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Queen Bee of Gluttony
🕑 Added 2023-07-15 19:00:01 +0000 UTCInside the Gluttony Ring, hellhounds and imps flocked to Queen Beelzebub’s abode for another wild party. Music and revelry filled the four story mansion, with guests on each floor dancing, drinking, and eating. Bee basked in the hedonistic energy that radiated all around her, soaking in the sweet atmosphere of overindulgence. Like a true hostess, she roamed each floor to fill all empty paws and claws with food or alcohol. While the gluttons ate and the drunkards passed out in their stupor, she looked on in tantalizing appreciation, waiting for her own turn to feed, like a vulture flying in circles around its languishing prey.
Another successful party came to a close, the results of which added to the golden churning honey beneath the mansion. A majority of the guests wobbled their way home, while some were completely passed out from overindulging. Bee and her hellhound mate Vortex stood at the front entrance looking over the chaos left behind. Broken vases, plant pots, shattered glass, and scraps of food littered the first floor, along with passed out demons snoozing from their intoxication.
Vortex couldn’t help but grin, holding his mate closer. “Not a bad party. Place isn't as trashed as last time.”
“That’s a surprise. We had some real wild guests today. You saw those hounds in the upstairs dining room?” The fox trembled with delight, licking her chops. “Mmm, fuck, those dogs can eat. I’ll have to get wider doors when they come back after a few more parties. Actually, I think one of them is still passed out upstairs.”
The hellhound saw the eager anticipation in her eyes. He knew better than to keep her waiting whenever she grew excited to start cleaning. “So, guess I’ll just wait for you in your room then?”
“Yeah, go ahead and get cozy, babe. I’ll try not to take too long, but this feels like it’s gunna be a very satisfying afterparty, *mmmf*.”
Giving each other a kiss, Vortex made his way up the stairs to the top floor. Bee surveyed the room, looking at the few imps and hellhounds that remained passed out on the dance floor, couches, and mini bars. Her lava lamp-like belly grumbled with anticipation, eager to start the final part of her day.
“Okay, bitch. Time for the queen of glut-ton-ny to come out and play.”
Rubbing her four arms across her thin body, she began to alter in shape and size. Her hips and thighs suddenly bulged with fat, growing vastly larger than her previously twig-like physique. Her face plumped up with orange sized cheeks and a sizable second chin. The curves of her waistline swelled with soft-gropable love handles, and her four arms grew thick like slabs of mutton, enveloping each elbow. Swelling with luscious blubber, Bee caressed her supple fat with all four of her paws, massaging and groping various portions of her belly.
“*Hnnff*, fuck! Feels good to let loose from that skinny form. Mmm, I think today’s party even added a few more inches, fuck yeah.” Squeezing her rear with her lower set of arms, and wobbling her gut with her top, Bee bit her lip, hot and bothered over her own fat. “*Huff*, okay, best not to keep Vortex or this stomach waiting. Time to clean up.”
Waving a paw around, a circle opened up in the floor, revealing the mansion’s lower honey chamber. Bee magically levitated a stream of honey, gathering up any shattered debris and food remains before making them vanish. She magically polished her floors and cleaned off any food stains or scuff marks left on the walls, leaving nothing but a sweet lingering honey scent. Approaching the dance floor, she stood over a few snoozing party guests: three imps and a chubby little hound half her size. Bee toothily grinned, levitating a blob of honey beside her.
“Aww, you precious little things,” she whispered, “don’t worry, your queen bee will take good care of you.”
Swooping the four of them up in her honey, she floated them up near her mouth. She licked her lips before opening her maw, feeling the first sleeping imp rest its head on her tongue. Mixed with the sweet honey, Bee murmured with mirth as the imp’s body filled her throat. Her stomach churned at the first raw meal she had all night; the lava lamp patterns of her belly bubbling like a brew. Clutching her gut with her lower arms, she gave its soft fat a series of loving pats once the imp entered.
“*Mmff*, so fucking tasty. *Orp*, can’t wait to taste the bigger guests upstairs.”
