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Loona's Supermarket Swelling (Revision 2)
🕑 Added 2022-11-16 16:03:06 +0000 UTCThe week leading up to Loona’s second visit to Impleton’s, “Fair of Gluttony,” was one of the hardest waiting periods she ever had to endure. Day after day, she was forced to eat insignificant meals, waddling a few feet here and there with no bountiful feast waiting at the end, and greedily fantasizing how much more she’d indulge herself at the fair compared to her previous visit. Just the smell of greasy-fattening food from take out restaurants she passed by turned her mouth into a fountain of drool seeping through her fanged teeth. The yearning to gorge further and grow fatter manifested at each sight, smell, and taste of food, and for the entire week, she could hardly keep her paws off of her supple folds and blubbery physique.
At the dawn of Friday, Loona could hardly contain her excitement. She tossed and turned on her reinforced bed throughout the night, her heart skipping a beat the moment midnight struck; her restless mind counted each passing second until she rose for work. Normally, Blitz would have been overjoyed hearing his adopted daughter willfully have a conversation with him; sadly, it irked him to hear her rambling on about the fair, how fat she was hoping to get, and the euphoria that came with being such an insatiable glutton. On the brightside, she was far less snappy and more accommodating with orders she was given. No doubt hoping Blitz would give her a ride down to the gluttony ring the minute the work day was up.
Her tail wagged the entire ride over, with her head poking out over the front seats of Blitz’s van. Her tongue hung down the side of her mouth as she jubilantly smiled through her pudgy cheeks. Like a child heading to their favorite amusement park, she watched with excitement for the first signs of the fair to poke above Gluttony’s dense canopy of jungle trees and palms. Blitz gritted his teeth as his daughter partially crawled over the seats, her expansive waistline pushing against him and making it harder to drive. Strangely, there was no ferris wheel or big top poking above the distant trees. Upon rounding their final corner, Loona was sorely disappointed to see why.
The elated joy she had faded like ash in the wind. Where the vibrant fair once stood, with all of its colorful banners, jingling music, attractions, tents, stands, and mouth watering aromas of food galore, now was an empty lot of asphalt and dirt. Somehow, everything was gone. Not a ribbon, trash can, food tray, or even a soda cup, the entire area was picked clean. Loona walked around the empty dirt lot, looking for any sign of what might have happened, but she found nothing. The only thing left behind of the barren fairgrounds now, were her tears as she walked back to the van.
She sniffled and wiped her eyes on the ride back, looking over the hellnet for answers as to what happened. There were no stories about it anywhere; typical, since no news outlet would truly care about what happened to some fat fuck’s place of dinning. Sinstagram, however, had other like minded demons asking about the fair’s disappearance, along with all advertising that existed for it. The one post that drew everyone’s attention was a picture a patron took on their way to the fair on Thursday. For some reason, a blockade of cars blocked off the road a mile before the fair, with a gang of well dressed imp and shark demons brandishing guns. Other commenters also claimed to have run into them, being told to turn around, and that the fair was closed; even some seasonal employees were turned away. Loona resented her rotten luck, but aside from wishing she could have gorged herself one final time, she hoped Impleton was somehow safe.
A month has passed since her weekend at the fair, with each passing week growing more miserable than the last. It pained the hound to see her blubberous curves and massive belly receding every time she looked in a mirror. No amount of spending half her paycheck on food and snacks lived up to the veritable gorge she had so long ago, sustaining her luscious body with pound upon pound of gropable fat. She now managed to once again fit behind her reception desk, which to be fair was also bigger to accommodate her increased size. Her reinforced office chair creaked under her weight, wide enough to seat multiple hounds, or simply Loona’s ample rear, with inches to spare. It wasn’t easy finding her favorite top and shorts in her size, but with some demon magic, they fit snuggly enough, along with accentuating her added thickness; thighs, arms, hips, butt, and belly, all on mouth watering display.
While Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie were currently on a job, she looked through the photo gallery on her phone. Pictures were all she had to remember her heaviest weight, along with the blue-rubber eternal gluttony wristband, which she still wore; a lasting memory of the fair, its magic had completely drained the day that she left, leaving it now as just another accessory. She had been so happy that weekend, smiling in every picture, be it while horking down a mouthful of food, biting her lip while wobbling her fat, or taking selfies that hardly managed to fit her in frame. Regret settled in, having never taken a full body photo of herself; by the time she thought of it, depression over losing weight had swept over her.
