Daemon Stuffing: Ch1

Part 1: The Invocation.

Until recently, your occult pursuits had been rather perfunctory. You had done all the usual things an up-and-coming mage ought to do, of course (at least, what you thought was expected of one): found yourself a comfy little tower away from the bustling towns, somewhere to brood and scheme, and even managed to resurrect a few skeletal familiars to keep the place tidy and ward off any visitors. All fine accomplishments, and it had earned you a reputation among the local townsfolk, but it didn't satisfy any real desires.

That changed, however, when you revisited an old demonology tome. It was something you'd studied, during your time as an apprentice, but never gave much thought to; demon summoning was far less reliable than, say, necromancy, so it was hardly much use for you. So you thought, anyway; what you had overlooked, during your scholarly pursuits, was a chapter on incubi.

You had a vague idea of what they were, of course - attractive devils, suited for carnal pursuits, but you had no idea how many unorthodox duties they could undertake. It turned out, with the right selection of glyphs, they could be inclined towards certain fetishes. A masochist might have the sigils for “Wrath” and “Lust” etched into their summoning circle, for instance.

In your case, the glyphs for “Gluttony” and “Lust” were far more interesting. While it was something of a well-kept secret, thanks to your seclusion and the long, loose-fitting robes you often wore outside, you were quite the rapacious glutton. A lifetime of relative luxury and comfort meant that your once-svelte stomach had ballooned outward into something straddling the line between a pot-belly, and a true belly-apron, and your backside had suffered likewise, leaving you with a rump that sagged over the edges of most seats somewhat. And compounding this was your unabashed enjoyment of such things; you didn't merely enjoy being an overweight occultist, you wanted more.

And for once, your ambitions as a mage actually lined up with your aspirations to be a lumbering, wheezing ball of lard. Who would understand the carnal nature of being fed and worshipped, than an incubus?

Thus, most of your day had been spent gathering up the prerequisite supplies - candles, ink, a bit of fresh blood from the local butchery (along with some appetising cuts of meat for later, and some wine to wash it down with).

...Nothing out of the ordinary for a mage, truth be told.

After shopping around, and clearing some space in your room to draw out your summoning circle, all that's left is to finish inscribing the last few glyphs, and invoke your new playmate.

Your gaze shifts from the summoning circle to your notebook as you scrawl out the sigil for “incubus”, before rising to your feet with a belaboured huff, wiping some of the sweat from your forehead onto the sleeve of your cloak. Everything seemed to match up with your notes; a small circle with various runes along its circumference, with your three sigils - ”gluttony”, “lust” and “incubus” - in the center. You can't help but feel a swell of pride as you rest a hand on your tubby hips, before taking a step back, and chanting softly under your breath.

Truth be told, you'd never tried to tarry with demons before, but the sensation is... strange. You can almost feel a ‘pull’ in your gut, as though something had plunged a hand into your pillowy midsection and is trying to gently tug you towards the summoning circle you'd etched.

You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it’s not exactly unpleasant. Though, you don't have terribly long to dwell on the fluttering, nagging feeling in that hefty belly of yours; the profane circle you'd drawn on the floor begins to flicker, those profane runes glowing like embers in your dimly lit room. A thin crack forms along the circle’s diameter, before a pair of slender, clawed hands reach through the newly formed fissure in the floor, prising it open with a cacophonous *crack*. Your chanting comes to an abrupt halt, and you take a step back, eyes wide as a figure emerges from the circle.

At a glance, you’re able to pick up a few details about this fiend -- his body is decidedly svelte and androgyne, with a narrow waist and flat, toned stomach, a head of silvery hair that barely reached his shoulders. And to your surprise, he’s got quite the set of hips on him, all kept barely decent by a tattered loincloth that clings to his shapely lower half. A thick, spade-tipped tail flicks to and fro as he straightens himself up, stretching his arms in front of him and giving you a good look at the glinting claws at the end of his delicate, vermilion hands.

He takes a step towards you, running his fingers through his hair as that hellish portal seals shut behind him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his face is as delicate and alluring as his body; a small, pointed chin, a slight fullness to his smirking lips… all strangely contrasted by the unnatural orange colour of his eyes, and the swept back horns atop his head.