Her stomach blorped in agreement, knowing there were far more delectable guests in the second floor lounge and third floor dining area. She ate the remaining two imps one by one, slurping up each of their tails before smacking her lips. Hellhounds were some of her favorites to devour, larger than imps and more inclined to overindulge during a party. Compared to the three scrawny imps, the hound packed itself in her maw as if she were eating the three imps at once, forcing her jowls to stretch wider. She put a paw to her throat, feeling the large bulge creep its way down to her chest. Upon entering her stomach, her belly bounced in place at the impact, landing with a glorp and stretching it outward. Unapologetically belching, she continued cleaning the rest of the room.
The guests on the first floor were so wasted and deep in sleep, none were awakened by Bee’s incessant belching after swallowing her prey. By the mini bars around the room, she’d finish whatever leftover drinks remained before gobbling up the hound or imp that passed out drinking them. Likewise, she finished any leftover food at any of the round dining tables, along with their accompanying demon. Her belly squelched as she brushed against the numerous couches around the room, standing over her sleeping prey while licking her teeth. Her home had become a buffet of sleepy-groggy guests, all serving to help grow her luscious body.
Gulp by gulp, she squeezed at her curves, feeling them plump up with added flesh squishing through her digits. Her belly distended further outward, sagging lower to her bulging thighs. The rolls on her back squished together whenever she arched her back to swallow large prey. The honey she cradled each morsel with warmed her throat and stomach, creating a pool of liquid inside her for her prey to slosh around. A total of ten imps and ten hellhounds of varying size found their way down her gullet, slumbering cozily in her belly as they added to her growing curves and softness.
Standing at the front of the stairwell to the second floor, Bee let loose a content belch. Looking down at her body, she smiled at the results the first floor had given her. She smacked her rotund gut; its feel and jiggling nature resembled that of gelatin. Her well endowed chest and rear were soft like cotton balls, expanding beyond her small top and shorts and significantly stretching them.
“Awoo, awoo,” Bee seductively whispered, “all you honies know how to make a girl feel huge. Fuck, just a few more eats and I’m rippin’ out of these clothes.”
She gave her hips a series of light taps, enjoying how her furry flesh wobbled against her tight fitting shorts. Two of her paws gripped at the stair’s railing as she ascended. During an after party gorging, she preferred physically ascending each floor rather than effortlessly returning to her thin form and flying up. There was an odd pleasure in the labor it took to haul her body up step by step. Feeling her blubbery thighs rubbing against one another, brushing against her hanging belly, and weighing down on her tiny footpaws, displayed the type of out of shape hog she truly was. Groaning and huffing from the physical activity left her flustered from the strain, encouraging her hunger further by the time her exercise was finished.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she took her time regaining her breath. The second floor was an expansive lounge filled with couches to relax on, a few pool tables, a massive bar at the end of the room, and some adjacent bedrooms for guests who wanted a little “private time,” with each other. The hellhounds up here were more in the larger breeds, and significantly chunkier than those below. Passed out on the couches and bar stools, their girth caused Bee’s blubbery belly to grumble.
She licked her chops, taking her first steps toward those guests sleeping on the couches. Leaning over to grab her first meal, a gaseous belch crept up to her throat, letting itself loose before she could cover her mouth. The noise suddenly stirred the guests around her from their sleep. Rubbing his eyes, the wolf laying below Bee squinted, unsure of who or what the massive-gurgling yellow blur was.
“Uh, Queen Bee,” said the hound, “is that you?”
Bee wryly smiled as the others around the room stared at her, shocked by her massive increase in weight. “Heh, yeah, it’s me. You enjoy your little nap, sweetie?”
The wolf’s eyes grew wide with shock as the blurriness dissipated, revealing her enlarged gut pouring onto the couch, her lush chest, and fat face nestled atop of a thick roll of neck fat. “My Dog, how’d you get so…fat?”
“I’m not the queen of gluttony for no reason, honey.” Bee helped to sit him upright along with another hound on the couch beside her. She stroked at their headfur; her belly awkwardly squishing against both their faces. “Personally, I much prefer this form. It feels sexier, and there’s so much more for me to love. But being a skinny bitch during parties makes it easier to be a good host for everyone. But hey, here we are at the after party, and I can be as fat as fuck as I like.”