She could hear her pictures speaking back to her. Bitch, you wish you were me, check out all this beautiful blubber.
Her own taunting belly shaking, belching, and pleasured moaning played like a video in her head. She whined with envy, setting her phone down on her desk before tears would start to form. Instead, she looked to her own corpulent body. Even after a month of receding in weight, her belly still managed to lay atop her meaty thighs; though, no longer pour over her desk. Her sizable love handles were still too large for her paws to fully clamp on to, but the fact she could even reach them was disappointing. Fortunately, her face and arms remained puffy, and her hips still managed to wedge themselves between small doorways and seats. Being the fattest hellhound she knew was a nice concession, but it hardly compared to being a veritable blob.
“Fuck me,” Loona sighed, cupping her fat belly in both paws. “What I wouldn’t give to be that size again.”
Amid squishing her love handles, her phone suddenly began vibrating. She snorted at the text message being Blitz asking for a portal. Grabbing Stolas’ grimoire across her desk, she flipped through the pages and casted the spell. A portal opened in the center of the room, with her three coworkers walking through with satisfied looks on their faces as they carried some things in each of their arms. Her ears perked up at the sounds of crinkling plastic bags and munching teeth. Each of the imps all snacked on something: Moxxie with a bag of peanuts, Millie with a bag of chips, and Blitz with a chocolate bar.
“Nice work everyone,” said Blitz, “another day of easy clients and no fuck ups, we’re on a roll.”
“These aren’t unsalted peanuts,” said Moxxie, “I should have gotten the pumpkin seeds instead.”
Loona whined as Moxxie threw his bag of peanuts in a nearby trash. “You guys ended up getting snacks without me?”
“Don’t worry, Loony,” Blitz walked over to her, beady eyed and pursing his lips, making a cutesy tone with his voice. “I bwought a bag, all for you.”
The imp dumped a large plastic bag onto her desk. The top of it was filled to the brim with a variety of candies and dessert snacks, all of which caused Loona’s stomach to fiercely grumble. “Where the fuck did you find the time to get all this?”
“The target was some clerk at a convenience store,” said Millie, “they had all kinds of goodies. Blitz just nicked a little bit of everything from the top shelves.”
Loona looked through the still open portal, past the alleyway and seeing the convenience store across the street. Loona’s fur stood up, her eyes furrowed and teeth bared. “A whole convenience store and you only came back with one bag!”
Moxxie scoffed, “as if you needed more. You’re fat enough as it is.”
“Take a look in the mirror, shit head! Everyone knows you’re a fatty, but at least I can admit it! That’s it, on the next job, I’m coming with!”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweety,” said Blitz.
“Why not? I’m still the only one out of all of us that actually has a human disguise. Plus there’s tons of fat humans walking around, I’d fit right in.”
“Loona, honey, we’ve been over this before. You’re our only escape plan if shit goes sideways, and let’s be honest, you’re not quite as…nimble as you were before. You know, some of these jobs can get really dangerous, and I just don’t want to see you get hurt. That’s all.”
“Not to mention she could hardly walk a few steps before getting winded,” added Moxxie.
“Shut it, Mox. Anyway, Loony, you’re much safer here.”
The hellhound snarled, her eyes bulging wider with rage. “You just want to keep me away from all the greasy-fatty-heart stopping food up there while you’re on the job! You like that I’m losing weight because you can’t stand to see me fucking happy!”
“Now, sweety, come on, it’s not like that at all.”
“It’s not?” Millie said, “weren’t you glad she could fit through normal doorways again?”
“Christ on a stick, Millie, would you and your husband kindly fuck off to the car already?”
Shrugging to each other, Millie and Moxxie did as they were told. Blitz reached out for the grimoire, which Loona pulled away, growling and crossing her arms in protest.
Blitz continued. “Look, Loona, I’m sorry you couldn’t get a second shot at that fair place, and I know you’re upset. But, you know, maybe it’s better that you’re not overeating till you’re as big as a whale?”
The hellhound refused to respond, continuing to growl. Turning her back to him, Blitz heaved a frustrated sigh, knowing nothing of what he said was reaching her.
“Tell you what,” he said, “let me put the book away, then we’ll drop off M and M back at their place and go out to whatever greasy fast food stand you like. Sound good?”
Angered as she was, the thought of wolfing down multiple cheese and steak burritos from Taco Hell caused her tail to wag. “Uuuugh, fine.”
“Fantastic, lets get the fuck out of here. Don’t forget your snacks.”
