The Fattest Goetia

Contrary to most mornings where he’d groan his way out of bed, dejected at having to wake up to another miserable day, prince Stolas spent his morning primping himself up for the one day a month he got to be happy. It was the day his darling imp lover Blitz would come over with his grimoire as per their deal. The ensuing evening of lust and sexual desire was the one night Stolas felt important to anyone; a night where some semblance of love was able to blossom deep within the sweltering confines of hell itself.

The owl demon spent copious hours freshening up since morning. His beak was well polished, and his talons were finely trimmed. He used multiple types of shampoos, conditioners, cleansers, and body washes when showering, ensuring his feathered coat was at peak softness. Not an inch of him was ruffled with a single feather out of place. From his tail feathers to his well coiffed head, Stolas radiated with the essence of beauty and regality that befitted a Goetia.

Once he was done, Stolas entered the kitchens for some lunch. Coincidentally, his wife Stella also walked into the room, wearing the same scowling expression she permanently had on her face. He did his best to ignore her, but the sheen of his feathers, embroidered silks and his alluring fragrance denoted a response.

“What are you so primped and prettied up for,” asked Stella.

“That’s none of your concern,” Stolas took out a bag of three rats from the fridge.

“Oh, I see, it’s so obvious now. It doesn’t surprise me that your mind is so focused on imp fucking that you’ve forgotten today was your day to look after your daughter.”

Stolas nearly choked while swallowing his first rat. Among all his day dreaming, it never occurred to him it was his week to look after his Octavia. Suddenly, his excitement came crashing down, and his mind frantically searched for ways to salvage his time with Blitz. He scowled back at Stella, who absolutely reveled at his sudden confusion. The delight in her sneering grin caused his blood to boil.

He immediately began walking out the kitchen before she had a chance to mock him. She anticipated this, and spoke the moment he turned around. “Although, I would be willing to take Octavia for the day, if you agree to but a single demand.”

Stolas turned around, popping another rat into his mouth. “What sort of, *ulp*, demand?”

“Don’t look so apprehensive, Stolas. It would only be for today, but I’ll only tell you after you agree. Say yes, and I’ll look after Octavia today while you suck off all the imps you please.”

The arrogant-smug look on her face made Stolas feel uneasy. Rather than flying into a disgusted tirade over his continuing affair, she seemed enormously pleased with herself, all thanks to this, “demand,” no doubt. He swallowed the final rat whole, throwing the plastic bag in a nearby trash. If her demand was only for a day, and he still got to have his quality time with Blitz later, how bad could it be?

“Very well then,” said Stolas, “what is it you want?”

Stella maniacally chuckled, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. Meet me in your room in about thirty minutes, and wear that red robe of yours. You’ll see what I have in store for you then.”

Her ruby eyes glinted with mischief as she walked out of the room. Stolas mulled over what she possibly planned for a brief moment, then focused back on the swell time he’d have with Blitz later. Wearing his red robe specifically was an odd request for her to make, being one of his favorites. Any devious plan she might have hatched to ruin it wouldn’t be too upsetting, though, why specifically in his room? The thought mattered little. Aside from standing sentinel to a barrage of verbal insults, there was little she could do to harm him.

After quickly going out for a few supplies, Stolas returned to his room ten minutes before Stella’s allotted time of arrival. He rummaged through his closet and drawers, inspecting his various devices of bondage and playtime. The leather straps felt extra tight, giving a hair raising snap when taut. His red rubber ball shone in the light like a polished apple, ready to muffle his cries of pleasure once the flagrum whip was pulled out. He had his servants sharpen the teeth of the bear traps till each glinted like a set of jaws wrapped in shadow. Everything looked to be in order for his time with Blitz later.

A rapid knock rapt at his door, and before he could answer, a parade of imp servants wheeling three decker trolleys full of food surrounded him. He backed up to his bed, perplexed by the seemingly endless stream of imps that occupied all corners of his room with their cargo. There were so many silver trolleys, his room felt like a walk in refrigerator. By the time the final Imp entered, Stella came in last, holding her arms at her back and sporting a devilish grin.

“Ready to meet my demand, Stolas,” said Stella, wearing a long white apron and black rubber gloves. “There’s no backing out now, we’ve had an agreement.”

Stolas could barely focus with the pungent scent of burgers, pasta, hell fowl, and fresh rodents stinking up his room; their musty odors overwhelmed the scented candles he had picked out for the evening. “What’s the meaning of this? What are you doing?”

