A Taste for Demon pt 2

A few months had passed since Loona’s first gorge at the cleaners, with its bountiful effects making a permanent mark on her figure. Having tasted pure gluttony, the hellhound became addicted to stuffing her face, along with the improvements to her body that came from overeating. Her clothes increased several sizes larger to support her fuller thighs, plump arms, and rotund belly. She shamelessly displayed her corpulent assets in full view, regardless of who stared. Her own approval was all that mattered, which her paws constantly reminded her with how much she groped and caressed her fattening curves.

Though her appetite for food had increased, nothing compared to her first real gorge a few months back. Gobbling up numerous imps and the bull demon to the point her belly reached the floor, the drunken ecstasy of swallowing entire demons and feeling them squirm within her throat and stomach provided her with untold pleasures. Gobbling up the bull in particular, a meal so large the weight of him physically knocked her over, gave her such an intoxicating rush that she was left in drunken ecstasy. The pleasure of feeling all her prey weighing her down was unrivaled. Her limbs, waist, hips, and face bulging with lard as a result was the most rapturous joy she had experienced in her life thus far.

She yearned for yet another day like that, even performing more favors for Blitz just to see if the opportunity would arrive once more. In the meantime, she settled with indulging in her snacks, maintaining what luscious curves she managed to retain since her last gluttonous outing.

It was after work, and the hell sun was finishing its final descent into night. Milly and Moxxie were dropped off at their apartment, while Blitz couldn’t wait to return to his and crash on the couch. The day’s work had completely sapped him of energy, giving Loona the opportunity to sneak out unnoticed. She headed down to the nearest gas station, mulling over what particular snack she had a craving for today. But mostly, she reminisced on that day at the cleaners, thinking if she couldn’t stumble on an opportunity to eat some demons, she’d have to create one herself. Either way, she was long overdue for another feast.

Loona pulled back the handle of the cracked gas station glass door; the alluring smell of gas station hot dogs and hot nacho cheese twitched her muzzle as she entered. The imp cashier and herself exchanged a brief glance. Behind his barrier of plexiglass, she wouldn’t be able to reach for him even if she wanted to gobble him up. The CCTV camera footage on the television behind him showed a most tantalizing image of herself. Admiring her figure as she walked more clearly into frame, she couldn’t help but look in wide eyed amazement over how fat she had become over the months.

Bags of peanuts, donuts, and chips crinkled in her grasp as she loaded her arms with an assortment of snacks. She made her way down the aisle toward the back refrigerator units, struggling to grab multiple sodas with the tips of her digits. Suddenly, her canine ears picked up snickering from across the aisle. From the corner of her eye she saw four male hellhounds looking in her direction, all of them young and not much thinner than she was at her original thin size.

“Dude, she’s so fucking fat,” one of the hounds whispered.

“Look at all that shit she’s carrying, what a fatass.”

“You’d think she’d try to cover up that gut.”

“Satan damn, she’s huge.”

Turning her head in their direction, the four hounds feigned minding their own business by browsing and taking a pack of beer from the fridge. Loona snarled as she walked away, her fur standing up in rage hearing them continue to snicker and jeer behind her back.

“Look at her jiggle.”

“Seriously. What a fucking fat bitch.”

Purchasing her horde of snacks, Loona left carrying them all in two separate bags. Licking her chops, her stomach gurgled with a fiery passion, kindled by the hounds inside. She waited around the side of the building, hidden from view near a van parked at the corner, which she assumed belonged to them. She had at last found her excuse; her gluttonous opportunity to yet again feast on other demons. Already she could feel her stomach once again swelling to an obscene degree. Drool seeped from her lips, dripping down her fangs as she toothily grinned.

Her heartbeat raced upon hearing the electric jingle of the gas station front door open. She hid closer to the shadows, hearing the hounds' voices growing closer. Her claws gripped at her chunky belly, pleading that it not gurgle too loudly. The hounds finally came into view, two of them entering the front seats while the other two opened the back doors, tossing in their packs of beer before entering themselves. Before they could shut the back doors, Loona swiftly made her move. Without warning, the two hounds recoiled as each bag of Loona’s snacks were flung in their faces.

