Internet Era Freakshow

You take one last look to make sure that everything is laid out exactly as the book instructed. You didn't know what could happen if you screwed this up and you definitely didn't want to find out. With everything triple checked you hold your hand straight out over the pentagram and say the words as loudly and confidently as you can.

La notte è buia, il cielo pieno di tempesta.
Ho bisogno di una donna, morbida e calda.
Le fiamme brillano di rosso, le tende sono di raso.
Questo traduttore non ha un'opzione per il latino.

The flames from the candles begin to grow, not only in size but also in heat. Strange shadows are cast against the walls of the attic. They shift and slither, growing and shrinking and melding into one another as one by one they each turn to faces. Each and every one of them grinning as their eyes train on yours when suddenly you are plunged into complete darkness.

The candles have gone out but as you try to see through the darkness you become aware that it's not just the candles, there is no light from the windows either. There is no light from anywhere. The nervousness you had at the start of the ritual has given way to sheer panic. You lash your arms out in the darkness trying to find something, anything to prove you are still part of the mortal world. A soft, breathy chuckle echoes into your ears.

"You aren't scared now, are you? That's a rather rude way to treat a guest." It is a woman's voice speaking in the most saccharin tone you had ever heard. You are at once overcome by strong addiction, desperate to hear the voice again.

"W-who are you?" You don't bother trying to hide the nervousness in your voice, something inside you knows it would be impossible to lie to this voice, this woman.

"Who am I? You called me." You hear that same chuckle followed by a snapping of fingers. The candles reignite and you are greeted with a vision of the woman, of your succubus.

"Ch-ch-Choco-sen?!" You blurt out. Choco's heels clack on the floor as she approaches you, her slow, long steps exaggerating the sway of her hips. She puts a hand on your face, her long slender fingers sliding down your cheek.

"My, my." She gets even closer and you feel her breath on your ear and neck. "Am I not who you wanted?" She drops her voice to sultry whisper. "Am I not who you dreamt of?"

Your whole body tenses up as she slides her hand from your cheek down to your neck, every single nerve ending touched by her hand jolting with pure pleasure. She walks around behind you, bending down to keep her mouth next to your ear, gently blowing as her hands explore your upper body. For the first time you become aware that you are sitting down. You couldn't remember if you had placed a chair in the room or not. You were struggling to remember anything at all, your mind clouded in a thick fog of desire.

"How could you?" Choco said, hurt entering her tone as she broke away from touching you.

"W-what?" You ask, bewildered. You were just sitting here, you hadn't done anything at all.

"You claim to be my fan and then you say I'm not good enough for you?" Choco circled back around in front of you. It almost looked like she was going to cry.

"No, I didn't say that at all! I love you, Choco! I watch you all the time! Even when you won't stop playing Apex!" She had only been touching you for less than a minute but already you were completely lost without her. You would happily die if it meant getting to feel her hands one more time.

"You're a liar!" She stomped her foot, sending a jiggle through her soft thighs and breasts. If you weren't in a state of panic it would have been the cutest thing you ever saw. "Y-you hate my Apex streams and you hate me!" She yelled covering her face with her hands and turning away from you.

"That's not true! I would do anything for you! Anything!" No sooner did the words leave your lips did Choco turn back to you with a rather pleased looking grin on her face.

"You would, hmm?" She had only been pretending, and her manipulation had worked flawlessly. "I was hoping you'd say that. You did read the rest of that little book of yours, didn't you?"

Your eyes widen as you realize it. You hadn't. You hadn't even expected the summoning to actually work let alone need to read the whole thing. The first handful of pages in the book weren't even related to succubi. You were embarrassed to admit your foolish mistake but, judging by the grin on Choco's face, she already knew.

"Hmm. Old, overweight, alone and stupid. You really are a Hololive fan." The amusement was clear in her voice but it was accompanied by something else. She almost sounded like she pitied you. Despite her cruel words, the erection in your pants couldn't be more obvious. She laughed again as she stood in front of you, towering over your seated position.

"And getting off on being insulted too?" She bent forward to flick the tip of your cock where it tented your pants. The mix of pain and pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before. "I'm surprised you aren't a virgin." You were finding it hard to look her in the face but at the same time almost impossible to look away. After a few seconds she spoke again.

"Well, go on." She said, looking at you expectantly. "You did summon me here for a reason, didn't you?" The slight look of disgust on her face softened. She was now looking at you like a mother trying to explain something to her child.

"Y-yes." In the few relationships you had, you were used to taking the dominant role but somehow Choco made you feel small, as if you were belittled by her very presence. She put her hand under your chin to take hold of your face and force you to look in her eyes.

"Come on, tell me. Tell me everything you need." You saw her mouth move and you know your ears heard the words but it was almost like she spoke directly inside your head. A strong tingling sensation came over your entire body. It was similar to when she touched you earlier but now it was your whole body at once. Your jaw went slack. You attempted to answer her but nothing came out, your mouth lolling open uselessly. Choco blinked and the feeling subsided. You hardly even realized you had lost control of your body until Choco gave it back to you.

"You've cum just about fifteen thousand times in your life. That's nineteen whole gallons of seed." Choco almost looked more impressed than repulsed by the number. "You've got quite the hefty price to pay."

"How did you...?" You didn't know if that number was right, it sounded awfully high just laid out to you like that. "W-what price?"

"For your servitude, obviously. Did you think signing your life away to a demon was just for fun?" You had always enjoyed the sound of Choco's unique laughter but now it sounded only haunting as the severity of your situation began to set in.

"But I didn't-" Choco stroked her fingers down your cheek.

"Shh, shh, quiet now, little one." Her voice was a low whisper and despite the distance between your faces, it was like she was breathing it directly against your ear. "You said you would do anything for me. We demons operate on verbal contract, as any properly hellish place would. You belong to me now."

"I didn't mean.. I didn't know!" You tried to protest.

"Come now, darling, it's really not so bad, is it? You've always wanted to spend your whole life with me, haven't you?" While in your mind you were sure that whatever this contract is was going to be more torture than pleasure, your dick paid no mind to the consequences of it's actions, throbbing and spasming, aching to be touched. "See? You're already excited."

"What do you want from me?" You grit your teeth and try to put on a show of defiance.

"Aww, aren't you the cutest little human? I could just eat you up." Choco had the distinct tone of a woman baby-talking a small dog. She brushed your hair off your forehead and examined you closely, like one might appraise an item at a less than reputable thrift store. Once her study of your face was complete she spoke again. "The price is simple. I want it back."

"Want what back? I haven't taken anything from you. In fact I summoned you here, shouldn't I be the one in charge?" Choco's smile never left her face as she gave your cheek another patronizing stroke before slapping it harshly. You were stunned. No woman had ever treated you this way. Choco grabbed you by the neck of your shirt and pulled you forward roughly, her eyes now mere centimeters from yours.

"You will never, ever talk back to me again." She shoved you back down onto your chair. "I said I want it back. So you can either stop your sniveling and give it to me or I will take your soul instead." She paused to see if you would give her anymore resistance, which you didn't. "Good, now we have a lot of work ahead of us, so I suggest we get started."

As much as it conflicted with your masculinity, you had to admit you were now more than a bit scared of Choco. This succubus plan wasn't working out at all how you thought. "What do I have to do?"

"That's easy. Like I told you, you've wasted nineteen gallons of seed. Seed that should have belonged to me. I want it back." With a snap of her fingers, Choco produced several large basins next to her, one of which she placed at your feet.

"Once your horrible disregard for my feelings has been repaid then we are even and I can either set you free or choose to keep you." You had been given what seemed to be an impossible task. Once, home alone as a teenager, you tried to see how many times you could go in a row. You didn't even manage to cum four times, how would you ever manage nineteen gallons?

"What, thinking you can't? You'd be surprised what I can make a man do." She put a finger on your chest and let it glide across your body as she circled around behind you once again. She leaned down to whisper in your ear as she embraced you from behind, one hand on your chest and the other on your stomach. "You do want to be a big man for me, don't you?"

Your dick and balls had already been aching for Choco's touch and that need grew tenfold as you finally got to experience the ecstacy of her hands on your body again. Every word she whispered, every movement of her hands, even her breath one your skin felt like it was stimulating your cock. After a few moments she moved her head forward, looking down at your crotch from over your shoulder.

"Why do you still have your pants on?" Completely gone was the seductress tantalizing you with her very existence mere moments ago, instead you were now faced with a very pouty Choco.

"Wh-what? I.. I thought..." To be honest, you didn't know moving was a choice you had. When Choco hadn't removed your pants when she touched you, you had just assumed you weren't allowed to yet. In your confusion you continued to not move. Choco looked devastated.

