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"Man, Doc," the rotund red demon began, polishing off a large plate of barbecue ribs and baked beans. "You still make the best food in town!"

"Anything for my favorite customer!" the aged cook replied, pleased with how satisfied the World's Greatest Paranormal Detective was with his cooking. Especially whenever he ordered in bulk like tonight. It was a large and busy order of ribs, beans, chilli, macaroni & cheese, and cornbread (more like a cornloaf), all complete with a pint of a root beer float with caramel to top off the ice cream and a special order of a stack of buttermilk pancakes with apple-cinnamon syrup for dessert. Speaking of which, the devilish customer swept the remainder of said syrup with last of his pancakes before popping it into his mouth and chewing it with a cheeky smile. Just as he did, the cook presented another plate of buttermilk pancakes, this time drenched in strawberry syrup and topped with whipped cream, in front of the plump customer. "Here ya go, Hellboy! This one's on the house!"

"Man, Doc! People like you just love spoiling me!" the demon happily cheered as he quickly dug into his second stack of pancakes and felt his tail wag excitedly. The tangy sweet taste of syrup mixed with the golden fluff of the pancakes tickled his tongue, mixed with the fizz of the remains of his root beer float. Despite clearly being way past full, Hellboy made quick work of his second dessert and signaled his triumph with a hearty pat to his belly and an exhausted sigh.

"Sure you had enough?" the cook asked, perhaps ready to feed his favorite customer even more. Hellboy shook his massive stone hand in the negative, signaling that he had enough for one night.

"Not tonight, Doc," Hellboy replied, swallowing a burgeoning belch in his his throat. "I keep forgetting how big you make your dishes." The demon slowly rose up from his chair and away from the booth, letting out a strained groan as he felt his oversized meal settle in his massive stomach as well as feeling the strain of his joints as he stretched. As he slowly relaxed, he looked down at the remnants of his meal, genuinely surprised at the amount of food that he had just consumed. Now his last statement really began to sink in as he jiggled his hefty belly, feeling his dinner slosh around in his stomach. His belly felt heavier and his pants and braces felt considerably tighter. He was grateful that he was wearing suspenders and not an actual belt. The embarrassment he would have felt if he had to remove it mid-meal would probably kill him. "Thanks again for dinner, Doc!"

"Not a problem," the chef replied, waving as Hellboy sauntered out the restaurant. "Have a good night, big guy!" Hellboy waved him off as he began his long trek back to the hotel. For context, he was assigned to go into town to deal with a strange phantom that was attacking innocent civilians during the night. He had booked a room at a hotel nearby, ready to stake it out for the next couple of days if need be. It was only his second day, but he was getting agitated due to the guest of honor so far being a no-show. Though in hindsight, it wasn't too bad. Especially since he was near a restaurant that he loved to frequent whenever he got the chance to be in the area. It had certainly been a while and he decided to take the opportunity to eat out for dinner. And here we are...

"Damn, Hellboy," he said to himself aloud as he caught his reflection in a window of a store that was closed for the night. "You've definitely put on a few pounds..." That was an understatement. Compared to how he looked perhaps a few years back, he looked like a big red blimp of a demon! His belly bounced ever so slightly as he walked despite having a shape that looked as if it could mock gravity. To say nothing of how comically large and rotund it was. Strangely enough, despite how proud he came across when it came to his girth, he never revealed it in all of it's red glory. Though there was a reason for that... one that he would rather not think about. As he walked through the streets and felt the brisk night air across his skin, he let out a loud belch that echoed throughout the empty night streets. Hellboy rubbed his belly instinctively, massaging his stomach to release the excess gas. He felt himself break into a grin as he felt the smooth texture against his firm, yet soft fat occupying his midsection. However, the moment he did, he felt a mild twinge that radiated from the deepest pit of his gut. He massaged his belly further, easing himself of the mild discomfort and ignoring the brief spasm from the same. Perhaps tonight's dinner was sitting a bit too heavy on his stomach. Or at the very least something didn't sit right with him. He would have to take a small bit of antacid to prevent a mild stomachache from keeping him up tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted by a strong miasma he immediately caught wind of as he passed by a particular alleyway. It was putrid and sour, almost enough to make him want to vomit. He certainly hoped he wouldn't vomit as it would be a terrible waste of a good meal. Taking a deep breath of fresh air to settle his stomach, he slowly entered into the alleyway, readying his giant stone hand. He mentally cursed himself for not taking his pistol with him. He was a crap shot, but was certainly better than going melee. Especially on a full stomach. Speaking of which, he felt a loud "glorp" in his stomach which ushered in a loud, wet, and almost sick sounding belch that went on for far longer and deeper than the last one. So much so that he felt a bit of that strawberry syrup creep up in his esophagus. He swallowed it back down hard, along with the sticky residue from the belch itself. He rubbed his stomach a bit, trying to ease the pain again, only for another deep belch to escape his bowels and the mild twinge he felt before to make itself known again.

