, pushing Mille into the little remainder of a lap that he had. “You’re very persuasive, dear,” he answered before putting his pudgy clawed hands around her thin waist and reaching down to kiss her. Millie melted into the kiss, feeling her own arousal as she snaked her arms around his neck. “Like I said, if you want to me naked in this bed with you, my big boy needs to get eating. I have two whole dozen from the Imp City Bakery and nice big iced coffee for you,” she said, grabbing the first of the two donuts boxes and setting his coffee on the nightstand beside him. “Hopefully that’s enough to fill you up for breakfast and wake you up for some rough housing.” “I mean two dozen is enough for any one person, love,” he said as he plucked one of the chocolate donuts out of the box and began eating. “You ate three dozen a month ago when you were wasted at Blitz’s house after Loona’s birthday party,” Millie scoffed playfully and crossing her arms. “Really? That many?!” Moxxie said with a blush on his chubby cheeks. He obviously knew he was a fat ass, but he wasn’t aware that he had made such a pig out of himself in front of their friends/coworkers. “I didn’t even realize it…” “It’s not a bad thing, dear,” Millie said, getting into the perfect feeding position by straddling him. “Back home, they always said bigger is better, and I can’t agree more! So the more donuts my chubby hubby eats, the better!” She held up another donut to his plump lips and he eagerly accepted. She began happily rubbing his bare belly, tracing the white and dark purple stretch marks upon it with her tiny claws. Moxxie was already hard as a rock with her touch and his mouth full. Satan, this woman was going to kill him one day. He continued to eat the breakfast treats one by one, with his wife coaxing him to keep up the pace and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. “You look so cute like,” Millie cooed, discarding the first dozen’s box and picking up the second as Moxxie took a long drink of his coffee. He wasn’t even halfway full and he had already eaten a week’s worth of calories this morning. Millie adored how much he could eat. Not only did it show how good she was as a feeder for increasing his stomach capacity by four fold, but it also showcased that ambitious drive in him that she adored. Moxxie was always so tenacious, finding a way to get things done and keep everyone safe no matter the circumstance. Yes, he took a more sedentary job now at IMP due to his mild mobility issues, being a strategist and a secret sniper just in case her and Blitz got into some trouble, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the most valuable asset to their team. His plans were more than 97% effective for hits and they rarely ever needed him to actually do the sniping portion of his job. Millie really admired that spark in him, and she loved that he was ready to take on any challenge, whether that was icing a mob boss or eating a meal to feed a family of six himself. “Glad to know you think that,” Moxxie said, digging into the second box as Millie grabbed one of the donuts for herself. “You’re the only one who would, but I’m glad I have you as my wife.” “Hey didn’t we talk about this? No more self deprecation!” Millie snapped back, putting her hands on her hips. Moxxie was always so insecure about his looks, even when he was thinner. “I love you, Moxx and I don’t like to see you rip yourself apart. Sure, you don’t have a model’s body, but you’re perfect for me and I love how big and soft you’ve grown for me through the years.” She rubbed his belly again, her hands trailing up his plentiful side rolls and onto his plush chest. She really did mean those words. She truly did love him and his plush body. She couldn’t fathom not loving a figure like his. He was so damn soft and cuddly. She could never understand why anyone would want a lover without extra padding, and boy did Moxxie provide enough of that for her. Moxxie was simply big and chubby all over, head to toe. Most imps from Gluttony were overweight in some form, but Moxxie was the largest imp Millie had ever seen and she was so grateful that he was all hers. He was heaviest at his belly, having a 60 inch waist and his belly apron hanging to his knees when sitting like he was now. It graced the top of his upper thighs while standing and walking, having to be tucked into his pants now as it hung so low. His moobs were larger than her own breasts, a fact that Blitz often teased him about (who would then get slapped by Millie upside the head). He had very wide hips and thighs, which caused him to waddle when he walked. His ass was very wide for a male imp and even his tail was chubby and soft at the base. He had plenty of side rolls that turned into back fat at the creases and his neck was hidden by a delectable double chin that Millie couldn’t keep her hands off of. Even his fingers were chubby and he had to wear his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, as he could no longer squish his sausage fingers into them. To Millie, he was the ideal imp for her and she was so happy to have him as her