Handing over the grimoire, Loona looked at the convenience store beyond the still opened portal. She longingly stared at its doors, watching as police cruisers drove up to the scene before the portal finally closed. Watching Blitz walk to his office, book cradled in his arms, an idea began sprouting in Loona’s head. For as long as she’s used the book, she has always opened portals in alleyways, behind trees and shrubbery, and generally in areas outside of prying human eyes. But, what if she tried opening a patrol inside an interior, someplace with complete and total access to food? The idea made her stomach gurgle so loud, she clutched at its center with a paw. A quivering chill rode down her blubbery back. It was a long walk back to the office, and Moxxie was obnoxiously correct about her lack of cardio. But the prospect of another feast after so long was too tempting to pass up. It might not be the fair, but there should at least be a fair amount of food to decently fatten her up.
*
At the dead of what hell considered night, Loona anxiously made her move. The door to her room cracked open slowly as one of her pointy ears inched their way out. Perked up, she heard Blitz’s snoring from the living room couch, signaling her chance to leave. With what stealth she could muster at her current size, she tip-toed toward the door. The wooden floorboards groaned under her weight, and thoughts of the feast to come caused her belly to constantly gurgle. Thankfully, Blitz was a heavy sleeper capable of napping through even the swirling torrent of sounds her sloshing belly produced after a heavy gorge. Reaching the front door, she snatched the office keys from a nearby table, and snuck out into the night, brisk in her step and anxiously driven by her tantalizing hunger.
Imp city was far less dangerous at night than she originally thought. Having to only deal with three muggers, which she easily dispatched with her superior size and power, made it a fairly good night. Though fighting was quite the exercise, the long walk to the office began taxing the neglected muscles in her legs, along with some burning back pain. Furthermore, She dealt with all of it while on a full stomach, greedily taking full advantage of Blitz’s earlier deal and glutting on as many tacos and burritos as it took to get her full.
By the time she finally reached the office, walked through the triple wide doors, and flipped the light switch, she vigorously panted for breath, as if running a mile. Her footpaws dragged across the floor on her way to the nearest couch, its springs and boards creaking at the full weight of her collapsing body. They suddenly snapped under the immense pressure of her rear, sinking the entire middle of the couch inward. Loona paid no mind, struggling to catch her breath and grateful to finally rest her aching paws. Spreading her arms across the top of the couch, she rested her head against the wall.
“Fuck. Walking around, huff, is such, wheeze, a pain in the dick,” Loona sighed. “Didn’t seem this hard…back when I…was fat as fuck.”
Looking at her belly, then to Blitz’ office door, she deviously grinned. The start of a rich and fulfilling nightly feast was just a few pawsteps and an easily predictable combination safe away. Her stomach blorped, calling for more sustenance while still digesting her earlier meal. Giving her belly a vigorous wobble, she huffed through her nose as she grew smitten by its jiggling.
“Mmmff, it doesn’t matter. Once I become a bed bound blob, hmmmmf, I won’t have to worry about walking again.”
Loona gave her gut a loving hug before arduously standing up. The sizable crater she left on the couch pleased her greatly, which she gave her lush rear a slap before walking to the office door.
While Blitz was accommodating enough to make the front door bigger for Loona, his office door remained the same. It always flustered her to see how much of the doorway her belly took up wherever a door was present, but today it was an annoyance. She attempted to enter sideways, slipping in the chunky slab of meat she called a leg before wedging herself between the doorframe. Her teeth bared as she cursed under her breath, sucking in as much of her gut as she could just to wriggle through a few inches at a time.
After much huffing and puffing, she managed to pull her way through, catching herself on Blitz’s desk as she nearly fell over. Walking behind the desk to the wall safe, she entered the four digit passcode, grabbed the grimoire, and repeated the painstaking process of exiting the office. Her digits trembled flipping through the spell book’s pages. Saliva dripped from her lips, and her heart began pounding with excitement. Opening the portal in the center of the reception room, she passed the threshold into the dark interior of her desired destination.
The portal closed behind her, leaving only the blue glow of moonlight to shine through the front convenience store windows. Yellow police tape wrapped around the front door, and copious amounts of blood still stained the cashier’s counter and the cigarettes displayed on the back wall. The smell of it was rank and tasted like copper in Loona’s mouth. It certainly hadn’t been a clean kill, which was par for the course for Blitz and company.
