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Loona and Millie’s Lardy Lust
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 17:55:12 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Loona and Millie (Helluva Boss ) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)
WORDS: 4000
Sent on an errand to the Lust Ring, Loona and Millie end up stumbling into an establishment focused on fattening up their clients into slob. As their weight and gas increase, Loona and Millie awaken to a new adoration for their slobby forms.
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Anywhere Loona looked with her red eyes, she could see another establishment dedicated to indulging the carnal pleasures of Hell’s inhabitants. It was to be expected considering she was in the Lust Ring, but her caution mostly stemmed from how infrequently she visited the realm of perverts and depraved demons. Rather than let her gaze linger on the sights of debauchery in front of her snout, she merely whipped about her mane of grey fur and focused her pointed ears on listening for any signs of trouble.
Leaning against the wall of a building in just the right position not to ruffle her fluffy tail, Loona’s fingers scrolled through her phone while her pawed feet tapped against the ground. For a moment, the sight of her spiked collar, black short shorts, and blue crop top earned the attention of a group of imps. However, a snarl and a baring of her fangs was enough to shoo them away so that she could keep waiting in peace.
Loona let out a sigh of relief once she spotted a familiar, red imp pop out of the store. Millie’s small size didn’t stop her from hauling a mystery bag that was tall enough to obscure her mop of black hair and her two horns. Adjusting the precious package to make herself more visible garnered the glance of the same group of imps. However, the prying eyes’ stare of her ripped, black pants and black top were again dissuaded by a fearsome growl from the hellhound demon. In addition to scaring off the unwanted guests, the sound turned the imp’s yellow eyes towards the Loona and got her running towards her with her cloven feet.
“Sorry to keep ya waiting,” Millie said, her spaded tail waving behind her as she walked. “Took a while for them to get all of this together.”
“Whatever,” Loona said, stowing away her phone and stepping up to the imp. “You got whatever it was my dad sent us here for, right?”
“Yup,” Millie replied, proudly presenting the bag. “There is some pretty impressive equipment here. Top of the line stuff.”
“Whatever,” Loona said, assuming that it would just be more weapons to add to IMP’s arsenal. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before we run into any trouble.“
“YOU!”
On reaction to the shout, Loona and Millie got into fighting stances. Their fury was lessened once they spotted the red-skinned, chubby, succubus woman with cloud-like pink hair that obscured her set of bulbous horns. With only a food-stained apron covering up her form, there was very little left to the imagination when it came to her body’s curves and folds. Though her smile and her nametag boasting the title Cherry was meant to be inviting, it only made Loona and Millie more wary of the stranger’s intentions.
“What do you want?” Loona asked, keeping her teeth bared as she looked for the best place to rip out one of the stranger’s major arteries.
“We’ve come to offer you a one of a kind experience,” said another voice, making Loona and Millie turn around to see an almost identical succubus with blue hair. This one with the name Blueberry on the tag attached to her prominent chest. “It’s a new type of couple’s session that we just started offering in the Lust Ring. We’re still testing it out, so we would be more than willing to give you a free trial.”
“Oh, we’re not a couple,” Millie replied. “We were just here to pick up some stuff for-.“
Millie nearly bit down on her tongue as she ended up tripping on the curb. Though she managed to catch herself, there was little she could do to prevent the bag from falling out of her grasp. Hitting the ground with a thud, the bag spilled its contents of a collection of varying types of sex toys. Groaning at the fact that Blitz had sent them out for something as stupid as this, Loona was forced to let her gaze meet the expectant expressions of the succubi.
“No need to be so shy,” the blue haired one said, gently pushing Loona and Millie towards a building in the distance. “You’re in the Lust ring. No one’s going to judge you.”
“We promise not to tell a soul,” said the one with pink locks. “In exchange, you two get to experience, free of charge, a new kind of pleasure brought about by a collaboration of the Lust and Gluttony Ring.”
Shoved through the front doors of a building, Millie and Loona found themselves in what appeared to be a brothel. However, the usual smells and sounds of lust were replaced with the noises and aromas of cooking. There was the odd rude expulsion here and a whiff of something unsettling that occasionally came their way, but at a glance it seemed like they had made their way into a strange type of eatery. Their confusion was what allowed their hosts to escort them down the hallway towards a private section just for the occasion.
