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Opulence and excess reigned supreme over all else in Gluttony. Here, one could never have enough and the Ring leader herself saw to that, oftentimes personally. The depths of the Queen’s palace churned with a drone of efficiency that was unmatched anywhere else in Hell. For the permanent residents of this wing of the palace, machinery hummed from sunrise to sunset to sunrise. The deep orange glow of Gluttony’s evening sky shone through windows that oversaw the lush forest of the Ring, casting beams onto their forms. The two demons calling this room “home” were surrounded by the comfiest bedding, lavish quilts thrown by the best Hell had to offer and pillows that rivaled a normal demon’s entire bed. Just underneath the sound of mechanical hums was the pitter patter of all manner of hellborne seeing to their charges day in and day out, but her steps were distinct from those. A clack of confidence scratched across the pristine marble flooring and pierced their ears.
Queen Bee-elzebub, actually, just Bee-elzebub now, flinched. ' Not again. She was just here!' She thought to herself. Or was she just here? If she was honest with herself, Bee couldn’t possibly know for sure. Despite her trying so very hard to keep a watch of the ring of Gluttony’s days pass by, she often found herself lost in the drone of consumption that was forcefully pumped into her. She had time, she was immortal after all. But not the hellhound next to her. On top of her. Under her. Around her. They were both everywhere and it only got worse by the day. She spared a glance, as best she could, to the love of her life. She fought so very hard for him. For Gluttony. For all of Hell and she fucking lost to the psycho making her way toward her. The screech of demon claws only got louder.
“Bee! You didn’t fucking warn me what a pain the arse Satan is!” The clack of her talons came to a halt as she reached the previous queen. The sound of rustling feathers made its way over the hum of the pump that was seeing to Bee’s sustenance. “Gonna tell me just why Wrath is maintaining the food supply for all of Hell?” A mighty gulp was all She got in response out of the fennec snout. “Of course you’re not.” The voice ended in a knowing sigh.
Bee knew what was coming and clenched her restrained fist waiting for it. Four pressure points on her belly. It’s where She always started. Four slender fingers digging into the jello-y texture spilling out from her. A hum of pleasure came next. Then the kneading was where She really began to work herself up. What was once a kaleidoscope of swirling colors to indicate Bee’s literal insatiable appetite has long since been replaced with white fur to match that from her chin and chest. White fur kept pristine and soft, like the rest of her figure. The palace staff assigned to Bee’s prison saw that Her prize was cleaned and brushed to the utmost satisfaction for whenever She felt like visiting this corner of the palace. Undulating white fur waved back and forth as the second hand came in, mirroring its partner.
“FuuUuUuUcK….” A finger trailed along the white expanse that Bee has long since been unable to see herself. Not without the help of a mirror, which She often provided to ensure the two could “enjoy” Her handiwork. Bee gulped again, not out of nervousness or duress, but out of necessity. Her mouth was filled to the brim, her already bloated cheeks appearing even larger than they usually are. Bee did all in her power to defy her situation and Her wishes, as much as possible, but biology won out again and with a mouth full of pure gluttonous consumption, she swallowed it to make room for the next batch that was already flooding in. She fidgeted the fingers on all four of her hands. Restrained back by Angelic holdings, her reach into her magic reserves found an empty void she was unable to tap into. With what little she’d have after being forced to make a Deal with the demon now kicking a talon up onto her belly roll. Or was it her second belly roll? She couldn’t tell how expansive she had become anymore and her size had begun to lose all meaning to her.
A hoot knocked Bee out of her buzzing thoughts.
“Ya know. I’ve just been so…so worked up lately. All the hellhounds throughout all of Hell? The ones a good queen cherishes?” Two crooked legs now sit spread eagle across Bee’s belly, she had begun to feel her visitor climbing her. One hand reaching higher, then one talon and repeat. “They’re all so much happier. Their fat arses swaying with each step. Tails wagging as my bounty of treats makes its way down their throats. I may have to put up with Satan’s bullshit. Or Lucifer getting on my case. Shit, even Leviathan is a slimy geezer when I’ve been to Envy. But walking down the street, knowing those pooches are well fed. Seeing them fill their bellies hanging down to their knees. Just knowing they’ll never know starvation ever again. Makes all the bullshit sooooo worth it.”
A sharp finger began swirling around Bee’s left breast in lustful thought.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself.” Another grab at Bee’s love handles. Draping down the side of her form, growing by the day, much like the rest of her. Another gulp. Her visitor shudders from the sound of another glop of consumption sliding down her throat. “God, you just keep getting bigger. And bigger. And BIGGER every time I see you. So much wasted potential; enough to piss me off! ” Bee’s left foot began to cramp, having been buried in hundreds of pounds of weighty fat. She mustered the strength to swirl it from within the countless rolls that made up her legs.