Taking her eyes off the bloodstained back walls, Loona gasped at the aisles of goodies spread around her. Chest high shelves and racks filled with snacks, basic foods and refrigeration units lining the entire right and back side walls, filled her with such glee her legs began to wobble. The grimoire slipped from her digits and hit the floor with a loud thud. She wrapped her arms around her waist in a comforting embrace, squishing at her supple curves.
“Holy shit! Loona, you bitch, you’re gunna get fat…Fat…FAT!”
Licking her chops, she wasted no time waddling to the shelf closest to her. Chips and other cheddar cheese based snackables were the first things she poured down her maw, briefly chewing once her mouth was full before swallowing the wad of cheesy paste. They came in a quantity of flavors, some with their own spicy variants, others puffed up larger than her digits. Their empty bags littered the floor, crinkling as she stepped on them. Clearing two whole shelves in a matter of minutes, she joyously bounced her belly in her paws, reveling in the rapture of overeating once more.
Loona walked sideways down the aisle, cramming her face full of various cookies, snack cakes, and candies. At the end of the aisle was a circular display stacked full of sandwiches. Freeing them from their plastic wrapped prisons, she made a new home for them in her belly, shoving each one whole down her gullet. Her muffled-blissful moans barely penetrated the mass of bread, meat, veggies and cheese. Clubs, tuna, chicken and pastrami, the entire display filled her stomach, swelling her along with food she ate earlier.
The aisle across from the chips consisted of different dips, jarred foods, peanuts, pretzels and other salted snacks. She opened multiple jars at a time, dumping salsa, jalapenos, cheese dip and pickle slices into her maw all at once. The odd combinations of food caused her belly to churn loudly; brine, sweets, and chili all broke down into a swampy-bubbling sludge. Its constant digestive sounds played like music to her ears, growing louder the more she ate.
Finishing the entire aisle, she worked on the next aisle over. The hellhound was such a gluttonous machine, she didn’t even discriminate with food that was unprepared. She wilfully wolfed down solid blocks of uncooked ramen, along with their seasonings, and squeezed the raw butter and kernels of popcorn bags right into her mouth. Even sunflower and pumpkins seeds complete with their shells were wholly devoured, though the excessive salt began drying her mouth. Fortunately, she stood right beside a soft drink machine.
She opened her mouth underneath the first nozzle, pushing the button and letting loose a stream of cool-refreshing soda. Taking fist sized gulps in quick succession, the spray of the nozzle filled her mouth quicker than expected. Her swollen stomach glorped as it squished against the counter, steadily flowing further past her knees. After drinking one nozzle to its last drop, she stepped over to the next, going down the row of all eight available drinks. The slushy machine suffered the same fate, all three of its flavors completely drained, leaving one swollen hellhound to groan as she arched her back.
“Uuugh, ooouurp, fuck,”Loona hefted as much of her sloshing belly as she could onto the counter, pressing it against the slushy machine. “Satan damn, bwooorp, I missed this so much.”
Loona looked on with pride at her massive jelly jar of a gut, wobbling it from her sides. The familiar feeling of its overgorged nature caused her face to flush red. “Fuck, I feel so, urp, stuffed. But I can’t stop now.”
Backing away from the counter, she bit her lip at the loud squelch her gut made when impacting her meaty thighs. Continuing to work the side of the store and the shelves behind her, Loona gobbled up numerous boxes of beef jerky before turning back to the counter. She drained the condiment station completely of its mustard, ketchup and mayo; her paw nearly cramped from all the pumping. Beside the station was a large glass case displaying all the hot foods. Dozens of sausages sat between rotating metal cylinders to warm them up, and in trays to the right, lines of cheeseburgers, chicken, pork and steak sandwiches were all wrapped in foil. The food had all turned cold, including the pizza, but it hardly mattered to Loona. It made her fatter all the same.
Draining the ice cream machine, pillaging the ice cream fridge next to it, chugging down several cases of cheap beer, and even clearing the diet display full of salads and veggie sandwiches, Loona rampaged her way throughout the store. Every aisle she passed through littered the floor with a trash heap of plastic wrappers and paper boxes crunching under her footpaws, and soon enough, her own belly. Her hips brushed against the empty shelves, shaking them as her monster of a butt jiggled. She moaned from the euphoria of it all, reliving the ecstasy she experienced at the fair.
Clearing out the deli station near the cashier, she set her sights on the row of fridges covering the two back walls of the shop. Hundreds of drinks filled the left side fridges, such as teas, sodas, coffees, juices, alcoholic beverages and energy drinks, while cheeses and lunch meats made up the stock of the back fridges. Loona chugged down multiple bottles at a time, as many as her paws could hold. Her belly spread across the floor as she bent down to reach the bottom rows. She groaned with exertion, feeling the weight of her body bare down on her overstuffed stomach.