“Yo, what the fuck,” shouted a hound, shoving the bag from his face only to be greeted by a pink gaping maw lunging at him. He was unable to react before his entire muzzle slipped inside the moist mouth. A pair of powerful paws pushed at the back of his head until his eyes and ears slipped into the moist darkness. Fangs prodded along his skinny neck before the first echoing gulp pulled him deeper down the pulsating throat. Desperately he resisted with his scrawny arms, but his devourer’s gulps proved too powerful as he felt its jowls wrap around his arms, then his waist.

Loona gulped down her first hellhound like she had been doing it most of her life. She didn’t hesitate to start with the second after immediately swallowing the first. Both were more like jackals than hounds, barely any meat on them but still provided amazing sustenance. Belching after finishing her meal, Loona looked to the two hounds sitting in the front seats; both of whom frantically fiddled with their seat belts.

“What’s wrong, assholes? Not laughing anymore?”

The two hounds managed to set themselves free, only for Loona to conveniently grab them by the scruff and pull them from their seats. Even in the cramped space of the van, the euphoria of the feast filled every fiber of Loona’s being. The longing she had felt to glut down massive prey again felt like a great weight holding her down. Feeling her prey become a hefty bulge in her throat, and the pleasure of swallowing them all down, filled her with such bliss that her legs turned into jelly, barely able to keep her standing as she swooned from left to right.

Pushing the final hound’s footpaws toward the back of her throat, she gave a mighty gulp, wincing with a pleasant grin as the hound entered her now swollen stomach. Loona moaned with glee, falling backward on the floor of the van, her chunky limbs sprawled out. The van echoed with her content burping, while the metal groaned under her weight. Distressed muffling could be heard from inside her massive belly, with the paws of her devoured prey pushing and kicking under her soft flesh.

The engorged hound gave her globular gut a hearty smack. Her red eyes covetously fixated on how her prey squirmed underneath her fur. “*Bwooorp*, oh-fuck…I forgot about how good this felt. You boys made me, *huff*, so happy. Too bad there were only four of you.”

Letting loose another gaseous belch, an odd ball like object came up with it, smacking her in the face. She picked it up, disgusted at how it dripped with her own drool. Unraveling the paper, her eyes bulged wide upon seeing it was an invitation to a house party not too far from where she was. Regardless if the attendees hadn’t pissed her off, the thought of a whole house full of hellhounds to gorge upon made her belly burble with anticipation. All those potential meals gathered in one place was a smorgasbord too good for her to pass up.

“Christ on a stick,” Loona huskily sighed, “I really am gunna be one fat fucking bitch, *orp*, before the day is through.”

Her stomach blorped with excitement; the hounds squirming around must have heard her, as they began writhing around more restlessly. Loona exited the van, placing a paw on her now burdened belly jutting outward. She circled around to the driver’s seat, having difficulty in squeezing herself in. Even with the seat fully stretched back, her belly prodded against the steering wheel. The seat belt and door handle dug into her waist and hips. It would be an uncomfortable ride to the party, but a short one fortunately, and within walking distance of home. After her feast, she’ll hopefully be home before Blitz notices her absence.

The traffic lights were on Loona’s side, and there were hardly any other cars along her path; she blew a sigh of relief, grateful to avoid awkward moments when her squirming belly would accidentally push on the van’s horn. She parked across the street of the house, nearly falling onto the sidewalk just to squeeze herself out of the vehicle. The home was run down and in shambles, along with the other abandoned houses of the empty neighborhood, ideal for a pack of rambunctious hounds to cause a disturbance. Equal parts nervous and anxious, she waited for her legs to cease trembling, wiped drool from her lips, and made her way across the street.

