A Demon's Bargain

I felt better, knowing that (Y/N) did, indeed, love me. It gave me the courage to deal with my horrid, new gut.

Careful to keep out of the kitchen (women were universally sensitive about having their food preparatory places incurred upon without invitation), I tried for a casual tone. “Pray tell me, my fairest maiden, if you have any spare containers of plastic? That sort that pips closed so easily, generally used for the storage of human foodstuffs?”

(Y/N) took her pan off of the burner and dished the contents onto two plates. I couldn’t help but be curious; it smelled so tantalizing! Perhaps that was another sign I carried a child in my belly?

(Y/N) handed me a plate and sat down at her kitchen table. “You mean Tupperware?”

I nodded, sniffing at the plate of human food in my hands. It had the appearance of egg scramble, but the odor was much more promising! “What is this?”

(Y/N) smiled at me, her eyes dark and warm. “It’s scrambled eggs! I just added a little cheese and some spices; I think it makes it taste better. Be careful, it’s hot. Why do you need Tupperware?”

I joined her at the table, intrigued. I poked the yellow-ish pile with a fork, easily distracted from my earlier thoughts by the delectable smell coming off of it.

I frowned as I realized that all the human food she was feeding me would inevitably require me to defecate. I hated the very act! It always made me feel as though I needed to shower immediately afterwards. How humans could bear it, I was uncertain.

(Y/N) looked concerned. “You don’t have to eat any. I can make a separate batch with no-“

My eyes shot wide as I felt a small echo of her distress. “-No-no, mistress! The problem is how delightful it smells. It beckons to me, truly. I just…” I made a face, not wanting to discuss bodily elimination. It was the foulest of acts, and (Y/N) was eating!

(Y/N) looked at me hopefully, and I sighed. I realized, with reluctance, that I’d have to clarify my gastrointestinal functioning at some point. “I do not usually eat human food. When I do, I digest much as you do. That, er, means I will have to…” I struggled to get it out. “I will have to… void the residue.” I cleared my throat. “Meaning, number two.”

I felt my whole head turn red with shame, but (Y/N) only giggled at me, her amusement tasting absolutely charming. “Don’t worry, Andy, I have lots of toilet paper. I have to poop almost every day! Sometimes more than once.”

I made a face as soon as she said the word. “My enchantress, I assure you, I would never have guessed you did so, if I did not reason that such a thing must be true, as it is with all humanity.”

(Y/N) just chuckled at me. With that, I decided, it would be acceptable to eat some of the foodstuffs. If my sweetest siren had to purge so frequently, and showed such incredible bravery in the face of excrement, I too could stand to endure such trials myself, on occasion. Furthermore, I suspected not sharing in her culinary concoction might hurt her feelings.

As soon as I took my first bite, I was glad I had gathered my courage! I hummed happily to myself as I let the cheesy-egginess roll around my tongue. Scrumptious!

(Y/N) smiled at me. “You like it?”

I nodded vigorously as I scooped another mouthful. “Yash! Idz dewiscious!” Immediately, I felt embarrassment for speaking with a mouth full of vittles. Fortunately, (Y/N) seemed to pay my faux pas no heed.

However, after a while of silent food consumption, she asked me a question that made my blood run cold. “So you weren’t expecting to get a new tummy from having sex?”

I set my fork down, nervous. “No. Generally, such a noticeable gain of weight does not occur following the ingestion of sensual pleasures.”

(Y/N) promptly asked exactly what I had hoped she would not. “So, when does it occur usually? Or is this the first time again?”

I ran my hand through my hair, struggling with how to answer her question. I felt that strange, nagging feeling, almost an unpleasant tickle. I recalled how, in the past, I had generally ignored it. At those times, terrible things had followed.

I couldn’t allow tragedy to touch (Y/N)! I never wanted to experience the feeling of loss again! I gritted my teeth and resolved to tell (Y/N) everything. Perhaps, then, we would not be parted; I could finally find the redemption and meaning I’d been yearning for!

I grasped my fork firmly to try and calm my anxiety. “I know that you are aware I am a demon, that you suspect I benefit from what happens, eh, after a contract has ended.”

(Y/N) stopped eating and looked at me with her full attention. I could not sense her emotions, they were crowded out by my own. “Well, you are right. The anguish of women is much stronger and feeds my kind beyond what happiness can accomplish, even over vast distances.”

I felt a rush of sentiments, unfamiliar and disturbing. I felt mildly dizzy. Still, I pushed onwards with my confession. “What I suspect has happened to me is that I am overfed. My body cannot handle the profound strength of your pleasure while still absorbing the passive misery that is constantly coming my way.”

I decided to remain silent about the possibility of a transformation and pregnancy, for the time being. We would shortly both see if I was wrong about the cause of my new girth and if instead I was with child. That did not change the need to reveal to (Y/N) the whole of my nature.

She slowly cocked her head at me. “You feed off of heartbreak? From the women you have left behind?”

I nodded, feeling the iron grip of dread tight around my heart. “Yes.”

(Y/N)’s expression did not change, and she said nothing. I felt despair begin to take hold. “Do you now detest me, knowing what I am? I have always been a parasite, I do not know any other way to be.”

Still she said nothing, and I felt myself start to tear up with frustration. Would she reject me now? “I suppose, in your human world, I am a monster. But, if it means anything, I would become human, to be with you, if I could, so you would not hate me, and could still be mine.”

I hesitated, near whimpering, like some ass! “I just don’t want to die, especially so bloody quickly, like a human. And I don’t want you to die either!”

I felt (Y/N) take the fork from my hand and replace it with her reassuring grip. I was ashamed to feel tears running down my face as I lost control. “I am scared, (Y/N)! I have been changing, I think I am ill, I might be-“

(Y/N) shushed me, rubbing my clawed fingers with her much smaller hand. “-It will be ok, Andy! Don’t cry; I still love you! I will always love you! We’ll figure things out, ok?”

Her words were like a soothing balm, and I smiled as I ate more egg scramble, sniffling like a weakling. (Y/N) made a transparent attempt to distract me from my misery, which pleased me. “What did you need Tupperware for?”

I smirked at her. “Your sweet gratification has over-filled me, and thus, I simply wish to store the excess, rather than have this pendulous belly.”

(Y/N) looked intrigued as she took our empty plates to her kitchen. Afterwards, she indicated to me to follow her. She led me to the small pantry, and opened a cabinet.

It was full of containers! I grinned widely, feeling overindulged and enjoying it. “Ah, my domestic queen! You are so well prepared! How you spoil me! Perhaps I’ll be able to share with you a little treat...”

I took a larger-sized container and matching lid down from the shelf and set them closer to me. This was the moment of revelation. I would either be able to purge myself of the excess sustenance, or I’d have to admit I was truly becoming a woman.

Carefully, I pushed, and was delighted when I felt the familiar sensation of energy easily leaving me and forming at my lips! I closed my eyes and kept pushing, holding my hands out to catch the globe, until I could feel the bolus was just about the right size for the container.

I pulled it away smoothly, and opened my eyes, intending to offer (Y/N) a taste as a bit of a delicacy, self-defeating though it might be. But what I saw in my hands made my jaw drop. The sphere in my hands was a cool blue!

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