With each fridge she cleared of drinks, Loona’s belly became as sloshy as a waterbed, bobbing her up and down whenever she laid upon it. The foods on the shelves next to her, which mostly consisted of jars of peanut butter, jelly, condiments, dressings, and various types of bread and buns, did little to change its liquid-like consistency. The mass of her gut, waistline, and hips soon occupied so much of the aisle she tipped the empty shelves over. Her fat slowly became too much for the convenience store to handle. Thankfully, her feast was nearing its end.
Loona chugged her final gallon of milk and made quick work of the foods in the back fridges. With her gorge complete, she strenuously picked up the grimoire from under a pile of chip bags, opened a portal, and glacially budged her way through. Increasing the portal’s size was difficult, due to her concentration being hindered by the sheer bliss of her added heft. Once she finally passed through, she threw the grimoire down on her reception desk, and let out a pleasant moan as she collapsed onto her stomach.
“Buuuraaap, oh…fuck, hilp, I feel…so huge. Oooh…yeah…this is, hic-hilp, amazing.”
Dumping half her belly onto her desk, she squeezed at her sloshing bulk, murmuring as her digits dug deep into her fur. Her breathing grew heavy looking over the rest of her body, watching it jiggle like she were made of pudding. Her shorts stretched to an obscene length, resembling more of a thong as it rode up her rear, showing off her globular rump. Her top now clung around her thick neck, its sleeves torn up by her voluptuous arms. Her face puffed up rounder, allowing her to caress abundant pawfuls of fat from her plump cheeks. Pulling out her phone, she took a selfie, grinning at the camera as her fatter figure took up more of the frame than before.
“Hooorp, mmff, it’s so good to be, hic-hilp, this fat again. Can’t wait to take all this lard, hic-hilp, and rub it in all their faces tomorrow.”
Heartily smacking her belly and hips, Loona huffed with flustered arousal at the feel of her luscious body. As she groped at her lovehandles and rolls, a sudden curiosity pierced through the maelstrom of dopamine that addled her mind. She noticed how she was still capable of reaching certain parts of herself, let alone still seeing past her chest. Going back to the photo gallery on her phone, she looked over her old pictures and videos of herself after the fair. Compared to those, she was still more of a blob then than she was now. The single convenience store hadn’t provided nearly enough gluttony to transform her into the titanic blob she desperately wanted to be.
“Guess we’ll just have to think bigger, hic-hilp, to get bigger.”
Her stomach burbled in agreement. With a toothy grin, she once again took the grimoire, backed away and focused on her next gluttonous destination. She tucked the book under a roll of flab above her waist before crossing the new portal. Her mouth became a fountain of drool at the cornucopia of delectable scents in the air. Deviously rubbing her paws together, she arched her back, stood on the tips of her footpaws, jutted her stomach outward and proudly wobbled it around; its sloshing echoed throughout the entire grocery store.
“Suck it Blitz, and suck it Moxxie! I’m getting fat as fuck, and not heaven or hell is gunna stop me!”
She released what armfuls of fat she managed to lift, plopping it onto the polished concrete floor. She licked the drool from her lips at the sight of the store’s bakery conveniently next to the front entrance. Opening containers of cupcakes, cookies and slices of baked bread, she poured everything into her maw, cupcake wrappers included. Like a squirrel filling its cheeks, Loona waited until her’s were so packed full of sweets she could hardly close her mouth, before finally taking one massive gulp. She winced feeling the boulder of food slither down her gullet before landing in her gut like a wrecking ball, bowling through her previous gorge. After sighing with contentment, she did the same with bundt cakes, cinnamon rolls and muffins.
Giving her gut a series of congratulatory pats after devouring all the baked bread, she now set her sights on all the cakes on display. Chocolates, vanilla, some with strawberries and fruit slices, some covered in nuts, they all looked so delectable. However, they were inconveniently accessible on the other side of the counter. The glass display itself was too tall for her to climb over, forcing her to waddle toward the register, which was the counter’s lowest point. Hauling herself onto the counter was a struggle. Her legs pressed roughly against her belly trying to climb up, and her gelatinous butt swayed her left and right, barely allowing her to get one footpaw off the floor.
“Hnnng, damn it,” Loona huffed, “Hic-hilp, this…fucking, urp, fat ass.”
