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what if i went on a date with you that lasted for hours because you got a lil tipsy and started infodumping about your latest hobby or hyperfixation and I keep ordering you food and drinks to keep you talking because your face is a lil red and you’re so animated and excited and so cute and I know you must be getting full with all the extra apps I ordered but the alcohol means you either don’t notice or don’t care and at the end of this date I’m gonna take you home and have nasty, raunchy sex
You're the heir to the royal family of a kingdom besieged by demons and during a surrender, are offered up to one of the Demon Lords as a prize of battle. Don't worry, he assures you with a warm yet devious smile, you'll soon 'grow' to love your new life with him
You're taken back to his manor and draped in a lavish, yet skimpy outfit, one that really shows off your body and highlights the slight curves of your features. Your new Lord sits you down at a huge banquet table and takes his seat across from you. All manner of succulent and delicious foods are lined up before you, you take a moment to really take in the size of this hulking, handsome demon and assume he must eat like a beast. But when his impish servants are done setting the table, he just brings his elbows onto the table to rest his head in his hands. He smiles at you,
"You've nothing to fear. Eat."
His voice is so commanding. Nervously, you load up your plate with foods that seem the most familiar to you. Roast chicken, potatoes, various vegetables and a bread roll. It's delicious. With the effect the war has had on your kingdom, you can't remember the last time event he royal family could assemble such a sumptuous selection to feast upon... so you end up forgetting yourself a little and eating until you're quite stuffed. You lean back in your chair and graciously thank your Lord for the meal, shyly paying your compliments to the chef
"Good," he smiles wider and snaps his fingers. "Eat."
A surge of warmth courses through your body. With some demonic intervention, everything you'e just eaten rapidly digests within you and you feel hungry again. Your frame even grows a little bit softer, though not enough for you to notice just yet.
You blush and oblige his order, you brain trying to rationalise what's happening. A display of dominance, perhaps? Or did he notice how much you were enjoying the food after having had so little for so long and just wanted you to get to enjoy that more? Was something bad coming after this, or was he actually a good demon somehow?
All of your questions seemed to melt away as you dug in to the feast again, this time trying the honey roasted ham, sweet fruits, leg shank and more. Once again you eat until you feel completely stuffed. Once again you thank your Lord for such a wonderful meal... and once again he smiles at you with fiery eyes from across the table, his own plate still empty and untouched,
"Good," another snap of his fingers. "Eat."
That familiar surge of warmth strikes again, but this time you notice how much plumper you look after, especially in your skimpy clothes. You look up at your Lord in shock and confusion, but he just gestures to the food in front of him. You timidly shake your head, yet your stomach growls audibly in the large dining hall
"Perhaps you'd be more in the mood for wine and cheese?" the demon snaps and the feast before you changes to a decadent cheese plate with crackers and dried meats abound. "Or would my royal prize prefer dessert?" Another snap and the table becomes stacked with cakes, pies and pastries alongside jugs filled with custards and creams, all so sweetly mouth watering
The look of disbelief doesn't leave your face. Your stomach growls louder, more painfully as your owner laughs
"Better not to ignore your hunger, my dear. It'll be much more pleasurable for you if you just. Eat."
The command rings through you and sends shivers down your spine, you want nothing more than to stuff your face with every dessert in sight. Your hands reach forward greedily and you begin to eat your fill as your Lord looks on, almost lovingly at you
"So good, so obedient, I'm going to like you a lot," he stands and gently makes his way all around the table to your side, his towering form standing behind you, gently rubbing your now slightly pudgy shoulders. "I'll spoil you so much, feast after feast, night after night of pure pleasure to make you into the perfectly fattened up image of hedonism," his hands feels so good and warm on your soft skin as you gorge yourself. "Just think how demoralising it'll be for your kingdom, to see how easily their royal heir fell to demonic corruption... but I must say from a personal standpoint, I do just think you look so beautiful enjoying yourself like this. I'll have a bath ready for us after I think you're done here, there we can really relax and get to know each other, my dear. But for now, please keep eating. I told you you would grow to love it here."