She hugged the two hounds closer, squishing half of their faces into her soft-bubbling gut. Hearing it loudly grumble, Bee released them from her hold, placing both sets of her arms along their backs and the scruff of their necks. “Anyways, I hope you all had a good time earlier, but now it’s my turn to enjoy myself. So how about we get started?”
Grabbing onto the two hounds, Bee picked them off the couch and shoved them straight into her maw at the same time. The other guests were now fully awake, watching in horror as the chunky wolf and greyhound flailed around, hanging half outside her mouth. Each of her four arms helped shove them deeper down her gullet until they were swallowed waist deep. With her lower arms, she rubbed at her growing gut, pushing the hounds the rest of the way with her top arms before taking a final hefty gulp. She grunted as her belly expanded another several inches, stretching her waistline wider and causing her shorts to slightly rip.
As she belched and admired her filled gut, the other guests tried making a mad dash to the stairs behind her. Waving her paw, Bee conjured a wall of turbulent honey to block their path, knocking over a few who couldn’t stop in time. With the stairs and surrounding ring blocked off, they scattered around the room for places to hide. Bee giggled in amusement, watching them run into the adjacent bedrooms or hide behind couches and the bar counter. Though it might have been easier to sweep them up with her honey and gobble them up, the thrill of the hunt added a degree of fun to the feast.
She waddled over to one of the rooms on her left first, giving those she saw hiding in the lounge a chance to pick different spots. Opening the door, she stepped through with one haughty leg first, being forced to enter sideways after growing too wide. She bit down on her lips, giggling at the struggle just to squeeze her butt and belly through the door frame. Her bosom brushed up to her face, while two of her arms tried pushing her belly; the other two pulled against the frame. Entering the room with a loud glorp, she heaved a sigh of relief, proudly patting her corpulent gut with all four of her paws.
“Fuck, I’m one fat bitch,” Bee sighed with contentment. “I’ll definitely need to make these rooms bigger.”
Stomping her footpaws onto the soft carpet, she searched the room for her hidden meals. She grunted as she bent down, looking under the bed and mattress but finding no one. The wardrobe was also empty, along with the walk in closet. Squeezing into the bathroom, she grinned-approaching the shower and pulling back the curtain to find two chubby hounds huddled together. Filling the shower with her own belly, she reached in and gobbled them up, filling out the space where they previously stood.
In the next room, she found a few imps hiding in cupboards, drawers, and even pillow cases; their small sizes made them delectable bite sized snacks, adding to her gut’s churning prey. In the lounge, Bee helped herself to a few leftover drinks, using her magic to double their size. Finding a doberman hiding inside one of the pool tables, she opted to devour his legs first, crookedly smiling as he pleaded with her. She swallowed him slowly, savoring the sensation of his rotund gut pushing against the roof of her mouth. Her top arms swatted his away in his attempt to fight back, while her bottom arms caressed her bulging throat and massaged her gut. As her muzzle covered his, he gave one final cry for help before her tongue pushed him the rest of the way down her gullet. Be licked her lips, savoring the unique flavor secreted by the other frightened guests. Joy and revelry was the sweet nectar she indulged in during her parties, but when the crowds are gone, the stragglers remain, and the after party begins, the citrusy-lip smacking tang of fear made her quiver with glee.
Hearing the panicked yells of the doberman, the tasty fear of the other guests made them easier to find. Hiding inside couches, in the bar cabinets, and inside potted plants, Bee happily stuffed her face on her plump prey. As her figure fattened, she was forced to take wider strides just to place one footpaw forward. She sloppily grinned at how the impact jiggled her whole body, blissfully moaning as her prey tossed and turned within her belly; their constant struggling jostled it around, dangerously leaning her in different directions. With all four of her chunky arms outspread for balance, she trundled her way to the next set of rooms.
Following the trail of fear, she was drawn to the last room on the right like a fly to meat. A large concentration of fearful energy seeped its way under the closed door, perfuming Bee’s muzzle so much she fluttered her eyes. Squeezing through the door, she stomped her way around the bed, bumping her hips into the surrounding furniture. As she opened the closet, her lips dripped with a fountain of drool. Her beady eyes bulged wide with gluttonous glee at the collection of ten chunky hounds and imps all huddled together at the very back. Bee licked her chops, clutching at the closet door frame as she tried pulling herself through.
