There exists a faction of demons that call the reaches of hell their home. You know them as the succubus, luring the lustful through shear attraction and seduction. Devi the devourer is one such example, who would do just that and live up to her name. She flew through the night and slithered through windows, invading the dreams of those asleep. She easily seduced them, occupying their mind while she sapped their life essence. At the climax of the dreamy intercourse, their soul was her's. The victim's soul is ripe and valuable when they are performing a sin, in this case lust. Devi collected plenty of souls, mostly men but there were women too who were swayed by her advances. Anyone who was attracted to her female form was in danger of falling victim to Devi or any other succubus. But one night, Devi found something else to devour.
Having spent all her time in the bedroom, Devi wondered what else was in a human home. It was all foreign to her. She opened the door and explored the rest of the house, looking at mundane things with more intrigue than they usually earned. She didn't understand most of it, but what intrigued her most was the tall, shiny, white box in the kitchen that we know as a fridge. It had handles, begging to be pulled open like a door, she was familiar with those. Devi felt the cool air spill forth and the white light glow out as she surveyed the selection inside. The shelves were filled with different shapes and colours, and a sweet aroma caught her attention most. Devi has a scattered knowledge of human cultures, and cakes like this one was something she knew of. She hadn't tried one before, and she felt drawn to it much like her victims were to her. With no knowledge of etiquette, she dug into the cake with her hands. It made her face messy and splattered on her chest. The chocolate flavour excited Devi, and she happily gobbled it all down. Demanding more, she grabbed additional things from the fridge. Milk, cuts of meat, yogurt, butter, cheese, everything you would think could be in a fridge. Her stomach hurt by the time she emptied it, but she was very happy
Devi had a new tradition, after consuming souls she would consume some carbs, sugar, and fat. She followed her nose to find other food around the house and ate those too. Packets of candies and boxes of cookies were added to her list of consumed victims. With no care for nutrition, she ate whatever appealed most, in any amount she wanted. While Devi was not fully human, she was still not immune to the effects of excess, processed calories. It quickly had their effect, adding a couple of pounds to her midsection and her thighs. Her slender waist became wider and rounded instead, and the area around her navel was now soft and doughy. It seemed to add to her appeal slightly, making her more curvy and giving her body more of a squish when touched. Her bust saw some benefit as well, as did her rear asset. Feeling rewarded for rewarding herself, she continued the cycle of sapping souls and clearing out pantries. Each house had new snacks and treats she could enjoy and pick favourites from. As she went from house to house, bed to bed, there was more reason and opportunity to eat and snack.
Devi squeezed through the window, she had been needing to open them more and more, wider and taller. As a succubus, Devi never wore much. She and her kind purposefully dressed in skimpy outfits that showed a lot of skin. Thin straps and near invisible thongs, scandalous tops with deep V cuts or windows to showcase cleavage. Generous crop tops or bikini style outfits to leave the tummy uncovered. Borderline lingerie sometimes transparent and teasing any viewer by showing almost everything and leaving next to nothing to the imagination. This meant that every pound of excess fat Devi gained would be obvious and plain to see. As her features grew bigger, they curved out more and slightly drooped with weight. She oozed and bulged as the padding of softness thickened on her body. Her squishy paunch expanded more and hung down in front a bit, a fold forming across the middle. Complete with plump arms and plumper legs, Devi had eaten her way into a new weight class. And while some extra pounds helped her at first to seduce horny victims, the weight was doing fewer favours as it continued to pile on. More and more people were resisting her advances, not turned on by the fat saturated demon who jiggled a bit much for their liking. This frustrated Devi to no end, who had to now put in extra effort to fit her plus sized body through whatever opening was big enough into each home. Denying it was her new body and not wanting to stop her bonus feasting, she kept up her hefty hobby.
