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Brownie Blow-Out Sale
🕑 Added 2023-06-14 08:59:11 +0000 UTCCW: Features vore. Like, real, actual vore, not object vore. On a pretty sizable scale and in a decent amount of detail too. If you're not into vore, then, uh, maybe skip this one, chief. I've got some update stuff at the bottom though as per usual, so you can go check that out still if you wanna know stuff.
“Oh Jesus Christ, not again…”
Hera floated alongside Margo while they watched the chaos in her convenience store’s storeroom. She had a gods-damned Brownie infestation again. And no, she wasn’t talking about the tasty treat - she was talking about the lowest-ranked fae that shouldn’t even exist in the first place. They were tiny little three-inch-tall bastards that looked like they were sixty-percent human, thirty-percent rodent, and ten-percent locust. Apparently, the little minges had been super friendly and helpful a few eons ago back in their homeland of Ireland, but then they’d come over to America and gotten fat and lazy. Now they were worse than any rat or homeless shithead when they got into your food.
“I TOLD you that we should’ve had that exterminator keep spraying around,” Margo sighed. The tired-looking vampire took a video of a Brownie biting into a soda can and getting propelled halfway across the room by the ensuing carbonation explosion.
Hera growled, “Yeah, yeah, what the fuck ever. I’m gonna call the rat bastard even though he hella overcharges. Try to keep the Brownies out of the corn products while I do that. I don’t want them exploding all over my stock 'cause they can’t process the shit and they’re too dumb to stop eating it.”
Margo tapped away at something on her phone. She responded, “Yeah, not happening. The little shits have nasty teeth.” Then she glanced up. “Can I get tonight off work? It’s not like we’ll be opening anyways.”
“Over my living body,” Hera hissed. “You’re gonna help me patch this place back together after those fucks are squashed out.”
“God damnit,” Margo groaned.
Hera angrily pulled on her phone glove, then yanked her phone out of her spectral pocket and searched through her contacts for ‘Brownie Bastard’. The bastard himself picked up on the third ring. “Ferrel’s Fumigating. You got a pest, we’ll do the rest.”
“Oi, Mick. The Brownies are back.”
“Oh fuck, it’s you-” *CLICK*.
…
Oh hell no- that man did NOT just hang up on her! Hera redialed immediately. “Ferrel’s Fumi-”
“What the fuck was that!?”
*CLICK*.
…
“FUCK!” Hera screamed. She chucked her phone across the room. Mercifully, it hit a bag of rice the Brownies hadn’t raided yet. Unmercifully, it then fell down into a puddle of soda. She had a waterproof case on, so the phone would be fine, but it was gonna be sticky. Gross.
Margo, seemingly unfazed by Hera’s sudden outburst, didn’t even glance up as she asked. “You also probably shouldn’t have haunted his store for a week.”
“The fucker deserved it for how much he was scalping people for!”
“You’re rich. What do you care?”
“That’s not the POINT!” Hera put a hand on her forehead and groaned. “For fuck’s sake, Mick’s the only place close that’s licensed to deal with these little Irish locust fucks! It’s gonna be hours before the next closest place can get here! What am I supposed to do now!?”
Margo started saying, “Sucks to be you, I-”, but then stopped herself. She looked up at Hera, who had started spinning in aggravated circles along the ceiling. “Hey, so, uh… If I maybe had a less-than-legal way to deal with this… for free, as well… then could I get a raise?”
Hera slowed her spinning. She eyed Margo warily. “...How ‘less than legal’ we talking?”
“They don’t have a license. What they’re gonna do might also maybe violate the demi protection act.”
Hera raised an eyebrow.
“Ok, it definitely will. But she can be here in, like, fifteen minutes, and there won’t be any chemicals or anything stopping me from helping you clean up right afterward.”
Hera sat cross-legged on the ceiling and weighed her options. Lose her whole stock, have to pay some other random asshole to get rid of these things, have to wait a few hours for Margo to be able to help clean, and ultimately lose several days of business as a result… or let Margo deal with this for a raise and maybe lose her store and business license…
“...Fifty cents more an hour but you have to work one Sunday a month.”
“Twenty-five cents but I never have to work a Sunday ever again no matter what.”
“Deal.”