“*Mmmff*, come to, *huff*, momma!”
Grunting with exertion, Bee’s sloshing belly struggled to squeeze inside. The wooden frame cracked before ripping off the doorway completely, surging her gut forward. The glowing lova lamp mound of blubber illuminated the dark interior; all light from the room behind her became blocked off by her towering figure. Wincing at the strain it took just to wiggle her waist and hips through, Bee smiled with guilty satisfaction at how massive she had become.
Letting out a labored moan, she managed to pull herself in the closet, tearing off chunks of wall with her hips. The interior of the closet was roomy enough for normal demons, but for Bee, it was still a cramped box. She pulled herself along the walls just to walk toward her prey, sandwiched by the enclosed space. Her hips, waist, and sides of her belly dragged along, while her four arms bent inward, squishing her plump cheeks together. Still, as cramped as she felt, she had more than enough space to glut this last collection of prey.
Bee’s belly stopped short of the imps in front of the group, who attempted to push their way toward the back. Leaning forward, she grabbed four of her prey in each paw. Her maw opened wide, tongue slinking out of her mouth as she forcibly pushed the two imps and two hellhounds inside. The remaining prey attempted to climb over her while she ate, digging their claws into her blubbery body. But the queen of gluttony held them back, hugging them tightly with two of her free arms and pinning the others to the back wall by jutting out her gut.
With her two top arms, she guided all four of her struggling prey down her gullet. The bulge they created in her throat wriggled as they kicked and pushed to fight their way out. She patted it with a paw, enamored by their movements practically massaging her gullet with each inch they slithered downward. Finally able to close her mouth, she pushed down on the bulge with both paws, moaning in contentment once all four shot into her belly.
Her gut’s sudden growth smothered the four others she had pinned to the wall up to their faces; the hounds in her arms sank deeper into her flesh. The walls grew tighter, and her chunky arms had less space to move around. Choosing to finish her feast with one final mouthful, she piled all six of her prey onto her gut, opting to eat all six of them at once. Twelve paws pushed and resisted against her, but with effort, she managed to fit them all in her mouth up to their shoulders. She tilted her head upwards, allowing their weight to help them go down easier. Upon swallowing them, her corpulence violently surged to great discomfort. Feeling as if she were being crushed by all sides of the closet, she frantically returned to her thin form, letting loose a hefty belch.
“Oww, *hic*, that was way too tight. Definitely need to invest in some bigger closets.”
Walking out of the closet with ease, she stopped in front of the bed, judging the amount of space she had to transform back. Believing she had enough, she waved her paws, moaning as her true weight and struggling prey returned to her body. Suddenly, the explosive growth of her belly teetered her tiny footpaws off balance. Unable to stop, she collapsed forward onto the bed. A thunderous squelch accompanied by snapping wood filled the room. Bee’s hulking visage covered most of the bed, forming a large crater in the center as her weight demolished the bed frame. Woozily groaning, her paws rubbed at the sides of her immense gut, groping its soft flesh.
“*Ooogh*, so, *hic*, fat,” Bee cooed, “*hmmf*, so much, *hilp*, belly, *unf*, fuck. Gorging on all you lovelies tastes so much, *hic*, better than honey. *Mmm*, yall know how to make a queen, *bwoooorp*, feel huge, *hnf*.”
Snapping a few more planks of bed framing, she rolled onto her side, getting a better view of her enormous gut. Both of her right arms smacked and jiggled its malleable surface. Its bubbling lava lamp patterns danced to the swaying of her lard. Beneath its densely fat coated surface, her numerous prey could still be heard muffling amid its bubbling and sloshing. Their paws and muzzles pressed against her flesh, forming indents that could be seen from the outside. Heavily smacking her gut with both paws, she huffed at the sensation of her gorge roiling throughout her cavernous stomach.
“*Hilp*, *mmff*, this belly’s almost the size of this bed. Guess that’s another thing, *hic*, to add to my list along with bigger closets and doorways. This blubber isn’t going anywhere, *orp*, anytime soon.”