"But I'm... I'm your perfect dream girl..." You couldn't even hear the echoing whispers in your head anymore. Her perceived lack of interest on your part seemed to have destroyed her confidence. She stepped away to the side or your chair and looked away from you.

"Choco, don't cry! You are my dream girl!" Despite everything that had conspired so far, you felt absolutely compelled to comfort her.

"Then tell me why." She finally looked at you again, her bewilderment obvious on her face. "Why didn't you cum? I've never even had to touch a man before..."

Finally you understood what was happening. All those feelings she sent through your body with her voice and her breath and her eyes. It felt like your cock was being stimulated because it was, Choco could jerk you off just by thinking about it. And you resisted her. No wonder she seemed so depressed all of a sudden, to deny a succubus her sex appeal was to deny her whole existence. You didn't know what to say.

"Did you lie to me? Was summoning me here just some sick joke to you?" The sadness on her face was quickly changing into anger. She made eye contact with you again and your muscles tensed as you were plunged into pain. It felt like your brain was being squeezed inside your head. The pain shifted and moved inside your head, a new area being crushed every few seconds. After about a minute the pain subsided.

"Let's see..." Choco took on an analytical tone as she seemed to be talking to herself. "Here we are. Vtubers. I'll see just what's going on here. Who do you watch the most? Irys. Yes, yes, very popular among boys like... you." She emphasized that last word with what sounded like disgust.

"Elira Pendora? Ah, you want her to be your mommy. How... quaint." Her disgust was only growing as she continued to probe your mind for information. "Pomu Rainpuff, another Nijisanji 'talent'. Do you even watch Hololive at all?"

"Rosemi Lovelock?" She practically spat the words onto the ground as she said them. "Rosemi? The little pink one?" Her disgust is almost overtaken by sheer disbelief. "You're in her membership? You give her money?! You know she made her cutesy little member’s letter public, don't you?" She put her fingers to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. "Who am I kidding, you probably liked that, didn't you? Out of all the men who could summon me why do I always get stuck with the freaks?" You didn't really know what she was talking about with the 'public letter' but you thought better than to interrupt.

"Well last but certainly not least, your number one watched is me of co..." Choco's eyes went wide as she slowly turned her head to face you again. "Ayamy? AYAMY?! You tell me that I'm your favorite and you don't even watch me the most? I'm not even TOP FIVE?!" Choco had gone past disgust and confusion to full blown rage as she screamed at you.

"Please calm down, Choco, I meant-" You tried to defend yourself but it was no use.

"Where am I then?! Tenma Maemi, Nene Amano, Chibidoki, Miori Celesta? Who are all these people? Mint Cas- This one is just some... obese woman? I'M NOT EVEN IN YOUR TOP TEN!"

"Choco, please let me explain, I-"

"I don't believe this! Why did you even summon me?" So scorned was she by your lying that now she wouldn't even let you speak. Choco walked around behind you and you could feel the temperature in the room starting to rise.

"I summoned you because-" Choco shoved you roughly, sending you out of the chair and slamming down onto the basin, the hard metal of the forward wall hitting you in the middle of your chest and knocking the wind out of you. Taking advantage of your new position bent over the basin on your knees, Choco tore your pants off of you in one swift motion. You felt Choco's tail wrap around your already erect penis.

"Cum. Now." Choco slams her foot down on your back, the sharp point of her high heel digging into your skin.

Choco's thin tail began to coil tightly and then uncoil, contracting on and massaging your throbbing manhood. The feeling was indescribable, like every nerve ending in your body firing at once. It only took a few contractions of Choco's tail before you started to cum and she continued the motion, milking you for every last drop she could get. After your initial two or three spurts the pleasure started to give way to pain as Choco didn't stop milking you, forcing you to orgasm for much longer than you normally ever would have. After another minute of pain she finally relented. Your body ached and you were short of breath, in your weakened state you allowed your head to drop and saw that you had somehow managed to cover the entire bottom of the basin in a thin layer of your seed. While you were amazed at the size of your load, Choco was much less than impressed.

"Why did you stop? What do you need?" These questions were not asked with warm after-care, rather a cold disappointment. You tried to speak but your mouth was completely dry and you were too weak to form the words.

"Oh for dad's sake." You felt her enter your mind again but not for long this time.

"I see, you're one of those." You found the strength to look back at her questioningly.

"A relief, to be honest with you. You wouldn't believe what some of these internet-era freakshows ask for these days. The last guy who tried to summon me wanted me to have a cock bigger than his, not that it was a high standard to meet." Despite allowing you this small look into her perspective, her demeanor towards you didn't seem to soften at all.

"Now, again."

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It wasn't until you were about to place your foot on the long, raised platform that made up the side porch that you realized where you were, or rather, where you weren't. My door isn't dark wood. Then you started to notice other details. You didn't have an old fashioned park bench as outdoor furniture. You didn't have a porch swing either. Come to think of it, you didn't have a side porch at all, did you? A ringing started to fill your ears as you took in more and more incorrect aspects of the house. You turned to look behind you at the rest of the neighborhood, had you somehow managed to park in the wrong driveway? The rest of the houses seemed no more familiar than yours and yet at the same time you could easily recall the names of every single person who lived in them. But that wasn't right, none of these people were your...

A sharp pain in your head struck you suddenly, as if you were being stabbed just behind your eyes. You looked at the car in the driveway, did you even have a white car? As you tried to recall your life the pain in your head only got worse, almost taking you down to your knees. As you closed your eyes your vision wasn't blackness but instead a blurry mixture of brown and gray, dark patches drifting up the side of your vision before you opened your eyes again. You had to stop letting the boys convince you to go drinking with them on your lunch break. When you got inside you would just take some Tylenol and try to chill out on the couch. Your headache was already starting to alleviate as you once again headed for the side door. Your side door.

As you entered the side door you were greeted with the sound of music blaring from the soundsystem in your living room and you were all at once overwhelmed with nostalgia. You hadn't heard this song since you were a kid. You couldn't help but bob your head as you walked through the kitchen and into the living room where you were met with two rather unfamiliar sights. Firstly your girlfriend was cleaning. That isn't to say your girlfriend was a slob, far from it, but more so that her behavior was generally in line with what you would call a 'spoiled brat.' She very rarely did anything if she thought there was a chance that you would do it for her, so seeing her cleaning all on her own, unprompted, was quite a surprise. The second unfamiliar aspect of the living room was that your girlfriend was Choco Yuzuki. Your headache came thundering back as you finally realized. You staggered slightly and had to quickly put your arm on the open entryway to steady yourself. In your wobbling you managed to make just enough noise to attract Choco's attention and she turned to face you. You could see the look of concern or perhaps even sadness she was wearing for just a moment before it melted away into joy at seeing you were home. The song's chorus hit and Choco held up her left hand to her face, mimicking holding a microphone, and held out her right arm to point at you as she sang along while grooving from side to side.

"All over you, all over me
The sun, the fields, the sky
I've often tried to hold the sea
The sun, the fields, the tide~"

You had never been much of a dancer but you did fancy yourself a bit of a comedian. You bent forward and started to awkwardly pump your arms back and forth in front of you while arrhythmically shaking your hips. You were rewarded with Choco's unique and beautiful laughter and she imitated your graceless dance as she came to greet you. She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss you and as she wrapped her arms around you your headache and any doubts you had vanished in an instant. You didn't have the starstruck daze of meeting a celebrity, instead you were filled with comfort, as if there was nowhere else in the world you belonged more than Choco's arms. Choco had the side of her face pressed tightly against your shoulder and neck as she spoke.

"I really missed you today." She said softly. You didn't miss the slight hollowness in her tone but you had been with Choco long enough to know better than to ask. Choco was the type of person to keep things in. While she was more than willing to whine when she didn't get her way, she tended to keep more emotionally important problems to herself. If she wanted you to know then she would tell you on her own. One thing you didn't need to be told, however, was how to cheer her up. You craned down a bit to kiss Choco's neck, earning a slight gasp and a knowing, teasing giggle.

"Mmm, it's the middle of the afternoon." She said softly into your ear as you continued to kiss her. "Stooooop, I'm trying to clean." She put a fake pout in her voice as your hands ventured down from her back to squeeze her ass. She let you fool around for a bit before she pulled away to look up at you.

"What has gotten into you recently?" She playfully scolds you. "You practically jump on me the second you get in the door." As you take in the sight of your gorgeous girlfriend it isn't hard to see why.