Hera floated down and they shook on it. Then Margo tapped a few times on her phone and put it to her ear. “Hey, Cass, what’s up? Remember how you were telling me about that ‘wild safari buffet for predators’ thing you were saving up for? Wanna do something kinda similar but for free…?”
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Margo had lied - it only took ten minutes for her Brownie solution to get to the store.
Hera was slowly rotating in the storeroom grumpily watching a trio of Brownies horf down a pack of mini cookies when she heard the chime of the front door opening. A few seconds later, Margo was reentering the storeroom, and behind her was…
“Goddamnit Margo, what is this!?”
Hera raised an eyebrow at the teal-scaled lamia that had just slithered into the storeroom after Margo. She was certainly a big girl, wasn’t she? Pretty face, too. Decent figure, glossy hair… and, most importantly, she looked pissed at Margo. Yeah, she and Hera were going to get on just fine.
The specter stopped her spinning and swished over to greet Margo’s pal. “Who’s this then?”
“Hera, this is Cass, an old friend. Cass, this is Hera, my boss.” She clapped her hands together. “Introductions done! Wanna get snacking then, Cass? My raise and precious day off depend on it~.”
Cass glowered at Margo. “Seriously? That’s how you’re asking me for a favor? Try again.”
Margo flinched. “Oh, uh, s-sorry. Can you please help me out here? It’s really important.”
“Better. You’re still a jerk, though.”
Hera raised an eyebrow as Margo’s face visibly fell. The vamp who chewed up and spat out rude customers for breakfast was shrinking just from some negative comments from her ‘friend’, huh? Interesting… She put out a hand. “For what it’s worth, I appreciate you coming so fast. These little fucks are nasty to deal with if they can get a few hours of feedin’ and breedin’ off uninterrupted.”
Cass eyed Hera’s hand for a second. She hesitantly took it and seemed a little put off when she actually made contact with Hera’s spectral body. She replied, “Uh, yeah, no problem. I’ve never really done anything like this before, though, so I don’t know how much I can do…”
“Hey, no problem, no problem at all,” Hera smirked. “Just do what you can and I’ll have Margo take care of the rest. By the way, she told you this is illegal, right?”
Cass rolled her eyes. “No, but I figured it’d be. It’s kinda hard to think it’d be legal when it involves eating things live for free. I just figured that she’s not so dumb that she’d ask me to do something that’d get me in trouble.”
“Hey, I’m not dumb-” Margo started, but a quick glare from Cass shut her up right quick.
“Just making sure,” Hera said. She glanced around at the horde of Brownies still ravaging her stock and grimaced. “I’m givin’ you free reign to do what you gotta do to make a dent in these little shits. If you gotta smoosh ‘em first, microwave ‘em, cook ‘em with a side of cauliflower, or wash ‘em down with a beer, then do it. Take anything that you need from in here to do it too. And if you need anything else, I’ll do my best to make it work.”
Cass followed Hera’s gaze. She sighed, but Hera didn’t miss the hungry glint that flashed in her eyes. “I won’t need anything like that, but… could I ask for something? Like, as payment after I’m done?”
Here we go. Finally, the catch. “Lemme hear it.”
“Could you give me Margo’s paycheck for the week? I’m gonna miss work because of this.”
Hera blinked. Then she smiled wickedly. “Oh, is that all? Yeah, that’s no problem! Hell, I’ll give it to you in cash myself before you leave.”
“Hey!” Margo protested. Hera turned and stuck her tongue out at her.
“Perfect! Then I guess I’ll get started~.”
Cass moved forward into the storeroom. The Brownies didn’t pay her much mind, continuing to gorge themselves on the ‘free’ food they’d found. Pretty much every one of the little pigs was sporting a gut of some kind now, though some were notably more gluttonous than others. A few had even eaten themselves into immobility - and some of those were still glutting themselves. It was one of these greedy bastards that Cass started with. She grabbed a Brownie that was laying on its engorged stomach in the middle of a torn-open sack of flour and hefted it up. “Jeez, these things are heavy!” Cass huffed. Then she held it up above her head, opened her mouth wide with a little *pop!*, and… lowered the bloody thing in. Whole.