“You’re what? Like 9000 years old? This big after only 3 years and you fucking waited until I was around?!” A forceful grope at her right breast. She heard a deep breath, in and out, from over the horizon of her chest.
“It’s OK…It’s OK.” The voice said to itself. “I came here to relax-” S he grunted the final word. “On my second favorite tubby demon.” Bee grunted out and another gulp down as her visitor had, at last, crested the summit of Bee’s mountainous form. Towering above Bee was the heavily blush-laden owl demon that had bested her, as it turns out, over 3 years ago. Purple feathers fluffed out and several had popped free of their host and fluttered down to Bee’s form and left a slight tickle. Those dilated white pupils contained within pink eyes staring directly into Bee’s. And a smirk that came across a black beak that gave her chills, but she refused to give her captor satisfaction of seeing her unease.
Through the ever present hum of the room, the large door leading to the room creaked open, enough to distract from Her gaze, if even for a few moments.
“Queen Octavia. Your Highness. Commander Loona wishes to see you.” A male’s voice came through. The owl’s smirk turned into a grin to go along with an eye roll of her white pupils.
“And there’s my favorite tubby puppy.” Octavia grinned, looking down at Bee. “Such a needy one these days.” Her voice raised to respond to her servant and she waved a hand to dismiss the interrupting demon. “Tell her I’ll be there in juuuust a few minutes.” Another grab at Bee’s breasts for emphasis of what Octavia still has in mind. “And go eat out of the fucking snack bar on the way, Charles. Jesus, your clothes fit you way too well.”
Bee hears a yelp from the help. “Y-yes, Your Highness. As you wish.” The door clapped closed, leaving the three demons in the room a moment to breathe. In the bee demon and hellhound’s case, swallow down another mouthful of Octavia’s ‘gift to them’ as she so often reminds Bee and Vortex. Buried wings fluttered and bodies adjusted, as little as they were able to do in their current state.
“What I wouldn’t give for her to be even half as big as you. Loona, I mean. Well, I could make that happen, but the journey is half the fun.” Octavia leaned into the crevice of Bee’s face. Surrounded by countless chins and neck rolls, cascading out from her lips. “Seeing her balloon up over the years. From a scrawny little girl, putting up with Hell’s bullshit because her so-called “Queen” didn’t give a damn about her. About any of them.” Another deep breath of frustration came from her beak. The blush on the white-feathered face grew more intense. “And now a beautiful, massive woman. Succumbing to her body’s natural instinct to want more. To be gluttonous and just indulge in all Hell has to offer. Over a ton of hellhound for me to protect and help grow. And the way her arse just-” Another hoot escaped her beak. “-just spills from either side of her on her bed.” Octavia closed her eyes, with another growing lustful grin spreading across her face and lost herself in fantasy for a few brief moments.
When the moment passed, Octavia settled into position on Bee’s neck. Bee sees the black-tipped purple tail feathers rustle and shake from around Octavia’s lanky body. Bee would have scoffed at the irony and gall of the owl to make a fuss about the wonders of fat, while being a twig herself, but Sin Magic did interesting things. Least of all, the ability to consume as much or everything she could want and not an inch added to her figure. Another mouthful of slop slid down and Bee was really beginning to miss her lava lamp belly as she felt her belly bloat out even further by the hour.
Bee squinted and turned her face as much as her equally large cheeks would allow her. Feeling the owl’s breath tickle the edge of her nose.
“But that will all come eventually. No, sexy blobs are for naughty demons liiiiike-” Octavia’s finger swirled in a circle in front of Bee’s face. “-you.” The swirling finger landed its mark with a boop on her nose. Around her finger, she saw the smug grin grow even further. Letting the boop linger for a moment, Octavia’s white-feathered fingers made their way towards Bee’s left cheek.
“And your cheeks. So cute. So…huge. They’re even bigger than your head!” Her other hand made its way to her other cheek. Giving both a squeeze, forcing Bee to squint even more. Octavia jostled the mighty jowls in her hands and left them with a loving tap. “I was going to spend some time under that arse of yours and nestle into Vortex’s tubby moobs over there and enjoy the view of my Ring, but duty calls. As you can imagine, I’m very busy when it comes to Loona’s wellbeing.”
Octavia scaled back down Bee’s body, taking longer than needed grabs along the way. Errant hoots leaving her beak. Out of sight, but certainly not out of mind, Bee heard Octavia adjust her ruffled, skewed feathers along with the sound of crumpled clothing being put back on. “You’d have been a great therapist ya know.” Talons began clacking away from Bee, toward the entryway. “A great listener. A great stress ball. And you’re always right here when I need you.”
The door again squeaked open.
“As fun as it’s been, Gluttony needs their queen.” Bee could hear the grin on Octavia’s face and the glow in her eyes intensifying, barely drowned out by the glow of the sunset beaming through her prison’s windows.
“Here’s to the next ton, Bee-lzebub. And many, many more.”
The door slammed shut.