The demon’s eyes trail down your body, taking in your plump, robe-clad form, and he folds his arms across his chest.

“Well, you're not what I was expecting at all.” He remarks, that impish grin of his growing a touch wider, giving you a good view of his fangs. “Such a soft, flabby little morsel… you don't strike me as the kinda person who'd want an incubus’ services.”

You feel your cheeks growing hot as he comments on your ponderous figure, before stammering out an answer; you explain just what kind of unorthodox treatment you were after, your desires to be fed and lavished with adoration by a slavishly obedient devil. The incubus doesn't respond right away, instead looking back at the summoning circle, letting out a breathy chuckle as he turns to face you.

“Hah, okay, I see what's going on here.” He begins, taking slow, deliberate strides towards you. It's only now that you realise how much taller he is, with the top of your head barely reaching his chin. “You want me to be some dutiful little servant, feed you until you're a fat-- well, even more of a fat cow.”

Before you can answer, he presses a clawed fingertip against your pillowy chest. You freeze as he drags his claw down the front of your robe, until you feel your heaving stomach sag out of the newly formed hole in your garment. With your belly on display, the incubus wastes no time in slipping a thumb into your cavernous bellybutton, his fingers grabbing at the sagging mass of your gut, and jiggling it slowly. You don't dare try to push him off, instead letting out a little whimper as he plays with your budding belly apron.

Admittedly, you weren't sure if you even wanted him to stop.

“Are you sure you even need my help? I mean, look at this thing!” He snickers, moving to grab your love handles with both hands, kneading your ample, yielding midsection like dough. “If anything, I should be the one asking you how you could get so big~”

Chuckling as he relinquishes your portly gut, the rakish incubus perks up, as if only just remembering something.

“Ah, right. You can call me Vex, mortal.” You're about to introduce yourself, but he simply cuts you off by brusquely strolling past you, opening up the door to your chambers and standing besides it, peering out into the hallway of your tower. “Now, why don't we take this to the kitchen? You must be getting hungry... though, from the look of you, you probably don't even remember what actual hunger feels like.”

You resist the urge to argue with him, electing to slip through the doorway. You don't exactly get through it unhindered, though; you stop dead in your tracks when you feel a pair of firm hands grab at your plump rear, Vex’s fingers sinking into the soft, yielding surface of your cheeks. At least he doesn't tear the back of your robes open as he did to the front.

“What’s the hold-up, you heifer?” He coos mockingly in your ear, gently pushing your forward as he continues to grope at your ass. In spite of how handsy he is, you keep moving down the hall, however awkward it might be.

Thankfully, the kitchen isn't terribly far from your bedroom - a deliberate choice on your part when you moved into this tower, to make it easier to have a late night snack, or several - and Vex does eventually relent, letting you carry on unmolested. Opening the door for your guest, you find yourself staring as he saunters through; was he putting a sway into those curvy hips just for you, or did he always walk that way? You aren't sure, but it nevertheless gives his loincloth-clad rump a subtle little bounce.

“Y’know, you can't get all flustered about me grabbing your ass, if you're gonna stand there and ogle mine, pervert.” You look up almost immediately to see Vex grinning at you over his shoulder, cheekily poking a tongue out at you; you feel like your face is redder than his, and you quietly head into the kitchen, closing the door behind you.

“Hm, alright…” Vex rests his hands on his hips as he looks over your kitchen, before pointing towards the small dining table, “Do what you do best, and sit your tubby butt down. I'll take care of the rest~”

You begin to protest, not exactly comfortable with the idea of Vex rifling through your pantry and cupboards, but he simply grabs the collar of your robe, pulling out a chair with his prehensile tail and pushing you back into it. Satisfied with your position, he crosses the kitchen and opens up the pantry, humming to himself as he rummages through your food.

For a demon that's supposed to be beholden to your will, he seems awfully keen on doing whatever the hell he feels like.

“Hey, are you expecting company or something?” He calls out, and you answer in the negative; there aren’t a lot of mages who are socialites, after all. You do feel obliged to ask what’d bring on such an odd question, though.

“Hm~ Well, with all these pastries, anyone would think you were gonna be hosting a party; maybe I just underestimated that sweet tooth of yours.” You scoff indignantly, folding your arms across your tubby chest; not long after his sardonic little comment, Vex returns, and as far as you can tell, he’s taken most of the sweet treats from your pantry with him, which he sets down on your dining table with a dull thud. You also notice that his tail is coiled around the neck of a magnum-bottle of wine, which he sets besides your substantial meal.

