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Demon Hunters Part 5
🕑 Added 2024-10-31 20:29:33 +0000 UTCThe bench outside their apartment groaned as the two partners sat on it, trying to recover from their latest feast at Zendra’s. A cacophony of burps rang through the air as the friends tried to regain their composure.
“That, urp, that was really good. I, burp, can’t believe they got so many, belch, cheeses into one burger”, Tom said, patting his overstuffed gut with both hands.
“Yeah, but, belch, scuse me, there is no way you can eat, burp, excuse me again, that so often. It’s not, whew, good for your health.”
Tom shrugged his blubbery shoulders as best he could: between all the eating and walking, he was spent and didn’t have too much energy to raise his shoulders. It also didn’t help that his most recently purchased shirt was now a size to small, a testament to the fine cooking at the diner. He was not too concerned however, all he wanted to do was go home and rest.
“Ma=maybe. But, urp, it’s so good and with the chili cheese fries? Mhmm.”
Tom licked his lips, a smile creeped up on his fat muzzle. His two and a half chins sagged down to his neck, covering up the beard he had slowly been building. It wasn’t like he wanted one, he just did not want to bother shaving.
A malaise had crept over him the more time had passed in the town. Shaving became too tedious and something he didn’t want to bother with. Likewise, his workout routines had ended abruptly. When he had come to town, he had thought about joining a gym and getting some lifts in. That thought ended by day three. By day six, his little push up and sit ups that he had always done once waking up ended too, he much preferred sleeping in to digest all the food he had consumed the night before.
None of this seemed to bother the young horse as even as clothes grew tighter, he shrugged it off. Sure, he may have gained a few and gotten a tad softer, but so what? It wasn’t like he couldn’t lose it later. There was a place serving amazing food and he was on vacation. There was no reason not to indulge a little and enjoy himself.
Bianca groaned as she heard her friend talk about food. It was his main choice of discussion, when he wasn’t trying to calm her down. Even after getting Zendra to consume the holy water three weeks ago, Bianca still was convinced that the woman was a demon, even though there was no proof and she should have died drinking that water.
The fox tried looking up if a demon could survive that, finding that not only couldn’t she but also that there were no spells that could protect a demon and even a familiar would be hurt by drinking such a holy item. In short, there was no way that Zendra could be evil. It just was impossible.
Which only got her angrier and more confrontational with people, especially Tom. Bianca would spend hours in front of her tablet, checking for clues or hints of anything demonic, yet never finding any. She even started going to the diner for all of their meals, which, while not something Tom minded, did mean that their caloric intake was just rising each day, resulting in a plethora of pounds on both of their frames.
Even as they sat on the bench together, it was apparent to anyone that it would probably be the last time they would be able to accomplish this feat. Tom’s gut forced his tree trunk thighs to spread out, and, that, combined with Bianca’s ample tush and blubbery thighs meant an uncomfortable seating arrangement, to say the least.
Bianca had kept gaining weight, continuing her process of going from beanpole to voluptuous vixen, to now a very plump and overfed vixen. She had not putting on the substantial amount that Tom had, but she hadn’t exactly gained “only a few” either. She was twice her old weight and not slowing down, even as her breasts couldn’t be contained in bras or her panties wedged up her stout butt cheeks.
As she sat there, Bianca pondered anything else she could do to spy on Zendra. Her mind was blank and it only caused her anger to rise. The usually calm and collected woman could no longer claim to be the cool headed one, that was Tom, but only by default. Bianca found that she couldn’t control her rage sometimes, growling at others and yelling, even over the simplest of things.
“I think we should go back up soon. I want to throw the tablet on the charger and then check on them before we go out for dinner later.”
Tom scoffed.
“Come on, B. We’ve gone down this road a thousand times. There’s nothing. Nothing. Just let it go and let’s enjoy ourselves, k?”
He smiled at her, hoping that would relax her. It did not.
“You can’t be this friggin naïve man. You just can’t be. You see the lines. You see that NO ONE has ever said the food is bad. Do you know that’s impossible? She never has ONE off night? Not one??!”
Bianca was getting animated and very agitated. She was starting to bump into Tom more and more, which was annoying. He tried to stay calm but eventually he had had enough.
“Look, just look B. I’ve let you do this for ten weeks now, gone along with all your ideas, ploys, tests, all of it. Nothing has even remotely shown that there’s a demonic present. Nothing.”
“That doesn’t mean.”
“No it does. We’re sitting here everyday looking at video, talking to coworkers, everything. Have you seen any examples?”
“That doesn’t mean shit and you fucking know it. How many times have we gone somewhere and nothing is evident at first, only for us to get lucky and discover the demon?”
Tom was now scowling at her.
“And it never took ten fucking weeks! Never! You tested her with holy water, you did a spell on the restaurant, and everything and everyone passed. Let it go!”
Bianca was about to respond, but Tom rose from the bench and headed back to their apartment, leading Bianca to wonder if he was right.
“Fine Tom, fine. Just for tonight, I won’t watch my tablet. But if you’re wrong.”
She rose from the bench herself, and, after pulling a wedgie from her rear, made her own way back to the apartment.
