A Taste for Demon

It was a slow day at the I.M.P. office following a busy work week. The day’s droning left Blitz impatiently pacing between the reception area and his own office, looking for things to do besides cleaning his guns or calling Millie and Moxxie for the twentieth time. While Moxxie was on sick leave, and without the couple’s chatter to liven up the empty space, he found himself trying to strike up conversation with Loona, who murmured with indifference at every sentence. It worked to get him to leave her alone. By the time Blitz returned into his office, even talking to Stolas sounded less tortuous than the insufferable quiet of both rooms.

The hellhound was much more at peace, often messing with her phone, skimming through a magazine or taking a nap in her chair. It was nice not having to deal with annoying clients and having an easy day, which seemed to pass quickly as she mindlessly watched random videos. The only thing that was an annoyance however, was how often her stomach growled throughout the day, it being the only other noise to echo throughout the room. With nothing good to eat for breakfast, she opted to push through the discomfort and wait for lunch to come up in just under an hour.

Loona leaned back in her chair, kicking up her footpaws on top of the reception desk. After tapping on another video, a quick advertisement played, catching her interest as it lingered on the phone screen. The local deli chain was having a special on its submarine sandwiches, buy one and get a second half off. She curled up in her chair, wincing as her stomach tightened with hunger. Watching two toasted buns slathered in mayo slapping over three types of cheeses, an array of meats and fresh veggies, lit a fire in her gut that wringed her innards like a tightening rope.

“Fuck, I’m starving.”

Loona growled, looking over to the fridge in the break area. On any other day she would just eat Moxxie’s lunch to settle her down. Had she known he would call in sick, she might have exhausted the effort of actually bringing something herself. “You’d think a fatass like Moxxie would have some chips or something lying around.”

Anxiously kicking the air with her footpaws, she went back to watching her videos, eagerly waiting for the lunch hour to arrive. Blitz peeked his head from out of his office, wryly smiling at his adopted daughter as she snarled and bared her teeth.

“Hey, Loony,” said Blitz, “we get any calls yet?”

“No, Blitz. For the fifth time, nobody has called in the past four hours.”

“Christ on a stick, has everyone in the living world finally learned love and forgiveness or what? There’s got to be someone in hell who wants somebody dead up there.”

Blitz waited for a response from Loona, only to see her twiddling with her phone. “Well, since this place is as busy as a charity drive in the greed ring, I need you to pick up one of my suits at the cleaners.”

“I’m your receptionist. I take calls and portal you guys to the human world. I don’t play fetch.”

“Well today you do, since there aren’t any calls to take. Get up, Little Missy.”

Loona groaned, “fine, then gimmie your fucking keys.”

“Oooh no. First off, nobody drives my baby but me. And second, gas prices are a bitch right now. Just walk on over there, it’s only a couple blocks down, in that one plaza, you know, the one with that sandwich place in the middle.”

“Mephisnoz?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

At the mention of food, Loona’s stomach roared with hunger. Blitz took an apprehensive step back, reaching into the inside pockets of his suit. “Fucking hell, you got a lion in there, or what? Here, get yourself a bite afterwards, bring me back something too. Love you, Sweetie.”

After handing over a receipt and a twenty dollar bill, Blitz returned to his office. Loona hurried out the door, exiting, making her way around the building and down the sidewalk. She walked at a pace just short of jogging, eager to reach the plaza in just a few minutes. Envisioning the toasty-mouthwatering taste of a sub sandwich caused her tongue to slip from her mouth as she panted, salivating at the thought of finally eating some sort of sustenance. Completing her meal with a side of chips, a drink and some cookies, she intended to take her time before coming back to the office.

The plaza was an, “L,” shaped series of different businesses built side by side, with the deli restaurant lying in the center. A majority of vehicles were parked near the supermarket, which received the most traffic out of all the other businesses. The deli itself was hardly busy with only a few demons eating inside. Though she was tempted to eat first, Loona heaved a disgruntled sigh, preferring to get her task over with and enjoy her meal at her leisure. On the off chance Blitz grew worried from her prolonged absence, she would at least have his suit ready to go.