"Damn," Hellboy cursed under his breath as he briefly leaned against the walls of the alleyway to catch his breath. "Maybe I overdid it tonight..."

"Aww, does the poor demon piggy have a tummyache?" Hellboy immediately regained his composure the moment he heard that. It was a strange disembodied voice that rang throughout the nighttime air. He looked about and couldn't find anyone... only to be met with a pale white face as he turned back into the alleyway. He leapt back, genuinely surprised at it's sudden appearance, stumbling a bit due to his meal still sitting heavy in his stomach and throwing off his balance. The apparition simply laughed at the rotund demon's slightly sorry state.

"What are you doing here all alone, Little Red Riding Hood?" the apparition coed tauntingly. "Don't you know you should always travel with a chaperone?"

"Very funny," Hellboy replied flatly, not amused with it's sense of humor. "I take it you're the phantom that's been haunting this town?"

"Perhaps," the phantom began, eyeing Hellboy up and down. "Though if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were another monster terrorizing the town with your girth alone. Seriously, you're looking rather bloated."

"Yeah, I am," Hellboy replied again, massaging his still aching stomach. For some reason, he was having difficulty getting his words out due his breath becoming shorter and shorter. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with him tonight? "I just had dinner and I'm not looking for a fight. So how about you just leave this town and make my job easier?"

"I have a better idea," the phantom began again, black ooze slowly materializing around his face. "How about I give you a chance to burn off those extra calories instead?" And with that, the phantom sent a sharp black spear towards the plump demon. Hellboy clumsily dodged the the attack, rolling into the opposite wall and falling to his sizable rump. Hellboy couldn't even pause to catch his breath before it attacked again, sending him into the defensive. Guess negotiations are useless here.

As the battle began, Hellboy was caught in a series of near dodges as he found himself too unbalanced and sluggish to properly fight against this phantom. Even worse, he still felt his meal churn about in his stomach, not helping the mild pain in his gullet. 'Of all the times to have a stomachache!' Hellboy thought to himself, as he parried a spear with his stone hand and finally prepared to go on the offensive with a massive punch to the face of the phantom, curtosey of the same stone hand. The phantom stumbled a bit, shrinking back into a face and giving Hellboy a chance to breathe finally, only to then be caught off guard by a spear that grazed his right arm and two others that ripped the side of his shirt and broke the right brace of his suspenders. Hellboy fell flat on his bottom, gasping for air as he gritted his teeth at the stinging sensation on his arm. The phantom began to rematerialized and begin the attack again, only to pause in confusion at the red demon in front of it.

"What the devil?" it muttered, earning a cocked eyebrow from the demon in question. Hellboy would have fired back with a witty response, but found himself doubling over in pain and feeling the oxygen in his body quickly leave him. The sting of his arm was replaced with a stabbing pain in his gut that could rival the greatest of wars. It actually felt like his belly was about to split open! Wait a minute... split open?! Panic soon began to take a hold of him, as he looked down and saw what he feared the most!

