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She had been climbing the stairs for what felt like an eternity, and still there was no end in sight. She straightened her gaze and soldiered on. In the end this would all be worth it. \n\nAs it turns out, where she had stopped, was actually quite close to the top of the staircase. The magic in the tower, and design of the stairs, obscured any sense of time or space. Landing on the top step, Octavia was greeted with a set of grand purple doors. They arched upward and at the top and ended in a sharp point, the wood had occult symbols sprawled across it. Octavia reached a hand forward and muttered to herself an ancient incantation. \n\nThe doors glowed with a brilliant yellow light and swung open at her command. Inside was a small room with smoothed curved walls, giving it an egg shape, and in the middle of the egg, a green and sparkly vortex swirled menacingly around a floating book. Octavia approached the vortex and a warm wind rushed past her, slamming the doors shut. \n\nShouting to be heard over the roar of the windstorm which was picking up, “I Octavia of the Royal Family of Ars Goetia, beseech thee oh ethereal magic book!”, she said. \n\n“What brings you here, daughter of Stolas, great Owl of hell”, replied a voice. The voice had no location and instead seemed to emanate from the walls around her. \n\n“I seek revenge”, Octavia shouted, “My family has been wronged, torn apart from the inside by stupid, idiotic, dumb, Imps” \n\n“Imps? How embarrassing”, the voice chortled, “What do you wish from me?” \n\n“I want to return to my rightful place at the top of the food chain”, Octavia shouted, “Give me powers so I may entice, fatten, and devour my enemies” \n\n“Ahhh, I see”, the voice rattled, “Your wish is my command” \n\nWith that the wind swept around Octavia and she was lifted off her feet. The fog around her grew thicker, and soon her vision was totally obscured by an opaque green mist. When the fog cleared, she was standing in a limitless white room. Looking out, the room seemed to stretch on for infinity in all directions. \n\n“I bring you teachers”, the voice said right into her ear. \n\nA caveman looking thing appeared before her. He was hairy, unkempt, and totally naked. \n\n“Eww!”, Octavia squealed, shielding her eyes from the mans unwashed junk. \n\n“Sorry about that”, the voice said. \n\nWhen Octavia looked again, he was clothed in a ragged loin \ncloth. \n\n“Better than nothing I guess”, she said, still disgusted. A fire popped up next to the caveman. \n“This is Ooug-Balloo”, the voice explained, “The first chef.” \n\nOoug-Balloo hopped up and down while scratching his armpits and grunting. He pulled a dripping, bloody, raw, leg from seemingly nowhere and held it over the fire. \n\n“OOOOOOGGGGG BALOOOOOOO,” he chanted as the leg began to char. \n\n“That’s cool and all,” Octavia said snobbishly, “But Ooug-Balloo isn’t going to teach me to cook anything anyone with taste buds would actually want to eat” \n\n“Well, I apologize Miss. Micheline star”, the voice sneered, “How about this one?” \n\nOoug-Balloo and his roasted leg disappeared in a puff of pale green smoke, and a plump woman with short curly hair and strong girthy fingers appeared. \n\n“Well, helloooo darlings”, she trilled. \n\n“This is popular French chef, Julia Child. She is credited with bringing traditional French cooking to an American audience. A whole generation of wives gave their husbands heart attacks with her recipes” \n\n“Go on”, Octavia said, clearly more interested in this one. \n\n“Today were going to be learning the classical napoleon dish of WEE-WEE-BAGUET”, Julia started. \n\n“That doesn’t sound like a French dish”, Octavia pointed out, “Oui isn’t even spelled correctly” \n\n“The author was probably too lazy to look up an actual French recipe”, the voice explained. \n\nDespite the lack of research on the part of the author, Octavia spent days learning all she could from Julia Child, including the many uses of butter. \n\n“That was informative, but I need to know more”, Octavia pressed. \n\n“Of course,”, the voice responded. \n\nJulia vanished and, in her place, stood a pale man with a clean-cut mop of dirty blond hair, he was no stunner, but not unattractive by any means. \n\n“What a bunch of bloody idiots”, the man spat crossing his arms. \n\n“I’m sure your familiar with Chef Gordon Ramsey”, said the voice. \n\n“Oh yes”, Octavia said swooning. \n\nChef Ramsey proceeded to nit-pic, berate, and belittle Octavia and her cooking. But at the end of his tutelage, she was definitively the best cook in hell. \n\n“This is great, but it’s not enough”, she said as Gordon too vanished into a wisp of smoke, “My food needs to be so good no one can stop themselves from gorging on it, to the point of death” \n\n“Hmmm”, said the voice. Despite his lack of corporeal form Octavia could’ve sworn she heard him stroking his chin, “I think I know what you need” \n\nThere was a whoosh and an uptight man in a business suit appeared. He was in the middle of a phone call and seemed unbothered that he had been transported to a magic void. \n\n“Yeah, Yeah, alright. Sell them all”, he snapped, “And after this put me through to the YouTube execs. Our ads with Snoop Dogg, double g, are not playing to the 0–4-year-old demographic we were promised” \n\n“This”, the voice said proudly, “is Mark Schneider, the current CEO for McDonalds, Burger King, Pepsi Cola, Tyson Food Inc., Nestle, Kraft, Mars, General Mills, and Monsanto” \n\nOctavia’s face spread with a devilish grin. \n\n“This man is single handedly responsible for the worlds 40% \nobesity rate” \n\n“Teach me your ways”, Octavia whispered. \n\n---\n\n“YOU NO GOOD CHEATING MAN-WHORE”, Stella screamed as she chucked another microwave at Stolas’ head. \n\nHe was just able to avoid it when she threw another which hit him squarely in the forehead. \n\n“I wouldn’t need to cheat if your pussy hadn’t dried up ten years ago”, he retorted angrily. \n\n“Garr”, Stella growled. She was just about to throw another kitchen appliance at him when Octavia entered the room. \n\n“What’s up sweetie pie?” she asked, hurriedly tucking the blender behind her back. \n\n“Actually, I wanted to talk with dad about something”, she \nreplied. \n\n“Of course, my little Owlet. Perhaps your crazy bitch of a mother,” Stolas turned pointedly to Stella, “should give us some space” \n\n“nogoodlyingskank”, Stella muttered to herself as she left the room. \n\n“Dad, I want to start a career in cooking”, Octavia said. \n\n“Cooking? Why would you want to do that? That’s a poor person job, we have people that cook for us”, he said disdainfully. \n\n“Dad”, Octavia protested, “Do you want to ruin my dreams like you ruined your marriage?” \n\n“No, of course not”, Stolas shot up, “I want my darling little baby to be happy above all else” \n\n“Good. Now get me a job cooking for the I.M.P”, she commanded. \n\n“The I.M.P? Why-”, but she cut him off. \n\n“Daaaad, what did I just say about supporting my dreams?”, she whined. \n\n“No, no, your right sweetie. Daddies sorry. Look, I’ll call Blitzo right now”, he proceeded to pull the phone from the wall and ring up his usual booty call. \n\n“Oh no”, Blitzo groaned. \n\n“You’re going to have to pick it up”, Loona told him. \n\n“I know”, Blitzo said, bracing himself as he pressed the answer button, “Hello Stolas” \n\n“Blitzo”, Stolas cooed, “my handsome little imp. How’s that bulging red cock of yours?” \n\n“DAD” \n\n“Sorry, sorry. I’m actually calling to ask a favor of you Blitzo” \n\n“Oh no, not again” \n\n“And you can’t say no. I gave you my grimoire, remember” “What do you want Stolas”, Blitzo sighed. \n\n“I want you to give my daughter a job” \n\n“A job?” \n\n“She wants to be your company chef” \n\n“I don’t know…”, Blitzo started. \n\n“Tell them they don’t have to pay me”, Octavia whispered. \n\n“She says she’ll work for free” \n\n“She’s hired!”, Blitzo shouted as soon as he heard the word ‘free’, “She starts tomorrow” and he hung up the phone. \n\nAnd so, Octavia became the official I.M.P. company chef, and her plan for revenge was put into motion. The I.M.P. crew was suspicious at first. \n\n“What are your qualifications?”, asked Moxxie her first day on the job, “Do you have your safe food handling license?” \n\n“How’s this for qualifications”, Octavia responded as she placed a steaming plate of roast pork and mashed potatoes in front of him. The savory aroma of the food rose to his nostrils and instantly Moxxie’s mouth began to salivate. \n\n“Wow that smells good”, chimed Millie. \n\n“Don’t worry, I made more than enough for everyone”, Octavia proclaimed joyously. \n\nFrom that moment on, no one working at I.M.P. ever went hungry again, in fact they gorged themselves at every meal. Octavia’s time learning from the greats had not only given her the ability to cook mouth-watering meals, but it had also taught her how to make them as calorie dense as possible. Everything she made had copious amounts of fat, salt, and sugar; and before they knew it, Blitzo, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona, were all addicted to Octavia’s cooking. \n\nShe made them pies, cakes, stews, braises, skewers, and roasts. Every meal she continued to steadily increase the portion size until each employee was eating enough for a dozen people, and still they always asked for seconds (and sometimes thirds, and even fifths). Octavia would pile their plates with food until it reached the ceiling and watch gleefully as they devoured every morsel. \n\n“Now remember to chew”, she remined playfully as she set Moxxie’s towering plate of dinner in front of him. \n\n“Yeah, yeah, uh-hu, uh-hu, chew. Got it”, Moxxie said rabidly, drool already hanging down his chin in anticipation of the meal. As soon as the plate touched the table, he began shoveling the contents sloppily into his mouth. \n\nThe Moxxie sitting at the table was nothing like the Moxxie he had been only three months before. This plump imp had more than doubled in weight, and his entire body jiggled with fat each time he took a step. None of his old clothes could fit him, so he wore baggy sweatpants and a white tank-top which stretched thin over his fleshy body. His once nimble hands now resembled sausages, and attached to droopy, thick, tube arms. His belly was so large he had to push it down and squish it under the table in order to eat. His ass had also grown considerably, and Blitzo had had to order special chairs to accommodate the crews’ growing rears. \n\nHe snorted and grunted as he swallowed the food, barely bothering to chew. Finishing the last bites on the plate, he let out a sizable belch, before presenting it to Octavia for more. To his surprise, the ever-dutiful chef was nowhere to be seen. \n\nAs he was pigging out the owl had stealthily moved behind him. Giggling as she looked down upon the fat little imp, Octavia stretched her beak as wide as it could go. \n“Wah!”, Moxxie yelped in confusion as his vision went black. \n\nOctavia had taken her wide-open beak and wrapped it around Moxxie’s head. Clamping down hard, she lifted the pudgy imp into the air above her head. Same as how owls on earth do, she choked her prey down until it was firmly in her gullet. Moxxie’s soft malleable body pressed against her throat as she worked him towards her stomach. Finally, as the stumpy legs disappeared into her beak, she constricted her muscles and in one gulp sent the unsuspecting imp careening into her belly. \n\nHer stomach bulged as Moxxie was pushed inside, and it wobbled violently before settling. Octavia dabbed a napkin to her lips and let out a petite little urp. \n\nOne down, and many more to go. \n\nMoxxie had suffocated shortly after reaching Octavia’s stomach, but he took longer to digest than she had expected. Immediately after eating the imp Octavia had retired to her bed for a well-deserved digestion nap. But when she awoke, she was dismayed to find him still stewing in her gut, mostly solid. She had tried smacking the bulge several times, and while the fatty mass inside had quaked uncontrollably, the most this was able to do was produce a string of belches and burps to come from her beak. \n\nIt was slow going, but she was able to break him down with time. She found that indulging in her own cooking helped stimulate her gut to do its thing. Octavia had worried, when the bump of Moxxie was still clearly visible at work the next day, the crew would become privy to her plan. However, the remaining I.M.P employees were so busy eating the food she had made, they didn’t even notice her dramatically changed figure. \n\nIn fact, Millie, so distraught by the disappearance of her husband, had begun to eat even more. Instead of looking for clients, or going on missions, she spent her days crying and pigging out in the I.M.P. office. Blitzo and Loona had tried talking to her, but they only got sobs and spittle in response as Millie continued to shove food into her face. \n\nAs Moxxie began to make his way through Octavia’s digestive track, she too began to grow fat. It started with not being able to button her pants, and by the end she had developed her own jutting gut and chunk spread throughout her body. Despite Moxxie’s size when she had eaten him, Octavia was still relatively normal looking, as the Owl demon was considerably taller than the imps. She reveled in her new physique, and even went on a shopping spree to purchase clothes that showed off her new assets. \n\nTits and ass nearly exploding from her top and pants, Octavia approached the distraught, food covered, Millie. Her belly swinging as she walked. \n\n“Hey Mills, how are you feeling,” she asked. \n\n“Bad”, Millie responded between bites of cake. \n\n“Is the cake good?”, Octavia whistled. \n\nMillie gave a small nod as she swallowed. \n\n“I’m glad. Say, how long has it been since Moxxie went \nmissing?” \n\n“One month today!”, Millie answered, beginning a new round of violent sobs. In that time, she had not moved once from the table, and with the constant eating and zero exercise, Millie’s form had changed drastically. The special-order chairs were not enough to contain her, and her flabby rear-end spilled off the sides and onto the floor in all directions. Millie’s torso had grown so large it was difficult to tell where it ended, and her arms began. Her clothes had long ago been torn to shreds, exploded, by Millie’s expanding body, and she sat as a naked pile of jiggling fat at the table. Her stomach protruded well past her thick stumpy legs and sagged pitifully over her knees. \n\nStraining to reach past her balloon shaped breasts Millie grabbed a piece of fried chicken. She shoved it into the hole above her flabby chin, and pieces went flying out of her mouth as she chewed. \n\n“I’m glad you enjoy my cooking”, Octavia started, “My plan is working better than I ever could have imagined” \n\n“Plan?”, Millie whimpered between bites of chicken. \n\n“I’m fattening up the Immediate Murder Professionals so I can have a nice filling meal”, she explained, “You guys ruined my life, so now I’m going to end yours” \n\nMillie’s eyes grew wide with realization. \n\n“If you’re looking for your dear husband, he’s right here”, Octavia said slapping her fat gut. \n\nMillie’s eyes narrowed with anger. \n\n“You bitch!”, she screamed, “I’ll kill you” \n\nMillie lunged for Octavia, but her body had changed drastically, and her muscles were not strong enough to move the mountain of fat. She struggled to lift herself from the chair, and once she did her legs wobbled and caved under her weight before she could even take a step. \n\nOctavia threw her head back and roared with laughter. \n\n“I’ll get you”, Millie growled as she attempted to claw her way to Octavia. \n\n“Aww, this is almost cute”, Octavia