The dilapidated abode was a two story complex, with dark wooden boards resembling that of a burnt tree. The driveway and sidewalk were lined with dozens of vehicles, more than Loona expected to see for a party outside of the city. Music blared through the front doors and windows, shaking the rickety woodwork as if the sound alone would topple the house itself. A few hounds socialized around the house’s front porch, with some new arrivals bringing in packs of beer and aluminum foil containers of food. Loona couldn’t help but lick her lips; her stomach growling at the sight of more food options besides simply hellhounds.

As she walked up the cracked stone pathway to the front porch, hellhounds outside stared at her in awe, dumbfounded by the site of such a fat hound. Loona sheepishly grinned, her heavy footpaws causing the porch boards to groan with stress. She tried playing it cool, exchanging brief glances and simple greetings such as, “hey,” and, “what’s up,” until finally making her way inside the house. She knew she had to play this right, lest all her potential meals escape in a panicked Frenzy if she started gobbling them up right now.

The inside of the house was larger than expected. The short hallway led into a large living room where most of the hellhounds congregated. A DJ played music at the end of the room to a stream of flashing-multicolored lights and hounds dancing in the center. A table was set up at the right end of the room where the punch bowl sat, along with an assortment of beer boxes; their cans either unopened or thrown about the table. The stairwell was to Loona’s left, and further left of the living room was the kitchen, where trays of food, and a large chocolate cake were made available to all.

More eyes fixed on Loona as she brushed through the crowds toward the punch table. She wryly smiled, trying to keep her back to them to take their attention off her massive wobbling gut; thankfully, the DJ helped divert their attention as the beat of the song began to pick up. As they returned to awkwardly dance, Loona filled herself a cup from the punch bowl. From the corner of her eye she surveyed the room, counting how many hounds were present.

There’s so many of them, Loona thought to herself, I’m not sure if I could eat them all.

The hound recoiled at her stomach’s furious grumbling, not expecting to hear it above the loud music. She drank from her cup, looking down at her belly resting upon the table. Her cheeks reddened seeing how she was half as wide as the table itself, then imagining it growing wider with each hound in the room she’d gobble up. Four hounds had bloated her to the point she would snuggly fit through doorways. With the twenty or so hounds she roughly counted standing behind her, some of which were on the chubby and burly side, she’d be lucky to even budge an inch with how fat and full she’d become.

Loona picked up a case of beer; while planning out how and when to make her move, she would inspect the dinner selections the party had to offer. The assortment of aluminum trays were spread out across a wide foldable table. Steam rose from the still warm food, caressing Loona’s muzzle with its mouthwatering aroma. Her mouth drooled at the sight of sheets of lasagna, macaroni, hot wings and fried chicken all barely touched by the other party goers. The three layered chocolate cake was also calling her name; the hound who crafted it was undoubtedly proud of their work, and who better to appreciate it than Loona’s own stomach.

Pushed by her gluttonous hunger, the hellhound picked up the entire tray of lasagna with both paws. Tipping it at an angle, she held it above her chest and dug into the meal face first. The hounds closest to her grimaced at the sight of her wolfing it all down; their bodies quivered hearing her sloppy gulps and pleasured murmuring, watching her waistline stretch with each second she ate. Feeling her cheeks fill and throat bulge with large globs of food filled her with such glee. Licking what cheese and sauce remained on the empty tray, she stepped over to the next one and continued her treatment.

Whether feeling her belly swell with large prey or gradually swell with copious amounts of food, Loona was enraptured by the pleasures of the feast. Her gut poured over onto her luscious thighs with each gulp. The folds across her back stretched thicker and wider, squishing together the further she stuck out her gut. Her legs took a wider stance with every pound she gained, trying to keep her balanced with the increase in weight. The clothing she wore barely covered the hefty chunks of wobbling flesh they fitted, growing tighter and unraveling at the seams.

