Loona's Fair Feast (Revision 2)

Deep within the flaming bowels of Hell, Imp City was a hive of activity. New souls constantly flooded in, seeking sanctuary and looking to make a new life during their eternal damnation. New residents naturally would mean new clients for the Immediate Murder Professionals, but the small company of assassins had no such luck during what was a painfully slow week. Boredom swept through the office, casting its spell on every employee but Loona, who diligently fiddled with her phone like any other work day. 

The hellhound leaned back in her chair, propping her footpaws over the reception desk. Using an app on her phone, she spent her Friday afternoon watching her imp coworker Moxxie die in various gruesome ways. After twenty deaths, the occasional fifteen second ad would play, with each time being some variant of the same advertisement. Usually indifferent to everything around her, the ad itself caused her to raise an eyebrow upon tapping on it. 

“Hey, you! You look like someone with good taste. Someone I bet, whose stomach can handle anything. Then why don’t you come on down to Impleton’s, ‘Fair of Gluttony?’ We got enough artery clogging, thunder thighing, love handling glut to gorge on that’ll surpass your wildest dreams. Our food courts and attractions will leave you swollen to twice your normal size. Get our eternal gluttony wristband for a real night to remember. High living starts here. Join me, Impleton, at the, ‘Fair of Gluttony,’ located at the corner of Hell’s third ring!” 

When the demon rat finished speaking, a carousel jingle began to play in the background, followed by him singing a rather catchy tune. Recordings of his food filled fairground played on a green screen as he danced around on his tiny footpaws, taking wide swings with a cane in one paw and a top hat in the other. Loona murmured in intrigue; the sight of all the greasy, deep fried, sugar loaded foods in the background touched her appetite, as well as the rather wide bodied rat that advertised them. 

At the growl of her stomach, she took her footpaws off her desk and sat upright in her chair. She looked to the empty couches of the reception area in front of her, each as devoid of customers as her stomach was of food. The phone hadn’t rang for days now, and it was unlikely to do so if she left her post for a couple minutes; and even if it did... 

“Eh, fuck’em, I’m starving.” 

Shrugging her shoulders, Loona made her way to the employee break room. She wondered what Moxxie brought for lunch today, growling at the thought of it being another salad. He sat at the lunch room table, cleaning the individual parts of his pistol and oblivious to the disgruntled snort she blew in his direction. Upon pulling the fridge door handle, she bared her teeth when it didn’t budge. Her eyes blazed with fiery hatred at the sight of a combination lock covering the latch of the fridge, and she could guess who had put it there.

“What the fuck is this,” shouted Loona, scowling over at Moxxie, “who made you king shit of the breakroom and told you you could put a lock on the fucking fridge?” 

Moxxie briefly made eye contact before returning back to his gun. “We all agreed about it during the meeting yesterday.”

“Bullshit! I didn’t agree to it!”

“That’s because you were on your phone...like always.” 

“No I wasn’t! And who the fuck votes to put a lock on a fridge anyway?”

“We all did, to keep you from eating all our lunches.”

“And how do you know I don’t have my own lunch in there, asshole?”

“Because we all know you never bring your own lunch.” 

“Well how about tomorrow I bring you a big bag of dicks for you to choke on, Moxxie!”

Storming out the room, Loona slammed the door behind her and made her way to the boss’ office. She kicked open the door, nearly frightening her adopted father Blitzo out of his chair. Her tall menacing shadow loomed over him as he cowered behind his desk. 

“What’s the combination to the fridge, Blitz,” shouted Loona. 

Blitzo sheepishly smiled, “oh, hey Loony. Shouldn’t you be...minding the telephone?”

“What the fuck is the combination!” 

“Well, uh, why do you need it? It’s not even lunch time, you know?”

“You’d rather I fucking starve? All of your limp dick little lunches are more important to you than me?” 

“Calm down, Loony. It’s nothing like that.” 

“Don’t tell me to calm down! You don’t give a shit about me! You know what, fuck this, I’m taking the weekend off, starting now!”

“What? Right now? Can’t we talk about this?” 

Loona crossed her arms, baring a toothy grin, “and you know where I’m spending my weekend? At Impleton’s, ‘Fair of Gluttony.’”

