zimantha87

This is a sequel to my previous fic “Adam’s Apple.” Since this fic has multiple chapters, here’s the link to it on AO3. Hope you enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/54324823/chapters/137589223

It had been over 8 years since Adam and Lute’s last and final extermination and the couple had been happily living their lives together in retirement. After sustaining near lethal stab wounds by Charlie Morningstar’s maid down in Hell that fateful day, Adam had become far too injured to ever think about leaving Heaven ever again, let alone venturing down to the land of the damned. He would’ve completely bled out on the brimstone if it hadn’t have been for Lute finding every bit of strength left in her and rushing him to Heaven’s one and only hospital (as angelic injuries were extremely rare). He was mere minutes away from eternal soul death by the time the doctors started operating. By a shear stroke of luck, he survived and spent multiple months recovering in the hospital. While they were more than grateful that he had survived, Adam was left with permanent damage to his body and covered in an assortment of scars. Lute of course did not come out unscathed in the battle either, finding herself with a plethora of scars the most prominent being her arm that was amputated a few inches above the elbow after that bitch Vaggie left her live after she bested her in their final battle. After delivering Adam to the ER that day, she too was treated for her injuries and blood loss, but she was discharged after only a week (still returning though every day to visit Adam until he finally left the hospital too.) After realizing that they were both far too injured to ever return to being exorcists and recognizing their souls’ own mortality, they quickly realized that they had feelings for each other and had so for centuries. From the moment he woke from his medically induced coma, Lute confessed her love for Adam at his hospital bedside, so glad just to see him alive. From that day forward, they were officially a couple and not even a full year from the failed extermination, Adam proposed to Lute for her hand as his third and final wife, to which the Heaven-Born Angel eagerly accepted. Now here they were, married for over 6 years and still going strong. They were living the high life in this new phase of their lives in one of the nicest suites Heaven had to offer. However, retirement was quite the adjustment for the couple who formerly slaughtered demons for a living, especially the excess of free time. While Lute filled her days with an assortment of active activities like exploring Heaven’s nature trails and going to the gym with some of her old exorcist friends, Adam decided to go with some sedentary entertainment to pass the time. Nowadays, he spent most of his private time playing video games, writing songs and playing his assortment of guitars, and of course, eating. Eating a lot. Almost every moment of the day. Which ended up being one of the most noticeable changes in their retired lives, that being Adam’s expanded body. Adam had always been chubby since the day he arrived in heaven, and had definitely gained weight throughout his eons as an exorcist (being just shy of 300 pounds during his injury), but ever since he and Lute married, Adam’s waist line had practically exploded. At first, this weight gain was not intentional. The pounds simply just started to pile on due to being unable to get around as easily from his damaged wings and aching back from the battle in addition to eating absorbent amounts of junk food due to boredom as a result of the extra down time. After the first fifty pounds piled on, Lute let her feelings about how much she loved his heavier body and how she wanted to help add to it even more. That’s when the proverbial flood gates broke and the all too tenacious first man saw to it that he would make his wife happy and agreed to grow fatter for her. After years of pure gluttony and being fed millions of empty calories by his wife, Adam was now just over 600 pounds and absolutely loving his afterlife of pure hedonism. He loved that he could simply sit on his fat ass all day long now and eat whatever he craved at any given moment. Lute was head over heels for her excessively fat husband and was more than eager to keep him happy and full of the finest food Heaven had to offer. Today was the first day in a while where the angelic couple had a date night planned and Adam was determined to make it one to remember. He was usually a home body anymore, liking the privacy of their suite due to his limited mobility issues (both from his disabilities and his weight) and to avoid any unsightly remarks in regard to how he “let himself go” in his retirement. He often didn’t even get recognized in public nowadays due to his drastic changes in looks, but every once in while, some asshole would snicker at the sight of him waddling around or make a nasty comment about his size that would piss him off. But he wanted to put that all behind him today and give his wife a romantic feedist date night. A new restaurant opened in the next town over, just about an hour’s drive away from their suite, and Adam wanted to make a true pig of himself for his wife there. Lute loved when Adam stuffed himself to the brim in any situation, but he planned on taking it to the extreme for her this evening. This new restaurant was an all you can eat buffet, which was nothing new for the couple (as they had gone to several of them over the years), but this one was supposed to be the largest one ever built in heaven and claimed to have a selection of over 1000 different items that Adam was already drooling over from the quick google search he made for the menu. He knew Lute would be all over him after this buffet trip and he couldn’t wait to make her happy, horny, and ravage her again in the bedroom. He was getting ready for their date night, wearing just a pair of black jeans and a band t shirt, his typical attire for leaving the house. He usually spent his days at home wearing only just sweatpants and nothing on his top, but he figured that he needed to look somewhat presentable for their date together. He hadn’t put on “real” pants in a while and didn’t realize that he was starting to outgrow these size 64 jeans (especially since he didn’t tuck his belly into his pants). He kept having to tug at his shirt to keep it from riding up and showing off the bottom of his belly that kept peeking out, but this really wasn’t a problem for him. He knew that Lute would love to see him split seams as he ate and he never really cared if his belly was visible to others. He already knew he was a fat bastard and why should he hide it to the masses? But this part of his routine was where he needed a bit of some help to get ready. “Hey Babe, can you come help with my shoes?” He called to Lute who was finishing up her makeup in the bathroom attached to their master bedroom. The blond Angel stepped out a moment later looking gorgeous to the obese man as he sat on the edge of their shared double king sized bed. A sly smirk was painted on her face as she came over to him and knelt down to assist her husband, adoring that he was officially too fat to reach anything below the belt anymore. She quickly helped him slide the socks on his swollen ankles and his black sneakers over his wide feet, admiring from the low angle how she couldn’t see over his large belly. Thankfully the fingers on her golden cybernetic arm were fairly dexterous so they could tie his laces without much of a struggle. “Should be good now, big guy,” she said, standing up and giving him a quick peck on the lips, her petite hands resting on the upper crest of his belly while his thick mitts gently grabbed her forearms (both real and cybernetic.) “Thank you, my Apple,” he said with a cheeky smile. She chuckled at the adorable pet name that always called her in private. He knew of the modern term of “Adam’s Apple,” so he decided to give her that playful name whenever he was being romantic or sweet in their suite. Neither of them were up for pda and weirdly private moments in front of others, but in the comfort in their own home, they were more than willing to be romantic and silly with each other. “You ready to go, you big goofball?” She asked, running her hand through his chestnut colored hair. “Yep. Mind giving me a hand though? I’m a bit stiff today.” She nodded in agreement, grabbing his hand to help him stand. With a load groan and the sound of his back cracking, Adam got to his feet. Lute felt bad that he made a wince upon standing, knowing that he was in pain. He stretched a bit to help loosen his joints before the “long” journey to their car, hearing his joints crack from each movement, especially when he attempted to outstretch his wings. The left wing couldn’t unfurl more than a couple inches anymore due to how damaged it was and Lute could hear every hollow bone joint in them crack like a wishbone. He tucked his golden appendages back to their normal resting spot and waddled out to the car. With a bit of difficulty, he squeezed himself behind the driver’s seat, his big belly still pressing a bit into the steering wheel. Once Lute was settled in too, the angelic couple were on their way for a night of pure, carnal indulgence. Lute loved seeing Adam in such a gleeful mood like he was at the moment, being his usual weird and goofy self. Retirement really seemed to mellow him out, with him being far less prone to anger like he was before. He could of course stand his ground if he had to, even with the added weight and injuries, but anymore, he was more hangry than actually angry. She watched him in casual awe as they drove to the restaurant, watching him sing along and head-bang to the punk and alt rock music that played on the car’s radio. She loved watching his thick double chin wobble with each word he sang and how his arm fat jiggled with each small movement he made to “dance” along to the song. She even thought to herself how funny it would be to take him to a punk mosh pit at his current size and see how long he could actually last before needing a quick sit down. He was just shy of 400 pounds the last time they saw they went to a concert a few years ago and he didn’t even make it past the first set list before needing a break and a beer. “So where are we going anyway?” Lute asked, turning to him. “Oh just to a new place that opened up over in Harpville. I heard the food is good enough to die for again!” He said with a shit eating grin. He knew that she knew about the new buffet opening and was deliberately teasing her about it. “You cheeky, little shit,” she said with a seductive grin and a raise of her eyebrow. “How did I know that my big boy would only leave the house if it meant stuffing himself like a hog for the slaughter?” “Cause you know me too well and you know that I’m too much of a fat ass to resist a good buffet!” he said a quick wink before his attention went back on the rainbow colored road. “That’s definitely the truth,” she said with a chuckle before slipping her real hand underneath his shirt to feel his soft belly. “And I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like tonight when you’re too full to move from this little public feedist stunt.” Adam could feel himself growing hard from just her words and the light touch on his stomach. He never thought he’d be so into this kink, but holy fuck was it a turn on for him, especially when Lute mentioned how big he was getting for her. He couldn’t wait for that either, his mind quickly wandering to the thought of Lute riding him tonight like a bitch in heat after he made a pig of himself in front of other angels. “Fuck that’s hot,” he said under his breath. “I love that you’re more of a freak about this than I am.” “Only for you, my fat boy,” she teased back with a sultry wink, causing the first man to brightly blush before they pulled into the parking space at the buffet. After some effort, the 600+ pound Angel was able to get out of his vehicle and waddled his way to the entrance. Lute proudly held his hand during the short walk, slowing her pace to match his much labored one. She loved to watch Adam walk at this size, seeing all of his rolls jiggle with each step and how he had to take larger strides to accommodate his thick thighs that constantly rubbed together. He couldn’t walk normally anymore, having to waddle now, which was so hot to the both of them. By the time they entered the door (which he was almost too wide for), Adam was panting and out of breath from the “trek” from the car. Thank god angels never had to worry about major health issues related to their weight or else Lute would be concerned, but since he was only huffing and puffing due to his lack of endurance and lugging around so many pounds and not a more serious condition, she simply savored the scene before her. “You’re such a fucking tease with that look,” he whispered to his wife, his breathing starting to return to normal before they were seated. Lute specifically asked for a spot closer to the buffet line to make it easier for Adam to get to it, but was taken a bit off guard when they were given a booth. They both knew there was absolutely no fucking way that he was going to fit in it, but Adam had a few dirty tricks in mind to get his wife riled up for the night. Before Lute could tell the host to take them to an actual table, Adam attempted to squeeze his fat ass in the booth, which went about as well as expected. He wasn’t even fully seated and his belly was already smashed into the table top and pillowing over top of it. He seemed to almost get stuck in the constraining sitting feature, all while giving his wife a devious side eye with a smile. “Well shit this ain’t gonna work,” he said, pretending to play dumb about the situation. “I’m a ‘bit’ too big for this here. Mind if we switch to a regular table with chairs that move?” Lute was hot under the collar and if they weren’t in public, she’d be doing some very nasty things to him in this position. Adam could see her arousal painted on her pale face and he was loving being such a big flirt. The host nodded and waited for Adam to get unstuck before moving the couple to a wooden table with some sturdy appearing chairs. Before sitting down, Adam tested the seat by applying some pressure on it and saying, “Just want to make sure I don’t break it during dinner! That’s happened more times than I want to admit.” He winked again at his wife who gripped the sleeve of her black and silver dress even tighter. He sat down slowly just to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally break it, but once he felt it wouldn’t collapse under his 600+ pounds, he relaxed and settled in for their meal. They had gone on many buffets together in the past, so Adam knew that he’d probably be getting the first few plates himself, and then as he continued to get fuller, Lute would bring him the rest. She always knew what kinds of food he liked and she didn’t want him burning off those precious calories he was consuming on something as trivial as walking to get more food. She wanted to put as many pounds of soft fat on his already oversized body and tonight would not be an exception. The server took their drink orders, with Lute getting a glass of white wine and some water while Adam decided to double down on the calorie intake, getting both a growler of lager and a coke to go with it. They both knew he’d probably go through a gallon of beer before he’d even remotely feel the effects of it, and that he’d probably suck down a day’s worth of calories in coke alone with his meal too. Once that was settled, it was on to the main event. Lute held her husband’s chubby hand as he waddled in line to get to his much deserved feast. The restaurant was fairly crowded since it was so new, but like clockwork, Adam’s tall and wide frame was intimidating to the patrons around him, leaving them plenty of room to move and meander around the buffet. Both Adam and Lute could sense the stares they were getting from all over the expansive room, but neither of them cared in the slightest. “Here’s to a night of food and fun,” Adam said, grabbing multiple plates from the rack before kissing his wife quickly. “Likewise,” she agreed upon breaking the kiss and watching him go in front of her and fill up all three plates he had in his chubby hands. This first round of plates was just the kickstarter for the fattened up first man. Adam was known for having a bottomless pit of a stomach long before he gained over 300+ pounds since he retired. Even when he was a human, he ate more fruit from that stupid garden than any other creature in it. Now with a stomach of quadruple the capacity, those first three plates were down his throat in less than 20 minutes and he was already back up at the line for more. This cycle repeated 3 more times before Lute decided to start pushing him further by him giving a break from walking back and forth up to the buffet. As much as she loved watching him waddle with delight as he filled up his multiple plates (as well as ogling his fat ass and pillowy love handles), she knew he was physically getting tired and his poor knees and back were hurting from overuse. Plus, she could get to the elevated carving station for him, as you could only access it by flying and that obviously wasn’t an option for her husband. Even if his wings were fully functional, she didn’t think they’d even be able to lift his fat body off the ground anymore. By the time she was fetching plates for him, she was long past finished with her own dinner (only two plates not even fully filled), but was glad to just sit back with a cup of coffee and enjoy the show of her husband ravaging through the assortment of savory dishes with no looks of stopping any time soon. By the time Adam was on his 18th full plate, all eyes were on them, most of the spectators watching in awe of simply how much this excessively large man could eat. Others were probably grossed out by his act of pure gluttony (ironic in Heaven), but the couple could care less. Adam was happy shoveling food into his gullet and Lute was simply thrilled to observe her fat ass husband in his element. She could even hear people’s whispering, wondering how a guy that looked like him was able to snag a girl like her, making her feel even prouder that he was her husband. He finished his last bite of chicken and pushed the 18th plate aside, sitting back in his chair with a groan/muffled burp and rested one hand on the side of his swollen belly. His shirt was no longer staying down due to how bloated he was and about 3 inches of his lower belly was fully visible to everyone. “Ugh, I need a little break before I go hit up the dessert bar,” he panted out, attempting yet again to tug his shirt down and failing. “I’d say so! That’s the most I’ve ever seen you eat in one sitting!” Lute said, reaching over and kissing his chubby cheek, earning a smile from him. “I told you I was gonna make this a good night for both of us, didn’t I?” He smirked again, stifling another burp. “Holy fuck, I’m so full…” She could tell that the beer was starting to make his mind fuzzy and she loved that being tipsy made him both more eager to please and hungrier. “I can tell,” she said, finishing her coffee. “But I’m so glad that you are. You look adorable like this.” “If you say so,” he said with a chuckle. He was about to get up again to go to the dessert bar before he was stopped by the restaurant manager approaching their table. “Can I help you?” He asked with annoyed tone, a scowl appearing on his face. “Hello there sir,” the manager began. “We’re so glad that you and your lady have decided to dine with us tonight… but unfortunately… we’re going to have to ask a bit of an awkward favor from you…” “And what pray tell, the fuck, would that be?” He asked, crossing his arms, attempting to look more intimidating despite his butterball-like appearance. “Well sir… we are to unfortunately ask you to possibly cut things a bit short and finish your dining experience with us tonight,” the now sweating manager replied, looking nervous beyond belief. “We are absolutely not trying to embarrass you or anything like that. We’ve just noticed that you’ve already hit the mark of our cost of goods sold and we just simply can’t afford to lose any more money off of you-“ With surprisingly little struggle, Adam stood up, towering over the much smaller manager who only came up to his ample chest. He was now officially pissed and his claws were coming out. “Do you know who the fuck you are talking to? I’m THE Adam from Genesis! I’m your goddamn 100X great grandfather! Every human soul in this fucking room exists because of me, including yourself! And if I want to sit here and shovel 50 plates of your shitty fried chicken into my fat fucking face then I am going to fucking do so, with or without your fucking permission!!” Lute was speechless, finding it hot as fuck that he was so fired up over this whole mess. Her underwear was now getting wetter by the minute. “Sir, we aren’t trying to cause a scene!” The now terrified manager said, taking a step back. “Please be reasonable about this-“ “You’re only doing this because a fat fuck like me sitting here is giving your business a ‘bad look!’ If you would’ve been alive when I was, you would’ve fucking prayed a guy who looked like me frequented your establishment! Guys who looked like me were fucking kings back in the day and a scrawny little fuck like you would’ve been a peasant!!” “Sir, please, I don’t want to have to call security!” The manager squeaked out until Lute broke out of her arousal trance and stepped in between then, handing the manager some cash. “Understood,” she said, signaling for Adam to cool down. She could tell that the beer was starting to hit harder than she expected it to and that he needed to go home, even without the dessert here. “Sorry for the trouble. Keep the change.” She then grabbed her husband’s hand and ushered him to their car. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watched his exposed lower belly jiggle with each labored step. She took the drivers seat this time, allowing Adam some extra room around his belly to relax and to lean his seat back for some relief on his back. (And of course he was probably too blasted to even attempt driving.) Once settled in, Adam started grumbling under his breath, pouting. “This is fucking bullshit… I didn’t do anything wrong! It literally says all you can eat, doesn’t it?! What the fuck?!” Lute simply nodded as he ranted, doing something on her phone before turning to him and placing her fingers over his lips to shush him. “My love, I know you’re upset, but holy fuck I have never been more turned on in my entire life,” she said before pulling him into a passionate kiss, her petite hands grabbing at his moobs and upper belly. He was caught off guard for a second, but quickly adapted and began kissing her back with the same amount of vigor. “I never thought I’d see you get to the point where you’re fat enough to out eat a fucking buffet,” she chimed in a sultry voice, her hand trailing down the dome of his belly and then down to his crotch, certainly grabbing his attention. He let out a little moan when she graced his member that was buried under several layers of flab, practically purring at her touch. “You’re so fucking sexy like this and as soon as we get back home, I want you in our bed and ready for action!” “Yes ma’am!” He answered with a little fake salute, a smiled painted back on his face. With one last quick kiss and belly grab, she put the car in drive and returned to their home as quick as she could go. When they finally arrived back at their building, Lute had to help her bloated husband out of the car, as he was far too full to do so himself. At the same time, the overconfident and overstuffed angel spoke to his wife as they walked/waddled to the suite. “As much as I’m happy to have excited you so much with that dinner, I’m still fucking bummed that I didn’t get any dessert…” She chuckled to herself, loving how much of a true fatty her husband really was, inside and out. They turned the corner and before their doorstep laid a tall pink bakery box in a plastic bag with a label indicating that its contents came from one of the most popular and busy bakeries in Heaven. “You were saying?” Lute said, popping out her hip as she grabbed the bag and opened the door. “So that’s what you were ordering! Fuck yeah! I’m always up for Spinning Wheel Bakery!” He shut the door behind him, locking it so that no one could accidentally interrupt their night of fun together. “Did you really ever think I’d let my big boy end a big meal without something sweet?” She chimed, sitting the box on the counter. “Now get your ass in that bedroom and strip for mama.” Oh, that was hot as fuck for him. He couldn’t even respond, simply doing as she said and within moments, climbed into their bed naked. A few moments later, Lute met him in the bedroom, wearing a sexy black and gold lingerie set and carrying the bakery box and a fork in one hand and a small riding crop in the other. Adam felt a shiver up his spine upon this beautiful sight and was more than ready to ravage his wife. “Fuck babe, you are so fucking gorgeous!” He said, eyes as wide as saucers and practically drooling. “I’m very flatter by that but you know you always have to work a little bit harder with me around.” She sat the box and fork on the night stand closest to him, before sitting next to him and opening it up to reveal a three tiered cake with tan colored icing and little fondant apples decorating it. “Fuck yeah! I haven’t had their apple spice cake in forever!” He said elated, sitting up a bit to get into the feeding position. He now had a second wind, hungry as before, as if he hadn’t already eaten 15,000 calories earlier that evening. “Why do you think I got it for you? It’s your favorite afterall and you deserve a nice sweet treat after all that hard work you did packing it away there,” her hand began making circles on his fat belly as she used her artificial hand to grab him the first of several bites of cake. “Open up, big boy. Mama want this