sneered. \n\nMillie was powerless as Octavia circled around her, taunting her by squeezing and shaking her fattened body. \n\n“Don’t fret, you’ll be joining him soon”, Octavia said menacingly, as she finally descended on the blob of fat on the floor. \n\nOctavia snapped her beak on Millie’s flabby and protruding ass. Waves rippled through her fat as Octavia tried to snap her jaws further over Millie. Her plan had worked a little too well, and she was having trouble fitting the copious mound of flesh in her mouth. \n\n“I hope you choke, you fat bitch,” Millie yelled as Octavia struggled to fit her into her beak. \n\nGrabbing with all her strength, Octavia used her beak to fling Millie into the air. She soared straight up, and the fat rippled around her as she fell, ass first, into Octavia’s awaiting throat. Octavia stumbled, off-balance, for a moment as the weight of Millie landed in her mouth. But gravity did its thing, and soon the soft, squishy ball of imp was making its way to Octavia’s gut. She waited until Millie had sunk all the way into her throat before gulping her down completely. \n\nOctavia fell forward as the massive imp was pushed into her stomach. Her weight landed on the now rotund sphere that jutted out of her midsection. Leaning down, one hand reaching around and squeezing the fat on her gut to steady herself, Octavia stood for a moment panting. The imp she had just swallowed was half the size she was, and Octavia’s stomach ached from being stretched to such a degree. Octavia grunted as she tried to lift the heft of her belly. She was able to carry it a few feet before having to stop and rest. The massive perfect sphere of her stomach was hard as a rock but gurgled promisingly. Octavia, nearly immobile, stood there as she felt her stomach juices fill the cracks between Millie’s fat rolls. The imp was surprisingly quiet in there, although Octavia did feel a few half-hearted struggles every now and then. \n\nOctavia felt a large bubble rise to the top of her throat, and she made no effort to hold back the belch that erupted from her. Along with it came the tattered remains of Millie’s shirt and pants. Octavia patted her belly and gave it words of encouragement as it began to try and work through the greasy meal. \n\nSuddenly Octavia felt her gut heave. Startled, she clasped her hands to her mouth as she felt something clawing up her throat. Octavia was about to cry out when a set of pudgy fingers pushed her hand out of the way and forced its way out of her beak. Mouth full of tubby arm, Octavia watched in horror as another one of Millie’s arms pushed its way out of her gut. The imp had almost dragged her shoulders out of Octavia’s beak when Octavia finally collected herself. With a large and forceful gulp, Octavia shoved Millie back inside her. \n\nPanting again, she dragged herself to the table. Her stomach was already straining to hold the contents of the morbidly obese imp, but Octavia was determined not to let Millie escape. She grabbed a handful of Millie’s unfinished food and shoved it into her mouth. Swallowing painfully, she grabbed another, and another. Forcing it down her gullet, a bump began to form on top of her already engorged belly. \nFinishing the last scraps on the table, Octavia sat back and drew in a deep breath. Moving was impossible now, but she had assured that Millie was sealed in. Face streaked with bits of food; Octavia drifted into a peaceful slumber. \n\nIn it she dreamed wonderful dreams. Despite what you might think, her plot of revenge had only just begun. \nOctavia sat at her desk, humming to herself and tapping her foot. She could not remember the last time she felt this happy. Tapping the pen against her beak, she was lost in thought as she pondered what the next line of her new song should be. A spark of inspiration came, and she bent down and began furiously scribbling on the paper in front of her. Her wide and flabby gut pressed up against the table as she did so, and she had to push the paper further away from her in order to see past her voluptuous breasts. \n\nIt had been a month since she had fought the imp Millie, and her stomach had almost worked through all of its meal. The giant lump of lard that Millie had become before her death had taken a surprising amount of work to digest. Octavia had woken many nights to the incessant gurgles of her stomach, and the indigestion she felt was legendary. During the worst of it, Octavia had found gallon buckets of vanilla ice cream to be the only remedy. One would think that the ingestion of massive amounts of sugar and dairy would have worsened her troubles, but Octavia had found that her gut now hungered for high calorie foods. \n\nThe dark surrounds you \nDo you feel your time was gone too soon \nI was the one you always looked through \nBut now look at me \nI’m so close to being free \n\nThe chair underneath her creaked and threatened to break as she leaned back into it. She paused a moment to reflect on what she had wrote, she basked in the quiet veil that covered her home. Ever since she had learned culinary magic, her house had become a much more tranquil place. Being able to think clearly without the sounds of a broken marriage to muddy her thoughts, Octavia jotted down a few more lines of her song. \n\nFeeling satisfied with the progress she had made, Octavia stood up from her desk and began getting ready for work. She had to scrounge through her closet to find clothes that fit. Her body had grown significantly in the month since she had eaten Millie, and now none of the clothes in hell could fit over her massive frame. She finally settled on a xxxl version of her favorite pink and yellow star patterned dress and classic black leggings. Looking at herself in the mirror she made a mental note to schedule another appointment with the tailor. The fabric of the pink dress was stretched thin over her ample bosom, and the size of her new bulbous stomach made it so the dress rode up almost past her butt. Tugging it down to try and cover her fat ass, she heard a tear in the fabric. Her black leggings were similarly stretched thin and translucent over her thick jiggling thighs. In places the fabric was see through, and it cut into the middle of her stomach, shaping it into two noticeable rolls. Her fingers had grown chubby, and the only part of her arms that didn’t sag with fat were her wrists. Octavia took a moment to admire her new body before heading to the kitchen. \n\nBecause of her time studying under the greatest chefs, Octavia had developed a rather refined pallet, and after digesting nearly 600 lbs. of imp she was always hungry. She liked her food with copious amounts of salt, fat, and sugar; and she liked her own cooking best. However, she spent so much of her day cooking for the I.M.P. employees that she found herself too tired to make her own food. Despite there only being two employees left, being the I.M.P. personal chef was tough, grueling, work. \n\nSo, for her own meals, Octavia opted to summon food from the human world. Opening a portal to earth had once seemed like an unattainable feat, but she had found that has her body grew so did her magic powers. She had gotten in the habit of, every morning, opening a small portal to the earth and taking whatever food she pleased for her breakfast. Today she felt like starting her day off with something sweet, so she summoned dessert for breakfast. Octavia rotated her wrist and drew a circle with her fingers, as she did so a ring of purple light appeared above the table. Out of the ring dropped three chocolate cakes. Octavia snapped her fingers and sparks spat out from the edge of the ring. A four-tiered wedding cake fell onto the table. Five more snaps and two gallons of banana pudding, five dozen brownies, three sheets of rainbow gelatin, seventeen cannoli, and three hundred macaroons, came soaring into hell and onto Octavia’s table. Pleased with the spread, Octavia placed a napkin on her lap and began eating her breakfast. \n\nAfter finishing her generous breakfast, Octavia headed to the I.M.P. office. \n\n“I just don’t know what happened to me,” Blitzo sobbed. “Shut your fat mouth”, replied Loona. \n\nThis morning Octavia was greeted with an unusual sight in the I.M.P. headquarters. Blitzo was in his seat at the head of the table, and Loona sat opposite him typing away on her phone. What was unusual about this scene, however, was the pile of used tissues surrounding Blitzo along with his puffy, tear-stained face. \n\n“I’m getting fat,” he continued to sob, although this statement seemed aimed at no one in particular. \n\n“I said shut it!”, Loona snapped. \n\n“WWWAAAAA”, Blitzo cried while noisily blowing his nose. \n\n“Uhhh”, Octavia was unsure what to do as she entered the room. Upon seeing her, Blitzo perked up. \n\nBetween sniffles he asked, “Octavia, could you make us your buttermilk frosted pancakes? Daddy’s not feeling well. Emotionally” \n\n“Oh my god gross. Never call yourself daddy ever again,” Loona moaned. \n\n“Uhh, sure,” Octavia stammered before rushing out of the room as quickly as she could. \nShe hurried to the kitchen and began mixing the batter for Blitzo’s pancakes. Her mind was racing as she poured in the sugar. She had set her plan in motion months ago and had actually been shocked at how well it was working. The imps and hellhound were even stupider than she had predicted and fattening them up had been a piece of cake (and a large piece of cake at that). She had had a moment of panic when Moxxie’s bulge had been clearly visible in her gut, but that had worked itself out on its own, and Blitzo and Loona didn’t even seem to notice that Millie had disappeared. The idiot demons hadn’t even noticed she was paying their companies rent, since the team hadn’t had a client in months. \n\nShe had continued to fatten up Blitzo, and he was almost ready for her to eat. But now all of that was in danger. She heated the griddle and began cooking the pancakes. If Blitzo had noticed and was upset at how much weight he had gained, he was surely on the path to discovering her plan. Even an imp as stupid as Blitzo would figure it out eventually. And there was the problem of Loona. Octavia had made sure to keep the hellhound well fed at all times, but she also knew the risks of making her stomach grow. It was a balancing act between giving Loona enough food so she was always full, and not so much that Loona would be able to eat Octavia if her plot was discovered. \n\nAt the moment, the hellhound seemed satisfied, so Octavia turned her attention to Blitzo. She stacked the pancakes ten feet tall, and coated them completely in caramel, chocolate, vanilla frosting, syrup, and sprinkles. The scene in the conference room was unchanged when Octavia served them breakfast. Despite the tears over his new balloon like appearance, Blitzo dug in as soon as the plate was in front of him. Loona seemed apathetic towards the food, but as Octavia was heading back to the kitchen, she caught Loona stuffing the pancakes into her face with gusto. \n\nAssured that her future snacks were well occupied, Octavia began brainstorming a way to distract Blitzo from his newfound curves. \n\nBlitzo had indeed grown since Octavia had begun employment at his company, even more so than she’d planned. Blitzo was unique among the crew in that he didn’t seem to care what Octavia put in front of him. Moxxie, Millie, and Loona had been very picky about what foods Octavia cooked for them, but Blitzo would’ve eaten a plate of garbage if she had served it to him. Sitting in his steel reinforced chair, Blitzo’s back side, and side sides, sagged all the way to the floor. When he stood, his gut was so large that it dragged across the floor as he walked. \n\nHaving long outgrown his trench coat, Blitzo now wore a potato sack as clothing. His arms had become thick stumps poking out of his waterlogged-corpse-of-the-stay-puft-marshmallow man body, and his legs were defined by rolls upon rolls of fat. The only reason he could move at all, was that the physics of Hell worked differently than on earth. \n\nA bell rang in the kitchen, signaling Octavia was being summoned to the conference room. When she entered Blitzo and Loona had just finished eating their pancakes. \n\n“Octavia,” Blitzo said while chewing his next to last bit, “You know I love your food. But I think this company needs to start offering uhh…diet meals. Not for me of course. I’m just worried about my Loony’s health” \n\nLicking the last of the syrup off her plate, Loona snorted at Blitzo’s statement and left the room. \n\n“Don’t tell her”, Blitzo whispered loudly, “but I think she’s put on a couple extra pounds” \n\nOctavia looked toward the ground and shifted nervously. Inside she felt her heart racing. As a predator demon she felt no danger from Blitzo, but if he was to catch on to her plan and alert Loona, that could be trouble for her. \n\n“Oh, don’t make that face. It’s a compliment Octavia”, Blitzo blurted out, “Your cooking is just that good” \n\nOctavia felt a wave of relief wash over her. The brainless imp had no clue what she was up to. \n\n“I will consult my recipes, and look for some lighter options”, she said with sincerity, “For Loona, of course”, she added. \n\n“I’m glad we’re on the same page”, Blitzo said. \n\n“Totally”, replied Octavia, with a sly wink to the camera. \n\nAs Octavia was leaving, Blitzo cleared his throat. In the doorway, she turned to the bloated little imp. \n\n“Octavia,” he said bashfully, “could you bring me some of your cookies when you get the chance?” \n\nOctavia just smiled and left the room. \n\nThat night, just as she was drifting into sleep, Octavia had an idea. She knew exactly how to ease Blitzo’s worries. Donning a luxurious purple robe, Octavia headed downstairs. Entering the front hall, she pulled back the curtains and the brilliant light of the moon flooded the hall, illuminating Stolas, standing like a statue against the wall. Octavia snapped her fingers and Stolas’ four eyes opened slowly. \n\n“Father, I have a task for you”, Octavia said. \n\n“What is it?”, Stolas purred, “You know I’d do anything for my dear owlet” \n\n“I need you to fuck Blitzo”, Octavia explained, “Fuck his brains out, fuck him so good he has no brains left” \n\n“Oooo”, chortled Stolas, “consider it done” \n\n“But make sure to come right back to the house when you’re done. And don’t let anyone see you”, Octavia snapped. \n\nA puzzled look crossed Stolas’ face, “Why?”, he started to ask. \n\nOctavia snapped her fingers again and Stolas’ expression went blank. Limbs moving to a rhythm only he could hear, Stolas marched out of the house. With the knowledge her plan could continue, Octavia headed back to bed. \n\nThe next few weeks were largely uneventful for Octavia. She went to work, fed the remaining I.M.P. crew, and every night let Stolas out of the house so he could fuck Blitzo. The smarmy little imp continued to stuff his face and was almost big enough for her to eat. Stolas had convinced Blitzo the fatter he was, the more sex appeal he had. This had caused the imp to eat even more, to the point where Octavia sometimes struggled to keep up with his appetite. Just as she was finishing up making dinner, she heard the door to the kitchen open, and Loona entered the room. \n\n“Oh”, Octavia said startled, Loona had never visited her in the kitchen before, “I was just about to bring out second dinner” \n\nLoona took a moment and scanned the kitchen. Her red eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting her predator canine nature. Octavia had immediately noticed Loona was smarter than the other I.M.P. employees and for this reason had done her best to avoid the hellhound. Loona raised her muzzle and sniffed the air. \n\n“Smells good”, she said flatly. \n\n“Yeah. It’s umm”, Octavia stammered, growing nervous at the hellhound’s presence, “a braised lamb shank. I got the recipe from Chef, uhm, Boyardee” \n\n“Huh”, Loona grunted. She again scanned the kitchen, eyes finally snapping to the Owl, “I haven’t seen Moxxie or Millie lately” \n\nIn that moment Octavia knew that if she were a human her face would have turned ghost white. \n\n“Hey, yeah”, she said fumbling for words, “Now that you mention it, I guess it has been some time since those two have been in the office” \n\nShe felt the fat on her butt jiggle as she shifted her weight, “Maybe they went on uhhh…holiday?” \n\nLoona’s eyes narrowed, “Blitzo seems to be acting strange too”\n \n“I hadn’t noticed”, Octavia gulped nervously, “He seems normal to me” \n\nLoona fixated on Octavia. Octavia could feel Loona’s eyes burning into her, and she became cognizant of her fattened body. Trying to be inconspicuous, she moved behind a counter. This did nothing to hide her bulk. Suddenly, for no reason, Loona relaxed. Her shoulders slumped and her expression returned to its usual apathetic gaze. \n\n“Whatever”, she said sounding utterly disengaged, “I just came to see if you had any kind of booze. I’m craving a fucking margarita” \n\n“I can make you one of my specialty bacon margaritas?”, Octavia said trying not to let the feeling of relief slip into her voice. \n\nLoona cracked a small grin, “You know just what I like” \n\nOctavia had wanted to wait another week before eating Blitzo, but her brush with Loona had indicated she needed to up the timeline of her plot. So, she decided she would feast that night. Just as the moon was starting to peak over the horizon, she sent Stolas on one final, late night, rendezvous. \n\n“I need him to be completely and totally exhausted”, she instructed, “Don’t leave until he’s immobile. Got it?” \n\nStolas indicated he understood and rushed off into the night. Octavia followed him and was surprised to see him enter the I.M.P. office through a window. She knew that inside Stolas would soon be bending Blitzo over and wrecking his asshole, and that after she would be full of over 400lbs of fat red imp. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation, yet she was still nervous. Logically she knew she should be saving room for the absolute mammoth meal that was ahead of her, but she couldn’t stop herself from stress eating. \n\nIt started with a few mice she caught running through the bushes. She held them by the tail and dangled them over her mouth. Letting go, she felt the warm fuzzy creature struggle violently against her tongue, but the more they fought for their lives, the further into Octavia’s gullet they slid. They were so paltry her stomach didn’t even register she had eaten anything. \n\nThrough the windows of the I.M.P. office she could see the outline of her boss and her dad having sex. Stolas reached down and grabbed Blitzo’s horns as he thrust aggressively against the imp’s backside. Octavia watched with amusement as Blitzo’s mass of fat rocked back and forth with the rhythm of Stolas’ thrusting. The Owl demon tossed Blitzo onto the table, and his fleshy body rippled with the impact. Rolling him onto his back, Stolas grabbed Blitzo’s ankles and spread his chubby legs apart. Octavia summoned a rack of ribs to munch on as she watched from the bushes. \n\nAfter an hour the lights in the office switched off, and she caught the shadow of her father running out the front door shortly after. Knowing this was the big moment, Octavia licked the barbeque sauce from her fingers and headed into the building. \n\nCareful not to make any noise, she creeped up to the entrance to the conference room and cracked the door open. She was greeted with a sound that was uncannily similar to an industrial air pump. Opening the door further, she could see Blitzo, asleep on his back, in the middle of what appeared to be a demolished conference table. Being a silent predator of the night, Octavia tip toed into the room. Without warning, the air pump noise stopped. Terrified she had awoken Blitzo, Octavia stood still hardly daring to breathe. After a moment the noise resumed and Octavia relaxed, it was just Blitzo’s obesity induced sleep apnea. \n\nOctavia felt her mouthwatering as she approached the naked mass of fat on the floor. She knelt down and got on her hands and knees. Her stomach rumbled expectantly as she inched herself closer to Blitzo’s hooves. With the sounds of Blitzo’s snores as her underscore, Octavia stretched her beak as wide as it could go. She gingerly scooped her head down and locked Blitzo’s feet into her mouth. She could taste the long hours she had spent in the kitchen in his sweat, he was sweet. He tasted of revenge. Octavia relaxed her throat and slowly pushed her body forward. She felt the tip of Blitzo’s hooves slide down her throat, and her lips were stretched as she made her way up to his thighs. Using every muscle in her body, she gulped and forced his feet into her stomach. With his ginormous, lard filled, ass in her mouth, and staring down Blitzo’s enormous gut, Octavia now realized the task she had undertaken. It had been a slow and gradual process, but the imp had eaten so much of Octavia’s food that he, while still shorter, was now larger than she was. \n\nOctavia’s throat bulged with the weight of Blitzo’s rear and she struggled to swallow again. He moved an inch further into her belly, and she found herself at the precipice of his sagging belly rolls. Octavia gathered her strength and began slowly working her beak over the bottom of Blitzo’s gut. Her jaw ached as she forced it open wider to accommodate his girth. Patiently she used small gulps to slowly bring Blitzo into her stomach, inch by inch. She had worked her way up to his navel when Blitzo awoke. \n\nHe smacked his lips groggily, eyes closed. \n\n“Mmmhh,” he moaned still half asleep, “Stolas you know I’m not into any of that feet shit” \n\nHe waved a hand in the air and giggled. “Hee-hee, knock it off you big horny owl” \n\nOctavia had not expected Blitzo to wake up. She wished she could laugh, maybe do a super villain style monologue about how she was wronged, and how Blitzo was just a dumb little imp, and his friends had disappeared because she had eaten them. But alas, her mouth was full of Blitzo’s flabby body. Instead, she gulped again. With the largest part of Blitzo in her throat she was able to pull him into her stomach all the way up to his what was once his ribcage. \n\n“Hey, what’s going on? Why is it so hot in here? What is this, hell? Ouch, that hurts Stolas!”, it was then that Blitzo opened his eyes. \n\n“Stolas where are you?”, he was face to face with Octavia, “Octavia, what are you doing at the office after hours? You know we don’t pay overtime” \n\nAs he became accustomed to his surroundings, Blitzo suddenly realized he was halfway to Octavia’s stomach. \n\n“Octavia! What the fuck! What are you doing to me?!” \n\nA bit late for that realization, Octavia thought to herself as she gulped again. Having worked through the widest part of Blitzo, her stomach was now greedily sucking the fat imp inside. \n\n“Fuck, shit, piss, motherfucker, asshole, baby-licker, cuntass, Hitlers-bastard-son, goddamn, pussylicking-” \n\nBlitzo’s string of curses continued as Octavia gulped again. With that motion Blitzo’s thick midsection slid into Octavia’s gut. Her already fat ladened stomach bulged to enormous proportions as the weight of the imp slithered into it. She felt her knees leave the floor as all the fat being pushed into her stomach lifted her body upwards. She was now teetering forward with only Blitzo’s chest, arms, and head, sticking out of her mouth. \n\n“-monkey’s uncle, piss taking, ass licking, fucktard, bitch, whore, fucker, incest-faced, god honoring, tit sucking, baby, stupid, door-knob licker-” \n\nOctavia relaxed her throat and hauled herself forward. Blitzo was now up to his arm pits in Octavia’s mouth, despite his immediate peril he kept stringing together an increasingly creative series of curses and insults. Octavia gulped again, this time with force, and Blitzo’s shoulders disappeared into her throat. His man boobs were pushed up against his face and his words became muffled. \n\n“hebfienaskmfvgjndsfnlkdsknasdbjfjlfsjlfdnjfdnsfdk”, he cried as she gulped again. \n\nNow only the very tips of his pointy red fingers remained. On the outside his curved horns were visible, poking out of Octavia’s neck. Feeling her victory close at hand, Octavia wrapped her beak around Blitzo’s fingers, and with one final gulp, sent the imp to the fiery pits of her insides. \n\nOctavia pushed with her arms and managed to rock herself back, so her knees touched the floor once again. She sat back on her heels and admired her prize. She could feel Blitzo’s spikes poking into the walls of her stomach, but it didn’t hurt, it felt like victory. Her gut trembled violently, and a hell- shattering belch flew from her lips. It was so powerful the walls of the I.M.P. office shook. \n\nShe rubbed her bloated belly and noted with satisfaction that it felt hard as a rock. Despite the difference in height, Blitzo’s mass bulged out and more than doubled the size of her belly. His fat was packed in tight, and she felt there was no room left in her stomach as she repositioned herself. Blitzo was the biggest meal she’d eaten yet and she knew with certainty she was glued to the floor by the weight of her stomach. So, she decided her only option was to sleep on the floor in the I.M.P. conference room while her gut worked through Blitzo. After settling into a comfortable position, she had just closed her eyes when she heard the door creak open. \n\nHer eyes grew wide as she saw a looming figure silhouetted in the doorway. There was a dramatic flash of lightning outside which illuminated the snarling face of Loona. \n\n“Where’s my dad,” she growled. \nBlitzo was the biggest meal she’d eaten yet and she knew with certainty she was glued to the floor by the weight of her stomach. So, she decided her only option was to sleep on the floor in the I.M.P. conference room while her gut worked through Blitzo. After settling into a comfortable position, she had just closed her eyes when she heard the door creak open. \n\nHer eyes grew wide as she saw a looming figure silhouetted in the doorway. There was a dramatic flash of lightning outside which illuminated the snarling face of Loona. \n\n“Where’s my dad?” she growled. \n\nOctavia felt a wave of fear wash over her as she looked into the sharp white fangs of the hellhound. They glinted silver in the moonlight, and she could see beads of saliva dripping from their narrow tips. Using the adrenaline rushing through her, and an extraordinary amount of effort, Octavia sat up. She tried to stand but found her muscles unable to win over the amount of gravity pulling the mass of her stomach to the floor. She was glued in place. \n\nLoona took a step towards the helpless and stuffed Octavia. The ground shook as she walked. Octavia had been precise with the hellhound’s portions for every meal, but she now noticed that pound for pound, Loona had kept pace with Octavia in terms of size. Loona’s breasts had exploded from her crop top, which now was stretched to a thin band that barely covered her nipples. her round, thick, stomach spilled over her black shorts and hung halfway down her thighs. The long grey socks she wore cut into the chunky rolls on her thighs, creating a deep indent in her flesh. \n\nOctavia wracked her brain for spells, incantations, anything to get her out of the office alive and not inside Loona’s stomach. But her mind was clouded with fear and sluggish from the enormous meal she had just eaten. Loona was upon her now. The wolf-girl stood at her feet and loomed over Octavia, her red and black eyes fixated on the owl demon. \n\nOctavia squeezed her eyes shut, “I’m not going to apologize. Your whore of a father ruined my life, I’m not sorry” \n\nShe prepared herself for the hellhound’s jaws, the sharp teeth grating against her feathers, the tight darkness of Loona’s throat. But the hot, wet, dog-breath never came. Octavia cautiously cracked open an eye, and saw Loona wasn’t attacking her, but had her hand extended outward. Octavia opened her eyes fully and scanned the dog. Her ears and tail were upright and perky and her silver coat lay flat on her body. No signs of aggression. \n\nTentatively Octavia reached out and grabbed Loona’s hand. Loona clamped down with her other hand and pulled Octavia’s arm upward. \n\n“Nerrgguh,” Loona grunted, “Fuck. That old dirtbag sure was fat, you’re fucking heavy. Come on, you’re too fat for me to pull you up myself, I need you to help. Okay. One, two, three!” \n\nOn ‘three’ Loona pulled and Octavia was able to rock herself onto her feet. Loona grasped her under the armpits and working together they managed to get Octavia standing. Octavia rested her ample figure on the mass of Blitzo in her stomach. It groaned and squelched with the shift in position. She wasn’t sure, but she could’ve sworn she heard faint yelling and cussing coming from within. \n\nOctavia looked up and found Loona’s face inches from her own. There was a rumbling in her stomach, and she couldn’t hold back the belch that erupted from her beak. Horror gripped her as she burped in Loona’s face. \n\n“Fuck, you’re so cute,” said the hellhound. \n\nTo Octavia’s surprise, she wasn’t offended by this, but sounded like she was turned on. Without warning, Loona closed the gap between herself and Octavia and kissed the owl. Octavia felt Loona’s warm lips cover her beak, and she was powerless to resist. She kissed her back and the two stood there, the gurgling mass of Blitzo between them, in a passionate embrace. \n\nOctavia pulled away, and using her thumb, delicately wiped the saliva from Loona’s bottom lip. \n\n“Loona, I don’t get it. I ate your da-,” Octavia started, Loona put a finger to Octavia’s lips and bade her quiet. \n\n“I know,” she purred, “And you ate Moxxie and Millie too. I thought it was suspicious that you, a rich noble woman, would want to work for no pay as our chef. Rich people are never that generous. Blitzo was a fool. When Moxxie mysteriously disappeared, my suspicions were confirmed” Loona smacked Octavia’s fat ass, causing a cascade of ripples, “Not that hard to put two and two together” \n\nOctavia felt a little of the puff leave her feathers. Apparently, she had overestimated the cleverness of her plan, and underestimated the stupidity of the imps. There was some good that came out of it however, Loona wasn’t angry. She was smitten. \n\n“But you didn’t say anything?” Octavia probed, wondering if this was some long con that would end with Loona using Octavia to fatten herself up. \n\nLoona shrugged, “I wanted to see if the imps could figure it out by themselves. They look better on your thighs anyways. And your cooking’s amazing, I was not about to give that up” \n\nThe hellhound leaned on the squishy bulk of Octavia’s stomach, propping herself up on her elbows she began tracing circles on Octavia’s gut. Lightly, she moved over the bumps and ridges of Blitzo’s spikes and horns. \n\n“You know if you really want to get revenge on your parents,” Loona said looking thoughtfully at Octavia’s squirming gut, “you should eat them. I don’t just say that because I want to watch” she shot a grin at Octavia before resting her head on the owl demons engorged stomach. \n\nOctavia raised a hand and begun stroking Loona’s fur. It was soft and silky, and every pass of her hand caused a whiff of lavender to rise from Loona’s fur. Her gut let out a long, low, moan as it tried to digest Blitzo. Octavia could sense this meal would require significantly more work to break down than the others. The uncomfortable bloat from earlier had eased, but she could still feel the imp alive and moving inside her. Another moan signaled her gut was protesting. \n\n“I wouldn’t mind having a taste of that Stella either,” Loona added.