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Bigger Than He Bargained For

By Shalion

Chapter Three

It took a week for Terry's mother to find any clothes that would fit her quarter ton son, but mostly because she refused to use the internet to order plus-sized clothing. "I don't trust the sizes," she would complain. "The clothes would come in and they'd be too small for you, and we'd be out the money to ship them back." This seemed to concern her greatly, no matter the amount of gas she spent driving towards various plus-sized outlets with nothing but some of Terry's hasty measurements scribbled on a post-it note.

At least Beel had complimented Terry after his father wrapped the yellow measuring tape loosely around his waist and measured 89 inches; naturally, Beel was the only one who would compliment such an "achievement." Since everyone was measuring him anyways, Terry took some time out to calculate his "BMI" or Body Mass Index. Since he had put on several more pounds in the past week, he calculated a BMI of 75.3 for himself, which was completely off of most of the scales he found which featured "Morbidly Obese" in bright red letters starting at a BMI of 40; there was no higher category, and the charts normally stopped at 50. It shocked Terry that he was almost twice that now.

"Let's shoot for 100." Beel laughed quietly to the young fox before Terry closed down the BMI program on his phone. Sighing, he let the matter of his BMI go for the time being. Terry had bigger things to worry about than his surging body mass index after all.

"What is this?" Terry grimaced as he examined the hideous garment that his mother had finally produced after looking for a week for something Terry could wear. "Is this a dress?" Despite having finished puberty a few years ago, the teenager's voice cracked embarrassingly as he said this to his mother.

"It is not a dress," said Terry's mother too forcefully. "It is a muumuu, and it's the only thing that could possibly fit you at this point."

'This has to be a joke...' thought Terry to himself as he tried and failed to imagine himself walking around in public with this... this tent draping around him, fluttering at the ankles. He never in his wildest dreams expected a Simpson's episode to become his reality. He gave his mother a pathetic look as he held the muumuu to his chest; the generous yet shapeless quantity of fabric at least draping voluminously across his broad front.

The vixen was merciless however, producing four more of the things from her shopping bag. "You're the one who thinks it's alright to be the size that you are." She didn't say the words "disgusting pig," but the cutting glare from her eyes made it clear to Terry that they or something similar was on his mother's mind as she showed him the reams of multicolored fabric.

Terry might have been able to claim to his father at least that his mother was attempting to force him to wear women's clothing, but the dark blue and grey colors and striped patterns seemed unisex, though they reminded the young fox of hospital scrub colors. He was only able to console himself with the fact that once he had a checking account, he would be able to order more suitable clothes from the internet. "I'll just have to make this work for now..." he thought grimly as he pulled on the loose, billowing fabric over his head.

The garment had seemed initially like an unruly mass of spare cloth, but Terry's huge body filled it quickly, as it turned out. Slipping the tube of fabric over his middle, the fox found that the cloth folded over and caught on the big dome of his upper belly. He had to push it forward, and it only reluctantly fell over his full, wide front. Terry's mother walked forward with a sigh to pull the fabric all the way down as Terry struggled to loosen the cloth again as it gathered around his navel, where his lower belly and love handles flared briefly. There was only slight resistance with his mother helping.

"Not much extra room..." Terry complained as his mother stepped away and he took a few experimental steps forward, feeling as the fabric pinched under his arm pits where the sleeves bit into his massive upper arms, the flesh pooling out like overstuffed sausages exploding their casings. The muumuu also seemed to hang not from his shoulders as he was expecting, but rather from where his upper belly jutting out in front of him, as well as sides of his breasts which were currently propping up his arms more than a little. Even more surprisingly, the cloth tugged a bit at his ass; Terry hadn't been aware he had been getting quite so big back there. The garment was overall not tight, but he could tell that a few extra inches would change that. He'd be lucky if these dresses lasted even a month at the rate he was growing.

"God help you if you get too fat to wear these, Terry," his mother growled, examining her massive son with a critical eye, especially for his breasts and upper belly, which were prominent in the muumuu, even if it hid his fattened, hanging paunch and thick legs mostly from view. Without comment, she reached forward and pinched the soft fat where it was exploding out of the tight sleeves hard between two claws. She didn't even say anything as she did it!

"Ow!" Terry yelped helplessly, not understanding his mother's glowering expression. "What did you do that for?"

She didn't give him an answer, only throwing her arm down at her side. "Well, now you don't have an excuse for staying cooped up inside all day. You should go out for a walk... or something!"

