"Who dares summon me?" the demon roared in a deep, slurred voice. Velma's mind raced furiously, trying to remember what to do, but the horrific demon kept her from concentrating. It, or he, was fat. Fatter than any human being she'd ever seen. He stood about six feet tall, and looked as if he weighed half a ton, if not more. Beyond the rolls and rolls of fat and red skin though, he might have passed for a human. No horns or fangs or anything...Stop it! I can't be thinking about that, she told herself. What do I do, what do I do? I have to bind it with... yes! It's name! She glanced furtively towards the book and tried to read what demon she had just summoned, but unfortunately her hesitation was enough for the demon to calmly step out of the pentagram and grab her.
Smiling evilly though his numerous chins, the demon held Velma by her shoulders and held her to his vast belly. "It's been a long time since somebody's summoned me, and even longer since an inexperienced wench was the summoner. Tell me wench why did you summon me? The usual demands of power, riches and influence?
Terrified, Velma stammered out her reasons for summoning the demon. She had no idea what to do now, but she jabbered away as quickly as she could. A normal person would have had problems understanding her, but the demon seemed to have no problems at all.
The demon had a thoughtful look on his face initially, but as she finished, he chuckled quietly. "You want me to fix them? Make them not pregnant? Ha! Had you have bound me, I would have had to comply. Now though, I am free to do what I wish, and reversing their condition is the last thing I would do." He laughed again, louder. "In fact, I will make their spawn my own, and deliver them to the Great Lord himself. An angel, pregnant with demonspawn will pave the way for the conquest of your realm. You fools think the world will end in the year 2000? Ha! The prophecies actually mean that your doom will be born in the year 2000."
He tossed Velma carelessly across the room, and she slid into a bookshelf. The impact jarred her whole body, but nothing felt broken. She looked up and saw the demon walking towards the door, towards her boss and the angel in the upper levels of the mansion. She got up, not knowing what to do, but the demon must have heard her and turned it's vast bulk around. It gestered at her with a hand, and she felt woozy and tingly all over.
"You're not going anywhere, wench. As much as I'd like to torment you as I take care of your friends, I can not allow it." It motioned again, and Velma's whole body started to swell with fat. It chuckled to itself again, amused. "Most of you humans underestimate the ability to make somebody overly fat or thin. Both to hinder, fat to make you immobile or thin to waste you to bones," as it spoke she stared in horror at herself, already having gained 50 lbs. I've always liked fat myself, it's never expected. I'll be back for you when I'm done, but in the meantime, enjoy the new you." He turned around and walked through the doorway, his massive bulk 'flowing' through it despite him appearing to big to fit through.
In the brief minute since the demon cast his spell on her and left, she had already gained over 100 lbs. 119 pounds, to be exact... how do I know that? There had to be something she could do. Soon she'd be too fat to stand up, or even fit through the door. She ran over to the table the best she could, looking for something, anything that could help her. 200 pounds. Where is it? I thought I saw something here. 250 pounds. It's not here. Over here maybe? 300 pounds. Light! How do I know how much I'm gaining? THERE!"
With a whoop of triumph, she found a large ornate silver-and-gold cross buried underneath a book on a different table. As soon as she grabbed a hold of it, her body immediately stopped growing. However she didn't get smaller either. She looked down at herself, surveying the damage done to her. She was naked she realized, vaguely remembering through her shock as her bra popped off and her pants ripped to rags. She could not believe that the bloated, fat body she saw was once an athletic, trim body. It was odd that she could not see her whole body like she used to (like feet and legs). Her breasts were several times larger than before, resting on her much larger belly. She felt her thighs rubbing together, and her belly hanging down to almost her knees. Her fingers looked like fat sausages, and her arms seemed to rest further from her sides than normal. She could still stand and move around, but she knew she'd tire out quickly. Good thing Donna insisted I work out, or else I'd be stuck on the floor. Why do I feel so calm? (She felt calm because she was in a state of shock). I have to go after him. I have to stop him somehow. I have my cross now, maybe I can banish him.
She waddled towards the door, intent on following the demon. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she wasn't going to say here if she could help it.
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