An electronic ringing played as Loona walked through the front door. The space between the front of the shop and cash counter was small, with the back of the shop looking like a giant closet. A forest of clothing hung from a serpentine rail of racks; shirts, pants and suits were all covered in plastic, dangling from their coat hangers, like meat in a walk-in freezer of a butcher shop. From the dimly lit shadows, an imp roughly Blitz’ height pushed his way through the clothing to greet her.

“Hey there,” he said, “what can I do ya for young lady?”

Loona slid the receipt over. “I’m here to pick up a suit, for Blitz.”

“Blitz, eh,” he looked at the ticket, reading through it far longer than was necessary. “Ah, yes, Blitz, the guy who brought in that snazzy looking suit the other day. Was his favorite suit he said, real upset how it got all drenched in blood and guts. Kept ranting about someone named Moxx fucking up, and how the cleaning bill was coming out of his pay. You know anything about that?”

“No, don’t really care.”

“You know, reminds me of the time my brother in the wrath ring was wrangling up some hell boar and it got pretty messy. His wife had the bright idea to watch all in her pretty dress, got drenched in blood and had to come up here to try and clean it. I tell you, it was a real mess.”

“Okay, can I get the suit plea—.”

“Now it’s not uncommon for someone to come by here asking to clean some blood off their clothes, darn stuff can be difficult to wash out, but I know a thing or two about washing out blood. So I says to Blitz, ‘you came to the right place.’”

“I don’t give a fuck, just give me—.”

“It’s not often I get customers here who’re as well dressed as he was. Plenty of average folk, degenerates and miscreants sure, none quite so—.”

Loona wrapped her arms around her aching stomach; her piercing red eyes flaring with anger. “Will you shut the fuck up and give me the damn suit!”

The shop owner remained quiet for a brief moment before circling around the counter and stopping in front of her, scowling back at her and prodding her middle. “Now look here, Missy. Where do you get the gall thinking you can just waltz around anyone’s store just to be rude to them? That’s the deal with you kids today, ain’t got no respect for others, can’t even have a respectable conversation with a neighbor without flying off the handle. You know, you remind me a lot about my niece. She ain’t got a lick of manners either, like this one time—.”

Out of sheer rage and impulse, the hellhound hoisted the imp off the ground by the neck of his shirt. Her stomach bellowed louder than his protesting, drowning him out as it relayed its demands to her hunger driven mind. She acted without thinking, opening her maw and tossing him inside like a bite sized candy. His yells were muffled as his head slipped down the back of her throat. She grabbed his kicking legs with both paws, shoving them deeper into her maw, gulping them down till nothing but his shoes could be seen between her teeth. Swallowing one final time, her throat bulged as his body slipped down her gullet, landing in her stomach with a squelch.

Loona reeled back, bumping against the cash counter. “Oh, *bwooorp*, oh-fuck…”

She straightened her wobbly legs, feeling lightheaded from having ingested such a large meal so quickly. Looking downward, she stared in shock at the sight of her belly. Where once she had a trim washboard stomach, now rested a bloated beach ball sized bulge. The muffled protests of the imp could still be heard underneath the fur as he thrashed about. Her paws gripped the cashier’s counter just to hold her in place.

“Oh, *oourp*, shit. What did I do? Fuck, *bworp*, Blitz is gunna kill me. Alright, Loona, you just got to think of how to fix this. Maybe…maybe I can barf him out? Ugh, gross, *urp*. Geeze, would you fucking stop! I can’t think straight with all your kicking!”

Buffeting her gut with her paw, a suddenly pleasurable jolt caused her fur to stand up. “Whoa…the fuck was that?” She gave her belly another smack, her ears twitched at the sound of it glorping from the impact. “Mmm, what is this feeling, and…why’s it so good?”

Clutching her gut with both paws, she began squeezing her furry bulk, feeling the soft flesh squish between her digits. After cuffing the imp from outside her belly, his kicking was reduced to mild squirming as he tried stretching his limbs in such a confined space. Her stomach’s painful grumbling was now reduced to a burbling humm, tingling the inside of her gut like butterflies fluttering around. The experience was unlike anything she had ever felt. Rubbing the top portion of her belly, her cheeks flushed red, embarrassed by this odd satisfaction of having a bubbling, wriggling, well fed gut.