Terry's face slackened, upset again that his mother was so bothered by the way he looked. "Fffine!" He growled, rubbing his chubby paws at the corners of his snout, "I'll go outside. I'm tired of being stuck inside anyways!"

His mother didn't argue with him, instead folding up the new muumuus and taking them to Terry's room. There was plenty of space in his closet and drawers now that he had permanently stored his non-ruined clothing in boxes down in the basement. His mother hadn't let him throw anything away, though Terry knew that he wouldn't need them again.

Terry had walked to the end of the kitchen, almost out into the shop proper before he thought to turn back towards where his mother had gone.

"D-didn't you get me any underwear?" He asked, though only with faint hope at this point.

"You don't need any with what you're wearing..." Terry's mother's voice rang out from the back, eliciting a heavy sigh from the fattened fox as he turned and pushed his way out of the door, the left side of his belly and hip brushing against the doorframe as he passed.

Grunting as he passed the doorframe, the things seemed alarmingly narrow nowadays, Terry belatedly realized that the shop was not empty. The young fox felt the eyes of customers like hot lasers on his soft hide as the person nearest the glass counter containing the stacks of various doughnuts, muffins and cookies noticed him. Terry moved as quickly as he could out from behind the counter, scooting himself sideways because the aisle was too narrow to walk properly with his wide, swaying hips.

"Excuse me!" he said quickly, voice cracking again as he lifted up the counter flap and shot out the front door of the bakery, the dingling bell hurting his ears as he left the customers and his father behind to step out into the full day, their eyes making his back feel warm and uncomfortable even when they were out of sight.

Heavy belly slamming against his thighs as he jogged down the street, Terry felt the heavy shocks to his knees and lower back caused by his immense weight and knew that he needed to slow down; even with his demonically enhanced strength, he was liable to hurt himself if he was careless. Heart thumping in his thick neck, Terry ducked into a nearby alley as soon as one opened up, not having passed anyone on the street thankfully. He threw his back against a cool brick wall and bent over, breath heaving from equal parts fright and from hauling his quarter-ton bulk around at a pace much faster than he had ever done before; his calf muscles began to burn as the exertion caught up with him.

"You know, I'm impressed," said Beel conversationally into Terry's ear, "I think you peeled out of the shop faster in this muumuu than if you had just gone nude."

"Shut up, Beel." Terry gasped, pushing up from bending over his massive belly. The fatty appendage squished hard between the fox's wrists and forearms as it got in the way of his hands on his chunky knees; just the act of bending over had the grand apron of white-furred fat trying to surge onto his knees beneath the muumuu. If he got much larger, he wouldn't be able to put his hands on his knees at all, Terry knew, or rather when he got larger.

"You're not the one in a fucking dress out in public!" Terry added as he leaned back against the wall, taking the pressure off of his lower back as he rested. At his size, he probably shouldn't have been able to recover without sitting down for a while, but the young fox felt his leg muscles begin to cool even as he remained standing.

"Technically, I am in a dress." Beel snarked.

"You know what I mean..." said Terry distractedly as he leaned back out of the alleyway. There were people walking about, but nobody nearby. While Terry was still deciding on his next hiding place, Beel spoke again and so loudly that the fox flinched, thinking someone might overhear.

"Seriously, kid, you need to stop acting like an idiot." The fox's fat rippled against Terry's buried body, feeling almost like he was submerged in a bath, the water pulling him forward towards the mouth of the alley. The sensation of momentum was surprisingly convincing even though he wasn't going anywhere; vaguely, Terry could feel his lard moving in the opposite direction just under the skin at his distal sides as the fat swirled unnaturally. The young fox found himself stumbling forward half a step even as Beel went on. "Get this chunky ass on out there and strut your stuff, wherever you're going."

"Beel, stop it!" Terry cried, throwing out an arm to keep himself from being carried forward by the simulated current of fat he felt all around the slender torso buried inside his surging flanks. "I can't l-let people s-see me dressed like this!" For the second time that day, Terry's voice cracked. In front of his mother, he had felt defiant and had been determined to charge out from under her thumb, but out here, despite not many people being around, he had immediately changed his mind. Terry did not want to be known as that huge fox who was too fat to wear anything but muumuus, despite the reality of the situation.

Terry found himself stepping forward again, as if he were being carried along in the imaginary current, but he maintained his firm grip on the brick wall with his claws and set his thick legs firmly, pushing the side of his massive self against the solidly stone wall. Beel growled.

"Terry, you're acting ridiculous. You weigh five-hundred pounds. That's hardly unusual. People get to your size all on their own all the time, with hardly any influence at all from the big guy downstairs."