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Happy holidays to all my wonderful followers and friends! Please enjoy this lil piece I’ve been thinking about for the season. Have a safe and happy new year!!
TW: light intox (so light you’ll miss it), light dom/sub, feedism, fat admirer, more explicit than my usual.
I push you into the bathroom and shut the door behind us, fumbling with the cheap lock on the doorknob. My hand is halfway up your sweater and I laugh into the crook of your neck as your feet get twisted up in the cheap bath mat on the floor. We fumble for a moment, trying to stay upright. The party is muffled behind us, lock finally clicking into place on the bathroom door.
I pull at your waistband, trying to wedge my fingers into the very little space between the pants and your soft waist. I jostle your fat - partially on purpose - as I finally free the button. You groan, soft flesh surging forward and pushing the too small sweater up a few inches.
“You’ve been so fucking greedy tonight,” I say, still pressed into your neck. I’m holding you close, one hand around your back the other squeezing your lovehandles, overhang with frienzied desire. Your hands find their way to my ass and you chuckle, pulling back to kiss me. I can taste the lingering of whiskey and whatever fancy cranberry cocktail our friend had whipped up.
“Have I?” You laugh, pulling away. I see your eyes sparkling; you already know the answer to that. The firm dome of your upper belly doesn’t lie.
“Yeah,” I breathe. Arousal is surging hot through me. The way you’ve done nothing but hit the snack table and down drinks since we got here has been driving me crazy all night. I squeeze your side again, pressing my fingers into your plush side. My other hand palms your dick through your pants and you gasp. “You know you have, baby. Or you wouldn’t be like this.” I curl my fingers around you and you jerk your hips into my hand.
“I knew it would get you worked up,” you say, bracing a hand against the wall as I fumble to push my hand into your boxers to feel you without any clothing in the way. “I guess I didn’t think it would make you so desperate for me…” You trail off with another low groan. I’m still working your dick in my hand but my face flushes at my obvious neediness. I can still hear the smirk in your voice.
I pull my hand out of your underwear long enough to face you towards the wall, your hands braced so I can press my body against your back. My hand again slips into your pants.
“I can’t help it baby. You look so full and fat in that sweater. I lost track of how much you ate because every time I looked away your plate was full again.”
“Uh huh,” you moan, bucking your hips into my hand. “I wanted to eat for you….fuck baby, please…”
“I know,” I say. By now, you’re struggling to hold back your moans and your belly is hanging completely out of your shirt, swollen and heavy. Its my turn to smirk; control is firmly back in my camp. “You’re such a good boy,” I murmur in your ear. “So greedy and insatiable.”
I hear your breath speed up and snatch my hand away before you can get too far. You groan, frustrated.
“Don’t pout,” I say with a chuckle, turning you back around to face me. I reach down to pull your pants up, squeezing the pants shut below your belly. I pull your sweater down as best I can, but it’s tight over your stomach. “How rude would it be for you to cum on the wall of our dear friend’s bathroom?”
Your head drops back against the wall and you sigh. “Unfair,” I hear you mutter.
“What’s that?” I crowd you up against the wall, kissing you again. To my delight, you’re too fat for me to press my hips into yours.
“Nothing, nothing,” you answer.
“Good. Why don’t we get back to the party for a little and then we can get out of here and go home.” I’m almost panting myself, my desire so high I can barely keep it together. “Maybe,” I say, “if you keep eating til it’s time to go, maybe I’ll finish what I started. Sound good?” I get up on my tiptoes to kiss you on the cheek before unlocking the bathroom door.
You roll your eyes, although I know you love this game as much as I do.
“Promise?” You ask.
I look at you, full belly pressing against that sweater, cheeks flushed, hair tousled from our bathroom escapade, bulge still very noticeable in your pants. My heart swells.
“I promise.” And with a wink, I slip out of the bathroom and head back into the party.
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