“Not what I’m doing, dear. It’s what you’re doing. Leave us.” The imps marched out of the room as Stella grabbed a greasy cheeseburger in her gloved hand. “You’re going to finish every single scrap of fattening filth here. And if you can suck down food as well as you suck off imps, you shouldn’t have a problem with it.”

The greasy burger was held an inch from his beak, nearly dripping onto his robe. Looking around the room, the demon prince nervously gulped a wad of saliva. It was as if Stella had ordered directly from gluttony’s take out catalog itself. She knew he took great pride in his physical beauty, elegantly slender—strutting about with the swagger of a demon peacock. He should have known Stella would have thought of some means to further humiliate him, otherwise he might have thought more carefully about taking the deal. Still, he stood resolute, thinking of his darling Blitzy and the sacrifice he was willing to take to spend time together.

Stolas puffed out his chest, and without a word, opened his mouth. Stella wasted no time in stuffing the burger straight into his beak; she did it so forcefully, he held onto the bed post just to remain standing. He barely had enough time to chew before she shoved in another burger, pushing the first closer to the back of his throat and forcing him to swallow it whole. A fist sized bulge slithered down his thin crane-like neck, larger than any amount of rats he had previously swallowed before, even the fat ones. He closed one eye, wincing from the discomfort while watching her sadistically pull a whole trolley over.

“That’s right, eat you fucking pig,” said Stella, continuing to feed Stolas with his back against the bedpost. “A disgraceful plebeian like you deserves plebeian food. Choke on this disgusting shit, you imp loving reprobate.”

Unable to utter a word, Stolas could merely gulp and grunt as he gorged on food well beyond his natural daily intake. Through the constant swallowing and squealing, he saw how his discomfort gave Stella immense satisfaction. Ironically however, there was also an inkling of delight that existed within himself. Like any other submissive lustful act he’d have with Blitz, the degree of pain he felt at this moment subtly aroused him. Were Blitz to take Stella’s place at this very moment, he could see some part of himself even enjoying it.

After a couple trolleys of pizza, donuts, and bacon burgers, it wasn’t long before Stolas grew significantly plump. His belly now pushed against his grease stained robe, adding a feeling of snugness around the silk belt. His natural twig-like arms and legs became much fuller, like plump hell fowl drumsticks. The looseness of his favorite robe started to vanish the further he filled it out, now fitting more appropriately around his shoulders compared to it previously sagging down to his arms.

“Yes,” Stella roughly squeezed his newly acquired gut, “it’s starting to take its toll now. Look at you, you pudgy fat fuck! Your twig of a body is now ruined. Does your imp like fucking cows too? Hahaha, good luck satisfying him now, you fat sack of shit.”

Seeing her handiwork take hold, Stella became more violent in her feeding. She’d sadistically shove entire boxes of donuts in his face, forcing him to swallow the entire ball of sweets before he was given the right to breathe. In the midst of his swallowing, she poked and prodded his gut, laughing the larger it got. “Honestly, Stolas, it’s an improvement over how pathetically scrawny you were before. At least now when any degenerate has the displeasure of fucking you-you won’t be such a stiff, ahahaha.”

In the half hour that followed, the only thing more difficult than ingesting the massive portions of food Stella fed him, was trying not to show her how much he enjoyed it. The constant taunting and teasing of his rotund body was something he hardly experienced at his normal size. Her constant poking of his gut and rough handling of his flabby waist and growing chest brought a tantalizing sense of pain similar to Blitz using clamps, or tying harnesses so tight they dug into his flesh. It was a whole new world of erotic possibility that never occured to him till now. The only irony being, it was Stella who had introduced it to him as a punishment.

After finishing half the trolleys in the room, Stolas collapsed onto his bed with a loud glorp. His corpulent body had managed to push through the thin silk belt, opening up his robe and letting his hefty beach ball of a belly wobble in full display. He groaned and belched uncontrollably, never having gorged himself on more food than he would eat in a whole year. To his surprise, as swollen as he was, he had yet to become full. Maybe it has something to do with being demon royalty, he pondered.

Stella stood over him at the foot of his bed, grimacing at the sight of his fleshy figure jiggling about. She removed her gloves and heavily stained apron, throwing them onto the floor. She cringed at the sound of his gaseous belching, and the soupy sloshing his belly made from bobbing up and down.