By all modern beauty standards, Choco's body was immaculate. Fifty pounds ago. By your standard, however, every pound only served to make her more and more perfect. Gone were the days of her tight black skirt and stockings showcasing her supermodel legs. Instead Choco's chunky thighs and widening ass now sought comfort in the form of 'yoga' pants. She had told you about how they were 'all the rage' these days but you had never heard of them, she also didn't do yoga. The real reason, of course, was because no pair of normal pants could ever hope to match her rapid rate of expansion. Her love of teasing you by walking around the house with no bra had also come to an end, her already ample chest exploding to a size that her poor back had no chance of supporting without the help of a decent set of over-the-shoulder boulder holders. Of course those weren't the only areas affected by her weight gain. Choco's rather pronounced jaw and cheek bones had slowly become padded in a small layer of soft fat, leaving her with delightfully chubby cheeks and a new neighbor for her now-rounded chin. With her arms still held forward to keep her hands on your hips, you could see the fat collecting on her upper arms was starting to sag, the short sleeves of her shirt digging in and leaving a rather tantalizing roll of fat practically begging to be squeezed. Yet despite all of those amazing aspects of your girlfriend's figure, your favorite part was right in the middle. Her nice, soft starter-potbelly was always sure to poke out from beneath her shirts, displaying a swathe of creamy smooth fat flanked by two luscious love handles pouring over her pants. You couldn't see it right now, facing you as she was, but you knew her generous muffintop was starting to extend around behind her as well in the form of soft collections of back fat you had only recently noticed developing. All in all, your girlfriend was the perfect picture of a girl who had 'let herself go.'

Choco followed your eyes down to her belly and quickly covered her exposed belly button with her hand and looked away. Her change in direction didn't prevent you from noticing the blush on her cheeks as you leaned in to kiss the one facing you. Choco opened her mouth to say something but the only sound she managed to produce was a yelp as you scooped her off her feet.

"Put me down you big gorilla!" Choco yelled playfully as you princess-carried her towards the couch. You rebuked her demands with deep guttural monkey noises. Your couch's recent protests were yet again ignored as you gracelessly plopped down with her on your lap. Despite her previously stated intentions of cleaning, she made no attempt to remove herself from your lap. She looked deeply into your eyes for a few moments and you were about to ask her what was up when she looked away again, instead choosing to rest her head against your neck and resting her right hand on your chest.

"Are you going to play some more?" Choco asked. While you were sure that Choco was all you would ever need to keep you satisfied for your entire life, you had made a recent purchase which was trying its best to be just as good. The Playstation 2 had come out a while ago and you hadn't been terribly interested, you still had quite a few games left to finish on the old consoles, but the release of Final Fantasy X was too much to resist. You had just gotten the game a few days ago and playing through it with Choco was becoming a daily afternoon activity. While Choco never had much interest in the series she seemed to be enjoying watching your playthrough, commenting on the cute creatures or goofy dialogue.

Today, however, was different. A rather awkward cutscene played out with the game's less-than-spectacular voice acting not providing any help but Choco didn't say a word. She had barely talked at all since you turned the game on. You gave Choco a loving squeeze but she seemed to not notice at all. You put the controller down beside you and moved your hand up to rub her arm a few times.

"What do you want to do for dinner? I was thinking pizza." You suggest. The mention of food finally brings Choco out of her trance.

"Oh, um..." She trailed off. Choco was a very picky eater and she was never slow to know exactly what she wanted so this hesitation concerned you. Choco took your left hand in both of hers and just sort of stared at it for a few seconds before finally speaking again.

"Actually I was thinking I would cook something instead. Ordering food all the time really adds up, you know?" The sudden cheerfulness in her voice was obviously faked. Your job brought in plenty of money as well so ordering food definitely wasn't hurting your bottom line but you decided not to push the issue. Besides, Choco was no slouch in the cooking department.

"Sure, honey, sounds great. What's the plan?" You asked. Choco hesitated to answer again but this time she finally looked up at you.

"Baby, can I..." Choco's eyes flicked away from you if only for a second. "I'll have to go look what we have in the fridge." Choco got up off your lap and you watched the wobble of her ass as she walked to the kitchen, leaving you on the couch weighing your options. Something was very obviously bothering her but she also seemed very adverse to talking about it. Maybe a little push was what she needed after all. You head to the kitchen to get to the bottom of things but as you enter Choco isn't bent over staring into the refrigerator as you expected. Instead she is standing at the kitchen sink with her head hung low. You walk up behind her and put your arms around her.

"What's goin on, kid?" You ask in a soft, low voice. In truth you were only a few months older than Choco but you never let that get in the way of teasing her.

"Nothing, baby, I'm fine." Choco put her hands on the backs of yours.

"Hmmm, just what a girl who isn't fine at all would say. You can't sneak past me, lady. You know they called me 'Ace Detective' in high school."

"Nobody called you that." Choco laughed a bit at your dumb joke and turned around to face you. "I went to the same school as you, dummy."

"I know you did. Staring at your ass was why I almost failed math class. Now tell me what's wrong."

"It's... It's embarrassing." Choco looked away from you again but you weren't going to let her deflect this time.

"Babe, you own a Good Charlotte t-shirt. Nothing you could say right now could be more embarrassing than that." You don't miss the grin that plays across her lips for a second. Choco playfully slaps your chest.

"Don't make fun of me." She pouted. "And you like Good Charlotte too, you liar." You don't respond to her, admittedly true, accusation.

"My mom came over today." She finally said.

"Well that's nice. Do any fun stuff?" You decide it might be easier for Choco to talk if she didn't have to look right at you the whole time so you instead busied yourself with getting all the necessary cooking utensils ready for her.

"We were supposed to go out for lunch but we didn't end up going." Choco's body language was making it perfectly clear that her mother was the reason behind her current distress.

"Oh? Why not?" Several seconds passed before Choco spoke again.

"She said that I..." Choco trailed off and she walked over to the refrigerator to look inside. "I think we have all the stuff for your amazing pasta sauce."

Now you were sure something was really wrong. One night, back when you had just started dating, her cat had gotten sick and needed to be rushed to the vet. In the end nothing was catastrophically wrong and the veterinarian had told her that the cat would be fine in a few days but that didn't stop Choco from driving herself crazy with worry. You offered to stay with her to try to help her stay calm and during your stay you made meals for her. The one that really stood out for her was your pasta, especially the sauce you made to go with it. It wasn't particularly hard to make but it was a recipe of your own invention and, as such, Choco could never manage to recreate herself, depending on you to provide her with this amazing flavor. Ever since that night you could be sure, if Choco was upset she would always ask you to make her 'that amazing pasta sauce.' It was a request you were always happy to oblige and in abundance as well, as you did with most food in the house. Choco's cute little bellybutton wasn't getting deeper for no reason. You had never told Choco about your secret desire for her expanding body but you certainly were never subtle about helping it grow and if dumping an absurd amount of calories into her mouth would help her feel better than it was a price you were more than willing to pay.

"You want me to make dinner then?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes." Came the reply but far more sheepish than you expected.

"Well you are in luck because I was just thinking earlier this week that I should try my sauce on some meatball hoagies. How's that sound?"

"Oooo, yes!" Choco practically squealed with delight at the idea.

"I suppose I could whip some up for a fine lookin' little lady such as yourself." Choco smiled though you weren't exactly sure if it was more from the compliment or your goofy western accent. You walked over to give Choco one last kiss before she left the kitchen.

"You know you can tell me whatever is bothering you. You don't have to hide anything from me." You tried to sound as calm and inviting as you could. Choco took your hands from her hips and moved them up higher on her sides before moving in close to hug you.

"I know." Choco's reply was barely more than a whisper but the tightness of her arms around you was louder than any words she could have ever said. Her complete trust in you would never waver, she just needed a little more time. And a full stomach probably wouldn't hurt.

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"Mmmm this is so good!" Choco exclaimed after she took her first bite. As it happened, the flavor of your sauce wasn't diminished at all from the overly generous heap of melted parmesan on top of the hoagie which Choco was now in the process of vacuuming down her throat.

"Well that's good news because I made plenty." You reply. Plenty was an understatement, you made far more than two people would ever need and yet somehow you weren't too worried about the prospect of leftovers. Choco was already done her first before you have even finished half of yours. She seemed almost nervous as she looked back at the still very full tray on the oven top. You were already on the way over to get her more.

"M-maybe just half of another one?" From her tone it almost sounded more like she was asking permission than telling you what she wanted.

"Just in case." You tell her as you place another whole hoagie on her plate. You grabbed another to put next to the half finished one on your plate as well yet you didn't think your stomach was where it would be ending up.

"Oh, I couldn't." She replied even as she was already starting to eat. It didn't take long before half was devoured but to your surprise she really did put the other half back down on the plate and sat back in her chair, rubbing her full belly with one hand.

"Are you sure you don't want any more? There's still quite a bit back there and I don't know how good they will be after sitting in the fridge all night." The truth was always the best lie. Choco looked back at the tray again and then down at the half of her hoagie.

"I guess I'm not that full yet..." She said as she started to eat again, though at a slower pace now. Her words seemed to be more assurance for herself than an answer for you.

