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Decided to start writing for this place with general WG stories. I am taking requests, so if you have one, PM me and we can discuss. For now, here's a preview of what I can do and I hope you enjoy.

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The Baker and the Fairy

1st Allegory
A sunny morning in a medieval village at the foot of a mountain is a setting right out of a fairy tale. On the outskirts of the town, mystical creature roam, coexisting with the humans who reside in civilization. It is a mutual relationship that neither dare cross each other’s path in the name of malice. The threat of a dragon devouring the average traveler or a hunter skinning a werewolf is what has this strenuous relationship teetering on the outbreak of war. Every now and then, there is an event that sets the two sides to the brink of conflict however, further investigation shines the light on the fault of both parties and a neutral conclusion simmers the tension once more.
One particular incident began with a famous baker who got a bit too greedy. Gertrude Manheim was a third generation baker and a firm believer in the bounty and beauty of one’s body. Needless to say, her size was a testament to her creed. At a towering 6’2, with a light peach complexion and thick curls that halted at her armpits, and capped by a chef’s hat tall enough to be noticed, but short enough to walk through a door with without ducking. She was a spitting image of abundance and adipose as her weight capped at 285lbs. Gertrude wore a blue tunic that was about a size or two too short, exposing a great belly that rested on her thighs. To solve this, the woman constantly wore her stained apron of a white hue with batter stains, discoloring the pure color’s value.
Her thunder thighs were clothed with a pair of brown trousers that stretched to the very limit to contain her hips and butt, wider than her body, much did the depth and width of her belly. Finally, with dark work boots, she waddled through the town blowing kisses to those who gazed at her image. She was very vain despite being equally liked and hated by her peers.
At last, she arrived at her place of employment. It was a small bakery ran by the solo chef. Business was slow, but enough to fund her business. After unlocking the front door, she retrieved the orders in her drop box from customers too busy to approach her directly.
For the most part, the day proceeds with business as usual. The wide woman’s routine includes slaving in the back, placing the molded dough in the oven and then rushes to the front when the bell sounds from the front, signaling customers. They pick up and leave orders they have made, and appropriate supply Gertrude with monetary compensation for her hard work. Things run smoothly into the night and the Manheim heiress prepares to close up.
After cooling down the ovens and placing the display good away, she initiates one last check, before locking up her store. The air is still and not a sound penetrates the silence within the bakery until…
A small shadow emerges from under the service counter and flies onto the tabletop. “Man, I thought she’d never leave…” A feminine voice scoffs. As mentioned before, there are fabled creatures that inhabit the land and one happens to be this mischievous fairy. Her small, trim stature could be compared to that of a mouse and her skin is of a similar tint to the giant Gertrude. Her body is dressed in a minidress comprised of leaves and other vegetation while her thighs sport a brown pair of shorts. Her feet are wrapped in a brown cloth and her silky black hair is style in a thick forelock combed over her left eye that is assumed to be red, given her right iris is a crimson color. The creature’s name is Desiree and rightfully so. She is a self centered fairy, infamous for her looks that is said to be the envy of the land. When in truth, she showers the air with dust from her wings, giving off a foggy pheromone that stimulates one’s sense, mainly sight.
The sprite’s curse ensures her looks are desired no matter what state of mind the person is in. It works by manipulating one’s mind when inhaled, causing the first thing to come to mind, irresistible. But on this night, instead of stealing attention, Desiree desires nourishment. Recently, a rain spell in the forest has crippled her dusty influence, making her low on the food chain as her species usually is. She had then fled to the human habitat, eating out of garbage sites and fighting vermin for spoiled bread and mead.
Only now, she was inches away from a cupcake behind a display case. Fluttering her wings, the raven black haired sprite pulled back the glass guard, dropping it after realizing it was too heavy for her small self. The glass shattered and jumped skyward but on where near the fairy. Unfortunately, Gertrude wasn’t too far away to avoid hearing the sound. Desperate and low on time, the fairy attempted to fly away with a strawberry frosted cupcake but by the time she had the small cake moving, the bulbous baker was already inside.
“Who’s there!?” Gertrude beckoned in the dark. Arming herself with a rolling pin, she traversed to the front, careful as to pay close attention to her surroundings. “What the dickens?” Gertrude reacted to the broken glass. “Cheeky vermin, I must have locked one in when I was closing.” The baker then began picking the possibly tainted wares and placing them in the trash outside with her bulky arms. It was amazing that she didn’t notice the fairy standing as still as a statue when she picked the last cupcake.
Desiree exhaled, lowering her head and arms relieved she wasn’t captured. However, playing double or nothing, she continued into the kitchen while Gertrude disposed of the frosted cakes. The fairy rested on the edge of a pot of batter that was aimed to be sourdough. Leaning in, Desiree swiped her finger through the loose dough and sucked on her finger. “Gah!” She gagged. Spitting the contents back into the pot, Desiree found herself on the falling end and into the batter. Before she could react, she was already drowning in the white mess. “Help me, somebody!” She shrieked, trying to stay afloat.
Her yelp was heard by Gertrude, who had actually heard a small ring coming from inside. She dropped the cupcakes and ran inside to see not a body inside. She stopped to scratch her head, confused and swearing she heard something. A small glow from the sourdough pot revived her suspicions and she scooped the now sputtering Desiree in her palm. “So, you’re the little troublemaker.”
“Give a girl a break; I haven’t eaten in awhile…” The fairy coughed.
“Poor thing…” Gertrude sulked. “Hold on, you’re one of those magical creatures, aren’t you?”
“Hey, you can think!” Desiree jeered, which earned her a temporary squeeze. “Watch it, you ogre!”
“Uh, no. You’re the thief and in the wrong at this moment. Plus, I saved your life. Around here, you are in double debt missy and if you’re what I think you are, I have the perfect job for you.”
“You humans are hilarious!” The fairy chortled. “Fine, I’ll work for you, if you can catch me!” The dark haired sprite attempted to launch her magic cloud, but the moist dough hindered her ability to produce it. She then attempted to flap her wings to escape, but again, the batter weighted them down.
Unimpressed, Gertrude was tired of the feeble being’s act and squashed her between her palms, knocking her out. The fairy awoke with the rising Sun as it shined in her face. She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed the side of her aching temple. “Good morning!” Gertrude sang. Desiree jolted back with the sudden appearance of the plump woman’s beaming face. Her back hit a row of bars she definitely couldn’t squeeze through. Her perspective widened and she realized she was caged in a small prison made of metal. “Like your new home?”
“What in the world-? Do you realize what you are doing!?” Desiree then paused under the influence of a horrifying epiphany. “Did…Did you cut my wings!?”
“I slightly snipped them to stubs. Don’t worry; I know you can grow them back.”
“That’s not the point!” The fairy barked.
“You’re right; the point is you are going to serve me until I say other wise.” The baker grinned deviously. “I’m sorry, but you know the rules of the treaty and you violated two; invading with the intent to harm and to have your life saved by someone on the other side.”
Desiree gritted her teeth. The human was right on both accounts, meaning she was basically her slave, but this fairy would rather die than serve anyone. “You deceiver, you spiked those cupcakes with a scent that is irresistible to my people!”
The baker shrugged. “Actually, my food attracts a lot of wondering figures whether they are human, animal, or ethereal. But that’s no excuse for the crimes you did. So, either abide by my terms, or we can see the King.”