Yeah, eating the Brownies alive was definitely a little more illegal than just fumigating the bastards. They totally deserved it though, so… no guilt for Hera! Plus, it was pretty cool to see the massive lump that was the fat Brownie descending down Cass’ neck, eventually pushing past her collarbone and forming a prominent lump in her belly. She was wearing a cut-off shirt that left her gut open to the world, so it was easy to see what was going on down there. Also, no pants. That was kinda expected, considering she didn’t have legs or anything, but still… it was just something Hera had never thought about before, y’know? She’d never seen a lamia before, let alone met one, so she didn’t know much about them. She was certainly learning now, though.
After that first taste, Cass seemed to get more into it. She licked her lips and snatched up another couple of Brownies that were working their way through a bag of chips. She sucked one down quickly, then sent the other down soon after. Her gut swelled out to twice its previous size and Cass gave it a solid smack while she snatched up another hungry Brownie. It was a solid-sounding smack that also made the gut wobble around more than it should’ve… and for longer, too. It seems like the Brownies weren’t too happy about being stuck in there. Heh. Guess they should’ve thought twice about raiding Hera’s food stocks then, huh? Asshats.
The lamia slurped down a few more Brownies without slowing down. While not as stuffed as that first one, each one sported a decent food baby that made Cass’ gut puff out just a little bit more. The lamia hesitated on her eighth Brownie, rubbing her belly for a few seconds before wrapping her tongue around the squirming little fae and dragging it down her throat.
At this point, Cass’ belly was heavily distended. Hera could occasionally make out little lumps and bumps sticking out from the sizable orb, though her skin would quickly become smooth again. The lamia panted and belched. She sighed. Then she put her hands on her upper belly, took a deep breath, and… pushed. Before Hera's eyes, her stomach started to move - shifting lower and lower on her abdomen until it disappeared past the scales covering her hips. Her perfectly slim waist was back as if she hadn’t had a single thing to eat at all. Hell, her stomach was even growling loud enough for Hera to hear. Cass licked her lips again, eyes gleaming brightly, and started gulping down Brownies again.
“Oh-ho…” Hera hummed while she kept on watching the fiesta in front of her. She could be a bit of a glutton herself whenever the urge to eat struck her, so she was starting to get why Cass had been so willing to agree to this even before she asked for Margo’s paycheck. Like recognizes like and all, right? They just had different tastes in meals. Hera liked a good houseful of random objects while this lamia babe liked a good stockroom of tubby bastards. From one sinful bitch to another… Hera could respect that.
The slippery woman had shoved another hefty group of Brownies down her maw now and was seemingly having some difficulty with her belly again. The bulging creamy orb stuck well past her tits and kept bumping into racks while she slithered after a Brownie who had realized it was being hunted. She still managed to outspeed the little bastard though since it had a gut half the size of itself. Cass held the wriggling fae for a few moments while she caught her breath and rubbed her tummy, then dragged it down in seconds with her tongue. The prominent lump sank down her throat and joined a dozen other such lumps in pushing her belly even further out.
Apparently, this was her limit as Cass winced and leaned against a stock shelf holding all of Hera’s canned soups. “Oooh shit… that was *HURP* one too many this load…” Cass panted and belched. She gingerly placed a hand on her lower belly and started to rub. Then, carefully, she repeated her previous action of pressing down on her upper belly until her belly started to shift down again. Despite being significantly larger this time, the results were the same. All those eaten Brownies descended into seeming nothingness, resulting in a once again flat tum and a hungry lamia licking her lips and getting down low to sweep after a few other of the smarter Brownies.
By now, a good handful of the Brownies had realized that the stockroom had become a hunting ground instead of a safe haven. The little shitlords were darting around looking for a way out. Hera smirked evilly. Too bad, fucklings~. She’d already plugged all of the ways out! While waiting for Margo’s solution to arrive, Hera and Margo had jammed the few holes the Brownies had made full of cans. This normally wouldn’t be hard for the Brownies to get around, but each one of the fat fucks was loaded with at least their own body weight in food. They could barely lug themselves around, let alone some heavy cans! They were trapped! Ha!
Just as the prophecy foretold, the shitty little bastards all clustered around the plugged holes and scrabbled away to no avail. By the time they realized there was no way out, Cass was already on them. Hera heard a gleeful giggle shortly followed by the terrible screeching of metal on tile as the lamia’s long lower body roughly shoved shelves aside to wrap around a herd of Brownies. The large woman, with now undisguised glee on her face, reached down into the coil of her body and plucked out a particularly bloated-looking Brownie. She licked some drool off of her lips, then opened wide.
