Marisa was fully convinced that her refrigerator was being possessed by a demon.
The skinny woman stood rigid in the kitchen's entrance of her tiny three-room apartment. She was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans over her smart, flat figure. Her baby-blue eyes were fixated on the white menace. It stood in stark contrast to the old wooden tables, wooden chairs and peeling wallpaper that surrounded it. The refrigerator was the cleanest, most modern-looking appliance in the entire apartment, and it had been that way since the first day she moved in. For the most part, it was an average refrigerator. The only things that made it suspect was its occasional violent rumbling, leaking of blood and its maniacal laughter. The last time Marisa checked, a refrigerator shouldn't be doing those things. She didn't dare go near it or open the door, though. She tried to talk to the landlord about it, but he simply told her that she was mistaken and not to worry about it. Thus, she lived entirely on cabinet food and take-out.
Of course, one may wonder why she would even stay there. She could also just as easily replace the refrigerator that wasn't under Satan's control. But there was one problem. It was a problem that had plagued Marisa and her hapless life for far too long.
She was poor. Marisa barely had enough money to take care of herself with everything else that needed paying. She worked from nine to five at a factory; it was in an office, but it was a job she despised with all of her being. She considered it a great blessing that an apartment with a living room, a kitchen and a bedroom had been available to her at an affordable price. It was probably cheap because the refrigerator was haunted, but Marisa knew that complaining wouldn't help. She would just have to avoid the fridge. And she did that, for a long time.
But now, on this particular night, she was hungry. She had no food left in the pantries or the cabinets. She was in need of something to eat after working so long. The refrigerator was her only possible source of sustenance.
Marisa continued to watch the refrigerator's movement, or rather its lack of movement. It had not trembled or cackled once in the past two weeks. She had set up a camera to keep watch of it while she was away; the footage showed no evidence of supernatural activity. It was acting as compliant as any normal refrigerator would. There might be a chance...that it was no longer possessed.
'Do I dare try it?' she wondered.
She was so hungry, her stomach kept growling for food. She couldn't drive to a fast food place, she needed to save money, and it would be far too awkward to go to a neighbor and explain the situation. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and ironically enough, it was only the worst option possible that could get her out of it. Marisa slowly approached the refrigerator. It did not try to assault her or snarl at it. It simply sat there, unassuming, but still threatening. She wrapped her slender fingers around the handle. So far so good. But now was the moment of truth. She didn't know what to expect inside this fridge, but she needed to find out.
She pulled the door open with all of her might. What she found waiting for her inside...was the most delicious-looking cheesecake she had ever seen. In fact, on all three layers of the refrigerator's interior, there was nothing but various sweets, cakes, candies, anything that was sugary or needed to be kept in a freezer. There was also some other foods, like bread and cheese, kept perfectly intact. Several lime key pies, Marisa's favorite, were stacked on each other. Nothing smelled rotten, and it all looked so new. It was like it had just been baked/cooked/frozen/etc..
'Huh? There really is food in here? And most of it is desserts?' Marisa had honestly not expected this. She had half-hoped to see a doorway into Hell. She got herself a plate and placed a slice of pumpkin pie onto it. The young woman peered close at the dessert; it really looked so good. She had to try hard not to let her mouth water. She poked at its creamy surface with the tip of her fork. She mulled over the decision on whether to eat it or not for a few more seconds. Finally, she decided to help herself and her aching tummy to a large forkful. She didn't have a choice; she couldn't go starving again.
'Mmm...it's so good!' she thought. The pie slice was devoured with two more bites, so she helped herself to another. Instead of taking the food over to a table and sitting down, Marisa plopped herself down on the floor, right in front of the refrigerator. She didn't bother getting herself a chair. The cold chill of the air emitting from the machine was very soothing. The only sounds were the fork hitting the plate and the woman's own mewls of delight. Marisa was so engrossed in her eating that she only realized just how much she had eaten after swallowing the last remaining piece of pie. However, something was notably out of the ordinary.
'That's odd; I ate that entire pie...but I don't feel full at all...' she mused. In any other time, even ten minutes ago, she would have been quite concerned about this. She would have assumed the food was a trap. But now, with that sweet, sugary flavor of pumpkin pie present on her tongue, and her stomach's growling quelled, she did not care very much. All she was interested in was eating more food. She reached for a box of chocolate fudge pops buried far in back, partially hidden behind the Swiss cheese. It had been years since she last ate a fudge pop; she knew from the start that she could expect something delicious.