whole cake gone before she rides you.” “Bring it on, dangertits,” he said with a joking grin. She laughed back with a playful nudge as she put the fork in his mouth, finding his shitty sense of humor nostalgic with the old nickname he used to call her back in the day. “Holy fuck, this is amazing!” his mouth still full of crumbs as he eagerly reached up for another bite. Lute loved how eager and ready to please her he was during their feeding sessions and during sex. Many people would’ve thought that he was a selfish lover due to how he used to act during his time as an exorcist. When Eve died and went to Hell, she spread many rumors about how he horrible in bed and a terrible lover, but Lute knew just how far that was from the truth. From her experience, Adam was an absolutely wonderful partner in the bedroom, always putting her needs before his own. Oddly enough, Adam was very subservient in the sack, enjoying being commanded to do things by his tiny wife that was only 1/5 his size. Sure, he might handle her a little rough at times because he didn’t know his own strength in the heat of the moment, but she didn’t mind that one bit. She was a warrior Angel afterall, and if she received a few love bites and bruises from fucking her quarter ton husband, then she’d wear them like battle scars. A quarter of the cake was already gone and Adam wasn’t slowing down at all. She had gone from using the fork to just ripping off little chunks of the cake in her hands and just shoving them into his fat face, her fingers lingering occasionally on the corner of his lip for an extra bit of a spicy flare. He was so turned on from this experience and could feel precum leaking from his buried cock. Everything about this whole experience was beyond arousing for the first man, who greedily gobbled down every bite Lute kept feeding him. He loved that she kept prodding at his belly during his cake feast, calling out how fat he was, reminding him that she wasn’t done growing him yet, and how she loved watching him squirm from her touch and commanding voice. Why he never experimented with food and feeding like this with his first two wives, he’d never know, but Lute’s touch and attraction made up for every past relationship failure he had ever had. Lute couldn’t help but watch in awe and continue to tease her morbidly obese husband, now that half of the cake was in his belly and he was too distracted by the euphoric sensations to even think straight or at about how much he was eating. She really wanted to sit on his belly right now and feed him the remaining half, but knew that too much pressure on it might make him sick and she didn’t want him to waste a single calorie eaten here either. She loved the thought of how every little bite of this $38 cake was adding more and more beautiful fat onto his frame, wondering where each new ounce of pudge would end up settling on his body. As she fed him, she observed her handiwork from this vantageous angle. Adam (ironically) had an apple shaped body, holding most of his weight on his massive belly (which was last measured at 82 inches around the last they checked, probably more now), making him almost more round than tall at exactly 7 feet tall. When they married, his waist was only 48 inches, making Lute proud as a peacock that she was able to grow him so much with her “feeding skills” as he liked to call it. His belly apron was massive, hanging down to his knees when he stood and was currently sprawled out on the bed between his thighs. It was full of soft, pliable fat that moved and jiggled with every gentle touch. Adam was truly fat all over his large body, not just his belly. His once muscular arms were now coated in a plush layer of blubber. His hands and feet were swollen and wide, having to now wear his wedding ring on a chain around his equally full and fat neck due to how sausage like his fingers were now. Speaking of large necks, Adam had a triple chin that swallowed up his face and made it even more kissable to Lute. Even the fleshy parts of his golden wings were plump and sagged with fat rolls, especially where they connected to his shoulder blades. His chest was twice the size of her own, which she often teased him about. He would always deny that they were, but both of them knew that he had some of the best and biggest knockers Heaven had ever seen. His hips were wide, leaving him with sizable love handles that gave him a muffin top even his biggest and stretchiest pair of pants. His thighs were thick and had several folds lining them both inside and out. His back and sides were covered in rolls upon rolls that gave him an overall doughy appearance at any angle. His entire body was littered with cellulite and golden stretchmarks much to Lute’s delight. She loved each little golden mark around his belly, hips, legs and upper arms were a permanent reminder that she was the one who made him look this way. “Ugh… babe… I don’t know if I can finish this…” Adam said, snapping Lute out of her horny trance. He was far over 3/4 of the way from finishing the cake, his fat face, beard, and mouth covered in crumbs and frosting. He was groaning in pleasurable pain, ready to give up for the night on eating. “What a naughty boy. Did I not say I wanted you to finish it for me?” She husked, using her finger to swipe some icing off his cheek and eating herself. “You wouldn’t let Mama down, now would you?” “I really don’t want… but I think I’m filled to capacity…” he burped again, pawing at his now rock hard upper belly. She chuckled to herself at how it still jiggled at the bottom, loving how truly fat he had become just for her. “I think I might be able to persuade you otherwise,” she cooed, repositioning and situating herself between his heavy legs and pushing him back a bit. He was now blushing even more and panting harder. He needed some release in one form or another. “Be a good boy and finish that little bit for me and I’ll make you see the fucking stars!” The selectively ambitious man knew where this was going and wolfed down another bite as his wife hiked up his heavy belly apron and began to find the goods hidden underneath. Good thing Lute was strong, even down one real arm. She was able to lift his gut up and hold it there to unbury his (not as massive as he claimed) cock from its fleshy prison. In addition to the massive belly apron, Adam’s dick had been almost entirely covered by his soft and low hanging fat pad, another wonderful bit of his huge body she had helped create. With a few tricks of her metal fingers, she was able to move the flab to the side and begin working her magic on him. The now insanely horny fat man kept shoveling down more and more dessert as his wife sucked him off, her forehead hitting his underbelly with each bob of her head. He was in ecstasy at this point, a place higher than heaven. Every pleasure sensor in his body was running wild and after a few more flicks of her tongue, he was ready to explode. With the last bite of cake gone, he released himself inside her mouth, moaning in pleasurable pain again. She arouse from her husband’s crotch and quickly ran to the attached bathroom to spit and clean herself up while also getting a warm cloth to clean his lower folds. “It’s gone now…” he said with another burp, his breath now labored from the massive weight of the food sitting in his gut. “Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna burst….” “More than you already just did?” Lute teased, drying him off and snapping her fingers to use her angelic powers to clean up all of the crumbs and icing off of both Adam and their bed. “Very fucking funny…” he said with a shit eating smirk. “Shit, I am seriously so full… I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in the 10,000 years I’ve been around….” “I don’t think you’ve been this full since I came around either,” she teased, straddling him, being gentle around his upper gut, rubbing soothing circles into it. “I’m so proud of my big handsome boy.” He loved when she called him that, smiling from ear to ear, knowing that he was HER fat boy and would be hers for the rest of eternity. She knew he had a praise kink on top of all of this and often used it to her advantage. She reached up and kissed him passionately again, resting herself carefully on his belly to do so. She loved this man so fucking much and wanted him in every carnal way possible. She nipped at his double chin, teasing him more and more by grabbed at his plump chest in the process. “You ready for your last course?” She teased, undoing the clasp of her lingerie. “More than you fucking know, babe!” He said, just as eager as before, as if he wasn’t just whining a moment ago. “Get that thing off and ride my face before you take my dick again.” “Pushy aren’t we?” She said, grabbing the riding crop again and gently smacking his thigh with it, sending ripples throughout the soft adipose of his body. He gasped at the smack before his grin returned and the fire in his golden eyes lit up. “But since you’ve been such a good boy for Mama tonight, I guess I can oblige.” She adjusted herself again once nude and got into position for Adam to get to work on her. Face riding was always his favorite part of sex and he owned that fact to anyone who ever asked. This man practically worshipped pussy and knew his way around a woman far better than anyone but his wife could ever know. It was almost a guaranteed orgasm for Lute when Adam was like this and she was definitely enjoying herself, playing with his belly as he continued. This fat fuck knew how to eat and he would fucking prove it to her in every way possible. After a few more tongue maneuvers, Lute was done and needed full release. “I need your fat dick inside of me. NOW,” she commanded, flipping over to ride him. Adam almost always took the bottom position anymore. Traditional missionary was pretty much impossible now due to how much girth was in the way, but Lute knew a few tricks to get the rolls out of the way for a good fuck. Adam wasn’t the only big man she had been with before, but he was certainly the largest. Thankfully again her strength and agility came in handy for this too and within moments, she had him in place and both of them were moving in sync for pleasure. Despite how big he was, Adam was still able to hold up during sex, most likely his testosterone blocking out the pain from his back and wings. He rocked into her from the bottom, bucking his hips the best he could to make sure he was hitting all the right spots for his wife. He loved hearing Lute scream his name as she dug her nails/metal fingers into his belly fat, bring him closer to the edge. He moaned her name several times as well, along with the occasion fuck or shit sprinkled in. Within a few minutes, sparks were flying and both angels came at the same time, with Adam euphorically finishing inside of Lute. She practically collapsed ontop of him, still connect and soaking up every bit he split. The fat man beneath her heaved his chest, a dazed and pleased look upon his round face. “I love you so fucking much, Lute,” he panted out, reaching up for a final kiss before she dismounted him. “I love you too, Adam,” she answered back as they broke the kiss, panting a bit herself too. “Fuck we both made a mess. Want to take a bath with me just for good measure?” “I will literally never say no to the invitation to take a bath with my wife. Even after I just fucked her good,” he answered with a devious grin as his breathing started to even out again. She went to the bathroom and drew the bath, adding a gold and purple colored, lavender scented bath bomb to it and grabbed some towels for them to dry with afterwards. She then went back to Adam and helped him back up to his feet. She could tell that his hormones were leveling off and that he was starting to ache again, another incentive for the bath. By the time he waddled his way in, the bath was ready. Adam went in first, lowering himself down into the claw foot tub and sighed upon the warm water hitting his sore joints. Once he was settled, Lute joined him after she removed her prosthetic to avoid water damage. She cuddled close to him in the warm, colored water and sighed, her body relaxing as she leaned her head on his moob. He held her tight, wrapping his meaty arms around her slim waist and resting his first chin on her shoulder. “I hope you had a good time tonight too,” he said, gently kissing her neck. “Dude, you just gave me a fucking cream pie. Why on earth did you think I had anything close to a bad time?” “I just like to make sure. Ya know, the whole ‘happy wife, happy life’ thing,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m always happy with you, Adam,” she said kissing him gently, her hand gently kneading at his scruffy beard and grazing his double chin. “No matter what.” He saw that she kept her stub under the water and out of sight. So he held it up and kissed it, causing her to squirm for a moment. “You don’t need to keep it hidden from me,” he said between kisses. “I love every part of my little apple, even the piece with the bite out.” She relaxed again and chuckled at his joke, loving that they could joke about their traumas together. She flipped around to face him directly, straddling his belly again and hugging him tight with her good arm, her stump resting upon the multiple stab wound scars that were on his chest. He reciprocated the hug again and kissed the top of her forehead. He unfurled his functional wing and wrapped it around her too. His wings were always beautiful to Lute, even now when the one could barely open at all. “I love you too, dear,” she responded, tucking her head under his first chin. “All your flaws included too.” “You know, I might be an old, fat, broken man now, but I’ve never been happier in my entire life or afterlife, and that’s all thanks to you, my apple,” he said with a genuine smile. She looked back up at him with beaming smile, feeling the love radiating off of him that was warmer than the bath water. “I’ve been and seen so much over the eons but I’ve legit never been this content. You’ve changed my life for the better and I can’t thank you enough for it.” “You’ve done the same for me too,” she said before kissing him again and then sinking into his soft body. She meant that statement too, turning her from a cruel and harsh person into the kinder but still assertive woman she was today. The couple then simply enjoyed their moment of personal intimacy, basking in the glow of each others golden eyes and whispering sweet nothings to each other. They might’ve been in heaven, but this was their true paradise, right here in each other’s embrace. The whole realm could look down upon the broken angels and neither of them would have given a single shit. They had each other and that’s all the company they ever wanted or needed. Lute might not have been made directly for Adam like his exes, but she was his wife for the rest of his afterlife. Adam was always hungry for fruit, forbidden or not, and his tiny spiced apple hit the spot every time.

Queen Beelzebub was never one for conformity or compliance. She was always going against the grain and always had a surprise up her sleeve. When someone imagined the Queen of Gluttony, many assumed Bee would be a slobbish butterball who did nothing but pleasure herself all day. Instead, she was a conventionally attractive hellhound that kept herself looking pristine and alluring to all onlookers. Sure, she definitely loved indulging herself with the finer things in life, but she defied all preconceived notions as to what the queen of her sin would be. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the company of those who did match the stereotype of being from Gluttony. All hellhounds were originally from Gluttony when Hell was first established, but many of them spread to the other rings as time went on. But those who stuck around Gluttony were easy to spot in any crowd by just the sight of them. Native born hellhounds were quite plump in her realm and she certainly wouldn’t complain about seeing such beautiful creatures inhabiting her home. Bee had always been attracted to heavier demons, especially those of her own species. She liked how her own sinfulness influenced her people, like a little piece of her was in her subjects and was displayed like a trophy underneath tight clothing. While Bee was not opposed to being with any demon of any sex or creed, she had a not so secret reputation of really loving very fat hellhound men. There was a rumor that Bee purposely fattened up every hound she dated. She would never fully admit to it, but her track record of fattening up her lovers had gone on for centuries. Many hounds avoided her for this reason, as not all demons appreciated round and full figures like she did. The tabloids always had something to say about how she drove her partners away by making them fat, leading to embarrassment and an eventual breakup. She often felt isolated because of these rumors, even when she was surrounded by people at all times. She kept a smile on her face, but deep down, she was lonely and still waiting to find the one hound that wouldn’t mind her dirty secrets and fantasies. She was hosting yet again another party at her hive. It was a holiday weekend, so it was even more crowded than usual. Although she was the host, many patrons were far too full or drunk to even notice she was there, making her feel just like another face in the crowd. She was supposed to be the girl always having a good time, but why did she feel so empty inside? She sat at one of the bars and had one of her imp servants get another keg of Beelzejuice for her and the guests to enjoy. She could surely use something to take her mind off of the loneliness. A few minutes later, the imp came back with the honey like cocktail in a massive martini glass and handed it to the queen. She thanked him and stirred her drink with the lollipop stirrer that garnished it, taking a moment to look at her happy guests. She saw several couples happily dancing together at the romantic song playing on the oversized speakers and sighed. Why couldn’t she have a love like that? Why were they all so scared of her? She was the actual queen here, so why didn’t any of these hounds want to be her oversized king? She was snapped back from her thoughts when she had a figure approach her asking a question. “Excuse me, miss, what is that you’re drinking? It looks amazing and I’d love to try it!” A bass voice asked her, making her snap her neck to see its source. In front of her stood a fairly tall male hellhound with a playful and cheery smile on his face. He seemed to be a native hound of wolf descent, having charcoal gray fur across his body with specks of silver throughout. He had a large scar across his eye, causing it to have no Iris and assumed it to be nonfunctional. Best of all though, this hound was quite plump, even for a native born one. He wasn’t huge, just sporting a nicely rounded belly and a slightly chubby face. She could tell he was rather muscular though, especially in the arms, as his muscles were well defined through his fur. Bee was definitely intrigued and her attraction pheromones were already filling the air around her. “Oh it’s a beelzejuice martini, my own recipe,” she said, taking a sip. “Feel free to try it! We have plenty of juice now since they refilled the tap!” “Thanks!” He said before sitting on the barstool beside her and ordering a drink for himself. “What’s all in it anyway?” He asked, pointing at the drink. “Well it’s got 3 shots of Beelzejuice, a shot of gin, cranberry juice, pineapple juice, soda water, and a couple of spoonfuls of my own signature honey,” she answered, not sure if this man knew who she was. “Wow that sounds like something that’ll kick my ass! I’ve never done more than one shot of B-Juice and I was absolutely gone after that,” he said with a laugh, making his soft belly jiggle slightly. “I can handle my liquor pretty well, all things considered,” she joked as she sipped again. “I’m Bee, by the way. Who are you?” “Wait… as in Queen Bee? Queen Beelzebub?” He stammered as the bartender gave him his drink. “Here and in the flesh! Welcome to my hive!” She giggled, a flirty tone to her voice. “Oh gosh I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you! I haven’t been in Gluttony in so long that I didn’t realize what you looked like…your highness!” he was so nervous and adorable like this. She was definitely interested in this pudgy specimen. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to shoot her shot. “No big, dear,” she said. “A lot of people forget what the queen looks like, especially after the juice comes out.” “But it’s still great to meet you, your highness!” he said with a small bow. “My name is Vortex, but you can call me Tex if you’d like!” “Pleasure to meet you Tex,” she said as she shook his hand with one of her lower arms. “But don’t do the ‘your highness’ stuff. I hate when people act like that around me. So just call me Bee, no pressure or strings attached.” He took a sip of the drink and moaned at its great taste. “Holy shit that’s like drinking candy!” “Yep! I figured that formula about 300 years ago. I got tired of how the straight juice tasted, so I decided to shake it up! Not to mention enough sugar to kill a horse, but that’s beside the point.” “Hey, I’m never gonna say no to more sugar!” Tex said after another sip. “I have a really bad sweet tooth, ever since I was a pup. Can’t ever get enough sugar on my tongue!” Her foxlike ears perked up and her pupils widened at that statement. He was already chubby and was practically served to her on a silver platter. She could definitely have some fun with this one, even if he did eventually fade away. “You’ve come to the right girl if you want to satiate your sweet tooth!” She said, setting her drink on the bar top. She swirled her hands around in ball shape and conjured up a handful of pink cotton candy. “Have some! My treat!” He eagerly plucked the flossy candy from her hand and devoured it in a single bite, moaning slightly at the taste. “Holy shit! That’s amazing!” He said, wiping off the sticky sugar off his muzzle. It tasted so familiar to him, comforting and satisfying. “Damn right it is!” She said with a flirty laugh. “I’m not bragging but I’m definitely bragging when I say that I have the best cotton candy in all of hell! I even supply all of the cotton candy at Mammon’s circus. It’s one of his best sellers and you know if he actually spends money on something, it’s good quality!” “Wow! I went to that place all the time as a kid! I had no idea you were the one making it,” he said before his tone shifted slightly. He was a bit more somber at that, his ears folding back and his tail tucking in to his legs. “Hell, that’s actually the last good memory I have of my mom before she got sick. She took me down to Greed for my 8th birthday as a special gift. I remember during the show that there were vendors selling big bags of blue and pink cotton candy and I knew I had to have some! My mom bought me 3 whole bags that I snacked on throughout the show. I ended up falling asleep in the car on the ride home apparently with pink sugar all over my face as she carried me back in the house. She took a picture for proof, and I still have it at my apartment. Nostalgia just won’t let me get rid of it, considering it was the last of the happy times with mom before the cancer took her…” Bee was touched. She had just met this man and he was already showing his vulnerable side. Maybe it was the juice talking, but it was so emotionally impactful. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Tex,” she said, putting a hand on his shoulders. He nodded, looking like he was about to shed tears and trying desperately to stop the flow. “But I’m glad I was able to give you a good memory of her, at least indirectly.” “Thank you, Bee,” he said with a solemn smile. “That means a lot to me. Sorry to over share and trauma dump though… sometimes it just slips out.” “Hey, I might be the queen of Gluttony, but I’m also a queen of not knowing when to shut up, so it’s no issue whatsoever! Usually people’s inhibitions are down when I come around, so I’m quite used to being a free therapist at times.” “That’s very kind of you to do that. A lot of the other sins wouldn’t do that…” “Eh maybe Ozzie would, but he’d probably just have a boner the whole time and it would be awkward as fuck!” They both laughed at that, solidifying her conviction to see him again another time. “But hey, I’d love to chat some more, maybe in a bit quieter of a place so we can actually hear a bit better. How about you swing by the hive tomorrow afternoon and I’ll take you out to dinner? My treat!” “Wow! Ok! Yeah, I’ll come by! I’m off tomorrow so that works out great!” He said with a huge grin and a wagging tail. She chuckled and stood up from the bar stool before handing him a business card that she conjured with her magic. “My cell phone number’s on there. Text me when you get the chance and I’ll see you tomorrow, Tex!” “Will do!” He said, watching her leave in awe. She smirked to herself, swaying her hips a little as she walked away, peeking around her shoulders to see the hound’s overt ogling. Oh yeah, this was going be a great fling, and she was determined to make Vortex quite a big wolf man. The next evening, Tex was standing at the Hive’s front door while wearing a fancier than last night’s outfit and holding a bouquet of assorted flowers. He was alert and his tail was wagging as he waited to be let inside of the Queen’s home. A few minutes later, Bee greeted him at the door, wearing a more elegant hot pink dress with matching stilettos. Even while wearing 6 inch heels, Tex was still a foot and some change taller than her, making her feel a tad more feminine than usual, as she usually towered over most male demons. “Wow! You look amazing!” The pudgy hellhound said, his tail eagerly wagging and his good eye’s pupil dilated in excitement. “First off, thank you!” The queen answered with a tiny blush. “Secondly, you don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Tex. I love that shirt on you!” “Uh thanks!” He replied, a bit unsure of how to answer. He had barely squeezed into this dress shirt, as it was only a XL and he was definitely in at least 2XL territory now. He then handed her the bouquet of flowers. “And these are for you… obviously! Hope you like them!” “They’re beautiful! I love that they’re pollinator friendly varieties too!” She said, using her powers to poof them into her house for later. “I figured you would with the whole bee theming and all,” he said with a slightly nervous chuckle. “But I’m ready to go when you are. My car’s parked down the street and I’m good to drive anywhere you’d like.” “As much as I appreciate the offer of a ride, we actually don’t need one,” she said, conjuring one of her sigils to use as a portal gate. “Oh, ok!” He said with a confused but eager smile. “Where are we going then?” “I told you it was my treat, so I figured I’d take you to where some of the best restaurants can be found in any realm. New York City!” Within moments, the portal had been conjured and a gateway to the human world had been opened. “Oh, wow! I definitely wasn’t expecting that…” Tex said, peering into the portal and seeing that it was in some brick alleyway where he could hear engines running, cars honking, and the hustle and bustle of the humans in the city. Most importantly, he could smell the delicious foods of the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood, his heightened sense of smell making him practically drool at the first whiff. “Holy shit that’s amazing!” He said before taking a step back from the portal. “But I didn’t bring my Asmodean crystal with me… I’m not sure how this is going to work…” “Leave that to me, babycakes,” she said in a playful tone before snapping her fingers and quickly transforming the two of them into human forms. Tex went from the 9 foot tall wolfman to a 6 and a half foot tall human with dark brown skin and short, black hair. He still retained his red eyes and fanged smile, but they too had become humanized. He wore the same outfit, which to Bee’s delight, was still a size too small and showed off his round belly. Bee on the other hand was transformed into a blonde bombshell human woman with streaks of pastel blue and pink scattered throughout her long, waxen hair. She had lightly tanned skin, only one set of arms, and the same humanized fanged smile. Her figure was a 10/10, with her outfit also hugging her curves properly in her date’s eyes. She looked absolutely stunning to Tex in this form and probably every human that would pass her. He was practically speechless, trying to wrap his head around the whole situation but was at a loss for words. “Come on, big boy! Let’s get something to eat!” Bee said, grabbing his large hand and pulling him through the portal that shut behind them. As they walked through the city streets to their final destination, Tex was in awe every sight and smell he could sense. He had only been to the surface a handful of times and had never been to a place as large as NYC. It was overwhelming, but in a good way. Hell, this whole date was overwhelming to him in a good way, considering he was on an actual dinner date with an ACTUAL queen. Not to mention that he was starting to get a bit winded trying to keep up with Bee, who just like in her normal form was flighty and fast paced. The overweight wolf man was doing his best to hide how out of shape he actually was, making mental notes that he had to go back to the gym if he was going to have a second date with the queen. Finally, Bee stopped in front of a fancy steakhouse, complete with a cobblestone walkway and the familiar scent of fresh grilled meat. “Here we are!” She said with a smile, pointing up to the restaurant’s neon sign. “Voted one of the top 10 steakhouses in US!” “Holy shit!” He said under his breath, trying to catch his breath but also trying to keep it hidden that he was struggling. Bee could only smile and laugh to herself at how cute it was to see this chubby hellhound huffing and puffing from a simple quick walk down the sidewalk. She didn’t want to embarrass him about it, but she found it adorable to see his softish chest heave a bit as they entered the restaurant and were recounted to a private chef’s table overlooking the cityscape. “This is amazing! I didn’t even know there were places like this on earth!” Tex said in awe of the scenery. Being a gentleman, he pulled out her chair for her to sit, a flattering gesture that Bee blushed at. “Oh honey, there’s plenty of fancy places like this all over the surface world,” Bee said as her date sat in his chair across from her. “I’ve been to soooo many restaurants over the years, but this place has always been one of my favorites. So I figured it would be a good spot to relax, get some good food, and get to know each other a bit better over some wine and dessert!” “Sounds like a great plan to me too!” Tex said with a wide smile that showed off his budding double chin. “But seriously, thank you for this! It’s very kind of you to take me here.” “Don’t sweat it, dear. I’m just happy to have some good company and some amazing food to share with them!” He nodded and began browsing the menu. Bee watched as his working eye darted across the pages, practically drooling over the mere idea of the steaks listed on the menu. She already knew what she was ordering, but she decided to play a little game to see if he was able to be coerced into a little extra indulgence by her. The waiter came and took their drink orders, in which Bee ordered them two bottles of wine for the night, a pricy dry red for their meal and a sweet white to enjoy with their dessert. Tex put up no fight to the wine, even though he hadn’t the slightest clue as to what a Pinot noir or a moscato was. Next came their food order, and Bee lead the way before Tex could even get a word out. “Let’s start off with some cheesy stuffed mushrooms and a shrimp cocktail to split!” She told the waiter, glancing up to her date to see if he had and reservations. His face stayed the same happy grin, so she proceeded. “As for the main course, give me the 8 ounce filet mignon with all the trimmings.” The waiter nodded and asked Tex for his order. “I guess I’ll do the 11 ounce ribeye…” he said, looking a bit confused. “Oh honey, you’re at the best steakhouse in the US! You gotta go with the best they got!” She interrupted, then addressed the waiter again. “Give him the 22 ounce porterhouse with the loaded potatoes!” “Uh, sure! That’s fine too!” He said handing the waiter the menu. She smiled, knowing that this boy was putty in her hands when it came to eating. Hopefully he could keep up with her and make this a home run for her. The couple chatted throughout their dinner, getting to know each other as they ate. Tex wasn’t much of a talker, but he was absolutely a great listener and was very engaged as she talked. Bee was always a loud mouth who craved being the center of attention, so she was perfectly happy to have a partner who listened to her stories (and ate quite a bit while doing so). She did however learn that Tex worked for some succubi as a bodyguard, was originally from Gluttony’s capital city, that he was an orphan who aged out of the hellhound adoption system, and some of his hobbies and interests. Most importantly she learned that Tex had a bottomless pit of a stomach and didn’t even flinch or strain as he took the final bites of his massive steak. “Ready for dessert?” She chimed with a sexy grin as Tex pushed his entirely empty plate away. “If the dessert is even half as good as the steak, I’m up for anything!” The bloated hellhound in disguise said, stifling down a burp. “That was incredible! You were definitely right about this being the best steakhouse!” “Hey, always trust the Queen of Gluttony when she says the food is good! That’s kind of a rule of thumb around me!” She said, opening the bottle of moscato and pouring them both a glass as the waiter took their plates away. She also ordered a small crème brûlée for herself and a huge slice of chocolate cake for her date. Hellhounds were able to eat chocolate unlike their earthly counterparts, but it was still an expensive item for many of them, making Tex feel like he was being pampered. “Isn’t the subject supposed to be treating the queen? I think you’re spoiling me tonight instead!” He chuckled, taking her petite hand in his rough, large ones. “But seriously, thank you for this dinner. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so cared for in my entire life…” “You seem like an amazing guy, Tex,” Bee said with a genuine smile. “Everyone deserve some tlc every once in a while, and I’m happy to provide it to you. I’d really like to do this again sometime!” “Oh I definitely would too!” He said, sipping at the wine. “I just… I can’t fathom why you would want to be on a date with me of all people? I mean let’s be honest, I don’t think many demons can imagine a deadly sin willingly want to be with a lowly hellhound romantically, let alone one who looks like me…” she saw how his hand lingered over his distended gut, which was starting to heavily strain the buttons of his dress shirt. “Tex, I have a secret to tell you. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I find you hot as fuck, even in this form!” She said, grabbing his full attention. “I don’t like the ‘Adonis incubi’ look on a guy. If you’ve seen any of my exes, you’ll know I’ve built a reputation of not always dating the slimmest demons in hell. I’m not sure if it’s cause of my sin or what, but I like big guys, and always have since the moment we fell. And as long as you’re cool with that fact, it’s perfectly fine with me to indulge you and spend time with you.” He perked up at her saying that, and if his tail was visible, he’d definitely be wagging it. “Thanks, Bee. And yeah I’m totally cool with you liking my body type. Trust me, I’ve tried every diet in the book and nothing has ever worked.” A moment later, their desserts were delivered and Tex was almost drooling again at just the mere sight of the cake. “And I think I’m getting the hint that with you, diets are out of the question?” He arched his eyebrow with a playful smirk. Bee felt herself blush and become hot under the collar. This man was not only ok with her odd preferences but was encouraging it. Visions of how she could mold and sculpt Tex’s large body with layers of adipose filled her brain. She was in Heaven again, at least figuratively. “You got that right, big boy!” She teased, picking up his fork and holding a bite of cake up to his mouth. “Open up, and once this is gone, I’ll take you back to my hive for a night you soon won’t forget.” He simply nodded and eagerly accepted the bite, moaning in pleasure at the taste. Bee knew at that moment that this was the start of something great for the both of them and something very very fattening for the hellhound across the table. Time skip: 6 years It was day 10 of Bee and Tex’s 5 year anniversary road-trip on Earth and it was already off to a good start. They had left Virginia several hours ago and were making great time to get to the food festival they were planning to attend this evening in South Carolina. Bee was at the wheel of their golden car, letting her husband get some well deserved rest in the back seat (considering he could barely fit in the traditional passenger’s seat anymore.) He was out cold and had been asleep for the past 4 hours of driving, fighting off a pancake induced food coma. The two had grabbed a huge breakfast from the hotel they had stayed at for the night, where Tex ate his fill and then some. The disguised hellhound had already eaten a day’s worth of calories for his first meal of the day, so Bee was quite thrilled that all of the food he would be eating tonight would just add more and more fat to his already obese frame that she adored. She glanced in the rear view mirror to see her chubby hubby sprawled out across the entire 3 person backseat, happily snoring like a foghorn, bringing a genuine smile to her face. They still had another hour on the road before they got to their next stop, giving Tex a bit more time to wake up from the food coma and Bee some time to reflect on their lives while listening to some of her favorite human music. So much had changed for the couple in their few short years together. Bee had been alive for eons, but their six years together truly were the best she had ever lived through. They instantly connected after that first date and married less than a year after meeting each other. Their wedding was a smash hit, with every important person in Hell coming to see the party girl of the sinful family finally settle down with someone (even though they still both partied a lot after their marriage). Best of all, Tex wa Tex was also given the gift of immortality upon their wedding day, just like all of the sins spouses were, which was probably a good thing considering the current state of his body. He would never age any further or suffer from disease, which was absolutely a great perk for the feedist couple, considering that if he were mortal again, he’d most definitely have diabetes or some other weight related health issue. Bee confessed after a few weeks after they met about her kink for fat guys and ever since that day, Tex was 100% on board with being her feedee. And ever since that day, he just grew bigger and bigger. A lot of the tabloids said that Bee was manipulating and controlling to him in order for him to get this big, but that was the farthest thing from the truth. Tex just loved to eat and Bee loved making sure her husband was eating the tastiest food around; it was as simple as that. Demons from every ring were gossiping about them, but neither one of them ever cared. They were both happy and that’s all that mattered. Which lead them to this special anniversary trip across the United States for approximately two months. Bee’s kingdom would be fine without her for that little bit of time and her underlings would take care of all major issues for her. She really did need some time away from the more formal side of her job as queen. She loved being able to go to earth like this and not be recognized by random people on the street like she did down in hell. It was just nice to be a nobody for a little while and relax. Besides, she thought that both of their human forms were very cute, especially Tex’s now that he had ballooned past 500 pounds. Besides some time out of the lime light, the other big motivator for this trip was the food. Bee was overeating personified, but due to her fast metabolism, it never showed and many underestimated the amount of food she could put away, sometimes keeping up with her obese husband and astounding others. Tex on the other hand really embraced his role as a feedee, ending up as a foodie too from Bee taking him to so many restaurants both in Hell and on earth. He loved the restaurants in the United States the best just like his wife, mostly because the portions were massive and everything was fried in some form. He loved being able to enjoy some new meal every day and eating to his heart’s content without judgement from the woman he loved, as Bee would always be there to coax him to eat just a few bites more or an extra dessert or two. Speaking of food, Bee took the exit off the highway to their main destination for the day: a highly rated BBQ festival. She didn’t tell Tex about this leg of the trip to surprise him. After fighting the traffic and finding a close by parking space, Bee snapped her fingers and changed both of them into their summer festival attire. She wore a hot pink tank top with black accents, Daisy Duke shorts that left little to the imagination, glittery pink cowboy boots, and threw her streaked hair in a bun with sparkly adornments to keep it in place. Tex was now wearing a black graphic t shirt saying “Leftovers are for Quitters” that was just a bit too tight and loose fitting gym shorts in a size 4XL. “Tex baby, it’s time to get up! We’re here!” Bee chimed, gently nudging his soft upper arm. “Huh? Where are we?” Tex said with a yawn before noticing his change of outfit. “I have a little surprise for you today before we hit the beach tomorrow! Get ready to get your grub on, my love!” She got out of the car and opened his door to help him out. The Trans Am was lower to the ground than the SUV he drove down in Hell, so he needed an extra boost to exit the car, considering he couldn’t fit in the passenger seat. With a quick yank and some groans from the obese wolf man in disguise, Tex was out of the car, already breaking a sweat after just a bit of exertion. “What is this?” He asked, pulling down his shirt in an attempt to cover his slightly exposed belly apron. His belly was hanging lower and lower now and Bee couldn’t help but bite her lip at how cute he looked doing that. “We’re at a BBQ and Beer festival! I booked a hotel just a few miles down the road for tonight, and I’ll drive there so don’t worry about holding back for anything!” She said, pulling him into a quick hug. “I just want my big boy to enjoy himself as he stuffs his cute big belly for me tonight to the fullest!” His eye lit up and said, “When have I been holding back? I about got us kicked out of that seafood buffet back in Vegas cause I ate so much.” “I know, but I want to really get you full tonight. I just love seeing you indulge so much for me!” She said reach up for a kiss. “Anything for you, dear,” he said, kissing her back before his large hand slipped further south. “But damn do you look amazing in those shorts!” “Thank you, but you need to fill this big tummy before you get to see underneath them!” She teased before grabbing his hand and leading him to the festival entrance. The fat wolf man eagerly followed his wife, panting by the time they got to the gates and paid for admission. Bee knew her husband loved meat as any hellhound would, but BBQ had become one of his favorite earth meals, hence why they came today. Tex would be able to sample meat from dozens of vendors and make a pig of himself right in front of the crowd all for her. At first he was a bit ashamed of how much weight he had gained after they were officially going steady, but after Bee truly let him know that she loved fattening him up, all of his insecurities around his weight disappeared as he grew larger. The only thing he was a bit sensitive about was his rather thick double/triple chin. So he decided about three years ago to grow out a beard to cover it up in his human form. In his natural form, there wasn’t much of a difference other than thicker fur around his neck. But Bee loved this fat bearded guy look sexy as hell and would swooning over him as they got their first round of BBQ. Throughout the festival, Bee and Tex sure had all eyes on them. Not only from how rigorously and quickly Tex was packing away the ribs and brisket, but also just how odd they looked as a pairing together. They never really got many stares in their natural forms down in Hell, despite his massive size. Perhaps the citizens of Gluttony were just more used to quarter ton demons walking around than their earthly counterparts. As Bee dropped off more and more plates of grilled meat to her husband, the more stares and whispers they seemed to gain. Some seemed to be watching in awe at how anyone could eat 12 plates of food in one go without quitting, let alone how he wasn’t drunk off of 5 large draft beers. Others were simply just disgusted at Tex’s display of (wife induced) gluttony. Several of them had the look of “why is that girl with that fat guy? He must be rich or something.” But the couple just enjoyed themselves and continued on like nothing mattered, with Tex tackling a mountain of portable desserts like hand pies and cupcakes from the other food stands. Bee had a few bites herself throughout the festival, but she couldn’t help but ogle her handsome plus sized husband as he finished off his massive meal and admire her handiwork on his morbidly obese body. Tex had an obvious apple shape to his oversized body, holding most of his weight in his belly that hung down to his knees while sitting (completely covering his plush lap) or to his upper thighs while standing. It was low hanging, heavy, and covered in light brown stretch marks from the years of stuffing himself everyday for his overindulgent wife. It was currently poking out from underneath the 6XL tight t shirt she dressed him in, and her mouth was watering just wanting to do nothing but squeeze that belly and make him even fuller. Additionally, he had rather pronounced love handles that bulged out as he sat on the concrete picnic table. His thick thighs were covered in cellulite and rubbed together with each step, and his moobs had to be at least a c cup if Bee had to guess. He was still surprisingly muscular in his arms and lower legs despite the extra 275 pounds he had gained in the last half decade. He had huge thighs with tons of cellulite on them and moobs that had to be at least a c cup if Bee had to guess. His short beard actually did little to hide his double chin in this form, but Bee thought it was so cute to see his chubby cheeks and extra chin wobble around with each bite. Overall, Tex was Bee’s dream man in both this form and his base form, and she was loving the attention put on her hefty husband by onlookers who couldn’t believe their eyes. “These are the last two booths, dear,” Bee said, putting two more plates of sauced meat in front of Tex. He nodded before wiping his mouth with a moist towelette and taking a drink of the giant soda Bee brought with her. Before going to sit back down, Bee looked up and saw a group of men across the dining area ogling her, probably wondering what on earth a girl like her is doing with a man like him. She smiled, knowing that all of them were jealous of her massive husband, wishing they could have her too. By the time Tex finished up, his belly was almost entirely exposed from the tight shirt as he cleaned himself off for the last time with the wipes. “Holy fucking shit… I’m so fucking full,” he huffed, leaning back and patting his taunt stomach, further angering the onlookers. Bee could only smirk with glee as she leaned over to kiss him, knowing that this huge, sexy man was all hers and that he was the fattest, most gluttonous man at this festival. After a half hour of resting, the queen and her waddling husband made it back to their car and headed back to their hotel for the night for some well deserved alone time. Several hours later and after another quick nap for Tex, the couple were relaxing in their hotel room for the evening. The room was nothing fancy, but comfortable and with a bed big enough to not only hold Tex’s weight but for them both to have room to lay together during the night. Both hellhounds were in their natural forms, closing all curtains in the room to not scare any humans that might pass by. Bee had just gotten out of the shower to see Tex idling watching tv, his paws mindlessly playing with his bare belly that laid not only in his lap but sprawled onto the bed before him. That was something new she never noticed and it sent shivers down her spine. She really had fattened him more than anyone she had ever been with in her entire immortal life. None of her exes had a belly that literally covered their entire nethers but also reached their knees like him. She needed her massive lover right then and there. “Good to see my big boy is so content after eating so much for me today,” she cooed, tilting him back into the mountain of pillows behind him and straddling him. Her lower arms pawed at his soft, inner thighs and belly apron while her upper arms snaked around his thick neck, causing him to instantly perk up. “That festival was amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever had such great bbq. So I don’t think I could’ve controlled myself there if I tried,” the wolf man said, his pudgy arms encircling her tiny waist. She chuckled at how addicted to food her husband had become, a perfect combination for the queen of overindulgence. Thank Lucifer himself that her immortality was graced onto him when they married so that they didn’t have to worry about any health issues that might result from his “self destructive” tendencies and weight. “I don’t think I’ve seen you eat that much this whole trip!” “I’d say it’s a close call between this and the all you can eat enchiladas down in New Mexico,” he said with a smirk. “But what can I say? How am I not supposed to eat til I want to burst with you around?!” “Exactly!” She teased, reaching in for a kiss which he happily accepted. Her lower hands grabbed on to his belly even harder, her claws tracing the stretch marks that laid under his gray fur to admire her handiwork. “I also know you never like to go to bed without a little dessert. How about some good old fashioned cotton candy from your Queen Bee?” “How could I ever resist?” He said with a smooth, sultry voice that sent even more shivers up her spine. She used her magic to conjure up some of her husband’s favorite treat and held it up to his plump lips. “Open wide, big boy,” she chimed, grabbing onto his love handles. “Once this bowl is gone, I want all your clothes off so I can ride you!” The hellhound beneath her eagerly gobbled up the bite of flossy sugar with zero hesitation. “It tastes as sweet as you,” he said with a cheeky smile, making his wife blush even after all these years (and stuffing sessions). They both truly loved each other and this amazing life they built together and Tex’s expanded body was proof of that. He had grown fat off her love and proud to carry it on his heavy frame. “Keep up the flattery, babe!” she said with a flirty giggle before putting another piece in his mouth and her lower hand gracing across his crotch to excite him. “There’s always plenty more where this came from and if you play your cards right, you won’t be able to move until morning!” “Fuck I love you so much!” He huffed, begging for more and more candy. “I love you too, babe,” she said with a sincere smile. “More than anyone ever.” The queen Bee was finally fulfilled in life, no longer feeling empty inside. Her fat guard dog King would be right by her side no matter what and what else could a royal ask for?