Well, watching a snake woman gorge herself on a seemingly endless supply of tiny fatties was fun, but Hera didn’t want to spend the rest of her afterlife in her filthy stockroom, so she figured now was a great time to start cleaning. She couldn’t start deep-cleaning until all the Brownies were Cass snacks, but she could at least start bagging up all the shit she’d have to toss. ‘Course, by ‘she’, Hera naturally meant Margo. What else was she gonna have her lazy manager do on her eight-hour shift? Let her go home early? Ha! As if. Nah, Margo was gonna scrub this place down while Hera dumped all of the ruined food inside of Benjifer’s place (she might have fired ol’ Benny girl, but damn if she couldn’t find a better trash compactor than her).
At least, that was Hera’s plan, but she decided to revise those plans once she’d turned to tell Margo to get off her phone and do something productive for once. The ‘for once’ was that Margo was off of her phone. That didn’t happen. Margo was either working or on her phone. Yet here she was, staring at the voracious lamia whose belly was getting swollen enough to act as a lid for her makeshift coil pen of Brownies. Hera watched Margo for a second, then a wicked grin spread across her pale face. This was gonna be ~fun~.
The spectral woman swooshed around Margo, who barely even reacted. What did get a reaction, however, is when Hera got in real close to her ear and whispered, “So… ‘friend’, huh?”
Margo started so badly that Hera was worried she would have a regular pulse. The vampire whipped towards Hera and snarled quietly, “Yes, F.R.I.E.N.D. Fuck off.”
“I wish I had friends like you then~,” Hera said coyly, flipping upside down and moving her fingers to frame Margo’s face. “If you were staring any harder, you would’ve made a hole in that gut of hers for the Brownies to crawl out of. Add in that you’ve got more color in your face than the rest of your body combined and your puppy-dog panting, and now I’m curious about what kinds of benefits being your friend gets someone.”
“Sh-Shut the hell UP!” Margo hissed, baring her sharp canines like she could do something to Hera with them. She quickly glanced back to Cass, but the snake woman hadn’t noticed anything. She was too busy moaning to herself while leaning her overstuffed, lumpy gut on her coils and massaging it. The short vampire breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Hera. “There are NO benefits. None. We’re JUST friends and it’s going to STAY that way.”
Hera did a little spin up to the ceiling and laughed. “You sure? I wonder what Cassie would say if someone showed her you drooling all over that belly of hers…”
“You wanna be exorcised? I know an exorcist. A good one.”
“Oh nooo, a silver-snorting bible thumper. What am I gonna doooo?” Hera cackled and rolled around on the ceiling while Margo seethed down on the floor. Then, after she’d calmed down a little, Hera let herself drift back down to Margo’s level and patted her head. “Aw, don’t worry little anklebiter. I won’t tell miss snakey about your little kinky-winky.”
One of Margo’s red eyes twitched. She grimaced. “...For what?”
“Hmm? What was that now?”
“For WHAT? What’s the catch, you old witch?”
“Oh, nothing much…” Hera smiled a gruesome smile and whipped around Margo a few times, playing with her clothes. The vampire had a pretty nice body, all things considered. Not much of an ass or chest, but she was slim and soft and had a nice face even when she was scowling (which was most of the time). Yeah, she would do~.
Hera stopped circling around Margo and rested right above her, face dangling in front of her face. “I’ll forget aaaall about your hungry, hungry hippo eyes if you seduce that ass-muncher Brownie exterminator and then ruin him. Don’t care how you do it. Spread bad rumors, sabotage his shit, slash his tires, suck his blood ‘'til his personal sprayer doesn’t work anymore - just do it. Destroy him in all the worst kinds of ways.”
Margo pursed her lips. “...You’ve got a lot of problems. You know that, right?”
“And your bestie eats little fairy people while you get off to her eating those little fairy people. Everyone’s at least a little fucked up. Now, you gonna do it or am I gonna tell fat-ass Cass about your food fetish?”
Margo thought for a few moments, then rolled her eyes. “Sure, whatever. He was making shitty passes at me when he was here last time anyways. Guess it might be fun to fuck with him.”
Hera giggled and did a little spin, making sure to pass right through Margo and making her shiver. “Thanks, ankle-biter. Your benefits really are the best~.”