Desiree grunted, crossing her arms. “Fine, what do you want me to do?”
“I understand you sprites have the ability to entice people to other things. My business is going well, but I want to expand my territory. There is a representative from a faraway Kingdom that has heard rumors of my baked goods. If the royal family enjoys it, then I will have a clientele as big as an entire kingdom!”
The fairy tilts her head, a bit concerned for her Mistress’ state of mind. “So, you want me to spike your food? Wait, would that…?”
“Yes, but who cares? So what if people become mindless gluttons under the spell of my food. The people of this land mock me for my size yet, some of the riches make me look like a twig. Speaking of which, I have a few orders from a few nobles who are one pie away from super obesity, could you enchant them as well?”
“What for?”
“They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. One of those saps has got to have the hots for me or at least my cooking, but being a peasant woman I am forbidden fruit…”
“Okay, okay, just stop being poetic…” The fairy pleaded.
And so, the secret alliance was formed. Being ever the clever woman, Gertrude hung the caged Desiree over the pies, cakes and developing dough while the fairy sprinkled her magic dust all over the food. As expected, elegant hums from the nobles initiated new business opportunities for Ms. Manheim. As it turns out, the Prince from the other kingdom secretly loved stout women and Gertrude had become the apple of his eye.
Fortunately, for Desiree, she had gotten a break from tainting the wares but was stored in the bakery while Gertrude was out in the other Kingdom for social and business meetings. The baker had quickly indulged in a more extravagant lifestyle with the money she earned from her presently frequent customers. Similar to her, they had acquired a robust physique as the usual case when baked goods are eaten five meals a day. The wobbling and jiggling bodies of the patrons brought smiles to Ms. Manheim’s face as well as their money.
Desiree was fed regularly as to keep her strength up and overtime, her beauty began to fade. Her skin started to pale under the lack of attention that brightened her smile. She looked sickly, and often slept the long hours she hadn’t worked. Gertrude noticed this one night and came up with a solution.
“Hey there, cutie pie.” The baker teased, rattling the cage.
“Please, don’t tell me you’ve developed feelings for me…”
“Nonsense, I just noticed…your wilted state.”
“It’s what happens when my powers are misused. My dust is supposed to gather the attention I feed off of. I can live without it, but I grow grotesque…”
“Can’t have that, can we? I hope these presents will help you get back to your old self, friend.” The baker then brought in a small mirror and several cupcakes.
“All these things…are for me? And did you call me…friend?” The fairy blinked.
“Of course!” The baker smiled.
“Okay, am I free, then?”
“Nope!” The baker smiled. “Instead, these items will bring color and life back to your look so when I do release you, you will be back to your former glory.”
“Thank you…I guess…” Desiree huffed.
Gertrude then disappeared to the other Kingdom as her relationship with the former Prince, now King of the neighboring Kingdom claimed her as her fiancée. His Father had died from a heart attack, naming him the next heir. A thinking person would of connected it with his 900 pound body and the plethora of Gertrude’s food he had consumed, but sadly, only Gertrude connected the dots, dots that she made…
Her second scheme was coming to fruition in her hometown as well. The items she gave Desiree were all a ruse in stopping her from escaping. The baker had used the dust from Desiree in the cupcakes she gave her, assuming she would eat them in front of the tiny mirror. As expected, the sprite came under the spell of her own spell, causing her to desire more baked goods and to see “more” of herself. Being of a small stature, a cupcake took about three days for Desiree to eat, normally. Now, it took three just to hold her for an hour, which had devastating results on her figure.
Gertrude had returned from her wedding, married and showing signs of becoming a victim of her own supply. To keep up appearances, the baker had eaten pure portions of her pastries and pies, with only minimal repercussions. Ms. Manheim had eventually become a 400 pound businesswoman, usually clad in a white wedding dress and matching veil handing from her currently braided locks. “I’m home!” She chimed, waddling in.
“Curse…you…” Desiree panted from her open cage. Like the baker, she had been on the losing end of a diet as crumbs and cupcake wrappers filled her small prison.
“Desiree, you’re still here?”
“Don’t play dumb, you know what you did to me!” The fairy yelled. She tried to get to her feet, but her body was too swollen to move properly. She had a figure of a human at 1000 pounds. Her neck had completely sunk into her shoulders while her belly exceeded the span of her arms and the length of her feet. She was completely engorged with the sight of her tree trunk thighs and fluffy cloud arms. Her cheeks, chin, and face fused into a globular surface.
“Why Desiree, what ever do you mean?” Gertrude faked with a clueless look. “If I remember correctly, I opened my cage, letting you free the night before my wedding, I even invited you to attend.”
“Yeah, you did…and then I got hungry…” The fairy winced.
“So it’s your own fault you are in this state.” The baker bride teased, poking her captive’s belly. “Truth be told, you are an idol of beauty in my eyes. Maybe someday I’ll grow your size, but not before I run the kingdom.”
“You’re going to off your husband like you did his Dad, eh?”
“That’s the plan, but I ran out of my special seasoning, care to join me in resupplying the people?” it was a rhetorical question since Gertrude closed the cage and exited the old bakery with the imprisoned fairy. She kept her magical friend anchored and feed with more irresistible baked goods. On the carriage ride, Gertrude was surprised her little friend could finish two pies before the end of the trip.
The pair arrived at the castle and time skipped, progressing the baker’s plan into fattening her husband. She had doubled into an 800 pound wife while her husband was 3/4ths of a ton, his humanly frame buried under a curtain of blubber. Gertrude kissed her husband one last time before he started to wheeze. Gertrude assisted his death by smothering him with a pillow until his arms went limp. The murderous Queen was shortly named ruler of the land with the death of her super sized spouse.
The only witness was the corpulent sprite who had a scheme of her own to overthrow her Mistress. It all started at a mandatory dinner party, planned by Gertrude in honor of the late King. It was another attempt to shorten her competition, as she secretly made Desiree influence the food. They all sat in attendance with the imprisoned fairy placed under the table. Everyone took their first bites and hummed with a smile.
The fairy caught wind of her opportune time and stretched her arms to pinch the flabby canckle of the Queen. Gertrude let out a yelp that drew the attention of the nobles, which activated the magical food’s effects. They suddenly found the food AND Gertrude attractive. The warped mentality turned into them loving Gertrude with the food and started to hold her down and stuff her face in a crazed act of love.
“What are you doing!?” The Queen demanded as she was surrounded. Quickly, she realized that her actions were what caused the sudden event. The already obese royal attendants proved too heavy for the Queen to struggle against since she hadn’t properly worked out a day in her life. The woman became a victim of her own plot as the tainted food slowly erased all logic, replacing it with an unquenchable hunger.
To this day, Queen Gertrude stuffs herself with the aid of about half of her kingdom’s populace. She has grown into inhuman proportions that have her girth that took up an entire bed and shortly an entire room. The gluttonous Empress is forever trapped in a mental cycle of eating and gorging with no means to stop. The infinite sequence is fueled by the flabby fairy that had grown large enough for her bulk to outgrow her imprisonment. Though she is the image of a half ton woman, her wings are more than able to carry her as long as they weren’t moist.
Desiree had spun a web of lies that granted her access to the kitchen and enchant her former Mistress’ food with the addicting dust. She sneered and laughed at the thought of how big Gretchen would get.
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1st Reap