Chubby!MammonXReader AU (Name) often couldn’t believe how lucky she was for her current life. Growing up in a poor, shithole neighborhood of Emerald City, Envy, she never once imagined she would make it to the top, let alone become a member of Hell’s royal family via marriage. But here she was, being the Queen of Greed, ruling alongside her husband Mammon and living the high life. They met a bit over 20 years ago when she was initially hired to his marketing and promotional department, where she was now the Director of the entire marketing operation (she never once wanted to be a housewife, even if her husband had more money than brains at times). She had seen and met him in passing several times prior to working for him when she moved to Greed, but they didn’t really know each other until they had their first actual conversation at his clown pageant after party that year. As the masses continued to party hard into the wee hours of the morning, she bumped into him at the bar top while trying to get away from the craziness of the dance floor. She was definitely surprised to find him in this more isolated corner of the rooftop party, especially since he was drinking alone while snacking on a whole tray of party appetizers by himself. It turned out that neither of them were party people, despite being natural extroverts. The crazy party life just wasn’t their scene, even if they liked being the center of attention, so they ended up going out to the balcony for a more private conversation that lasted far longer than when the final party guest left. They seemed to have just instantly hit it off with each other, having quite a bit in common, despite her being a lower class siren demoness and him being the king of the ring. They were both outgoing, passionate about their hobbies and interests, a bit too crass and blunt about things, and had a keen mind for business. After that fateful night, they started to see each other privately on a regular basis. Mammon would request to see her in his office as much as possible, and eventually after a short time, they became an item. It only made sense that the king of Greed would be attracted to an Envy girl. The two sins went hand in hand, and Mammon was practically hooked to (name) after only knowing her for a few weeks. He had never really been in love before prior to meeting his now wife. Sure, he had had many lovers and even a few relationships in the past, but none of them had that spark that he and (name) had. After only about a year of dating, Mammon asked her to marry him, proposing with the biggest and most expensive wedding ring she had ever seen. He insisted on only the finest for the demoness that stole his heart, and she eagerly accepted the offer, even if the diamond in the ring was better suited for a necklace. She laughed to herself remembering the chaotic fun of their wedding as she looked at the much more manageable everyday wear ring on her finger that Mammon bought her once she complained how heavy it was (It was still worth over a million dollars, just more compact) as their limo turned another corner. She remembered how nervous they both were on their big day; for her becoming queen of this realm and for him, being vulnerable in front of his kingdom and his family. All of her nerves were calmed the moment she walked down the aisle and saw him tear up at the sight of her. It touched her heart to see him so sentimental in front of the crowd just for her. She had zero doubts from that moment on, and their union was sealed with a vow and a kiss. She was granted the same immortality he was the moment they were officially husband and wife, as all the sins’ spouses and children were given these privileges. And of course, the extravagant wedding was followed by one of the most expensive and elaborate wedding receptions Hell had ever seen. No expense was spared and it was the talk of the whole town for years afterwards. Mammon always did have that “bigger is better” and “large and in charge” mentality, which was evident with just one look at the sin. He was easily one of the largest demons in all of hell, both in height and width. He was several feet taller than his wife in his natural state, but could easily shrink himself to a more manageable size if needed (still over a head and a half taller than her, but hey, it’s the best he could do). Most demons were slim built, (name) included, but her husband was the exception, which was perfectly fine with her. While some more shallow demonesses might have turned away such a large man (even a king like him), (name) happily embraced having such a fat husband. No matter how he presented himself, Mammon was always fat and always had been, even before he and his siblings fell. It made sense, as he was always eating something and had the world’s worst self control when it came to his hunger/sweet tooth. He always felt hungry, like he could never be full enough no matter how much he ate. He never cared about his size though. It was just who he was, and if he and his wife were happy, what more could he ask for? (Name) had always been drawn to a bigger figure on a man, and now that she was happily married to possibly the fattest demon in hell, she was more than pleased. She adored how big Mammon had grown in the two decades they had been together. He was certainly quite chubby when they first met, but since she had been in the picture, the king of Greed was the fattest he had ever been. That was partially due to (name) enjoying experimenting with baking while Mammon was away on business trips. Baking was always her hobby, and what better taste tester could there be than the man that could never get enough? Every time he came home from a business trip, she always had a multitude of assorted sweets waiting for him. And what man or demon could resist their wife’s homemade baking? He also just felt super comfortable being around his wife and felt more inclined to indulge around her. Either way, (name) was just happy to know that her husband was soft, cuddly, and warm with all of his extra weight, not to mention that she found his big body attractive and sexy. He might not be a catch to everyone, but to her, Mammon was her perfect mate. They were very compatible and had great chemistry. Best of all, they tended to even each other out. (Name) helped Mammon curb his anger and lapses in empathy, while he helped (name) overcome her insecurities and become more confident. They truly could be themselves in each other’s company. All masks were removed and they both could let their inhibitions go. Mammon might’ve been calloused and cruel to others, but to his wife, he was a hopeless romantic that was a sweetheart only to her. Not to mention that their sex life was great, as the big man of Greed truly knew his way around a woman. Most would’ve thought he was a selfish lover, but it was quite the opposite. He loved to please his wife and hear her scream his name at the top of her lungs when he had her tied in his love nest of a web. But that wasn’t to say their lives were totally problem free. Every marriage had its issues, but when you’re married to the man who can’t ever get enough, tensions can rise over trivial things. They wouldn’t argue much, but when they did, (name) showed her viscous siren side and put him back in his place. Mammon always admired her for that though. Many people were often too scared to fight back to him, so he loved that (name) had the guts to do so. When her claws came out, he knew he fucked up and immediately apologized. She was the only one he would ever apologize to, but he always said that he loved a woman who could kick his ass and his wife was quite a fighter if needed. There was however one issue that the couple hadn’t been able to resolve for themselves: the issue of children. (Name) had always wanted to be a mother and while Mammon was hesitant at the prospect of being a father, he agreed to them trying for a baby. The couple had been trying to conceive for over a decade now, but unfortunately, their efforts were fruitless. Last year, they decided to look into medical options to help, but they received news that absolutely devastated (name). Due to their vastly different biology (spider and aquatic), it seemed that they would never be able to have children of their own. It broke (name)’s heart and she was practically inconsolable for a week straight. Mammon felt horrible about the situation, doing anything in his power to cheer her up. He hated not being able to give her one of her greatest desires, so he did his best to make her feel special and constantly treated her with more attainable things. They both were gift givers but in this situation, Mammon could see that no matter the gifts, she wasn’t entirely happy without a little one of their own. But hopefully their luck would change today and Mammon would be able to grant her biggest wish. He had gotten a frenzied call from his sister Belfagor this morning, saying that she might have found the solution to their problem right on her doorstep. While Mammon and his two sisters had never been close, the girls had really warmed up to (name) once she joined their family. (Name) had told his sisters about their infertility issue during a family gathering and both of them felt bad for her, especially Bel. She might’ve been the epitome of laziness at times, but she was a mother herself and knew how much it meant to her. She met with Mammon shortly after, saying that if she had any unwanted children in her hospitals that she thought would be a good fit for the couple, that he’d be the first to know. He agreed, unsure of the whole situation, but if it would make (name) happy, he’d do anything. Which led them to the current moment, sitting in their XL private limo on their way up to Sloth, hopefully to meet their future child. Mammon didn’t exactly tell (name) what was going on, as he did want to make this a sweet surprise for her. He just told her to come with him on an urgent trip up to his sister’s ring to meet someone. “Come on, luv, cheer up!” He said, lifting her chin with the hand that bore his wedding ring while wrapping his lower arm around her. “I promise this is going to be a good meeting. No hijinks or anything!” She leaned into his plush frame, resting her head on his soft chest and her tiny hand trailing over his round belly. Even in his shrunken form, he was still enormous compared to her, but his large stature was comforting to his wife. “You said that the last time and it ended up with you beheading two guys,” she retorted as a little joke. She always hid her nerves with humor. “Yeah you’re right. But those bastards deserved it. Not only did they steal from me, but they had the nerve to eat the last of my fucking Tim Tams!” That earned a little chuckle from his wife. No one dared to mess with his stash of favorite treats, except for (name) of course. She found it funny that he was always thinking about his stomach, no matter what. “Even so, nobody goes up to Sloth for a good reason,” she said. “You’re usually there cause someone is sick or dying.” “(Name), I promise that this is going to be a good meeting for both of us. I swear to Satan that you can trust me on this one.” “We both know your brother hates you, dear.” “Touché, but still, please just trust me on this,” he said, kissing the top of her head as they pulled into the parking lot of Bel’s largest hospital. They exited the car and Mammon changed back to his base form before leading (name) to the elevator and up to the 13th floor to Bel’s office. He had to crouch down a bit to fit in the elevator, but (name) thought it was quite cute to see him try and squish his big body into a smaller space in this form. Once they reached her office, they were happily greeted by the goat-like demoness. “Long time, no see sis!” Mammon said, reaching down to give his sister a quick hug. “Likewise, Mam!” She said as they pulled apart and then hugging his wife. “Good to see you too, (name).” “Same here, Bel!” (Name) said, backing up to escape her sister in law’s embrace. Bel was always a hugger, and (name) definitely was not with anyone but her husband. “Glad you both could make it! I’m quite excited for you to meet him!” Bel said, beckoning them inside her door to sit. The couple followed suit, with Mammon obviously taking the big chair, which loudly creaked as he sat down. (Name) smirked, wondering if her supersized husband was going to break yet another chair in a public setting. He blushed upon the sound, but soon relaxed once he realized it would hold his weight. “As much as I’m happy to see you Bel, my husband has been keeping me in the dark, so I’m not sure who ‘he’ is,” (name) said, sitting down in the smaller chair and crossing her arms. “Oh, ok!” Bel said, looking a bit nervous as she shut the door and sat in her office chair. “I didn’t know he didn’t tell you what was going on, so I’m glad I didn’t spoil anything.” (Name) glared at her husband, who realized that he probably fucked up. “Yeah, I tried to make it a surprise, but I can kinda see that it wasn’t the best idea,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Why don’t I give you a moment of privacy while the nurses fetch him for you? I’ll tell you the full story once he arrives,” Bel said, scurrying out the door as quick as she could. “Couldn’t we have brought this up in the car?” (Name) said once Bel shut the door behind her. “Mammon, tell me what’s going on. Who am I meeting and what is happening?” He sighed, readying himself to unveil their plan. He grabbed her petite hands in his large ones and held them tight. “(Name), I know it’s been rough for you for the past year. I know you’ve been upset and I couldn’t bare to see you so unhappy, and well, neither could Bel. So we had a little meeting and we talked some things over, and I think we might’ve figured out something that’ll fix this mess. “Bel called me this morning to let me know that a little impling was born at this hospital last night into an unfortunate situation. He was born with a few deformities, some more severe than others. He had to be rushed to the NICU to make sure he wasn’t in any danger, and fortunately he’s stable and thriving now. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for his mum. She hemorrhaged when giving birth to him and bled out shortly after, despite Bel’s doctors doing their best to save her. She said that the mum was just a poor, single prostitute that had no clue who the lad’s father was and there was no will or anything indicating what to do with him. Hell, she died before she could even name him. “Bel said that since he’s got no next of kin, and that he’ll most likely become a ward of the state. And with his issues, it’s going to be rough for him. She knew he’d have a miserable life in the system, even if he went to the best orphanage in the realm. So, she called me with a preposition…” “Are you saying… what I think you’re saying?” (Name) asked quietly, teary eyed. He smiled softly, cupping her cheek. “Yes, luv. Bel’s offering us to adopt this little imp. To raise him as our own. But only if you want to-“ “Yes! Absolutely yes!” (Name) interrupted, practically jumping into his arms and tackling him with a kiss, her fluked tail wrapping around his leg in the process. He was thrown off for a second, but eagerly accepted the kiss and hugged her tight. Fuck, he really did love this woman after all these years. “Thank you! Thank you so much!!” She said, tears of happiness pouring out of her green eyes. He loved seeing her so happy, loving to her fanged smile beaming like the sun. It hadn’t been there in so long and he knew he made the right decision at that moment. “You’re more than welcome, my dear,” he replied as the door opened again. “I take it that you’re taking him home?” Bel asked, a happy smile on her face. “Yes!! Thank you so much!!” (Name) said, jumping off her husband’s soft middle and willingly giving her sister in law a hug. “When can I see him?!” “Follow me,” Bel beckoning them to follow. “He’s in the private nursery down the hall.” The couple followed her as she explained the baby’s backstory, her cloven heels clicking down the linoleum hallway. “So like I assume Mammon told you, this little guy was born last night and he gave us quite a scare to say the least. We thought he had been injured during labor, but apparently he was just born this way. His mother passed during the birth and I know absolutely nothing about his background or any familiar diseases that could’ve caused his issues.” “Whatever issues there are, we can handle them,” (name) said, looking up to her husband for reassurance. He nodded to her, although he himself was nervous. “I’m so glad to hear that!” Bel said, her batlike wings fluttering in excitement. “But I must warn you that it might be a bit of a shock when you first see him. He doesn’t look like a normal imp, but he’s such a sweet little thing and has been a delight for the nurses taking care of him.” They arrived at the nursery, (name) beaming with excitement. Bel opened the door and ushered the couple inside. In the medical crib in the middle of the nursery, laid the impling sound asleep and bundled up in a small blue blanket. (Name) practically ran to see their future son, dragging Mammon behind her. She was in awe at the sight of the impling in the crib. Bel was definitely correct when she said he had a shocking appearance, but (name) still found him absolutely adorable despite his unconventional looks. He appeared to be an impling genetically from the Greed ring due to his appearance, but he certainly was unique to say the least. While most imps had bright red skin, his was almost pure white, with little speckles of red throughout. His horns were broken little stubs on his bald head, very brittle and cracked almost to the root. The most shocking however was the fact that he was missing both arms. There were two small nubs at his shoulder blades where the arms should’ve been. They mustn’t have developed in the womb. Sure, he was different and some might even call him ugly, but to (name), he was perfect. “He’s adorable,” (name) said, wiping her eyes. “I completely agree!” Bel said, lifting the baby from his crib and handing him to (name). “Ready to hold your baby? Just be careful with his horns. They’re really brittle and sensitive. Not quite sure why they’re broken like that, but we can do our best to fix them up.” (Name) nodded as she took the impling into her arms. He was so small, no bigger than 5 pounds if she had to guess. He immediately nuzzled into her chest once he was comfortable in her arms, leaving her speechless. This was her baby now and she would be damned if she was leaving here without him. “Hi there little guy!” She cooed at the newborn. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m your… “ She looked up to her husband, who was grinning ear to ear at her reaction. He nodded at her, stepping closer to take a look at his soon to be son. He wrapped two of his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I-I’m your mama! And this is your daddy. We’re so happy to finally meet you.” “I gotta be honest, luv, I’m not used to someone calling me ‘daddy’ outside of the bedroom,” Mammon said with a booming laugh. “He’s a little odd looking, but nothing we can’t manage. I think he’s pretty cute!” Upon hearing his voice, the baby’s yellow and red eyes shot open, looking up at his soon to be parents. He started making little noises at them as he examined their faces, earning huge toothy grins from his adoptive parents. “Oh that’s the other thing I forgot to mention,” Bel added. “My nurses think he might be a bit hard of hearing. He doesn’t really respond to higher frequencies, but is very reactive to deeper voices. So he probably couldn’t hear you too well, (name), but I think it’s clear that he definitely can recognize your voice, brother.” “Well, ya know better than anyone that I’ve always been a loud mouth! Glad someone can appreciate it!” He said with a belly laugh. He turned to his new son, resting one of his free hands on his back above his wife’s hand and rubbed his finger on the baby’s cheek. “Nice to meet ya, little man! Welcome to the family!” The baby seemed to nuzzle his finger, making adorable noises that melted his coldish heart. “So you’ll take him then?” Bel asked with a smile. “I think you’d have to pry him from her cold, dead hands to get him back!” Mammon laughed, teasing his wife who was simply glowing with happiness. “I’ll give you two some time alone with him while I get the paperwork ready. Just swing by my office to sign the papers and you can take him home tonight,” Bel answered, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. “I cannot thank you enough,” (name) said to her husband, facing him and holding the baby between them. Mammon resized into his smaller form to have a more intimate moment with her. He held onto her with his bottom set of arms, his big belly pressed into her as they embraced. “You’re more than welcome, luv,” he said in a softer voice before kissing the top of her head. “He might not look like us, but he’s ours now. And I’m just glad you’re happy.” The armless impling seemed fascinated by his new father, using his spade tail to inspect the bells on his collar out of curiosity. “Quite an inquisitive little fella, aren’t ya?” The sin said in a slightly softer tone, a wide grin on his face. (Name) could see that her husband was falling for this baby as much as she was. Always trying to be cool and suave when he was a big teddy bear with a gruff face and voice. “Do you want to hold him?” She asked. He paused for a moment, completely unsure of what to do. He had no prior experience dealing with kids, let alone actual babies. He stammered a bit before (name) just simply handed him the baby to grab with his first pair of arms. He panicked at first, but once their son was settled in his arms and cuddling into his soft chest, a warm smile appeared on his chubby face. “I actually think he kind of likes me,” he said with a chuckle, in awe of the exceptionally small creature in his arms. His wife found the scene absolutely adorable, seeing him show his softer side. She knew he’d be a great father once he got his feet wet. “When you’re a bit older, we’ll get ya all straightened out with new arms, the best money can buy! I know a guy who’s been working on some really cool robotics and maybe we can work something out with him to get ya into ship shape. And if ya really can’t hear, we’ll take care of that for you too. Your auntie can get all your medical stuff handled with no problems.” He saw his wife smiling at him, giggling at his antics with his new son. “Ok… maybe I’ve been excited for this too… just nervous, ya know? My dad wasn’t the best at raising us, and I don’t want to fuck him up cause of my own baggage.” “You won’t, dear,” (name) said, cupping his chubby cheek. “I can see that you are just as attached as I am and we’ve only know him for a half hour. I’ve always believed in fate, and I think fate has led us to this moment here. Sure, you’re gonna make some mistakes, but I think you’ll be a good dad to this little guy.” “You think so? I’m not really the nurturing type… obviously…” “You’re not, but you’re the perfect type for me… and for our new son.” She reached up to kiss him, leaving room in between for the baby. They broke the kiss as the baby stared up at them again, his little tail reaching out again to touch them. This earned an awe sound from his new parents. “You know, his face kind of reminds me of a clown. The cute little red spot on his nose looks like a clown nose,” (name) said, letting the baby wrap his tail around her hand. “Remind you of anyone you know?” “Guess he chose the circus life before he knew we were coming?” He chuckled, handing the baby back to his wife. “How about we name him something to fit the clown motif?” She asked. “Hmm… well his horns kind of remind me of an Italian harlequin. How about… Fizzarolli? I was saving that stage name for one of the upcoming acts, but I think it suits him.” “Welcome to the family, little Fizzarolli,” (name) cooed to her newly named son. Mammon was in awe of how beautiful his wife looked in the moment. This was the happiest he had seen her in years and she was glowing. He finally made them a complete family. “You make an absolutely beautiful mum,” he said to her before kissing her again. He really meant those words, as there was no demoness more beautiful to him than his siren wife. “Well, let’s make it official!” He resized to his base form and both of them left to sign baby Fizzaroli’s adoption papers. They might not be a conventional family, but they were now a whole one. Time skip: 5 years later (Name) was putting the finishing touches on her most recent dessert creation, using a piping bag to add the final decoration to the 5 layer chocolate peanut better cake. As big as it looked to her, her husband would probably wolf this whole thing down in less than 20 minutes. He had a whole assortment of treats waiting for him when he returned this evening, but she knew he’d go immediately for the cake modeled after his favorite treat. She added a few Tim Tams on the top as decoration before she felt a tug at her tail. “Mama? Can I have one?” Asked a familiar, slightly raspy voice. She turned to see her adopted son Fizzarolli looking up at her with wide eyes. She nodded with a smile, grabbing one of the treats from the package and handing it to him. He grabbed it with his tiny metal hands and eagerly began devouring the snack. “Thank you mama!” He said while still chewing the treat. “You’re welcome, Fizzy,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’m going to put this away and then we’ll get dinner started. Want to help me?” “Yeah!” The little imp replied with his usual hyper attitude. His mother laughed at how he managed to get chocolate all over his face after just one little cookie. She wiped his white face with a wet towel and stored the dessert for her husband for later. The duo began preparing their dinner, with (name) obviously doing the work while Fizz simply just grabbed items from the fridge for his mom and of course, made a mess. Her son was always a little tornado, no matter where he went, much like his father. Thank Satan they had maids to help with clean up or she’d go mad with trying to keep up with both of them. “Mama, when is daddy coming home?” The imp asked, climbing up on a kitchen stool to be on the same level as his mom. “He should be home in a couple hours,” she answered as she continued to cook. “He told me that he’d be home to tuck you into bed tonight.” “Good. I miss daddy.” “I do too, buddy.” (Name) loved how much her son adored his father. Although