“Will you quit with that benefit bull-”
In the middle of Margo’s outburst, a sharp, haunting belch echoed through the storeroom, making both of the low-pulsed women stop in their tracks. Hera turned to look at her resident pest eater for the first time in a while and couldn’t stop the little, “Oh, fuck!” that came out of her mouth. Cass had hauled herself over to the second hole the little assholes had made in her walls and had cleaned up there as well. Now she was leaning against one of Hera’s shelves, making the metal shelf creak and bend under her weight - and what a weight it was!
Cass’ human belly was jutting straight out, sagging only a little under the weight of all those tiny dickheads she’d gobbled down. The lumpy orb was constantly wobbling and twitching, but not from her breathing. The snake woman looked like she was having problems with that since she was panting so hard but each breath didn’t seem to move the tight skin of her belly at all. Hera might’ve wondered why she wasn’t just doing her cool magic trick of making all those bastards disappear into her lower belly if she hadn’t also seen that her lower half had swollen as well, probably gaining at least four inches of diameter all around her whole snakey body. Four inches was nothing compared to the probable foot her gut had gained, but with how much tail she had and how big it had been to start with? Four inches was huge.
Then something clicked. Hera hadn’t noticed while staring at the hot overstuffed lamia breaking her shelf with her fat ass, but now she was hearing a distinct lack of tiny asshole footsteps and tiny asshole gibberish. She zipped around the room, doing a quick count. One, two, four, six… holy shit, there were only seven of the Brownies left! They were the biggest, plumpest ones who hadn’t gotten to a blocked-off escape hole ‘cause they literally couldn’t move, which was probably the only reason Cass hadn’t gobbled them down too! Well, then again…
“Yo, you good, girl?” Hera asked as she came to a stop next to the giant woman. Jesus lord of fuck, her belly looked even more distended and lumpy up close. Just how many Brownies did she have stuck up there? “You kinda look like you’d pop if I poked you with a feather.”
“OoooOooh… please no *HUUURP* feathers…” Cass groaned. She hiccuped and the shelf under her arms crunched a little bit lower. “Feathers make me think of chickens, a-and I’m gonna *UUURP* pop if I even think about eating…”
“Hey, yeah, sure, no prob,” Hera said quickly. She noted that Margo hadn’t budged an inch from her spot across the room and was, instead, staring slack-jawed at Cass. Hera rolled her eyes. With how shitty Margo was at hiding her kink, she’d bet thirty grand that Cass already had an idea what her tum could do to the horny vamp. Eh, whatevs. Margo being dense meant she got to get revenge on a dick of an exterminator without getting her own hands dirty, so it was better for her this way.
Anyways, back to the problem at hand. Hera slowly floated around Cass, inspecting her up and down. “Ok, sooo… are you sure you can’t fit anymore in? Like, really sure?”
“Y-YessuuuUUUOOOOOORP-”
“Right, gotcha.” Hera glanced around and frowned. “Well, shit. There’re still seven of the little bastards left. What am I supposed to do with seven fat little gremlins that’ve eaten enough that if they ever manage to digest it all, they’re gonna fuck like jackrabbits for eighty hours straight and flood the whole store? I can’t eat living things, Margo can’t eat shit at all, and it’s not like I can just chuck ‘em outside - they’ll just come right back.”
Hera heard a long, low gurgle come from right next to her. She glanced over to Cass. The snake woman looked a little green around the gills and a small line of drool was dripping down her mouth and onto her chest, which looked bigger now that it was being propped up by the rigid gut underneath. She swallowed hard, then managed to say, “I… I m-might be able to fit them… if I can empty out one more time… but-” A giant burp cut Cass off, making her whole body tremble. She gasped for breath for a few seconds, then continued, “B-but I’m s-so full… the valve between my stomachs is- *HIC* t-too tense… and I can’t reach it…”
Hera blinked. “Oh. Oh! Hey, that’s great! Good girl, good girl!” Hera hovered down until she was underneath the giant gut. Wow, it was really loud down here between both of her packed guts. Just how many pounds was her body trying to digest right now? Too fuckin’ much was the answer. Ah, ah-ah- don’t think about how much of your stock was inside those little shitters, Hera! Just focus on getting the last few out before they scarf down even MORE of your shit! “Right, so I just… rub your belly right? Or the valve itself? I can reach the valve itself if you want. I can just reach in and-”
“N-No, just-” another violent belch interrupted her. Jesus, her belly got even noisier while she was burping! “Just rub the outside! I-I’m gonna puke if you put more in me!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever works. So I’m guessing I should rub… here?”