At the sound of this, Blitzo stood up from his chair and slammed his fists onto his desk. “No, abso-fucking-lutely not! You know who goes there? Nothing but disgusting fat fucks whose only form of communication are burps and farts. You seriously want to ruin your beautiful figure? All on account of not having lunch?” 

“Have you ever even been there yourself?”

Blitzo scoffed, “Jesus, why the heaven would I go to a place like that?” 

Grinning even wider, the carousel jingle along with the image of Impleton waltzing around played in Loona’s head. Mimicking the demon rat’s movement’s, she proceeded to serenade Blitzo through song about the glories the fair provided. 

The fair, is a veritable, smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord, 

Come, for a pound at least. 

Each hour, you’ll devour, enough to grow your gut, and your butt, gorge and glut,

Oh, what a fattening feast! 

Loona smiled as drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. “Why, the fair has enough delicious fattening foods to overstuff a whole army of hell hounds.” 

“Is this true,” asked Blitzo, “is this nauseating tale of your’s true?”

Will you find, onion rings, and tons of french fries, cheese burgers and lots of greasy bacon,

Battered corn dogs, powdered doughnuts, deep fried goodies everywhere? 

“Yes, yes!”

Buttered popcorn, funnel cake, corn on the cob, and mutton sandwiches,

And tons of sickening shit to snack on at the fair?

“Yes, yes, yes!” 

Loona was visibly ecstatic at the sound of all the food available; her elation unlike anything Blitzo had ever seen from her. “And that’s only scratching the surface. The fact there’s so much more tempts me.”

“Come on, Loony. Don’t go to the fair. What’s the fair got you can’t find around here?”

“Quadruple decker bacon and avocado cheeseburgers on two donut buns. Deep fried three layer buttercream cake packed with cookie dough and deep fried banana split!” 

“Holy fuck, you’re gunna be huge eating shit like that.” 

Loona’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, saliva dripping down her tongue. “That’s enough. I’ve already made up my mind! I’m going!” 

The fair, is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord, 

Feasts everywhere you’re at

Each hour, you’ll devour, enough to grow your gut, and your butt, gorge and glut,

Round, when a hound, gets, fat, fat, fat, faaaaaaat!

Loona slammed the door on the final lyric, leaving a dumbfounded Blitzo slumped over in his chair. The last image of her in his mind was her bulging eyes and drooling mouth after mentioning how huge she would get. Knowing his daughter, she was a hound of great excess. Even if she didn’t legitimately enjoy fattening herself up, she would do it out of spite just to get back at him. If she really planned to stay at the fair of gluttony for the weekend, he’d need to make some serious size renovations to the office. 

    * 

Exiting her bus, Loona walked the rest of the way to the fair’s entrance. The delectable aromas of grilled meats and deep fried delicacies reached her nose all the way at the edge of the parking lot. Licking her chops, she could practically taste the corn dogs and deep fried snacks within the fairgrounds, causing her to move with a hop skip of excitement. 

The line was long, with many portly demons, some with families, all waiting to purchase their tickets at the front kiosk. Each demon varied in size, some chubby and others so fat it was amazing they could still walk on both legs. The hellhound’s cheeks blushed a soft red; the thought of her even getting a fraction as fat as the others caused her to sheepishly grin. If that didn’t fluster her enough, the sight of a dragon leaving the fair’s side entrance made her heart skip a beat. So incredibly swollen, the hulking beast huffed and belched fire as it hauled around a stomach so wide, it pushed aside vehicles on either side of it down the parking lot’s center. 

“The rat was right,” Loona wiped drool from her mouth, “this fair is a fatass’ paradise. Can’t believe I actually came here to get fat as fuck. I mean…do I really want to do this?”

Her stomach roared with hunger, dispelling any second thoughts she might have had. “Yeah, fuck it, I’m starving. I’ll let my fatass be Blitz and Mox’s problem when I get back.” 

Purchasing her ticket, she passed through the ajar wooden gates leading into the fair. A speaker tower playing the fair’s commercial jingle heralded her arrival, greeting her as she looked in awe at the fair’s entry area. 

The entry grounds were wide open, with three cut offs leading left, right, and down the fair’s center. Food stands made up the vicinity, with scores of tables bolted to the ground scattered about, piled high with plates of food and demons heartily devouring them. The sound of their incessant munching and swallowing filled the air, along with a symphony of groaning and belches. Those who didn’t sit on the floor ate on the go, veering off into one of the three different directions where they picked up food served along a row of tents, like they were walking down a buffet line. 

