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Patreon Prompt 416
🕑 Added 2023-10-29 23:26:09 +0000 UTCPrompt: (Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Hyperpreg and Gassy) https://www.deviantart.com/chaoticbabylon/art/Comm-Stuffed-spider-914372331
The workings of a demon’s biology are strange to say the least. Angel Dust ended up finding this out the hard way after an evening of drugs and sex led to a quite unusual occurrence. When he dragged himself out of bed the following morning he couldn’t help feeling that something was off. Lumbering his way into the bathroom, he felt as if he was dragging around an iron wrecking ball.
Angel’s grogginess was shaken off as he stepped in front of the mirror and saw the sizable gut taking up the majority of his fuzzy, white mid-section. Sliding one of his hands over the taut orb let him feel something wriggling around inside. Upon reaching his pushed out belly button and feeling whatever was inside kick back, he grimaced at the realization that he was somehow pregnant.
With a bit of effort, Angel managed to squeeze his portly form out of his room to go running down the halls. Passing up the other guests and employees of the hotel as he waddled forward, his mind was only focused on finding Alastor. Though his intention was to seek the demon in the hopes that he would be able to fix his little problem, he came to a halt as he picked up a sweet smell coming from the dining room.
Stepping into the room, Angel’s eyes immediately locked onto the table full of various sweets and pastries. Driven by the ravenous hunger of himself and the things growing inside of him, he lunged towards the spread. Without hesitation or worry about what the feast would do to his body, he shoveled the sweets past his lips at a break neck speed. Overcome by his own taste buds and appetite, he only managed to stop eating once every last crumb had been licked clean.
Collapsing under his own weight, Angel leaned against the table to catch his breath. Caressing his enormous gut, he relieved some of his built up pressure with a guttural belch. When that wasn’t enough, a cloud of flatulence parting from his rear with a loud BRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP seemed to do the trick and helping him relax. Sitting in a miasma of his own fumes and feeling his growing children shifting around inside of him, he was overcome with a strange calmness. Helping himself to a few missed droplets clinging to his fur, he planned to wait until someone came by to bring more food to help him through the rest of his pregnancy.