Loona groaned with delight after finishing her third tray; her paws lovingly wrapped around her globular belly as they gave it a hearty squeeze. She washed down huge mouthfuls of fried chicken with the beer she took from the table, waiting until her cheeks were packed to the brim before gulping it all down. With the cake being all that was left, she scooped up the top layer with her paws, messily stuffing it in her mouth and getting crumbs in her fur. She sloppily grinned whilst licking her paws of chocolate icing, eager to glut down the rest of the cake in one go to the tune of her burbling belly.

“Hey!”

Loona looked behind her. Standing with her arms crossed in a scolding manner was a collie hellhound with two others by her side, both of them equally angered. “That food was for everyone,” said the collie.

Toothily grinning, the gluttonous hellhound leaned beside the cake, smacking her large gut with a paw and giving it a taunting shake. “*Ooourp*, my bad. I’m just enjoying everything, *hic*, this party has to offer. Don’t worry though, I managed to save you a slice.”

Taking a knife off the table, Loona cut a modest slice from the cake, putting it on an empty plate. Then with both her paws, she picked up the remaining cake, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and proceeded to shove it inside. Her throat bulged outward for the others to see; her paws greedily pushing the cake down from multiple angles, preventing as many crumbs from falling out as possible. The three hounds wretched at Loona’s muffled laughter, watching her smile from ear to ear-hearing her labored gulps and watching her grotesque stomach swell even larger.

Loona sighed in contentment once the rest of the cake was swallowed. Her body fattened up wider than the three hounds standing side by side. Belching, she looked on in delight at the collie holding a paw to her mouth, visibly sickened by Loona’s massive belly. She meant to taunt the collie further before a pair of hounds going upstairs caught her eye, watching them walk together into one of the rooms. Isolated and alone, the second floor seemed like a good place to start with her hellhound buffet.

“*Bworp*, here,” Loona slid the plate over to the collie, “have it or don’t, I’ll be back for it later, *hic*, either way.”

She brushed her way past the hounds, bumping them with her wide hips on her way to the stairs. Her paw clenched at the wooden railing for support. The muscles in her thighs strained with each step, causing her to huff with air once she reached the top of the stairs. She waited to catch her breath, then walked to the last door at the right end of the hall, where she saw the hound couple walking. Slowly and quietly she turned the knob, peeking inside at the couple sitting atop of a bed and making out.

The sound of Loona’s belly squelching against the doorframe alerted the two hounds. She entered the room, closing the door behind her and meeting the gaze of the male hound, who was noticeably angered. “Dude, what the fuck? Can we get some privacy?”

Loona slowly crept her way toward the two. “Mind if I join you?”

The couple looked at each other in confusion. The female hound spoke next. “Are you for real? A threesome with all that cake around your mouth? That’s fucking disgusting.”

Loona licked the cake off her lips, smacking her chops. “My bad. *Mmm*, this party sure has lots for a gal to eat.”

“Fuck off fatty,” said the male hound. “Go make out with the food downstairs.”

Loona towered over the two hounds, her shadow spreading across the bed. “I already did, *hic*, in fact I ate everything. But the problem is…I’m still starving.”

Baring her saliva dripped canines, Loona lunged at the hound couple with open arms, picking them both up at once. Holding them off the bed, she shoved them into the dark chasm of her mouth, muffling their panicked screams from the rest of the guests outside. Four arms and legs wriggled as she swallowed them whole, patting the bulge in her neck and feeling her stomach expand. She leaned onto the bed, fluttering her eyes from the pleasure of feeling herself grow larger. Pushing down their footpaws toward the back of her throat, she gave a final gulp before moaning from the euphoria.

“Holy shit, *ooouurp*, what a glut. Such a huge stomach, *buuraap*, I feel like such a pig.”

She pushed herself off the bed, groaning as patted her belly and arched her back. Her blubbery body grew another few inches, ripping her skirt and snapping off a few straps of her top. The floorboards creaked from her footsteps, her footpaws teetering for balance with her muffling meal swaying her gut side to side. Loona looked down at her belly with pride, clutching at it with both paws. Squeezing its blubbery bulk, she cooed at the sound of its muddy squelching.