\n \nShe was either unaware, or purposely ignoring her adoptive fathers’ struggles. Octavia smiled dreamily. Her and Loona really were a match made in hell. \n\n“If that’s the case, then you’re going to enjoy what I have waiting for us at my house,” Octavia said deviously. \n\nLoona’s ears perked up. \n\n“But I’m not going to be able to move anywhere with this chunk of lard in my gut. So, we have two options, we can wait the three months it will take me to digest Blitzo, or you help me” \n\n“Obviously I’m going to help you,” Loona said, pushing away her hand and standing up before Octavia even finished talking, “I want my treat” \n\nOctavia shot a grin back at Loona. She raised a hand and, with a puff of black smoke, a book appeared in it. She handed the book to Loona. \n\n“I know you’re familiar with our magic. I’ve been wanting to try this spell, but sadly it’s not one you can use on yourself,” Octavia explained. \n\nLoona pulled back the cover of the book, and as she did so the pages began turning forward in a flurry of paper and ink. Finally settling on a portion of text halfway through the book. Loona’s eyes scanned the pages, her brows furrowed as she took in the information within them. \n\n“Okay, this doesn’t look too hard,” she said, closing the book. Despite her confident attitude, there was a hint of unease in her voice. \n\n“For you, it won’t be,” Octavia said reassuringly. \nLoona nodded and the book disappeared from her hands as quickly as it had appeared in Octavia’s. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Closing her eyes, she moved her hands so they were hovering millimeters above Octavia’s stomach. They trembled as she began to mutter the incantation for the spell. \n\n“Don’t worry,” Octavia said grasping Loona’s shaking hands in her own, “You got this. You’re my moonbeam, here to guide my way” she planted a wet kiss on Loona’s cheek. \n\nLoona steadied herself and resumed her position. This time she chanted the incantations with certainty, letting the words pour from her lips like honey. A glowing pentagram formed on Octavia’s belly, as Loona continued the spell runes and ancient symbols started to appear. The glow was dim at first, it was coming from inside Octavia and its light was obscured by fat and feathers. As the spell grew in ferocity, the glowing image got brighter, as it was making its way to the surface. Octavia sucked in a breath as the glow erupted from her skin. It shined with a brilliant white light, before quickly fading and then going away all together. \n\n“Did it work?” Loona said, looking skeptically at Octavia’s unchanged and still swollen gut. \n\n“I don’t kn- GUA!”, midway through Octavia’s sentence, a massive ripple surged through her stomach. A look of concern filled her face, then her jaw went slack, and her eyes lulled with pleasure. \n\n“Ahug,” she moaned as more ripples coursed through her belly, “I’m, nahg, digesting him. It worked” \n\nHer belly continued to ripple and surge. It looked as if something was boiling within her, as bubbles pushed against the skin then popped with a thick squelch. A wave of ecstasy rushed over Octavia as she felt Blitzo melt inside of her. She grabbed her belly in both hands as the bubbling began to subside. It was replaced with a turning sensation, as if her gut were a tumble dryer set to max tumble. \n\nLoona took a step back to watch the spell do its work. She noted with envy the look of pleasure in Octavia’s half open eyes and drooling tongue. Once the bubbles had stopped, she could see Octavia’s stomach looked much smoother and less lumpy, although it was still massive. There was a pause and for a moment the air in the office hung still. A weird look came over Octavia’s face, one Loona couldn’t describe. She was about to ask if the Owl was okay when Octavia’s eyes suddenly grew wide. \n\n This was followed by what was probably the biggest burp in the history of hell. Loona, big as she was, was thrown against the wall by the violent eruption of gas. Even then, the burp continued, splattering her face with saliva and hitting her with a scent that was reminiscent of Blitzo’s underarms. Loona tried to peel her body away from the wall, but the string of gas Octavia was expelling from her mouth held her in place. Finally, the belch ended. Loona slid down to the floor panting, and she could hear Octavia was similarly out of breath. \n\n“I’m so sorry, you’re not hurt are you,” Loona looked up to see Octavia peering at her worriedly, “I didn’t know that would happen” \n\nThe only response Loona could muster was a breathless, “wow”. \n \nThe spell had worked incredibly well. There was no trace of the obese imp anywhere in Octavia’s gut. Her belly had returned to its original size, albeit rounder and with a new layer of fat, the rest of the imp had gone to other, choice, parts of her body. Her breasts had swelled to enormous proportions and were popping out of her bra. The simple black leggings she wore had stretched to their breaking point and her growing ass cheeks had ripped them to shreds. Her fingers were still long and slender, but the area of her forearm past the wrists jiggled like water balloons. Loona found this change incredibly sexy. \n\n“Fuck,” Octavia said craning her neck to look at her behind, “These were my favorite pair of leggings” \n\n“You look great,” Loona said, still in awe. \n\n“Thank you,” Octavia said bashfully. She stood a moment, twirling a section of her bangs with one finger, avoiding Loona’s eyes. “It’s going to be even harder to find clothes that fit”, she mumbled, finally looking up to Loona, “I feel like a balloon”. To her surprise, Loona leaped forward and planted another kiss on her lips. The fur on the hellhounds chin tickled her beak. \n\n“A sexy balloon,” Loona said, pulling away just long enough to utter this sentiment before continuing to kiss Octavia. \n\nThe embrace of the two girls from hell was broken by a long, low, growl from Octavia’s stomach. \n\n“Guess I’m hungry again,” she said. \n\nThis was followed by an equally long, low, growl from Loona’s stomach, “Guess I am too” she said. \n\nThe girls erupted in laughter. \n\n“Let’s get you fed, my little moonbeam,” said Octavia. \n\nThe Goetia Mansion was dark and gloomy when Octavia and Loona arrived. Wind whistled menacingly through the trees, and shadows danced on the walls as the pair made their way, hand in hand, through the front hall. \n\n“No offense, but your house is kinda creepy,” Loona said, squeezing Octavia’s hand as a particularly strong gust of wind caused blinds to clatter deeper in the house. \n\n“Sorry about that,” Octavia said, “I dismissed all the servants a couple of weeks ago. Spent so much time at work that it didn’t really make sense to keep them around”. She snapped her fingers and, one by one, blue flames erupted in the sconces lining the walls. \n\n“AHHH,” Loona shrieked. The light had illuminated Stolas, standing still as a statue at the bottom of the grand stairs. His four eyes fixed dead ahead, gleaming in the darkness. \n\n“Don’t worry about him,” Octavia said attempting to calm Loona, “He’s not real. Look” Octavia snapped her fingers and Stolas began to make his way out of the room. He moved mechanically, expressionless, upper body stiff, legs rising up ninety degrees before falling rhythmically in front of him. “That one just a puppet, I fashioned him out of clay and twine and brought him to life with magic. Pretty convincing likeness, wouldn’t you say?” Octavia explained, pride evident on her face. \n\n“If that one is a puppet, then where’s the real Stolas?” Loona asked. \n\nA grin spread across Octavia’s lips. She grabbed Loona’s hand and dragged her further into the house without answering her question. Turning down a hallway just past the stairs, Octavia led Loona to a simple brown door. She grabbed the handle and dramatically pulled it open. \n\nBeyond the door was the Mansions formal dining room. An antique and stuffy room with gaudy wall paper and horrendous gold trim, in the middle sat a long-polished oak table. Hovering above the table was a ring of golden light from which plate after plate of food was falling. Loona gasped as she stepped into the room. Sitting at the heads of table was Stella and Stolas, except they were hugely different from how Loona remembered them. Their eyes were dull and gray, transfixed on the pile of foodstuff before them. Unblinking, they grabbed handful after handful of whatever slop was in front of them, pushing it into their jaws and down their throats. \n\nThey were massive. The Goetia demons had always been some of the taller denizens of hell, but now they were wider too. Their bodies spilled off the chairs in every direction, and other than the robotic movement of their arms, it was hard to tell where one part of their body ended, and another began. \n\n“I tried to fatten them up with my cooking, but they didn’t seem to want to eat in the same way your imp friends did,” \n\nOctavia explained, grabbing a cheeseburger from the table, “Eventually I realized they like the stuff from earth way more”. She took a bite of the cheeseburger, causing ketchup to squirt \nout the sides and leaving red globs in the corners of her lips, \n\n“I was planning to hex them, make them sit here and gorge themselves 24/7. Turns out I didn’t need to. Whatever chemicals the humans put in this stuff,” she waved the cheeseburger in the air before shoving the rest in her face and swallowing, “makes it addictive. I created the puppet of my father to keep up appearances while these two have been eating non-stop for months. Turns out all his friends and acquaintances can’t tell the difference between a brainless sack of rocks and the real Stolas” \n\nLoona’s eyes roamed over the sight before her. The mountain of food on the table was being devoured at rapid speeds by the two owls, and it was constantly being replenished at the same rate they ate. The mixture of smells was alluring to the hellhound’s sensitive nostrils, and she felt her mouthwatering. Not because of the food piled on the table, but because of the lumps of lard and blubber eating it. \n\nWhen she had walked into the office and seen Octavia had eaten Blitzo her initial reaction had not been one of anger, but of jealousy. As Blitzo’s weight had grown, she had found herself fantasizing about eating him. Walking in the room and seeing him squirming in Octavia’s gut had caused a pang of sadness from being denied the pleasure of a big meal. But now, there was a meal twice the size of Blitzo sitting right in front of her and she could feel her stomach urging her to eat. \n\n“I’ll let you pick,” Octavia said, “which one do you want?” \n\nLoona looked at Octavia. She understood her words, but her eyes were questioning. \n\n“A treat for my moonbeam” \n\nLoona circled the table, examining Stella and Stolas. She circled once more before determining that Stella was the bigger of the two, if only slightly. “I’ll take Stella” she said. \n\n“Good choice,” Octavia said, positioning herself behind her father, “Together” \n\nLoona nodded and moved behind Stella. The rings above the table closed and the room was bathed in the cool dim light of the moon. \n\nIn unison, the girls opened their jaws and clamped down on the unsuspecting owls. \n\n---\n\nToo-too-ta-toooooom! \n“Sounds like the ceremonies about to begin. Are you ready my moonbeam?” Octavia asked. \n\nLoona, fighting to get her ceremonial robes over her enormous bulging breasts, only grunted in response. \n\n“You’d think they’d maybe be able to tailor something that actually fit, since I’m about to be the Queen of Hell and all” \n\nOctavia giggled as she went to help Loona get her robes on, “You’ll only have to wear it for a couple of minutes. It’s not really my style either, but it’s tradition” \n\nToday was a special day, a unique day in Hell history, it was coronation day for Hell’s first ever queens. This was actually the first change in leadership in Hell’s four-billion- year history. \n\nAfter her parents had been eaten, Octavia had devoted herself to training in the magic arts. She had taught Loona all she knew, and together the girls had worked to expand their magical skills while digesting the Prince and Princess of the Goetia family. They had then used their magic to grow themselves, to better distribute the new weight they had acquired. Once it had been discovered what happened, a cult had formed around the voracious Octavia and Loona. Hundreds of imps, hellhounds, and demons of all sorts had flocked to them in hopes of being sacrificial meals for the two sorcerers. This had given Octavia and Loona a constant supply of fresh, willing, meat to indulge their appetites with. \n\nAfter years of this, the two were ginormous. They stood 50 meters tall, and more than 300 meters in diameter around the largest points of their stomachs. Their boobs and ass rose and fell as mountainous humps on their bodies, and every inch- including their cheeks-jiggled with fat. \n\n“Come on,” Octavia said tugging the robe over her wife’s thick ass, “Best to not keep the crowd waiting” \n\nThey joined hands and stepped onto the balcony of the newly enlarged palace. Bright sunlight blinded them as the crowd roared. Between their monstrous size and magical ability, it had been easy to overthrow the Monarchy, and most people in Hell welcomed the change. There were hundreds of thousands in attendance, to watch the new monarchy be crowned and the old disposed of. \n\nThe conductor raised his baton and the band began to play. A small imp attendant wearing a tall pope hat scurried up the scaffolding to present Octavia and Loona with their crowns. He placed them on their heads and the crowd once again erupted in cheers. The tempo of the song shifted to a more boisterous and celebratory tune as two serving platters were brought out and presented to the new Queens of Hell. \nThe imp pope bowed deeply before Octavia and Loona as the tops of the platters were lifted to reveal Lucifer and Charlie Morningstar, tied up and surrounded by tiny pieces of lettuce and baby carrots. \n\n“Oh, is this really how it ends,” drawled Lucifer. “Daddy, I don’t want to die,” sobbed Charlie. \n\n“It’s all right Charlie,” Lucifer said assuredly, “It’s times like this that I use a little song to lift my spirits” he said, clearing his throat. \n\n“A song would help,” Charlie agreed, sniffling. \n\n“This is my key,” Lucifer said, “I just need to warm up my vocal cords. Mi, mi, mi, mi,” he started. \n\n“Nope,” said Loona sternly, grabbing Charlie with her thick pudgy fingers, “No singing” \n\n“I have to agree with Loona on this one,” Octavia said picking up Lucifer, “I’ve had enough of your second-rate bad falsetto songs” \n\n“No, just wait,” cried Lucifer, “I’ve been practicing since you put me in prison. It’s really good I swear” \n\nIn response Octavia opened her beak wide and tossed the once-king-of-hell inside. Loona did the same with Charlie. With no effort at all, they swallowed and sent the former royal family to their bubbling gut to be digested and turned to fat for their asses. \n\n“Hmm,” Loona said smacking her lips, “Kinda of a funny aftertaste, don’t you think Octavi-” \n\nLoona didn’t get to finish because Octavia grabbed her face and locked their lips together. And with that, the two Queens of Hell stood on the balcony, in front of a crowd of roaring fans, kissing, under the red sky of Hell. \n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Having reached a breaking point with Blitzo and his crew ruining her parents marriage, Octavia plots out a delicious revenge.