"Okay, but most of them aren't dressed in muumuus!" Terry dickered stubbornly. Turning his snout skyward, he moaned, "Why couldn't Mom have found me some sweatpants..." He wouldn't have minded as much going shirtless despite the massive size of his jiggling jugs.

"So what if it's a muumuu?" Beel sighed, finally dialing down the torrent of fat seeming to push against Terry's buried torso. "It's still something to wear, and you need to get used to presenting yourself to other people." After a pause, he added, "You already came out to your folks. This is just the next step to getting your life back into order."

Terry's anxiety toned down a notch as he listened to the spirit possessing the fat of his body. Beel was probably right after all, despite being a dark spirit from Sheol. So far at least, the demonic spirit hadn't really steered him wrong, despite the antagonistic tone he often took. The heavy fox straightened away from the wall, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to center himself. "Alright, I can do this," he said out loud to himself.

He could sense Beel settling, the fat on him becoming inert and mere weight hanging on his chunky frame; that said far more to Terry than mere words of approval or encouragement. Terry stepped out of the alleyway.

There was no cry of alarm or surprise, no villagers pounding down the street to barbecue the fat fox lad as Terry forced his thick legs to carry him down the street, no particular destination in mind. The fact that he was wandering was alright, though. After months of being trapped inside his parents' bakery, just being outside felt so good. It did help that there weren't many people around, and many of these were too busy with their phones to look at him. The only ones who openly stared were kids, and, well, what did Terry care about what some stupid little kids thought? That's what he told himself anyways as he waddled down the street.

The town where Terry lived wasn't huge and the Main Street area gave way to a large park with houses built on hills beyond that. Terry took a seat on a bench to rest his legs which were beginning to burn again for the exercise of carrying his quarter-ton frame around. His ass took up the entire two seater, his thighs squishing out roundly to the sides like unleavened bread dough. He breathed the fresh air, just appreciating the park and being outside during the day and tried not to think about how tight the fabric of his muumuu was across his burgeoning front.

Terry expected Beel to interrupt his peaceful mood, likely with a demand to be fed, but surprisingly the demon didn't. In a contemplative mood and slowly becoming bored with the green swaying trees around him, the young fox planted his elbows on his expanding moobs and rested his chin on his palms, thick neck fat pushing its way out between his thumbs and forefingers.

Terry knew that his clothes situation was only a temporary reprieve. He would likely outgrow these muumuus in less than a month. He needed to get his father to take him to the bank and get a bank card right away. He pulled at the taut fabric straining across his huge front, remembering how enormous the simple, tent-like garment had seemed when his mother had first pushed it into his hands. And it was really simple, like an extra long T-shirt in its construction. Terry had never sewed anything in his life, but was it possible to add extra fabric to let the thing out? Come to think of it, surely there was a tailor in town, wasn't there? Terry decided that was something else to investigate in the process of pulling his life back together.

Then Terry thought about and worried about a number of other things. Chief among them was just how long he could get away with devouring the waste from his folks' bakery. He did not put it past his mother to crack down on him, especially when he got even fatter; then where would he get the sheer quantity of calories he needed to fulfill the promise he'd made to Belphegor? That he would get to be 650 pounds at least was no longer in any question in Terry's mind, and though he had learned a lot about the nature of spirits and demons over the past few months, going back on a promise made to a demon lord seemed like a very stupid thing to do. But beyond these immediate pressing issues, what else was there? Terry knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he recognized that there was surviving and then there was living. Where exactly was this path Beel was leading him down go? What did it look like? And perhaps more importantly, would it be at least as fulfilling as his life had been before dropping out of college? Back when he'd had friends, and a life?

"Hey, Beel?" Terry finally whispered down to his fat-filled front, covering his snout with a black paw to hide his mouth movements.

The way that his fat had rested still and solid against him had almost lulled Terry into thinking that the demonic spirit possessing the stuff was asleep. But the response was immediate as Beel whispered back into his large, pointed ear. "Got somethin' on your mind, Big Guy?"

"So, like..." The young fox struggled to put his nebulous feelings into words, "Where is all this heading?" He lifted a chunky arm and waved it vaguely, the meat on his forearm wobbling back and forth under the plump skin.

The demon's response was flippant, of course. "Well, a buffet would be a good starter..."

Terry growled softly, baring his teeth down at his mammoth gut, "No, I'm serious, Beel. Where is this demonic possession thing supposed to get me? I get that I'm supposed to get heavier and that there'll be powers n' stuff, but... but..." he waved a jiggling arm, "Is it all going to be diving into dumpsters and stealing from my parents' bakery from now on?"