In the center of the room lined with red velvet walls was a king-sized mattress spread out along the floor. Though there were cushions aplenty, there weren’t any chairs to match the puffy pillows inhabiting the bed. Looking towards one another for answers, Loona and Millie were only released from the hostess’s grasp once they were sat down atop the mattress.
“Just wait here and we’ll be right back with your first course,” said Blueberry before parting with her companion back down the hall.
“What is this place?” Millie asked, looking all over the room for any clue.
“A waste of time is what it is,” Loona answered, reaching out for the bag only to stop once she remembered what was inside. “We need to get out of here, head back to the office, and then never tell my dad that we saw his…things.”
“Hold on,” Millie said, gently grasping Loona’s wrist. “We can at least humor those girls for a bit. They seemed awfully nice.”
“You of all people should know not to trust anyone here,” Loona answered. “For all we know they could be getting ready to chop us up for stew.”
“Nah, they don’t look like cannibals,” Millie corrected. “You’ve been looking pretty stressed out lately so this might be just what you need.”
“The last thing I NEED is to be killed by a pair of-“
The door swung open as if on cue to interrupt Loona. The succubi re-entered the room with a cart loaded down with a pair of pizza boxes. Any hesitancy Loona had for whatever the soft ladies were planning was undone as the aroma drifted towards her snout.
“Oh, I do hope the two of you weren’t planning on leaving early,” Blueberry said as she put the first pizza tray on the bed in front of the hellhound.
“Especially since we got these fresh out of the oven for you,” Cherry added, sliding a pizza before Millie.
“Please take a few bites,” Blueberry spoke.
“Then you’ll understand what this place is about,” Cherry added, smiling in unison with her coworker to try and ease their clients’ worries.
Faced with an uncomfortable level of hospitality and the overpowering aroma of the pizzas, Loona and Milie were at a loss of what to do. They found their answer in the form of the ravenous growls they heard emanate from their stomachs. Unsure of why they were so hungry, their bodies seemed to move on their own to both satiate their bellies and appease their gracious hosts.
Sinking their teeth into the first slices of pizza rewarded Loona and Millie with delicious, gooey cheese, a rich sauce, and a perfect mix of toppings. Taking the hint, Millie quickly chowed down on her slice in an attempt to quiet her hunger pangs. The imp’s display of messy eating splattering sauce along the bed did slow Loona down, but not for long. With another whiff of the greasy cheese and meat drifting into her snout, the hellhound demon copied Millie’s actions as she scarfed down her pizza.
It was only after Loona had fully emptied out her box did she realize what she had done. Eyes lingering on the pool of grease left behind, she slowly drifted her gaze towards Millie’s side of the room. There, she spotted a similarly empty tray as well as a small bulge sticking out of the front of Millie’s mid-section. However, the protrusion was easily eclipsed once Loona looked down to see her own, once-slim stomach bulged out into a prominent potbelly.
“Whoo, it’s been a while since I’ve eaten like this,” Millie said, gently prodding at her gut. “Y’all have a UUURRP excellent chef.”
“Thank you,” Cherry answered as she and her coworker took a bow, undisturbed by the rude burp. “She prides herself on her special recipe.”
“It even includes an appetite enhancer she developed to really put our guests in the right mindset,” Blueberry followed up.
“Wait, you BWOOOOORRRP drugged us?” Loona said, trying to look intimidating in spite of her bloated belly and wayward belch.
“No, nothing of the sort,” Cherry clarified. “We’re just making sure that you’ll be able to enjoy every nibble of our cuisine. Speaking of which, I believe your next course has already arrived.”
“Oh, we really UUURRP couldn’t,” Millie said, trying to politely make her way towards the door. “You’ve already been plenty nice to us. We’ll be sure to recommend you to anyone looking for a good place to-BOUUUURRPP!”
Staggering through the fumes of her own belch, Millie was prevented from going through the door as another cart was pushed in. Recovering from her outburst, her eyes locked onto the mound of burritos before her. The intimidating pile that was taller than the imp herself, somehow managed to stay intact as it was pushed forward. As the next course of their feast was brought over to the bed, Loona’s own hesitations became hidden behind the hungry look in their eyes. Getting a whiff of the delicious food, Millie retreated back to her spot on the mattress and sat down.
Just before Loona and Millie could reach out to grab at their food, they were stopped by a gurgling noise in their guts. The sound reminded them of the sizable stomach bulges they had gained just from the first course. The added weight on top of their frequent burps made them consider the effects of giving in to this strange hunger. While they were left struggling against their own appetite and need to remain in control of the situation, their hosts were more than happy to take the next step for them.