Fizz was a bit of a mama’s boy, the father and son were very close. Mammon might be a busy businessman with a hand in far too many projects at any given time, but he always made sure to keep his family as his top priority, especially for their son. “Where did daddy go this time?” The impling asked, playing with one of the spoons his mother was using to prep dinner. “Well, daddy and uncle Luci went to the surface world to handle some business deals with some humans,” she explained. “Wow! Daddy got to all the way up there?!That’s awesome!” “Yep, your daddy and all your aunts and uncles have to pop up there from time to time to keep things under control. But I think it’s the first time he’s visited there since you were born.” “Have you been to the surface too with Daddy?” “Yes, I’ve been there a few times with him,” (name) answered as she timed the oven for their dinner before sitting on the stool next to her son. Fuck she hated the human world. Too many low lives and pompous idiots that had no idea what supernatural entities that they were messing with. She’d never forget the one trip where a man tried to assault her in a shop in New York City and Mammon just squashed him like a bug in his human form. “Can I visit the surface with daddy too?!” The little imp was so excited at the prospect of traveling to the foreign land. So curious at such a young age. He was definitely his father’s son for sure. “Maybe one day, but not until you’re a bit older,” she said, adjusting his tiny hat that covered his sensitive horn stubs. The hat gave his sensitive and painful nerves some extra protection, which was very helpful for such an energetic little child. It also helped hold his much needed hearing aides in place for the very same reason, as Bel’s suspicions were correct that he was partially deaf. “It’s a scary, dangerous place up there and I don’t want you getting hurt. You might be my big boy now, but you’re still so little and I don’t want anything bad happening to you.” He frowned for a moment. She hated seeing his toothy grin fade away, so she came up with a plan to take his mind off of the disappointment. “Want to see what daddy and I look like when we go to the surface? It’s pretty silly.” The impling nodded and (name) pulled out her cell phone to show him the picture of his parents in their human disguises from their last trip to the surface about 7 years ago. She always thought humans were pretty ugly, but she had to admit that Mammon’s human form was still cute. He appeared as a 7 foot tall man in his late 30s with sun kissed tan skin, chestnut colored hair, and only one set of arms. He still sported his signature green eyes, now more human like, and his signature sharp toothed smile as he wrapped his arm around his wife’s slim waist. They were visiting during the summer time during that trip, so they were dressed in casual warm weather wear, with him donning swim shorts and a tight t shirt with his logo on it and her in an emerald green sundress. He was still very fat in this form, probably around 450 pounds or so if she had to guess. He still dwarfed her in human form, where she looked like an attractive 20 something femme fatale but with her signature green hair and eyes. She was never a fan of herself in that form, but Mammon certainly didn’t seem to mind. “That’s you and daddy?!” Fizz said with a laugh. “Yep. See? I told you it was silly!” “Daddy looks like a dork!” “Doesn’t he always?” (Name) laughed with her son. “But we love him anyway. Right?” “Yeah! I love my daddy. And my mama!” The impling said loudly as he jumped in his mother’s arms, hugging her tightly. His metal fingers pressed a bit too hard into her skin, but that was alright with her. She loved when her son was affectionate and she would hug him any chance she got. She still hated physical contact, but Fizz was now included into the exception rule with his dad. “I love you too, my little Fizzy,” she said, kissing his slightly chubby cheek. “I’m so lucky to be your mama.” The timer went off and it was dinner time. She sat her son back on the floor and went to the oven again. “Dinner’s ready. Want to watch a movie while we eat? I’ll get the trays ready in the living room.” “Yeah!” The impling yelled excitedly as he ran to their den, proclaiming that he got to pick the movie. (Name) chuckled, loving the fact that this little imp was the light of her life. She absolutely loved being a mother and was so grateful her husband granted her wish all those years ago. The mother-son duo enjoyed their meal and movie. Fizzarolli cuddled up to his mom on the couch once they finished eating for the remainder of the movie. (Name) couldn’t help but ignore the film as her little miracle baby snuggled up to her, resting his tiny head on her chest like used to do when he was a baby. Just before the film ended, (Name) heard the elevator door open and the familiar jingling of the small bells on her husband’s clown like attire. Little Fizz was so caught up in the movie that he didn’t even notice until Mammon opened the main door to their private suite in the palace. And as soon as he spotted his dad’s familiar large silhouette, Fizz ran at full speed to his father. “Daddy’s home!!” He yelled in delight, rushing up to his gigantic father as fast as his little legs could carry him. Dropping the several retail bags he had in his hands, Mammon knelt down at the threshold and extended his arms to invite his adopted son for a hug. “There’s my little man!” The large demon said, his voice bellowing as he was “tackled” by his son. He hugged him tight with his first set of arms, even though he could probably do the same with just his hand since he was so small compared to him. “I missed ya so much, kiddo!” “I missed you too, daddy!” Fizz said with a wide smile as Mammon picked him up and put him on his shoulder while shutting the door. Mammon grabbed his bags and moved them to the counter before greeting his wife. “I’m sure your mum took good care of ya while I was gone,” he said, pulling his wife close and pecking her on the lips. “I think I held down the fort pretty well,” she said with a cheeky smile while hugging him tight. “Glad you’re home.” “I am too, luv. I missed ya both so much!” he said, giving them both a quick squeeze. He might’ve only been gone for a week, but that was too long away from his family in his mind. He truly meant those words, as he while he was in the humans’ realm on business, all the king of greed wanted was to have a nice quiet night in with his little mix-matched family. “Mama said you went to the surface! What was it like?!” Fizz asked, full of energy again. Mammon was about to answer but was interrupted by his wife plucking the impling off her towering husband’s shoulder. “Fizzy, we were about to get you ready for bed. It’s getting late and Daddy can tell you all about his trip tomorrow. Let’s get you the bath and in your pajamas and we’ll both tuck you in.” “But mama! I wanna know about the surface!” Her son protested, trying to wiggle out of her arms. “Listen to your mum, Fizz,” Mammon said, his tone a bit sterner before switching back to his usual silly demeanor. “Once you’re in bed, I’ll give you a little sneak peak before you go to sleep. Deal?” The impling nodded as his mother carried him to the bathroom, who called to her husband before shutting the door, “There’s still some leftovers from dinner on the stove if you’re hungry. Help yourself, dear.” The large clown gave a confirming nod as he went to raid the kitchen before tucking his son in for the night. Once Fizz was bathed and in his pjs, (name) gestured for her husband to follow to say goodnight to their son. Mammon started rummaging in one of his bags before following his wife. Fizz flopped onto his tiny bed and got comfortable under the covers. He grabbed his plush quieve toy as he got into the proper position. Fizz always insisted sleeping with his artificial arms on, so (name) didn’t even try to fight it on him anymore. He’d have to remove his hearing aids but she would help him with that after they gave goodnight hugs and kisses. Mammon entered the room moments later, using one of his hands to hold something behind his enormous back. With a bit of moaning and maneuvering, the king of greed sat on the floor so he was a bit more eye level with his tiny son. (Name) stood to the side to see what in Hell her weirdo husband was going to do next. “Alright Fizzy boy, I’ll tell ya a quick story bout earth before ya go to sleep,” the sin began, his tone cheery and silly. The little impling was on hanging onto every word the large clown spoke as he told his story, his vivid imagination running wild. “So uncle Luci and I had to visit a couple of human contractors on earth in one my favorite places on the surface world, Australia. Just like there’s different rings here in Hell, earth is divided into different countries, with its own people and culture and stuff. Australia, like I said, has always been my favorite little spot on the surface world and I’ve been told I fit in pretty good there too. “Anyway, to visit the different contractors in different cities, we had to drive through part of the dessert to get there. Your uncle was driving and I was just riding in the passenger seat, when out of nowhere, I saw some of the funniest looking critters I have ever seen!” The Lordly Clown grabbed his phone from his pocket and pulled up a photo he had taken to show his son. “A huge crowd of these little buggers were just hopping right alongside our car, just minding their own business, eating and such. I made your uncle stop so I could get some pictures of ‘em for ya to look at.” Fizz was enamored by the strange earth creatures that his father was showing him. “Wow! That’s awesome!” “It sure was, kiddo!” He said with a deep chuckle. “They’re called wallabies. They’re some sort of prey animal that travel in groups together, only found in Australia. We sat there along the side of the road for a good hour or so just watching these little buggers stumble around, completely unbothered by us being there. They can’t really walk properly, so they just hop around instead like a little spring! Sorta reminded me of a certain little someone who’s always bouncing around this place, huh?” Fizz giggled as his dad poked his nose to tease him. (Name) couldn’t help but find this scene absolutely adorable. She loved seeing Mammon’s kind and nurturing side that he only showed for the two of them. Even though he was quite busy, he was a great father to their little boy and that’s all (name) ever wanted him to be. “So, I decided to get you a little souvenir while I was there!” He pulled out what he was hiding behind his back, revealing a little stuffed wallaby toy for their son. “Now you’ve got your own little wallaby to play with here!” Fizz eagerly grabbed the toy and squeezed it tight, admiring its fuzzy faux fur and silly features. “Thank you so much, daddy! I love him!” “You’re very welcome, Fizzy,” Mammon said as he rose from the ground, his joints cracking as he stood up with a groan. He looked at his wife who arched her eye brow with a smirk on her face. “Ugh I’m getting too old to get on the ground like that anymore…” “Anyway, it’s getting late and ya have school tomorrow, little man. So ya need to get some sleep!” The sin bent down again to leave a little kiss on his son’s forehead. “Goodnight Fizzarolli. I luv ya.” “I love you too daddy!” Fizz said, leaning back and closely cuddling with both of his plushies now. Hearing their little one say those words always melted his icy heart. If someone would’ve told him a 1000 years ago that he’d have two demons that actually love him and he loved them back, he would’ve called them crazy. But here he was, living the dream. (Name) then walked to her sons’s bed, took off his protective cap, and helped him remove his hearing aids for the night. She kissed his chubby little cheek and signed to him “I love you! Goodnight!” to him, as he still couldn’t pick up any of her voice without aids in. He sleepily signed back an “I love you” before closing his tired eyes and drifting off. The parents quietly shuffled out the door and closed it to let their baby rest undisturbed for the night. (He couldn’t hear it shut anyway, but he could feel vibrations and didn’t want to startle him.) They went into their den, sitting beside each other on the massive couch after Mammon shrunk to his smaller form to be closer to (name). She cuddled up next to him as close as she could, laying on the couch and using his massive belly as a pillow/stuffed animal. He used both sets of right arms to hold her tight, using his upper left one to stroke her long, scaly hair and play with her thinly pointed horns. (Name) couldn’t help but melt into his warm, soft body. He was still so absolutely large next to her, but this just made her feel so much comfier and relaxed. “I missed the shit out of ya, babe,” Mammon spoke, his tone more quiet now to not wake Fizz. “I hated being away from ya for so damn long…” “I missed you too, Mam,” she replied, looking up at his sinisterly silly face that was painted with a warm smile. “Trust me I wasn’t a fan of you being away in a dangerous place so long either. But I’m just glad you made it home safe and sound.” “Luv, I’ve told ya this before, unless it’s an angel weapon, nothing bad can actually hurt me. And I can assure you that the humans were a lot more afraid of me than I was of them! So you don’t have to worry about me anywhere!” “I’m always gonna worry about you, dumbass!” She playfully scoffed. “You’re my husband and I love you, dammit! Even if you are near indestructible.” “I know, but you don’t need to be wasting your energy worrying about me. I’ll be just fine,” he said with a reassuring smile. He took off his jester hat, revealing the chestnut brown hair underneath that (name) adored seeing. Only (name) and Fizz ever got to see him without his hat and she admired how special it was to see him so content and comfortable. For once, just living in the moment and not thinking about the next endeavor or business venture. “I never waste any energy thinking of you,” she replied, nuzzling her face into his flabby belly. She inhaled the scent of his ocean breeze cologne, feeling finally relaxed after a stressful week of essentially being a single working parent. She had tons of ad campaigns to finish while trying to wrangle a 5 year old. Thank satan he was back home and the sense of normalcy was back with him. “You certainly need to conserve some of that energy with our little tornado of an impling! I haven’t seen him that wound up in a while!” “You’re telling me! The maids and I had to chase him to get him off the damn trapeze bars in the big tent! I took my eyes off of him for one second to take a work call and boom, off he went!” “Still wouldn’t trade that little bugger for anything in the world though,” the sin said as he leaned back a bit more to stretch his sore back. “I luv that little shit as much as I luv ya!” Just as his wife was about to respond, he interrupted with, “Oh shit! I almost forgot to give ya this!” He grabbed another one of the bags off the counter and reached inside to reveal a small box inside. Like clockwork, Mammon always had to get her a gift from his travels. She never asked for the elaborate gifts he gave her, but she always treasured them. “Got ya a little something from the land down under! Hope you like it!” “I love everything you get me, Mam,” she said as she opened the velveteen box. Inside was an elaborate white gold and Opal bracelet, tailor made just for her. “Wow! That’s amazing! Thank you, love.” She reached up and quickly kissed him again before trying it on. It fit perfectly and the gems were so iridescent that they created a beautiful shine against her pale green skin. “You’re always welcome!” He answered with a soft smile as he hugged her again. “One of the contractors I met with runs one of the biggest Opal mines in the country, so I pulled a few strings and got you the purest gems I could. I gave him a few extra years before his soul is due to me in exchange for that, so I felt it was a fair deal.” “You always get the best deals around,” she teased. “You spoil me too much though!” “Nonesense! I could never spoil my queen too much! Hell, there’s no such thing as ‘too much’ of anything to me and ya know damn well I mean that!” He twisted underneath her in order to prop his tiny wife ontop of his large body as he laid on the couch with her happily perched atop his big belly, her favorite seat of all time. “And I plan on spoiling the shit out of ya for the rest of eternity! Because you’re worth every penny I own and then some, my luv.” Feeling flatter, she reached her arms around his neck and began passionately kissing him, mindful of his sharp teeth as their tongues met. As much as they loved their family time with their son, they craved their alone times like this. Their intimate moments were rarer than they used to be before adopting Fizz, but still just as passionate and full of admiration for each other. As their kiss deepened, they pawed at each other’s bodies. Mammon was always handsy when they were alone and given the invitation to grope his wife, he simply couldn’t resist but to grab her chest and rear as much as he could. He was greed incarnate and he wanted as much of his wife as he could get. As they made out, (name) pulled a stunt she knew Mammon would go crazy for. She grabbed a large handful of his lower belly and squeezed it tight, her long claws digging into the soft flesh below his signature outfit. There was a fire in his eyes and in his groin now, and he needed her right then and there. He loved when she reminded him how fucking big he was and how she was partially responsible for that. “Ya naughty little minx,” he teased upon breaking the kiss. He moved her to the side for a moment to slip off his green and black top, revealing his pale, bare torso to her. “Ya know I luv it when ya grab onto my fat fucking belly!” “Why do you think I did it?” She said with a flirty grin, her tiny hands exploring her husband’s soft middle. She noted how much softer his belly felt than when she last did this, even though they were only apart for a week. “Looks like someone was eating well while he was gone.” “Ya know it, luv!” he answered with a cheeky grin. “Humans might be a fucking disaster, but damn do they know how to cook! I can’t even tell ya how much I ate while I was out, especially when we went to this buffet one night. Holy fuck, I stopped counting how many plates I had after 10. Luci just left me there to my own devices and eventually I was told to leave.” “I hope they don’t cook better than your wife though,” (name) said, her slender fingers tracing along the brightly colored, fresh stretch marks that laid upon his hips and upper belly. She loved that he was growing again. It had been a couple of years since Mammon had put on more than the odd pound or two after the holidays, so this newfound proof of his overindulgence was quite a turn on for her. “Those humans don’t have anything on my lovely little wife’s food, considering I’m living proof that it’s amazing,” he cooed to her, his voice still gruff even when trying to be a bit silly. “I’ll let ya know that even my human form is fatter than the last time we went topside together. By at least 50 pounds I’d say, thanks to you.” “Really now? I love the sound of that,” she purred, scooting into his lap and beginning to rub his belly. Neither of them ever knew how much Mammon actually weighed, as there probably wasn’t a non-industrial sized scale in hell that could measure him properly, but (name) didn’t care about the numbers. She just liked seeing him grow softer and cuter as the years past. “Yeah, and boy was I missing ya the one day when I proved myself to be a real fat fuck,” he said, leaning his head back and making small pleasurable moans at his wife’s touch. “When we picked up the rental car to go from one town to the other, we had a bit of a problem. We had to upgrade to a bigger model at the rental shop because I was too fucking fat to fit in the model Luci originally chose! I didn’t even feel bad about it, just laughed it off as my brother rolled his eyes at me. But damn, I wanted nothing more than to take you to bed and brag to ya bout how big ya made me when that happened!” “Speaking of how well your wife feeds her king, I made you a Tim Tam cake. Want to eat some before we get a little dirty?” She husked to him, her fanged smile melting his heart and making him hard. “Already ahead of ya!” He replied with a chuckle, sitting up. “I saw it and put it in the bedroom while you were giving Fizz a bath. I might’ve also eaten a couple of them off the top while you were gone, but who cares? I’d love for my queen to feed it to me in my web.” “You don’t even need to ask, Mam,” she said before kissing him again. Fuck he loved when she said his name like that. He needed her, now. They broke the kiss apart and held her bridal style. “By the way, expect a shipment of a few pallets of Tim Tams in the next couple days. I may have went a little overboard with my restocking,” he said as he carried her to their master suite. “I will never complain about my big man ordering some pallets of his favorite snack. Just makes him softer for me!” She said, grabbing at his double chin, causing him to blush a bit. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow if ya keep talking like that to me,” he husked before shutting their bedroom door for an overdue bout of passion before a night of well needed rest. Several hours later, the couple was sound asleep in their web-like bed, dressed in their nightwear. Mammon was back in his base form, as he was tired of having to condense his size in those tiny, shitty hotel beds on earth. He was a bed hog, but made up for it by being the most comforting big spoon in existence for his wife. He held her tight against his massive body, holding her just below eye level with both sets of arms. (Name) curled her fish-like tail around his lower arm as she did every night they slept like this, just to be a bit closer to her unconventional love. They were happily at rest until Mammon felt prodding at his back by tiny little fingers. “Daddy?! Daddy, wake up!” Said Fizz, tears streaming down his face. Mammon groggily opened his eyes and turned towards his son. He turned on the night lamp beside him to see what was happening and to give fizz some light to understand him. He knew his son couldn’t hear a word at the moment, so he used his lower hand and signed, “What’s wrong, Fizz? Why are you up?” “I had a bad dream…I’m scared!” The impling said, much louder than he thought he was speaking, considering he couldn’t hear his own volume. This woke his mother up too, who rolled over to see what was going on. “Come here,” Mammon signed as he sat up with a yawn. Little Fizz crawled up on their bed and hid in between his parents. He latched onto his mother who was now wide awake and in protective mode (while her husband was still trying to comprehend being alive at this hour). He started sobbing into his mother’s chest, his broken little horns smashing into her shoulder. “Shhh… it’s ok…. You’re alright. We’re right here,” (name) signed across his tiny back as she held him tight. Fizz always responded better to touch when he was upset like this, especially if he didn’t have his aids on. Mammon placed his hand overtop of his wife’s to reassure his son that he was there for him too, even if he was starting to nod back off again while sitting up. When Fizz finally calmed down again, (name) asked him what was wrong, setting him in the middle of the two of them. “I-I dreamt that there was a fire at daddy’s circus… and you both died… and I got hurt… really, really hurt… I didn’t know what was going on and all I saw smoke and fire…” the impling yelled between his sobs. The parents looked at each other for a moment, confused as to how their son would even conjure up that thought, let alone dream it. “Hey, we’re both ok, little man,” Mammon signed, as he put a comforting hand on his tiny shoulder. “You’re safe and no one’s hurt. You’re right here with us.” “So no one’s hurt then?” Fizz asked, looking up to his father for guidance. “Not at all. Your mum and I are just fine and so are ya. Daddy will never let anything bad like that happen to ya. Ever.” He both signed and said this to even better get his point across. Fizz could sometimes hear his voice naturally, and he thought it would get the message home. “You promise?” He squeaked out, looking up at his father again with eyes bigger than a quieve’s. “We both promise, Fizzy,” he answered, patting his little head, mindful of his broken horns. “Would you like to sleep with us tonight, baby?” (Name) asked him in sign. He nodded while wiping his tired eyes. With another yawn, Mammon laid back down flat on his back and picked up Fizz. He placed him atop his big belly, which was big enough to be a whole mattress for the little imp. “There ya go, kiddo! Best seat in the house!” he said, patting his stomach before covering them both with the large blanket and placing a little pillow under Fizz’s tiny head. He signed goodnight to his son before resting his head on his pillow and turning off the lamp. Although she was exhausted, (name) adored how fatherly he was being in this moment. She never doubted for a moment that he would a good dad and he proved her right every single day. Once Fizz was settled into position, (name) snuggled up to her husband, laying her head on his plush chest and resting her hand on his expansive middle. He cupped right upper hand around his son’s tiny body and held his wife tight against him with both of his left arms. His large hands draped over her like a weighted blanket, making her feel as safe and warm as their son did. Within minutes Mammon was (loudly) snoring again and Fizz was softly purring as he drifted off. She blew them both a kiss before closing her eyes again, thinking she so lucky to have Mammon as her soulmate and Fizzarolli as her son. Other demons called her crazy for choosing Mammon as her husband all those years ago, but they were all so, so wrong. He wasn’t their first choice, but he was the cream of the crop for her. She couldn’t be more grateful him bringing little Fizz into their lives and letting her experience motherhood. Both of her boys had their quirks, but she wouldn’t trade them for all the gold and cash in her husband’s safe. She was so happy with her little blended family. She finally feel back asleep too, completely at peace in this little circle of hell.

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.

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.

