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Demon Hunters Part 7
🕑 Added 2024-11-09 18:24:40 +0000 UTCChewing was all that could be heard at most tables as people finished their massive lunches before groggily heading back to their jobs. Some furs were still relatively small and fit, though that number was dwindling. The overwhelming majority of furs had packed on more weight than the average fur put on in a couple of years, let alone a couple of months. It was more common than not to see a fur enter Zendra’s diner in a relatively decently fitting outfit, only for it to be packed dangerously tight around their bellies upon departure.
Two demon hunters sat at a table, finishing up their own remarkably large lunch. They had gotten to the diner at around 11 and had stayed over three hours, stuffing their faces. Bianca had tried to tell Tom that they should try and get out of their contract with the landlord, but the horse was steadfast that they should stay and enjoy the rest of their “vacation”. Bianca was not so sure.
“We’ve been here almost four months Tom. Don’t you think that’s enough time?”
The horse took a bite of his burger, getting mayo and grease on his chins and shirt.
“I, chomp, think we could still use a little break, B. Didn’t you, urp, complain, belch, the other day, that you wanted to rest your leg a bit more? That’s, belch, why we started taking the elevator instead of the stairs?”
“That’s, that’s not the point. Taking the elevator is mostly because of the work we do all day, adding the stairs to that is too much. You know I have a bad knee.”
Bianca had sprained her knee after their first hunt years ago. It had definitely healed already, she was just being lazy, though she wouldn’t admit it.
“Fine, but just as well, if your knee is acting up again, it can’t hurt to stay a little longer. It’ll give that baby the time to be fresh for wherever we go next. Which, do you have any place in mind?”
The fox picked up a fry from the bucket to her left, dipped it in barbeque sauce, and placed it in her eager mouth. Like a partner, her chewing was not as demure and polite as it had been, and she leaved grease and sauce onto her shirt as well. It joined a few other stains on a shirt that had not been washed in a week. She was simply too tired to do wash and besides, she wasn’t trying to impress anyone, so what did it matter?
The malaise that had crept over Tom had spread to Bianca, all while their bodies spread out as well. Gone were the thin demon hunters who entered town four months ago, replaced by two fat furs with very hearty appetites. Four months had added over 300 pounds of adipose to Tom and almost 200 to Bianca, turning them into wobbling masses of flesh.
Tom had breasts, they weren’t even moobs. They were definitely viable for bras, though he had no plans on wearing one. They mostly rested on his impressive gut as he sat in chairs and stuffed his face and getting food and other items all over his beard and the shirts that could not contain him. His beard would sometimes have food items stuck in it, forcing him to really give his face a good scrubbing, which was the hardest work he would do all day. His stomach had started to force him to sit a bit on an angle, as it was ramming into tables too much and not allowing him to get the food he desperately craved.
Below, his thighs and rear, which had initially been prime benefactors due to his species, had tapered off a bit in their growth. That wasn’t to say they were small, they couldn’t be; the load they were carrying around could not be done by tooth picks, it required sturdy mass, both fat and muscle to get around. His hamhocks rubbed together whenever he made the short trek from their apartment to the diner, belly grumbling as it awaited more feasts.
Bianca may have been the smaller of the two, but that was not to say she was small, not in the least. At almost triple her old weight, Bianca was living large. At first, due to her thin nature, her body blossomed into an hourglass, as her hips and breasts widened and plumpened. This gave her a very curvy and voluptuous look at first, then one of slight plumpness, then a fat one, and presently that of an over fattened fertility goddess. Her breasts surged forward, mostly without the support of a bra as she simply refused to buy new ones because of “the faulty washing machine” in her apartment. She would get them and they would be too tight inside of a week. She decided she wouldn’t waste anymore money while this was an issue.
Her stomach had filled out as well, though nowhere near the extent of her breasts. In fact, in comparison, one might even say she was “thin” if just looking at said stomach. That of course was not the only thing people saw, as once you moved past her waist, her enormous hips flared out, reminding you she was a big gal.
Bianca’s hips and rear were caked with flesh and cellulite, her furry cheeks swallowing up each pair of underwear she owned. The fox wore a lot of sweat pants, but, like everything else, they too got tight after a short while. Never in the waist, always in the hips. She’d want to tighten them at the waist, but doing so would squeeze her hips, making it damn near impossible to get comfortable. She really only found any semblance of relief when she was in the apartment in just her panties, even if they were wedged up her rear. She didn’t have to worry about poorly designed bras or too small in some spots and too tight in others pants, she could sit in her room and eat. Which, she hated to admit, was very relaxing.
Take out orders increased, resulting in even more calories being consumed and less being burned. Diet talk had long faded from their minds, they weren’t even truly cognizant of how hefty they were getting. They knew they put on weight, but the food was so good that there was no way they were going to stop eating, not if it was an option.
Bianca had clung to the thought that Zendra was a demon, she had for a long time. Even now, after the holy water test, and seeing Zendra deliver food to a church, she still had doubts. It lingered in her mind, like a popcorn kernel stuck in a tooth. She couldn’t get rid of it.
“I-I can always get an ace bandage or something. We should really get ready to leave. Unless, well, unless you think we have a demon to catch here”, she said, before reaching over and taking a large chicken wing and stuffing it into her muzzle.
Tom groaned, both from having to shift in the snug booth to get more food, and also at Bianca’s comments. She had not mentioned Zendra being a demon for a few weeks, but he still caught her looking at the tablet late at night. He knew she was still obsessed, she just was trying to hide it.
“No, I do, ugh, think she’s a demon. And neither should you. We’ve tested her. We monitored her. There’s nothing, NOTHING. Please, I’m begging you B, please let it go.”
He smiled, hoping she’d just drop it and let him eat in piece.
“You know I have a better, pant, sense of these things than you. I’ve had to, ugh, save you more then once for being too nonchalant.”
She grabbed more fries and shoved them in her mouth, not even bothering to close her mouth as she chewed. Spittle got everywhere as the increasingly slobbish fox ate.
“You have. And you also know that you’ve gotten us in trouble a time or two with your antics, no?”
He closed his eyes as he recalled those instances.
This just annoyed Bianca, whose temper was at an all time high. She had been very timid and relaxed, but now she could get angry at the drop of a hat.
“Because they WERE hiding something! You can’t tell me I was wrong when the person hide knowledge of a demon!”
She slammed her hand on the table, almost knocking over their drinks. She also, without realizing it, had shifted forward and her breasts had launched themselves onto the table, landing perfectly in two empty plates. This only made them messier.
Tom was about to give up, when he realized he could use this to his advantage and keep the vacation going.
“B. If you think she’s a demon, then shouldn’t we stay? Leaving would only mean that someone got one up on you, and you can’t have that, can you?”
He grabbed the burger that had been at his side and ripped a huge chunk out of it. As he watched her ponder this, he smiled, knowing he had gotten her to take the bait.
“Wow, maybe there are some brains in that horse head of yours. You are right Tom, you are right. We’ll stay. Hell, I’ll talk to the landlord today and see if we can get an extension. I won’t rest until we catch this demon!”
Bianca felt very good about herself, so much so that she decided to celebrate.
“Oh waitress, can you bring over another two double bacon cheeseburgers? Oh, and another steak sandwich!”
She looked at Tom, who she could tell was also still hungry.
“Double that order, my friend is hungry too!”