“Damn, why do I like this so much? Oh well, at least I’m not starving anymore. I’ll definitely have to explore this feeling later though.”

Loona gave her gut a pat before circling back around the counter. “Now…where’s that stupid suit?”

She searched down the row, unraveling each plastic cover over every dark garment. In the middle of her search, the electronic jingle sounded at the front of the door. Loona panicked as she saw a fat female imp walking her way to the counter with a dress in hand. Unsure of what to do, she walked up to the counter and leaned over it, hiding her squirming belly behind it.

“Ugh…hey,” said Loona, “uh…can I help you?”

“Yes, I’d like to get this wine stain out of my dress, thank you. You can remove wine stains right?”

“Ugh…yeah, I guess.”

“You guess? You mean you don’t know? Where’s the imp that’s usually here, I’d like to ask him.”

“He’s, uh…on break.”

“Well, when will he be back?”

As the hellhound nervously thought up excuses, she couldn’t help but pay more attention to the female imp’s physique. Her plump curves and shapely features oddly appealed to her appetite like any juicy burger. Drool suddenly leaked down the corners of her mouth, and her stomach once again began growling with hunger. Loona’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates, elated at the thought of having yet another large meal standing in front of her.

“If you wait around long enough, you’ll see him real soon,” Loona licked her lips.

The imp set her dress down on the counter. “I don’t have time to wait. The fee for dresses is still twenty bucks right? Here.”

Loona took the money, stuffing it down her skirt. “Thanks lady. That should get me at least five sandwiches across the parking lot.”

“Yeah, alright. Aren’t you going to give me a receipt?”

“Nope, but I can take you to see the owner. I’m sure he’ll enjoy the company.”

Lunging herself forward, Loona grabbed at the imp’s arms from across the counter. As the imp yelped in fright, the hellhound wore a toothy grin, pulling her meal over the counter and shoving her into her mouth head first. The imp barely put up a struggle as she lacked any sort of flexibility with her meaty limbs. Like the shop owner, Loona gradually pushed her down, murmuring with pleasure one gulp at a time.

While the owner was swallowed easily, the wideness of the female imp proved a significant challenge. To her shock, the hellhound’s throat capacity was pushed to a limit she never thought possible. She tilted her head upward, using gravity to aid her as she swallowed. The massive bulge in her throat was larger than her own head, squeezing its way down past her chest. No longer in a ravenous rage, she was able to experience swallowing an entire imp, particularly a fat one, with the utmost ecstasy.

Stuffing a paw in her mouth, she pushed her meal the rest of the way, feeling a great relief from her throat returning to its empty state. The imp entered her stomach like a sack of rocks; the weight of her belly caused her to lean forward, dragging her down to the floor. She held herself up along the side wall, groaning as she arched her back to stand upright.

“*Ooouurp*, holy shit,” Loona said in a husky tone, “this feels, *hooourp*, *ugh*, so amazing.”

Walking up to the counter, she rested her gut on top of it. She heaved a moan of utter delight, running her claws across the squirming-burbling surface of her belly. Feeling the weight of it hanging in front of her, as well as the sensation of fullness, as if she had eaten a ten course meal, filled her with such euphoria she could hardly stop smiling. The thrill and gluttonous satisfaction of eating imps whole left her satiated more than any amount of food she’d ever eaten. And yet, after kneading her swollen stomach, it gurgled vociferously, echoing throughout the store.

“*Orp*, how the fuck are you still hungry,” she lifted her gut off the table, weighing it with both her paws. Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she bounced it up and down, hearing it blorp along with the panicked yelps of both imps. “*Huff*, damn, *mmff*, having a huge stomach, *hnnf*, feels so good. *Bworp*, I just…want more. I’m hungry, *hic*, starving. *Mmff*, want more, *orp*, need…more!”