Hera started to massage the lowest point of Cass’ belly right where her human skin started getting covered up by scales, which was where she’d seen the half-snake rubbing earlier. God DAMN, it was so tight and solid! It felt like she was rubbing a bald man’s head and wishing for luck! Please, bountiful bald Buddha belly, grant her boundless wealth and no Karens in her store for a month- no, a week. She couldn’t get too greedy, after all.
“Ooo-OOOooooh, fuuuuuck…” Cass moaned loudly. The shelf creaked louder as Cass seemed to lean backward. Her belly visibly rumbled above Hera and the skin she was rubbing seemed to get slightly tighter. “K-Keep going- Oooooh! I-I can feel s-s-some of them moving down- *HUUuUURP*!”
What, already? But Hera had just gotten started! This might be to save her store, but it’s not like she wasn’t enjoying this. How often did she get asked to rub a hot and horny demihuman’s belly so she could eat even more? Sure, bellies were more of a side kink for her, but she’d have to be alive again to not be getting excited by this.
The spectral woman doubled down on her massaging, determined to get the most out of this while it lasted. Cass moaned and belched louder in response. Then her belly let out a wet squelching sound above Hera and a large lump split off from the orb, slipping down her comparatively slender waist into her engorged lower half. A chorus of gurgles sounded out from her second belly, though they were quickly muffled by a second lump sliding down to join the first.
One by one, under the guidance of Hera’s eager hands, Cass’ human belly emptied itself into her lower one. The ghostly woman knew her work was done when the light above her was being blocked only by two small half-spheres instead of one massive sphere. She floated into an upright stance and took stock of Cass, who was still leaning on her shelf and panting hard. Her upper half looked exhausted, but otherwise slim, trim, and normal. Her lower half, though… it had visibly swelled up again. It seemed too thick to even function properly at this point. No wonder Cass had to lean - her ‘leg’ was too fat to bend properly, let alone move her around. Still, immobile or not, she now had some room, which meant…
“Time for dessert, hungry girl~. Ready to finish the job?”
Cass’ only response was a haggard but notably quieter burp and a weak nod. Good enough! Hera zipped over to one of the food-laden Brownies and hefted it up. If she could eat living things herself, she’d just gobble the little assholes up on her own, but that was one of her few limitations; living things, with enough effort, could push right through her. This little shitter couldn’t move a single inch though, meaning she could pick it up and carry it riiiiight over to the hungry mamba’s maw.
“Ready? Open wiiiide~!”
Cass' face looked full of regret as she slowly opened her mouth. The Brownie had sluggishly accepted Hera carrying it, but with Cass’ wide, wet mouth right in front of it, it had had an ‘oh shit’ moment and was starting to struggle. Too late, bitch! Hera popped the round fuck right into Cass’ mouth. It was too wide to fit naturally, but Cass worked her mouth around it until her jaw popped open and she could pull the Brownie’s horridly overfull gut into her throat. Hera watched the massive lump sink painfully slowly down her neck, push her collarbone apart enough to fit through, then disappear for a few seconds behind her chest before filling out Cass’ briefly svelte middle.
The lamia panted for a few seconds and belched sickly. She was already looking green again. “Oh gods, I’ve never been this full before. I can feel the weight of that Brownie on my- *HIC-ooOUURP* m-my lower stomach… Ooooh, it hurts…”
“Man, I’m sorry. I feel bad for you.” Hera paused for a few seconds. “...But you can still eat the rest, right? I’m kinda counting on you here.”
The lamia cast Hera a cold glare. “Y-Yes, I can still eat the rest. Just… go slowly.”
Hera chuckled and patted Cass’ single-Brownie food baby. “Sure thing, scales~. Lemme go get your next course for you then.”
Hera zipped off to get the next Brownie. This one happened to be next to Margo, who had finally moved. Then again, she hadn’t really - she’d just turned around, assumedly to keep the now more cognisant Cass from noticing her horniness. Hera took a quick detour to orbit Margo for a second. Oh, holy shit - a nosebleed. She had a nosebleed! A vampire with a nosebleed - now that was funny! Hera cackled aloud while swooshing back over to collect another tasty Brownie bastard.