Hi, my name is Tania Masterson. I'll be straight, this world we live in, is nothing as it seems. I mean, right now, there are supernatural things going on that would simply blow your mind if you could see them like I can. But that's my job, making sure you don't. You know those people who go on TV and rant about apocalypses and stuff like that? Well, there are half right. Those people are usually victims who have seen what lies behind the curtain, but people like me stop such disasters from happening. So yeah, in short, I'm a demon slayer in this modern day and age. It is actually an art that has been around for centuries. Now, where to begin…

I guess I'll start with how I got involved. I was eighteen, and it was a normal evening with my boyfriend and his family. All seemed great, his folks were all right, but his Dad did come home towards the end of the supper. He was covered in blood, which worried me at first, but Sam, my mate, explained that his Father was a butcher. The large sack he had over his shoulder still left me on edge, however. But after he cleaned himself up, the Father joined and approved of our relationship.

After that, I was a bit fatigued, and felt it was dangerous for me to walk home by myself. Luckily, Sam's family allowed me to stay for the night. However, I had to call my Mom to be the approval from her. That's when things started to go downhill. Mom was a single parent, and rarely left the house at night. So, it was odd that she didn't pick up. The moment I hung of the phone, I was clubbed by something heavy and my body went numb. I couldn't speak, but I could still see, it was Sam's family who was responsible. I quickly put everything together; His Father murdered my Mother…and I was next.