Giving her stomach a final shake, she let out a groan of delight, feeling it slam onto her thighs after releasing it. With an awkward skip in her step, she took a trench coat hanging from one of the racks, putting it on to conceal her large belly. She scanned through each row of clothing as quick as her awkward movement would allow. The sooner she found Blitz’ suit, the sooner she could leave to hunt down other imps and gobble them up.

Not two minutes after looking through half the hanging clothes, a ring came from the front of the store once again. Loona eagerly returned to the cash counter, drool seeping from her lips at the gaggle of imps that entered the shop. There were ten in total, some small but most around the same height as the shop owner. They all stood behind the tallest imp with the longest horns, like plates across a dinner table. Their glowing yellow eyes sized her up, with the leader of the group shining a devious grin as he looked up at the hellhound.

“Hey there, girly,” he spoke with a hiss in his voice, “where’s the old fart that runs this place?”

Loona wiped her mouth of drool, trying to hold back her excitement as she looked at the other imps. “He’s real close. I’m sure you’ll all be seeing him, *urp*, in a minute or so.”

The imp’s grin faded as Loona leaned over the counter, smugly grinning back while her gut squished against the counter’s edge. “The old man didn’t have enough to pay his debt last time, but apparently he’s making enough to hire pregnant hellhounds. How about you open up that register and hand everything over?”

“Nah,” Loona walked around the register, standing directly in front of the imp, her distended gut awkwardly facing him underneath her trench coat. “Don’t think I will.”

The imp leader nodded to one of his gang closest to the front door, who ended up locking it. “Look, girly. We’re not above messing you up, even with a bun in the oven. Just give us the money and we’ll be on our way. You could tell the old man he’s paying interest next time for not meeting us himself.”

“Tell you what, how about you go and tell him yourself?”

The ten imps hissed and bared their claws as Loona grabbed the imp closest to her. As they readied themselves to pounce onto the hellhound, they stared in sudden horror, watching Loona open her maw and thrust the imp inside of it. She tilted her head back and slurped up the imp’s long forked tail like a noodle. With their eyes fixated on her gullet, they watched the lump of their comrade’s body wretching as she gulped him down. The hellhound let out a content sigh, licking her chops while toothily grinning at the other nine imps remaining.

Loona let out a long belch, placing her paws on her hips and jutting out her gut partially peeking through the restrained trench coat. “Okay, who’s next?”

As soon as she turned her head to the leader, he grabbed the imp closest to him and pushed him in front of her. She happily popped the imp in her mouth and stomped her way to the front door to prevent the rest from escaping. Swallowing her meal, she grabbed two more imps in each paw at the front of the shop, causing the rest to scatter and hide. She shoved the two in her mouth at the same time, muffling with glee as she stuffed them down her throat with both paws, bursting her massive belly through her trench coat.

Saliva pouring down her mouth, she giddily giggled while searching the shop for her next meal. She moaned with intense pleasure, feeling her burbling belly jostle around with her prey. The decadent joy brought on by the feast flowed through every fiber of her body, from her footpaws trying to balance her weight, to her ears twitching from the splendorous sounds of her stomach’s glorping. Her lust for gluttony felt so natural in this moment, as if she were meant to constantly gorge herself on any and all things she could lay her paws on.

Using her keen sense of smell, Loona easily found the remaining imps hiding around the shop. She wolfed down two imps that hid under a table, and found three more hiding within clothes hanging from a rack. As she shoved the first imp into her mouth, the other two attempted to pull him out, locking arms together. The futile effort made Loona quiver with delight, feeling a continuous stream of each imp traversing her gullet like a link of sausages.

The imp leader she found behind a mannequin, unable to flee thanks to her massive belly pinning him against the wall. Releasing a heavy belch in his face, she greedily wolfed him down with both paws on her belly, feeling it grow larger as he joined the rest of his gang. Flinging off the tightening trench coat, she moaned with intoxicated ecstasy, woozily walking over to the counter and slamming into it with a squelch.