“With luck, *hic*, another couple will come in here, and I’ll be back for them.”

Leaving the room and squeezing herself through the doorway, her eyes focused on the room at the other side of the hall. The door was cracked half open with light streaming out onto the hallway floor. A group of voices could be heard from within, and from outside the door, she saw at least three hounds smoking and sitting on a couch. She stomped her way over, using the walls to help keep her balance due to her swaying-thrashing stomach. Pushing the door open, her jaw dropped at the sight of at least seven more hounds within the room, two of which were quite fat themselves. Four of them played billiards while the other three sat around a table playing cards; all of them looked vexedly at Loona standing in the center of the doorway, a waterfall of drool dripping from her lips.

“You lost lady,” spoke one of the hounds.

Loona licked her mouth, trying to squeeze through the door frame. “Nope, *hic*. Actually, I’m right, *hnng*, where I, *oof*, want to be.”

The fat hound nearly fell over as her hips freed themselves of the vice-like doorframe. One of the hounds on the couch flicked a cigarette in her direction. “This is a private game room, invites only. Nobody here invited you, so you mind leaving?”

“No thanks,” she closed the door behind her, turning the locks, “I came, *orp*, for the food.”

“All the food is downstairs, get lost.”

“Oh no, there’s plenty of food in here by the looks of it.” Loona hefted as much of her sloshing belly as she could hold in her paws, arching her back and bouncing it in her arms while wearing a large-teeth baring smile. “Those four dorks at the gas station filled me up nicely for starters; they even gave me that party invite to help me find this place.”

The other hounds ominously looked to each other; some of them looking to Loona’s bouncing gut, hearing among its sickening sloshing a pair of muffled voices. One of the hounds swallowed his spit, nervously caressing the pool cue in his paws. “I-is she talking about…Jason…and the boys?”

“Shut up, dumbass. You saying she ate them?”

“Well who the fuck takes this long to bring back beer?”

“Oh no, they got their beer, *ooorp*, and then I got them.” Loona walked her way toward the hounds on the couch, her footsteps shaking the dust off the walls and ceiling. Her red eyes glared covetously at the hound sitting nearest to her. Trembling, the hound clutched at his drink, scooting over to the other two as Loona leaned over the three of them, saliva dripping onto the dusty cushions.

“Your friends made great appetizers, *hic*. But now, I think it’s time for the main course.”

Loona grabbed two hounds by the collar of their clothing, fitting them both in her mouth while her massive gut pinned the other hound to the couch. Watching their friends sink deeper down her maw, the other hounds behind Loona were frozen in fear before one of them summoned enough courage to run and help. By then, he was too late; Loona had swallowed them down to their waistlines and took a couple gulps to reach their knees. The hound shouted to the others as Loona grabbed his wrist, grinning from the corner of her mouth and ready to make a meal out of him as well.

Another hound came to help, attempting to wretch Loona’s paw away from his friend’s. Endowed by the strength of her ravenous gluttony, she overpowered the two hounds and began slurping them up by their arms. The remaining hounds bounded into action at their panicked screams. Loona turned around to meet them, grunting in pain as a pair of the larger hounds tackled her onto the sofa with a guttural squelch from her belly, sitting her down. Two hounds held her arms down, while another two pulled at the pair being eaten; one hound also tried opening Loona’s maw even wider for more space. However, it had the opposite effect, allowing her to more easily gulp them down, like an alligator refusing to let go of its meal once caught between its jaws.

Swallowing the two hounds down to their waists, her body swelled wider, tearing through the last seams of her clothing. Her chunky hips and waist pressed against her captors, and even squished against the other hound sitting beside her, who desperately wrestled with her blubber to free himself of her crushing weight. Her thickening arms became more difficult to hold down, with their paws merely clenching at heaps of lard laden fur growing as large as their own torsos. The defined bulges her prey made as they traversed down her throat became further lost behind abundant rolls of neck blubber squishing against her plump cheeks. Meanwhile the muffled shouts of her prey grew louder within her belly, oozing between her meaty legs and onto the floor.