Loona dashed down the right side, eager to distance herself from the fair’s other patrons while she was still mobile. Looking down the line of propped up tents, she rubbed her paws together at the sight of all the grilled and smoked meats available. An army of imps flipped beef patties, cooked turkey legs over spits, or applied barbecue sauce to smoked ribs. She stared bug eyed at slabs of steak and mutton as big of her head, both capable of satisfying her hunger on their own. With everything made readily available at a paws reach, the gluttonous hellhound couldn’t help but raise her paws with glee. 

“This’ll be a day to remember!” 

Running up to the first tent, she snatched at a pair of double cheeseburgers. Biting off a large chunk, she chewed long enough to savor its rich fattening flavors before gulping it down. In three bites she finished it, licking her paws of any grease before moving onto the next burger. The moment she snatched up another, an imp immediately replaced it, fresh and right off the grill. After wolfing down six burgers, she realized she could just stay and eat them all day. But with so many bountiful feasts available, she settled with just taking two more with her. 

Walking down the line, she munched on a turkey leg in one paw, and grabbed at any food she saw with the other. Tearing through the thick turkey meat and polishing off plates of grilled shrimp, meatball subs, and rib sandwiches, she was oblivious to her once washboard stomach beginning to pudge up. Likewise, there was a slight wiggle in her walk as her hips became more curvaceous; molded by the bubbling fats from her greasy meat filled diet. 

After polishing off a plate of ribs, she came to a large open area filled with benches, and a wide stage at the front. Hefty demons of all sorts sat down in the audience area, looking up at the three other demons sitting behind tables on stage. A tall-portly imp walked up the steps to join them, standing center stage and shouting into a megaphone. “Come on, step right up! We only need one more for the hot dog eatin’ contest. Don’t be shy, come and win a fabulous prize. Come on, you’re all eatin’ anyway, just get your ass up here so we can start already.”

Looking to the left of the stage, Loona’s stomach rumbled at the sight of four platters stacked with hotdogs as high as she was tall. Stuffing herself with those succulent sausages by the pawfuls was on her list of things to gorge at the fair. Whether she won or lost didn’t matter, so long as she got to shove dozens of them down her maw. 

“Fuck it,” she shrugged, “lets do it.” 

“Hey, would you look at that, we got our final contestant; and she’s lookin’ rather thin there, first time here, miss? Alright gals, bring em up.” 

Loona sat at the empty chair to the far right, joining two rather corpulent imps and a hulking bull demon who smirked in her direction. Four female imps brought the platters onto the stage, placing them in front of each contestant. The tower of hotdogs dwarfed all but the bull demon in size, intimidating the two imps, but causing Loona’s mouth to drool profusely.

“First contestant to finish their platter is the winner! Ready! Set! Begin!” 

While the two imps dug their faces in, the bull demon grabbed dozens of hotdogs in both hands, biting off multiples at once while looking over to Loona. The hellhound took one in each paw, biting off half and savoring the lip smacking taste of the smoked sausages lavishing her taste buds. Her face was that of glee, eyes fluttering and a sloppy grin slapped across her face. The sausages had exceeded her expectations, prompting her to fill her mouth with more. 

The bull demon continued to watch her, trying to match her gluttonous pace as he filled his own cheeks with dozens of hotdogs at a time. He was barely able to chew through such a thick wad of meat and bread, not like the hellhound, who effortlessly swallowed massive globs the size of her head; pushing it all down her gullet with a paw before cramming more into her maw. His jaw dropped to the table, dumbfounded by her ability to wolf down so much so easily, let alone her stomach’s ability to hold it all. After eating two dozen hotdogs, he saw Loona was already halfway done with her plate. Unable to match her, he slumped his head onto his pile of hotdogs, arms dangling toward the floor as he watched a true glutton go. 

Filled with a sense of euphoria, Loona laid back in her chair, picking her teeth with a claw. Releasing a loud-satisfied belch, she spread apart her chunky legs and rested a paw over her swollen burbling belly that spilled out on top of them. She had grown from a chubby hound to a rich corpulent one with a fresh set of love handles and hips that really stretched the limits of her skirt. Fattening up to three times the hound she was earlier in the day. 