“No need to be shy,” Cherry said, stuffing one of the burritos down Millie’s throat.
“Yes,” Blueberry added, prying open Loona’s maw to shove another burrito inside. “Please eat to your heart’s content. Stuff yourselves until you’re full and then do it some more. Only then will you truly understand this new form of pleasure.”
Though Loona and Millie began to struggle against the succubi, they relaxed once they bit down. The explosion of flavor that graced their tongues as their mouths were filled with cheese, beans, and meat created a surplus of a strange, euphoric feeling. A tingling sensation spread through their forms as they continued to chew. By the time they swallowed, they had gained a complete obsession with their next serving along with an extra layer of fat across their mid-sections.
Unaided by their servers, Loona and Millie began to dig into the pile of burritos. Eager to experience the same feeling as before, they cared little about the spills they created as they devoured one helping after another. Splotches of cheese and grease splattered across their clothes to leave their outfits in disarray. Even worse was the once pristine bed sheets that now looked like they belonged to a pair of gluttonous pigs. The side effects of their messy eating was of little consequence to them, save for what it was doing to the seams of their clothing.
The potbellies the pair had developed from their first course evolved into a set of chubby guts that bulged out further from their bodies with each burrito they devoured. Their tops became more revealing as their breasts went up an entire cup size to accommodate their increasing mass. Rips formed in Loona’s shorts and the pre-made holes in Millie’s pants became wider from the thickening thighs they developed. Even as their clothing grew taut around their fattening forms, they could not stop the demons from using their pudgy arms to continue stuffing themselves. They only truly became aware of their degrading conditions when their bubble butts started to rumble from something building up inside.
The unsettling groans the pair heard from their bellies brought them back to a sense of clarity. As their bodies began to shake from the building pressure, they looked towards one another in search of assistance. Trying to speak to one another just resulted in a series of belches bursting out. Though the burps did help to manage some of their gas bubbles, it was far from enough to fully quell the storm roaring inside of them. They were certain that even the slightest move would set them off like a bomb.
“That’s really bad for you,” Blueberry pointed out as she shook her head at her client’s attempts to keep their trembling forms still. “Trying to hold back what comes natural could be devastating to your body.”
“We are aware that it is far from the norm,” Cherry began, taking note of the strained look on her guests’ faces, “but you must remember that this place is meant to help your bodies unwind in the search of pure hedonism.”
Climbing up onto the bed, Cherry and Blueberry grabbed onto Loona and Millie’s guts. “Allow us to help you,” they said in unison, moments before pushing down on the chubby bellies.
Unable to control themselves, thunderous BRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPs burst their way out of Millie and Loona’s plumped up derrieres. In addition to shaking about their tails, the farts filled the room with a noxious odor that completely covered up the remnants of their feast. By all accounts, the heavy, rancid odor that drifted into their nostrils should have been enough to convince them that something was wrong. However, the atrocious aroma paled in comparison to the sense of relief that washed over them as the last of their farts petered off.
“Now, didn’t that feel sooooo good?” Cherry asked, she and Blueberry seemingly unaffected by the heavy aroma.
“That was certainly UUUUURRRPP something,” Loona replied, gently nudging her fingers against her gut.
“As nasty as that BWOOOOOORRRPPP was, it’s nice to free up some room,” Millie added as she tapped her belly; her tail swaying against the bed as another fart squeaked out.
“Glad to hear that you two are well on your way to discovering the simple pleasure of letting yourself go,” Blueberry commented as a knock was heard at the door.
“Just in time too,” Cherry said, walking over to answer the call. “Looks like your next course is here.”
When the doors opened up again it was to reveal a platter covered high in a collection of buckets of fried chicken. Wings, breasts, and thighs with crispy golden skin were brought forth to the brothel’s clients to entice them with the aroma that pushed away the lingering stench of their flatulence. Waiting just long enough for the buckets to be placed on the bed, Millie and Loona only needed to hear the tiny growls from their bellies to lunge towards their next meal.