The pair of footpaws passed between Loona’s jaws, filling her cheeks before taking one final gulp to devour them completely. Feeling her stomach swell out another few feet, the voracious hound belched in triumph, sloppily grinning with drool dripping down the corners of her mouth. The springs on the couch groaned as she leaned forward, overpowering both of the hounds holding her back. She towered over them, standing a head taller and looking down at them. Grabbing the hounds still holding her, she made quick work of them, gobbling them up in just a few gulps compared to the others she had eaten that day.

The three hounds in front of her frantically ran toward the door. Taken aback by their speed, Loona clumsily trundled her way to them, pushing against her massive belly now spilling onto the floor. “Oh no you, *hic-hilp*, don’t!”

Before they could turn the doorknob, Loona managed to fall forward onto her belly, pinning the three against the door with her chest. Wrapping her arms around all three of them, she lifted them up to her mouth, devouring all three at once. Once more the euphoria of swallowing more prey at one time sent a surge of pleasure throughout her blubbery body. She enjoyed having to guide her prey down her gullet with her claws, forcing herself to gorge more despite how incredibly stuffed she felt. The feeling of the fat on her body growing heavier and more abundant the more she gulped filled her with such elation, her white flabby cheeks blushed a bright red. Her expanding belly glorped with the addition of new prey. Moaning with bliss, Loona pushed herself off the door and turned back toward the room, drunkenly hunched over her enormous blorping gut.

“*Hic-hilp*, fuck! You all, *bwooooorp*, fattened me up, *hic*, so much. *Uff*, I feel like a total whale, *hic-hilp*. These arms…this ass, *uuurp*, this belly, all this lard, *hic-hilp*, feels so good to carry around. *Hmmf*, fuck this is so hot, *hic-hilp*.”

Groping her lardaceous body, her digits sunk into her fat rear and gut like she was kneading a pair of giant marshmallows. She attempted to stand more upright, moaning at the glorping weight of her belly holding her down. The dozen hellhounds now squirming within her gut provided her with the utmost pleasurable inner massage; their restless sloshing and kneading of her stomach’s inner lining was like multiple masseurs massaging her from the inside. With her paws squishing on her hips and her ample chest, she looked down in awe, proud at her writhing-bubbling mountain of white blubber.

She gave her breasts a playful squeeze before noticing a blur on the couch in her peripheral vision. Squinting her eyes, she smacked her lips at the sight of the last remaining hound she had squished-attempting to blend into the couch and avoid being noticed. “*Hic-hilp*, I almost forgot about you.”

Like a lumbering giant, Loona stomped her way over to the hound; attempting to bolt off the couch, he tripped and fumbled right into Loona’s gut, allowing her to pick him up and swallow him whole in just a few gulps. With the whole room churning around in her gut, the gluttonous hound became a hot and bothered mess. Each lift of one of her hulking legs rubbed against her titanic belly, pushing it forward as it dragged upon the floor. Her hips and rear jiggled her side to side, weighing down on her beach ball sized thighs that now enveloped her knees. She was the ideal walking pile of lard she had so greedily coveted these past months; but as absurdly stuffed as she was, there were still the hounds downstairs to fatten her up just a bit more.

Exiting the room proved difficult now that she was twice as big. Half of her belly filled the entire doorway, while her paws gripped the frame, desperately trying to pull herself through. The old wood on the frame gradually snapped, and the rusted hinges on the door bent as more of her blubber poured into the hall. With her belly and upper torso outside of the room, she pushed along the tight hallway walls until her hips managed to break free, leaving a sizable hole where the door once was.

Loona squeezed her way down the hall, her belly and wide rump pressing tightly along the walls. Once free of them, she huffed with relief at the base of the stairwell, letting loose a gaseous belch and drawing the attention of everyone below. The music had stopped, and all eyes were on the enormous mass of fur and fat cautiously descending the stairs. The railing broke due to her elephantine hips. The boards cracked with each step, causing those hounds standing closest to the stairs to recoil in fright. Reaching near the bottom, a board broke under her weight, leaning her forward and dangling with one footpaw in the air. The loss of balance sent her hurtling forward, passing the final few steps and crashing to the floor, landing atop of her belly with an ear shattering squelch.