You see, as a demon, Hellboy has many gifts, one of them being a body that defies explanation. There was a reason why he never revealed his stomach openly. And it was because it was the home of a particular trait of his that he only recently made aware of: a demonic parasite that took the form a mouth on his stomach. As it slowly took form, Hellboy groaned and winced as he felt his skin rip apart and collapse in on itself as the mouth began to form. He felt each tooth painfully come in as well as the warm, wet sensation of the tongue slowly creep out, the creature’s emergence ripping away at the rest of his shirt and completely ruining his suspenders. It was enough to make him, and the phantom in front of him, want to vomit.

"Ye gods," the phantom began disgusted. "You truly are a demon." Hellboy couldn't hear that over the loud pitch ringing in his ears due to the pain, but the parasite clearly did as it slowly began to open it's maw and release a red, fleshy ooze that immediately targeted the phantom. It attempted to stab the ooze with it's black arms, only to then be caught into a strong vortex that threatened to suck it in. Hellboy found himself yelling in agony as he felt the parasite pull the struggling phantom into his gullet. He could feel every stab, every lick, and every forceful movement as it retreated back into him. The phantom screamed, trying to break free, but it's efforts were all in vain. Within mere moments, the phantom was fully ingested into the parasite’s mouth, which was slammed shut with a loud chomp. As the parasite chew away at the unexpected meal, Hellboy himself laid sprawled across the ground drenched in sweat. He winced in pain as he tried to get up, only for the pain in his stomach to send him back to the earth. He could do this, he thought to himself. He just had to ignore the pain. At least, just long enough to make it back to the hotel…

The trip back was largely uneventful. He did get the occasional stare, but nothing that was worth reporting. That said, once he reached his room, he found that he could finally relax and breathe. He slowly lumbered towards his bed and allowed gravity to take a hold of him, landing on his back and exhaling in exhaustion, the bed creaking ominously under his bulk. He feared that he would break the bed due to his weight, which would require a hefty fine from the BPRD. Not to mention an awkward explanation to his superiors. He was already on thin ice of sorts due to his expanding mass and his diet eating a sizable chunk of the BPRD’s budget, which no one bothered to intervene due to his service record overcompensating for that factoid. That said, he did get the occasional earful from his assigned doctor, Director Manning, and of course Professor Bruttenholm. Not helping matters was the red, fat Elephant in the Room… namely the parasite that had woken up after so long.

His belly rose and fell with each labored breath as his belly mouth licked it's lips, satifised with it's meal from earlier. Unfortunately, Hellboy could feel the heft of both his heavy meal and the meal from the parasite sitting on his stomach despite only appearing just as bloated as he did when he left the diner. He then thought of his shirt and suspenders that were ruined due to the unexpected encounter. He brought a spare shirt for such a situation, but he would have to buy another set of suspenders. Meaning he would have to deal with one of his many tight belts that he brought with him. He hoped at least one of them would have at least a few spare holes as most of them were on the last hole, and even then they were still incredibly tight. They probably wouldn't last much longer. He then mentally cursed himself as he remembered that his flight back to headquarters wouldn't be until the end of the week. Meaning he'll most likely will be tempted to head back to that diner for rest of his stay. Meaning the tight feeling he felt in his pants would become the new default. Meaning that was yet another awkward conversation he wasn't looking forward to.

The light from the lamp that illuminated the room slowly dimmed in and out as Hellboy suddenly found it hard to stay awake. Even his parasitic belly mouth was already beginning to fall into slumber, it's drool dripping onto the sides of his already sizable belly. He absent-mindedly rubbed and drummed his round stomach as he felt his energy slowly leave him. Despite the obvious monster making it's home on his body, he felt a sort of twisted kind of pride from his own girth. He knew he shouldn't enjoy it as much as he did, but he couldn't help but find his size something to be proud of. A warm, cheeky smile grew on his face as he finally gave into his lethargy and closed his eyes as sleep overtook him.

