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"Come now, Rosie. It's been weeks. You can't be mad at me forever."
The thing was, Rosie currently felt like she could be mad at Alastor forever with no problem.
"You played dirty, you little snake."
"Yes, and none of it would've happened if you'd agreed to fix my staff when I first asked you to."
Rosie crossed her arms annoyed. Alastor had barged his way into the emporium that morning. He always did this but Rosie was in no mood to tolerate it.
"I'm not your pet anymore but that doesn't mean we cannot longer be..."
Rosie raised an eyebrow at that implication.
"Acquaintances!" Rosie scoffed and rolled her eyes again.
Alastor would cut his tongue off before calling anyone his friend. "Please? I miss our old little chats."
He made his way to the counter, opened a box of lady fingers and helped himself to them. Rosie narrowed her eyes.
"Don't you miss gossiping? Hmm?"
The audacity, she thought. He tricked her, broke their contract and now he dared to come into her house and raid her cabinets without permission. He clearly lacked some manners.
"I bet you want to know some juicy information I recently got from that pathetic excuse of a king." He said right before demolishing his fifth finger.
But Rosie was currently devising an entire plan of her own.
"You know, Alastor. You're right." She spoke in her usual sweet tone. "I can't be mad at you forever."
His perpetual smile turned into a smirk. "I figured."
Her blood boiled. "How about you tell me all about the short king at dinner tonight."
"Oh? Of course! Why don't we go to Angelo's? My treat." He said.
"No, no. Let me cook for you, my deer." He got suspicious at this.
"You know poison doesn't work on me, right?"
"Oh, don't be silly. I would never consider poisoning you!"
He hummed, still unsure but at the end he shrugged. "Very well then, my dear. I'll be here at seven. Is that alright?"
"Seven it is." She agreed. "Come with an appetite."
"Always." He said, biting a sixth finger as he made his way to the door. Oh, she would teach him some manners.
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Rosie made sure no one would bother her that evening at the emporium. Alastor arrives early. He's wearing a very lovely purple suit Rosie hadn't seen before.
"You dressed for the occasion!" She tells him.
"Of course, my dear."
"I hope you're hungry."
"Oh, you know me. I'm always hungry."
"That's what I like to hear." She prepared a four-course meal. Every course cannibal, knowing Alastor wouldn't be able to resist.
"I know how much you like eyeballs." She tells him as he's taking his usual seat at her table. One of his ears twitches as she approaches with two plates of eyeballs soup.
"Oh Rosie. You spoil me." She rubs his shoulders from behind before taking her seat.
They chat idly. Rosie temporarily ignoring why she was mad at him in the first place. He brings her juicy gossip of what's happening at the hotel although now that their deal is broken, he can choose to keep some information to himself only. He asks for seconds of the soup and now it's her turn to keep him updated on the whimsical things that have happened in cannibal town since the last extermination. Eventually she notices his plate almost empty again.
"Would you like another helping, sugar?"
Both his ears stand up. "No, Rosie. I think I'm ready for the next course." He says as he taps his mouth with a napkin.
She stands up and the next things he sees is a huge brain in front of him, so bloody his mouth starts watering. Rosie doesn't want him to take too much of a break between courses.
He eats with gusto, not doing too much of the talking anymore. He wants to enjoy this. Rosie could watch him eat all day. He appreciates a good meal and it shows in the way he licks his lips and also the way he doesn't pace himself. As if he thinks someone or something might take it from him. It's almost adorable. She starts on her own plate although she's lost some of her appetite, okay, maybe not lost per se, but it has shaped into something else entirely. Alastor finishes his plate and Rosie notices his empty glass. She fills it again with blood.
"Would you like to finish mine?" She says innocent.
"I..." He stares at her plate. "I shouldn't."
"Oh, come on. It wouldn't be the first time."
And it certainly won't be the last, she thinks.
"You're not hungry?" He asks.
"I ate earlier. But don't you worry about little old me. Enjoy yourself." She passes him her plate and he doesn't give it much of a second thought before he's digging in.
The sinners Rosie got the brains from must have been pretty big, Alastor thinks, not as big as Zeezi but closer to her size than the average sinner. Rosie roughly ate a quarter of it so by the time he's almost done he has slowed down significantly.
"Hope you're not getting full. You still have the main course."
Alastor wouldn't say he's full but he's not hungry either. He puts a hand on his stomach and notices his trousers pressing slightly into his belly.
"Delicious as always, my dear. But don't worry, I still have room." He pats his stomach. "Besides, it's nothing my demon form couldn't handle."
"Oh, I'm glad you touched the subject. I expect you NOT to use the demon form." She stands up going for the third-course and dissapearing from Alastor’s peripheral vision.
"Oh? And why not?" He raises his voice so she can hear him.