Beel took a moment to answer, which was unlike his normally irreverent responses, and when he spoke, it really did sound sincere. "No, Kid, no... It doesn't have to be like that, not forever. I told you that we're moving on to bigger and better things, you and I."

Terry lowered his thickened arm, looking down again at the mass of his middle which filled his lap. He placed his black-furred paws on either side of it, gripping the soft flesh under the muumuu. "How, though?" He asked, and when Beel failed to respond right away he added, "What are we going to do?"

Terry wished he hadn't spoken those last words as soon as he said them. He thought the question made him sound pathetic, but the truth was that Terry didn't really know what he wanted to do with his life. He hadn't known for a very long time now. He had just sort of been hanging out ever since he had dropped out of college.

That was why Terry's ears immediately flattened when Beel spoke next. "Well, have you thought about going back to school?"

"Urgh..." Terry grunted without thinking, but Beel persisted.

"Hey, hear me out, Kid." Said the voice vibrating the fat near his right ear. "You dropped out of university, that's rough, but a boy your age, he ought to still be studying if he can, or working if he can't. So far, you ain't been doing either, and outta th'two, I say you try to go back t'school while there's still time for it."

"I have too been working!" Said Terry defensively and raised his hands, "My paws are practically sore each day from rolling croissants!"

"Pshaw..." Beel made a wet raspberry sound, "Please, working in your parents' shop is not really working. Working is going out, being miserable for eight or ten or twelve hours, and then bringing home your own green. That ain't what you been doing in that bakery."

Terry could have argued more. He really did try to do his best to turn out sheet after sheet of baked goods, but if he was really honest about it, he never really felt too much pressure from either his mother or father while working. It was different from the one summer job he'd had when he was 17, and he'd been let go after coming in 15 minutes late for the fourth time in a row. He hadn't known what the big deal was! He was committed to mopping floors and whatever else for the whole day, but his manager hadn't seen things that way. His father let him get up on his own at home too, or else he probably would have been fired from that job a long time ago. Part of Terry knew that he was still childish in a lot of way, but damn if it was hard to admit it.

Eventually, he said, "Well, I'm certainly not getting paid much in the bakery." He got an allowance, but he was still getting the same amount now as he had been when he was 13. Growling low in his throat, he tried to cross his arms reflexively only to find that his arms were too fat to do it properly anymore, so he let them sag and rest on his large, flat man-boobs. "But I can't go back to the university, Beel. I flunked out the first time!"

"Yeah, well, you didn't have me with ya the first time!" exclaimed the demonic spirit exuberantly.

"You'd probably get me outright expelled," Terry grimaced.

From below the skin of Terry's boobs, he felt fists punch upward at his forearms. The young fox yelped and threw up his arms. "I take offense to that," said Beel, "I'm like, basically your life coach now, so you ought to listen to me. If you know what's good for ya."

"Yeah, a demon life coach. I'm sure nothing can go wrong there," said Terry sarcastically, but without any real bite behind the words. It'd been a long time now since the fox had really felt afraid of the entity inhabiting the fat of his body.

"Better than the alternative." Beel harrumphed cryptically. Terry was about to ask more, but the demon spoke over him so loudly that Terry felt the need to cup his hand over his right shoulder to block the sound from traveling far. "So, what's the best way to beg the school to let us back in?"

"Don't you know already?" Terry scoffed, lowering his hand again, "You are the wise spirit here."

"Kid, I'm a demon, not the internet," said Beel levelly, "and ain't nobody said I was wise or all knowing. I'm just here to steer ya's in the right direction."

Terry sighed in exasperation. "Well... I didn't get kicked out, I just sort of left..." his snout drifted slowly downward, "I guess if I can scrounge up some tuition fees or reapply for my grant, they'll just... let me back in? I guess?"

"What? That's it?" Beel laughed, but Terry's eyes were growing warm and itchy. He rubbed at his snout with his chunky wrists.

"Like I said before, I couldn't cut it last time. It was just too hard. There was no reason for me to go back!" He threw his arms down at his thick sides, his fist bouncing off of the dense fat near his love handles. "And I still can't go back!" He sighed miserably, "...I'm just not smart enough..."

Terry sniffed and Beel said nothing for a long moment. For a moment, Terry was all by himself on a bench in a park, listening to the wind in the trees... and dressed in a floral print muumuu.