Now with two full hoagies packed with meat and cheese in her stomach, Choco looked well and truly stuffed. She was huffing and puffing as she leaned back in her chair, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead. Any more food and her bloated belly would really start to hurt. A shame then that you were already putting another hoagie on her plate.

"These really turned out great, huh? I'm glad you are liking them so much." You comment happily despite Choco's groan as you move to place yet another calorie bomb in front of her. Just before the hoagie touches her plate, however, Choco stops you with a hand on your wrist.

"Baby, please, *hah hah* I can't..." Choco manages amid her panting, her eyes filled with what seemed like genuine desperation. The words were at once confusing and incredibly arousing. Please what? While you had often fantasized about your girlfriend’s bloated form tied to a chair, begging and pleading with you to let her stop eating before she popped, you had never once been even verbally forceful with her in reality. You were happy to provide her with far more food than she would ever need but you had never forced her to eat any of it.

"Oh, had enough?" You hoped your voice didn't betray your arousal.

"Yes..." She put a hand to her stomach and groaned slightly before speaking again. "Don't you think this is too much?" From the look on her face she almost seemed to be as confused by her question as you were.

"I guess so." The struggle to keep your voice steady was growing as Choco accidentally stumbled further into the depths of your fetish filled mind. "I know how much you like my cooking so I just figured you would want more."

"No, baby, I always love when you make food for me. It's just..." Her eyes searched your face, as if to find any hint that she didn't have to say what she was leading up to. Choco held out her hands for you, gesturing for you to help her up. She often did this and you found something about babying her in this way adorable. Once she was on her feet her right hand still gripped yours as she wordlessly led you to the stairs up to your bedroom. It wasn't until you were both standing in front of the bedroom mirror that she finally let go of your hand.

"You really don't notice anything different about me?" Her question was asked not with annoyance but almost amazement. You honestly didn't know how to answer. Choco had gotten more than a little chubby but surely you both knew that. You had even been at the store with her the last time she bought new clothes. Was something else different? You had fallen for this trap once before after not noticing when Choco had restyled her hair. You made an exaggerated face as if you were deep in thought and brought your right hand to your chin, hoping to cover the fact that you were sincerely examining her face in the mirror to see if perhaps she had changed her makeup. Choco couldn't stop herself from grinning for a moment before putting on a more stern expression.

"I'm serious!" She exclaimed, turning around to face you. You had nothing, whatever Choco was fishing for she was going to have to tell you herself.

"Hmmm.... Ah-ha! I've discovered it. You have pasta sauce on your cheek." You gently dab off the small sauce spot next to her lips with your finger and bring it to your tongue. “Another mystery solved by the Ace Detective.”

"No, you big idiot." Choco playfully scolded you. She took your hands and brought them down to her hips but slid them back towards you slightly, your palms coming to rest just on the cusp of where her belly started to curve.

"I'm talking about this. Don't you... Don't you think I'm getting a little... big?" You prayed Choco maintained the confidence to continue looking you in the eyes because if she were to look down right now there was no way she could miss the erection springing to life in your pants. While Choco's rising weight was no secret to either of you, she had never once brought any direct attention to it before now.

"I guess you have gotten a little pudgy. I never really thought about it." You weren't sure why you lied. You and Choco loved each other more than anything, but still, admitting your fetish to her would be embarrassing. If Choco caught your lie she didn't let on.

"It's more than just 'a little,' it's... I've gained sixty pounds since we started dating." Choco finally broke eye contact, far too embarrassed by her admission to look you in the face. Your normally quick wit completely failed you. Sixty pounds?! All the blood in your body was flowing to your dick.

"So what? I've gained some weight too, you know." This was true, while not nearly as much as Choco you had gotten comfortable as well. You lifted up your shirt in hopes that a little comedy would come to your aid once again but this time it didn't work. Choco was well and truly upset beyond what a few little jokes could fix. You drop your shirt and reach out to take Choco's hands.

"Hey, what's going on right now? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A little belly isn't going to change that." You change to a soft tone to let Choco know that you will be just as serious now as she is. You step to the side and gently pull Choco toward the bed with you to sit down.

"It's my mom. When she came over today I was still in my pajamas. I went up here to get dressed so we could go to lunch and when I came back down she looked at me like she was horrified. I asked her what was wrong and she said I looked awful." Choco started to sniffle as she continued her story.

"She said 'You can't possibly be thinking of leaving the house in that shirt, can you?' I didn't know what she meant, I wear this shirt all the time. She walked over to me and she pinched my stomach. She told me that I couldn't let myself be seen looking so fat." You put your right hand on Choco's back and gently run the tips of your fingers up and down her back to try to help her stay calm as her voice starts to break.

"I got angry and we got into a big fight. Before she left she said 'You better get yourself on a diet soon. There's no way your boyfriend is going to want to stay with some fat slob." Choco's tears finally broke free and you put your arm around her to pull her in tight next to you.

"She really said that? That's terrible. What right does she have trying to bully you like that?" While you normally prided yourself on staying calm and level-headed, you couldn't stop the anger from seeping into your voice. You were almost as angry as you were incredibly horny. You knew it wasn't intentional but Choco was hitting almost every fetish you had, both at dinner and now with this story.

"No, she's right. You probably think I'm a fat slob too. I can't believe I pigged out like that at dinner. Even after what my mom said I still didn't stop myself."

"That's not true at all. I said you are beautiful and I meant it. You were beautiful the day we first met, you were beautiful when we started dating and you are even more beautiful now." The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You could feel an obvious shift without her even saying a word. Even just your hand against her side felt different.

"...More?" Choco sounded baffled, like you were trying to tell her two and two equals five or how to win in mahjong.

"Yes. You look amazing. I've never been more attracted to you." No sense in trying to hide it now. Choco pulled away from you and looked at you sternly. She wore a slight frown as she stared into your eyes. She got off the bed and stood in front of you.

"You really like this?" She asked, gesturing down at her body. Her tone was like a mother whose son was insisting he got detention "for no reason."

"Yes, I do. I want nothing more than to rub my hands all over your body right now." For just a moment her serious expression gave way to something else.

"I..." Choco didn't finish what she was going to say, instead opting to turn around and head into the attached bathroom and closing the door behind her. You sat on the bed, hoping Choco didn't think you were some kind of weirdo, for several minutes until the bathroom door opened again. Choco sauntered back into the bedroom in only her underwear. You savored every jiggle of her exposed fat. Choco placed her hands on her wide hips and stood in front of you with one leg cocked to the side.

"You really weren't kidding." She said, looking down at your crotch. It was your turn to look embarrassed for once and you placed a hand over your very obvious erection.

"I don't think so, lover boy." Choco said, leaning down and moving your hand away. With her other hand she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts hang free right in front of your face.

"Tell me what you like. Is it these?" She brought her hands up below her breasts and jiggled them in your face before standing up straight again and turning around.

"Maybe this?" Choco slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and bent forward, emphasizing the size of her already fat ass as she shimmied her hips back and forth, her ass wobbling as she slid her panties down.

"No." She lowered her voice to a more sultry tone as she stood up straight and turned back around to face you again. "I know where you stare when you think I'm not looking." She made a few slow circles around her belly button with her index finger.

"You want to put something in here?" She stepped forward and put her hands on your shoulders. "Maybe your tongue?" She pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you, her knees on both sides of your stomach. You could feel her full belly pressing down against your torso and the heavy weight of her soft breasts on your neck as she bent forward to whisper in your ear.

"Maybe that hard cock?"

Your animalistic desires took over as your hands moved on their own to bring one of Choco's fat breasts to your mouth, your lips and tongue eagerly playing with her erect nipple.

"Mmm show me how much you love my new body, baby." Choco's voice was low and breathy, her arousal growing to match yours. You slide your hands down Choco's sides and latch on to her belly fat where it pancakes out between your bodies.

"Ahn~ You are so bad, g-grabbing my big fat belly!" The embarrassment in her voice only drives you harder. You take Choco by the hips and roll over, taking the top position for yourself. You slide Choco's body further up the bed and bury your face in her flabby gut that you've been helping grow for so long. You feel Choco's hands press against the back of your head, grabbing your hair as you begin to explore the depth of her bellybutton with your tongue. The feeling of the soft fat surrounding your face is like heaven and you never want to leave. You feel Choco's body start to writhe beneath you.

"Baby, please... I need you..."

Choco's laughter filled your ears as pain racked your body. You shut your eyes tight and when you opened them you were no longer buried in the soft perfection of your true love's belly, you were instead staring down at the dusty hardwood floor of the attic.

"You really are pathetic." Two black, high-heeled shoes entered the top of your vision. "Your own fantasy world and you cum before you even get your pants off. I wasn't even touching you that time." Choco laughs at you again as she puts her left foot against your right shoulder and pushes, forcing you to lean back so she can look into the basin.