“Ya know,” Hellboy sighed before he drifted into unconsciousness. “You come in handy sometimes…”

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"Man, Doc," the rotund red demon began, polishing off a large plate of barbecue ribs and baked beans. "You still make the best food in town!"

"Anything for my favorite customer!" the aged cook replied, pleased with how satisfied the World's Greatest Paranormal Detective was with his cooking. Especially whenever he ordered in bulk like tonight. It was a large and busy order of ribs, beans, chilli, macaroni & cheese, and cornbread (more like a cornloaf), all complete with a pint of a root beer float with caramel to top off the ice cream and a special order of a stack of buttermilk pancakes with apple-cinnamon syrup for dessert. Speaking of which, the devilish customer swept the remainder of said syrup with last of his pancakes before popping it into his mouth and chewing it with a cheeky smile. Just as he did, the cook presented another plate of buttermilk pancakes, this time drenched in strawberry syrup and topped with whipped cream, in front of the plump customer. "Here ya go, Hellboy! This one's on the house!"

"Man, Doc! People like you just love spoiling me!" the demon happily cheered as he quickly dug into his second stack of pancakes and felt his tail wag excitedly. The tangy sweet taste of syrup mixed with the golden fluff of the pancakes tickled his tongue, mixed with the fizz of the remains of his root beer float. Despite clearly being way past full, Hellboy made quick work of his second dessert and signaled his triumph with a hearty pat to his belly and an exhausted sigh.

"Sure you had enough?" the cook asked, perhaps ready to feed his favorite customer even more. Hellboy shook his massive stone hand in the negative, signaling that he had enough for one night.

"Not tonight, Doc," Hellboy replied, swallowing a burgeoning belch in his his throat. "I keep forgetting how big you make your dishes." The demon slowly rose up from his chair and away from the booth, letting out a strained groan as he felt his oversized meal settle in his massive stomach as well as feeling the strain of his joints as he stretched. As he slowly relaxed, he looked down at the remnants of his meal, genuinely surprised at the amount of food that he had just consumed. Now his last statement really began to sink in as he jiggled his hefty belly, feeling his dinner slosh around in his stomach. His belly felt heavier and his pants and braces felt considerably tighter. He was grateful that he was wearing suspenders and not an actual belt. The embarrassment he would have felt if he had to remove it mid-meal would probably kill him. "Thanks again for dinner, Doc!"

"Not a problem," the chef replied, waving as Hellboy sauntered out the restaurant. "Have a good night, big guy!" Hellboy waved him off as he began his long trek back to the hotel. For context, he was assigned to go into town to deal with a strange phantom that was attacking innocent civilians during the night. He had booked a room at a hotel nearby, ready to stake it out for the next couple of days if need be. It was only his second day, but he was getting agitated due to the guest of honor so far being a no-show. Though in hindsight, it wasn't too bad. Especially since he was near a restaurant that he loved to frequent whenever he got the chance to be in the area. It had certainly been a while and he decided to take the opportunity to eat out for dinner. And here we are...

"Damn, Hellboy," he said to himself aloud as he caught his reflection in a window of a store that was closed for the night. "You've definitely put on a few pounds..." That was an understatement. Compared to how he looked perhaps a few years back, he looked like a big red blimp of a demon! His belly bounced ever so slightly as he walked despite having a shape that looked as if it could mock gravity. To say nothing of how comically large and rotund it was. Strangely enough, despite how proud he came across when it came to his girth, he never revealed it in all of it's red glory. Though there was a reason for that... one that he would rather not think about. As he walked through the streets and felt the brisk night air across his skin, he let out a loud belch that echoed throughout the empty night streets. Hellboy rubbed his belly instinctively, massaging his stomach to release the excess gas. He felt himself break into a grin as he felt the smooth texture against his firm, yet soft fat occupying his midsection. However, the moment he did, he felt a mild twinge that radiated from the deepest pit of his gut. He massaged his belly further, easing himself of the mild discomfort and ignoring the brief spasm from the same. Perhaps tonight's dinner was sitting a bit too heavy on his stomach. Or at the very least something didn't sit right with him. He would have to take a small bit of antacid to prevent a mild stomachache from keeping him up tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted by a strong miasma he immediately caught wind of as he passed by a particular alleyway. It was putrid and sour, almost enough to make him want to vomit. He certainly hoped he wouldn't vomit as it would be a terrible waste of a good meal. Taking a deep breath of fresh air to settle his stomach, he slowly entered into the alleyway, readying his giant stone hand. He mentally cursed himself for not taking his pistol with him. He was a crap shot, but was certainly better than going melee. Especially on a full stomach. Speaking of which, he felt a loud "glorp" in his stomach which ushered in a loud, wet, and almost sick sounding belch that went on for far longer and deeper than the last one. So much so that he felt a bit of that strawberry syrup creep up in his esophagus. He swallowed it back down hard, along with the sticky residue from the belch itself. He rubbed his stomach a bit, trying to ease the pain again, only for another deep belch to escape his bowels and the mild twinge he felt before to make itself known again.