mate for life. “I know, but it’s hard sometimes,” Moxxie said, starting to slow down his eating pace as he made it through the last two donuts. “Growing up and being called a fat little bastard by my dad and being poked fun at by your peers at school can mess with you,” he said, fighting through the final bites. “Like don’t get me wrong, I do like being this big, especially when you spoil me like this. But I still have that little voice nagging at me saying that I’m too big, unhealthy, and undeserving of you…” “Oh Moxxie, you could never be too big for me,” she said, cupping his chubby cheeks and lifting his chin. She had a desire to not only comfort her plus sized lover, but to also kick the asses of anyone who had ever wronged him or belittled him. “I love you so fucking much and you deserve me as much as I deserve you! You’re a damn good husband, an amazing sniper, and an overall good person. You have an amazing singing voice and nothing makes me happier than our happy little moments like this.” He nodded his head in agreement, down to the last donut. He felt stuffed to the brim, but he was no damn quitter. He’d find room somehow to get this last one down. “Besides, I definitely wasn’t lying when I said I like big boys all those years ago,” she teased again as he tackled his breakfast obstacle. She pawed at his lower belly, exploring the soft expanse as well as his soft pelvic fat and the treasure below it. “I would find you sexy at any size, but holy fuck do I love seeing you grow. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but ever since you passed 400, I’ve been hornier than a bitch in heat when I see you eat like this. I find it so hot when you eat like this for me, baby. So finish up and get comfy, cause Mama needs some attention from her fat boy.” That gave him the second wind he needed. He couldn’t resist his little temptress. You would’ve thought she was a succubus with how she acted in the bedroom! Moxxie downed the last couple bites and the last sip of his coffee, feeling sated and bloated in the best way. Once he was finished, Mille practically tackled him with kisses, tossing off their clothes and going to town with him. Their sex was never wild and crazy, but they were perfectly fine with that. They didn’t need anything extreme like many other demons did. They were quite content with what Millie jokingly called cookies and cream sex, vanilla that was more fattening and even tastier. They would often experiment with different positions, mostly to find the most comfortable and effective moves for Moxxie due to both his heft and size. He was still fairly spry for a big man, but there was just so much bulk on his body that some positions were trickier than others. Millie preferred either riding him or doggy style, especially the latter. She loved how he had to hike up his belly apron and flop it on her lower back before getting inside her. She’d help as much as she could as he took care of business, and wrapped her slender tail around his fat arm while doing so. She’d also coax and tease him during the act, as Moxxie loved praises and flirty reminders of his size in the sack. Around a half hour later, Moxxie’s big body had had enough and he was finished. He was so out of breath, but had an extremely satisfied look on his fat face. “I don’t know how you do it, but fucking hell, you’re good,” he panted as Millie cuddled into his side as he laid on his back. “I’m not gonna walk normal for a week after that!” “My dear, you don’t walk anymore. You waddle, thanks to me!” She chimed with a flirty smile, being a bit breathless herself. “But I’ll take the compliment! You did great too though. Hope I wasn’t too rough on you though!” “I’ll be fine, but damn that was one of the best stuff and fucks we’ve ever done!” Moxxie said, wrapping his pudgy arm around his slim wife. Moxxie loved their size contrast, as he weighed almost triple of what she did. He liked being able to be her living teddy bear and give her comfort too. “I agree,” Millie said, reaching up to give him a sweet little kiss before using his moob as a pillow. She loved that her husband had a built in mattress and pillow for her too, making him perfect for snuggles like this. “I love you so damn much, Moxxie.” “I love you too, my Millie,” he said, kissing her forehead. He then rolled to his side and held her as the little spoon. She loved how his belly pressed into her lower back from this angle. She had so many previous back injuries and loved that he also came with a free heating pad. “It’s only 9 am and I’m stuffed and sleepy. I’m going back to sleep and I want to hold you.” “That’s fine with me, dear,” Millie said with a giggle. She loved her big Gluttony born demon and all of his little quirks. She agreed though that she was a bit sleepy too after their love making, so she would rest for a bit more too. Afterall, today was Saturday and they had it all to themselves. She cuddled in close to her chubby hubby and eventually drifted off with him for a morning nap. This was the life Millie had wanted for the both of them when she first met him. Together as one forever.