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Octavia lifted her head and craned her neck to get a better look at the journey ahead. She had been climbing the stairs for what felt like an eternity, and still there was no end in sight. She straightened her gaze and soldiered on. In the end this would all be worth it.  

As it turns out, where she had stopped, was actually quite close to the top of the staircase. The magic in the tower, and design of the stairs, obscured any sense of time or space. Landing on the top step, Octavia was greeted with a set of grand purple doors. They arched upward and at the top and ended in a sharp point, the wood had occult symbols sprawled across it. Octavia reached a hand forward and muttered to herself an ancient incantation.

The doors glowed with a brilliant yellow light and swung open at her command. Inside was a small room with smoothed curved walls, giving it an egg shape, and in the middle of the egg, a green and sparkly vortex swirled menacingly around a floating book. Octavia approached the vortex and a warm wind rushed past her, slamming the doors shut.  

Shouting to be heard over the roar of the windstorm which was picking up, “I Octavia of the Royal Family of Ars Goetia, beseech thee oh ethereal magic book!”, she said.  

“What brings you here, daughter of Stolas, great Owl of hell”, replied a voice. The voice had no location and instead seemed to emanate from the walls around her.  

“I seek revenge”, Octavia shouted, “My family has been wronged, torn apart from the inside by stupid, idiotic, dumb, Imps”

“Imps? How embarrassing”, the voice chortled, “What do you wish from me?”

“I want to return to my rightful place at the top of the food chain”, Octavia shouted, “Give me powers so I may entice, fatten, and devour my enemies”  

“Ahhh, I see”, the voice rattled, “Your wish is my command”

With that the wind swept around Octavia and she was lifted off her feet. The fog around her grew thicker, and soon her vision was totally obscured by an opaque green mist. When the fog cleared, she was standing in a limitless white room. Looking out, the room seemed to stretch on for infinity in all directions.  

“I bring you teachers”, the voice said right into her ear.  

A caveman looking thing appeared before her. He was hairy, unkempt, and totally naked.

“Eww!”, Octavia squealed, shielding her eyes from the mans unwashed junk.

“Sorry about that”, the voice said.

When Octavia looked again, he was clothed in a ragged loin
cloth.  

“Better than nothing I guess”, she said, still disgusted.  A fire popped up next to the caveman.
“This is Ooug-Balloo”, the voice explained, “The first chef.”

Ooug-Balloo hopped up and down while scratching his armpits and grunting. He pulled a dripping, bloody, raw, leg from seemingly nowhere and held it over the fire.  

“OOOOOOGGGGG BALOOOOOOO,” he chanted as the leg began to char.  

“That’s cool and all,” Octavia said snobbishly, “But Ooug-Balloo isn’t going to teach me to cook anything anyone with taste buds would actually want to eat”

“Well, I apologize Miss. Micheline star”, the voice sneered, “How about this one?”

Ooug-Balloo and his roasted leg disappeared in a puff of pale green smoke, and a plump woman with short curly hair and strong girthy fingers appeared.  

“Well, helloooo darlings”, she trilled.

“This is popular French chef, Julia Child. She is credited with bringing traditional French cooking to an American audience. A whole generation of wives gave their husbands heart attacks with her recipes”  

“Go on”, Octavia said, clearly more interested in this one.

“Today were going to be learning the classical napoleon dish of WEE-WEE-BAGUET”, Julia started.

“That doesn’t sound like a French dish”, Octavia pointed out, “Oui isn’t even spelled correctly”

“The author was probably too lazy to look up an actual French recipe”, the voice explained.  

Despite the lack of research on the part of the author, Octavia spent days learning all she could from Julia Child, including the many uses of butter.  

“That was informative, but I need to know more”, Octavia pressed.  

“Of course,”, the voice responded.  

Julia vanished and, in her place, stood a pale man with a clean-cut mop of dirty blond hair, he was no stunner, but not unattractive by any means.

“What a bunch of bloody idiots”, the man spat crossing his arms.

“I’m sure your familiar with Chef Gordon Ramsey”, said the voice.

“Oh yes”, Octavia said swooning.

Chef Ramsey proceeded to nit-pic, berate, and belittle Octavia and her cooking. But at the end of his tutelage, she was definitively the best cook in hell.

“This is great, but it’s not enough”, she said as Gordon too vanished into a wisp of smoke, “My food needs to be so good no one can stop themselves from gorging on it, to the point of death”

“Hmmm”, said the voice. Despite his lack of corporeal form Octavia could’ve sworn she heard him stroking his chin, “I think I know what you need”

There was a whoosh and an uptight man in a business suit appeared. He was in the middle of a phone call and seemed unbothered that he had been transported to a magic void.  

“Yeah, Yeah, alright. Sell them all”, he snapped, “And after this put me through to the YouTube execs. Our ads with Snoop Dogg, double g, are not playing to the 0–4-year-old demographic we were promised”

“This”, the voice said proudly, “is Mark Schneider, the current CEO for McDonalds, Burger King, Pepsi Cola, Tyson Food Inc., Nestle, Kraft, Mars, General Mills, and Monsanto”

Octavia’s face spread with a devilish grin.  

“This man is single handedly responsible for the worlds 40%
obesity rate”

“Teach me your ways”, Octavia whispered.  

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“YOU NO GOOD CHEATING MAN-WHORE”, Stella screamed as she chucked another microwave at Stolas’ head.

He was just able to avoid it when she threw another which hit him squarely in the forehead.

“I wouldn’t need to cheat if your pussy hadn’t dried up ten years ago”, he retorted angrily.  

“Garr”, Stella growled. She was just about to throw another kitchen appliance at him when Octavia entered the room.

“What’s up sweetie pie?” she asked, hurriedly tucking the blender behind her back.

“Actually, I wanted to talk with dad about something”, she
replied.

“Of course, my little Owlet. Perhaps your crazy bitch of a mother,” Stolas turned pointedly to Stella, “should give us some space”

“nogoodlyingskank”, Stella muttered to herself as she left the room.    

“Dad, I want to start a career in cooking”, Octavia said.

“Cooking? Why would you want to do that? That’s a poor person job, we have people that cook for us”, he said disdainfully.

“Dad”, Octavia protested, “Do you want to ruin my dreams like you ruined your marriage?”

“No, of course not”, Stolas shot up, “I want my darling little baby to be happy above all else”

“Good. Now get me a job cooking for the I.M.P”, she commanded.

“The I.M.P? Why-”, but she cut him off.

“Daaaad, what did I just say about supporting my dreams?”, she whined.

“No, no, your right sweetie. Daddies sorry. Look, I’ll call Blitzo right now”, he proceeded to pull the phone from the wall and ring up his usual booty call.

“Oh no”, Blitzo groaned.  

“You’re going to have to pick it up”, Loona told him.

“I know”, Blitzo said, bracing himself as he pressed the answer button, “Hello Stolas”

“Blitzo”, Stolas cooed, “my handsome little imp. How’s that bulging red cock of yours?”

“DAD”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m actually calling to ask a favor of you Blitzo”

“Oh no, not again”

“And you can’t say no. I gave you my grimoire, remember” “What do you want Stolas”, Blitzo sighed.  

“I want you to give my daughter a job”

“A job?”

“She wants to be your company chef”

“I don’t know…”, Blitzo started.  

“Tell them they don’t have to pay me”, Octavia whispered.  

“She says she’ll work for free”

“She’s hired!”, Blitzo shouted as soon as he heard the word ‘free’, “She starts tomorrow” and he hung up the phone.

And so, Octavia became the official I.M.P. company chef, and her plan for revenge was put into motion.  The I.M.P. crew was suspicious at first.  

“What are your qualifications?”, asked Moxxie her first day on the job, “Do you have your safe food handling license?”

“How’s this for qualifications”, Octavia responded as she placed a steaming plate of roast pork and mashed potatoes in front of him. The savory aroma of the food rose to his nostrils and instantly Moxxie’s mouth began to salivate.  

“Wow that smells good”, chimed Millie.

“Don’t worry, I made more than enough for everyone”, Octavia proclaimed joyously.

From that moment on, no one working at I.M.P. ever went hungry again, in fact they gorged themselves at every meal. Octavia’s time learning from the greats had not only given her the ability to cook mouth-watering meals, but it had also taught her how to make them as calorie dense as possible. Everything she made had copious amounts of fat, salt, and sugar; and before they knew it, Blitzo, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona, were all addicted to Octavia’s cooking.  

She made them pies, cakes, stews, braises, skewers, and roasts. Every meal she continued to steadily increase the portion size until each employee was eating enough for a dozen people, and still they always asked for seconds (and sometimes thirds, and even fifths). Octavia would pile their plates with food until it reached the ceiling and watch gleefully as they devoured every morsel.  

“Now remember to chew”, she remined playfully as she set Moxxie’s towering plate of dinner in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah, uh-hu, uh-hu, chew. Got it”, Moxxie said rabidly, drool already hanging down his chin in anticipation of the meal. As soon as the plate touched the table, he began shoveling the contents sloppily into his mouth.  

The Moxxie sitting at the table was nothing like the Moxxie he had been only three months before. This plump imp had more than doubled in weight, and his entire body jiggled with fat each time he took a step. None of his old clothes could fit him, so he wore baggy sweatpants and a white tank-top which stretched thin over his fleshy body. His once nimble hands now resembled sausages, and attached to droopy, thick, tube arms. His belly was so large he had to push it down and squish it under the table in order to eat. His ass had also grown considerably, and Blitzo had had to order special chairs to accommodate the crews’ growing rears.  

He snorted and grunted as he swallowed the food, barely bothering to chew. Finishing the last bites on the plate, he let out a sizable belch, before presenting it to Octavia for more. To his surprise, the ever-dutiful chef was nowhere to be seen.  

As he was pigging out the owl had stealthily moved behind him. Giggling as she looked down upon the fat little imp, Octavia stretched her beak as wide as it could go.
“Wah!”, Moxxie yelped in confusion as his vision went black.

Octavia had taken her wide-open beak and wrapped it around Moxxie’s head. Clamping down hard, she lifted the pudgy imp into the air above her head. Same as how owls on earth do, she choked her prey down until it was firmly in her gullet. Moxxie’s soft malleable body pressed against her throat as she worked him towards her stomach. Finally, as the stumpy legs disappeared into her beak, she constricted her muscles and in one gulp sent the unsuspecting imp careening into her belly.

Her stomach bulged as Moxxie was pushed inside, and it wobbled violently before settling. Octavia dabbed a napkin to her lips and let out a petite little urp.

One down, and many more to go.  

Moxxie had suffocated shortly after reaching Octavia’s stomach, but he took longer to digest than she had expected. Immediately after eating the imp Octavia had retired to her bed for a well-deserved digestion nap. But when she awoke, she was dismayed to find him still stewing in her gut, mostly solid. She had tried smacking the bulge several times, and while the fatty mass inside had quaked uncontrollably, the most this was able to do was produce a string of belches and burps to come from her beak.

It was slow going, but she was able to break him down with time. She found that indulging in her own cooking helped stimulate her gut to do its thing. Octavia had worried, when the bump of Moxxie was still clearly visible at work the next day, the crew would become privy to her plan. However, the remaining I.M.P employees were so busy eating the food she had made, they didn’t even notice her dramatically changed figure.  

In fact, Millie, so distraught by the disappearance of her husband, had begun to eat even more. Instead of looking for clients, or going on missions, she spent her days crying and pigging out in the I.M.P. office. Blitzo and Loona had tried talking to her, but they only got sobs and spittle in response as Millie continued to shove food into her face.  

As Moxxie began to make his way through Octavia’s digestive track, she too began to grow fat. It started with not being able to button her pants, and by the end she had developed her own jutting gut and chunk spread throughout her body. Despite Moxxie’s size when she had eaten him, Octavia was still relatively normal looking, as the Owl demon was considerably taller than the imps. She reveled in her new physique, and even went on a shopping spree to purchase clothes that showed off her new assets.

Tits and ass nearly exploding from her top and pants, Octavia approached the distraught, food covered, Millie. Her belly swinging as she walked.  

“Hey Mills, how are you feeling,” she asked.

“Bad”, Millie responded between bites of cake.

“Is the cake good?”, Octavia whistled.

Millie gave a small nod as she swallowed.

“I’m glad. Say, how long has it been since Moxxie went
missing?”

“One month today!”, Millie answered, beginning a new round of violent sobs. In that time, she had not moved once from the table, and with the constant eating and zero exercise, Millie’s form had changed drastically. The special-order chairs were not enough to contain her, and her flabby rear-end spilled off the sides and onto the floor in all directions. Millie’s torso had grown so large it was difficult to tell where it ended, and her arms began. Her clothes had long ago been torn to shreds, exploded, by Millie’s expanding body, and she sat as a naked pile of jiggling fat at the table. Her stomach protruded well past her thick stumpy legs and sagged pitifully over her knees.  

