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Throughout Hell, across its infernal red sky and bustling landscape, laid a wide-open plane of existence, filled to the brim with high-rising structures and many streets, as the dead carried on their usual business of sinning, debauchery and everything in-and-around them. Bright, dazzling, non-stop lights of the city and its equally-persistent denizens made themselves present, with the sheer number of sinners and demons roaming about always remaining dense, if not seemingly growing steadily with each passing minute. Amidst the countless buildings, while being far distant from them, the Hazbin Hotel sat on its own plot of land. With its own presence and lack of ongoing activity surrounding it being a far-cry from the rest of the packed Pride Ring, it practically stayed as dead as the bulk of Hell’s inhabitants. If anything, the building itself, from both inside and out, looked to be the perfect getaway from all the noise and chaos that the afterlife continually bred. On this particular day, adding on to the never-ending ones for the sinners, a precarious duo made their way towards it.
Inside its spacious lobby, Angel Dust had been sitting at the bar, letting the countless hours flow right through him as he enjoyed himself in the moment, taking another sip of whiskey graciously given to him, despite going against the hotel’s very reason for existing. At this precise moment, the tall spider was the only one around, for everyone else had gone off to do their own respective tasks or carry on with their own activities. Even Husk, who had served him the drink, went his own way for a little while. In the meantime, it was only the white-and-pink sinner, his drink, and the near-empty void that he sat within, decorated with striking furniture and various additions, further acquainting the building to take on the form of a proper hotel, or as proper as it could be. Near-silence filled the space, save for the room-tone that persisted without a hitch, alongside the occasional noise coming from one of the structure’s many halls or rooms, likely caused by one of the demons from within. While the free-flowing seconds continued to slip through the cracks of this lonesome place, Angel took another sip of his whiskey, gulping it down and letting out a sigh, as he placed the short glass back onto the countertop. It was at this precise moment that a thundering sound began to faintly be picked up by the spider, who perked up slightly at the occurrence.
“Da fuck?” He muttered, twisting his head and body around while seated on one of the few samey red-velvet stools, trying to spot the source of the noise. Having looked around for several seconds and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned back towards the bar, which itself faced away from the hotel’s front doors. Just as he was about to move beyond that disturbance and reach for his drink yet again, another sound emanated from somewhere close-by; sounding awfully closer this time, before slowly increasing in frequency and prominence.
BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…
…CA-RUNCH!!!
As Angel acutely observed with his senses, particularly through the intensifying shaking of the ground, along with the ripples going off in the middle of his drink, he confusedly swiveled himself from atop his seat, turning back to the direction where he perceived the growing noise to still be coming from, staring at it confusedly. He continued looking in that direction, feeling strong bouts of nervousness amidst a faint nonchalant behaviour, as what seemed to be heavying footsteps made their way towards the front doors of the hotel. As the anticipation mounted within him, he continued looking over, vigilantly waiting for what was heading towards the building. It wasn’t until a round, gigantic silhouette filled the space of the double-doors and their stained-glass windows that Angel felt a strong, unshakable fear, primarily over not knowing what this thing was that now looked to be standing right in front of the hotel’s doors. In this intensifying moment, he dared not utter a word nor make a sound, as he felt uncertain over who or what this boulder-shaped presence was, and what exactly it was here for, effectively silencing him. Over the next handful of seconds, Angel watched with precaution as the silhouette remained in place, only for a much smaller one to shuffle in front of it, making its way towards the outside handles of both doors, before opening them as wide as possible, nearly bending them off of their hinges. The large silhouette remained in place, yet still appeared at such, even without the doors and windows in-front of it.
Right before Angel’s eyes, in the heat of this tense occurrence, he stared as the smaller silhouette revealed itself, entering the hotel. From a far-enough distance from the bar in which he stayed seated at, the fluffy sinner watched as Sir Pentious slithered his way inside, with his movements playing out in a much slower manner. While the tall, black-and-yellow snake demon showcased an evident neutral expression, Angel’s shifted into one of fascination. Despite the battles both demons have had over the years, the spider instantly gawked at Pentious’s form; particularly that of lower half. From the snake’s waist and far below it, his lower half had thickened graciously, around thrice its original state, appearing insatiably plump and hypnotic as he moved about, seemingly swaying and flaunting his assets without flirtatious intentions. Such heaviness on his frame looked to slow him down a considerable amount in terms of movement, with every inch of ground or floor he moved across creaking, as evident by his currently-reduced actions. As Angel stared at the snake he usually maimed and attacked with little-to-no-thought, Pentious slithered towards the centre of the hotel lobby. It was there that he spotted Angel, and looked towards him, showing none of his usual snark, simply saying “Greetings” with no strings attached in his vocal delivery.