"Well, you see, I don't think you'd appreciate this meal the same if you go and just use it as fuel for your powers. Powers I gave you, by the way."
"Not this again. Rosie, I-" He's interrupted by a huge plate being put in front of him.
"You?" Rosie asks him.
"I... I don't think I can handle this without using my demon form." Alastor suspects the leg in front of him belonged to the same sinner as the first brain he consumed, judging by the size of it.
"Oh, but you can. And you will." Rosie grabs him by the chin. Not too rough but not gentle either. "You're always bragging about that big appetite of yours. Now it's your chance to prove it. I don't want any leftovers, understood, sweetie?"
Alastor's ears are pinned to the back of his head.
"I'm not your pet anymore."
"I know but you can't deny you like this kind of treatment, don't ya, darling?" Her grip on his chin tightens and he notices his cock giving a little tweak. Rosie releases him and takes her seat. "Come on, dig in."
Alastor sighs and stares at the leg on the table. It does look delicious and now that he's been challenged he can't help but wonder if he can actually manage to eat it whole. He starts from the ankle, as the thigh is usually the most exquisite part of it but also the largest. He paces himself as Rosie steadily drinks from her glass staring at him.
"You know, I think it's ironic a sinner with a big appetite like yours is as thin as a rail."
He humms.
"Although, I have to admit some of it must be my fault."
Alastor's ear twitches.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you've gained weight since you're back in the city."
He stares at her but keeps on eating. It's true he's been eating better since he's been out of her grasp. Perhaps overindulging a little bit but nothing serious, he's sure she can see his weight gain only because she's looking for it.
"Is that why you pulled that little stunt and ran away from me? I wasn't feeding you well?"
He swallows and feels his throat dry so he takes a sip of his own glass.
"Ya could've just said so, love." She teases him more. Because it's fun but also to keep him distracted from the fact that his stomach is getting fuller and fuller with every bite.
He's halfway through the thigh when he leans back into his seat and shifts uncomfortably.
"Full?" Rosie asks him. He doesn't answer but a hiccup slips out making his stomach ache. He rubs at it and notices how distended it has become. He parts his legs, his stomach needs the space and he's uncomfortably hard because of Rosie's words but also because of the way he's been stuffing his belly.
"I'll give you a reward if you pop at least one button."
He furrows his brow. "A reward? I'm no longer your-uuurp!" But he's interrupted by Rosie's foot reaching out to him under the table, touching the underside of his belly and forcing a burp out of him. Then her foot touches him through his clothed cock. He jumps and the motion makes his belly ache, he hiccups again.
"Come on, you're so close. Look at how strained they already are."
He looks down and sure enough his buttons are barely holding on. When did he get so full? Rosie rubs his crotch with her foot and he can't help the moan that escapes his throat.
"Be a good deer for me." He resumes his eating, this time he drains every bite with a sip of blood. Rosie smiles wickedly, he really is forcing himself to finish.
"I'm sorry I didn't pay enough attention to you, darling. Apparently all you wanted was to be pampered and fattened up like a spoiled pet."
She keeps rubbing his dick with her foot while he fills his stomach more and more. She notices a faint blush across his cheeks.
"Oh? Did I get that right? That's exactly what you wanted?"
He takes a long sip.
"Well, I won't make the same mistake again. You'll be nice and plump in no time."
~Riiiiiip~
Alastor moans and Rosie runs out of words to say for the first time in the whole evening. He didn't just pop two of the buttons of his shirt, he also ripped it, the hole showing a big portion of his belly, his fur there looking scattered due to how distended it is at the moment. Rosie means to tease him now more than ever but she notices he's still eating, determined to finish the leg so she just stands up and walks to his end of the table.
"Good boy." She unbuttons his trousers and his round stomach pushes the zipper down. He moans again. "What a good belly. Keep eating for me." She pats his stomach before shoving a hand into his underwear, he winces at the contact at first until she starts a steady rhythm, jerking him off while he finishes the last portion of the leg.
"It's like you get turned on by eating this much."
"Rosie-"
"Does it feel good? To lose control like this? To be so full?"
"I-urp- I need-"
"What do you need, sweetheart?"
"I'm-" He moans again. "I'm thirsty."
"And you want more! Oh Alastor. Nothing's stopping you now. You'll be so fat in no time."
It's embarrassing how quickly he comes but considering she's been giving him a foot job for the most part of the evening, she's gonna let that slide. Alastor's blinded by the pleasure for a few minutes. He hears Rosie's footsteps leaving the room and after a moment he hears her coming back. He opens his eyes lazily but the haze clears when he notices what's she's holding on both hands.
"You know, you look so adorable all stuffed and blissed out that I almost forgot this was supposed to be a lesson. A punishment."
"Punishment?" He's out of breath, his lungs don't have enough room to expand with the way his stomach is filled to the brim. "For what?"