Her stomach bubbled, churning as she struggled to get off the sunken bed and stand back up. Walking over the bed and to the doorway, she left a sizable hole in her wake after forcing herself through. Bee huffed with each heavy step, arching her back just to keep her enormous belly an inch off the floor. Her top and shorts have long since ripped apart from her body, revealing her prodigious rear and ample bare chest. Her belly dragged along the stairs leading up to the third floor, having her hoist as much of her lard as she could carry in her paws. Her dainty footpaws valiantly carried her monolithic frame each step, despite her thighs rolls squishing together, or her hips swaying her from side to side.
At the top of the steps, Bee beheld what remained of the dinning area after her party. The buffet line extended the entire ring, with numerous tables lined up across from her, and some cushioned areas for her guests to sleep after a huge meal. One such area had two fat hellhounds sleeping beside each other, while a third hound, one of the fattest she’d seen among a group earlier, laid past out atop of a table, surrounded by plates and cardboard trays of leftover food.
Drool cascaded down to the floor as she looked on at the huge hound, mouth agape and tongue hanging out the front. Her claws clutched at her own corpulent gut, greedily wishing to feel at his doughy heft. Burbling from her gut echoed throughout the room; the thought of how much of a blob she’d become after devouring him caused her to moan with ecstasy. With her belly only an inch off the floor, she couldn’t wait to feel it plopping right down in front of her several feet.
First, she would need to take care of the two sleeping hellhounds; their weight alone would be enough to finally have her belly touch the ground. Taking wide strides just to waddle over, Bee’s huffing and sloshing stirred them both awake. Both female hounds looked up from their cuddling position on the cushions, staring wide eyed at the monolithic belly parked before them. Grunting just to stand up, they barely recognized Bee’s facial features past her chest, neck rolls, and swollen face. One of the hounds blushed at the sight of all her glorping blubber, while the other gave a flirtatious smile, pleasantly murmuring.
“*Mmm*, your highness, you’re looking absolutely stunning. All that curvage and heft…you put the gorge in gorgeous.”
“Aww, thanks, honey,” Bee gave her belly a wobble, “and I got all you wonderful pups, *hic*, to thank for it. You know, you both look awfully delicious yourselves.” She leaned down, reaching head height with them. “How’s about both of you sweet things give your queen bee a little sugar?”
“Y-you mean, r-right now? W-we just w-woke up.” The bashful hounds cheeks blushed a brighter red.
“No time like the present, sweetie. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
Bee leaned in closer, wrapping her plump arms around the two hounds. A soft squelch played as both their swollen bellies squished together before pressing against Bee’s. Their muzzles leaned forward for a kiss, with all their whisker’s soon making contact. The hounds closed their eyes, saliva pooling around their tongues. Expecting to make sensual contact with Bee’s mouth at any moment, they were instead met with warm-humid breath, and their muffled shrieks echoing down a dark pit, growing tighter, and wetter.
In only a few gulps, Bee swallowed their heads down her gullet. Their combined weight made it difficult to pick them up, making eating them a slower process. Her claws gripped at their clothing, pulling them onto her stomach just to guide them in. Her footpaws took a wide stance, firmly planting themselves to the ground so as not to tip backward. Both of their swollen stomachs filled her gullet more than anything else that night. Patting it down with all four paws, she moaned at the sudden surge of her belly onto the floor, spilling outward like melted butter and undulating like a sea of pudding.
“*Buuuraaaap*, *oogh*! Two down, *hic-hilp*, one…to go, *uuuf*, *hoourp*.”
Bee sloppily grinned on her way to her final meal, drool dripping down her cheeks and onto her multiple neck rolls. Pleasurable groans escaped her, feeling her prey churn within her stomach with each step she pushed against it. With two arms, she helped to push her belly along; while the other two passionately admired how rich with blubber the night’s eating had made her. Her rear particularly excited her; so supple to the touch that her own paws sunk wrist deep into its furry flesh.
“*Mmff*, fuck! Vortex is gunna love, *hic-hilp*, all of this.”
The final hound, a husky, stirred from his slumber upon hearing Bee’s labored approach. Food sloshed within his stomach as he attempted to sit upright before pausing at the sight of Bee. Like all the rest, he was in awe of her enormity, grimacing at the approach of her glorping gut engulfing the table’s seat and flowing onto the table top, spilling close to his face. He grunted as Bee laid her head and heavy left arms atop of his massive gut, nuzzling herself into its white fur like it were a comfy pillow.