Straining to reach past her balloon shaped breasts Millie grabbed a piece of fried chicken. She shoved it into the hole above her flabby chin, and pieces went flying out of her mouth as she chewed.  

“I’m glad you enjoy my cooking”, Octavia started, “My plan is working better than I ever could have imagined”

“Plan?”, Millie whimpered between bites of chicken.  

“I’m fattening up the Immediate Murder Professionals so I can have a nice filling meal”, she explained, “You guys ruined my life, so now I’m going to end yours”  

Millie’s eyes grew wide with realization.

“If you’re looking for your dear husband, he’s right here”, Octavia said slapping her fat gut.  

Millie’s eyes narrowed with anger.

“You bitch!”, she screamed, “I’ll kill you”

Millie lunged for Octavia, but her body had changed drastically, and her muscles were not strong enough to move the mountain of fat. She struggled to lift herself from the chair, and once she did her legs wobbled and caved under her weight before she could even take a step.  

Octavia threw her head back and roared with laughter.  

“I’ll get you”, Millie growled as she attempted to claw her way to Octavia.  

“Aww, this is almost cute”, Octavia sneered.  

Millie was powerless as Octavia circled around her, taunting her by squeezing and shaking her fattened body.

“Don’t fret, you’ll be joining him soon”, Octavia said menacingly, as she finally descended on the blob of fat on the floor.  

Octavia snapped her beak on Millie’s flabby and protruding ass. Waves rippled through her fat as Octavia tried to snap her jaws further over Millie. Her plan had worked a little too well, and she was having trouble fitting the copious mound of flesh in her mouth.  

“I hope you choke, you fat bitch,” Millie yelled as Octavia struggled to fit her into her beak.  

Grabbing with all her strength, Octavia used her beak to fling Millie into the air. She soared straight up, and the fat rippled around her as she fell, ass first, into Octavia’s awaiting throat. Octavia stumbled, off-balance, for a moment as the weight of Millie landed in her mouth. But gravity did its thing, and soon the soft, squishy ball of imp was making its way to Octavia’s gut. She waited until Millie had sunk all the way into her throat before gulping her down completely.  

Octavia fell forward as the massive imp was pushed into her stomach. Her weight landed on the now rotund sphere that jutted out of her midsection. Leaning down, one hand reaching around and squeezing the fat on her gut to steady herself, Octavia stood for a moment panting. The imp she had just swallowed was half the size she was, and Octavia’s stomach ached from being stretched to such a degree. Octavia grunted as she tried to lift the heft of her belly. She was able to carry it a few feet before having to stop and rest. The massive perfect sphere of her stomach was hard as a rock but gurgled promisingly. Octavia, nearly immobile, stood there as she felt her stomach juices fill the cracks between Millie’s fat rolls. The imp was surprisingly quiet in there, although Octavia did feel a few half-hearted struggles every now and then.  

Octavia felt a large bubble rise to the top of her throat, and she made no effort to hold back the belch that erupted from her. Along with it came the tattered remains of Millie’s shirt and pants. Octavia patted her belly and gave it words of encouragement as it began to try and work through the greasy meal.  

Suddenly Octavia felt her gut heave. Startled, she clasped her hands to her mouth as she felt something clawing up her throat. Octavia was about to cry out when a set of pudgy fingers pushed her hand out of the way and forced its way out of her beak. Mouth full of tubby arm, Octavia watched in horror as another one of Millie’s arms pushed its way out of her gut. The imp had almost dragged her shoulders out of Octavia’s beak when Octavia finally collected herself. With a large and forceful gulp, Octavia shoved Millie back inside her.  

Panting again, she dragged herself to the table. Her stomach was already straining to hold the contents of the morbidly obese imp, but Octavia was determined not to let Millie escape. She grabbed a handful of Millie’s unfinished food and shoved it into her mouth. Swallowing painfully, she grabbed another, and another. Forcing it down her gullet, a bump began to form on top of her already engorged belly.  
Finishing the last scraps on the table, Octavia sat back and drew in a deep breath. Moving was impossible now, but she had assured that Millie was sealed in. Face streaked with bits of food; Octavia drifted into a peaceful slumber.  

In it she dreamed wonderful dreams. Despite what you might think, her plot of revenge had only just begun.    
Octavia sat at her desk, humming to herself and tapping her foot. She could not remember the last time she felt this happy. Tapping the pen against her beak, she was lost in thought as she pondered what the next line of her new song should be. A spark of inspiration came, and she bent down and began furiously scribbling on the paper in front of her. Her wide and flabby gut pressed up against the table as she did so, and she had to push the paper further away from her in order to see past her voluptuous breasts.  

It had been a month since she had fought the imp Millie, and her stomach had almost worked through all of its meal. The giant lump of lard that Millie had become before her death had taken a surprising amount of work to digest. Octavia had woken many nights to the incessant gurgles of her stomach, and the indigestion she felt was legendary. During the worst of it, Octavia had found gallon buckets of vanilla ice cream to be the only remedy. One would think that the ingestion of massive amounts of sugar and dairy would have worsened her troubles, but Octavia had found that her gut now hungered for high calorie foods.

The dark surrounds you
Do you feel your time was gone too soon
I was the one you always looked through
But now look at me
I’m so close to being free

The chair underneath her creaked and threatened to break as she leaned back into it. She paused a moment to reflect on what she had wrote, she basked in the quiet veil that covered her home. Ever since she had learned culinary magic, her house had become a much more tranquil place. Being able to think clearly without the sounds of a broken marriage to muddy her thoughts, Octavia jotted down a few more lines of her song.

Feeling satisfied with the progress she had made, Octavia stood up from her desk and began getting ready for work. She had to scrounge through her closet to find clothes that fit. Her body had grown significantly in the month since she had eaten Millie, and now none of the clothes in hell could fit over her massive frame. She finally settled on a xxxl version of her favorite pink and yellow star patterned dress and classic black leggings. Looking at herself in the mirror she made a mental note to schedule another appointment with the tailor. The fabric of the pink dress was stretched thin over her ample bosom, and the size of her new bulbous stomach made it so the dress rode up almost past her butt. Tugging it down to try and cover her fat ass, she heard a tear in the fabric. Her black leggings were similarly stretched thin and translucent over her thick jiggling thighs. In places the fabric was see through, and it cut into the middle of her stomach, shaping it into two noticeable rolls. Her fingers had grown chubby, and the only part of her arms that didn’t sag with fat were her wrists. Octavia took a moment to admire her new body before heading to the kitchen.  

Because of her time studying under the greatest chefs, Octavia had developed a rather refined pallet, and after digesting nearly 600 lbs. of imp she was always hungry. She liked her food with copious amounts of salt, fat, and sugar; and she liked her own cooking best. However, she spent so much of her day cooking for the I.M.P. employees that she found herself too tired to make her own food. Despite there only being two employees left, being the I.M.P. personal chef was tough, grueling, work.  

So, for her own meals, Octavia opted to summon food from the human world. Opening a portal to earth had once seemed like an unattainable feat, but she had found that has her body grew so did her magic powers. She had gotten in the habit of, every morning, opening a small portal to the earth and taking whatever food she pleased for her breakfast. Today she felt like starting her day off with something sweet, so she summoned dessert for breakfast. Octavia rotated her wrist and drew a circle with her fingers, as she did so a ring of purple light appeared above the table. Out of the ring dropped three chocolate cakes. Octavia snapped her fingers and sparks spat out from the edge of the ring. A four-tiered wedding cake fell onto the table. Five more snaps and two gallons of banana pudding, five dozen brownies, three sheets of rainbow gelatin, seventeen cannoli, and three hundred macaroons, came soaring into hell and onto Octavia’s table. Pleased with the spread, Octavia placed a napkin on her lap and began eating her breakfast.      

After finishing her generous breakfast, Octavia headed to the I.M.P. office.  

“I just don’t know what happened to me,” Blitzo sobbed.  “Shut your fat mouth”, replied Loona.

This morning Octavia was greeted with an unusual sight in the I.M.P. headquarters. Blitzo was in his seat at the head of the table, and Loona sat opposite him typing away on her phone. What was unusual about this scene, however, was the pile of used tissues surrounding Blitzo along with his puffy, tear-stained face.  

“I’m getting fat,” he continued to sob, although this statement seemed aimed at no one in particular.  

“I said shut it!”, Loona snapped.  

“WWWAAAAA”, Blitzo cried while noisily blowing his nose.  

“Uhhh”, Octavia was unsure what to do as she entered the room. Upon seeing her, Blitzo perked up.

Between sniffles he asked, “Octavia, could you make us your buttermilk frosted pancakes? Daddy’s not feeling well. Emotionally”

“Oh my god gross. Never call yourself daddy ever again,” Loona moaned.

“Uhh, sure,” Octavia stammered before rushing out of the room as quickly as she could.  
She hurried to the kitchen and began mixing the batter for Blitzo’s pancakes. Her mind was racing as she poured in the sugar. She had set her plan in motion months ago and had actually been shocked at how well it was working. The imps and hellhound were even stupider than she had predicted and fattening them up had been a piece of cake (and a large piece of cake at that). She had had a moment of panic when Moxxie’s bulge had been clearly visible in her gut, but that had worked itself out on its own, and Blitzo and Loona didn’t even seem to notice that Millie had disappeared. The idiot demons hadn’t even noticed she was paying their companies rent, since the team hadn’t had a client in months.  

She had continued to fatten up Blitzo, and he was almost ready for her to eat. But now all of that was in danger. She heated the griddle and began cooking the pancakes. If Blitzo had noticed and was upset at how much weight he had gained, he was surely on the path to discovering her plan. Even an imp as stupid as Blitzo would figure it out eventually. And there was the problem of Loona. Octavia had made sure to keep the hellhound well fed at all times, but she also knew the risks of making her stomach grow. It was a balancing act between giving Loona enough food so she was always full, and not so much that Loona would be able to eat Octavia if her plot was discovered.  

At the moment, the hellhound seemed satisfied, so Octavia turned her attention to Blitzo. She stacked the pancakes ten feet tall, and coated them completely in caramel, chocolate, vanilla frosting, syrup, and sprinkles. The scene in the conference room was unchanged when Octavia served them breakfast. Despite the tears over his new balloon like appearance, Blitzo dug in as soon as the plate was in front of him. Loona seemed apathetic towards the food, but as Octavia was heading back to the kitchen, she caught Loona stuffing the pancakes into her face with gusto.

Assured that her future snacks were well occupied, Octavia began brainstorming a way to distract Blitzo from his newfound curves.  

Blitzo had indeed grown since Octavia had begun employment at his company, even more so than she’d planned. Blitzo was unique among the crew in that he didn’t seem to care what Octavia put in front of him. Moxxie, Millie, and Loona had been very picky about what foods Octavia cooked for them, but Blitzo would’ve eaten a plate of garbage if she had served it to him. Sitting in his steel reinforced chair, Blitzo’s back side, and side sides, sagged all the way to the floor. When he stood, his gut was so large that it dragged across the floor as he walked.

Having long outgrown his trench coat, Blitzo now wore a potato sack as clothing. His arms had become thick stumps poking out of his waterlogged-corpse-of-the-stay-puft-marshmallow man body, and his legs were defined by rolls upon rolls of fat. The only reason he could move at all, was that the physics of Hell worked differently than on earth.  

A bell rang in the kitchen, signaling Octavia was being summoned to the conference room. When she entered Blitzo and Loona had just finished eating their pancakes.  

“Octavia,” Blitzo said while chewing his next to last bit, “You know I love your food. But I think this company needs to start offering uhh…diet meals. Not for me of course. I’m just worried about my Loony’s health”

Licking the last of the syrup off her plate, Loona snorted at Blitzo’s statement and left the room.  

“Don’t tell her”, Blitzo whispered loudly, “but I think she’s put on a couple extra pounds”

Octavia looked toward the ground and shifted nervously. Inside she felt her heart racing. As a predator demon she felt no danger from Blitzo, but if he was to catch on to her plan and alert Loona, that could be trouble for her.  

“Oh, don’t make that face. It’s a compliment Octavia”, Blitzo blurted out, “Your cooking is just that good”

Octavia felt a wave of relief wash over her. The brainless imp had no clue what she was up to.  

“I will consult my recipes, and look for some lighter options”, she said with sincerity, “For Loona, of course”, she added.  

“I’m glad we’re on the same page”, Blitzo said.

“Totally”, replied Octavia, with a sly wink to the camera.  

As Octavia was leaving, Blitzo cleared his throat. In the doorway, she turned to the bloated little imp.

“Octavia,” he said bashfully, “could you bring me some of your cookies when you get the chance?”

Octavia just smiled and left the room.  

That night, just as she was drifting into sleep, Octavia had an idea. She knew exactly how to ease Blitzo’s worries. Donning a luxurious purple robe, Octavia headed downstairs. Entering the front hall, she pulled back the curtains and the brilliant light of the moon flooded the hall, illuminating Stolas, standing like a statue against the wall. Octavia snapped her fingers and Stolas’ four eyes opened slowly.  

“Father, I have a task for you”, Octavia said.

“What is it?”, Stolas purred, “You know I’d do anything for my dear owlet”

“I need you to fuck Blitzo”, Octavia explained, “Fuck his brains out, fuck him so good he has no brains left”

“Oooo”, chortled Stolas, “consider it done”

“But make sure to come right back to the house when you’re done. And don’t let anyone see you”, Octavia snapped.

A puzzled look crossed Stolas’ face, “Why?”, he started to ask.

Octavia snapped her fingers again and Stolas’ expression went blank. Limbs moving to a rhythm only he could hear, Stolas marched out of the house. With the knowledge her plan could continue, Octavia headed back to bed.  

The next few weeks were largely uneventful for Octavia. She went to work, fed the remaining I.M.P. crew, and every night let Stolas out of the house so he could fuck Blitzo. The smarmy little imp continued to stuff his face and was almost big enough for her to eat. Stolas had convinced Blitzo the fatter he was, the more sex appeal he had. This had caused the imp to eat even more, to the point where Octavia sometimes struggled to keep up with his appetite. Just as she was finishing up making dinner, she heard the door to the kitchen open, and Loona entered the room.