“Congratulations, miss,” said the imp organizer, “you sure can pack it away.”

Loona’s belly jiggled and glorped as she smacked it with a paw, “tell me about it. I’m amazed, oorp, myself. Never guessed I’d be such a pro at overeating.” 

“I believe it. Guess that makes you the most deserving of this wristband.” 

Loona watched him put the wristband on her. “Hey, I remember this from the ad. What does it do?”

“Take a stroll around the rest of the fair and find out,” the imp winked, “enjoy the rest of your day, miss. You’re precisely the kinda gal the boss made this fair for.”

Once Loona was the last one on stage, she groaned as she got up from her chair. She gasped at the sudden feeling of her rear end jiggling when she walked, and groaned at the need to arch her back due to her swollen gut. Lifting it with her paws, she bit her lip, enthralled by its wideness and heft. Plopping it down on the empty platter, a delightful groan escaped her lips upon feeling her indigested gorge glorp from the impact.

Her paws covetously ran across her lush belly and sizeable rear, getting a feel for her supple curves, feeling portions of soft pudge sink between her digits. “Satan damn, I’ve gotten so fat.” Kneading her belly with both paws, Loona huffed with flustered breath at the sound of her gorge sloshing around. Far beyond feeling sated, a new hunger began to rouse within her. What started as a spiteful means to piss off Blitz and Moxxie now melted into a lustful yearning to glut, and grow, and feel up every wobbling-jiggling inch of her corpulent self.. “Fuck, this feels so good.” 

Caressing her furry bean bag of a belly, the aromas of the fair called to her once more. She gave her gut a few hearty pats before walking down the stage, murmuring with steamy delight at the feel of her butt wobbling and gut plopping against her meaty thighs. Her skirt, top, and leggings all fit far more snug around her luscious body, and revealed more fat furry flesh for all to see. But it was only the beginning; with far more fair left to explore, Loona knew she could still grow way more fatter.

Circling around the fair’s edge, the hellhound made her way down the center row of tents. Deep fried delicacies surrounded either side of her; from deep fried ice cream to deep fried cookies. To her surprise, her wrist band suddenly started glowing a bright blue. Several floating gloved hands materialized around her, scattering in every direction and picking up food from all nearby stands. To her gluttonous delight, each hand floated near her awaiting mouth, eager to feed her handfuls of corn dogs, mozzarella sticks, doughnuts, and hush puppies all without her having to raise a paw. 

Cautiously, she opened her mouth to begin her treatment. A hand poured a whole bag of fried shrimp over her tongue, throwing it away when it emptied and leaving to grab another meal. Loona licked her chops after gulping it all down, cooing at six other ghostly hands awaiting eagerly to feed her more. “Oh hell yes,” she said, grabbing a strawberry milkshake and deep fried ice cream from a nearby stand. “Now it’s time to really get fat.”

With her stomach blorping in agreement, she continued her stroll down the row. It was beyond convenient no longer being limited by what her two paws could carry. Even after eating what her paws held onto, her new floating assistants made sure she was never without gluttony. The constant glutting of food compelled her to swallow larger mouthfuls as time went on. Multiple hands filled her cheeks at once, forcing her to swallow large globs of food that bulged out her throat as if swallowing a grapefruit. She barely had a chance to eat what food she picked up, let alone keep her mouth open for a few seconds before being fed again. The power of the wristband felt a tad overwhelming, certainly intended for the voracious appetite of a true demon of gluttony. But to the hellhound, such stupendous overeating and fattening felt like total heaven. Cheeks stuffed to the brim and soft blubber plumping up her curves, face, and limbs, she couldn’t have been happier.

Toward the middle of the fair, Loona took part in some of the fun games they had available, all of which she was fairly good at. Catching tossed food with her mouth, the belly dropping high striker, and dunk the dietician were among a few, all of which rewarded her with more food as prizes. Her favorite was a race she had with two others, which involved who could guzzle ten gallons of nacho cheese the quickest. The prize she won was a massive nacho bowl she had to carry with both arms. With her floating hands to help her, she sloppily glutted her way through chips, cheese, jalapenos, sour cream, and a tub of chili before reaching the next game.