“Y-your high-*hic-hilp*-ness?”
Bee put a digit to the canine’s mouth, rubbing her paws across his gut in circular motions. “Just relax, honey. I know, *hic-hilp*, what you want. You know, you’re my favorite type of hound to come to my parties? *Hic-hilp*, the type who doesn’t give a fuck over how fat he gets. You live for the feast, *hic-hilp*, gorging and glutting yourself until your stomach can’t hold one more bite. But then, you keep eating anyway. Because no matter how stuffed you feel, *hic-hilp*, or how fat you get, you know you could always grow even fatter. And I feel the same way.”
A crooked smile creased on her face hearing the husky pleasurably whine; the indigested gorge of his sloshing stomach gently shifted due to her rubbing paws. “I know if given enough time, *hic-hilp*, you’d grow into one massive blob of a pooch, wouldn’t you? Well good news, pup. Your queen bee is gunna help you get there.”
Snapping her digits, slices of cake and pie the size of her head materialized above the husky’s mouth. Without warning, she pushed the first slice into his maw till her digits were past his teeth. He muffled at first, taken aback by this sudden feeding session; then the mesmerizing effects of her food washed over his taste buds, hooking him immediately. He relaxed himself back onto the table, legs and arms outspread, and willingly surrendering to Bee’s treatment.
As he became further enamored with gluttony, the husky ate each cake and pie much faster. A parade of hefty sweets funneled into his maw, followed by other foods such as hot dogs and pizza. Bee grinned with delight, putting all her affection onto his corpulent burbling gut. Hearing his muffled moans, coupled with his stomach’s incessant blorping as it filled with further gluttony, made her hot and bothered, huffing with steamy breath while she groped and hugged his fat. Her plump face bobbed up and down on his mass of lard; it’s glorping like music to her ears.
“*Hic-hilp*, fuck yeah, keep eating, baby,” Bee sighed, patting the husky’s gut with all four of her paws. “Let me see how fat, *hic-hilp*, this beautiful belly can get.”
The husky let out a muffled moan, greedily gulping down the large globs of food that filled his cheeks. He rested his paws on top of his gut, feeling it expand wider and hang over the table’s edges. His chest puffed up, and his neck rolls began smothering his cheeks. Ominous groaning came from the table as the metal rods that held it together began to bend. The table slowly bent inward due to his increased weight, forming into a sort of hammock for the husky with his spindly footpaws dangling over the sides.
Sensing he was on the brink of passing out, Bee finished her feeding, uncontrollably drooling at her handiwork. The husky had successfully fattened up as large as herself, pinned under the weight of his enormous sloshing gut. He moaned as she placed her ear to his belly, hearing the landfill of gluttony within glorp to the touch of her four paws. Hiccups, belches, and decadent moans were traded between the two while Bee fondled her blubbery work of art.
“Oh, baby, *hic-hilp*, you’re such a wonderful fatass. You’re by far, the best furry ball of lard I’ve ever served. *Oooh*, would you just look, *hic-hilp*, at all this belly? *Hmmf*, you’re such a good boy.”
“Thanks, *buuurraaap*, your highness, *guh*.”
“No-no-no, thank you honey. Cuz after I gobble you up, *hic-hilp*, I’ll be the blobbiest I’ve ever been. Fuck, you’re gunna make me, *hic-hilp*, so huge! Awoo awoo!”
As Bee stood over his head, the husky both yelped and belched watching her gaping maw close in. Lethargic over his gorge, he put up little struggle, allowing Bee to easily swallow him up to his shoulders. Swallowing the husky’s robust chest proved a challenge, using all four of her arms to pull at his ample blubber. Both prominent orbs occupied her throat the same as the two fat hounds she ate moments ago, stretching her gullet to an obscene capacity.