“Oh”, Octavia said startled, Loona had never visited her in the kitchen before, “I was just about to bring out second dinner”

Loona took a moment and scanned the kitchen. Her red eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting her predator canine nature. Octavia had immediately noticed Loona was smarter than the other I.M.P. employees and for this reason had done her best to avoid the hellhound. Loona raised her muzzle and sniffed the air.

“Smells good”, she said flatly.

“Yeah. It’s umm”, Octavia stammered, growing nervous at the hellhound’s presence, “a braised lamb shank. I got the recipe from Chef, uhm, Boyardee”

“Huh”, Loona grunted. She again scanned the kitchen, eyes finally snapping to the Owl, “I haven’t seen Moxxie or Millie lately”

In that moment Octavia knew that if she were a human her face would have turned ghost white.

“Hey, yeah”, she said fumbling for words, “Now that you mention it, I guess it has been some time since those two have been in the office”  

She felt the fat on her butt jiggle as she shifted her weight, “Maybe they went on uhhh…holiday?”

Loona’s eyes narrowed, “Blitzo seems to be acting strange too”
 
“I hadn’t noticed”, Octavia gulped nervously, “He seems normal to me”

Loona fixated on Octavia. Octavia could feel Loona’s eyes burning into her, and she became cognizant of her fattened body. Trying to be inconspicuous, she moved behind a counter. This did nothing to hide her bulk. Suddenly, for no reason, Loona relaxed. Her shoulders slumped and her expression returned to its usual apathetic gaze.  

“Whatever”, she said sounding utterly disengaged, “I just came to see if you had any kind of booze. I’m craving a fucking margarita”

“I can make you one of my specialty bacon margaritas?”, Octavia said trying not to let the feeling of relief slip into her voice.  

Loona cracked a small grin, “You know just what I like”

Octavia had wanted to wait another week before eating Blitzo, but her brush with Loona had indicated she needed to up the timeline of her plot. So, she decided she would feast that night. Just as the moon was starting to peak over the horizon, she sent Stolas on one final, late night, rendezvous.  

“I need him to be completely and totally exhausted”, she instructed, “Don’t leave until he’s immobile. Got it?”

Stolas indicated he understood and rushed off into the night. Octavia followed him and was surprised to see him enter the I.M.P. office through a window. She knew that inside Stolas would soon be bending Blitzo over and wrecking his asshole, and that after she would be full of over 400lbs of fat red imp. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation, yet she was still nervous. Logically she knew she should be saving room for the absolute mammoth meal that was ahead of her, but she couldn’t stop herself from stress eating.  

It started with a few mice she caught running through the bushes. She held them by the tail and dangled them over her mouth. Letting go, she felt the warm fuzzy creature struggle violently against her tongue, but the more they fought for their lives, the further into Octavia’s gullet they slid. They were so paltry her stomach didn’t even register she had eaten anything.  

Through the windows of the I.M.P. office she could see the outline of her boss and her dad having sex. Stolas reached down and grabbed Blitzo’s horns as he thrust aggressively against the imp’s backside. Octavia watched with amusement as Blitzo’s mass of fat rocked back and forth with the rhythm of Stolas’ thrusting. The Owl demon tossed Blitzo onto the table, and his fleshy body rippled with the impact. Rolling him onto his back, Stolas grabbed Blitzo’s ankles and spread his chubby legs apart. Octavia summoned a rack of ribs to munch on as she watched from the bushes.  

After an hour the lights in the office switched off, and she caught the shadow of her father running out the front door shortly after. Knowing this was the big moment, Octavia licked the barbeque sauce from her fingers and headed into the building.  

Careful not to make any noise, she creeped up to the entrance to the conference room and cracked the door open. She was greeted with a sound that was uncannily similar to an industrial air pump. Opening the door further, she could see Blitzo, asleep on his back, in the middle of what appeared to be a demolished conference table. Being a silent predator of the night, Octavia tip toed into the room. Without warning, the air pump noise stopped. Terrified she had awoken Blitzo, Octavia stood still hardly daring to breathe. After a moment the noise resumed and Octavia relaxed, it was just Blitzo’s obesity induced sleep apnea.  

Octavia felt her mouthwatering as she approached the naked mass of fat on the floor. She knelt down and got on her hands and knees. Her stomach rumbled expectantly as she inched herself closer to Blitzo’s hooves. With the sounds of Blitzo’s snores as her underscore, Octavia stretched her beak as wide as it could go. She gingerly scooped her head down and locked Blitzo’s feet into her mouth. She could taste the long hours she had spent in the kitchen in his sweat, he was sweet. He tasted of revenge. Octavia relaxed her throat and slowly pushed her body forward. She felt the tip of Blitzo’s hooves slide down her throat, and her lips were stretched as she made her way up to his thighs. Using every muscle in her body, she gulped and forced his feet into her stomach. With his ginormous, lard filled, ass in her mouth, and staring down Blitzo’s enormous gut, Octavia now realized the task she had undertaken. It had been a slow and gradual process, but the imp had eaten so much of Octavia’s food that he, while still shorter, was now larger than she was.  

Octavia’s throat bulged with the weight of Blitzo’s rear and she struggled to swallow again. He moved an inch further into her belly, and she found herself at the precipice of his sagging belly rolls. Octavia gathered her strength and began slowly working her beak over the bottom of Blitzo’s gut. Her jaw ached as she forced it open wider to accommodate his girth. Patiently she used small gulps to slowly bring Blitzo into her stomach, inch by inch. She had worked her way up to his navel when Blitzo awoke.  

He smacked his lips groggily, eyes closed.  

“Mmmhh,” he moaned still half asleep, “Stolas you know I’m not into any of that feet shit”

He waved a hand in the air and giggled. “Hee-hee, knock it off you big horny owl”

Octavia had not expected Blitzo to wake up. She wished she could laugh, maybe do a super villain style monologue about how she was wronged, and how Blitzo was just a dumb little imp, and his friends had disappeared because she had eaten them. But alas, her mouth was full of Blitzo’s flabby body. Instead, she gulped again. With the largest part of Blitzo in her throat she was able to pull him into her stomach all the way up to his what was once his ribcage.  

“Hey, what’s going on? Why is it so hot in here? What is this, hell? Ouch, that hurts Stolas!”, it was then that Blitzo opened his eyes.  

“Stolas where are you?”, he was face to face with Octavia, “Octavia, what are you doing at the office after hours? You know we don’t pay overtime”

As he became accustomed to his surroundings, Blitzo suddenly realized he was halfway to Octavia’s stomach.  

“Octavia! What the fuck! What are you doing to me?!”

A bit late for that realization, Octavia thought to herself as she gulped again. Having worked through the widest part of Blitzo, her stomach was now greedily sucking the fat imp inside.  

“Fuck, shit, piss, motherfucker, asshole, baby-licker, cuntass, Hitlers-bastard-son, goddamn, pussylicking-”

Blitzo’s string of curses continued as Octavia gulped again. With that motion Blitzo’s thick midsection slid into Octavia’s gut. Her already fat ladened stomach bulged to enormous proportions as the weight of the imp slithered into it. She felt her knees leave the floor as all the fat being pushed into her stomach lifted her body upwards. She was now teetering forward with only Blitzo’s chest, arms, and head, sticking out of her mouth.  

“-monkey’s uncle, piss taking, ass licking, fucktard, bitch, whore, fucker, incest-faced, god honoring, tit sucking, baby, stupid, door-knob licker-”

Octavia relaxed her throat and hauled herself forward. Blitzo was now up to his arm pits in Octavia’s mouth, despite his immediate peril he kept stringing together an increasingly creative series of curses and insults. Octavia gulped again, this time with force, and Blitzo’s shoulders disappeared into her throat. His man boobs were pushed up against his face and his words became muffled.  

“hebfienaskmfvgjndsfnlkdsknasdbjfjlfsjlfdnjfdnsfdk”, he cried as she gulped again.  

Now only the very tips of his pointy red fingers remained. On the outside his curved horns were visible, poking out of Octavia’s neck. Feeling her victory close at hand, Octavia wrapped her beak around Blitzo’s fingers, and with one final gulp, sent the imp to the fiery pits of her insides.  

Octavia pushed with her arms and managed to rock herself back, so her knees touched the floor once again. She sat back on her heels and admired her prize. She could feel Blitzo’s spikes poking into the walls of her stomach, but it didn’t hurt, it felt like victory. Her gut trembled violently, and a hell- shattering belch flew from her lips. It was so powerful the walls of the I.M.P. office shook.  

She rubbed her bloated belly and noted with satisfaction that it felt hard as a rock. Despite the difference in height, Blitzo’s mass bulged out and more than doubled the size of her belly. His fat was packed in tight, and she felt there was no room left in her stomach as she repositioned herself. Blitzo was the biggest meal she’d eaten yet and she knew with certainty she was glued to the floor by the weight of her stomach. So, she decided her only option was to sleep on the floor in the I.M.P. conference room while her gut worked through Blitzo. After settling into a comfortable position, she had just closed her eyes when she heard the door creak open.  

Her eyes grew wide as she saw a looming figure silhouetted in the doorway. There was a dramatic flash of lightning outside which illuminated the snarling face of Loona.  

“Where’s my dad,” she growled.  
Blitzo was the biggest meal she’d eaten yet and she knew with certainty she was glued to the floor by the weight of her stomach. So, she decided her only option was to sleep on the floor in the I.M.P. conference room while her gut worked through Blitzo. After settling into a comfortable position, she had just closed her eyes when she heard the door creak open.  

Her eyes grew wide as she saw a looming figure silhouetted in the doorway. There was a dramatic flash of lightning outside which illuminated the snarling face of Loona.  

“Where’s my dad?” she growled.  

Octavia felt a wave of fear wash over her as she looked into the sharp white fangs of the hellhound. They glinted silver in the moonlight, and she could see beads of saliva dripping from their narrow tips. Using the adrenaline rushing through her, and an extraordinary amount of effort, Octavia sat up. She tried to stand but found her muscles unable to win over the amount of gravity pulling the mass of her stomach to the floor. She was glued in place.

Loona took a step towards the helpless and stuffed Octavia. The ground shook as she walked. Octavia had been precise with the hellhound’s portions for every meal, but she now noticed that pound for pound, Loona had kept pace with Octavia in terms of size. Loona’s breasts had exploded from her crop top, which now was stretched to a thin band that barely covered her nipples. her round, thick, stomach spilled over her black shorts and hung halfway down her thighs. The long grey socks she wore cut into the chunky rolls on her thighs, creating a deep indent in her flesh.  

Octavia wracked her brain for spells, incantations, anything to get her out of the office alive and not inside Loona’s stomach. But her mind was clouded with fear and sluggish from the enormous meal she had just eaten. Loona was upon her now. The wolf-girl stood at her feet and loomed over Octavia, her red and black eyes fixated on the owl demon.  

Octavia squeezed her eyes shut, “I’m not going to apologize. Your whore of a father ruined my life, I’m not sorry”

She prepared herself for the hellhound’s jaws, the sharp teeth grating against her feathers, the tight darkness of Loona’s throat. But the hot, wet, dog-breath never came. Octavia cautiously cracked open an eye, and saw Loona wasn’t attacking her, but had her hand extended outward. Octavia opened her eyes fully and scanned the dog. Her ears and tail were upright and perky and her silver coat lay flat on her body. No signs of aggression.

Tentatively Octavia reached out and grabbed Loona’s hand. Loona clamped down with her other hand and pulled Octavia’s arm upward.

“Nerrgguh,” Loona grunted, “Fuck. That old dirtbag sure was fat, you’re fucking heavy. Come on, you’re too fat for me to pull you up myself, I need you to help. Okay. One, two, three!”

On ‘three’ Loona pulled and Octavia was able to rock herself onto her feet. Loona grasped her under the armpits and working together they managed to get Octavia standing. Octavia rested her ample figure on the mass of Blitzo in her stomach. It groaned and squelched with the shift in position. She wasn’t sure, but she could’ve sworn she heard faint yelling and cussing coming from within.  

Octavia looked up and found Loona’s face inches from her own. There was a rumbling in her stomach, and she couldn’t hold back the belch that erupted from her beak. Horror gripped her as she burped in Loona’s face.

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” said the hellhound.  

To Octavia’s surprise, she wasn’t offended by this, but sounded like she was turned on. Without warning, Loona closed the gap between herself and Octavia and kissed the owl. Octavia felt Loona’s warm lips cover her beak, and she was powerless to resist. She kissed her back and the two stood there, the gurgling mass of Blitzo between them, in a passionate embrace.

Octavia pulled away, and using her thumb, delicately wiped the saliva from Loona’s bottom lip.

“Loona, I don’t get it. I ate your da-,” Octavia started, Loona put a finger to Octavia’s lips and bade her quiet.

“I know,” she purred, “And you ate Moxxie and Millie too. I thought it was suspicious that you, a rich noble woman, would want to work for no pay as our chef. Rich people are never that generous. Blitzo was a fool. When Moxxie mysteriously disappeared, my suspicions were confirmed” Loona smacked Octavia’s fat ass, causing a cascade of ripples, “Not that hard to put two and two together”

Octavia felt a little of the puff leave her feathers. Apparently, she had overestimated the cleverness of her plan, and underestimated the stupidity of the imps. There was some good that came out of it however, Loona wasn’t angry. She was smitten.  

“But you didn’t say anything?” Octavia probed, wondering if this was some long con that would end with Loona using Octavia to fatten herself up.  

Loona shrugged, “I wanted to see if the imps could figure it out by themselves. They look better on your thighs anyways. And your cooking’s amazing, I was not about to give that up”

The hellhound leaned on the squishy bulk of Octavia’s stomach, propping herself up on her elbows she began tracing circles on Octavia’s gut. Lightly, she moved over the bumps and ridges of Blitzo’s spikes and horns.