With considerable effort, she managed to pull her upper body over the other side. Falling onto the floor, a landslide of her own lard cascaded on top of her, smothering the back of her head, ears, and her arms. Loona couldn’t help but blush, in love with her own avalanche of fat nearly enveloping her. Dragging herself over to the cakes, she dove into each one muzzle first, burying her face into them like a hog at a trough. Not a crumb or dab of icing remained of the eighteen cakes she ate. With the entire bakery cleared, she hauled herself back onto the grocery floor, stood herself up, and trundled over to the produce department.
Loona heartily gobbled up most of the fruits and vegetables, ignoring some of the more boring eats such as lettuce, cabbage and those used in ingredients like cilantro. She had more than her fill of apples, bananas, watermelon, and potatoes, adding more churn to her belly to counteract all the drinks she had at the convenience store. Her mighty gullet muscled through the roughness of fruits such as melons and pineapples; peeling the skins off any fruit mattered little to the digestive powers of her stomach. Gobbling up all that interested her, she ate all the items along the front of the first aisle, which consisted of items on sale, such as chips, cereals, condiments, crackers and bread.
Standing at the end of the produce section, Loona moaned with the utmost bliss. The store with its vast aisles provided a ripe avenue of gluttony. Rows upon rows stretched like a parking lot to the other side of the store. There was also the freezer section to her right, and the deli department beyond it. Her eyes pulsated with maddened glee, delving her into the dark recesses of insatiable hunger like she felt at the fair. The desire to become a mountainous blob of hellhound overwhelmed her being. And unbeknownst to her, her blue gluttony wristband pulsated with the faintest glow.
Much of the grocery store had the same items as the convenience store, but in ample abundance. From the first half of the freezer section, she chugged vast quantities of milks, heavy creamers, iced coffee and coffee creamers. In her first aisle she drank both cans and bottles of teas and sodas, including the diet drinks, which only served to increase her cravings. She passed every case of water however, as none of them would do anything to add to her fat.
In the second and third aisles, she ignored any canned foods that didn’t have a top opener. From those that she did find, she guzzled down beans, sardines, spam, canned beef, and various soups and tunas. All of the cereal aisle became a wasteland of cardboard boxes and plastic bags, doing likewise with the cookies and crackers across from them. Waddling back to the second half of the freezer section, she gobbled up all of the eggs and hundreds of cups of yogurts and puddings.
The hedonistic hellhound couldn’t have been happier lumbering through each aisle, eating all she could from the highest shelf, to huffing and puffing just to reach the lowest. Her hips and waistline tested the limits of her more stretchable clothing, along with bumping against each aisle she passed through. Her belly flowed out in front of her, rubbing along the floor and burying her footpaws. Her monstrous thighs pushed against her wall of sloshing blubber, constantly rubbing against her inner leg rolls and massaging her underbelly.
After a couple hours of gorging and lugging her behemoth of a body around half the store, she decided to take a quick break after finishing up the ice cream and frozen food aisle, planting her colossal rear down near a wall beside the edge of the deli section. The hellhound let out a long-arduous moan, grateful to finally have a moment of reprieve. She sighed with relief, resting her head back while allowing her otherworldly belly to spill out in front of her. Her legs spread themselves out, partially enveloped by her blob of a gut. Her arms rested on top of it, having finally grown too fat to reach her bulging waistline. Anyway she turned or moved a single part of her body, numerous rolls would brush and squish against one another. The sensation left her unbelievably hot and bothered, caressing what portions of her lard laden belly she could still reach.
“Oooouurrp, guh, this is the life, hilp,” Loona tilted her head downward, sloppily grinning at her gargantuan body. “So much eating, hic-hilp, and fattening. A real, bworp, gorge. Only thing missing is, hic-hilp, having this bracelet stuff me, mmff, like back at the fair.”
Loona peered down at her wristband, which was slowly being enveloped by her flabby arm. She squinted her eyes through her drunken-hazy vision, which was already hindered by the dimly lit interior of the store. In her food drunk imagination, she could have sworn that it was flickering with blue light. At a resounding glorp from her stomach, she was immediately brought back to its attention.
Lifting her arms up, she slammed them onto her gut with full force. The impact sent a wave of her sloshing fur barreling forward; the landfill of gluttony even managed to slightly pull her off the wall. When sloshing lard returned to her, it pinned her up against the wall. Soft, bubbly, and warm was her belly as it smothered against her face. Her paws pressed deeply into her bed of blubber, swallowing them up to her wrists with no sense of her belly budging. Feeling her indigested gorge brush against her cheeks and limbs from under her flesh ravaged her mind with untold satisfaction. After a brief few seconds, it rolled back in front of her, jiggling the rest of her corpulent mass like a giant mound of jello.