"That's it? I give you your sexual fantasy and thats all you offer me in return? Why do you insist on making this take so long?" Choco removes her foot from your shoulder but makes sure to scrape the sharp tip of her shoe along your cheek harshly, drawing blood. You fall back down to your hands. If the basin wasn't beneath you nothing would be keeping your weakened body from the floor.

"Fine, fine. We'll skip to the good part if you are going to be so useless." The familiar, painful feeling of Choco probing your mind returns. "Short blonde hair, tight red latex jumpsuit... gets too fat for a seat belt... stuck in a trolley... strapped to a machine to be force fed to death? You got this from a cartoon? They put this on tv for children? No wonder you all grow up to be sexual deviants." You don't have to see it to know the disgusted look on her face.

"I'm not doing that. It's always like this with you freaks. At least you didn't hit puberty during Charlie and the Chocolate Factory like that other guy." Choco shuddered as she recalled a previous summoner. Choco's heart-tipped tail lashed across your face.

"Now, again."

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It's amazing how something so small can be so incredibly erotic. Your wife Choco had only been a teenager when she got her first and only tattoo, adorning her right breast with a little heart with bat wings on either side. Now a much older woman, her tattoo isn't the same cute little thing it once was. It wasn't that Choco's skin had started to deteriorate, far from it, it's just that she had so much more now. Choco had always had trouble resisting the temptation of sweets even back then and settling down for marriage hit her metabolism like a truck. She had already gained thirty pounds before she even walked down the aisle and every single day since then had only made her weight problem worse. Or better, in your opinion.

The extra weight piling on brought many changes to many parts of your beautiful wife's body but somehow the changes to her tattoo managed to be the hottest. It was barely noticeable at first. If you didn't spend nearly every night with her tits in your face you probably wouldn't have even noticed it yourself, but it was changing all the same. The heart getting ever so slightly stretched vertically, its wingspan getting just that tiny bit wider. As her breasts continued to grow with her weight, the tattoo continued to warp in shape. The wings starting to curve upward, the bottom tip rounding out. But the pregnancy was what really did it.

Choco used 'eating for two' as an excuse to barely ever stop eating at all, not that you made any effort to help slow your pregnant wife's exploding figure. Her rapidly rising weight was already doing more than enough to expand her already ample chest but month six of her pregnancy put things into overdrive, the accumulating colostrum taking her from Lane Bryant to custom made in the bra department. She quickly developed stretch marks, her areola expanded and darkened, her nipples became larger and more pronounced, a few veins became more prominent and noticeable. All of these changes were amazing to witness, but to you, one change in particular never failed to make you hard as rock. Her now beaten and battered looking tattoo. Once a small, pitch black mark of sexuality was now a warped, semi-transparent brand of endless  gluttony. Anyone who had never met Choco could be easily forgiven for not recognizing what it was even supposed to be at all anymore. Her breasts had grown so large, so engorged with fat and milk, that new, unmarked skin was appearing, permanently warping and lightening the tattoo. Even just thinking about it was enough to get you squirming in your seat. Speaking of seats, your wife was currently stuck in hers.

"Baby, I need help." Choco stopped her panting and pouting just long enough to let out a groan before holding out her hands, her recent stuffing leaving her with hardly enough strength to fully lift her arms. "Why did you let me eat the whole thing?"

'The whole thing' was in reference to a cake Choco had made for you for father's day. The baby was still months away from being born but that didn't mean you weren't a father. At least that was her excuse to make and subsequently eat the entire cake. Choco was now a crumb covered, sweaty, groaning mess beached on the couch. You had always been attracted to Choco's ever deepening bellybutton but you found it nearly impossible to keep your fingers away from her recently popped outie. The little nub was so erotic it only took a few sensual rubs for both of you to get hot under the collar. The area was especially magnetic during post stuffing moments like these.

"Aww, did the little piggy eat too much?" You tease her just as your fingers were teasing her belly button.

"D-don't call me piggy...." This was far from the first time you had teased Choco for her ever increasing weight and appetite, and she was well aware of how attracted you were to her like this, but that still didn't stop the name calling from embarrassing her. "It's your fault I'm so big anyway." She huffed.

"My fault? That's interesting. I don't recall bringing the fork to your mouth over and over and over and over and-" You were interrupted by only half playful but still weak slap to your arm by your widening wife.

"Don't make fun of me." She pouted.

"Or what?" You taunt, flicking her belly button.

"Or.. Or I'll never let you have sex with me again!" She crossed arms between her stomach and breasts and turned her face away from you. The effect was highly diminished when her ponderous proportions prevented her from even being able to reach her elbows.

"Oh, you won't, huh?" You lean over to start kissing her neck. "It would be a real shame if I started doing this then." You move your hand up from her belly button to one of her sensitive nipples, quickly growing erect under your touch.

"And no bra, either? The doctor said you shouldn't leave these unsupported." You put your hand under her massive milk tank and jiggle it a few times.

"I c-can't..." She stuttered her reply. You had inadvertently struck gold.

"Oh? And why not?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"My bras are too small." Her pouty tone returned.

"Too small? I could cover my entire face with just one cup, they are hardly 'small.' That can't be why." You retort. You wonder if she can feel your smile against her neck as you continue your sensual attack.

"It's because I'm too..." You teasing her about her weight and size was one thing but she hated when you made her say it herself.

"Too...?" You exchanged your kisses for gently nibbling.

"Because I'm too fat for normal clothes, okay? You're s-so annoying. Now help me off this couch you p-pervert." Choco's practiced annoyance was faltering under her growing arousal. You had made sexual contact and teasing her so intertwined for her that you could get her turned on with just a few well worded sentences these days, and doing both at the same time was far too much for the swollen sex demon to ignore.

"I was thinking we should just stay here." You run your fingertips slowly down her breast and back onto her belly before slipping under her shirt for a return journey. Her swollen nipple is hard and leaking as your fingers resume their play. Choco's hungry mouth searched for your lips and you obliged them.

"Please, baby, we can't. I'm so full." She managed between kisses. You could tell she wasn't lying, even in her quickly growing urges she couldn't muster enough strength to hold you with more than a single limp arm. You break away to readjust both yourself and the couch, piling some pillows against the arm on your side. You help Choco slide down the couch, eventually laying down against you, her head cocked up and to the right so you could continue kissing while you gently rubbed her belly. You noted with delight how even pressed right against her back like this you could only just barely reach the tip of her engorged baby belly.

It's easy to forget just how heavy a pound really is until several hundred of them are smothering you. Your body is fully enveloped beneath the warmth, weight and softness of Choco's lard-laden form. While your lips are currently entertaining the lusty mouth of your wife, your hands have plenty to keep themselves busy with as well. While Choco's tattoo and belly button are enough to fill you with a lifetime's worth of desire, there are plenty of other aspects of her body to explore and the effects of pregnancy on her stomach is your current target. Your still growing daughter has taken up a generous residence in your wife's womb, pressing out the top of her stomach so severely it’s still hard to the touch despite the amount of fat already present. The bottom of her belly, however, is still delightfully soft, each and every movement Choco made causing the excess fat to wobble. It's amazing just how many textures fat can have. The firm fat that collects on her sides around her ribs. The more yielding fat that forms the rather extreme muffin top over her pants. The completely soft to the touch flab that makes up her lower belly that you can easily sink your hand into. The ridges you feel as you glide your fingers over her multitude of stretch marks. Everything about your wife is so perfectly fat.

Choco brought her right arm up to hold her hand against your cheek, her once long and slender fingers now soft, plump sausages sensually stroking you. Even with both of you fully clothed, there was just something so sexual about moments like this. Deep, passionate love binding you together tighter than Choco's wedding ring was bound to her fat finger. Eventually Choco moved her arm back down and settled for resting her hands on top of yours. She didn't have much stamina these days, the extra weight was starting to make any prolonged activity hard on her but you were always there to make sure she was never once uncomfortable. Her immaculate body was a vessel for your daughter and it was your duty to be sure Choco never had to lift a finger until she was safely delivered. Choco pulled her mouth away to take a breather.

"You want to know something else?" She dropped her voice to a sulty whisper. "I couldn't fit into my panties this morning either." She giggled slightly at the look on your face before taking you back into another kiss. She bit your lower lip and pulled slightly. Her voice was low and breathy as she spoke again. "I can feel you poking me."