I should of figured it odd that they let me have three plates of that steamed pasta in tomato sauce. They barely touched it, and there was no meat in the dish. They tied me to a chair, and forced me to watch my Mother's corpse being cooked. There was no doubt in my mind that they were cannibals. Though I couldn't utter a word, I prayed. I prayed that someone would save me and deliver swift justice to these monsters. Within a second of my mental stamp to God, he answered…

A slicing sound rang through the home that made everyone freeze. At first, I thought it was them chopping off my limbs, but it was my savior. He walked through the front door as if he were a ghost. A tall and youthful dark skinned man with short, curly green hair. His clothes were a long sleeve button up shirt with a dark green vest, black slacks that had matching gloves and shoes. His demeanor was murky as he sported a rather aggravated frown at the family. "Quentin family…" He beckoned. His simply speak caused the room temperature to drop. "You have breached the covenant, this girl, nor was her Mother in your jurisdiction to kill."

"Who cares!? We were hungry! You know how long it took us just to prepare her!?" Sam hissed. And right before my eyes, I saw the true form one the man I loved. His teeth had sharpened into full on fangs and his skin a charcoal black. His eyes shined a golden brown while his hair whitened like snow. I had no idea what was going on at the time, even if I was fully awake. But what became clear, was death. The Mother charged the well dressed man first. The green haired stranger flashed a scythe, a rather large one at that and severed her in half. Or so I thought, as her body was still intact after the blow. Even stranger, after the blade had made its mark, she wasn't injured, but still keeled over. The Father was next; he attempted to cleave the dark man with a pair of butcher knives and missed every swing. At first, the man cut the knives and they phased through the Father's hands. Final with a horizontal slice slipping through the Father's throat, he fell over in a stupor, as well.

In a cowardly act, Sam wrapped his arm around my neck in an attempt to hold me hostage. Within minutes, the man I was ready to lose my virginity to, had destroyed any dreams of that happening. "What now, Grim Reaper? You said this girl isn't fated to die, yet, if you so much as move a muscle, I'll break her neck!"

This, 'Grim Reaper' merely shrugged. "If you do, then I can just bring her back and your punishment will be more severe." He threatened. From his vest pocket, the Reaper displayed a small business card. "I might as well rip this in half, then." He smiled.

"W-Wait!" Sam stammered. "I-I was just kidding!"

I didn't know what that small slip meant, but it seemed important to Sam. So much so, he had forgotten about me and approached the Reaper for that card. The green haired guy made it seem he was giving it to Sam, but at the last moment, he moved aside and a large, burning chimney appeared. Sam gasped, as the fire grew and started to drag him towards it.

"You tricked me!"

"Had to get you to release the girl somehow. You demons don't play fair, why should I? A reaper's card is only for those who earned it and I have yet to see a devil who has. Tell Lucifer I said Hi, okay?" With an echoing scream, Sam and his family were dragged into the flames.

The man then adjusted his gloves and folded his scythe into oblivion. I was still dazed, but I clearly remember these events. He placed his hand on my forehead which rejuvenated me and brought me back to full consciousness. On instinct, I kicked the man in between his legs, but to no avail. He simply smiled and said, "Ma'am, those don't work."

"Thank you…" I blushed. Really, I was embarrassed. Here he was, a complete stranger saving my life, and I reward him by trying to kick him in his testicles…that apparently don't work.

It a little later in the night that I finally calmed down and replayed everything I saw. The Reaper stayed in the house with me until I was ready to talk. He first gave me his name, Boss Grim, and his occupation. Turns out, he's one of many Grim reapers that inhabit our world. It seems he's both a spirit and a body, a constant oxymoron that walks the very Earth with us people. His job is not to take the dead to the afterlife, but those who have escaped from it. Mostly devils, like I had experienced, take human shells and live among us. They are supposed to lure us into a sinful live on our own free will, and then are allowed to consume our souls in the end. In Sam's case, he was supposed to seduce me into taking my virginity and kill me. But he became impatient and…you know the rest.

"Tania, are you documenting our first encounter?"

"Yes Boss Grim, is that a problem?"

"Why would you ask that? You realize if people knew of my job, the world would turn more chaotic than it already is?"

"I'm just writing a memento of our adventures."

"Is that so? Then, why not tell them of the time you acquired a new body?"

"D-Do I have to?"

"It's only fair. You told of my unprofessional first appearance, why not the delicious tale of how you gained your new frame."

"Ugh…fine…"

It was about a year later after meeting Boss Grim. In a strange act of simplicity, I had asked the living spirit if I could accompany him in his work. To my shock, he accepted my request with a simple shrug. I had said goodbye to my life and dead Mother soon after, hoping she is watching from heaven.

"You're not moving fast enough…"

"I'm building on the story!"

Anyway, Boss explained that as a Grim Reaper, he travels the area, specifically, Europe, hunting down ghosts and demons who break their agreements with both God and Satan. Grim reapers are neutral bodies that act as police within the living world. They work in secret, appearing as regular people and exorcise wayward spirits. There is a reaper for humans, animals and even ideas. The scythe, is a Reaper's primary weapon. It has the power to grant life and death. With Boss' scythe if it cuts something, they become like a spirit, intangible and but vulnerable to a Reaper's strikes. On the other end, when a spiritual object is hit with the scythe, that's where I come in.

It seems when a ghost or demon is killed by a living person, it is seen as the ultimate insult in Hell. As punishment, they are sent to the lowest depths, without any chance of hope or escape. Boss is a bit of a jerk with this rule. One of the reasons he brought me along was to kill ghosts in their physical form. He says that ghosts and devils never make his job easy, so he aims to punish them by making me kill them. Making an example out of them to the other evil spirits. But hey, I'm useful in that situation.

But there was one situation that even Boss Grim had trouble with. Yes, it is the one where…I change, but that's not why you should be reading this! With that said, it started in Europe, London specifically. Cliché, I know, but spirits are usually in the more popular areas. Boss had received word that a demon of Gluttony was on the loose in the city. Naturally, it was a message from the devil himself, so it was as vague as ever…

Demons can usually be identified by the seven deadly sins, so it isn't hard tracking their activities. And gluttony was a real easy one…or so I thought.