Riding the ferris wheel, ice cream dispensers over her head gushed out the moment she reached the highest point. She entered a funnel cake maze she was forced to eat her way out of, and the bumper cars shot food directly into your mouth whenever you crashed into another cart. Each attraction left her moaning with sheer ecstasy as she walked out fatter than when she got on. Her wide belly swung waddling down to the next attraction, taking wider steps with her chunkier legs and bulging hips. The skirt she wore was now no more than a belt around her waist, riding up and exposing both her massive cheeks capable of filling out a whole couch. Her fat face sloppily grinned through puffy cheeks continuously filled with more food. The gluttonous stupor of it all cast such a spell on her, she barely thought about where she was going, or just how much she had eaten by now.

Finding a wide bench, Loona decided to rest herself, filling it edge to edge with her voluptuous figure. While the hands floated over to a fried chicken stand and one that produced deep fried cheesecake, she rested her arms behind the bench and spread out her legs. Her belly spilled in between her luscious thighs, loudly bubbling while it worked to digest everything she’d eaten into soft gelatinous fat. Belching into the air, she hung her head back, her face flushing a bright red as some of the floating hands that accompanied her began caressing and rubbing her corpulent-blorping gut. 

“Oooh, hmmf, fuck,” she moaned, “this fair is a, hoooouuuuraaap, glutton’s paradise, huff.”

She continued to gulp down what the hands fed her, while the other set of hands tenderly kneaded her bubbling white belly. The relaxation and massage sent her into a state of hedonistic bliss, practically melting her into the bench. Her chubby face rested against one of her pillowy arms, her cheeks burning a blazing red at how much of her own lard the hands were able to fondle and grope. Like handling dough, they rubbed, patted, and bounced at every angle of her soft gut, churning hours worth of her indigested gorge. The glorping-sloshing pleasure she experienced was unlike anything she had felt before; and as she ate and got fatter, her pleasure only increased with each new pound.

After a good twenty minutes of resting and having her fat played with, Loona stood up significantly heavier than when she sat. Butter ball was too small of a word to describe such an overglutted hound; she was huge. Hauling around a belly capable of fitting a hot dog card and a rump to get stuck in doorways, she proudly gave both her front and back a loving smack. The day had been beyond successful. But, though overglutted and overgorged many times over, there was still the final section of the fair she had yet to explore.

At the front of the fair, she rounded the corner toward the left path, entering the desserts part of the fairgrounds. Cake, ice cream, cotton candy, and various chocolate dipped foods were all available for her gluttonous pleasure, ending her massive feast with a slew of sweets. Guzzling gallons of whipped cream, ice cream, and chocolate syrup, her swaying belly took on a more jello-like consistency. Jiggling more vigorously along with her butt and thighs, which both grew several layers thick with blubber. 

Finishing her thirtieth ice cream cone, the obese hellhound stopped herself before an enormous tent stretching four stories tall. A bored looking chubby imp leaned over a podium, standing by a sign with pictures of dragons and other massive demons. The text on the sign denoted the big top was reserved for their more larger guests, giving Loona a devious grin. 

“I think I’d, oorp like whatever’s in, hic-hilp, there,” said Loona to the imp.

“Uh, sorry miss, this tent’s meant for the fair’s largest guests. The portion sizes in there are ten times more than anything you might’ve eaten today.” 

“So, hic-hilp, what? You have any idea how much, bworp, I’ve had to eat to get this huge. Ten times the, hic-hilp, feast is exactly what I want right now.” 

“Uh, seriously though miss, I’m not joking, you’ll probably explode trying to eat up this much stuff.” 

“Don’t worry about, buuuraaap, my stomach,” Loona lifted as much of her gut as she could before letting it drop with a gutural blorp. “I can take it. Now, let me the fuck, hilp, in.”

The imp shrugged, “alright, your funeral.” 

Sneering at the imp, Loona belched her way inside the tent, following arrows pointed along the floor. Walking to the center of the ring, she was sorely disappointed to find nothing occupying the tent’s spacious interior. No horde of sweets or meats that were capable of forcing a dragon to crawl its way out of the fair, were anywhere to be found. The only thing curious about the inside was the floor she walked on; sleek, white, and made of porcelain, like she were walking on a massive dinner plate. 

“What the hell, what gives? There’s, hic-hilp, nothing here!”

The chubby imp whipped out a large ornate looking book, with similar patterns and markings like that of the grimoire they use to open portals to the human world. “What are you hungry for?” 

