Your new outfit could hardly be called one. It seems more fitting to be underwear or a swimsuit thatn actual daywear. It hugs your body in all the right and wrong places, feeling that special kind of snug that doesn't feel uncomfortable and makes you feel sexy for filling out your clothes just right. It has a floral pattern of orange-colored roses. Samdathiel heaves himself off the couch and waddles over to you, who lets out a pleased whistle.
"Turned out even better on you than I thought! I can't wait to see how it looks when you fill it out properly!"
"Fill it out properly?! What are you saying?"
"Weren't you listening mortal? You are now my slave. That means I get to use your body in any way I please."
"I'm no demon's sex slave!"
"You are, mortal. These protests are getting rather tiring. And while I won't hesitate to enjoy your body that way, the REAL pleasure will come from fattening you up!"
"I don't want to be fat! I'm not gonna let you eat me!"
"But I don't want to eat you, girl."
"Then why fatten me up?"
"Because that is what I do. I am a demon of gluttony. Even if I didn't bother with it you would grow fatter and fatter just by being in my service."
"I'm NOT in your service!"
"YES. YOU. ARE!" Samdathiel roars, causing you to fall backwards, your butt landing on the cold tile of the kitchen. You curl up into the fetal position, scared witless by this monstrosity. After a few minutes, Samdathiel visibly calms.
"I shouldn't lose my temper like that in front of you. We're going to be spending an eternity together, and I want you to be my servant willingly."
You uncurl and look up at Samdathiel. The look on his face is somewhere between sheepish and smug.
"So, if I'm your servant, what do I have to do? Well...aside from the obvious. You need me to clean? Do laundry? Some crap like that?"
"No no no!" Samdathiel replies. "I would not think to have my personal slave stoop to doing work! I have demon slaves to do that kind of stuff. All you will do is relax. Lounge around. Wallow in the luxury I will provide you. If you wish to...couple with your master, I will do so, but not without your consent. Let it not be said that I am a harsh master. And of course, you will be required to eat whatever I give you, without complaint or struggle."
"And if I refuse?"
"You will not."
Samdathiel waves his hand and a massive table appears, laden with food and drink of all sorts. Gourmet delights like duck a l'orange are intermingled with more plebian things like cheeseburgers. Sweet fruits drape over everything, and there is enough wine to fill a swimming pool, poured into small goblets that line the table. Samdathiel waves his hand again and a throne appears at the end of the table. He points to it, ordering you to sit down. You do so, if only for fear of him.
"Now slave, you will eat."
You shake your head, but the intoxicating smell of everything is hard to resist, especially when your stomach gurgles softly. Samdathiel glowers at you.
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