The day began when I awoke in our hotel. I was dressed in a long, dark blue pea coat, a red plaid undershirt, matching skirt and brown flat cap. I would describe my hair…but let's just leave it at, it's blonde.

"That's it? You really sold yourself short, Tania. Why not relish in your soft, peach colored skin or your 5'8 stature? And what's wrong with your hair? I styled it myself."

By 'styled,' he means butchered. While I do have a full head of hair, it's no longer than my ears and all these berets and bows are entangled so much, I wear the hat for the sole purpose of hiding the…monstrosity…Back to the story at hand, and the call forwarded us to the latest victim of the demon. In the news, London was apparently in the midst of an obesity outbreak. An exaggerated report that would provide the cover we need while we worked. It had just aired when we entered the estate of a woman of nobility.

No, it wasn't the Queen, we're not that famous. Instead, we were shown to some stuck up bitch named Catherine DeMonte. She was in her early thirties, skin as pale of a phantom and had a heart blacker than any demon. She had long brown hair, and wore a light gray dress of sheer elegance. White frills were sown on the trim of the attire, while a black brassier could be seen holding her well endowed chest. In short, she had been a perfect target for the demon. Formerly skinny, and powerful, she could order men to go jump off a bridge and they would do it. She was picturesque in the eyes of most men, and now, her looks tended to a different crowd of males…

"Hate to interrupt Tania, but I do hope the story picks up in the next chapter. It seems you were more interested in talking about me than yourself."

"Boss, I told you, this is all build up!"

"Well, I hope it's worth it. I almost fell asleep for the third time."



2nd Reap

So yeah, the noble woman was a fat ass, a really one. We saw her in the living room, watching the news of the botched obesity report. Boss Grim and I stared at the adipose beast as she crammed handfuls of chips in her mouth. My guess, this 400 pound wench almost overtook the entire couch as she lay across it. Her stomach slouched over her waist and halfway toward the floor. Her manners seemed to of disappeared along with the sight of her feet. Crumbs stained her expensive dress and she let out a large belch in her continuing action of ignoring us.

"Excuse me…" I spoke.

The pancake faced woman turned with her eyes narrowed. Without a word, she turned away and continued to watch television.

"My apologies Miss, but the local church has called us to aid you in your demonic encounter." Boss began as he approached Ms. DeMonte. Immediately, I mean like, faster than anyone of that size should move, she enveloped Boss in her fleshy wings and pulled him to the couch with her.

"It was terrible! This ghastly thing came to be while I was getting a glass of milk in the middle of the night. I tried my best to fight her off, but she was just too powerful! The priest said they detected no evil presence within my home, but she comes at all times of the day and night."

"Odd, demons usually have a pattern." Boss noted. "But…don't worry ma'am, we'll catch this devil without fail."

"I am eternally in your debt!" Ms. Catherine praised, practically squeezing the life out of my partner…

"So when exactly does this demon attack?" I asked.

Again, this stupid woman acted as if I were invisible. "I'm a bit famished." She then rang a bell near her which beckoned the butler. He appeared with a tray of crème filled snack cakes for the noble woman, bowed and departed.

"Ms. DeMonte, if you would please, tell us of when the demon attacks."

"I honestly have no idea, Mr. Grim. I do know it's female, therefore, she is jealous of my beauty."

Yeah, right…

"Jealousy is a common motive, but this is a demon of glutton, so excess would be more appropriate."

"Really, Mr. Grim? I can't imagine what that has to do with me."

"It's your wealth, madam. This demon is attracted by your vast riches, but your lack in charity. If you want the devil to stop plaguing you, I suggest you start sharing your wealth, or else, become an image of your fortune."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing?" Ms. DeMonte countered. "besides, I earned everything before you. I inherited my parent's oil stocks fair and square, as the eldest of the DeMonte family."

"You didn't earn it, it was given to you!" I shouted.

"Tania, please." Boss cautioned. "Though that may be true Ms. DeMonte, the fact that you haven't shared it is what's attracting the spirit. If you can recall a similarity in each of our attacks, we can safely ensure we'll be able to apprehend the culprit."

"To be honest, I have been a bit stressed, lately. With my third home under construction, delays have been rampant and the workers are complaining about their pay. You know this world is in the midst of harsh times. I can't simply give them more money without jeopardizing my staff's paychecks."

"I understand. We will have to spend the night in this abode to monitor activity around here. In most cases, the demon is nesting within someone close to you. But do not try to call out the demon yourself; it may throw us off the trail."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Grim."

Later, Boss Grim and I consulted outside the woman's property. Obviously, he knew I had a whole truckload of things to say. So, with his usual apathetic character, he listened t every fat-related insult, every spoiled brat comparison and every death threat I kept bottled up inside.

"So, she's a bit sexist. Obviously, she thought of you as a threat since, I am quite a catch."

"Maybe you two should go off and elope." I mocked.

"That would be a good idea, rich in both wealth and body. Though, she's the type that would want children and I can provide that service, a shame, really."

"Would you stop worrying about your loins and focus!? Now, it is obvious the demon appears when this bitch eats. It's a gluttony demon, right? There, problem solved."

"Hm, seems you and Ms. DeMonte have similar thought patterns. But if you actually listened to your fellow female, she said she was stressed. Usually when people are stressed, they do tend to overeat, but this demon would more than likely attack when the human is less aware. More than likely, when she is sleepy or tired."