"Don't say that," said Beel finally. "Don't ever undersell yourself, Kid."

"But--" Terry started, but Beel spoke over him again, adding in the startlingly real sensation of hands on his shoulders, or rather inside of his shoulders, for good measure.

"Give yourself some credit, Terry!" Beel insisted, "Or you and me both really will wind up dumpster diving for the rest of our lives!"

Terry's lips trembled at the spirit's vehemence and also a growing anxiety over the possibility of really returning to the university. "B-Beel..." he tried again, "I don't think you r-realize how much work admissions is gonna be--"

"So get it done," said the spirit, "You ain't got nothin' but time."

To that, Terry found that he had no good response. He looked back up at the trees for the span of a breath and sighed. "I thought this demon summoning business was all about shortcuts to power and stuff like that..." he complained half-heartedly.

"Ain't no shortcuts to greatness." Beel announced, "Here, Below or Above." Terry thought the words sounded wise and was almost positive that Beel had heard them somewhere else. Granted, he also wished that Beel would just share everything he knew about the other realms with him already instead of lording his secret knowledge over him constantly.

After a while, when Terry failed to say anything else, Beel took it upon himself to literally kick Terry in the bottom, an impact he felt right on the bones and meat inside his globular, sagging ass. "If that's all, then get this tubby ass of ours back on home and start using that computer for something besides porn and video games!"

Feeling like his companion spirit was more like a nagging wife at this point, Terry rose, growling under his breath even as he got moving, pulling the slightly tight muumuu down around his chest and waist. "I told you to stop looking when I masturbate." Terry growled under his breath.

At this, Beel only chuckled. "Kid, you have no idea what a help I'm going to be when you can't reach your little prick anymore. You're going to be begging for the things I can do to you."

Terry shivered, his own fat feeling heavy as it jiggled and shook around him with each of his heavy steps. "Beel, that's just gross!" He hissed as he walked, balling his fat fists. "For starters, you're a guy! ...aren't you?" The voice Beel used sounded masculine at any rate.

Beel chuffed, though he lacked an actual throat. "You're a dude, so I guess that means I'm one as well, right?" he said evasively, practically winking at Terry's ignorance.

"Exactly!" Terry huffed. "And I don't have a problem with gays, but I... I just don't wanna do that, okay?"

There was a moment's pause, then Beel's voice crept out of Terry's right shoulder. "You're young, so I'll forgive you for not knowing what you're talking about, and I'll give you some time to come around to your senses." Beel chuckled to himself as Terry just rolled his eyes and kept waddling forward. "But you really shouldn't throw a gift away before you even know if you like it or not..."

"I already kn--" Terry started, but had to stop speaking, had to stop walking as he felt a sudden pressure on his cock where it was buried between his thick, blubbery thighs.

"Beel!" Terry gasped as the sensation intensified, like fingers wrapping around his member, but also not. It was more like concentric rings of muscle pulling down on his length. Without bidding, he was erect in just a few moments, the fox's penis shifting with discongruous ease even though the surrounding space was literally filled with his own fat. The flesh moved out of its way as it expanded and engorged with blood, but never loosening the grip that made his cheeks flush. Terry couldn't move, even if he had wanted to take a step forward, he would have fallen over if he tried.

"Gck!" The fox tensed as the pressure pattern changed, vibrating near the base, rubbing near the head. Having lost all control, it was all Terry could do to remain upright, he even stumbled backwards, grabbing hold of a nearby fence pole to steady himself as waves of excitement racked his body. He was going to come, right then and there.

"Oh my god!" Terry gasped, and then...

It was over.

Beel laughed as Terry straightened, confused, feeling like his ears were full of cotton as the sudden need went unfulfilled. Angry, embarrassed and not thinking properly, the young fox made a fist with his right paw and brought it down onto the wide surface of his belly. The dense meat barely gave there, though Terry did feel the pain of the punch himself. A ripple rocked his immense body back and forth several times before settling. "Damnit, Beel!" He growled, "Don't fucking do that to me!"

But even as Terry shook himself off, blue balls literally aching in his groin, Beel only continued to chuckle to himself. "You know, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be. You're really sensitive down there, Terry."

Terry balled up his fist to hit his belly again, but thought better of it. He didn't want to give himself a bruise, and more, he remembered the time that Beel had sucked his hand into his body. "Just... just shut up already, god..." Terry muttered under his breath, cheeks burning. Mercifully, Beel was silent as Terry made his way home. He mostly managed to avoid thinking about the sensations the demonic spirit had extracted from him earlier.