As Marisa ate more, she failed to notice the many phenomena occurring around her. The front door locked itself, all of the lights beside the ones in the kitchen started to dim, and the thermostat dropped significantly. However, these were still not as 'expansive' as the steady transformation of Marisa's own body. As she continued to stuff herself, her body grew along with her appetite. She was losing her figure and becoming fat every time she took a bite.
Marisa was on her fifth fudge pop out of ten when a button popped off of her blouse. Her petite breasts had gotten slightly bigger, her face a tiny bit softer, but the little roll of emerging pudge was where all of these calories were going. She loudly groaned. Her mind was slowly becoming lost in a haze. Absentmindedly, she reached down and gave her new belly flab a gentle pat. It quivered a lot upon being touched, like her skin was turning into gelatin.
"I need more!" she cried out to no one in particular.
The remaining fudge pops were subsequently eaten. Marisa's neck thickened, and formerly-tight skin started to bunch up under her head, forming a ring of fat above her shoulders. Her arms became plumper, what little muscle tone she had was eaten away and replaced with pounds of fat that started to jiggle when she reached for her next treat. She groaned a bit as her jeans started to grow taut around her hips. Her wire-frame body was gone and replaced with hips like Tinkerbell that stuck out wide. But of course, it was her pudge that had gotten larger. All around her belly button was a large amount of weight that had formed, creating a big pot belly that was still squishy, not feeling stuffed at all. For a woman who lived on a low budget like herself, this was a meal she couldn't pass up.
Marisa moved onto the other foods for now. The cheese especially excited her; she loved cheese. There were a number of different cheeses, but Marisa grabbed the Brie, a soft cow cheese that she had only been able to try once before. She sank her teeth into the creamy cheese; it was like eating butter. But it tasted so good too. Marisa didn't even need to wrap it in bread or anything, because the cheese alone was good enough. Of course, the Brie was especially fattening on her body. Another button on her blouse was hurled across the kitchen floor. Her stomach had become a full-on potbelly. Her breasts were already popping out of her outfit. Marisa finished the Brie after only three and a half minutes of straight eating. She wrapped her plump, thick lips around the remaining cheese piece, sucking it down deliberately. Leaning back, the blonde rubbed her stomach and belched happily. However, her meal was far from over.
In one hour Marisa ate as much food as a family of four would in a single day. Her gut turned into a flabby, bulging ball of fat, with love-handles that spread over her thighs. It rumbled whenever she belched, and sloshed and shook with the lightest of movements. Marisa opened her legs to allow the massive orb to rest its hefty form onto the ground; the cold tiles cooled her stretched skin. A thick layer of extra skin now covered her arms, and her fingers were starting to resemble little sausages. She had removed her pants and shirt in the middle of eating a cake, because they had grown too tight. Now, she sat in her underwear, stuffing her face in front of the refrigerator, unaware of the machine's diabolical plan for her.
Marisa groaned as a thunderous fart announced itself from between her massive butt-cheeks. It was embarrassing, but it also provided a much-needed relief.
"God..." she grunted, her cherubic face drenched in sweat, "I'm becoming such a - buurp - a pig..."
Nonetheless, she resumed eating like the pig she so referred to herself as. Her surroundings continued to warp, becoming menacing and otherworldly. Splotches of black sludge sprouted on the fridge's doors and sides, where Marisa could not see them. Faces, twisted into expressions of terror, emerged from the walls, and the tiles were colored blood. Of course, Marisa could not see this either, as her huge, globular breasts blocked most of her view. Even if she could see past them, though, her stomach would just get in the way. She was beginning to gain a second roll on her stomach, and her butt was lifting her off the ground. All the while, she belched and farted more and more.
'So good...must have more...' were the only kind of thoughts running through her mind. Marisa's teeth sank deep into the red velvet cake. A few drops of frosting fell into her vastly-expanding cleavage. By this point, she had leared out nearly all of the refrigerator's stock. It had seemed nearly endless, but unfortunately, that wasn't true. However, the food just kept getting better and better, if that was possible. Marisa was already peaking 250 pounds and growing. She grabbed one of her burgeoning love-handles and shook it, sending vibrations across her flabby torso. She loved everything about her new body. She didn't care where the blubber came from or how quickly it built up; letting go of the restraints of decency was the best thing she'd ever done. All of the stress and pain she faced on a daily basis felt like distant memories now.
"Give...me...more!" she bellowed in a husky voice.
Finally, with her arms too fat and sagging to grab the food, Marisa decided she had no choice but to stick herself right into the fridge. If her suspicions were correct, the tastiest goodies were hidden farthest inside. However, to accomplish this, she needed to stand up. It was a very cautious procedure.