Her tongue pushed through your parted lips just as your still covered cock was trying its best to push through her fattened ass cheeks. The sweet taste of chocolate swirled around your mouth as you sucked on Choco's wet tongue. She started to slowly grind her hips into your crotch while flexing her ass, effectively milking you through your pants. Your breathing was getting heavy and Choco didn't miss this, beginning to drag her fingernails across the back of your hands and up your arms. Trapped though you literally were in ecstasy, you were never a selfish lover. You ran your fingertips across the swell of Choco's turgid belly and down to her side before slipping your hand into the waist of her stretchy maternity pants. It wasn't long before your fingers were entangled in Choco's pubic hair and you stopped to enjoy the coarse feeling of the hair against your fingers as you squeezed her fupa. You half heard and half felt Choco groan into your mouth and pull away from your kiss. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet when you opened your eyes.

"S-sorry. I can't really reach down there..." While Choco was embarrassed to admit the reason for her unkempt bush, you had possibly never been more horny in your entire life. You involuntarily bucked your hips a few times and leaned forward for another taste of Choco's chocolate flavored tongue. Choco reciprocated for a moment before breaking your kiss with another moan though this time not in embarrassment, this was a groan of pain. Your leaning forward forced Choco's chest to compress against the unyielding swell of her upper belly and the pressure was just too much for her massive milk-filled mammaries. A trickle of milk had begun to leak from her nipples, running down her chest and onto her belly, staining her shirt. Choco brought her hands to her breasts and sucked in a sharp inhale.

"Sorry, babe. Are you okay?" You removed your hand from her pants and leaned back to alleviate the pressure for her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. They are just so tender and swollen all the time now. I don't know what to do."

"I can think of one or two things." You respond, not so subtly.

"You wouldn't." She started to scold you but you were already moving to readjust the two of you. Despite her weak protest she didn't put up a fight as you removed her shirt. Both of her dark pink nipples were fully erect and begging for your lips and you were all too happy to oblige.

"Mmmnnnn, that milk is for the baby..." Though she verbally chastised your actions, everything else in her body begged you to continue, her pregnancy hormones in full swing as she brought her left hand up to cradle the back of your head. It was the first time you had ever drank from this source and the taste was hard to describe, you and Choco had done plenty of research about the stages of pregnancy and it's various effects on the body and one of the things you were fascinated to find out is that a pregnant woman's breast milk isn't actually milk at all. This fact, however, did nothing to stop you from suckling like a very hungry baby. Your other hand was busy pinching and playing with her other nipple and Choco was loving every second, every flick of your tongue sending shivers through her entire body.

Choco was no longer saying words, reduced to incoherent moans and gasps she pressed your head against her with her left hand and scraped the fingernails of her right hand up and down your back. She opened her legs as wide as she could, drawing you between them before clamping her thighs around you tightly, her body writhing against you as you suckled at her teat. Between her chest heaving and her hand pressing your head tightly against it, it felt like you were being rocked in the sea of her raw, sexual desire. Her body seized again, much harder than before as you felt your lower body being crushed between her chunky thighs.

"I love..."

"...You have to be joking. That's what this is, right?" You heard the harsh tone of these words as your mouth went from full of life giving nectar to a barren desert. "Dry humping like teenagers. Are you sure you aren't a virgin?" The familiar and painful feeling of Choco's foot shoved against your shoulder again.

"You know most men fantasize about impregnating the girl, not what comes after. At least you gave me more this time. My sexy body isn't enough for you? You have to turn me into some bloated disaster? As if I would ever settle down with any man, let alone some pathetic freak like you." She took her foot off your shoulder and let you fall back down on your hands but this time you didn't stare down at the floor. This time you looked Choco in the eyes. A harsh slap across the face was all you earned for the effort.

"Don't you dare even think about looking at me. Now, again."

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You were no stranger to the interior of the somewhat small nurse's office and at this point it was becoming a comforting place to be. Near the beginning of the school year you had a rather embarrassing incident during a choir rehearsal and word quickly traveled through your class about your pants and what you did in them. No middle school kid escapes from being called names, but for you the names often evolved into fists which hurt significantly more. You would love to be able to walk the halls unaccosted by your peers but, at the same time, a rambunctious bully in the cafeteria was a free ticket to the nurse's office. While having a built in excuse to skip history class was a welcome bonus, that wasn't the reason you enjoyed coming here. The real reason you never shied away from a brawl was the after care from nurse Choco.

"Aww, sweetie, your eye! Are you okay?" Your head was swiftly buried in Choco's large breasts before you had the chance to respond. Choco's soft hands held you tightly against her as she stroked your back and cooed and fawned over you. Though you would have happily accepted this death, Choco pulled away from the hug before suffocating you. She bent down so that she was on eye level with you.

"Tell me what happened, baby. Was it that big Jordan boy? It's hideous how they pick on you. Come here, sweetie." Choco scooped you off the chair and held you against her big soft belly as she carried you to one of the long patient beds. Lying down and looking up at her really put into perspective how enormous she was. In truth she wasn't really very big, maybe in the lower two hundred pound range, but she was the biggest woman you had ever seen at the time and compared to your small stature she appeared to have cataclysmic proportions. You often heard some of the other kids making fun of her, calling her a cow or a hog or 'Chunko' but in the privacy of your journal she was called 'beautiful' and 'perfect.' Almost your entire torso was smothered beneath her as she leaned over you, stroking your hair and your face. She regularly referred to you as 'baby' or 'cutie' or 'sweetie' or any number of other things a mother might call her son as she doted on you, all the sorts of treatment you never received at home.

She spoke in a soft tone like you would expect a librarian to use as she rubbed something on your bruised eye with cotton swabs but you weren't really listening to the words themselves. It was the experience, the feeling she gave you, that really compelled you to come here. The gentle voice. The soft, delicate hands. How she was always kind and listened to anything you told her. How even after you were totally fine she would still let you stay with her for the rest of the period. You weren't old enough to truly understand what it meant, but you knew you were madly in love with Miss Choco. She also made you feel something else you didn't fully understand and it was a feeling you were having again now as you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. Feeling your body sinking into her soft fat always made you feel like this.

"Did your leg get hurt too? Let me see it, honey." Choco stopped rubbing your cheek to look down at your legs. "I'm not seeing any bruises. Is it further up?" Choco didn't wait for a reply before pulling your shorts down to look at your thighs.

"There's nothing here either, sweetie. Are you sure th- Oh." Choco stopped as she noticed the bulge in your pants. You are immediately overwhelmed with embarrassment though you aren't really sure why. All you knew was that part was meant to be private and no one should see it, especially not Miss Choco! You go to pull your pants back up but Choco stops you with a gentle but firm hand, gently pushing you back down onto the table.

"Aww, it's okay, baby, you don't have to be embarrassed. You don't get to be as old as me without seeing a few things." It was hard for you to imagine Choco as 'old,' your grandma and the ladies who lived down the street were old and Choco didn't look anything like them. You weren't given any more time to ponder Choco's assertion as she placed her hand on your stomach just above the waistband of your underwear and promptly robbed you of all rational sense.

"It's perfectly natural for big boys your age." Choco was still speaking softly but her tone changed, you had never heard anyone talk like this before but you knew that you wanted to hear her speak this way to you forever.

"You stay right there, I have to make sure no one interrupts your examination." Choco rubbed her thumb back and forth on your stomach a few times before getting up and walking over to the door. She closed the blinds on the window and you heard the soft clunk of the lock turning before she came back to sit with you again. You were starting to get nervous. Choco had never locked you in like this and you didn't like the sound of an 'examination.'

"I-I think I should probably get going to histo-"

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. You don't have to be scared." Choco reassured you with a soft whisper. "You want to be a big man for me, don't you?" There are few things stronger than a young man's pride and you would not stand to have yours tested. You nodded firmly.

"That's my good boy." Choco said with another rub of your cheek. "Now just stay still, okay?" Choco slipped her fingers into your underwear and pulled them down revealing your penis standing at full attention. The embarrassment shot back to you but at the same time you were somewhat relieved. You had been experiencing this more and more often recently and you still didn't really understand why or how to make it stop. Choco spoke as if she could read your mind.

"This is called an erection. Have you had one before?" Choco asked.

"Yes, a few times." It was more than a few but something in you urged for modesty. Choco smiled and made a short sound that was like half of a laugh.

"Well they are totally normal to have. It just means you are a big, strong, healthy boy." Choco slid her hand down your stomach and stopped just short of touching your 'erection.' "Did me touching you make this happen?"

"Y-yes. I like your..." Your swell of bravery completely evaporating at the idea of saying your feelings out loud.

"It's okay. You can always tell Miss Choco anything." She looked at you expectantly.

"....your tummy." You knew it was rude to talk about other people like this and you expected her to be mad but to your surprise she seemed happy.

"Aww, sweetie, it's okay. That's nothing to be embarrassed about at all." Choco lifted up her shirt and exposed just a bit of her fat belly to you. You had a very strong urge to grab it.

"It's okay, go ahead." Choco took your right hand and placed it on her belly. You were delighted to squeeze it between your fingers. It was the softest thing you had ever felt. You wanted to sink your whole body into it.