Gulping down to his belly, Bee winced as her jaws expanded. His lard laden corpulence was so soft it felt like biting into a giant pancake. Inch by inch she slowly ate, feeling his indigested gorge slosh within her gullet, until finally, she felt her stomach filling at an alarming rate. The sheer weight of her meal pushed all the others aside within her stomach; the table currently serving as his bed gradually became enveloped by her own belly, filling out the gaps underneath and even pushing the table aside. The wide hound was so vast, Bee’s paws had a hard time finding a good place to grab, relying solely on her throat muscles to wolf him down.
Paws placed on her belly, she let out a muffled moan with every added inch it grew. Each gulp served to widen her waist, bloat her arms, and squish her flabby cheeks further against her thick neck fat. Leaning forward just to devour her prey, her blob of a belly squished against her legs to the point they started lifting off the ground; her footpaws helplessly dug into the underside of her gut, while her enormous rear rested comfortably atop her bulging thighs. All four of her arms laid outstretched across her gut, squeezing at her growing bulk as it spread in multiple directions.
After many labored gulps, Bee managed to swallow the remainder of the husky’s footpaws before closing her mouth and swallowing him completely. Her pleasurable moans filled her home, along with the thunderous squelch of her blob-like visage swelling one final time. The tables surrounding her were pushed aside by her bed of blubber. Numerous rolls on her back brushed against one another in undulating waves. Her arms languidly rubbed up and down her body, becoming so meaty she could hardly lift them. Sloppily grinning, she basked in her sloshy-lard filled glory.
“*Oooof*, what a night, *hic-hilp*!” Bee huskily sighed, her face cradled in her neck rolls constantly brushing against her cheeks from her body’s undulating motions. “I’m such, *oooouuurp*, a blobby bitch. *Hnng*, so much, *hic-hilp*, amazing lard, *hmmf*. Satan damn, I love, *hoourrp*, being big.”
“I can see that.”
Squinting her dazed eyes, Bee smiled at the blurry image of Vortex standing beside the cushion area where she ate the two hounds.
“Oh, *hic-hilp*, hey babe.” Bee pulled herself along her belly, touching her top arms to the floor. “Did I keep you, *borp*, waiting long?”
The hellhound looked equally shocked and in awe of his girlfriend’s size, nervously scratching the back of his head as she dragged herself towards him. “I just-thought I heard you yelling, so I came down here to check on you. Heh, looks to me like you…had a good time.”
“*Ooogh*, the best time! There were so many, *huff*, guests to eat. And this last one, *hic-hilp*, was so fat, *oof*, my stomach now feels like, *bwoorp*, a mountain of lard. *Huuff*, everything…from my ass, *hic-hilp*, to my arms, *hnng*, won’t stop…jiggling. Oh, it was rich, babe, *hic-hilp*, rich!”
Covering the entire bed of cushions, Bee rolled onto her side, relaxing her head onto her swollen arm while using the others to jiggle her lard. Her cheeks flushed a bright crimson, overwhelmed by the pleasure of her sloshing prey growing her into a beached whale. “*Mmm*, oh yeah, *hic-hilp*. It feels so good…being the queen, *unf*, of gluttony.”
Vortex placed a paw on her towering gut, gently pushing against it, causing wave-like motions. “Damn, Bee. This is definitely the biggest you’ve gotten yet. Any plans for the next party?”
“Hmmm, *hic*. Definitely get Belphegor to give me her, *huff*, fucking party drugs; that will definitely…fuck more guests up. And those hounds, *hic-hilp*, the ones that came here earlier and were fat as fuck, *hic-hilp*, I need more guests like them. You know? Fuck it, I need everyone to just glut their asses off. I want to get fat as hell, *hic-hilp*, and really live up to my title.”
Bee licked her chubby cheeks and gave her gut a series of hearty smacks. Her rippling blubber shook across every inch of her body. After much wobbling and admiring herself, she rolled onto her back, yawning to the sound of her rhythmic sloshing. Vortex climbed his way to the top of her gut, relaxing just in view of her plump smiling face. Rocking her immense belly like a cradle, she succumbed to its pleasant glorping melody. She shut her eyelids, dreaming of bigger parties and even fatter party guests; all of them helping to add to her lardaceous curves until her weight brings down the Gluttony Ring itself.
Comments
Kaden Silvercloud
Wow, you really did an amazing job on this one. Really great job. So big and fat. This is just really dang good.