"Damn," Hellboy cursed under his breath as he briefly leaned against the walls of the alleyway to catch his breath. "Maybe I overdid it tonight..."

"Aww, does the poor demon piggy have a tummyache?" Hellboy immediately regained his composure the moment he heard that. It was a strange disembodied voice that rang throughout the nighttime air. He looked about and couldn't find anyone... only to be met with a pale white face as he turned back into the alleyway. He leapt back, genuinely surprised at it's sudden appearance, stumbling a bit due to his meal still sitting heavy in his stomach and throwing off his balance. The apparition simply laughed at the rotund demon's slightly sorry state.

"What are you doing here all alone, Little Red Riding Hood?" the apparition coed tauntingly. "Don't you know you should always travel with a chaperone?"

"Very funny," Hellboy replied flatly, not amused with it's sense of humor. "I take it you're the phantom that's been haunting this town?"

"Perhaps," the phantom began, eyeing Hellboy up and down. "Though if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were another monster terrorizing the town with your girth alone. Seriously, you're looking rather bloated."

"Yeah, I am," Hellboy replied again, massaging his still aching stomach. For some reason, he was having difficulty getting his words out due his breath becoming shorter and shorter. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with him tonight? "I just had dinner and I'm not looking for a fight. So how about you just leave this town and make my job easier?"

"I have a better idea," the phantom began again, black ooze slowly materializing around his face. "How about I give you a chance to burn off those extra calories instead?" And with that, the phantom sent a sharp black spear towards the plump demon. Hellboy clumsily dodged the the attack, rolling into the opposite wall and falling to his sizable rump. Hellboy couldn't even pause to catch his breath before it attacked again, sending him into the defensive. Guess negotiations are useless here.

As the battle began, Hellboy was caught in a series of near dodges as he found himself too unbalanced and sluggish to properly fight against this phantom. Even worse, he still felt his meal churn about in his stomach, not helping the mild pain in his gullet. 'Of all the times to have a stomachache!' Hellboy thought to himself, as he parried a spear with his stone hand and finally prepared to go on the offensive with a massive punch to the face of the phantom, curtosey of the same stone hand. The phantom stumbled a bit, shrinking back into a face and giving Hellboy a chance to breathe finally, only to then be caught off guard by a spear that grazed his right arm and two others that ripped the side of his shirt and broke the right brace of his suspenders. Hellboy fell flat on his bottom, gasping for air as he gritted his teeth at the stinging sensation on his arm. The phantom began to rematerialized and begin the attack again, only to pause in confusion at the red demon in front of it.

"What the devil?" it muttered, earning a cocked eyebrow from the demon in question. Hellboy would have fired back with a witty response, but found himself doubling over in pain and feeling the oxygen in his body quickly leave him. The sting of his arm was replaced with a stabbing pain in his gut that could rival the greatest of wars. It actually felt like his belly was about to split open! Wait a minute... split open?! Panic soon began to take a hold of him, as he looked down and saw what he feared the most!