“*Buuuraaap*, *guh*, what a gorge,” Loona spoke with a husky tone, eyes half open and wearing a cracked smile. “So much, *bwooorp*, overeating. *Hic-hilp*, god, I feel so huge.”

Loona arched her back, looking down at the full glory of her now chunky figure. Other than her belly growing to nearly the size of a washing machine, she also noticed her waistline now sporting an ample set of love handles. She blushed upon grabbing at a generous pawful of blubber, squishing her digits across her more portly body. Her cheeks were puffed up, and her face became more rounded with her second chin. Her arms were as thick as volleyballs, and her rear grew significantly more plump, completely revealing itself beyond her thin skirt.

She ran her paws down her backside, groping each set of meaty buns and feeling them drop onto her thighs. “Holy fuck, *hic-hilp*, being a fatass, *orp*, actually doesn’t feel so bad. I can really get used to this.”

Feeling a deep grumbling in her gut, another hefty belch rode its way up her chest, along with a collection of odd lumps crawling up her throat. The thought of one of the imps successfully crawling out of her mouth caused her to pat her throat in panic. Unable to stop herself from belching, she burped up the lumps onto the counter in one gaseous cannon-like blast. She was relieved to find ten leather wallets and no imps having escaped her stomach, and equally dumbfounded at the sight of dozens of dollar bills, undoubtedly collection money the imps had taken from all the shops in the plaza.

The wad of bills crinkled in the hellhound’s paws. Eyes bulging and tongue dripping with drool, she thought about all the sandwiches she’d be able to order across the street. Despite being overgorged beyond what she thought herself capable of, her stomach’s insatiable yearning to keep eating continued to entice her further.

“Fuck it,” Loona hefted her glorping-wriggling belly, “I’m already fat as all fuck. What’s another several dozen sandwiches, *hic-hilp*, to this stomach anyway?”

Huffing air as she let her belly drop, Loona gathered all the money in each wallet into one, tucked it into her flimsy crop top, and turned to search for Blitz’ suit one final time. It was both a pleasurable and taxing ordeal having her heavy belly pull her downward with each step. Even with her back arched and jutting her stomach forward, her muffling-writhing prey caused her to tilt in one direction or another. She’d murmur with delight however as her prey’s constant sloshing massaged at her innards, making her huff and bite her lip with every wobble.

She found Blitz’ suit among the last of the clothing on the final rack. Flinging it over her back, she teetered her way to the front door, licking her chops at the thought of all the sandwiches and snacks she would eat. As she opened the door, a large-broad shadow loomed over her. She looked up, coming face to face with an intimidating bull demon that made her look the size of a calf by comparison.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking past Loona as she stepped aside. He stood in front of the register, looking beyond the collection of hanging clothes for any signs of the owner.

“Say,” he turned back to Loona, “is the cleaner here? I came to pick up my jacket.”

Loona held Blitz’ suit in front of her, hiding her squirming gut. “Uh-he isn’t right now, *hic*, I was-uh…just about to close up. But-um-I’d be happy to, *hilp*, help you look for it.”

“Really? I’d appreciate it, thanks.”

“No, *hilp*, problem.”

She cautiously walked her way over to the bull beyond the counter, trying not to lose her balance due to her indigested prey wriggling and muffling warnings to the hellhound’s next meal. Despite his daunting size, Loona’s stomach convinced her she was staring at a literal beefcake, a delectable hulking meal just waiting to be gobbled up. She fought against a fountain of drool, and her eyes pulsated with covetous greed. She didn’t know whether or not she could completely devour him whole, but her gluttonous appetite made her more than willing to try.

“I don’t see it,” said the Bull.

“Keep looking. I’m sure it’s, *hic-hilp*, somewhere on this rack.”

Loona tossed Blitz’ suit on the counter and positioned herself behind the bull. As he rummaged through the clothes, she lept up as much as her heavy frame would allow and grabbed at his curved horns, yanking them down toward her head. The bull thrashed his head about, cursing at her with rage and confusion as she attempted to hold him under her maw. She dangerously stood at the tip of her footpaws, with only the weight of her fat body helping to keep her down. She hadn’t the strength capable of wrestling him into submission, making him breaking loose from her grip inevitable with each second that passed.