“You know if you really want to get revenge on your parents,” Loona said looking thoughtfully at Octavia’s squirming gut, “you should eat them. I don’t just say that because I want to watch” she shot a grin at Octavia before resting her head on the owl demons engorged stomach.

Octavia raised a hand and begun stroking Loona’s fur. It was soft and silky, and every pass of her hand caused a whiff of lavender to rise from Loona’s fur. Her gut let out a long, low, moan as it tried to digest Blitzo. Octavia could sense this meal would require significantly more work to break down than the others. The uncomfortable bloat from earlier had eased, but she could still feel the imp alive and moving inside her. Another moan signaled her gut was protesting.

“I wouldn’t mind having a taste of that Stella either,” Loona added.
  
She was either unaware, or purposely ignoring her adoptive fathers’ struggles. Octavia smiled dreamily. Her and Loona really were a match made in hell.  

“If that’s the case, then you’re going to enjoy what I have waiting for us at my house,” Octavia said deviously.  

Loona’s ears perked up.  

“But I’m not going to be able to move anywhere with this chunk of lard in my gut. So, we have two options, we can wait the three months it will take me to digest Blitzo, or you help me”

“Obviously I’m going to help you,” Loona said, pushing away her hand and standing up before Octavia even finished talking, “I want my treat”

Octavia shot a grin back at Loona. She raised a hand and, with a puff of black smoke, a book appeared in it. She handed the book to Loona.

“I know you’re familiar with our magic. I’ve been wanting to try this spell, but sadly it’s not one you can use on yourself,” Octavia explained.

Loona pulled back the cover of the book, and as she did so the pages began turning forward in a flurry of paper and ink. Finally settling on a portion of text halfway through the book. Loona’s eyes scanned the pages, her brows furrowed as she took in the information within them.  

“Okay, this doesn’t look too hard,” she said, closing the book. Despite her confident attitude, there was a hint of unease in her voice.

“For you, it won’t be,” Octavia said reassuringly.  
Loona nodded and the book disappeared from her hands as quickly as it had appeared in Octavia’s. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Closing her eyes, she moved her hands so they were hovering millimeters above Octavia’s stomach. They trembled as she began to mutter the incantation for the spell.

“Don’t worry,” Octavia said grasping Loona’s shaking hands in her own, “You got this. You’re my moonbeam, here to guide my way” she planted a wet kiss on Loona’s cheek.  

Loona steadied herself and resumed her position. This time she chanted the incantations with certainty, letting the words pour from her lips like honey. A glowing pentagram formed on Octavia’s belly, as Loona continued the spell runes and ancient symbols started to appear. The glow was dim at first, it was coming from inside Octavia and its light was obscured by fat and feathers. As the spell grew in ferocity, the glowing image got brighter, as it was making its way to the surface. Octavia sucked in a breath as the glow erupted from her skin. It shined with a brilliant white light, before quickly fading and then going away all together.  

“Did it work?” Loona said, looking skeptically at Octavia’s unchanged and still swollen gut.

“I don’t kn- GUA!”, midway through Octavia’s sentence, a massive ripple surged through her stomach. A look of concern filled her face, then her jaw went slack, and her eyes lulled with pleasure.  

“Ahug,” she moaned as more ripples coursed through her belly, “I’m, nahg, digesting him. It worked”

Her belly continued to ripple and surge. It looked as if something was boiling within her, as bubbles pushed against the skin then popped with a thick squelch. A wave of ecstasy rushed over Octavia as she felt Blitzo melt inside of her. She grabbed her belly in both hands as the bubbling began to subside. It was replaced with a turning sensation, as if her gut were a tumble dryer set to max tumble.  

Loona took a step back to watch the spell do its work. She noted with envy the look of pleasure in Octavia’s half open eyes and drooling tongue. Once the bubbles had stopped, she could see Octavia’s stomach looked much smoother and less lumpy, although it was still massive. There was a pause and for a moment the air in the office hung still. A weird look came over Octavia’s face, one Loona couldn’t describe. She was about to ask if the Owl was okay when Octavia’s eyes suddenly grew wide.

 This was followed by what was probably the biggest burp in the history of hell. Loona, big as she was, was thrown against the wall by the violent eruption of gas. Even then, the burp continued, splattering her face with saliva and hitting her with a scent that was reminiscent of Blitzo’s underarms. Loona tried to peel her body away from the wall, but the string of gas Octavia was expelling from her mouth held her in place. Finally, the belch ended. Loona slid down to the floor panting, and she could hear Octavia was similarly out of breath.  

“I’m so sorry, you’re not hurt are you,” Loona looked up to see Octavia peering at her worriedly, “I didn’t know that would happen”

The only response Loona could muster was a breathless, “wow”.
 
The spell had worked incredibly well. There was no trace of the obese imp anywhere in Octavia’s gut. Her belly had returned to its original size, albeit rounder and with a new layer of fat, the rest of the imp had gone to other, choice, parts of her body. Her breasts had swelled to enormous proportions and were popping out of her bra. The simple black leggings she wore had stretched to their breaking point and her growing ass cheeks had ripped them to shreds. Her fingers were still long and slender, but the area of her forearm past the wrists jiggled like water balloons. Loona found this change incredibly sexy.

“Fuck,” Octavia said craning her neck to look at her behind, “These were my favorite pair of leggings”

“You look great,” Loona said, still in awe.

“Thank you,” Octavia said bashfully. She stood a moment, twirling a section of her bangs with one finger, avoiding Loona’s eyes. “It’s going to be even harder to find clothes that fit”, she mumbled, finally looking up to Loona, “I feel like a balloon”. To her surprise, Loona leaped forward and planted another kiss on her lips. The fur on the hellhounds chin tickled her beak.

“A sexy balloon,” Loona said, pulling away just long enough to utter this sentiment before continuing to kiss Octavia.

The embrace of the two girls from hell was broken by a long, low, growl from Octavia’s stomach.

“Guess I’m hungry again,” she said.

This was followed by an equally long, low, growl from Loona’s stomach, “Guess I am too” she said.

The girls erupted in laughter.

“Let’s get you fed, my little moonbeam,” said Octavia.  

The Goetia Mansion was dark and gloomy when Octavia and Loona arrived. Wind whistled menacingly through the trees, and shadows danced on the walls as the pair made their way, hand in hand, through the front hall.

“No offense, but your house is kinda creepy,” Loona said, squeezing Octavia’s hand as a particularly strong gust of wind caused blinds to clatter deeper in the house.

“Sorry about that,” Octavia said, “I dismissed all the servants a couple of weeks ago. Spent so much time at work that it didn’t really make sense to keep them around”. She snapped her fingers and, one by one, blue flames erupted in the sconces lining the walls.  

“AHHH,” Loona shrieked. The light had illuminated Stolas, standing still as a statue at the bottom of the grand stairs. His four eyes fixed dead ahead, gleaming in the darkness.  

“Don’t worry about him,” Octavia said attempting to calm Loona, “He’s not real. Look” Octavia snapped her fingers and Stolas began to make his way out of the room. He moved mechanically, expressionless, upper body stiff, legs rising up ninety degrees before falling rhythmically in front of him. “That one just a puppet, I fashioned him out of clay and twine and brought him to life with magic. Pretty convincing likeness, wouldn’t you say?” Octavia explained, pride evident on her face.

“If that one is a puppet, then where’s the real Stolas?” Loona asked.

A grin spread across Octavia’s lips. She grabbed Loona’s hand and dragged her further into the house without answering her question. Turning down a hallway just past the stairs, Octavia led Loona to a simple brown door. She grabbed the handle and dramatically pulled it open.

Beyond the door was the Mansions formal dining room. An antique and stuffy room with gaudy wall paper and horrendous gold trim, in the middle sat a long-polished oak table. Hovering above the table was a ring of golden light from which plate after plate of food was falling. Loona gasped as she stepped into the room. Sitting at the heads of table was Stella and Stolas, except they were hugely different from how Loona remembered them. Their eyes were dull and gray, transfixed on the pile of foodstuff before them. Unblinking, they grabbed handful after handful of whatever slop was in front of them, pushing it into their jaws and down their throats.  

They were massive. The Goetia demons had always been some of the taller denizens of hell, but now they were wider too. Their bodies spilled off the chairs in every direction, and other than the robotic movement of their arms, it was hard to tell where one part of their body ended, and another began.  

“I tried to fatten them up with my cooking, but they didn’t seem to want to eat in the same way your imp friends did,”

Octavia explained, grabbing a cheeseburger from the table, “Eventually I realized they like the stuff from earth way more”. She took a bite of the cheeseburger, causing ketchup to squirt
out the sides and leaving red globs in the corners of her lips,

“I was planning to hex them, make them sit here and gorge themselves 24/7. Turns out I didn’t need to. Whatever chemicals the humans put in this stuff,” she waved the cheeseburger in the air before shoving the rest in her face and swallowing, “makes it addictive. I created the puppet of my father to keep up appearances while these two have been eating non-stop for months. Turns out all his friends and acquaintances can’t tell the difference between a brainless sack of rocks and the real Stolas”  

Loona’s eyes roamed over the sight before her. The mountain of food on the table was being devoured at rapid speeds by the two owls, and it was constantly being replenished at the same rate they ate. The mixture of smells was alluring to the hellhound’s sensitive nostrils, and she felt her mouthwatering. Not because of the food piled on the table, but because of the lumps of lard and blubber eating it.  

When she had walked into the office and seen Octavia had eaten Blitzo her initial reaction had not been one of anger, but of jealousy. As Blitzo’s weight had grown, she had found herself fantasizing about eating him. Walking in the room and seeing him squirming in Octavia’s gut had caused a pang of sadness from being denied the pleasure of a big meal. But now, there was a meal twice the size of Blitzo sitting right in front of her and she could feel her stomach urging her to eat.

“I’ll let you pick,” Octavia said, “which one do you want?”

Loona looked at Octavia. She understood her words, but her eyes were questioning.

“A treat for my moonbeam”

Loona circled the table, examining Stella and Stolas. She circled once more before determining that Stella was the bigger of the two, if only slightly. “I’ll take Stella” she said.

“Good choice,” Octavia said, positioning herself behind her father, “Together”

Loona nodded and moved behind Stella. The rings above the table closed and the room was bathed in the cool dim light of the moon.  

In unison, the girls opened their jaws and clamped down on the unsuspecting owls.  

---

Too-too-ta-toooooom!  
“Sounds like the ceremonies about to begin. Are you ready my moonbeam?” Octavia asked.

Loona, fighting to get her ceremonial robes over her enormous bulging breasts, only grunted in response.

“You’d think they’d maybe be able to tailor something that actually fit, since I’m about to be the Queen of Hell and all”

Octavia giggled as she went to help Loona get her robes on, “You’ll only have to wear it for a couple of minutes. It’s not really my style either, but it’s tradition”

Today was a special day, a unique day in Hell history, it was coronation day for Hell’s first ever queens. This was actually the first change in leadership in Hell’s four-billion- year history.  

After her parents had been eaten, Octavia had devoted herself to training in the magic arts. She had taught Loona all she knew, and together the girls had worked to expand their magical skills while digesting the Prince and Princess of the Goetia family. They had then used their magic to grow themselves, to better distribute the new weight they had acquired. Once it had been discovered what happened, a cult had formed around the voracious Octavia and Loona. Hundreds of imps, hellhounds, and demons of all sorts had flocked to them in hopes of being sacrificial meals for the two sorcerers. This had given Octavia and Loona a constant supply of fresh, willing, meat to indulge their appetites with.  

After years of this, the two were ginormous. They stood 50 meters tall, and more than 300 meters in diameter around the largest points of their stomachs. Their boobs and ass rose and fell as mountainous humps on their bodies, and every inch- including their cheeks-jiggled with fat.  

“Come on,” Octavia said tugging the robe over her wife’s thick ass, “Best to not keep the crowd waiting”

They joined hands and stepped onto the balcony of the newly enlarged palace. Bright sunlight blinded them as the crowd roared. Between their monstrous size and magical ability, it had been easy to overthrow the Monarchy, and most people in Hell welcomed the change. There were hundreds of thousands in attendance, to watch the new monarchy be crowned and the old disposed of.

The conductor raised his baton and the band began to play. A small imp attendant wearing a tall pope hat scurried up the scaffolding to present Octavia and Loona with their crowns. He placed them on their heads and the crowd once again erupted in cheers. The tempo of the song shifted to a more boisterous and celebratory tune as two serving platters were brought out and presented to the new Queens of Hell.
The imp pope bowed deeply before Octavia and Loona as the tops of the platters were lifted to reveal Lucifer and Charlie Morningstar, tied up and surrounded by tiny pieces of lettuce and baby carrots.  

“Oh, is this really how it ends,” drawled Lucifer. “Daddy, I don’t want to die,” sobbed Charlie.

“It’s all right Charlie,” Lucifer said assuredly, “It’s times like this that I use a little song to lift my spirits” he said, clearing his throat.

“A song would help,” Charlie agreed, sniffling.  

“This is my key,” Lucifer said, “I just need to warm up my vocal cords. Mi, mi, mi, mi,” he started.

“Nope,” said Loona sternly, grabbing Charlie with her thick pudgy fingers, “No singing”

“I have to agree with Loona on this one,” Octavia said picking up Lucifer, “I’ve had enough of your second-rate bad falsetto songs”

“No, just wait,” cried Lucifer, “I’ve been practicing since you put me in prison. It’s really good I swear”

In response Octavia opened her beak wide and tossed the once-king-of-hell inside. Loona did the same with Charlie. With no effort at all, they swallowed and sent the former royal family to their bubbling gut to be digested and turned to fat for their asses.  

“Hmm,” Loona said smacking her lips, “Kinda of a funny aftertaste, don’t you think Octavi-”

Loona didn’t get to finish because Octavia grabbed her face and locked their lips together. And with that, the two Queens of Hell stood on the balcony, in front of a crowd of roaring fans, kissing, under the red sky of Hell.
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