"Is that the reason you volunteered us to spend the night?'

"Yes."

"The real reason?"

"I have no real attraction to Ms. DeMonte, I guarantee."

For the rest of the day, I wondered around the mansion, gazing into the mundane routine of the rich and bitchy. For the most part, I interviewed the staff while helping them with their chores. As expected, DeMonte was a horrible woman who would make messes just to torture her staff. Their only breaks seemed to be their breaking point to which, some were even hospitalized in the past. Ms. DeMonte did things solemnly on her own, but this wasn't the cause of her blubbery body. As reported, she had in recent times, started to binge eat when she took on the notion of acquiring property. The bids were often fierce, and drove Ms. DeMonte to seek comfort. With intimacy as a bit of a stretch, she sought after a better companion, food.

The noble herself, had been with Boss for most of the day, trying to impress him. She traveled her quarters, constantly on the phone with her business partners, who were more than surprised to hear her voice. Waiting on her hand and foot, the servants were serving the woman her favorite snacks as she strode by, adding to the already bulky woman. Perhaps Grim's favorite moment was when the conversation was taken outside. Evidently, Ms. DeMonte was feeling dry and wanted to soak in her in ground pool. Now, don't get too excited but…

Clearly oblivious to her flabby body, Ms. DeMonte sported a two piece bikini in an attempt to further delude herself that Boss was interested. Her rolls overtook the sides of the outerwear as she waddled toward the pool. The top threatened to snap under the pressure of holding her boobs that poked out of the thin top. Needless to say, her bottom was covered by the curtain that was her belly.

Though I am used to Boss' helplessness in keeping his oxymoronic existence a secret, he still wasn't. He joined Lady DeMonte in the water fully dressed. The act alone sent the woman in a yelling fit, but quickly calmed down when Boss explained his reasoning. Being a Reaper, minor things like clothing and food aren't much concern. Boss can eat, but he does it merely to keep up appearances and pleasure. His clothes can be damaged, but return to their default form after sometime. It seems the only thing Boss really needs is sleep, but even that is a rare occurrence.

After the dip, the sun started to set and dinner was served. To put it lightly, a buffet spread greeted us at the table. Both by my own preferences and Madam DeMonte's suggestion, I sat at the opposite end of the table while Boss was next to the Hostess. As I ate, the two laughed casually at the inaudible banter in my company. Honestly, Boss isn't this abusive, he's just trying to make the best of this woman's situation and here I am, as unprofessional and envious as her.

The lady's appetite seemed to be as large as space, itself. Even with her torso overlapping on her dining table, she still continued to gorge. Then, it hit me, 'Could she be the demon?' More accurately, she would have been possessed, but all in all my theory made sense. But my thought pattern was obscured by Boss' involvement in the woman's feast. As time expired, Miss DeMonte started to become fatigued under the weight she had put on from her eating habits. Despite this, Boss Grim encouraged her to continue, even going to the measures of spoiling her by hand feeding her and rubbing that ghastly stomach. I had enough, jealous or not, this was unprofessional. "Erhm, maybe it's time for Miss DeMonte to hit the hay." I tip-off.

The two glared at me and looked into the other's eyes. Taking my suggestion to heart, Boss led Madam and me out of our chairs and into the chambers on the upper floor. Sometimes I forget how much of a gentleman Boss is, then I realize why. In light of Boss' regal performance, I know deep down he's a typical man and in the end, getting a woman to the bedroom is his final goal.

"…I'm not that shallow. Ms. Madam obviously needed help carrying that entire burden the demon has dropped on her. The act of holding her tight, round stomach as we walked, was simply not to stress the seams of her dress."

"You're strangely descriptive alibi only furthers your guilt."

Boss Grim sets and tucks Madam in her nightwear and bed that was the size of at least two King sized ones. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, she releases Boss' hand and drifts asleep. He continues to beam at the sleeping giant, closing the door. The entire time, I was gagging at the empty scene. "How could you lead her on like that? You know this is strictly a job, yet you are playing with her heart."

"I only do it to comfort her. The lady is clearly in distress, I am nothing more than a temporary knight in shining armor." In an instant, a demonic aura fills the hallway. "Strange, there is no one here…"

I shove the empty headed Boss through the door, revealing the actual site of the sensation. A murky mist is seen emitting from the client. Boss and I can't believe our eyes, the woman was further expanding before our eyes!



3rd Reap

"I can honestly say, you are only about half into the story and now I am interested."

"You're only saying that because I become the next victim."

"Don't spoil the story too much Tania, I want the reader to experience the bliss I did and witness your grief in retelling this milestone."

So there we were, awing at the spectacle before us. Immediately, Boss sliced the light smoke with his large sickle. To both our surprise, nothing happened. "This thing…is taunting me…" He seethed.

"What do you mean?"

"It's attacking the Lady through a different medium. One that isn't living or dead. Sadly, this is out of my hands, we'll have to call a thought Reaper."

"But who knows how long that could take!? This woman is suffering, now!" I pressure.

"Oh? You're showing concern for the Lady? You really are fickle."

"If you hadn't stuffed her like a turkey, we might have had more time!"

In the midst of our arguing, Ms. DeMonte's body melted over the bed with her increasing weight. Her womanly frame soon vanished under the sea of fat she was accumulating.

"We have to act fast, Tania, lay the pillows under the bed."

"Why?"

"You want to save the Mistress, do you not?"