Slowly, as instructed, Hera hand-fed Cass the last of the little gluttons. Cass took each one more hesitantly than the last as if fighting her body every single swallow. It probably didn’t help that these were the fattest fucks of all. Hera wasn’t great with weight (being weightless and all), but if she had to guess, each of the belly brats was at about ten pounds. Put all together, that was about seventy pounds Cass was horfing down as a final meal. Hera wasn’t really sure why that mattered to her (she wasn’t even sure how much an average meal weighed, honestly), but it sounded big, right? Seventy pounds. She’d have to tell Margo that sometime in the middle of her shift and watch her freak out. It’d be hilarious.
Finally, Hera let go of the final Brownie. Cass looked barely even conscious, eyes mostly shut and her mouth barely moving around the glorified belly filling her mouth. Still, move it did. The final Brownie slowly vanished behind Cass’ stretched-out jaw, slowly sank down her throat, and…
“I… I’m gonna explode… *HuuOOoorr-HUUURP*”
Cass’ human belly had once again expanded beyond belief, basically matching what it had been before Hera’s delightful belly massage (if not being a little bigger, even). The lamia looked positively ready to explode, but hey- Hera’s pest problem was finally solved! Things had turned out pretty great for Hera-
*KRRRRRR-AAAACK!*
The glutted lamia didn’t even flinch as the shelf she was leaning on finally wrenched in two, sending her falling backward. The rest of the shelf got violently shoved backward by her falling, tipping over and knocking over several more rows of shelves behind it. The massively overstuffed woman collapsed onto the floor with a distinct THUD. Her human tum, which now towered above her as a monument to the Brownies’ sins, wobbled dangerously from the sudden fall. It trembled violently and swelled up another inch. Cass’ face, which was now a sickening mixture of red, green, and white, scrunched up. Then a thunderous burp ricochet out of her, filling the room with a low rumbling and leaving Hera thunderstruck. She didn’t know a burp could even HAVE that much reverb. That was awesome. Also, Cass hadn’t popped or thrown up after falling down. A nice bonus to the belch.
Anyways, with all the excitement done, time to get back to work. “Margo, Cass passed out, so we need to move her to the break room. Then you can clean up all this mess while I order a new shelf and stock.”
Hera turned to where Margo had been, but the vampire was gone. Wha- she hadn’t. Hera flew over in a fit and looked around. Nothing. She flew into the break room, then the main store. Nothing! Then there was a text on her phone. Angrily, Hera crammed her hand into her phone glove and looked at it. It was the bitch herself.
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Hera sent back a message. have fun touching urrself cause u can’t get anyone to touch u for u. c u tomorrow. btw im taking the shelf scalie broke out of ur next paytcheck. the next one u get not the one im giving her, btw
Hera chucked her phone into her office real fast before going back to the storeroom. Well then… she needed do a deep clean, get rid of all the food waste, order a new shelf and new stock, summon an imp to torment her shitty manager for while, and move Cass to the break room so she can sleep off all those Brownies. She sighed mournfully. This was gonna take all damn night. Maybe she’d snap a few pics of Cass’ bloated gut just to make herself feel better. Maybe get a few more rubs in as well. Hey, her employee was ditching work so she could go play with a toy, right? Hera might as well have some of her own fun if that was the case. Now, how was she gonna lug this giant gut into the break room without making Cass explode…?
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It doesn't happen often at all, but sometimes... I just feel like writing a nice vore tum.
Sorry if this one wasn't for everyone, lol. It was super self-indulgent. This one combines my dislike of Margo + taking it out on her, how much I like writing Hera being a little shit + how much I like writing gravity-defying characters, small characters with big tums, and small overstuffed tums getting crammed into bigger overstuffed tums. Ultimately, it is the self-indulgent fic, lol.
I'm starting the commission stuff on the 16th, as planned! I'm working away on the Patreon version of the comms sheet as we speak~. It's gonna be a bit cheaper for y'all, but ultimately the draw is gonna be that I'm gonna keep any Patreon commission exclusive for Patreon. Anything y'all pay for will stay here + I'll go back to attaching a downloadable copy like old times so that peeps can download a copy in case they want to dip from the Patreon someday.
That's about it! See y'all in a few days~.