Continuing on from their previous course, the pair managed to further sully their outfits through a mix of grease leaking from their lips and their continuously fattening forms. The sprinkles of fried chicken skin seeped their way into their expanding cleavage as their breasts continues to surge forth to make the most of their added heft. Their belly bulges shook with the occasional belch that left their lips, making a slapping noise when the peaks finally dipped between their thickened thighs. Though this abundance of greasy meat did result in a collection of more farts blasting out of their plump rears, they were far too gone to notice.
What eventually broke Loona and Milie out of there stupor of gas and gluttony was a loud ripping noise. Stopping for a moment to look at each other’s pudgy faces and extra chins, they tried to figure out where the sound had come from. The same noise made Loona’s ears twitch as she felt a sudden sense of relief coming from her backside. Looking over her shoulder, she managed to see the wide tear in the seat of her shorts. The opening allowed her gassy rear to freely spurt out another BRRRAAAAAPPPPP that popped apart what little remained of her stretched out underwear.
While Millie was prodding at her own exposed derriere, the bulk around her torso proved too much for her top any longer. Torn to shreds, the remains of the garment were tossed away as her breasts sagged against her gut. The resulting impact of the meaty mammaries resulted in a powerful BWOOOOOOOORRRRPPPP that got rid of the rest of her top and let her retaste the indulgent foods that had been responsible for their sorry states.
“Oh dear,” Cherry said as she nibbled on her nails. “It appears we skipped a crucial step again.”
“We always forget about the clothes,” Blueberry commented as she and her coworker watched their guests shrug off what remained of their clothes. “Those panties look very expensive,” she added as the imp pulled out the thong-like undergarment from between her meaty butt cheeks. “I’m terribly sorry for ruining them.”
“Eh, it’s UUUUUURRRPPP fine,” Millie replied, digging out the stringy remains of her undergarment from around her hips. “I was planning to get a new pair BWOOOOORRRPPP eventually.”
“So,” Loona began, cradling her heavy bosom with one hand while the other was being licked of any leftover crumbs, “when’s our next course?”
“Oh so eager,” Cherry said, as she nodded in approval. “Another serving of food will be along shortly. Before that, allow us to help you with your clothes. Well, what’s left of them at least.”
Climbing onto the bed with their guests, Cherry and Blueberry got to work ensuring they were as comfortable as possible. In the process of picking off the discarded scraps of cloth, they had the added duty of cleaning up any crumbs. While Loona and Millie appreciated their work, in the back of their minds there was an unspoken need not to let a single morsel go to waste. Thankfully for them, their hosts seemed to know exactly what they were thinking as they trickled the crumbs into their waiting maws.
While keeping the plumped up duo fed, the workers also took the opportunity to massage their growing bodies to promote good digestion. This came out in the form of more gas bubbles that leaked out at every opportunity. Any conversation that the fattened up women tried to have devolved into a series of guttural belches. Even if they could speak, any words they could muster would be drowned out by the constant barrage of flatulence that came bursting out of their backsides. The noxious fumes seeping into their nostrils mixed with the overwhelming sense of relief to leave them in a state akin to being drunk. Lulled into a lethargic mood by the gentle touch of their hosts and the gas seeping into their bodies, Loona and Millie were only able to focus once the door opened up to let in another platter of food.
The allure of stuffing their faces with the collection of burgers helped the hedonistic pair to work through their lethargy. While they had all the motivation they needed to drag their over 600 pound bodies, they couldn’t move more than a few inches without their bellies getting in the way. Struggling to reach out towards the platters, their grunts came alongside a plethora of rumbling farts from their rears. Though the fumes helped to ease their minds in their time of need, the constant roaring of their overactive appetites kept pushing them towards an indulgent meal that they couldn’t grasp with their pudgy fingers.
“Now, now,” Cherry said, helping to bring a burger up to Loona’s face. “No need to strain yourselves on something as trivial as eating,” she commented as she fed the hellhound.
“We’re aware of how little energy these states can leave our guests with,” Blueberry spoke as she treated Millie to a similar helping of greasy meat. “You’ll eventually get used to it. Hopefully by the time you’re ready to experience the peak of your visit here.”
“What are you BWOOOOOORRRPPP talking about?” Loona asked, a handful of fries being offered to her deemed more than enough of an acceptable replacement for an answer.