Grunting, I obeyed Boss' unique ordered. It all came together in his next act. Raising his scythe high, he cut the bed, making it intangible. DeMonte's heavy body plopped to the floor and her head landed safely on the pillow. "Huh!? What!?" She snorted, in her awakening. "Wait…I'm not in the kitchen?"

"Afraid not." Boss answered. "I fear the situation has turned dire. Seems the church has dispatched the wrong sort of Reaper for this job. My deepest apologies but, you must call in a thought Reaper to exorcise this demon."

"N-No, what he means is, we'll just have to get you back to sleep." I interjected. "In this case, I have to face the demon in your dream; Boss woke you up to test this theory." And there went my big mouth. Though I was right in the share dream thing, my pride in my work got the best of me. I really didn't want to enter this woman's mind, but I didn't want to fail, either. Thankfully, the Lady agreed to the terms and even better, she was still a bit dreary.

It was then my turn to enter her mind. Boss cleaved me with his scythe, making me able to possess the sleeping noble. Once inside her mind, I quickly could see why she was a perfect target. Her mind was in shambles, an obscured version of her mansion lay before me, stationed in a dead grassland with a crimson sky above. Boss soon entered with me, and we traveled further in. The halls of the warped estate were filled with a faint chewing sound and we followed it into the kitchen. There, the Lady sat in her armchair with her fat rolls filling in the spaces of the small furniture. She had a plate piled high with sweets. Cakes, pies, and snacks cakes to name a few. Her stained hand and crumb filled limps followed by a sensational moan made her the picture of gluttony.

Boss then headed into the fabled kitchen to seek out the culprit. "Remain with Ms. DeMonte." He ordered. I had no idea what Boss Grim was planning, but I figured he wanted me to protect this cow, just in case.

I watched from the dining table as the figure came into my sight. A tattooed maiden was matching swords with Boss. She was clad in a white chef's uniform and her skin was an unworldly red. A set of horns protruded from her forehead while a pointed tail swung from her lower back. She was just as big as the Mistress, and strangely more agile than Boss.

Reaper's, are scaled at the peak of human ability. A level that is actually far beyond what modern medicine could even fantasize. Still, Reapers can be killed, which is the only way they can escape their job. If you haven't figured it out by now, Boss Grim isn't his real name. In order to become a Reaper, a spirit must choose the moment they die, to give up their existence. Their name, history and the memories they created in others on Earth are gone. They are then given empty graves where their former lives are buried, never to be discovered by anyone.

So now, my blank slated partner is tossed across the kitchen by the stout devil. Judging by the stance and shape, it is a she-devil. Boss recovers in time for the demon to advance, he lands a clean blow, but the demon is unaffected. He is then smacked by the pudgy hand of the enemy, sending him into a cluster of pots and pans. It is then I realized why Boss was so eager to get a different reaper for this job. He knew he couldn't do much to her, as she is a demon that plagues one's thoughts, not their physical body. It has become obvious he did this to spare my feelings and the Mistress'; he's such an idiot…

Understanding Boss' intention, I rush in with my weapon of choice. Though scythes are cool and all, I prefer a more modern choice. From my inner jacket pockets, I flash two chrome pistols and fire into the devil's chest. I fail as well, when the bullets flew through her with no harm. Her blood red fingers wrap around my throat, extending in an instant within range of me. Her veins become visible as her grip tightens. The lines on her harm pulsate and I feel a warm sensation take over my body.

I let out a yelp, but for some reason, DeMonte acts before Boss Grim. She tackles the demon, and the two fat hogs tussle through the kitchen. Boss Grim and I watch as the Mistress easily overpowers the demon and lifts her overhead.

"…How is this possible?"

"Faith, my dear. While a thought Reaper would have been easier, if the victim acquires a jolt in faith and reason, they can easily overpower the devil that plagues them. My guess, hearing you suffer has made Lady DeMonte turn over a new leaf. Seems someone caring for her, despite her personality, has shown her the error of her ways."

I never thought about it, but Boss was right; a little kindness can go a long way. Here we were, about to give up on this woman, but then something sparked in me to save her. I couldn't believe-Wow that was a nasty pile driver…

The demon lay in a panting state, utterly defeated by the larger Mistress. Oddly, she still had a smile on her face, as if she won. "Heh, looks like my time…is up." She grinned with a huff.

"You got that right, devil! You will not be hurting me, or anyone else ever again!" Ms. DeMonte proclaimed. She then finished the demon off by stopping on her face, reducing her to smoke.

We then exited Lady DeMonte's mind and awoke with the sunrise. The woman emerged from her bed, still a ton of fun, however. But, she didn't seem to mind. In the end, all was well, and we lived happily-

"Oh, no, you're not getting off that easily!"

"Boss, please, I don't-"

"You know, not telling the whole story is technically lying. Is there a pride demon that I should know about?"

"No, but it's just…embarrassing as to what happens next…"

All seemed well, until my stomach started tangle up inside me.

"Oh, looks like someone's hungry." DeMonte giggled.

It's true, I was. I hadn't eaten much at dinner, plus, there were probably some leftovers in light of other people's appetites. I excused myself and headed to the kitchen. There, the saved food was wrapped in rolls of foil. I started to uncover the contents, and couldn't believe how well kept everything was. My first course was a reheated turkey leg that practically sent me to heaven after the first bite. Whoever the chef was, I wished he was my servant. I wouldn't mind looking like Ms. DeMonte if this were the reason.

