A Demon's Bargain

I woke up feeling rejuvenated, satiated, and virile! I stretched languidly, my eyes barely open, enjoying the smell of night-blooming jasmine-

Night-blooming jasmine?!? Quickly, I turned my head, and verified that the sleeping woman next to me was, in fact, (Y/N). I started to panic as images from last night ran pell-mell through my mind.

Overwhelmed, I tried to sit up, to hold my head in my hands, when I felt my stomach hit my thighs! Horrified, I tore the sheet away, and couldn’t suppress a scream of abject repulsion at what I saw! “Ahhh!!!!”

I had grown a corpulent, fleshy belly! It hung down, completely covering my nethers! And I had stretchmarks! As (Y/N) sat up, awoken by my cries, I shrieked again, lest she see me in such a rotund state! “No! No, mistress! Avert your eyes!”

Quickly, I dove in entirety under the sheet, conscious of my gut making a conspicuous mound. “I have grown obese and portly! You mustn’t set eyes on me, I am wretched and disgusting-“

I felt (Y/N) tugging at the sheet, but I held fast. “-Don’t be ridiculous! How is that even possible? And even if you had love handles-“

I howled in despair. “Gahhhh! I am unworthy of our contract! You simply mustn’t behold me in this state!”

Apparently (Y/N) had had enough, as she took the tone of voice unique to women who have made a decision, and who are like to destroy you before changing their minds. “So you have a cute, little belly, Andy. I have one too. Come out from the sheets this minute! You’re being ridiculous!”

I stuck out just my head, not wanting to completely disobey her missive. (Y/N) smiled at me, but I didn’t dare smile back, lest I get a double-chin. “Awww, you’re adorable! Let me rub your tummy for luck!”

I scowled. “Absolutely not.” What in all the dominions was she on about? Rub a fleshy mound for providence?

(Y/N)’s brown eyes grew fierce, her gaze powerful. When she spoke, her voice was commanding. “Enough of your bullshit pride and ego. Give me your tum-tum!”

I wavered, startled, and (Y/N) ripped the sheet away from me, leaving my bloated abdomen bare before her! I cowered and tried to cover myself with my hands and tail, but (Y/N) promptly lightly smacked at my appendages until I relented, defeated.

I sat, miserable, while (Y/N) made a satisfied, feminine grunt as she rubbed little circles around my belly button. Which made me wonder why I had one of those things, anyway? Soon my patience with (Y/N)’s attempts to collect good fortune via friction with my excess adipose tissue grew thin. I did not like being fat!

I failed in my attempts to sound jolly and not as though I was whining. “My fairest maiden, please, I cannot bear being this way! I admit, I am vain; I like to exercise control over my appearance. I beg you, let me resume my customary form?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at me. “You’re still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen Andy, get over it.”

I felt a strange, warm feeling in my chest. “You believe that to be so? Even now?”

(Y/N) grinned at me. “Of course!”

Jubilant, I stood up on the bed, and raised my fists, outstretched, to the ceiling. “Let the entire world look upon me, then! Even in my flabbiness, my sweet, little nymphette still finds me comely! I need naught else with such praise!”

I sensed amusement, and realized I’d accidentally been shaking my limp cock and balls rather close to (Y/N)’s face, in my enthusiasm. Mildly embarrassed, I sat back down.

(Y/N) took my hand. “I’m going to go make some breakfast, Andy-man.” She kissed me quickly on the cheek, and I caught a quick whiff of her natural, floral perfume.

I nodded. “I will join you shortly, my a-” I feigned a light cough as I quickly swallowed the pet name I’d been about to use. “*ahem* Pardon! My alluring enchantress. I just wish to nip out to the balcony for a cigarette.”

I frowned as (Y/N) was dressing, realizing I had no clothing that would fit. “Mayhap, mistress, could you spare a pair of those pantaloons that have copious elastic, such that would encompass my tremendous, new girth? My clothing is all tailored-“

(Y/N) snorted at me, though I sensed merriment, and after a moment of rifling through her dresser, tossed me a pair of bloomers that appeared adequate to the task. “Try those on. I wear them as pajamas. I could get you some boxers, if you like. If you ever want to just be lazy.”

I wasn’t exactly a modern man, but I was fairly certain she didn’t mean a set of men to engage in fisticuffs, rather some sort of jodhpurs. Still, I wanted to be sure. I really didn’t see any need for fighting entertainment, much less how it would allow me to be slothful. “A form of britches for lazy people?”

She nodded as she eyed me, making me feel self-conscious, in her drawers. “Yes, underwear for men. Most guys wear either boxers or briefs, or sometimes boxer briefs. They have little slots you can pee out of. They call what you do, with no undies, going commando.”

I nodded, fascinated. “I don’t urinate very often, but that does seem utilitarian.” I inspected (Y/N)’s drawers, but couldn’t find any slots. “Where are they? There’s no special hole here that my phallus can reach without a bit of contortion-“

(Y/N) giggled. “Those are girl shorts, silly, not boxers. I’ll show you pictures later. I’m going to go make breakfast.”

I nodded, then winked out to the main room, startling (Y/N) on her way out from the bedroom. “Apologies, my sweet goddess! It is a unscrupulous habit.” She laughed at me as I donned my gloves and fetched my cigarettes before heading out to the balcony. I had a lot to think on.

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