Although the well-dressed snake had entered inside, there was still something else that freaked Angel out, deep within. Behind the thickened demon from half the lobby’s distance, still standing across the outer side of the doorway, the giant rock of a silhouette continued showing itself, appearing as though the world outside the hotel was nothing more than a purely black void of nothingness. In one simplistic motion, Pentious looked back at the entrance, motioning his hand to have what was still out there come in. It was at this precise second in which the immensely-round shape began to step inside, booming footsteps resuming, while revealing a set of tiny, fairly-thin legs that held up the rotund nature of its spherical form, that Angel, in complete shock, realized it was not a silhouette, but in fact, someone he very-well knew, begrudgingly so. “What in da hell!?” The tall spider yelped out, jumping from his seat and nearly falling to the floor. He used his lower set of hands to hold onto the bar-stool, preventing him from landing down there, as he regained some semblance of composure. In these following seconds, with a look of initial, undeniable disbelief, he asked the one question that came into his mind, within spotting those tiny legs and black-fur entering the hotel’s lights. “…Niss? Is dat you?”
Angel continued to stare towards the doorway, watching his shockingly-massive brother try and enter the hotel’s main entrance. Initially, Arackniss took a few waddling steps in an effort to rotate himself, before ducking down and awkwardly shuffling sideways, in order to fit through the already-widened double-doors. This movement in particular revealed just how enormous the shorter, black-furred spider had become in recent times. Especially since the last time Angel saw him. Ample, abundant fat packed itself into every inch of space imaginable inside of the sinner, having quite literally blown up into a size multiple times that of his once-tiny and thin physique; even appearing far taller than he had been before, going by how much he lowered himself to fit through the doorframe. Each and every one of his limbs packed on immense heft respectively, with arms looking close to resembling barrels in width, pressing into the doorway as he used his chunky hands to hold onto it in his attempt at getting inside. At the very bottom of his form, his legs, while still noticeably-tinier than the rest of him, as was the case before his shocking transformation, had put on some weight of their own, thickening out to an extent, while somewhat retaining their original look. All the while, his bountiful asscheeks dug deeply into the sides of the doorway, contorting and squishing against them as he pushed his way through them, using his stubby legs to awkwardly shuffle inside, grinding both fluffy mounds deeply into the specific architecture.
At the front and centre of this, once he squeezed himself through the doorway properly and swung around to face the lobby from his front, Arackniss’s largest quality came into immediate view. Large, spherical, and covered in a fairly-dense layer of fur, his belly stuck out by a great distance, yet not enough to detract from his literal ball-shaped appearance. The grandiose chunk of fat hung down fairly low, covering a decent amount of his thighs and knees, alongside his equally-fattened member; one that could not be traditionally hidden anymore, on account of there being very little that fit him in terms of clothing. As a result, he had shown up completely naked, with his own belly acting as his only form of keeping public decency, despite a magnificently-sizeable rear end sticking out from behind, yet keeping their own curvature in spades. On all accounts, Arackniss had the undeniable appearance of a sumo wrestler; a gigantic ball-shaped spider whose entire form had thickened graciously, from his limbs, to his densely-layered back, his rounded torso, and all-over.
Once getting over the initial shock of such a sight before him, Angel finally spoke again. “Are my eyes gettin’ bad, or have ya gotten fatta?!” He teasingly asked with a snicker, now embodying a far-more jokey personality than mere seconds earlier. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up all ya want, ya drag show.” Arackniss replied with a straight-face, as he waddled towards his brother, shaking the floor with each step while forming small cracks. When the black-furred spider stood at a close-enough distance from Angel by only a few feet, he truly realized just how towering the walking ball of heft now stood at; his body radiating a strong heat from all-around it. This revelation shut up the white-and-pink spider, as he stared all the way up at Niss’s neckless head. With such silence established, a conversation began to properly unfold. “We have come to you with a request.” Pentious spoke, now standing next to Arackniss from his right, who looked down at Angel in his neutral expression.