Marisa carefully placed her chubby hands onto the floor, and with her face crimson red, she tried pushing herself to a stand with whatever strength she had. Marisa had become so out of shape so quickly that her body was still trying to adjust to the new weight; it was very difficult to move properly. She was gasping for breath by the time she had gotten onto all fours. The involuntary clapping of ponderous thighs and the wheezing of a weary, obese woman filled the air. Marisa knew she wouldn't last much longer. She took a chance and thrust herself away from the floor. She was sent reeling backward onto her feet, and after a moment's wobbling, she was fully standing again. Of course, all of that hard work had really worn her out. Some food would surely recharge her spirits!
Marisa leaned far into the refrigerator, her belly rolls squishing against the lower shelves. She could barely see past her own cheeks, but it didn't take much looking to see that the fridge...was empty. For the fat-loving, food-guzzling slob she had become, this was the worst possible scenario for Marisa. She had not anticipated that the refrigerator would actually cease providing her sustenance. Unfortunately for her, things were about to get even worse.
"Where is the food? Where is the food? I want more!" She was throwing a tantrum like a little child. She tried to pull herself out, but she quickly learned that her beloved fat had gotten her stuck. Marisa screamed in rage as she tried again to get free; it got her nowhere. If her former, thin self could see what she would become, it would have been traumatizing. At this point, though, poor Marisa was actually beginning to regret ever eating this food in the first place. Not even using her own sweat as lubricant was enough to unwedge herself.
Suddenly, Marisa felt something warm latch onto her left butt-cheek. She belched in surprise.
It felt like a hand. Then it was accompanied by more hands, all of them onto her humongous ass. Marisa could feel dozens of fingers grasping her backside, the digits burrowing deep into the pale flesh. Marisa bit her lower lip with arousal. She didn't know what was going on, but it felt amazing. Her skin had become so sensitive since gaining all of this weight, and as ripples flowed across her body's surface, she felt like those skillful fingers were exploring every inch of her. Up and down, up and down the fingers moved, but they did it with utmost care, like a master chef working on a wad of dough. It was one of the most sensual experiences Marisa had ever had. She was enjoying being so fat again. But in the midst of her euphoria, she realized that she could possibly ask these mystery people for some help.
She looked over her shoulder as best as she could. She had hoped to see a group of handsome, burly men having their way with her. Instead, what she saw was enough to strip away her sanity. It was something that could have only come from the twisted works of H.P. Lovecraft. It was clearly something that did not belong on this mortal plane of man. The terror reached down into the deepest depths of her psyche ,grappling hold of it, and strangling it until it was left a shriveled husk.
Marisa started screaming at the top of her lungs. Tears streamed from her bulging eyeballs, and foam spewed from her mouth. She no longer knew what her name was, who her friends were, or even her own past anymore. Her entire mind had been wiped clean in an instant. The only thing that remained was her absolute fear and horror. The creature, or whatever such a horrid abomination could be called, did not appreciate this reaction. It dug its claws into her ass and pushed her whole into the refrigerator. It followed after her, the door shutting behind it.
The refrigerator violently rocked back and forth. Marisa's pitiful screams could be heard from inside. The horrors being committed upon her person at that moment were unimaginable. As the seconds agonizingly crawled along, the refrigerator eventually stopped moving, and Marisa's wails quietly drifted off into perpetual silence. A thick, opaque liquid dribbled from the underside of the fridge door. When it came in contact with the floor, it started to sizzle and melt the tile, causing fumes to lift into the air. A thinner, red-colored liquid was soon mixed in, and it came out gushing all over, along with tiny objects such as nails and strands of hair.
The next day, the puddle would be gone, as well as any traces of Marisa's discarded clothing or the stains left by dropped food.
The demon was satisfied. A juicy, plump meal was just what it needed; it had enjoyed watching the woman degrade herself and then literally fall to pieces at its feet. Once the human had become too fat to run away, the demon would take physical form (it could only do so in close proximity with the fridge itself) and spirit them away. The demon was particularly happy with Marisa. She looked very similar to the one responsible for its imprisonment. The very thought of getting his desperately-sought-after revenge was...thrilling.
Now, Marisa would be eventually classified as a 'missing person', the greedy landlord would put the room up for sale again, and another victim to fatten and devour would present themselves to the monster. A different approach might be necessary, but these confrontations almost always ended the same way. The demon would be able to eat again soon.
When tempted with food, humans made such easy prey.