Fizzaroli had finished yet another show at Ozzie’s Restaurant and immediately upon exiting the wings, his playful jester smile disappeared. All that smiling, funny wit, and acrobatic feats were just a facade today. Underneath the clown persona, Fizz had a dark side that couldn’t be masked today, despite the audience’s praises and shouts. He quickly walked to his dressing room, avoiding as many members of the stage crew as he could to escape the chaos, each step causing a painful, burning sensation where his prosthetics met his flesh. Once inside, he slammed the door and locked it. If anyone wanted to get a hold of him, they could leave a message and he’d get back to them later. He was off for the next few days and there was only one person he was willing to tolerate for the next 72 hours; the same person who owned the very stage he just exited, his loving boyfriend Asmodeus. Speaking of the demon, Fizz turned around from the door with a sigh, followed by a smile upon seeing his usual gift from his love. Any night that Fizz performed, Ozzie made sure to either greet him in the wings or to leave a little gift in his dressing room if he couldn’t make it. Fizz knew that Ozzie had an important business meeting earlier that day, so he knew his lover wouldn’t be there in person today. But he still couldn’t help but smile upon the sight of the half dozen of blackish purple asiatic lilies that appeared on his makeup vanity in a blue vase. The card attached to them saying, “You did great, my dear. Love, Ozzie.” It was quite comforting to know that even if his boyfriend couldn’t be here in the flesh, that he still cared about him no matter the circumstance and knew that he would have a stellar performance. Little gestures like that made Fizz feel loved, even on his toughest days, such as this one. Fizz was dealing with some of the worst nerve pains he had felt in a long time today. He knew he was due for a flare up soon. He had had a solid 6 months without one, the longest bout since his accident that he could recall. But today, his streak of luck had been broken his entire body felt tingly and every sudden movement shot fiery pain throughout his entire body… well what was left of it anyway… But Fizz was a fighter, no matter what. He lived by the saying “the show must go on,” even if he was having a flare up. So he still performed his nightly show/emcee role for the club. Ozzie never forced him to perform any day, but he felt an obligation to not only his boyfriend but also the loyal patrons that visited this restaurant, especially the ones that traveled clear from the pride ring to get here. He also couldn’t resist a good audience, and he knew that some rowdy guests were coming tonight. After all, what performer doesn’t want a good crowd to show off to, even if they are in excruciating pain that they can play off? He changed out of his jester costume, avoiding the mirrors as he put his street clothes back on. Just a simple black t shirt and red sweat pants today, as he didn’t have the energy really to wear anything else. His tank was running on fumes at this point and all he wanted to do was refuel himself with a good meal and some relaxation with his boyfriend. Finally, came the hardest part for him getting out costume: removing the makeup. For most performers, getting the cream makeup off their face was nothing special. But for the jester of lust, it was his least favorite part of show business. It wasn’t always like this. Back when he was a kid, he loved getting out of makeup with Blitzo and then going to play with their toys in their tents. Now, it was nothing but a mentally painful reminder of the worst time of his life. He sat down at his vanity stool, pulled out his his makeup wipes and medicated face lotion and began to remove the painted on mask. Every swipe of the wipe felt like a burning rag of acid was being dragged along his face. He winced in pain when he got along the bridge of his nose, his face’s most sensitive part. This is where the first firework hit him, knocking him unconscious for a moment and giving him a concussion. Everyday, he used a bit of fx makeup putty to help smooth the scars around that section of his face. The application always hurt like hell, but today the removal felt like torture. The thin layer of latex finally freed itself off his scarred skin, earning a choking gasp from his raspy throat. A few more wipes and all of the makeup was gone, leaving his face bare. It was still a majority white, but now had small speckles of red poking out. His cheek dots, lipstick, and eyeliner were gone too, leaving him with a rough and bumpy complexion that he despised. He also removed the false eyelashes he wore every day, the glue peeling off causing his eyes to water. He smeared his medicated cream over every bit of his face, finally helping the burning to cool down and giving him a flicker of relief. This stuff felt like smearing grease all over his skin, but honestly he didn’t even care. It was a hint of pain relief, so he would take that over feeling gross any day. Now came the worst part of this ordeal, removing his performance cap and replacing it with his everyday one that he wore around the house. He grit his teeth and slowly removed the cap, making sure to be careful around the stubs of his horns. Finally, his head was bare and hated every second of it. He truly tried to not look at his reflection, but his instincts forced him to look at the disgusting creature that stared back at him. The imp in the mirror was Fizzaroli in his most natural form; no makeup, not hat, and no safety net. Only a painful reminder that he would never look as he once did. The creature in the mirror looked so alien to him, regardless if it was his own reflection. His skin, just like most of the rest of his body, was gnarled, twisted, and pale white, peppered with small blotches of his original red hue. His entire head and face were bald, including his eyelashes and eyebrows. All of his hair had been singed off in the fire, leaving his face looking even more distorted. At least he never had to worry about shaving his face… Worst of all was his head and remnants of horns. They were absolutely wrecked and mangled in the explosion, and the only part of his body they couldn’t fix in any capacity. He used to have horns that curved down to his hips, long and beautiful. Now, they were nubs, with the left side being only slightly longer than the other. Only inches tall now, and a pathetic excuse to even be called horns. They were so fragile, fried and chipped that Fizz found little bits in his hat every time he removed it that had flaked off. They hurt like a motherfucker any time they were touched, considering there was raw open nerves that could never fully heal at the ends. Horns were a huge status symbol in imp culture, especially for the males. The longer the horns, the more prestige and respect, much like antlers on a deer. His once beautiful appendages were now a deformed wreck, just like the rest of him. They were pounding in pain today, giving him a migraine like headache that no otc pain meds could even touch. He knew he’d have to get one of the stronger pills that he had locked away at home to even get some rest tonight. He knew if he didn’t lock them up that he’d end up addicted to them. Dopamine was a hell of a drug after all, and boy could he use some now. Shamefully, he grabbed some of the medicated lotion and rubbed it on the stubs, causing him to swear in pain. Once they were properly greased and the pain began to lessen (a bit), he slowly donned his everyday cap, snapped it tight and secure, grabbed his things and the flowers, and walked out the backstage door to where the limo was awaiting him. He put his sunglasses on to avoid anyone recognizing him just in case someone were to come by and see him in this state. The damn things hurt the bridge of his nose so fucking bad, but better safe to be unseen than to go in the open like this. The limo’s chauffeur opened the door of the vehicle for the jester, who thanked him upon being seated. As soon as he was buckled in and settled in, he was eagerly greeted by his overly excited Queive pup, Precious, barking at him. This immediately put a smile on his face, as he had always been an animal lover since he was little. He loved being able to help Blitzo’s mom take care of the circus horses and elephants as a kid, and it was a trait that followed him into adulthood. “Hi baby girl!” He cooed at the pup as she wiggled into his lap, her little wheelchair bumping against his metal leg to create a mild clashing noise. She stuck her little proboscis up at him, trying to lick his face in excitement. He backed her off a bit, as he didn’t want her to lick the medicine off of his skin. “I know, I love you too! Daddy’s happy to see you too, but I don’t want you to get sick baby girl from licking this shit off.” The pup eventually settled down and laid in his lap as the driver took off towards Ozzie’s mansion. He loved all 6 of his Queives equally, but Precious was just a bit more special to him than the rest. She was always his little shadow, and got plenty of extra cuddles and love from Fizz. He pet his special pup gently, holding her tightly against his chest. He couldn’t feel her fur with his artificial hands, but he loved being able to feel the warmth of the little pup on his chest, even though it was sore to the touch today. He missed the days of being able to feel anything with his hands, especially on days like this. What he wouldn’t give to feel the warmth of Ozzie’s hand or even just to feel the heat of a cup of coffee with his breakfast… Precious had been through hell and back too, and he believed that she took to him for that reason. She was abandoned by her breeder for being an albino, a very undesired trait if the Quevies were being trained for dog shows. So she was just given to a sketchy guy who ended up using her as bait dog in a fighting ring. She was grabbed by an angry larger dog and bitten on her rear to the point where her back broke, leaving the poor pup paralyzed from the waist down and covered in scars. A shelter found her left for dead and nursed her back to health, giving her a little wheelchair to get around with. When the couple adopted her, she immediately took to Fizz and had been his best little buddy since then. He believed she knew when he was having a flare up, as she often wouldn’t leave his side when they happened. Fizz laughed to himself at the thought of Ozzie apparently having a soft spot for abandoned and bruised creatures with white skin and probably a bit too big of a personality for their small bodies. He gently stroked her head and talked sweetly to her as they rode to the mansion, giving him a bit of peace and relief from the pain. When they finally arrived home, he kept his head down as he walked through the halls, his little pup following him as fast as her little wheels could take her, occasionally chasing after her own tail. This little shit really was precious to Fizz, as she always managed to make him smile no matter how shitty he felt. He made it to the elevator, hating how he was still able to see his reflection in the shiny glass door as it climbed to the penthouse. He looked down again for reassurance as he saw his beloved pet wagging her tail and attempting to flutter her tiny, damaged wings in excitement that her master was home. He wished he was as unbothered as she was about her disabilities. He never saw them slow her down and he was honestly jealous of her ability to cope with pain. He had finally returned to his sanctuary; their home. The only place he could fully unwind and actually relax. The duo got off the elevator and entered the suite, with Precious immediately running off to her tiny fluffy bed by the fireplace and curling up to sleep, and Fizz awkwardly walking to the kitchen to see his wonderful lover having dinner set out for them. “Hiya Fizzy!” Ozzie happily shouted, beckoning his boyfriend over for their meal. “I made dinner tonight. Alfredo, your favorite!” Fizzaroli smiled, touched that even after such a shit day his lover was there to try and cheer him up. “Thank you, Oz,” he said softly, his throat sore from singing earlier. “It looks great.” Ozzie pulled out his chair for him, and he sat down. All was well until Ozzie did something that sent Fizz into sensory overload. As he was talking about how he made the dish, he put his hands on Fizz’s shoulders, causing pain on not only his sensitive skin, but also creating pressure on the spots where his prosthetic arms embedded into his skin. These areas were always tender, even on the best of days, but when Ozzie touched them (gently mind you) today, it sent Fizz flying from the pain. He screamed bloody murder, gritting his teeth, trying to shoo his lover’s hands off of him. “Holy shit, what’s wrong??? Are you ok?!” The lord of lust asked, letting go and seeing his lover fall to the floor in pain, tears beginning to pour out of his eyes. “No!… No I’m not!!…” Fizz squeaked, curling into the fetal position. This was the breaking point. He had had enough pain for one day. He couldn’t handle anymore. He began to wail, causing his lover to panic. “What can I do?! Anything I can help with?!” Ozzie asked in a hurried tone. He knew Fizz always dealt with chronic pain, but he had never reacted like this to just a tender touch gesture. “My meds… please!… I need one…” the imp cried out, the pain still not subsiding. His whole body was covered in a stinging, sharp pain. He knew his nerves had been fucked up, but it had never had been this bad since the accident itself. His entire body was overstimulated and he simply couldn’t take anymore. Ozzie nodded, running as quick as he could to the medicine cabinet and grabbing a small glass of water along the way. He returned to Fizz, handing him the large white pill and a drink. The imp took the pill as best he could, all of his nerves still screaming in agony. It felt like his whole body was on fire once again. He finally was able to swallow it and gasped for air shortly after. “Fuck!!” The younger man screamed, his body unable to sit still from the muscle spasms that accompanied the nerve pain. “Satan fucking dammit!! Make it fucking stop!!… please just make it stop!…” Ozzie was lost for words. He hated seeing his love in such agony. So much pain caused from such a tragic accident. He used to have someone to blame for all of this, but now knowing that Blitzo didn’t deliberately set his boyfriend on fire as a teenager, he simply had to accept that this entire ordeal was from a misunderstanding and an accident. He wished he could just absorb all his lover’s pain. He’d do anything for him, no matter if it meant putting himself in harms way. He knew he couldn’t console his love at the moment until the nerve pain began to subside, so he simply knelt on the floor next to him, putting his hand gentle on his metal leg, far enough away from where it connected to his actual body. He softly hummed a soothing song to Fizz as the imp’s whimpers began to slow. As his nerves had finally begun to settle down, Fizz looked down to see his boyfriend trying to be as comforting as he could be. He was touched, but could barely get out words to show his gratitude. He turned his head to also see Precious standing next to him, a very concerned look on her tiny face as she whined, worried about her master. He tried to reach down to Ozzie, but his nerves were so fucked right now that he couldn’t even move his artificial limbs. They were malfunctioning, probably overloaded and short-circuited with the pain and overworked from pushing through the pain to perform. He felt even worse about not being able to do something as basic as grab someone’s hand. “Hey, how are you doing?” Ozzie said, realizing that Fizz was conscious and focused enough to understand him. He scooted over to be able to see Fizz’s face more clearly. “It’s… simmering down…” he said, catching his breath, his muscles starting to relax. “Fuck, that was awful…” “I can tell… what happened? I swear I didn’t mean to hurt your or anything-“ “Oz, it’s fine. You didn’t know what was going on, and I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” the imp said, trying to sit back up as best he could. He struggled to even get his arms to budge, but the best he could manage at the moment were his fingers. “I haven’t been doing good today… at all… sorry to cause all this ruckus…” “Shh… it’s ok,” Ozzie said, letting him rest on his leg for support. He made sure to not touch anywhere near the prosthetic connections, but softly put his hand on the middle of Fizz’s back, one of the few parts of his body that wasn’t effected by the accident. “Don’t ever worry about apologizing to me if you’re pain. I’m the one who should be apologizing, as I set this off.” “You really didn’t. I was already running on low power mode when I got here, and I think you might’ve just hit the wrong spot to get my nerves fired up.” His breathing was finally evening out, the pill was beginning to take effect. “I think this changing weather has me all fucked up too. So combine it with everything else, I knew I was a ticking time bomb today. I was just hoping I could pass out in bed before it erupted.” “I see,” Ozzie said, gently tilting his lover’s head up towards him. “Do you still want dinner? I can feed it to you if you need me to.” “As much as I appreciate you making all this for me, I’m really not feeling it. I feel like I could puke from the pain…” “That’s ok, dear,” Ozzie said, reaching down to gentle kiss Fizz’s cheek. He barely made contact with his skin, but it still made Fizz feel more loved and secure. “I’ll have the workers pack it up for tomorrow. We can just have some snacks if you want something to eat later on. Let me help you into bed and to get you comfy.” Fizz nodded, realizing that his boyfriend was right and he did need to go to bed. He should’ve gone to bed a lot earlier… He couldn’t even walk now, so he knew Ozzie would have to be the to take care of him for the rest of the night. He felt horrible about being such a burden to the Lord of Hell. Ozzie picked him up gently, holding him bridal style in his large arms. Fizz flinched a bit when getting lifted up, but immediately relaxed into his boyfriend’s body. He loved when he could feel Ozzie’s body heat, especially when he felt as shitty as he did at the moment. Ozzie carried his much smaller lover into their shared bedroom with little Precious trailing along behind her daddies. Ozzie placed him down gently on their California king bed, laying him so that he could still look at him while laying in bed. He placed several pillows around Fizz’s joints and an extra one to support his fragile back. He pulled up the pink satin sheets and duvet over his lover’s slender body up to his waist, earning another wince from Fizz, who a few moments later fell back at ease. Lastly, he picked up Precious, removed her wheels, and placed her on the bed. She eagerly crawled over to her (favorite) daddy and curled up in a little donut next to his stomach, as if she was trying to comfort him too. Fizz smiled as Ozzie climbed onto the bed in a seated position. He reached out for his hand and Fizz was able to gently hold it with his artificial digits. He felt so loved in that moment, with the person he loved the most beside him and their spoiled little pet snuggled up to him. Fizz didn’t grow up in the best environment, and this was honestly what he always dreamed of as a little kid. Obviously not the accident portion, but he had always just wanted a simple, domestic life where he could truly relax and be with someone who truly cared about him. He never cared what that person looked like or their rank in the hellscape, but somehow, he was able to score an actual prince who treated him like a king rather than a jester. He never would’ve imagined his life could be this good… minus this unbearable physical pain… He wanted nothing more than to be living in a normal body with no limitations. He wished Ozzie was there to see him when he was able bodied. When he was able to move properly, didn’t need a robo repair kit, and could probably pleasure his boyfriend properly in bed without having to stop after a round or two from pure exhaustion and pain. He would’ve loved to dress in sexy little outfits for his lustful lover and maybe even pole dance for him. Most of all, he just wanted to be able to hug his boyfriend with his own arms, not these mechanical replacements. Ozzie deserved an able bodied lover like that, not the broken mess that he was. All of these thoughts raced through Fizz’s head in a matter of moments, but Ozzie could see the gears turning in his lover’s mind, especially when he saw more tears begin to fall. “Anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” The taller demon asked softly, showing off of gentle side. “I have some more pillows in the closet if you need them.” “No, no. I’m about as comfortable as I’m going to get now,” Fizz sighed, looking downward. “Thank you for your help though. I really do appreciate it.” “You never have to thank me, dear, but you’re more than welcome,” Ozzie answered with a warm smile. “But you still look miserable and I can see something’s not right. Talk to me, Fizzy. What’s on your mind?” “I just… I’m… I feel…. I’m just… I’m just tired….” the imp started, more and more tears building up. “I’m tired of feeling nothing but pain every goddamn minute of the day! I try my best to hide it. I really do! I try to mask it, but even when I’m having a good day, I still fucking hurt. I move my leg the wrong way and I feel like a hot iron is being shoved through my whole body inside and out. I constantly feel a burning sensation all over my skin, and today, not even the burn ointment is helping calm it. “At the same time, I’m tired of not being able feeling anything either! You know I can’t feel anything with these fucking robot limbs. Sure, they’re great for my act and I can do different things than other people can, but do you know how much it fucking sucks without being able to feel as much as the breeze on my legs or the temperature of my bath water? I miss being able to feel the sand on my feet at the beach or the coolness of an ice cube melting in my hand. I can only feel pressure with these stupid things. I can’t even feel your hand right now… I know I’m holding it, but I feel nothing but numbness at your touch… “I am so definitely fucking tired of looking like this. My face looks like Freddy Kruger’s ball sack that got bleach spilt on it and I can’t do a damn thing about it other than slather on creams or hide it with makeup. It’s not bad from far away, but the moment I see a close up or a head shot, I want to just recoil in horror… I want to see my old self… I know it’s been over a decade now, but it still fucks me up when I see white instead of red in the mirror when I wake up… and don’t even get me started on these fucking mess of… horns… my horns were so big and pretty, but now they’re nothing… nothing but rot and pain… “I miss my voice from before the accident too. I used to be a tenor, singing notes higher than some girls. When I inhaled the smoke of the fire, it burned my vocal cords and ripped some of them to shreds. I’m lucky I honestly have a voice at all…. Now, I sound like a queer version of BeetleJuice who smokes a pack a day. Sure, it’s fine for the character voice I do now, but I could actually sing back then instead of this weird, fucked up sing-talking bullshit. I want to be able to sing ‘Music of the Night’ again… “I’m tired of the nightmares and flashbacks to that fucking day. They’re not as frequent as before, but my god does it fuck you up to see the flesh literally flake off your arm like a sheet of ice and it’s even worse to keep reliving it in your sleep. I saw my own arm bones fall to ash while still attached to me before I passed out from the pain and brain damage. I’m sure that would fuck anyone up, but it was worse cause I was just a kid…. “I’m also sick of getting triggered by stupid shit that sets me off into panic mode. Like when we saw the fire works after the baseball game in wrath. Remember that I was silent and zoned out for the rest of the night? Yeah, I was reliving getting my fucking body blown to bits and the sound of my own flesh crackling like a fucking hot dog! I can even eat bbq anymore cause it smells like my molten flesh. I used to fucking love ribs, but the charred bones reminds me too much of seeing my fucking femurs melt into a puddle of blood and goo… I can’t even listen to jazz music anymore, as that’s what was playing on the radio when I got blasted to bits, and now I just fucking start crying for no reason…” The tears were finally fell, soaking the pillow below him. Ozzie could only hold his hand tighter as he continued through the sobs. “Most of all… I’m tired of being tired… I try so fucking hard every day to make it through with no problems. I try to put on a smile, put on a show, and walk around like my disabilities don’t bother me. That’s what body positivity is about, right? Well, the truth is that I am exhausted every single goddamn day of my life. From the moment I wake up, til the moment I fall asleep, I feel like shit and have zero energy. Why do you think I drink a gallon of coffee every morning? Or why I try to wake up an hour earlier than you do? I don’t want you to see me like this… I want to be able to do what I want to do, when I want to do it. But I can’t…. It hurts too much, I’m too tired, and all I can do is fucking lay here like a blob. I feel like a prisoner in my own damn body that occasionally gets a day of parole from time to time… I want to be free again, but I know I’ll never be released… “I feel so bad that we can’t do everything that I know you want to do… I know you want to spend your days partying, exploring or whatever, but I know you put things like that off because of me… I know you tell me everything is fine and that you just love spending time with me, but I know deep down that I do nothing but hold you back… I want to please you so badly, in every way. I would love to do all that interesting, kinky sex every single night with you, but my body just won’t let me. I don’t have the strength or ability to do everything I know you’d love for me to do… I’m so frustrated that my stupid hips give out on me like an old man after just one round on top… “I’m fucking sick of all of it…. I want to be the best I can be for you, Ozzie… but I can’t and I’m tired of it and I hate it… I’m too broken for anyone, let alone you…. I love you so fucking much, but I know that I don’t deserve you…” “Fizz, please don’t ever talk like that again,” Ozzie said, beginning to cry with his love. “You always have and always will deserve me, no matter any of those factors. You could be at your absolute rock bottom and I will still see you as my soul mate. I get that you’re tired and frustrated or your health issues, but please don’t ever feel like you’re a burden or whatever. No matter what, I’m by your side, forever. I will always love you too, pain and flaws included.” “Do you really mean that?” Fizz asked, looking his love in the eyes directly. His eyes were wide as saucers and blood shot from crying, but those eyes alway made Ozzie melt. “From the bottom of my heart, yes,” the lord said, leaning over to gently kiss Fizzaroli’s forehead. “Love and Lust often get confused by humans, but I can tell the difference and I know what I feel for you is nothing but love in its purest form. So you can always count on me, even on the worst days.” “Thank you…. I really needed to hear that,” the smaller demon said, his cries beginning to soften. “I love you too, Ozzie. So fucking much.” “You can always come to me if you’re not doing well. You never have to perform if you’re not up to it. The club can fuck off if they have a problem with it.” “I know, but I like doing the shows. It’s just sometimes I over do things and end up in shambles like this… sorry to bring down mood tonight…” “What did I just say? Don’t apologize! Your feelings are valid and if you need to vent, you’re more than welcome to do so.” Precious wiggled around until she was in the middle of the two of them, trying to cheer up her owner. She let out a couple of soft barks, licking their interwoven hands. “I think she agrees with me!” Ozzie said, petting the dog’s tiny head. They both laughed, bringing a smile to the jester’s cracked and gnarled face. “But don’t count yourself short on looks there either, mister!” Ozzie turned to his lover. “I think you look handsome no matter what you’re wearing or have on your face, even as you are now. Even with your cap off.” Fizzaroli blushed, still managing to get humbled by his long term boyfriend’s romantic gestures. “C-can you take my hat off?” Fizz asked, with a blush. “It’s giving me a headache and… I think I feel comfortable enough to go without it with you.” “Absolutely, my dear,” Ozzie said with a genuine smile, feeling honored that Fizz was able to let down his biggest wall with him. He had never seen Fizz’s horns properly before. Maybe a glimpse here or there, but never fully uncovered and exposed. This was definitely a trust exercise for Fizz and Ozzie made sure to be as gentle and compassionate as he could be. He unsnapped the hat’s buttons and slowly peeled back the cap to reveal his lover’s burnt and broken horns. Fizz was cringing, unable to open his eyes due to the touch of pain and the fear of rejection. “You’re absolutely beautiful, my darling,” Ozzie said softly before kissing the space between the horns on the top of his head while snaking his arms around him as best he could. The Lord truly meant every word of that. He knew how significant horns were to imps, and even though Fizz’s weren’t long and perfect, they were truly beautiful to Ozzie, because they were his. Fizz could only look up with adoration. He was dumbstruck. No one had ever called his horns beautiful before, even before the accident. A sigh of pure relief and a feeling calming ecstasy engulfed him, causing him to fully relax and release the tension his body had built up over the day. He was truly loved, even if he was a fucked up mess. He tried to hug his boyfriend back, but he couldn’t get more than his fingers to twitch. “It’s alright,” Ozzie said with a chuckle. “I can feel your love surround me, even without arms.” Touched to the core, Fizz nuzzled his love’s face gently, showing his physical love in the best way he knew how; being able to touch his lover with his true skin. He could feel how warm Ozzie’s touch was and for a moment, he was in his own personal paradise. “Ready for a movie night? I saw a new comedy I thought you’d like when I was browsing earlier,” Ozzie asked, breaking the hug and sitting back up. “Definitely! I wanted this all day!” Fizz said, resting his head back on the pillow, his bare horns touching fabric other than his caps for the first time in years. The two of them cuddled on their bed for the remainder of the night, with little Precious snuggled between her daddies all night. They watched a few silly films and Ozzie even fed him some sweets and chips when his stomach had finally calmed down. Fizz eventually fell asleep in complete peace, realizing that even on his worst days, that there was always a ray of hope in his life. Although he’d never been fully without pain, he’d always have someone there to take care of him in his time of need and help him through his crazy life.