“I wouldn’t UUUURRRPP worry about it,” Millie commented, having to pause to let another fart flail about her tail before she gestured for another burger. “Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
With the brothel workers at their side, Loona and Millie only had to wave their hands to get service. Though a few times they had to command the succubi to adjust the pillows on the bed, the main thing they kept asking for was more food. Working through the platter of burgers, they called forth for second rounds of burritos and pizzas to keep up with their ravenous hunger. No matter what they ate, it all tasted like pure ecstasy on their tongues. While they were certainly aware of what this feasting was doing to their bodies, they had far gone passed the point of caring.
Lapping her tongue across the bottom of a pizza box helped Loona to catch any stray crumbs and leak grease across her chins. The trickle managed to soak into her fur to leave an unflattering stain across the center of her meaty breasts. Attempts to dig misplaced toppings out from cleavage created a surplus of belches from her lips that sent them careening into the folds of her belly. Rather than try to maneuver her thick fingers into the hole, she merely ordered a succubus to dig into her belly button for her. Granted a handful of crumbs for her “efforts” she made sure to show her appreciation by frantically wagging her tail as she released another pungent BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP from her rear.
Licking her lips clean of the cheese and meat from her burrito, Millie participated in a similar session of self-cleaning. Sliding a hand beneath the undercarriage of her melon-sized mammaries, she came away with a helping of sweat along with a couple of misplaced beans. Popping the morsels in her mouth, resulted in her flabby belly returning the favor with a prolonged BWWWOOOOOOOUUUURRRRPPP to free up more room in her gut. Eagerly swaying her tail against her rear riled up the gas lurking inside to make the meaty ass cheeks quiver from a follow up PHHHHHHHHRRRRTTTTTT. Reveling in her own fumes and feasting, she could feel something else start to emerge.
With her need to feed and her desire to let loose taken care of, Millie’s attention turned to satisfying a certain “itch”. Though her sausage-like fingers seemed perfectly suited for the job, she had little reason to believe that she could reach past her belly. Incapable of reaching her own womanhood, her next idea was getting Cherry and Blueberry to do the job. Unfortunately, turning her thick neck back and forth revealed that at some point the two succubi had left her alone with Loona.
Loona was pulled away from chasing after the crumbs on her fat folds by the sound of strained grunts coming from nearby. Scrunching up her rows of chins, she managed to see Millie trying her best to stick her hand between her thick thighs. The imp’s efforts only resulted in more gas billowing out to fill the room with noxious fumes. Thanks to how their bodies had completely taken over the bed, there wasn’t much room for the gas to dissipate. This meant that it didn’t take long for Loona to also become aware of the last side effect of their slobby forms.
Millie’s attempts to pleasure herself came to a screeching halt as Loona slammed her flabby, furry body into her. Before the imp could ask what was going on, she was interrupted by the hellhound locking lips with her. Following the lead of Loona’s tongue, Millie embraced the kiss as they felt up each other’s bodies. In the exchange of feeling up the wealth of blubber they had gained, the pair managed to also share the burps that came flowing from their mouths. Squeezing each other’s guts with reckless abandon to envelop themselves in their flatulence, they lost all sense of reason as they fully gave themselves to their desires.
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Tapping her feet against the sidewalk as quietly as possible, Loona kept looking over her shoulder to ensure that she hadn’t been followed. Even with the cloak covering up her slim form, she tried to keep her eyes peeled in case anyone she knew saw her. She managed to make it a few feet from her destination before she felt a gentle tug on her tail. Turning on her heels with the intention of using one of the many excuses she had prepared for this moment, she stopped as she looked down and saw Millie.
“What’s with that get up?” the imp asked as she pulled on Loona’s cloak.
“I don’t want anyone to recognize me,” Loona said, pulling her hood over her head.
“Shoot, if that’s what you were worried about we should have lust let those ladies keep us as slobs,” Millie commented.
“The last thing I want people to find out is what we did here. You didn’t tell anyone, right?”
“Just Moxxie,” Millie replied, not showing a hint of the same worry that struck Loona. “He said if we want to experiment a little, there’s nothing wrong with that. When he gets done with his next job, he even said he’d come with me to try it out himself.”
“And… he’s okay with what we did?” Loona asked.
“Aw, it ain’t nothing,” Millie said, walking up to the door. “He knows that it wasn’t entirely our fault. Besides,” she continued, gently grasping Loona’s hand. “It was really fun.”
“Y-yeah,” Loona admitted, sheepishly following the imp inside. “But we’re doing this just one more time. Then we’ll stop,” she added, her words doing little to dissuade Cherry and Blueberry as they welcomed their clients with inviting smiles.