“Uuufff, I’m so faaaaat,” she bellowed, “probably, hic-hilp, the fattest hellhound anyone’s ever seen! This is it. This is, hmmmph, my life now. Starting today, hic-hilp, I won’t stop growing bigger. I’ll just keep overeating, ummf, wherever-whenever I can. Have to get, hic-hilp, bigger! Have to get, oooourp, fatter!”
Loona fondled and admired her blubber for a good twenty minutes, resting her strained-swollen body before standing up again. Leaning herself forward, it took great difficulty to once more press her footpaws flat against the ground, let alone push herself upright. The pressure of her hulking legs lifting her up caused her stretched pants to finally tear off; jutting out her belly and chest, her top snapped off as well, leaving a bare bodied hound. The remaining aisles of the store called out to her. Moaning at the thought of further gorging, she inched her way over, one wide step at a time.
Clearing aisles of juices, candy, chips, crackers, beer and other goodies, Loona grew beyond the second to last aisle’s capacity to hold her. From one shelf to the other, her hips and the sides of her belly stretched from one end to the other, sandwiched in place. She wriggled her way through, jiggling each of her buns from side to side till she reached the aisle’s end. The full breadth of her girth spread out like melted butter, rolls folding over each other like a multiple layers of cake. The massive white wall of her belly stretched wider than the gray portion of her back fur. The fatter it became, the more difficult it was to reach the food in front of her.
After her rampage throughout the supermarket, she finally approached her final feast, the meat section. Both aisles were far more spacious than the others, giving her lard plenty of room to freely flow. Hauling herself down to the deli counter, she reached for every cut of meat and frozen seafood, shoving them in her mouth with a single paw. It mattered little to her that it was all raw. The calories and fatty richness it all provided were all she craved.
Once all the meats at the counter were finished, she stomped over to the packaged meats in the aisle itself. Wolfing down marinated meats, various cuts of beef, chicken, pork and even goat, she moaned as each thick slab stretched her stomach well beyond its ability to hold anymore food. Swallowing became harder, and she swore she could feel her ingested gluttony riding up to her chest. She winced after each gulp, barely able to reach down and soothingly rub the side of her gut with her right paw while continuing to stuff herself with her left. With only a single aisle left, she refused to give in to the discomfort. Her need to gorge and glut proved superior to the stinging pain of fullness.
Whole cylinders of frozen patties slithered down her gullet, pressuring her stomach as if eating stacks of bricks. Hundreds of franks and hot links clogged her throat, forcing her to push them all down with her digits. Lunch meats, fish, and packages of breaded chicken and wings, all formed heaping globs that hung in her throat, nearly choking her just to swallow. Sharp dagger-like stings of pain came from her gut as she bumped into the aisles themselves. Her vision blurred as she fought to remain conscious. One wrong move of her teetering footpaws could send her falling over, passing her out from the ensuing pain. But every mouthful was worth it. In her gluttonous state of mind, she’d willfully risk blacking out in a food induced coma if it meant leaving one sausage behind.
After a long night, the blue twilight of dawn broke through the front windows of the grocery store. It took her an hour alone for Loona to shake the grimoire loose of her roll of side fat, along with reading the spell through her dazed vision, and finally, conjuring up a large enough portal for her to fit through. Passing through the portal was the hardest part however. Feeling so impossibly overgorged, the slightest shift in her position caused a storm to erupt in her belly. Each hiccup became painful, and each belch brought her little relief. She took her time passing through, letting out a cacophony of moaning.
Portal closing behind her, Loona carefully and steadily rolled herself onto her back in the center of I.M.P’s reception room. The hellhound yelped and whined with pain, feeling as if her churning gluttony would burst through her belly’s containment. Flat on her back, her wincing eyes observed her mountain of a gut looming over her, swaying from left to right sounding like an oozing pit of bubbling tar.
“Ooooh…fuck,” Loona shut her eyes, trying her best to muscle through the discomfort. “Did it hurt this much, hic-hilp, ooogh, last time? Or did I just eat, hnnnng, a whole lot more? Ooo, I feel like…I’m gunna burst.”