A chubby!LokiXSylvie fic, set in a modern non-supernatural AU. This was a large, multi chapter fic, so I’ve decided to just attach the AO3 link in this post. Hope you enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49892320?view_full_work=true

Silence, glorious silence. The king of Asgard sighed happily at the lack of noise as he labored his way to his private wing of the palace. As soon as those doors to the outside world closed behind him, he felt a wave of relief rush over his large figure. Finally, a moment of peace after a long day of carrying the weight of Asgard on his shoulders. Although Loki had been the reigning king of Asgard for over 10 years now, he was still not fully used to the stress this “job” forced upon him. He was never really supposed to be King, but after both his father and his brother died during battle, he had no options but to take the throne. While he loved being the ruler of this world, especially the luxurious lifestyle he had become accustomed to, he often found himself missing the carefree days of his youth as a prince; especially the silence portion of it. Loki might’ve been a charmer with a silver tongue, but he was also an introvert at heart and he needed peace and quiet to truly recharge to be the best king he could be. Some well needed quiet time was currently awaiting him as he made his way to his private den for his little “date night” he planned. He had specifically requested a nice of relaxation only with his beloved Queen (name) tonight, and he’d rather be set on fire than have anything interrupt those plans. Amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life as a royal, calm moments like these were the highlight of Loki’s life as king of this realm. All of his royal duties were pushed to the back burner and the only concern on his mind was the lovely woman he had claimed as his bride years ago. He slowly entered the den to find his wife in her favorite arm chair, reading one of the dozens of midguardian novels he had imported for her entertainment. Reading was one of (name)’s many passions, and he always made sure she he had plenty of the finest books on hand. The sun was setting on Asgard, and orange gold light was seeping through the drawn window, almost putting a spotlight on the distracted queen. He found her to be gorgeous in this setting, making his heart beat just a bit faster as he watched her slightly pudgy fingers turn the cream colored pages. “Don’t think you’re sneaking up on me, mister,” she teased, closing her book and placing it on the side table beside her. “I heard you panting from down the hall.” He blushed a bit from her already playful comment before he even fully stepped into the room. “Well, it does take quite a bit of energy to tote this much weight around from the throne room,” he said waddling towards her. “So it naturally makes sense that I’m a bit out of breath by the time I hauled myself up those stairs.” “That’s ok, my dear,” (name) said, standing to greet him and snaking her arms around his thick neck. “I huff and puff a bit up the stairs at times too.” “But it looks so much better on you, my love,” he said, greeting his wife with a romantic kiss. Both the king and queen definitely had a traditionally royal body type due to that aforementioned luxurious lifestyle, especially the King. Being raised as a prince with a silver spoon in his mouth, Loki had been a bit pudgy growing up, but had slimmed down a bit when he was in his teens. He always had a huge appetite and by the time he look over the throne in his early twenties, he was significantly overweight. And as soon as his bachelor days days were over and (name) was in the picture, Loki quickly ballooned to his current immense size. At first, he didn’t intentionally pile on the pounds, but after his wife admitted that she loved watching her king grow fatter, Loki did what he did best and pushed himself to the limits. He began eating ravenously at almost every meal in an attempt to make his waistline grow and therefore, his wife happy. She eagerly coaxed him on during this feeding sessions and always made sure all his needs were satisfied after he was stuffed to the brim. By their first anniversary rolled around, Loki had gained over 100 pounds. After continuing this cycle of consistently gorging himself and his wife stroking his ego with every newfound fat roll or stretch mark over the next 5 years, King Loki eaten himself round and massive, making him heavier than a quarter ton. The last time he was weighed several months ago, he maxed out the scale at a substantial 600 pounds. He was waiting on a new reinforced scale to arrive at the palace ever since, but by the way his clothes were growing snug, he had to have been gaining weight yet again. He supposed he was probably around 625 pounds now, but the weight never bothered him. He was an immortal god afterall, so what did those numbers on that scale matter anyway? He’d never have to worry about any health issues and no one dared make a nasty comment about him unless they wanted to feel the wrath of his iron fist. Like her husband, (name) had always been chubby since as far back as she could remember. While she was never an initial member of any royal family, she was part of Asgard’s aristocracy and like her husband, was treated to the finest the planet could offer, causing her to have an expensive taste and appetite. She was chubby for pretty much her whole life, starting from childhood and steadily growing larger as the years went on. Now that she was in her late twenties, she was an attractive plump woman of approximately 280 pounds. She too had gained a significant amount of weight since they married (about 50 pounds), but unlike her husband who practically demanded to eat large meals every chance he could, her gain was entirely accidental. How could she not get fatter with his influence around? Not to mention the constant desserts flooding every room of the palace due to his sweet tooth, and who really could resist passing up decadent cakes and pastries? Loki and (name) were childhood friends due to being part of mingling prominent families, and had a bit of a teenage romance in the past. But when Loki was advised for the king to take a queen a few years after he got into the swing of things, he looked no further than the one woman who stole his heart in his youth. They reconnected, courted, and were married by the end of that year. And here they were, still going strong 6 years later and enjoying a romantic night in as if they were still newly weds. “As much as I would love to simply ravish you right now, I do think that we need to tap the breaks on that quest for the time being,” Loki said, breaking the kiss. “I know I often say this in order to be romantic, but I’m genuinely hungry and dinner should be here shortly.” “I like how you assume that I went ahead and ordered you a smorgasbord for our night together,” she said with a chuckle, helping him remove his heavy robe. She loved watching as his “slimming” outer layers were removed to reveal his overfed body and how it was practically bursting out of his snug pants and undershirt. If she played her cards right, she was sure that he’d pop that button right off those tight black trousers before they even got to dessert. “I didn’t just assume, dear,” he replied with a cheeky grin as she hung the robe on a heavy duty coatrack. “I was certain that my lovely wife could never resist stuffing me silly before I took her to bed this evening. So I gave the cooks a few hints as to what I was hoping would appear on tonight’s menu.” “My what a gentleman you are,” she laughed as he took her petite hand in his oversized ones. “Come now, love. I believe I just heard the dinner bell ring and it’s time for my first course,” he said before kissing her hand with a seductive glare before taking her arm and waddling his way to their private dining room. Upon the golden table laid an entire buffet of Asgardian treats for the couple (mostly Loki) to feast upon. Mountains of delicious meats, savory pastas, fresh vegetables lathered in butter, and all the trimmings lined the entire length of the table on elaborate serving platters. There was enough food to feed an entire family, but both the couple and their butlers knew that 90% of it would be in the king’s stomach within the next hour, not to mention the towering dessert cart in the corner sitting on deck. The staff always knew to clear out of the room anytime (name) ordered a private feast for the king. They knew that they’d be thrown out otherwise. So as soon as the table was set and Loki was seated at the head of it in his specially reinforced chair, the help cleared out; leaving the royal couple to their own devices. “It looks delicious,” he said, a slightly devious grin appearing on his fat face as he beckoned her to come closer with first of several platters. “Let’s begin, shall we?” She simply chuckled and picked up the first of a half dozen platters to feed to her hefty husband and held the first bite up to his plump lips. He moaned in pleasure as the first taste of the creamy pasta graced his tongue. “Goodness that’s incredible,” he said after swallowing, looking up at his wife with lustful eyes. “I need more, dear. Now.” She grinned at his assertiveness and began piling more and more food into his mouth. She loved how demanding and dominant he acted when they had their intimate feeding sessions. She herself was naturally submissive, despite her bubbly personality, and with Loki being the domineering hedonist that he was, they were a perfect fit. Within minutes, that first platter was demolished and in Loki’s enormous stomach. “Absolutely delicious,” he commented, wiping his mouth with his linen napkin. “Onto the next round!” “As you wish, my love,” she chimed, grabbing the second platter and feeding him a slice of the tender meat. While he chewed, she decided to try a bite for herself. But before she could do so, she was interrupted by Loki. “I see you over there sneaking a bite,” he said. “Do you really want to do that? I’m starving over here and I want to eat as much as I can tonight.” “True, but I’m hungry too!” She answered with a little laugh before eating a few bites herself. “I love your defiance, but I’d be careful if I were you,” he said, eagerly grabbing some more of the meal with a devious smirk. “If you don’t listen to your king, I might have to punish you. And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” “You always know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” She said, piling on even more food onto his plate. “It’s my job as your husband, isn’t it?” He replied, raising an eyebrow as they continued their sensual night of feeding. Within an hour or so, every single tray was empty and Loki’s already huge belly was bloated and bursting after being filled with enough food to feed a normal man for a week. “Fuck… I haven’t eaten that much in a while…” he huffed quietly, pushing down a belch as he leaned back from the table. Thousands of calories were now packed into his even wider than usual stomach, causing his upper belly to be distended and hard to the touch. He rubbed at his stomach in an attempt to get the food to settle. “Surely the king of Asgard isn’t too full for dessert now, is he?” (Name) teased, wheeling the dessert cart close to him. “I said I ate a lot, not that I was full,” he sassed back, still wanting to dominate the experience. “I have plenty of room in the tank for those delicious looking pastries.” “I know, Loki,” she said, bending down to give him a kiss from his seated position. Upon breaking the kiss, she placed one of the 4 dozen cookies in his mouth before he even had a chance to respond. “But I’d like to take this up to the bedroom before you get too full to make it there. Let me help you get there.” He nodded and braced himself to stand, taking his wife’s pudgy hand as a support. Even if he wasn’t partially stuffed, Loki always had some trouble standing nowadays. Toting around his 600+ pounds was a challenge, despite the fact that Loki was still quite strong underneath all that plush fat. His lower joints often ached after a hard day of ruling the kingdom, and today was no exception. It took him a few minutes to get to his feet, but after a few failed attempts and plenty of groaning and panting, Loki was finally ready to take his bride to bed once again for a night of passion. Still holding her hand, he waddled to their shared master suite just down the hall. (Name) watched him delight as his entire body jiggled with every step, especially that massive belly that now hung to his mid thigh while standing. She noted how his belly was poking out the bottom of his 10XL shirt now, probably since he had stretched it out so much with the food already in his body. She wondered to herself at how much more he would weigh the next day after this little stunt. Upon entering their shared bedroom and shutting the door behind them, Loki labored himself to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a sigh of relief to his sore knees and a loud creak from the already reinforced double king bed. (Name) found it adorable that he was starting to get so out of shape. She felt bad that he was having some minor pains, but god was it sexy to see him pant and moan from just simple movements. She wheeled the dessert cart closer to the bed as he revealed his bloated body to her by removing all of his clothes but his boxers. He didn’t want to be too immodest before they did the deed. Although he might’ve been excessively large now, he was no slob and wanted to be polite in front of his lady. It took him a few moments to undo the button of his pants, considering he had to practically dig through a mountain of belly to reach it. But once he was ready, he crawled into a seated position on their bed, propping himself up on the plush headboard and getting into a comfortable position. “Ah, I should be good now,” he said, with a light sigh. His expression then shifted back to his devilish smirk and he began patting his taut upper belly. “Come on love, I need those sweets. I’m practically wasting away over here.” His wife could only laugh to herself at the thought of her more than a quarter ton husband “wasting” away as he sat there his his entire fat body on display. “Sure you will, my dear,” she teased back, holding another cookie to his lips before he eagerly bit into it. She then pinched one of his multiple belly rolls and gave him an equally devilish grin. “My handsome king just needs to relax as I feed him all of this to make him nice and plump.” As he chewed on the small treat, (name) grabbed the large cake in the middle of the cart and a fork and brought it to her fat husband. “You definitely need some more meat on your bones in my opinion,” she teased, sitting on the edge of the bed and scooping up a forkful of cake and practically shoving it into Loki’s mouth. He didn’t even fight in protest, simply swallowed the icing covered sponge and replied back with, “I believe you’re correct. I’m definitely still too ‘thin’. So I definitely need much, much more of this cake.” (Name) simply smiled as she continued to fatten up her already excessively fat husband. As she fed him, she couldn’t help but think that Loki was the definition of happily overindulgent. Everything about her lover screamed indulgence, especially his beyond fattened, handsome figure. She watched in awe as he ate bite after bite of the 3 tiered chocolate strawberry cake, observing his corpulent body. Loki was large all over. At this point in their marriage, there wasn’t one part of Loki’s body that wasn’t covered in a layer of soft pliable blubber. He had a very curvy, pear shaped body for a man, with round “womanly” hips, overflowing love handles, thunder thighs laden with cellulite that constantly touched no matter how far he spread his legs apart, and a wide shelf ass that was visible in even in the most “slimming” of his royal robes. Despite this, his belly was obviously the largest part of his body, sticking out 3 feet in front of him and currently pooled out onto the bed, as even after spreading his legs to accommodate his belly, it still sprung even further. He had recently noticed that he couldn’t reach the bottom of his belly anymore, let alone his under belly, to properly lift it up for his wife. His belly apron hung to his knees while seated in this position, resting upon an already thick pelvic fat pad. He a distinct “double belly” shape, with large rolls of fat separating his belly into two big sections, with the lower portion being exceptionally soft and flabby. Even more layers of cellulite covered all areas of his behemoth belly, as well as hundreds of prominent stretch marks in varying degrees of healing (some being a more recent bright red and others being an older paler pink). The ones right around his deep naval were the darkest, indicating that however many pounds of fat he had recently gained had gone straight to that thick tummy to his wife’s delight. His belly was her favorite part of his thick body, and she planned on giving it a well deserved massage once all of these desserts were inside of it. Loki also had an overall round and pudgy look to him. He had rosy, chubby cheeks and a thick double chin that swallowed up his neck and jiggled with every bite. His arms were fat and flabby, creating a pool of fat around his elbows and flowing with ripples with each minor movement. His fingers and toes were thick and chubby, appearing sausage like and causing him to now have to wear his wedding ring on a chain around his neck due to it not even remotely fitting now. A soft, round pair of moobs rested upon his big belly, rivaling his wife’s own chest size. His back and sides were coated in even more rolls, those also coated in stretch marks. Overall, Loki was a massive, handsome man who was sexy as hell to his much smaller (but not too small) wife. Before she knew it, he was almost finished with the cake and was yet again rubbing his own belly to calm it down. “Since my wife already has me on full display, I’d like a bit of eye candy for myself as I finish this delicious feast,” he said with a cheeky smirk, snapping his fingers and using his magic to change his wife’s silky dress into a matching set of green and gold lingerie. She was taken back a bit for a moment, but knew that he was merely just wanting a little extra show and attention from her. “I truly wasn’t expecting that, but I’m glad you like what you see,” she said with a blush as she continued to feed him. “God, you look fucking fantastic, my love,” he said, beckoning her closer and resting his hand on her chubby thigh and making her blush harder as she fed him the final forkful of cake. (Name) wasn’t the only one who liked their lover round and indulgent. Loki loved that his wife was a rather large woman, as he had always found fat women attractive, especially her as they grew up together. He loved that his wife wasn’t afraid to eat around him and enjoyed doing so, as she had already snuck several bites of the cake while feeding it to him. He especially loved her plentiful curves and how the custom lingerie accented them at the moment. He loved that her thighs were so large and filled out, perfect for him to grab onto at any time. He loved her wide rear and couldn’t keep his hands off of it most of the time, as well as her thick hips with accompanying love handles. He also loved her large DDD breasts that were soft and plush and sitting upon his favorite part of his wife’s body: her round and full belly. Just like his wife did with his own, he adored his wife’s chubby middle, especially when they cuddled at night with her as the little spoon. In his eyes, (name) was the goddess of beauty, and he couldn’t help but be enamored with her at every minute. “You know, I don’t think I can quite finish all of these delicious treats myself,” Loki said in a seductive voice. “I’d love to feed my beautiful girl some of those pastries so they don’t go to waste.” She shyly chuckled and brought over the final tray of desserts, featuring miniature cheesecakes, truffles, and bite sized brownies. She then got up on the bed, straddled her extra wide husband, and rested the silver tray on his expansive belly, using it as a makeshift table as she had done so many times in the past. With no hesitation, Loki picked up one of the truffles with his chubby fingers and put it in his wife’s luscious lips, watching her small double chin move as she chewed “You’re so beautiful, my queen,” he said to her, grabbing onto her lower half as best as he could reach her. Between the tray and their bloated bellies, there wasn’t much room between them. “You’re very handsome yourself, my big fat king,” (name) said with a sexy smirk as she fed him one of the cheesecakes and rubbed his belly with the other hand. The couple continued this until all of the sweets were devoured and they were rutting in the sheets. (Name) always had to take the top position, as Loki was simply too large to do so. She loved having to lift his massive belly apron to ride him, showing just how truly fat he had become. He sang noises of praise to her the entire time, showing his compassionate side during lovemaking. Once it was over, the royal couple cuddled close together, with Loki still laying on his back and (name) using his plush moob as a pillow, gently rubbing his belly as they began to unwind. “Fuck… I’m so full…” he groaned, patting his swollen belly. “I can tell! There’s hardly any give to your upper belly at all,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m not used to it being this hard. I’m used to feeling how soft it usually is!” “You know, I had to use a bit of magic to make extra room to get everything down. But it was worth it.” “How so? You look a bit uncomfortable.” “Because I know you love watching me eat and I equally love eating,” he answered, letting out a small burp. “How do you think I got so big in the first place? I’ve always had a big appetite and I love the dopamine rush from stuffing myself.” “Do you like being this big?” (Name) asked, rubbing his belly. She dealt with insecurities about her body, and often times she worried if Loki didn’t like how he looked now too. “Of course I do, (name)!” He said, pulling her closer to look her in the eye. He had a sweet and loving smile painted on his face. (Name) couldn’t help but love how round his face looked from this angle and how thick his double chin was. “I love being this size. I love being able to not care about what I eat. I love being able to indulge into my desires, especially with what we did tonight. I love that I constantly need new clothes as I grow larger, taking up more and more space. I love being the largest and fattest person in any given room. But most of all, I love that you are the one who helped make me so big. I know you love my size and I am honored to make you happy with my huge body. You’re my everything, (name), and I wouldn’t change a thing about my life as it is now. All 600 something pounds included.” (Name) felt herself tearing up at his romantic gesture. He always knew what to say to make her fall in love with him more and more everyday. “I love you too dear,” she said, giving him a sweet longer kiss, her much smaller hand caressing his soft cheek in the process. “But boy am I beat!” Loki said with a yawn and laying back down in their original position. “It’s dark out, my legs are sore, I’m stuffed to the hilt, and I need some sleep with my pretty wife in my arms.” “Same here, my king,” (name) said, shutting off the lamp on the table next to them and crawling back into their cuddling position. The plus sized king and queen slept peacefully together that night, knowing that they still had many more years of pleasure and “growth” ahead in their future together.