Next, I moved on to a basket of buttered rolls, light and fluffy like clouds. Though bread was supposed to be hearty, I barely felt it take up place in my stomach. Yes, you could assume by now I continued to eat until I consumed enough to feed a city. Little did I knew that the consequence of my indulgence was clearly showing on my body. I was deaf to the button pops on my coat that had started to show my stretching undershirt. My pasty stomach had dropped down to my thighs which had become literal barrels of adipose. My skirt was lifted on top of my inflating backside that became a cushion when I sat in the kitchen with the plates surrounding me on the floor.

Nonetheless, I was in bliss, and couldn't control myself. It was then a soft touch graced my swollen, saggy cheeks. I was spellbound. My droopy eyes followed the red hand as it waved another turkey drumstick in my face. It then shoved the meat wad between my lips and I hummed gracefully. I reclined into a cushiony surface; little did I know I was resting my head on the belly of the previous devil. It seemed she had entered my body in the fight within the Lady's dreams and now possessed me through my body, not my mind.

She stroked my hat and pulled it off to reveal my hair. When she saw the jungle of locks, she then quickly covered it back with my cap. The feeding continued, an in a mere 15 minutes, I was well on my way to beating out the Mistress in weight. The cooking demon of gluttony herself was filling out, too. She was feeding on my feeling of excess and her red flesh started to overtake the kitchen while food appeared on her body and floated to me. We were two fat women in heaven, on the fast track to Hell.

"Ah, the moment I've been waiting for. Took you long enough, but I must say the setup makes me want to read from the beginning again."

"Sometimes I wonder if you are as good as you say you are."

"Reapers are neutral, much like you humans. We are entitled to benefits and disadvantages to both good and evil."

"Likely excuse!"



4th Reap

I have to say, although I seemingly portrayed Boss Grim as incompetent, he is quite the professional, when he wants to be.

At long last, he had finally caught wind of my disappearance. I've seen him slide into the kitchen, scythe in hand. But by then, the chef devil's fatty skin had oozed all over the floor and countertops. Boss didn't have much more to fight, especially with me in the way. He stood still, taking a guarding stance with his weapon. The cooking demon launched my empty plates at him and Boss countered by cutting his scythe in the projectiles. The ivory platters continued to soar until they vanished in thin air. Presently a bit more confident, Boss Grim let out a swagger, and whiffed his short bangs. But the stare down resumed soon after, then I realized why.

"Stop letting your preferences take over and finish her!" I shouted. It is true, my partner likes bigger women, but it's also his weakness. More precisely, he can't function well with women he likes, thus explaining his total comfort level with Lady DeMonte. Boss was hesitant because my size and the demon's were right up his alley for both of our species. The demon took note of this and proceeded to engorge me more. I was helpless, by now; my guns were unreachable hidden within my shapeless frame.

It was then Boss understood my situation. He gulped and went in for the kill. Since I was possessed, his scythe severed the plane that made the demon intangible upon contact. She howled as her wound was made clear, a large slit in the sea sized stomach of hers. However, it quickly disappeared as her flesh molded together. Boss went in for another strike, aiming to cleave her in an overhead swing, but her body quickly rose up to his and she kissed him on the lips.

Boss was petrified. The sheer look on his face told me everything, he liked it. The red blob demon then hugged him in her arms as I rolled outside the kitchen. I grunted seeing my Reaper pal enticed. In two days, two women had already seduced him while I, his partner for a little over a year got nowhere.

"It's called, 'morals.'"

"Like you have any!"

On the other hand, Boss' intentions always have an ulterior motive. In sacrificing himself after slicing the demon, he made her physical. The ball was in my court in that moment, to finish the job. In my tumble, my very pistols had fallen beside me. Quickly looping my pudgy fingers within, I open fired on the devil. The shots pelted her skin, sending splatters of blood from her person. She let out a piercing cry that temporarily stopped by attack.

Boss managed to escape and regrouped with me outside the kitchen doorway. He wiped his thumb across his nostrils and gave me an approving smirk. Soon, the demon was on the move. She molded her wounds shut, and started to inch toward us. I don't think she realized she was physical until she fastened herself in the doorway. Even I was embarrassed for her…She helplessly struggled and squirmed in an effort to pry herself and skewer us, but she wasn't going anywhere.

Standing up, I saw Boss ogling at the rabid devil. I quickly put an end to that by planting a shell in her forehead.

With another snack filled meeting with Ms. DeMonte, it was revealed that her chef was fired sometime ago. She was a women and one of statuesque proportions. Lady DeMonte fired her after she figured out the chef's preferences. To put it mildly, she was a lesbian gold digger, who enticed her targets with her food, fatten them and poison them after she was promised a fortune. Lady DeMonte had no interest in woman, which made the chef, upset. From then on, it could be assumed the cook either sold her soul, or recently died and returned as a vengeful spirit. In any case, the job was done, and we were off.

"Or so you thought."

"No, we really were."

"But what about the eating competition you and Lady DeMonte had? Or the week we spent there?"

"Never happened."

"I sense that pride spirit, again…"

"Boss, understand that I am not going to inform everyone of everything we do! Besides, all that stuff was your idea, and neither I, nor Lady DeMonte lost a pound since then!"

"Why are you complaining? You use guns, there's no real need for movement in that field. Just aim and shoot."

"There are so many things wrong with your assumption, but I'll just leave you in your pool of ignorance. So, that's the story of our job. It isn't always like that, but for some reason, Boss Grim loves that particular assignment."

"What are you talking about? We always get those kinds of jobs. There's the elephant spirit in India, the possessed bread revolt in France, the Hippo Goddess in Egypt-"

"Those never happened, okay!?"
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