“Gee, orp, I don’t know. Some, hic-hilp, fucking cake would’ve been nice.” 

Watching the imp flip the book open, he directed Loona’s attention above her. A large blue portal opened up over her head, with something massive and white shadowing over her. It was square shaped, and stretched several feet wide in all directions. Realizing what it was, the hellhound smiled from cheek to cheek, a fountain of drool pouring from all corners of her mouth. She opened her maw as wide as she could, arms and legs spread out as she took a wide stance. In an instant, her whole world became engulfed in a sea of bread, cream, and frosting, as a giant slice of cake fell through the portal directly on top of her with a loud splat. 

The initial rush of pastry that ran through her gullet filled her belly unlike anything she had eaten all day. Unable to even move her arms or head within the cake, she had no choice but to continuously gulp it all down, without the aid of her ghostly hands in such a confined space. Whenever she cleared the cake in front of her mouth, the rest of the interior would collapse around her, forcing more of it into her maw. Swallowing became such a laborious process with not a second to rest or catch her breath. Her throat filled itself to the brim, piling up mounds of cake and frosting she couldn't swallow fast enough. But despite drowning herself in pastry, a crooked smile still managed to form on her face. The intoxicating pleasure of such reckless overeating, lavished her being with each gulp.

The imp looked on in shock as the giant cake gradually decreased in size, the sound of Loona’s hefty gulps echoing throughout the tent. Once it became low enough, her head burst through the top layer, tilted upward while a slab of cake slid down her gullet. She breathed heavily for a few seconds before the ghost hands reappeared and began feeding her the rest of the cake. Willfully, she kept her mouth open. Once her bulky-flabby arms were free, she rested them on her swelling gut, feeling it growing bigger and fatter with each passing second. 

After ten minutes, Loona’s incessant gulping had finally ceased. The hands had picked up every crumble of bread and lick of frosting both off the floor and on Loona’s own fur, thoroughly feeding her all that remained until no trace of cake was in sight. The hellhound leaned herself back, held upright by her colossal rear and a pile of back rolls stacked atop one another. Both her top, leggings, and skirt had long torn apart, potentially consumed along with the cake as there were no traces of her clothing anywhere. Her fat arms lazily rested atop of her enormous belly, having blimped up to the size of a small car. Her legs sprawled at her sides, nearly enveloped by her gut’s enormity save for her luscious thighs slightly propping it up.

Her head barely managed to peek past her belly and large bosom, her face squishing into a set of neck rolls while looking down with drunken pride at how fat she became. She leaned herself back further, jutting out her massive gut as much as she could to feel the slew of gluttony churning inside her. Suddenly, the shift in weight toppled her over, resting her flat on her back. The mountain of white fur that was her belly then fell on top of her; its thunderous sloshes played like a symphony in her smothered ears. So gelatinous and coated with blubber, it squeezed against her muzzle and paws, burying her in soft-undulating lard that made her muffle with elated bliss.

As her belly sloshed in the opposite direction, its immense weight tugged at the rest of her body, pulling back up to a standing position. It flowed several feet outward onto the floor, rubbing against her hulking legs and enveloping her footpaws. “Hic-hilp, now I see, oooourrrp, how a dragon, hic-hilp, can leave here so fat. I feel, bwoooorp, enormous…hilp.” 

“And that was only a small slice of cake, miss,” spoke the Imp, “imagine if I dropped the whole thing on top of you.”

Loona dropped her arms atop of her massive belly, “oooogh, no more, buuuraap, huff, I’ll burst. Never felt so, hic-hilp, stuffed, oogh, in my life. Besides, hic-hilp, there’s always tomorrow. I’ll be coming back, hic-hilp, for the rest of the weekend.”

“That’s terrific!” 

Another voice erupted from the front of the tent. Squinting her eyes through dazed vision, Loona smiled upon noticing the familiar girth, pointy muzzle, whiskers, and long tail of the same demon who advertised the fair on her phone. “Hey, hic-hilp, you’re that singing dancing rat from the ad.”

The rat kissed her paw, “Impleton, at your service, my dear. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. We don’t get many hellhound visitors, and you are indeed some terrific, radiant, gluttonous hound. To have glutted and gorged yourself to such lengths on your first visit, is nothing short of miraculous. You, my dear, are a prodigy, and we are most humbled to have you here.” 