“Get…in my…fucking…mouth!”

Throwing caution to the wind, Loona lunged forward with an open maw. The bull bucked one final time, retching himself free from her grip, but coming muzzle to muzzle with the hungry hellhound. Like a serpent, she made quick work of wolfing down his face, passing his horns and gulping down to his neck. He struggled to push himself free, but she swatted his arms away while trying to hug as much of him as she could. After swallowing down to his wide shoulders, his arms were no longer an issue. But as she gradually swallowed, the full brunt of her gluttonous ambitions hit her like a bus.

She winced with discomfort as her jaw stretched to impossible lengths. His body barely went down her throat with each gulp, causing her to worry if he was going down at all. She leaned back in an attempt to raise him above her head, but his superior weight held him to the ground. Her desperation led her to lean too far back, losing her balance and landing on her back, with the bull’s burly body landing on her gut with a loud squelch. Unable to get up with the bull on top of her, she arduously swallowed him an inch at a time.

As she swallowed down to the bull’s elbows and ingesting him became easier, Loona was able to better appreciate the euphoria brought on by such a massive meal. Her arms weakly lay atop of her swelling stomach, feeling it expand to the point she felt fit to burst. With each gulp she’d muffle a grunt, as any room with which her prey could squirm about was quickly filled in by the bull. The intense feeling of fullness, coupled with the weight of it all bearing down on her and her flesh widening to accompany her prey, left her incredibly flustered and on the brink of passing out.

Fortunately, Loona championed her way through, taking her last few gulps and swallowing his legs and hooves. She let out an exhausting moan, pinned down by her enormous gut. Rolling onto her side, she groaned at the impact of her gorge slamming onto the floor. Fatigue hardly allowed her to caress her overburdened belly with a paw. The urge to take a long nap then and there weighed on her as much as her own stomach. The bright side of her reckless feasting at least, other than the pleasure of it, was her stomach was no longer hungry.

“*Uuugh*, *hic-hilp*, *ooogh*, shit,” Loona winced, “*guh*, so…heavy. *Hnnng*, could barely…move…*oooh*, *hic-hilp*.”

Loona let out a bellowing belch that echoed throughout the store, which provided some semblance of relief. “*Hoooouurp*, fuck. I might have, *hic-hilp*, *hnng*, overdone it, *bworp*, with that last meal.”

She crawled her way over to the cash counter, grabbing onto it in an attempt to stand. She groaned as her belly pressed against the counter, only allowing her to pull herself up by the digits of her paws. Once she finally got a footpaw on the floor, she strained to stand up, panting with labor and resting her back against the wall.

Finally in an upright position, she was better able to appreciate what the bull had done to her figure. Her belly hung a tail’s length off the ground, and stretched as wide as the counter itself. The flesh of her waistline stretched due to its obscene size, but was still only half as wide as her gut. Her legs took a wider stance just to support it, while her paws held up what they could reach. It felt like carrying around a large box full of bricks, but it wasn’t without its guilty pleasures.

“All this weight, *hic-hilp*, is a bitch on my back. But, that was one hell, *hic-hilp*, of a lunch break though.”

Loona gave her belly a hearty pat with both paws, wincing and sloppily grinning at the same time. Holding Blitz’ suit hanger with her mouth, she groggily waddled her way to the front door. Bumping the door open with her gut, she moaned with guilty delight trying to wiggle her way through. Once more basking in the warm hellfire air, she began waddling across the parking lot and back to the street’s sidewalk.

As she reached the crosswalk, she paused for a moment. She looked down to her belly, then turned and looked to the deli restaurant. Advertisements of the deal she saw earlier were slapped on the front windows; the delectable smoked meats and various slices of cheese caused her mouth to trickle with saliva. She rubbed at her gut, waiting for it to speak to her in the form of grumbling, offering some type of approval. But it only softly bubbled, beyond content with everything she had gorged on up to this point. She was no longer hungry, unbelievably stuffed and struggling to carry around her newly added weight; and yet, the tantalizing allure of those sandwiches made eating them for the sake of simply eating too tempting to pass up. Grinning with pride, Loona rubbed her belly, softly patted it and began waddling down to the restaurant, tail wagging with each step.