“Sweet Lucifer, Stolas,” said Stella, “congratulations. You’ve managed to grow so disgustingly obese, the very sight of you makes me want to vomit. It was fun while it lasted, but I’ve seen all I can handle. You will continue to eat the rest of this shit though. As soon as you finish and inform the maitre d, then Octavia and I will leave.” She and Stolas shared one final glance before she exited the room. “What a disgrace. Living under the same roof as the fattest Goetia, what a pathetic excuse for a…”

The door closed behind her, and her voice receded down the hall. Alone at last, Stolas groaned as he attempted to sit himself up. A sudden rush of pleasure emanated from the center of his stomach upon feeling his indigested gorge slosh around. His strain became mixed with spontaneous delight, never having felt food churn around inside him, or having his husky belly rest against his meaty lap. Love handles, neck rolls, arm fat—he felt portions of his flabby body squish together without him even raising a talon. Filled with intrigue, he stood up from his bed, pushed several empty trolleys aside, and made for his bathroom.

Taking off his robe, he stood in front of a wide mirror across from his bathtub; the mirror was fastened to a large purple dresser, with ornate borders of purple flowers with golden stems and gold leaves. All four of his glowing red eyes were wide with awe at his portly appearance. He ran his sharp fingers down his body; his feathers puffed up from feeling how soft he had become. Inspecting himself from different angles, an amorous sense of satisfaction quickly swept over him.

The demon prince groped and squeezed at every luscious inch of fat he had accumulated. His previously skinny legs didn’t make up even a quarter of his now large-voluptuous thighs. He sported a sizable pair of hips to match his bulging waistline, both of which looked capable of filling all available space in his bathtub. He cooed upon feeling his enlarged bosom, confusing it for down feather fluff at first. But what most impressed him was his belly. Barely able to cradle it in his arms, he bounced the blubbery orb in his grasp, blithely murmuring as it wobbled the rest of his body.

“Oh…oh my,” Stolas sighed, huffing each time his belly fell in his arms, “why is this so…exhilarating? *Huff*, oh…oh yes, *oof*, I feel like a new demon.”

Letting his belly freely drop, his head receded into his nest of cushiony neck fat, cheeks blushing at the loud plop his gut made from slapping against his thighs. He clutched it with his hands, pressing deep into multiple layers of lard underneath his velvety plumage. Kneading around his bulk, he sighed with bliss, feeling his gorge shift around. Watching himself play with his own fat through the mirror, he stared at his own reflection with wanton desire. The new body Stella had given him was far more enticing than his previous lanky countenance; he was now hotter than ever.

“*Mmmff*, wait until Blitzy gets a load of the new me.”

Upon saying the name of his beloved, he snapped out of his trance and remembered the remaining trolleys in his bedroom. Unless he finished the remaining food, they would remain there, Stella wouldn’t take Octavia for the day, and Blitz would have to reschedule their time together. Thankfully, finishing the remaining food wouldn’t be a problem. Looking back to the mirror, his feathers ruffled at the thought of how much fatter he would become by the end of the feast.

His excitement for acquiring a more blubbery body helped Stolas to gorge himself with such abandon, he’d put the demons in the gluttony ring to shame. Being the fattest of the Goetia family, he was determined to set the bar high. He’d voraciously shove two burgers in his mouth at once, or pour an entire platter of rats down his gullet. His bean pole of a neck was now two tires of feathered flab stacked one on top of the other, perfectly wide enough to accomodate any amount of food he wolfed down. His mask-like face was all that stayed the same size, while his feathered cheeks continued to swell rounder than his curled up fists.

From trolly to trolly, Stolas heartily patted his growing gut after finishing one. The weight of it pulled him down as he waddled to the next trolley, making him groan with delight. Using one hand to lift a box of donuts up to his face, he used the other to grope his heavy rear, feeling it curve down the length of his tail feathers. With each donut box and set of burgers, he could feel its lard pouring over his thighs, and likewise, feel his thighs swallowing up his dark spindly legs; his impetuous gaining robbed his lower body of its previous stork like visage, now granting him the look of a stubby—waddling duck.

Down to the final three trolleys, Stolas leaned against one of them, letting out a monstrous belch and pounding his plush chest. His eyes were half open, dazed as if he were in a drunken stupor. He licked his lips, savoring any remaining flavors while sloppily grinning. So close to finishing his feast, he pulled the three trolleys close together to combine all the dishes. Piling everything onto one platter, he was left with an amalgamation of meat, sauce, bread, cheese, sugar, and dead rodents the size of a hell hog. Arching his back, his pleasurable moan mixed with a hefty belch as he patted his gurgling belly, eager to see how much larger this final meal would make him.