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

[[Content includes feederism elements, force feeding, rapid weight gain, extreme weight gain, excessive fat, and strange aliens]] Luke woke up that morning before the sun had even risen, did his warm up exercises, showered, then ate a breakfast of egg whites and whole grain toast and watched the early morning news. There were reports of strange weather patterns all across Europe and Asia, thick purple clouds gathering over cities that baffled meteorologists. Luke did not pay it any real mind, turning off the tv. Then he put on his jacket and jogged the 10 miles to the gym. Luke’s workout was intense, it always was, and he spent much of it doing crunches and other core workouts. When he was ready to cool down, he got onto a stationary bike to pedal a couple miles and wind down. Even with the jog over to the gym and his lengthy workout, it was still before 7am, and he had another hour before his shift. Since he worked at the supermarket next door, he was not too concerned, he just

Anna Hart was 16 and living with her parents Margaret her mother and her father John Anna's parents made sure that Anna would never eat anything unhealthy but all Anna wanted to do is eat Anna's parents only gave vegetables and fruits to eat so Anna really wanted to eat meat and chocolate so one day in her room Anna was trying to sleep when she saw a shooting star and made a wish on it please let me go back in time so that I can make my parents get fat so that I can eat all I want she knew it was a dump wish but the thought made her happy after that Anna went to sleep easily the next day she was in a cabin in the woods near her hometown wondering what happened the end of part one

It was another chilly October evening in Massachusetts covered by a pale sky which laid blank and cold. Eve was walking through town on her way home from her job at the school library. “I can’t believe that witch Agatha scheduled me to work Halloween night! That old bat should just retire, she’s like 100!” Eve complained on the phone to her friend, kicking leaves in frustration as she walked. “She seriously creeps me out sometimes, like she pops up out of nowhere and sometimes I hear her mumbling weird things to herself… and that mole!” Eve continued ranting until she got home. “Okay Melissa, I’m home now, I’ll call you later when I get through the jungle.” Eve joked. She wasn’t really happy to be home, being the youngest of three girls she was always being bossed around and picked on by somebody right the minute she got through the door, and today was no different. “There’s the little piggy! I thought I heard you thumping down the street!” Laughed Jill, the second oldest. Jill was a

Ben nearly drooled as he saw yet another package of meals pass by his station, flying out through a small flap on the corner of the storefront wall. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for not taking his ghrelin blockers before he clocked in. A mistake that big was probably only beaten by that time he forgotten to take his insulin pills before dinner. Yeah, he was one of those forgetful people. Ben shifted the bulk of his weight around his wide wheelchair, stifling a burp as another table of customers began to leave their table. Said customers were a family of four, a man in his thirties that seemed to be stuck on his wheelchair, pinned down by sheer weight alone; a woman who almost looked like she was insistent that she still could walk around with a cane, while their two children followed behind the couple. "Table 19. That'll be forty-five dollars." Ben said, tapping the computer on the counter in front of him to access the statement of that family, with the mother paying via

Alicia and her husband Jeff 10 year honeymoon anniversary is coming in two weeks Alicia loved her life she looked at a photo showing the 25 newly weds Alicia and Jeff how skinny they were though after a ten year marriage they have put on weight and to think Alicia and Jeff used to go to the gym every day now they just eat and drink and watch TV Alicia and Jeff have a four year old daughter Lynn and now thinking of her choices Alicia would change nothing the end of part one

Another grumble. That’s the eleventh grumble this hour. Abby wished it was possible to actually quiet her own stomach without food, but the human body does what the human body wants and audible hunger cues are one of them. Abby’s chestnut brown hair flowed in the air conditioned wind within the airport terminal. Her belongings are contained in a piece of roll-on luggage trailing behind her. The sights and smells of the various food venues taking up each side of the long, vast corridor made her salivate. She could stop at anytime and order a quick bite, but the overly long lines leading to overpriced food made eating a huge turnoff right now. Not long after passing by the food venues, Abby found Gate A38 where she would board her plane in a matter of four hours. Plenty of time to search for something to eat. Abby set her luggage down on one of the seats and attached it to the armrest using a bike lock, “Hm?” One seat over, Abby spotted a white box. It’s unopened and perfectly sealed