You see, as a demon, Hellboy has many gifts, one of them being a body that defies explanation. There was a reason why he never revealed his stomach openly. And it was because it was the home of a particular trait of his that he only recently made aware of: a demonic parasite that took the form a mouth on his stomach. As it slowly took form, Hellboy groaned and winced as he felt his skin rip apart and collapse in on itself as the mouth began to form. He felt each tooth painfully come in as well as the warm, wet sensation of the tongue slowly creep out, the creature’s emergence ripping away at the rest of his shirt and completely ruining his suspenders. It was enough to make him, and the phantom in front of him, want to vomit.

"Ye gods," the phantom began disgusted. "You truly are a demon." Hellboy couldn't hear that over the loud pitch ringing in his ears due to the pain, but the parasite clearly did as it slowly began to open it's maw and release a red, fleshy ooze that immediately targeted the phantom. It attempted to stab the ooze with it's black arms, only to then be caught into a strong vortex that threatened to suck it in. Hellboy found himself yelling in agony as he felt the parasite pull the struggling phantom into his gullet. He could feel every stab, every lick, and every forceful movement as it retreated back into him. The phantom screamed, trying to break free, but it's efforts were all in vain. Within mere moments, the phantom was fully ingested into the parasite’s mouth, which was slammed shut with a loud chomp. As the parasite chew away at the unexpected meal, Hellboy himself laid sprawled across the ground drenched in sweat. He winced in pain as he tried to get up, only for the pain in his stomach to send him back to the earth. He could do this, he thought to himself. He just had to ignore the pain. At least, just long enough to make it back to the hotel…

The trip back was largely uneventful. He did get the occasional stare, but nothing that was worth reporting. That said, once he reached his room, he found that he could finally relax and breathe. He slowly lumbered towards his bed and allowed gravity to take a hold of him, landing on his back and exhaling in exhaustion, the bed creaking ominously under his bulk. He feared that he would break the bed due to his weight, which would require a hefty fine from the BPRD. Not to mention an awkward explanation to his superiors. He was already on thin ice of sorts due to his expanding mass and his diet eating a sizable chunk of the BPRD’s budget, which no one bothered to intervene due to his service record overcompensating for that factoid. That said, he did get the occasional earful from his assigned doctor, Director Manning, and of course Professor Bruttenholm. Not helping matters was the red, fat Elephant in the Room… namely the parasite that had woken up after so long.

His belly rose and fell with each labored breath as his belly mouth licked it's lips, satifised with it's meal from earlier. Unfortunately, Hellboy could feel the heft of both his heavy meal and the meal from the parasite sitting on his stomach despite only appearing just as bloated as he did when he left the diner. He then thought of his shirt and suspenders that were ruined due to the unexpected encounter. He brought a spare shirt for such a situation, but he would have to buy another set of suspenders. Meaning he would have to deal with one of his many tight belts that he brought with him. He hoped at least one of them would have at least a few spare holes as most of them were on the last hole, and even then they were still incredibly tight. They probably wouldn't last much longer. He then mentally cursed himself as he remembered that his flight back to headquarters wouldn't be until the end of the week. Meaning he'll most likely will be tempted to head back to that diner for rest of his stay. Meaning the tight feeling he felt in his pants would become the new default. Meaning that was yet another awkward conversation he wasn't looking forward to.

The light from the lamp that illuminated the room slowly dimmed in and out as Hellboy suddenly found it hard to stay awake. Even his parasitic belly mouth was already beginning to fall into slumber, it's drool dripping onto the sides of his already sizable belly. He absent-mindedly rubbed and drummed his round stomach as he felt his energy slowly leave him. Despite the obvious monster making it's home on his body, he felt a sort of twisted kind of pride from his own girth. He knew he shouldn't enjoy it as much as he did, but he couldn't help but find his size something to be proud of. A warm, cheeky smile grew on his face as he finally gave into his lethargy and closed his eyes as sleep overtook him.

“Ya know,” Hellboy sighed before he drifted into unconsciousness. “You come in handy sometimes…”