He spread his legs, trying to take a more firm stance to keep himself steady. Grabbing the platter with both hands, he laboriously lifted it up to his face, opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tilted the platter at an upward angle. The tower of food slithered down his gullet at a glacial pace, but managed to fill his cheeks to the brim. A veritable train of food encompassed his entire throat, forming a series of globular bulges that entered his belly with each gulp.

The ecstasy of overeating in such hedonistic fashion burnt passionately within the pit of his stomach. Feeling every inch of his body billow with added blubber caused him to quiver with bliss. The constant stream of food muffled his sensual moans as his expanding neck rolls began smothering his plump cheeks. His widening butt poured over his thighs; his pillowy arms squished against his plump chest; and his gargantuan belly pushed against the trolleys, glorping after each gulp.

Once his gorge was finally finished, Stolas dropped the empty platter onto the floor, let out a belch which shook his stained glass balcony door, and began waddling toward his bathroom once more. The walk over was comparable to a harem of imps jostling his flabby body, as each roll, dimple, and layer of lard laden flesh rippled with each step. The arousal Stolas felt from his size thrilled him beyond compare. Arms outspread, he did his best not to teeter over to one side, trying to keep his swaying ass from tilting him over.

Viewing his reflection, his face flushed a hot red at the sight of himself twice as fat as before. He heaved his massive sloshing stomach onto the dresser, gasping from it filling up three quarters of its surface. His hips had nearly widened to the size of the dresser, growing so thick with lard, his hands sunk into its flab down to his wrists. His sizeable moobs were like couch cushions, squishing and wobbling with the slightest shake. Groping each with both hands, his blushing face squished against his double set of neck rolls, which warmed and cradled his grapefruit sized cheeks better than any scarf.

The sight of his luscious physique caused his feathers to fluff up all over, making him look larger than he already was. “Oh, Stolas,” he spoke to his reflection, “even as the fattest Goetia, you’re still hot.”

“Lord, Stolas?”

The imp maitre d stood outside of the bathroom. Stolas continued fondling his blubbery body, never taking his eyes off the mirror.

“Madam Stella wishes to know if you’re finished yet with her demand? She wishes to leave as soon as possible.”

“Yes, I am,” said Stolas, squishing his moobs against his neck fat, “take everything away, I wish to be alone.”

The imp maitre d bowed, then clapped his hands. A gaggle of imp servants entered the room, wheeling the trolleys out and quickly cleaned up any mess left behind. Stolas patted and wobbled his sloshing belly till he was forced to catch his breath. He then carefully waddled over to the front of his bed, and laid down with an elongated sigh. The bedframe ominously creaked underneath him, and the impact of his fall caused his gorge to squelch against his innards. He once more caressed his burbling belly, lovingly squeezing his flab as it blocked all view of his bookcase at the front of the room.

Amid his flustered thoughts, he thought of Blitzy, and the surprise he’d give him, sprawled over his bed, rich with undulating blubber. Their usual sexual antics would have to be varied up due to his new size, especially with his bondagewear no longer fitting him. Still, activities like pouring hot candle wax on him would be extra delightful now with more chest space available. The whips would jiggle his body with each crack, and the clamps could be placed on his lovehandles along with his voluptuous moobs; and that was just the old kinks. Now he could have Blitz tease him over his weight, get buried under his fat ass, or drop the full weight of his sloshing belly onto him. He could have Blitz tie him up, and forcefully feed him jelly sandwiches till he was fit to burst, all while roughly handling his gut or inflicting other sensual pains on flabby parts of his body. The new opportunities seemed vast with potential.

Stolas gave his belly a playful wobble. He laid on his bed smiling, staring up at his canopy, thinking of all the fun he could have with his new size. Then, as he ran his talons through the down feathers of his corpulent belly, he began to wonder. What if I became…fatter? He was already an overweight embarrassment to Stella, and no doubt the other Goetia family’s eyes, so what more did he have to lose? Looking to each side of his bed, there was still much more room to fill out. The thrill of having his blubber spill over the edges, having to squeeze through doorways, or even having his belly become so large it dropped down to the floor, filled him with erotic intrigue.

He belched after giving his gut a hearty smack. Grinning at the idea of becoming a barely mobile blob of bird. “Oh yes, *orp*. I think I’m going to enjoy these next couple months.”