Loona sheepishly smiled between her chubby-blushing cheeks, “well shit, hic-hilp, feels nice to be appreciated for once.”

“Are you, by any chance, staying someplace near the fair, miss?”

“Oh, orp, fuck. Actually, no. I didn’t expect to get so huge. Thought I’d be able to, hic-hilp, take the bus back to Pride and comeback, huff, the next day.”

“Then please, allow me to escort you to our…private suite, meant for our more honored guests, like yourself. It’s within the fairgrounds, so you’ll be able to get right back to high living bright and early tomorrow, at no extra charge.” 

“Holy shit, hic-hilp, you serious? You’re my kinda rat, Impy.”

“And you’re just the type of patron this fair was created for, miss?”

“It’s Loona.” 

“Miss, Loona. How pretty.”

“You could just call me, Loona. It’s cool.”

“Well, Loona, I must say, you don’t know how glad I am to finally meet one such as you. A naturally heavy eater whose stomach truly can handle…anything…” 

The rat demon guided Loona out of the tent, his corpulent waistline brushing against hers as they chatted on their way to the private suite. It was difficult listening to the rat’s praises of her beyond her glorping stomach and hiccups, but his muffled words filled her with such pride all the same. Her added blubber rubbing against her thighs and wobbling with each labored step also pleased her beyond belief. Waddling away fatter than she ever dreamed of, she already started to think of where she’d start eating the next day, and how much more she’d shove down her gullet. By the time she went back to I.M.P., she’d have the whole office floor toppling down to the ground level, with Blitz and Moxxie being forced to sweep up the rubble. 

    * 

“Christ on a stick, I can’t believe we made it back alive. Moxxie, next time I decide to take a rival crime boss as a client, just kick me in the nuts instead!”

“Will do, sir.” 

“Of all the times Millie decides to visit her folks, and Loona takes a three day weekend, it has to be during our toughest job yet!” 

“Millie at least told you in advance she’d be leaving this weekend, Blitz.” 

“Yeah, I know, I don’t need you to remind me, Mox! Meanwhile, my Loony throws a shit fit because you couldn’t part with a fucking salad! I swear, I’m gunna put the foot down the moment she comes back, and that better be today!” 

“That’ll be a first.”

Blitzo and Moxxie slumped themselves down on one of the reception area’s couches. Bruised and battered, both blew sighs of relief having survived their recent job off the skin of their teeth. 

“I’m gunna do it, Mox,” said Blitzo, “if Loona were here, she could’ve portal us out in a jiffy. How the heaven can I shoot a safehouse full of thugs and use this heavy ass book at the same time?” 

“If you hadn’t started blasting and we killed the target more quietly, we could’ve left the with less bullet wounds, sir.” 

“Be that as it may, it’s Loona’s job to get is out, not mine, and as soon as I see her I’m gunna give her a piece of my mind.” 

Suddenly, a loud sound like crashing thunder was heard down the hall outside the reception office. The floor trembled following each sound, shaking the items hanging off the walls and the peripherals on the reception desk. As it came closer, a cacophony of sloshes accompanied the deafening noise, along with a series of hiccups and groans that were all too familiar. 

As the newly installed double office doors thrusted open, the two imps were greeted by a wall of white and gray fur; the wide mound of flesh poured itself into the room, and stretched wider than the door itself. Shaking violently, the pile of jiggling fur hid behind it a pair of large footpaws buried under its rippling mass. Taking one step inside, the upper half of this hulking beast bent under the doorway and entered the room. As it looked up, the pair of imps were shocked to see Loona’s swollen face grinning at them; neck lost under multiple chins, multiple bulging rolls of neck fat, and puffy cheeks that rubbed against the corners of her eyes.

“Hic-hilp, I’m back,” she said with a husky tone, “what a weekend.” 

Huffing and puffing, the hellhound fell onto her titanic belly as she squished through the widened doorway. She stood up a few feet taller than when she left on Friday, proudly jutting out her belly which had grown as wide as a pickup truck. “Never have I, hic-hilp, seen such feasting. I had to top myself off a little, hic-hilp, before coming back here, and the thought of staying, hic-hilp, for the rest of the week, hic-hilp, was so fucking tempting. Ooogh, it was so rich you guys, hic-hilp, rich!”