"For breaking our deal, of course! But also for lacking manners."
"What?" He furrows his brow.
"You know, I would never say no to you but it's always nice to ask first." She opens the lid of the box and he swallows as he sees the contents of it.
"I physically can't eat anymore, darling."
"I think I told you this was a four-course meal."
He remembers. She did tell him that.
"This is dessert."
"Rosie, I can't."
"You will."
"I might burst."
"We're in hell, love. If you do, you'll regenerate."
"Please, Rosie, no more-"
"Uh bup bup! I think you're forgetting who's in charge here." His cock gives a weak twitch and he curses to himself. "Open up." He doesn't have enough time to prepare himself before Rosie is shoving the first lady finger into his mouth. He chews but before he can properly swallow he's being fed another one, and then another, and then another.
"Wait- mph!"
Rosie pulls his hair and shoves three fingers into his mouth, keeping it shut with her hand so he can't do anything but swallow.
"You come here all smug and petulant after doing me dirty..."
He swallows and when he comes up for air another mouthful of fingers is being shoved into his maw.
"You raid my cabinets without even asking."
He can't believe he's getting hard again.
"I'm sor--"
"You want to eat? Fucking eat then."
She keeps on feeding him and feeding him. He quits trying to stop her and just cradles his gut with both hands, it grows heavier and fuller, it occurs to him, it might actually burst, he whimpers and keeps on swallowing. Eventually he's eating the last lady finger of the box. It was a big box. He's panting and he's hazed. Rosie puts the half full bottle of blood near his reach on the table.
"You said you were thirsty, didn't you?"
He thinks for a moment that she's gonna force him to drink but she doesn't, she just leaves the bottle there. He's absolutely stuffed but he's also very thirsty.
"Drink your fill, sweetie."
He sighs but it comes out shallow. He grabs the bottle and drinks from it. He can feel the food all the way up to his throat but he keeps drinking, because he needs it, because he wants to prove her he can finish. He does but by the end of it he doesn't have the energy to put the empty bottle on the table so she takes it from him.
"Hmph." His eyes widen.
"Oh no, don't you go throwing up on me, mister!"
But all that comes out of his mouth is a belch.
"Excuse me." He says defeated, out of breath, he's not really sorry but he fears she's going to feed him even more if she catches him lacking manners.
"You did so well." She tells him and she rubs the taut dome of his stomach.
"Gentle." He pants. "Please... so full."
She's gentle, rubbing it ever so lightly. "Look at you."
He looks down dumbly. He feels drunk. His stomach sits big and proud on his lap pinning him to the chair. He touches it and presses down on it softly, it barely gives.
"What a good belly." Rosie coos. "Holding so much. So full and tight." She pats it and he whimpers. "I bet it feels good."
He's nodding before he catches himself doing so. She keeps massaging his stomach and she forces a couple more belches out of him.
"Well, sugar. This was very fun but I'm feeling awfully tired. I hope you've learned your lesson."
Rosie is walking away before he can process what's happening.
"Wait..." he says. "You're leaving me here?"
"Sweetie, I don't think you can move right now."
She's right, he's not going anywhere with his stomach filled to the absolute brim but he was expecting her to keep him company.
"Please, turn off the lights on your way out when you can move again."
His answer is a weak little hiccup.
"Oh! And I want you here tomorrow at the same time."
"What for?"
"What else? To have dinner together again, silly. If you could manage a four-course meal I'm sure you'll be able to handle my seven-course meal!"
"T-tomorrow?"
"Yes! And the day after that and the day after that."
"Rosie, dear. I don't think I can handle this kind of meal on a daily basis."
"Alastor, honey. I don't recall asking you if you could. I said I want you here tomorrow. Understood?"
He swallows. "Understood."
"Good. Like I said, you'll be round and fat in no time. Good night, sweetie."
"Night, Rosie."
She leaves the dining room but stops at the door, spying on him. Alastor is so out of it he doesn't suspect he's being watched. He rubs his belly with both hands delicately, like it hurts if he touches it the wrong way.
He could use his demon form and burn the load on his stomach in a couple of minutes. He's free to do so but he doesn't and that's the most satisfying part for Rosie. How he's still obedient to every word she says even after breaking their deal. How much he likes this. Doing what he's told, stuffing his belly silly.
"So full..." Rosie hears him murmur, his eyelids fluttering as one of his hands reaches down and touches his cock.
"So good." He growls now, jerking off with one hand while he tenderly rubs his taut stomach with the other.
It occurs to Rosie that he'll start associating a huge meal and a stuffed belly with the pleasure of a hand job, she'll have to step up her game and give him a blowjob too while he's eating his fill. All is going according to her plans. She may not own his soul anymore but she'll be responsible for the way his body grows. Round and fat in no time, indeed.