She spit the grimoire out of her mouth, laying it beside her head. Sprawled out, the hellhound was at the complete mercy of her own body. Helpless to stop its undulating motions, she moaned into the early morning with her arms and legs at her side. Both were significantly fluffed with fat, nearly enveloping both her paws and footpaws. The girth of her waistline and hips brushed against both the reception desk and sofa. The top of her belly was but a few feet from touching the roof, and managed to pour over her enormous thighs.
Through her pained expression, Loona was still able to put on a triumphant smile. The agony was well worth it for such vast amounts of lard. Ultimately, she had won. The night’s feast would serve as a cornerstone for future feats of gluttony. She had once again sampled untold happiness, and she refused to let it slip away ever again.
“Hic-hulp, uuugh. I’ll never, hnnng, go hungry, buuuraaap, guh, again.”
“Loona, what the fuck!”
Loona looked toward the doorway, squinting her eyes. Smirking through her plump cheeks, she was pleased to see Blitz walking over to her. “Oh, hey, ooouurrp, dick head. What do you think of this? Am I as, hic-hilp, oooh, fuck. As big as a whale yet?”
The hellhound gave herself the softest of belly pats. Blitz stood over her head, livid by her smug expression as he picked the grimoire off the floor. “Have you lost your mind? Scaring me half to death this morning when you didn’t come out of your room for breakfast, taking Stolas’ book, going to the human world, all to stuff your face again?”
“Hooouurp, yeah, that’s it. And you better get used to it, hic-hilp, oof, because this is only the beginning.”
“Oh no, no-no-no, the fuck it is. You know, Loona, when you came back from the fair, all wobbly and fat as all hell, I-really-didn’t care for it. But seeing how happy you were in some way, I don’t know, made…me happy. I was glad you had a good time, and was even willing to take you again. But now you’re sneaking out and going to the human world behind my back, because you feel you’re not eating enough? I spent half of the week’s earnings yesterday to feed you all that greasy fast food, and you still go and do some shit like this?”
“You said so yourself! This is what makes me happy, Blitz! I love being fat as fuck! I need to be, hic-hilp, fat as fuck! I’ve been waiting, mmff, to eat like this for too long. And I’m not waiting another shitty month, hic-hilp, until I get to do it again.”
“But when will it end? You’ll just keep getting fatter and demand to eat more the next time! You’ll keep eating and eating and fucking eating, because you’re too fat to realize when you’ve had enough!”
“Good!”
An awkward amount of silence passed between the two, with Loona’s burbling gut being the only ambiance in the room. Turning her head away, she crossed her large arms as best she could across her plush bosom.
“I don’t need your concern, asshole. Hic-hlp, lock up another fridge, hide the snacks, and put that fat ass Moxxie’s salad in your safe. But like it or not, I’m gunna enjoy myself, no matter how big I get.”
Blitz turned back toward the door, holding the grimoire under his arm. “Not with this you’re not.”
The melancholy in his voice caused Loona some discomfort; the slightest pang of guilt was easily mistaken for that of her stomach. As Blitz left the room and closed the door behind him, she was left to mull over what he had said. Looking to her belly, the thought of growing even fatter tantalized her to no end. Such riveting thoughts had never occurred to her prior to visiting the fair. The endless glutting and weight gain had practically been a taste of heaven. To forgo that would be forgoing the happiest she could possibly be. She was only at the start of her gluttonous journey. If any problems were to eventually arise, be it on the job or some other factor, she’d no doubt have to deal with it after growing much-much fatter. And by then, she’ll have definitely had her fun.
After much belching, Loona’s painfully tight stomach had now settled down. Such an exuberant night had taken its toll on her, making her eyes grow heavy, and her mind blank with exhaustion. She immediately fell into a deep sleep, her churning gut playing her a soothing lullaby of glorps and squelches. Her mania of hedonistic ecstasy had finally left her, like sand washed away by the ocean’s tide. The blue-flickering glow of her wristband died down, returning to its dull-pale blue state.
Comments
CollinthePoodle
(REVSION 2 UPDATE) Good lord this was an ordeal. I changed a significant amount of the story, I believe. The weight gain scene remains mostly the same, but the dialogue has vastly changed, along with Blitz's character, some early backstory on what happened since the previous chapter, and different dialogue to end the story. Thinking of altering the titles of this and the previous story before writing part 3, just so people know this is an actual series now, and not just random 1 shots one after another.
JetSeattleRaccoon
Really incredible Loona sequel. Wow! Amazing job dude!
CollinthePoodle
Another wonderful pick suggested by Egg :3. Was a pleasure writing this. Thank you everyone for your patience 💖