Moxxie looked to Blitzo to comment on her size, only to see him stare in complete bewilderment. Seeing as his boss was at a loss for words, the imp took it upon himself to chime in. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. You let something as small as a lunch turn you into this…unsightly blob.”

Loona’s giant rear wiggled as she waddled her way over to the reception desk. “I’d tell you, hic-hilp, to eat a dick Moxxie, but the thought of eating anything, hic-hilp, makes me want to go out and fill my stomach some more, uuuff, and I just barely got back.” 

“What is wrong with you? Just look at yourself, how can you possibly eat anything else? You are so ridiculously fat you take up a quarter of the room! On top of that, while you were busy stuffing your fat face wherever the hell you were, we were busy fighting for our lives on the hardest job we’ve had to date!” 

“Hic-hilp, hooray for you. This has been a weekend.” 

Standing behind her desk, Loona hoisted as much of her belly as she could on top of it. Her burbling gut completely enveloped it from all angles, knocking over both the telephone and her computer. Resting her back against the wall, she sat down with her paws resting on her stomach. Unable to handle such a monumental mound of fur and lard, the desk suddenly flattened under its weight, her belly landing on the floor with a sickening squelch and sending pleasant ripples throughout every roll of her flabby figure. 

“Ooouuurp, ooh, that was a big one. Nice to know you dumbasses, hic-hilp, were getting shot at while I was having my ass massaged while gulping down a twenty foot hero sandwich.”  

“Why do you get to just take the weekend off anyway? You hardly do anything for this company as it is!” 

“Now that’s not true,” Blitzo stood up from the couch, “Loona deserves a break once in a while as well.”

“Seriously, sir? After what we've been through, you’re taking her side again?”

“Hey, Loona’s been through a lot, and she deserved some well needed R and R.” 

Sighing with frustration, Moxxie stood up from the couch and left the room. Blitzo stood in awe of Loona’s mountainous girth, standing beside her and watching as she rubbed and groped her blubbery bulk. “Satan damn, Loony, I knew you’d come back fat as hell but I didn’t expect this,” he pressed his claws into Loona’s belly, “you’ve gotten so soft too.” 

Loona’s cheeks flushed a bright red, embarrassed by her adopted father’s affection and yet flustered by how a hug from him hardly covered any area of her huge belly. “What can I, hic-hilp, say, I guess I’m naturally a heavy eater.” 

“Apparently. I was worried if the new double wide door I got installed would be enough for you to fit through.”

“You might have to, hic-hilp, get a bigger one. The weekend’s coming up, and the fair owner invited me to come back.” 

“Oh god...well in that case...I might have to give that door guy a call real quick. Maybe he knows someone who can sell me a sturdier reception desk too.” 

Blitzo slipped into his office, leaving Loona to continue admiring her blubbery mass. She gave herself a good squeeze, scooping up heaps of lard that poured over her lush arms. She felt her indigested gorge shift around underneath her numerous layers of fat, eb and flowing as her arms wobbled her belly. Its wave-like motions caused her inner stomach to slosh against her other internal organs, creating a most pleasurable inner belly massage.

Dozing off into sleep, she thought of what she’ll do when she returns to the fair at the start of the weekend. Another weekend of food and pleasure was right around the corner, aiding in her newfound growing lust to fatten up and overeat to her heart’s contentment. Impleton’s invite and free of charge service felt like a dream come true, and the rat demon also seemed highly eager for her return. As her eyes shut, she thought of the fair’s little jingle that played in the advertisement, as well as she, barely standing by the tip of her footpaws at the center of the fair’s midway, triumphantly swinging around her colossal body with her meaty arms reaching for the sky. Her form was so monstrously padded with blubber, it made her current girth look like she was wasting away. It would become her ultimate goal, having grown so huge and so fat, even a whole dragon sized cake, like the mere slice she had in the fair’s tent, would only serve as a small dessert after a main course of unbelievable gluttony.

Throwing her weight around in her dreams, she huskily and drunkenly recited the final few lyrics of her song. Teetering on the tip of her footpaws as wobbled toward further gluttony.

A fair, is a veeer-ritable smorgasbord…orgasbord…orgas-bord, 

Feeeasts everywhere…you’re aaat…hic-hilp

Each hour…you’ll devour…enough to grow your gut…and your butt…gorge and gluuut,

Round…when a hound…gets…fat…fat…fat…faaaaaaat!