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She had returned, as always, to the familiar vice of gluttony. Whenever things went wrong, whenever the entire world seemed to conspire to make her life a living hell, food was ultimately the only thing that could comfort her.

The bags of geeky loot surrounding her food court table testified to the failure of “shopping therapy”; no amount of purchasing power could erase her burning embarrassment. Despite her resolution to “cut back” after discovering she had finally passed the big 2-0-0, Ember had continued to gorge herself with almost reckless abandon and was no within spitting distance of the significantly bigger 3-0-0.

Not even the most robust high protein diet could condone the consumption of five hamburgers and Ember was already on her sixth. Three orders of extra-large fries and double chocolate malt joined them in the bubbling red cauldron of her gut. Fortunately, being of demonic heritage has its perks and one of those is a literally unholy stomach capacity and a digestion as quick as the speed of dark.

Unfortunately, nothing could stop her belly's ceaseless campaign to lord over her the rolling foothills of her increasingly flabby thighs. Even empty, the red orb rested its great weight on legs already cruelly constrained by olive green shorts a size too small. Now, filled with deliciously fatty foods, her gut bulged forward and rested halfway to the knee. The flame patterned Tee that had struggled so valiantly to cover just her belly button now rose half an inch above it, leaving her woefully under dressed. On the bright side, her blubbery gut provided a resting place for her large breasts, saving her spine from the strain of an extra twenty pounds. Not to be outdone, her back fat also spilled over the waist band of her shorts, a plump roll of demon flesh as red as the juiciest of strawberries.

The only article of clothing that fit was the fedora jauntily sitting on her head though, it must be admitted, that her sweaty scalp was causing it to slowly slip off her head. In fact, most of her flesh was covered in sweat- aside from the strenuous exercise caused by sedately wandering the mall, the very act of eating had an almost sexual thrill for the girl. Pausing only to adjust her square glasses or an article of ill fitting clothing, she continued her consumption practically in a meditative state.

Because of this, she failed to notice her equally large best friend approaching, the Lamia Natasha. Wearing a Dr. Who shirt that could barely contain her massive chest, let alone her portly gut, she slithered over to greet her friend, flabby buttocks wobbling in time with her gait.

“Hey Ember! How'd it go lasht night?!” She said, braces slurring her speech, “Did ya finally pull it off?”

Startled, Ember jumped in her seat, though not enough to actually lift her massive ass off the seat, and turned to look for the source of the noise. Realizing who it was, she relaxed and sat back in her seat.

“Oh, it's you... um... if you must know, it actually went pretty terribly...”

“What!? But you've done it at leasht a dozen timesh before!” She said, taking a seat opposite her friend.

“But those were all girls... it's different when you do it with a guy... not that you'd know what I mean. Anyways, I mean, the evening was nice, we had a great meal at that Chinese buffet on fifth street... then we went back to his place... we stripped... and then... and then... I choked! He was halfway in and I choked! It was absolutely terrible!”

“Oh, wow, that really shucksh...,” muttered the Lamia, stealing a couple fries from Ember's scattered order.

“Yeah... and so there he was, covered in my saliva, and there I was, my face red.” Ember considered the previous statement for a moment, “Er, redder than usual, I should say. I was absolutely humiliated, Natasha! I haven't felt so terrible since that time you caught me mid swallow! Not like you'd ever let me forget it.”

“Hey, cheer up Ember, there are plenty of other men out there, he just washn't the one for you. I bet he tashted absolutely awful, anywaysh. You'll eat a guy someday who'll be perfect for you. Now, finish up that shake, you're coming home with me! We'll make a girlsh night of it, order a couple pizzas, maybe shneak into the shorority down the role and nab a couple of the shtuck up bitchesh. Won't that be nishe?”

“That... actually sounds pretty nice... but that doesn't mean I like you or anything, you snake.”