Feeling a flutter of nervousness in the pit of your gut, you wonder whether you’ll even have room for so many assorted treats; that was easily a week’s worth of snacking, after all. Surprisingly, Vex doesn’t snark at you, instead delicately plucking a blackberry tart from a basket full of them, slipping it into your open mouth as you voice your concerns. Your fretting quickly segues into quiet little moans as the sweet, tart tastes and aromas floods your senses. Almost on instinct, you start chewing as soon as he pushes that morsel into your awaiting maw, letting out a contented little murmur as you gulp it down. The incubus’ grin grows a touch wider as he lifts another cake to your lips. You’d hate to keep him waiting, and thus, greedily open up your mouth so he can stuff your face with tarts, gulping this one down a bit faster than before and gladly scarfing down the next as he offers. Surprisingly, he’s rather gentle about the process -- as the lithe demon helps you gorge, he moves a little closer, draping his free arm about your shoulder and trailing a clawed digit along your pudgy bicep.

“Mmh… wanna hear something funny?” He asks, not giving you a chance to answer, what with your mouth being almost continuously packed with fruity filling and buttery pastry. “That summoning circle of yours, you left out one pretty important detail.”

With that, he stands in front of you, pushing a tart into your mouth, this time a bit more insistently, as you feel his claws graze your lips briefly. While you’re chewing, Vex snatches up a creme-filled cake from the stash of snacks, sinking a digit into it until his fingertip had a generous glob of sugary slop on it. Before you can really ask what he’s doing, he trails that digit along the exposed surface of your gut; in spite of yourself, you squirm as he tickles your sensitive midsection, drawing something with that creme.

“See that sigil?” He asks, gesturing to your bloated gut. It’s hard to really see, given your perspective, but you can kind of make out the rune. It’s not one you remember, though. “It’s kinda important, most summoners draw it on their circles. It’s the daemonic rune for ‘binding’. Who knows what kinda havoc’ll be unleashed if they summon an unbound demon~”

Oh.

Oh no.

You begin to stand up, only for Vex to place a deceptively powerful hand on your chest and push you back into your seat, which offers a strained groan under your hefty body.

“Now, now, relax. Our interests just happen to line up: you wanted a loyal little incubus to feed you into morbid obesity. And I wanna do just that.” Vex says, giving you a downright sinister smile. When he’s convinced that you’re not about to try and leave, he lifts his finger to your mouth, still covered in a vanilla-scented rime of creme. With just a little bit of insistent nudging on his part, you hesitantly part your lips, letting your tongue trail across his digit as you lick the sweet substance off of it. Partly, it’s to remain in this troublesome imp’s good graces.

Partly, it’s because you don’t want to waste any more of that filling.

“But, if I’m gonna fatten you up, I’ll do it my way. I don’t care what kinda delicate, intimate shit you had planned, like having me feed you grapes while you lounge about like some fat-assed noble or whatever.” Once you’ve lapped every bit of filling from his fingertip, he withdraws it from your mouth, letting a smug little laugh pass his lips.

Naturally, you’re ‘rewarded’ by him shoving the rest of that creme filled pastry into your greedy gob; it’s a damn sight bigger than those tarts, and you feel your cheeks swell as you struggle to gulp it down, little by little. While you’re struggling with that treat, Vex sits himself down in your lap (what little of it he can, anyway, what with your porcine gut occupying most of it), leaning close and letting his voice drop to a husky, impassioned whisper.

“So, I hope you’ve got plenty of room in that gut, fatso. Because I’d hate for you to burst before I’m done with you.”

Vex stands up, pulls a wax-paper bundle from the selection of treats, slicing it open with a flick of his clawed finger; the wrapping falls away to reveal a neatly arranged stack of chocolate shortbread slices, and the heady aroma hits you in an instant. You lick your lips as you eye the treats, which the incubus gently pushes towards you, before kneeling down in front of you.

“Lemme just clean this filling off your gut~ I trust you can stuff yourself in the meantime?” In response, you snatch one of those slices from the stack, eagerly packing the saccharine morsel into your gut with a few ravenous bites. “I guess so.”