"Do you know what you are supposed to do with an erection?" She asked you. You shook your head no, unable to form words as your hand explored the soft fat expanse of Miss Choco's flabby gut.

"I'll show you." Choco wrapped her chubby fingers around your penis. Your entire body jolted with pleasure. You had never felt anything like this before. Your hand clamped down tight on a handful of Choco's belly.

"You grab it just like this and then you start to slowly move your hand up and down." Choco began to jerk you off just like she said. The feeling was indescribable, it was like you were no longer able to control any of the muscles in your body. Choco used her free hand to take yours and move it right to the center of her belly.

"Stick your fingers right in here, sweetie." You did as you were told and enveloped your middle and ring fingers in the deep soft cavern of Choco's belly button. You kept pulling them out and putting them back in, the movement feeling like the most natural thing in the world.

"Mmmm, good boy." Choco started stroking you faster and it wasn't long before another strong feeling grew within you.

"Miss Choco I have to go-" You tried to warn her that it felt like you were going to pee.

"It's okay. Let it aaaalllll out for me, baby." Choco put her free hand on the back of yours as she jerked you off even faster. A few pumps later and you arched your back as you came for the first time in your life.

"Wow, good boy!" Choco squeezed your hand on her belly and held up her right hand for you to see. It had a thick white liquid all over it. After letting you look at it she brought her hand to her mouth to lick in clean. She pulled you up to sit up straight.

"You are a big man now and this comes with a lot of responsibilities so I need you to listen to me." Choco's voice was more firm than before and you nodded to show you were paying attention.

"What we just did is a game that only grown ups can play. You want to be a big strong man, right?" You nod again. "Good. The most important part of this game is that you can't tell anyone that you played it, okay? It has to be a secret or else you aren't allowed to play anymore. You want to play again with me, right?" You had never wanted anything more in your entire life.

"As long as you are a good boy and don't tell anyone I'll let you come to the office and you can play with me again, okay?"

"I'll never tell anyone!" You exclaim.

"I would hope not. Who would ever want to admit this to anyone?" The searing pain returned as you were once again staring down at the floor. "Don't you have anything normal that you are attracted to?" Choco probed your mind for another fantasy to thrust you into. After a few seconds she began to laugh.

"It just gets worse with you, doesn't it. Every time with you abused kids." Choco's tone made it clear she was saying this with no amount of sympathy.

"Now, again."

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You were just about to fall asleep in the comfort of your bed when you heard your bedroom door open. Your initial panic quickly dissipated as your mother's voice revealed her as the intruder.

"Sweetie, are you awake?" She whispered. You pretended not to be, whatever your mother wanted could wait until tomorrow. Unfortunately she didn't buy your act. You heard the soft sounds of her nightgown rustling as she crossed the room and then felt the side of your bed lower quite a bit as she sat down beside your prone body. She flicked on your bedside table lamp.

"I know when you are faking, you know." She said, though with no hint of frustration. Sufficiently caught in the act, you had no choice but to roll over and face her.

"I know it's late but I really need to talk to you." She placed her hand on top of your head and rubbed her thumb back and forth a few times. She smiled as she spoke softly.

"You left your laptop downstairs and you know I always have trouble seeing things on my phone so I thought I would just use your laptop. I went to look something up but I saw on that little bar at the top one of the things had a little picture of a folder and it said 'picky tags' or 'picksov tags' or something like that and I thought maybe it was like a clothing store you liked and, you know, your birthday is coming up so I clicked on it." Your blood ran cold as your mother verbalized your worst nightmare.

"All these tabs opened up and I didn't know what happened and I wanted to close them and they were all pictures of all these naked women and..." Your mother trailed off as she noticed your obvious discomfort.

"Don't worry, honey, it's okay. I know what boys your age want. I was eighteen once, too, you know. But, well honey..." Her face changed from happy and comforting to confused as she continued. "These women, they all... They all kind of looked like me." You started trying to speak but your voice came out only in stutters, not that you had any idea of what to actually say.

"You don't have to get embarrassed, baby, really." She reached under your covers and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I've heard things about how boys want to... do... things with their mothers and that it's completely natural. So I don't want you to be ashamed at all." This did little to ease your mind. If she knew all of this and didn't care then why would she ever think she had to tell you?!

"It's just that... some of those pictures were really... extreme and I just wanted to make sure. You don't really want to do all those things to a girl, do you?" Oh god, how many did she look at?!

"If you ever found yourself a girl who was okay with doing all those things with you then that's... that's great, baby, but I don't think I could manage to do a lot of those things at my.... weight...."  Your mother blushed and looked away slightly as she said that last word. You felt perhaps the most shameful boner of your life swelling between your legs. Why was she imagining herself doing them anyway?! She noticed the look on your face but then seemed just as confused herself.

"Honey, you... You know 'Choco Yuzuki' is me, right? I know those videos and things are old and my voice sounds a little more husky now but..." It was like your heart stopped beating. There was no way, this couldn't be real. There was no way you had really masturbated to your own...

"Am I the reason you've never brought any girls home? Is it because you love your mommy?" You had never felt more confused in your life, you couldn't process this information at all.

"It's okay, you don't have to feel bad. I know it can be hard for shy boys like you to make the first move." Your mother, once adult actress Choco, pulled down your covers and noticed your boner.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, did I do that? Is seeing mommy in her nightgown getting you excited?" Your dick involuntarily twitched. It was like a line straight out of those erotic ASMR videos. "I know I should buy a new one, I'm just getting so big these days." Was she doing this on purpose?

"It's okay. I... I don't mind if it's for you." Your mother stood up and opened her nightgown, letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It wasn't hard to tell why you had never recognized her. Those videos must have been filmed over twenty years and one hundred pounds ago.

"Do you think mommy is still sexy, sweetie? I haven't had a man look at me like that in a long time." You knew it was wrong but you couldn't help it, you couldn't take your eyes off her. Her loose, hanging belly flab. Her cellulite ridden thighs rubbing together. The fat on her upper arms starting to fold at the elbows. But most erotic of all, her fat, sagging breasts with her nipples pointed down to the floor.

"Take your pants off, baby." You were so enthralled by your mother's lewd body that you didn't even think to argue. Your mother climbed on top of your now naked body, the weight of her vast body pressing down on you, your hard cock pressing against her fat ass. She leaned forward and her breasts hung down onto your chest.

"Don't worry." She whispered. "I'll show you everything you need to know." Choco lifted her hips up, the weight of her body exchanged for just the weight of her belly on you as she reached between her legs, just barely able to grasp your manhood.

"Are you ready, honey?" You nodded emphatically. She guided the head of your penis into her and slowly sat her weight back down onto you again, the warm wetness feeling just as good as the soft fat you were kneading with your hands. Choco lifted her hips back up before slowly bringing them down again, starting a gentle rhythm. Your mind was exploding with pleasure, if you weren't careful you were going to...

"Aww, did I finish that one too early? Oops." Choco teased, her tail still gripping your cock tightly as you came. "I wonder if you are the only man who ever came prematurely in his own mother." Her icy laughter filled your ears as the pain started again. "Calling you a 'man' is giving you too much credit though."

"Look at that, almost full." She said, indicating to the basin beneath you. "And only three more after you finish with that one. Best get to it, pig."

"Now, again."

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"Okaerinasaimase, Goshujinsama!" You were greeted rather loudly by a gaggle of small girls in maid outfits. Small in height at least, a few of the girls were carrying several extra pounds as would be expected of an employee of the HeartBeats Maid Cafe. Being as Maid Cafes are all over the place in this city, you really need to stand out to make it in this business and Heartbeats made its mark with unique gimmick. In Heartbeats Cafe you could request for your maid to eat your food instead. A gimmick you wasted no time in using to the fullest.

You had your pick from the currently available maids all lined up at the door and ready to serve you but you had eyes for none of them. You were here for only one girl who was currently trying, and failing, to hide out of sight in the back, poor little Choco. Though 'little' was far from an appropriate descriptor. Choco was far and away the heaviest maid at the cafe and it was entirely your fault, a fact which you took great pleasure in. Choco was looking down at the floor, or, more accurately, at her down at her own corpulent form and pretending not to notice you. Too bad it was impossible not to notice her. There was a certain, almost sadistic, joy in watching her shoulders tense up when she heard you ask for her.