Loona winced, moaning in discomfort as her squirming prey violently thrashed about in her gut. Still, the blurry site of at least twenty or so hounds in the room put a sloppy grin on her face. “*Hic-hilp*, hey guys.”

The group of hounds kept their distance, whispering amongst each other, unsure of whether to help her up or keep recording her with their phones. She pushed off of her gut and waddled toward the front door. “This was, *oof*, one hell of a, *hic-hilp*, party. I’ve never, *urf*, felt my stomach, *oorp*, get so full. You all, *huff*, know how to, *mmf*, make a girl feel, *hic-hilp*, really fat, hehe.”

Shutting the door, Loona locked it and turned back to the dance floor. All the hounds huddled together, pushing up against the D.J’s turntable as the drooling behemoth of a hound lumbered toward them. “I’m gunna be a total blob, *hic-hilp*, once I’ve finished gorging, *bwooorp*, the rest of you.”

Grabbing her first two hounds from the front of the crowd, Loona swallowed them up, their legs still sticking out of her mouth as she grinned at the crowd. Panic immediately erupted throughout the room, with hounds pushing and shoving to look for some avenue of escape. Loona caught two more hounds trying to circle around her to get to the door, which she used her wide body to block off. She quickly wolfed down meals two at a time, grabbing anyone who had been pushed to the floor or was near her vicinity. Some hounds tried scrambling upstairs, but with the damage Loona had caused to the steps, their trampling weight caused the stairway to fall apart, collapsing multiple hounds onto a neat pile atop of each other. With all the windows boarded up and the only exit being behind their captor, the remaining guests had no choice but to hide around the room.

Exhilarated by her wanton gluttony, Loona completely lost herself in the smorgasbord within the room. Standing over at least four hounds that fell from the stairs, she pulled them by the legs and lapped them up in her mouth. With gluttonous abandon, she gulped at all four pairs of limbs, her paws clenching at the soft fat of her belly as it grew evermore monstrous and huge. Eight paws fought to push against her chubby cheeks and neck rolls, but they too were slurped down like noodles. The last thing their eyes saw was the ceiling as Loona tilted her head upward, four heads and eight eyes watching the jaws around them close before shooting down Loona’s gullet.

Behind the turntable, within the kitchen cabinets, and in the broom closet, no place was safe from the voracious hound. Mouthful by mouthful, her belly poured further onto the floor in every direction. Her waistline grew so thick that her equally large arms squished against her love handles. Her flabby cheeks were like basketballs, squishing against her ears and partially her eyes; her face so flabby that her muzzle appeared stick-like in comparison to the bulging fat around it. The weight of her lard laden legs did little to hold her to the ground, with only the tips of her footpaws touching the floor due to her belly’s growth.

“*Booouuuraaaap*, *guh*, so, *hic-hilp*, full, *hnng*.” Loona caressed her blob of a gut, squishing heaps of blubber against her robust chest. “How many, *hic-hilp*, did I eat? There was, *ooorp*, 3 over there…two behind that…five in there. Hmm, four I think, *hic-hilp*, there. Think there’s still more, *bworp*. *Hmmf*, don’t know, *hilp*, if my stomach…can handle…more.”

As she struggled to turn around, a sudden sneeze caught her ear from behind a door she had forgotten about in her ecstasy. She hauled herself over to find the door locked, forcing her to demolish it completely with her new weight. Her belly broke it down along with the surrounding wall, collapsing Loona onto the floor and lifting her legs off the ground and onto her gut. At floor level, she found the remaining hounds all hiding under the bed, along with the collie from earlier being among them.