To your credit, you’re able to set a decent pace with your glutting, picking another helping of shortbread from the table as you’re gulping down the first, and then another... You notice Vex out the corner of your eye, watching with rapt interest as you cram fistfuls of sugary biscuit into your generous gut. Seemingly satisfied with your stuffing, the demon glides his hands along your sides, grabbing ahold of your love-handles and leaning close. A shiver runs up your back as his breath tickles the blubbery surface of your gut, and he starts delicately licking the creme from your belly, his eyes lulling shut as his tongue traces along the messily-scrawled rune. Your feeding comes to a halt as he does so, and you bite your lip to try and abate a quivering moan. Perhaps Vex notices how your stomach rises and falls with your hitching, shaking breaths, or maybe he didn’t know why you’d stop pigging out; either way, he looks up at you, tongue still poking past his dark red lips.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t say anything, instead waiting for you to compose yourself before leaning back in to lap at your belly, kneading your rolls with both hands. You give a little sigh as you recline into your seat, finishing off the remaining few pieces of shortbread, before moving onto the next sugary treats within reach. It’sinvasive, without a doubt, having this incubus grope your belly and lick it clean (or, as you begin to wonder, finding any excuse just to sloppily kiss and lick at your belly), but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, especially as you spoil yourself with your myriad of goodies at this demon’s insistence. You’re partway through a basket of flapjacks when Vex catches you off guard once more, almost dropping your syrupy treat when he presses his lips firmly against your navel.

Overtaken by surprise, you place your free hand on the back of your demonic feeder’s head, inadvertently pushing him closer to your sensitive navel. In response, he grips the sides of your belly a little firmer, before you feel something warm and wet pushing its way into your bellybutton. A lilting whine passes your lips as you feel him make out with your gut, moaning against it as he deftly manoeuvres his tongue around in your navel. Before long, he breaks the kiss, slowly withdrawing that slender, lengthy tongue and leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting your gut to his lips. He pants softly, gripping at the edge of the table as he rises to his feet.

“Hah… better get used to that, fatty.” He chuckles, pushing your hand away from the flapjacks as he wraps his dainty fingers around them, all but jamming a fistful of them into your gut when you try to object. “That belly of yours feels… really fucking good, and I bet it’ll feel even better once I put another few hundred pounds on your body.”

For all his teasing and blustering, anyone would think he was just as much of a gut-slut as you; unlike his deliberate, measured feeding from earlier, Vex was now past the point of being patient, not even waiting for you to gulp down one handful of food before he stuffs another one past your lips. As much as you’d like to savour each little bite, and the variety of sweet flavours, you’ve got no choice but to swallow down each generous helping as they come, lest you end up choking on your confections. It’s as he starts to take over, that you begin to feel the unmistakable pangs of fullness hitting you (perhaps it was unwise to have a full dinner before summoning a demon to feed you); you weren’t fit to pop just yet, but you were definitely reaching that ‘comfortably full’ point.

As you’re chewing down the last mouthful of flapjacks, your eyes tearing up as you struggle to keep pace with this horny devil, he snatches that bottle of wine from the table, prising the cork out with his teeth and spitting it aside. Just as you swallow, Vex pushes the mouth of the bottle into your mouth, his free hand cupping the side of your face as he leans your head back, stroking at your pudgy cheek with his thumb. Without many other options - nor a way to really speak up, with the bottle in your mouth - you simply start chugging, murmuring softly as the full-bodied, fruity booze washes away the lingering taste of syrup and sugar from your mouth. It’d be a welcome palate cleanser, if he wasn’t so forceful about it.

Of course, one-and-a-half litres of wine is no small volume; with barely a third of the bottle’s contents in your gut, you felt a faint ache in your abdomen. Not needing to feed yourself presently, you instead rest your hands on your middle, able to feel the taut, heavy weight of your stomach, even through the thick layer of adipose around it. Hesitantly, you lift a hand to the wine bottle, trying to signal for Vex to stop, but your wordless protests only earn you a wry smile, and a sore hand as he swats it away with his tail.