You had been coming here almost daily for months and the results were plain to see on Choco's rapidly expanding body. As the maid position at the cafe almost certainly guaranteed an abundance of extra calories, most of the girls kept a steady gym schedule to maintain their small figures but it seems poor Choco never got the memo. Her overly tight maid outfit forced her into an awkward waddle, not that she wouldn't have been waddling without it, as she made her way to your table. To any other person, you imagined she would look ridiculous if not repulsive, but you had never seen a more attractive sight. The typical maid’s outfit kept the girl rather modest. Aside from a perhaps overly short shirt, compensated for by frilly white thigh highs, the only other skin revealed was the arms. Fortunately for you, Choco was far from the typical maid. Every single part of her was trying its best to burst from her outfit. Enormous thighs swelled from under the hem of her outfit like dough in an oven, though you had never seen dough quite so dimply, her 'thigh highs' barely making it to her knees before shredding apart from the sheer abundance of fat they were expected to contain. The short sleeves of her dress did next to nothing to contain the avalanche of arm flab forcing its way through them, soft fat even oozing through a few rips and tears. Even the cute little puffy flower bracelets the maids wore were made a mockery of by Choco's overfed form, so tight on her forearms that they looked ready to explode at any second. The fat around her neck was so restricted by the high colar of the outfit that you could barely see the collar at all from the front, Choco's ever increasing collection of chins hanging so far down as to cover the entire thing. Yet even with all this sumptuous fat on display, what lay beneath the fabric was all the more erotic still. Despite fully opaque black fabric covering her entire torso, no small feat, Choco was so incredibly fat it left nothing to the imagination at all. You could make out each and every fold and crease in her flabby form, the outline of her deep belly button, the outfit was so painfully tight she couldn't even hide her inverted nipples.

"G-good evening, master..." You could barely hear what Choco said at all as she looked down at the floor, yet another incredibly erotic aspect of Choco. She had been so outgoing and enthusiastic when she served you that first day all those months ago and now she couldn't even muster the self esteem to look a customer in the eyes. The knowledge that you had not only ruined her once perfect body but also her spirit made the entire experience so much hotter.

"What can I get you to drink?" Her face blanched as you pointed out what you wanted on the menu. "O-of course, master." She waddled away and returned a short time later with a glass, some bottles, and a shaker.

"F-furifuri shaka... shaka shaka" Choco sounded like she was about to cry as she wobbled back and forth while mixing your drink. It was like everything in place was tailor made to humiliate the girls, at least one who let herself get as fat as Choco. You could hear the seams of her outfit screaming for mercy as every inch of her fat body shook. It only took less than a minute to mix your drink together but Choco was completely out of breath and sweating by the time she finished.

"I need to *hah hah* sit down... for a minute..." You always made sure to come in between typical meal hours for this exact reason. To Choco's ever increasing chagrin, you always took a booth. You delighted in the sounds of her struggling as she tried to force her way between the table and the seat, a delight all the sweeter in knowing that as soon as you ordered she would have to force her way out just to do it all over again. It was almost unbelievable but she managed to fit, though perhaps 'fit' was a generous term to use as her gut was split in half and folded over almost half of the table in front of her. Her massive form was almost completely crushing you against the wall but there was no place else in the world you would rather be. Once she finally caught her breath you told her you were ready to order.

"Can we p-please go small today? Th... they said this was the biggest outfit size they had left..." Choco was already begging before you even opened your mouth, today was an especially good day. Choco was shocked by your order. Just one plate of omurice. Her double and triple chins swelled all the larger as her mouth hung open. She couldn't believe it, you really listened. It had been quite a long time since you saw a look of joy on Choco's face. A joy that would soon be equally matched on your own when you got to ruin it. You had no intention of 'going small,' the omurice was just an appetizer and, you suspected, an especially erotic one today. You had plenty of time to imagine what her reaction was going to be as she took up the herculean task of extracting herself from the booth. Once she managed to free herself she waddled off and it was a while before she returned with your food and a ketchup bottle and asked what you wanted her to draw. It took all the will you had to keep a straight face as you told her.

"P-please don't make me..." She began looking around the cafe rather frantically, as if she expected a group of people to jump out and witness her embarrassment. Despite her begging you refused to take 'no' for an answer. Choco took a deep breath and shut her eyes tight. She held this position for a short while before she finally began creating your 'art.' You hadn't requested anything challenging, you hadn't even requested a picture at all. All you wanted on your omurice was a number, once you suspected would only take her a few simple strokes. Her weight. But even you hadn't expected it would be so high when she finally revealed it to you. The number on your rice was three hundred and five. You had blown Choco up to over three hundred pounds. You were about to blow just from this news alone. You clapped enthusiastically for her amazing milestone. Her eyes never left the table as she begged you to stop.

"Haven't you humiliated me enough?" You hadn't, of course, but there would be plenty of time for more later. Right now she needed to eat. After being treated to another show of her forcing a very round peg into an unforgiving square hole she motioned to pick up her spoon but you stopped her. You would be taking great pleasure in feeding her every bite yourself. After a few bites, you made to give her another but stopped short of bringing it to her mouth. It barely took more than a second for her to lunge forward and wrap her mouth around the food anyway. Despite all her protesting against you feeding her so much and all her embarrassment of her body, she was powerless to resist her gluttonous urges. Urges which you had given her. Forced upon her. The look on her face as she, too, realized what she had just done was exquisite. It wasn't long at all before the plate was empty. You took pure, nearly orgasmic, sexual pleasure in making her watch you reach for the dessert menu.

"Please no. Aren't I big enough? Look at me. I'm a blimp." You savored her begging for a while before ordering dessert anyway. Looking absolutely defeated, Choco once again struggled to free herself from the booth, but this time-

*sssshhhhhhhRIIIIIP*

Dozens of pounds of flab poured out of Choco's maid outfit. Between the pressure of containing her massive form and being pulled against the table, the entire front and part of the side of her outfit ripped open, the exposed belly fat expanding even larger now that it was no longer compressed by her outfit and immediately consuming the table. Choco looked fit to die of embarrassment as she frantically tried to escape but it was no use, her outfit had been the only thing keeping her small enough to fit in and out of the booth. She was completely stuck.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?"

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"Another absolutely disgusting display, as usual." Choco didn't even bother to laugh at you this time as you were pulled back to 'reality' or wherever you were now. She walked around to your right side and kicked you hard in the ribs, sending you off the basin and down onto the floor.

"At least your pathetic existence finally managed to be useful." You had finally managed to fill the first basin. Much to your surprise she picked the basin up off the floor and began to drink. You didn't know how many gallons of your seed it took to fill but Choco was chugging it like water after she had crossed a desert. So much of your cum was flowing into her that you could see her flat stomach starting to bulge out. It seemed like a sickeningly long time before she finally stopped and dropped the now empty basin to the floor next to you.

"Finally." She heaved a contented sigh. "You would think some feeder fetish freak like you would have given me a good meal sooner. Can't you do anything ri- *oooo*" Choco stopped in the middle of her speaking and gripped a hand to her stomach.

"What did *UUrrp* what did you do?" Choco demanded. Your plan was working.

"Who said I couldn't have fetishes while we were out here?" Despite the vast amount of pain in your body you were starting to feel pretty smug as you taunted her.

"What do you mean?! Wipe that *OooUURRpp* look off your face this... this instant..." Choco trailed off as she finally felt what you had already noticed. Her stomach was swelling under her hand and it was quickly becoming a belly.

"What? You talk about all these 'freaks' you've had but you've never heard of cumflation?" You could feel the strength returning to your body as other parts of your imagined scenario started to kick in. You could see Choco's thighs joining the swell as you got up off the floor.

"You stop this at once!" Choco yelled as her ass tore through the back of her tight skirt.

"Why would I ever do that?" You watched as Choco's belly swelled out from under her shirt and her breasts began to overflow the plunging neckline. "You might want to lay off the junk food." You teased her.

"You insolent..." Choco could no longer maintain the domineering look on her face as she started to panic. "Stop this! You're ruining me..."

"I disagree." You stepped towards her and took pleasure in sinking your hands into the fat collecting on her upper arm. "You really need to learn some moderation. Your belly is on its way to your knees."

"P-please stop this... I'll do anything!" By the time she realized her mistake it was too late.

"Anything?" The darkness in the room was already starting to recede as the contract was broken. Choco let out a banshee scream as she lunged forward at you. Her weight kept her slow and laborious but she still managed to claw at your chest before you got out of the way. The pentagram you had drawn on the floor lit up.

"No! No! You were supposed to belong to me!" Choco screamed at you as she was drawn to pentagram.

"Hope they have gyms in hell, piggy." You tease her one last time before she disappears and you are once again alone in your attic. You have little time for celebration as you pass out.

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You jolt awake to find yourself lying face down on the dusty floor of your attic with a massive headache. You look around the room and try to get your bearings as you stand up. Memories of last night begin to return to your mind but everything looks normal. Even the pentagram on the floor is gone. Was it all just a dream? It wasn't until you turned to leave the attic that you felt the pain. You looked down to see three long scratches slashed across your chest.

I'm never listening to /x/ again.