With a gleam in her eyes and a crooked smile, Loona pulled herself forward, getting within grabbing range of the bed. Using it to help her back to a standing position, she leaned over, grabbed it by the bottom and flipped the bed over. Like cockroaches, the exposed hounds scrambled around looking for someplace to flee, but with Loona blocking off the only exit, escape was futile.

She herded the six of them into a corner. Her belly squished against them as she got within grabbing range. Leaning forward, she did her best to wrap her arms around the six of them, holding them close to the point they smooshed against her robust chest.

“Told you, *hic-hilp*, I was eating that cake either way,” she spoke to the collie one last time, fitting her jowls around all six heads.

Straining to lean her head back, swallowing six thrashing bodies at once provided a final euphoric challenge. The sheer mass of them wedged in her gullet, coupled with all of their combined struggling, made gulping them all down at once quite the labor. With how fat her arms became, she could hardly reach them with her paws to help guide them down, forcing her to rely on her throat muscles and gravity.

As they slowly traversed her gullet, puffing out her chest and squirming in her throat, Loona’s cheeks flushed a bright red. Incredibly flustered, her massive meal, weight, and the day’s gorging had her thinking about what it would be like to swallow up even larger prey. Bull demons, goat demons, shark demons, even dragons, after how much of a lumbering blob she had become today, who knew how much her stomach was capable of handling over time? The thought of it had her swooning with mirth, melting into the embrace of her own lard filled mass of a body. She could only think of the day when her rich blobby visage would be capable of crushing cars and filling houses.

Loona took the last few gulps of her prey, smiling as they shot down into her stomach with a resounding glorp. Her belly burst forward another several feet, riding up the wall and at level with her chest. A tidal wave of undulating corpulence partly sloshed on top of her, arching her back and squeezing her abundant back rolls. She bit her lip, flustered by her guts roiling and churning, as if the plethora of hounds now partied within the confines of her stomach. Her eyes flustered from the intense pleasure, while her chubby paws pushed at the white wall of fur pouring onto her chest.

After much fondling and kneading her added fat, Loona had more than her fill of the day’s pleasures. She tore a larger hole in the wall as she exited the room. Groaning her way into the living room, she collapsed onto her gut at the center of the dance floor. Wearing a crooked smile and a dazed expression, she laid atop of her bed of lard and squirming prey, bobbing up and down from its liquid-like motions. Her tongue licked at her chops while her paws languidly rested over her sea of white fur and blubber. Enormously pleased with herself, she lovingly rubbed at what she could reach, paws sinking into her fat like loose snow.

“*Hic-hilp*, such a good, *orp*, gorge. I never thought, *hic-hilp*, I could ever, *hmmf*, get this fat. I feel like, *hilp*, such a lard ball. Every inch of me, *umf*, filled with so much blubber. Fuck…I feel so, *hic*, enormous.”

Slightly shifting herself, she turned her body in order to reach her hillside of a rump behind her. With a paw, she clenched at one of her massive cheeks, squishing it until her fat pooled around it up to her wrist. She gave it a hearty shake, huffing with delight as her meaty legs fervently wobbled about, jiggling the rest of her body as well. Her stomach’s audible sloshing and gurgling echoed throughout the room. Once her arms grew tired, she returned to a lying position, huffing with flustered breath.

“That’s…enough. I’m not, *hic-hilp*, waiting…for months…before…having…another gorge. I want to, *hic-hilp*, keep…feeding this belly. I want to wolf down, *umf*, entire neighborhoods worth of demons. Want to, *huff*, fill entire buildings…with all this fur and lard. I need to grow so fat, *hic-hilp*, Satan will have to make a whole new ring, *hilp*, just to fit me.”

Giving her bulk a series of pats, a sudden belch crept through her gullet, carrying something other than gas. Holding her paws out, she burped up a cellphone belonging to one of the hounds in her gut. “Oh, *hilp*, right,” she sighed, “guess I better call Blitz to pick me up, and to bring a flatbed trailer with him. Hehe, *hic-hilp*, he’s gunna flip out so hard when he sees me.”