Patrick Stump couldn’t do anything but stare up at the stars at this point. His friends were all asleep and it had to have been late at night at this point, but he hadn’t slept a wink. How could he with the guilt he felt for getting the lot of them involved in this shit show? How on earth did he get himself in this mess? He was just some punk kid with a dream, someone who should’ve just stuck to the statue quo, not some sort of a legendary fighter. But of course, he couldn’t just shut his stupid mouth and just had to add fuel to the fire. And look what speaking out against the Mayor got him? Thrown in jail and now exiled on an island in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles away from the girl he did all of this for in the first place. All he wanted was Ivy to have a better life, and to maybe be a part of that life with her. To get her the Hell out of Wilmettka and safely to the Big City, where they maybe were able to have a happy future together. Instead, he caused his best friends agony and possibly even gotten the girl he secretly loved for years killed. Frustrated from his inability to sleep, Patrick heaved himself off the sandy ground, grabbed another pack of marshmallows from the washed up crate, and went into the woods a bit to get a change of scenery. With his nerves being shot, Patrick turned to the one thing in his life that comforted him the most: food. He didn’t even wait to sit down on a log to dig into the sweets, but instead quickly opened them as he walked into the flora filled forest, only a few hundred yards from their camp on the shore. The boys were able to find a few crates filled with supplies that had arrived on this island before them, and no one would miss one measly bag of marshmallows. Patrick was always a nervous eater, and had been so since he was a child. That mixed with his early onset anxiety was probably the reason he had always been the chubby kid growing up. Even as Wilmettka dug itself further into poverty after the mayor was elected, Patrick always had access to food. So even on the “slim” days, Patrick was still plump and round to his discontent. Of course, he always made sure his loved ones has enough to eat (especially Ivy), but anything extra was quickly consumed by the overweight musician. Although he would stress eat just about anything, sweets were his kryptonite, especially candies like the ones he was digging his teeth into. These were oddly enough his favorite brand of marshmallows, so he was rather fortunate to get one of his comfort snacks in such a shitty situation. Sweets like this reminded him of the better times of his youth, before he got sucked up into the world of political corruption, treason, poverty, and chaos; A simpler time where he was free to do what he wanted, play music for fun, and actually be happy. He soon settled himself on a cool rock near the forest floor, giving him sometime to be with nothing but his thoughts and his marshmallows. Before he knew it, his mind wandered right to Ivy, bringing a small smile on his pudgy face. She was the one person who could always cheer him up, no matter what had him down. She was his sunshine in this storm of life and he desperately missed her at the moment. He had been in love with Ivy since they were in grade school together, but was always too scared to tell her that to her face. It was obvious to anyone that Patrick was madly in love with Ivy, to everyone except her that is. She always took his romantic gestures as just friendly ones, and although that wasn’t exactly what Patrick wanted, he was just happy to be her friend. He would never force her to love him back, but a man could still dream about it, right? He wondered if she was even ok at this point. As they were sent to sea, he saw her being forced back to the factory like the rest of the workers, with her pale eyes focusing on them as she was led out of sight. He was so ashamed that she saw him in those shackles, a prisoner of the town for simply speaking his mind. He prayed that she kept her head low and did what she had to do to survive. He couldn’t protect her from this damn island and all he could do is wish that she was safe and somewhat comfortable in his absence. Before he knew it, the bag was empty and 2,000 calories of gooey treats were digesting in his stomach. He felt like a greedy pig for eating the whole thing, but at least he wouldn’t starve to death here. As if losing a bit of weight would hurt him… “Please be ok, Ivy,” he whispered up at the stars, his eyes forming tears on the edges. “I just need you to be ok…” Just as he was about to fully cry, he heard a rustle in the trees behind him. Instincts overrode emotion and he went into self defense mode. He shot up, flicked his pocket knife out, and nervously faced the threat before him. “W-Who’s there?!?!” He demanded at the noise, a black shadow in the shape of a human coming closer. He was shaking, unsure of his own fate at this potential enemy. His heart was racing, going into fight or flight mode. He stood there in fear for a moment as the figure got closer, not saying a word. “I’m not playing! Who the hell are you?!” “An ally,” a deeper female voice responded as the figure coming into the moonlight, revealing an attractive young woman in alternative style clothes, emo makeup, and black and white hair. “You can put the knife away now.” “How do I know that?! How do I know you weren’t sent by the mayor to kill my friends and I?” “Considering my sisters are on their way to give your friends some gifts to help you on your journey, I can assure you that we are only trying to help you,” she said, a friendly smile on her face. “I saw you had ventured over this way, so I figured that I’d make a detour to see you myself.” “Who are you?” Patrick asked, putting the knife back in his pocket with a hint of hesitation. “Why are you and your sisters helping us anyway?” “That doesn’t matter, Mr. Stump,” the girl answered as she stepped closer to him. “We’ve been watching your band for a while now and we’ve come to help you reach your dreams.” “Why should I trust you? How do I know you aren’t trying to trick us?” He couldn’t help but feel skeptical. He has been hurt so many times. “I know you’re hurting, Mr. Stump,” she said, grabbing his full attention. “Your heart is heavy and I can feel it aching. Tell me, Mr. Stump, what would you trade the pain for?” “I-I’m… I’m not sure…” he said, unable to think of anything but his unrequited love. “You know that’s not true,” the mysterious woman shot back. “I know that you would trade all of your troubles for her. That girl that consumes your thoughts.” “So what? It’s not as if I could change anything…” he said, crossing his arms as a weird form of defense. “She might not even be alive for all I know…” “I have a secret for you, Mr. Stump,” the woman said, pulling a necklace with an amulet of a heart at the end of it out of her pocket and showing it to him. “She’s alive, and if you play your cards right, I can make that trade for you.” The woman held out the necklace to Patrick, the moonlight glistening on the silver chain and pink gem in the center. He stepped closer to it, noticing some small figures beginning to materialize in the gem. “My sisters and I each have special gifts,” she said, gesturing for him to come closer. “My gift is foresight and I can see many possibilities for each person I meet.” “But Mr. Stump, I only see two futures in store for you. In the first, the mayor kills you and your band mates, putting your bodies on pikes in the front of the town as a message against rebellion,” she paused for a moment, seeing the frightened look on Patrick’s face. “However, there’s a slim possibility for that future to come your way, especially if your friend Pete takes my sister’s medallion.” “What is the other outcome?” Patrick asked nervously as the adrenaline of uncertainty run through his veins. “This more probable future is what you’ve always desired.” She handed him the amulet, allowing him to have a closer look at the sparkling pink gem. The figures in the gem came more into focus upon him holding it in his own hands. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at, but as soon as he did, he was stunned. In a pink monochrome, there was an image of him and Ivy in a loving embrace from the waist up. They were laying in a shared bed, the blankets covering them to their shoulders as they held each other close. They were both wearing gold bands on their fingers, with Patrick stroking her hair, If he was seeing correctly, there might have even been a bassinet beside the bed. They both appeared to look a bit older, but Ivy was still stunning. However, Patrick saw that this version of himself had definitely not slimmed down. While he couldn’t see much other than their faces, he could see that this version of himself was much fatter than he was at the moment just from looking at his nonexistent neck, which was a bit of a disappointment considering it proved that he was in fact a glutton. But that didn’t matter in the long run. This was simply the life he dreamed of: he would be married to the girl he pined for all these years, they would be in a comfortable and safe home, they’d have enough money to never worry about being in ruin again, and maybe even have their own little family together. He could still have a chance at happiness, both of them could. “This isn’t a dream, right?” He asked skeptically. “If we do what you and your sisters say, this could really happen?” “Definitely,” she nodded, an assuring smile on her face. “I guarantee it.” It was settled. He was going to give them all a better life. A happy life, one they could finally live in, not just survive. He eagerly put the chain around his neck and it began to shine even brighter, further defining the picture of the future couple. He simply smiled at the imagine tucked it into his shirt and turning to his emo savior. “Alright! Let’s do this!” He said, feeling the most amount of hope he had felt in a long time. “Good choice,” the girl’s eyes glowing the same pink as the amulet. “Your future is sealed, Mr. Stump. I hope you’re happy with it.” “More than you could ever know if you’re right,” he said as she urged him to follow her. He trailed behind her, practically running in excitement. He looked up at the sky, whispering to himself, “I’m coming, Ivy. I’m bringing both of us home.” Time skip: 10 years later It was another late night for Patrick, as his biggest client had kept him in the studio for over 12 hours today. Their recording was successful, but very taxing on everyone, himself included. He was exhausted, but felt satisfied that he could help another group of young musicians make in the business (the large paycheck was quite an incentive as well). But now it was late and it was time for him to go home and rest. He had been moving around quite a bit today and his back and knees was aching from being on his feet so much. As much as he loved living the life he had, it was trying at times, especially on him physically nowadays. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and there was certainly much more of him to carry around than there was when they first made it to the Big City. Considering he sat in the producer’s seat or in his office chair most hours of the day, it certainly wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Mr. Stump was as agile or active as he once was. Although his band would still perform a few times a year in the Big City, Patrick’s main role now days was owning and operating the most successful recording studio in the country. He built his company from the ground up, producing several hit albums from an assortment of bands and even writing scores for various media outlets throughout the years. He loved his job and his work, especially since it allowed him to reconnect with his band mates and indulge his own musical interests. But there were definitely days like today where he wanted nothing more than to be at home and be with his wife. After the mayor’s demise, the band had finally accomplished their dream of making it big and getting the hell out of Wilmettka, taking their dreams and their loved ones to be permanent residents of the Big City. While the town had since returned to its glory days, none of the boys could ever imagine going back, as they had too many painful memories. As soon as the town was freed, Patrick had admitted his love to Ivy, who immediate accepted him and admitted her love in return. It turned out that she was just as shy and desperate as he was, and that she had always wanted to be in a relationship with him too. It was truly a dream come true for Patrick, especially when he proposed to her not even 6 months later. They were married by the end of that year and had been happily together ever since. Now, almost a decade later, the couple was living the high life with Patrick’s high paying career. They had a very nice house together in the city, in a nice and quiet neighborhood. They traveled a lot together, and of course, Patrick used his wealth as an opportunity to spoil his wife as much as he could. How could he not spoil the woman he risked his life for? She never liked when he bought her something expensive, but Patrick felt that she was worth every penny he had and then some. Just like him, Ivy too had changed over the years for the better, becoming her own person with a career in teaching music. She had become a mature woman in her thirties who could stand her ground while still being the same caring, compassionate person she always was. They had grown as people and as a couple as the years went by, all for the better. While they had both grown in the metaphorical sense, Patrick on the other had had grown quite a bit physically since they reunited. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that as soon as Patrick had a stable home, job, and income that his weight soared upward, especially with his already unhealthy eating habits. He now had a truly unlimited supply of any treats or meals that he could ever want, with no one to hold him back. And as his business grew more successful, his waistline began to expand just as much. The last time he weighed himself, he was up to 375, which looked even bigger on his shorter frame. That was a few months ago, and by the way his clothes were starting to dig into his skin, he was probably getting a little too close to 400 pounds than he’d like to be. He never thought that he would’ve gotten this fat from the strange woman’s predictions, but between late night take out, constant snacking, and his wife’s amazing cooking skills, he never stood a chance at remaining even remotely slim. He didn’t necessarily try to get this big over the past decade, but he wasn’t exactly trying to diet either. He had to admit that he had been eating nonstop since moving here, especially since so many delicious restaurants were nearby his studio and their house, not to mention the baked goods his wife would make whenever she had time to do so. But Ivy never seemed to mind his rather substantial weight gain. She said to him many times that she loved how soft he had become, inside and out. Even when he admitted that he had more than doubled his original weight, she said that he was perfect to her at any size, but that she adored that he was as large as he was. He also found it adorable when she mentioned how much she liked his big belly when they cuddled together, as it was both intimate and made him a bit less insecure about his weight. As long as Ivy was happy with how he looked, that’s all that mattered. He could care less about anyone else’s opinion of him anyway. Sure, his band mates would tease him about his weight on occasion, especially when he realized that he outgrew his formally lose guitar strap. Occasionally a fan would say something mean about his size from time to time, but he would just brush it off. Besides, his weight didn’t effect his health other than his asthma being a bit worse and the joint and back pain from carrying around so much weight. The biggest change in the couple’s lives happened just a few short months ago, as they welcomed their first child into the world; a beautiful little girl that they named Iris. Iris was a spring baby just like her father was, so it only made sense to name her after her mother’s favorite flowers. That little girl was beyond loved by both her parents, but her and Patrick had their own special bond. She was definitely a daddy’s girl, and he was perfectly fine to be there for her. She was the final piece to their puzzle of happiness, proving that the woman on the island was entirely right with her predictions. Since they had been married so long before they had her, Patrick had begun to think that it wasn’t really a bassinet in the necklace’s image. But when Ivy announced to him that she was pregnant a little over a year ago, he cried tears of joy. He finally got the full little family he had always wished for all those years ago. When he finally arrived home after his moonlight commute, he entered their house and immediately went to the kitchen to grab a couple snack cakes from a cabinet. Although he had eaten more than 3 plates of dinner from the catering bar that the recording band paid for, he couldn’t help but crave something quick and sweet before bed after a long day at the office. Upon digging into the first cake, he looked into the living room, finding his wife fast asleep on the reclining couch, worn out from spending most of the day alone with their baby. She was wearing that same amulet necklace the woman on the island gave him, as he felt it always matched her far more than him. He loved that she still wore it all these years later, even though all it’s predictions came true. Ivy went on maternity leave just a week before Iris was born back in April, so she had an extended time to bond with their daughter due to her being a teacher with the summers off. Which worked out perfectly for them, due to summer being Patrick’s busiest season with the studio. And although Ivy loved being a dedicated mom, she was exhausted too. He felt bad leaving her alone all day, but he knew that she still enjoyed her solo time with their daughter. He smiled as he finished his first cake, so proud of his wife for being such a dedicated mother. He then walked/waddled down the hallway to the nursery across from their bedroom, unwrapping the second cake, biting into it, and putting the wrappers into his pocket. God he was stiff and sore. The extra 200+ pounds on him certainly didn’t help with that problem either. Finishing that first bite, he quietly opened the door to see his infant daughter fast asleep in her crib. He slowly crept into the room as to not wake her, watching as she slept in total peace, blissfully unaware of the world around her. He continued to eat his cake while just standing beside her crib, admiring their wonderful creation. She was the perfect mix of the two of them, with her mother’s features with his auburn hair and blue eyes. He loved that little girl so damn much, and he knew he was wrapped around her little finger the first time he held her in his arms. He was so happy that his daughter had such a bright future ahead of her. She wouldn’t have to worry about the poverty and nastiness of Willmettka that her parents grew up in. She’d grow up surrounded by love and endless possibilities, happy and able to thrive. That’s all he ever wanted for his family and he was so blessed to be given the opportunity to do so. “Goodnight my little flower,” he whispered softly once he finished the last bite of cake and his mouth was clear. “Daddy loves you so much.” He blew her a little kiss and let her sleep, returning to the living room to see his beautiful, tired wife again. Careful to not wake up his wife, Patrick slowly lowered himself onto his normal side of the couch, earning a loud creak from his heavy weight once he was fully seated. Even the damn chair was getting tired of having to support his fat ass, he thought to himself. The noise made Ivy shoot right awake, proving that the new mom was hyper aware of her surrounding. Upon seeing it was her lovable chubby hubby beside her instead of an intruder, she relaxed, wiping her tired eyes. “Sorry babe,” he said with a little blush on his pudgy cheeks. “I tried my best to not wake you up, but I guess the chair decided to go against me.” “It’s all good,” she replied, yawning and stretching her back. “Sorry I fell asleep. I was trying to wait up for you.” “Ivy, you don’t have to wait up for me. I’ve told you that a million times.” “I know but I wanted to see you before the end of the day,” she said before grabbing the tote bag at the foot of the couch. “Besides, I had a little something special for you!” She dug into the bag and pulled out a large bag of his favorite marshmallows, the same ones that were on the island where he learned of their fate. It had been quite a while since he had seen that brand, so it was definitely a sweet surprise. Even all these years later, he still found her sweet gestures to be so romantic. How on earth did he get such a wonderful woman? “That’s so nice of you, dear,” he said, a sweet smile on his tired, chubby face. “Thank you so much, but I had a big dinner and just had a couple of zebra cakes when I got home.” “Since when has that ever stopped you before?” She asked with an arched eyebrow as she came closer to him with the bag in her hand. He looked down at his stomach for a moment, realizing that she was definitely right about him not passing up a chance to eat sweets. “Yeah… you’re not wrong… I’ll take a few,” he said going to grab the bag from her hand before she snatched it back away. “No, no! I haven’t seen my hubby alone for the past three days, and I don’t want him to lift a finger,” she said, opening the plastic package. “Just lean back. I want to feed my big guy like we used to do.” He couldn’t say no to that, even if he tried. She hadn’t fed him like this since before Ivy was born and he immediately perked up to that proposal. With an awkward shuffle, he propped himself up with the throw pillows on the couch, got himself comfortable, and let his wife straddle him, using his big belly as a seat. Within moments, she began feeding him the marshmallows and he was in complete bliss. He wasn’t exactly sure why Ivy liked feeding him like this, but he certainly wouldn’t complain about it. It felt like pure ecstasy when she told him how handsome he was while she popped another candy into his mouth and lovingly caressed soft sides and chest. He could feel himself getting aroused at her gentle touches. He knew she felt the same while feeding him, as she had a very similar look on her face as she held another candy to his plump lips. “You look so cute eating these,” she cooed in a sensual tone as he wrapped his arms around her petite frame. Even after bearing his child, she was still so small compared to him. She had hardly aged a day or gained more than 10 pounds in their 10 years together. She would always be beautiful to him, no matter what, but how on earth was he lucky enough to have such a wonderful, caring partner? He sometimes felt like he didn’t deserve her, but she always reassured him that she loved him and his changed figure. “If you say so, love,” he chuckled as he neared the end of the bag of marshmallows. He was beginning to get pretty full, considering there was a ton of sugar inside of his bloated belly, but he’d push on to make her happy. “Patrick, you know I mean that,” she said, giving him the last two bites at the same time. She slid off of his belly and began rubbing her tiny hands up and down it lovingly. “You will always be so damn handsome to me, no matter what.” He loved when she praised him like this. He felt so loved from her touches and affirming words. Although he was self conscious about his body, he knew she loved him and how he looked. She had told him many times that she liked his body, and he suspected she might have always been a chubby chaser, considering that as soon as he began to gain weight rapidly that she was head over heels for him even more. She ran her hands over his lower belly, which was easily the biggest part of his body, noticing how strained the buttons of his shirt were there. “I think you need some new clothes,” she said in a soft voice as she began to unbutton the tight dress shirt and remove it from her husband’s large torso. “I never thought I’d have to buy a 5X shirt, but yeah I think you’re right,” he said with a blush and he helped her slide the shirt off, leaving his big belly exposed to her. He felt so full and bloated now that he had finished a whole bag of candy on top of what he had already downed throughout the day. Her hands latched onto his belly and side rolls, gently rubbing them. “How many times do I have to tell you this? I love how big and soft you are! You are so cute like this,” she said, tracing one of the many stretch marks that covered his stomach with her slim finger, making him shiver in arousal. “You’re handsome at any size, but as I’ve said before, I love how you look now, even with your added ‘daddy weight’ that I know you’re not a fan of.” He had definitely put on at least 30 pounds since Iris came in the picture, and would probably continue to get even bigger as she grew. “I know, and I appreciate it,” he answered, hugging her tight against his soft body in a bear hug. She relaxed into his arms as she laid on him, resting her head on his bare belly with a sleepy smile on her face. “I think mama is tired and needs to come to bed,” he said, running his pudgy hands through her soft hair. “My husband has a built in pillow, so I think I’m already there,” she said as she nuzzled her face into his belly, giving it a kiss. It was settled then, he was the bed tonight apparently, and he didn’t mind at all. Feeling the warmth of her love, he tilted her head up and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips, feeling like he hit the jackpot in life. She kissed him back, caressing his chubby cheek. “I love you, Ivy,” he said softly as she repositioned herself back to laying down. “More than I could ever show you.” “I love you too, Patrick,” she replied, closing her eyes and holding onto him tightly as she drifted off again. As he laid there holding his soul mate, he looked up to the ceiling and silently thanked the girl he met on that island all those years ago. This is what he traded the pain for; Ivy’s love and the family he always wanted. He fell asleep soon after, knowing that his dreams had finally come true. There was nothing but sunshine for the rest of his life.