…until one day, you hear creaking from the stairs. Slow, heavy footsteps. Groans of exhaustion.
For a split second, you remember the outside world…until the fleeting memory recedes again into the thick pool of gluttony your mind has become.
You call out—you need your fill…
“Phi…Philip…”
—
THE END

…and in their place, your most carnal form. Mouth full of whatever the demon feeds you. Stomach stuffed with more food than you’d ever need. Body engorged with fat that anchors you in place. Seed, collected in a warm, sticky pool in the hay beneath the deep cavern in your crotch.

Time passes…

And that’s how it began—as you sank your maw into that tray of muffins. Just a temporary need—to muster the energy to stand up again on your own. To escape this curse—to help the cursed.
But what truce can exist between endless feeding and a bottomless appetite.
Your rational thoughts…drift away…

Was it supernatural hypnosis? Or was it just magnifying those secret desires that always lived latent in your mind…now cursed to grow out of the dark recesses of your most base—your most instinctual—fantasies.
No. You couldn’t. You tried to snap out again.
But…just a few more muffins couldn’t hurt…

“And now I take care of my friends. Like big Shep here…and Liam, what a tiger…”
He lifts the tray of muffins to your maw.
“I can take care of you too. Feed you when you hunger. Fill the void of your desires—fantasy come alive.”
He leans in…glowing eyes. Your mind a haze.
“Do you want to join them?”

Philip picks up a muffin. You follow it as he moves his paw—anxiety replaced by craving.
“But you can’t stop someone like me. So instead we made a deal. They gave me this farm—and they turn a blind eye to my…interests.”
Philip holds it to your maw. The smell…the taste…
You can’t stop yourself…

“Of course a corp. desperate to stay alive would turn to the paranormal” growled Philip. You half listen as you fight off hunger—and rising arousal.
“They thought I could help. Until the people I met…started ballooning. Too much of a good thing—people notice.”
“And then they tried to get rid of me…”

Those muffins—your tongue rolls out of your maw. Saliva drips down. Your hunger ignites again…you shake yourself out of it.
“No, I know what you did. You and RevAg. I know why you’re…”
“RevAg?” says Philip. “Oh RevAg—you probably read the papers.” He chuckles.
“It’s a little simpler than that…”

The pale dog approaches—with a tray of muffins.
“There’s no need to be afraid. Just look at how happy this big dog is,” he says, patting your neighbor Shep’s massive belly. “And he’s always so hungry…”
Shep licks a muffin off his paw, moaning in delight.
Philip turns back to you. “Are you hungry?”

A figure stands in the shadow. Pale grey fur. Glowing eyes.
Your stomach sinks. The air, thick, humid—you can’t catch your breath. You begin panting deeply—heavy, labored. Your heart beats fast.
Too exhausted to stand up. Too heavy for the stairs.
But then Shep calls out again…
“fill…Philip…”

But your phone—no service. Shit.
You near your limit—legs burning. The stairs—it was hard enough to just come down…
You need to catch your breath...just one minute of rest… You slowly lower yourself next to Shep, your ass spreading out on the hay.
Then Shep calls out. “Fi…fill…”
You hear a step…

You’re right. I’m breathless right now 🙄

You see them sitting on hay—naked. So many—so incredibly obese. Unrecognizable. How did they get so massive…
And in the back—you see a collie…
“Shep…” you weakly call.
You did it. You found him—everyone.
A tide of relief. A break from the curse.
RevAg would pay. You dial a number. This ends now.
…

His face got so chubby! 🥰
Fletcher didn’t let up at all!

You can barely walk—your will declines. Dripping sweat. The house, empty except for a stairwell—a basement. You hold your phone, ready to call…in case…
You waddle down below—one step at a time.
Dim lights. Creaking wood beneath your mass. Heavy breaths. A strong musk.
Unexpectedly, you hear
“…fill”