* * * * *

After waiting for a significant amount of time for Loona’s return, Blitz began growing worried. All of his calls and texts went unanswered, even after the period of time he’d expect her not to answer out of spite. He gave her two hours to pick up his suit and come back, expecting her to get lunch and lollygag before eventually coming back. But after being gone for four hours, he couldn’t sit around at the office any longer.

He left in a hurry, locking their doors, exiting the building and walking towards his van. “God damn it, Loona. Was picking up my dry cleaning really too much to ask?”

“Okay, *hic-hilp*, I’m here.”

Blitz froze short of entering the driver’s seat. “Where have you been, Little Missy? Do you know how worried sick I’ve be—holy shit!”

Circling around the van, Blitz fell over at the sight of his newly corpulent daughter. He rubbed at his eyes, unable to believe what had become of the once slender hellhound. Her belly reached down to the floor, with her hips and footpaws barely visible behind it. She stood taller than he last saw her, looming even over his van, like a mountain of white blubber. Her arms made up three times his own waist size, and she wore a large second chin that removed any trace of a neck she once had. With each hiccup, her body would grotesquely wobble, with sickening blorps and glorps emanating from her stomach.

“Loona, what the fuck did you do to yourself,” Blitz scowled back at her smug expression.

“What’s it, *hic-hilp*, look like,” she scooped up a heap of her own blubber, “I had my lunch break while I was gone. And fuck, *hic-hilp*, it was amazing.”

“You call this amazing,” Blitz walked up to Loona, prodding her gut, “look at you, you’re a goddamn whale now. You used to be so skinny and good looking, what made you go through with this?”

“*Hic-hilp*, it all started with me starving earlier. I was going to eat at the deli place after picking up your suit, *hic-hilp*, but then the cleaner guy wouldn’t stop talking, and began pissing me off. So before I could stop myself, I, *hic-hilp*, ate him.”

“The fuck you mean you ate him?”

Loona stuck out her belly, partially lifting it off the floor while she caressed it. “I mean I ate him. Popped him into my mouth and swallowed him whole. But it wasn’t just him, *hic-hilp*, I was still so hungry after that, I ate some fat imp lady, a gang of ten imps, a bull demon, *hic-hilp*, and over forty sandwiches at the deli. I’ve never felt like such a fatass in my life, *hic-hilp*, but fuck does it feel good.”

Blitz was at a loss for words. Watching Loona smack and rub her massive belly all while wearing a crooked smile, illustrated how enamored she was with her newfound corpulence. She murmured with glee at each squelch and slosh her belly made, feeling her paws sink into its soft furry flesh. The imp frowned, still upset with how long she made him wait, but unable to stay mad after seeing her look so happy.

He opened the back doors of the van. “Hop in, let's go home.”

“Finally, *hic-hilp*. I ended up passing out at the restaurant earlier. Gorging this much, *hic-hilp*, works up a sleep.”

The van sagged backwards as Loona sat at the edge of the doorway. She then laid on her back, pushing herself further inside till her footpaws cleared the doors. Blitz gulped at the sight of Loona’s enormity taking up most of the van’s space. He closed the doors, hoping this will be the biggest she’d ever plan to get.

Hopping into the driver’s seat and starting the van, Blitz uncomfortably listened to Loona’s hiccups and paws patting her sloshing gut. Its swaying from wall to wall caused the van to bob with it, creaking the suspension of its wheels.

“Thanks, Blitz,” Loona sighed, “I’m more than happy to, *hic-hilp*, do  more errands, *orp*, in the future.”

Blowing a disgruntled huff, Blitz was immediately reminded why he sent her out in the first place. “I’m glad you had a good time Loony, but I can’t help but wonder, where the fuck is my suit?”

“Oh…yeah,” Loona giggled with embarrassment, “it’s…back at the deli. Sorry. So…since we got to go back there, do you mind if we…get something to eat?”