“Ohh no, you’re finishing this. It’d be downright sinful to let good wine go to waste~” He says, voice dropping to a lustful growl. Your eyes widen -- he had to be fucking with you, surely. Your stomach was already starting to ache, and you weren’t even halfway done! A frustrated grumble rises from your gullet as you swat at his hip, forcing down mouthful after mouthful of wine. It seemed easier to just concentrate on the bottle, watching the volume of booze decrease with each strained gulp.

A third left, and you can hear your stomach groaning; each intake of breath seems to elicit another liquidy burble from your stomach, feeling pockets of gas shift and gurgle in your cauldron of a stomach.

Another gulp down, and you become uncomfortably aware of how heavy your gut seemed (well, much heavier than usual); that litre of wine felt like a lead weight settling in your stomach, and you find yourself cradling your gut in your hands, trying to spare it from its own weight.

One last gulp, and Vex pulls the bottle out, setting it on the table beside you; no sooner do you force down that wine, than you feel the telltale burn of bile in the back of your throat. Your eyes screw shut as you fight to keep that semifluid slurry of booze and junk food down. As you hold onto your overstuffed gut, you can feel your stomach’s contents bubbling and shifting, the pressure in your midsection growing almost unbearable until--

BUUUUWOOOOOOARRP!

Your cheeks burn as you let out a deep, rumbling belch, slumping back in your chair. You’re relieved, to some extent; it was a preferable alternative to puking your guts up, after all, and it did alleviate some of the pain in your stomach. Not a lot, of course - you still winced with every breath as dull pain shot through your middle - but it was something.

“Bahahaha! Wow, you kept it all down!”

Ah, right. With all the excitement of trying not to empty your stomach, you’d forgotten about him. You give him a dirty look as he cackles, before looking away to try and hide your blushing face. Shaking his head, Vex pinches your cheek.

“Tell you what: you’ve been awfully good tonight. We can save the rest of these treats until tomorrow. It’d be a waste of good calories, if I made you spew.” You let out a sigh of relief, before Vex helpfully apends, “We’ll save that for another night. For now, maybe we should get you into bed~”

You place a hand on the table, grunting with exertion as you try to stand up; even after that belch freed up some room in your belly, you’re still bloated enough that trying to lean forward and stand was downright painful. Rolling his eyes, Vex extends a hand to you, which you gladly take.

“Alright, up ya go,” He says, huffing as he heaves you back onto your feet. “Guess I better get used to this, pretty soon you won’t be able to stand up on your own~”

Immobility, there’s something you’d thought about quite a bit. It was never a serious consideration, of course; it was one of those things that was reserved for moments when you felt hornier than usual, a lewd fantasy for you to enjoy in the moment. But Vex seems adamant on making it a reality. An inevitability, even.

You feel your stomach twist and turn at the thought. You may have gotten much more than you bargained for, and yet, perhaps you want that. Perhaps you always wanted to go that far, and just needed a helping hand to push you over the edge.

Vex opens the bedroom door for you, and gives your flabby backside a gentle pat, coaxing you through as he follows close behind. As you move towards your bed, the incubus wraps his arms about your waist, fumbling with the front of your robe before undoing it entirely (what remains of it anyways, now that he’d reduced it to a torn, food-stained mess of cloth) and letting it fall to your feet. Blushing, you sit down on the edge of your bed, watching as the incubus moves to lay down on the other side, grabbing your shoulder and gently pulling you back alongside him. Once you’re settled down (as much as you can be, given the circumstances), he starts slowly rubbing your gravid stomach, sinking his hands into your pudge with just enough pressure to knead the heaving mass of half-digested food in it.

“Y’know something, tubby?” He coos, leaning his head close to yours, softly kissing at your chubby neck. You rest a hand on his shoulder, rubbing his bicep as you urge him to go on. “You’re cute when you’re blushing and flustered.”

Well, that was unexpected; what happened to the ruthless, mean-spirited feeder from before?

“Granted, that just means I’ve got one more reason to bully you and make you squirm, but, just thought it was worth pointing out.”

Ah, nevermind, there he is. You roll your eyes as Vex continues to idly play with your gut. More than likely, he was doing it for his own amusement, but it did help settle the throbbing ache in your overtaxed belly.

“For now, though, get some rest. You and me have got a busy few days ahead of us~”

...Given the night you’ve had, you’re not sure if you should take that as a threat.