“And what exactly would dat be?” Angel annoyingly spoke, as he crossed his lower set of arms and leaned backwards into the countertop. “Well, I was hesitant to come here, given our previous encounters. It was Nissy who convinced me otherwise, which I hope will do this proposition well in the long-run.” Pentious earnestly spoke, affectionally placing his left hand on a mere area of Arackniss’s gargantuan belly, squishing his digits into it ever-so slightly. Arackniss, especially in front of his brother, did his best to hold back the suddenly-pressing, yet light contact that the snake made onto him, keeping his well-meaning composure while feeling some strong heat down-below (At least that gut of the spider’s hid his feelings in more ways than one). “I am informing you in a most respectful manner that Nissy and I are now a couple. We are very much in love, and spending time with one-another.” Pentious told Angel. “With this in mind, I respectfully ask you to leave my territory in peace. In return, I will not unleash any sort of attack or attempt any sort of territorial takeover on what is yours.”
Upon hearing this, Angel stared at the pair for an agonizing minute, speaking not a word. The other pair were puzzled by this lack of reaction at first. That was, until he spoke again. “Are ya serious? Yer askin’ for mercy so you can date my blubber-butt of a brotha?! Oh, dis is priceless!” Wasting no time, Pentious took in a deep breath, and began to speak on his own accord. “Please, if you would sincerely consider what I am trying to tell you, it-”
GRRRRNN…
With sudden occurrence, Arackniss’s stomach grumbled fiercely, inadvertently interrupting the words of his lover, while leaving the thin spider silenced again. Angel looked at his brother in confusion, as Pentious showed no display of concern, with what he knew was about to commence yet again.
FWOOMP!
In a single, instantaneous, yet substantial increment, Arackniss grew in-front of Angel and Pentious in size and weight. Showcasing an abnormal jiggle all-over himself as it took place, the orb-like spider’s entire body filled-up with additional heft, increasing everything from his belly to his behind, the thickness of his limbs, plus far more. His body in-of-itself rounded out furthermore, looking closer to a giant balloon of a doughball than he already appeared as, with more fat puffing up his already rounded-out shape, greatly heavying himself all the while. “WHAT THE?!” Angel shouted, seeing his brother expand right in-front of him. A few seconds passed where he spoke nothing, until processing what he saw and cracking-up once more. Upon seeing this in action, Angel burst into a ridiculous display of laughter, banging the countertop with both of his right hands, as he nearly fell off his stool once again, holding onto it with his left ones. “Yer sum bottom-heavy freak, while yer nothin’ but a ball of fat! And yer still growin’ bigga!” Arackniss, watching this act on display, was not amused in the slightest. “Tony, for once can ya stahp bein’ so full of yerself?” He asked, annoyed at his brother. “Aw please, the only one full of himself here is you two, and arguably the strawberry pimp we got here!” Angel spoke back, with no hesitation.
From one of the many lone corners in the lobby, Alastor had been standing still, hiding in plain sight as he listened in on this developing conversation. Through his flawless act of staying still and eavesdropping, he picked up on a good amount of the situation between Arackniss and Pentious, including how the plump spider grew substantially, and still continued to do so at random, plus their proposition for peace between the thin one and the snake demon. Most apparent to the Radio Demon’s listening-in was how immaturely Angel handled the conversation, which, given his usual self, was not a major surprise. While he could not know with absolute certainty if it was the drink in Angel’s hand that made him lash out in this crude manner, or if it was his typical, uncontained self that led him to let-out teasing remark after teasing remark; all directed at the couple’s very forms of bottom-heavy and sumo proportions, respectively.
As Alastor kept a sharp ear towards the dying conversation, Angel rudely stood up from the stool, beginning to exit the lobby, walking towards one of the elevators to do so. “Look at ya two ‘lovebirds:’ PentiASS and AracknASS!!” Angel mockingly shouted, echoing between the lobby’s walls, He laughed up a storm as he did so, entering one of the elevators that had stayed dormant for a while. Right as the tall, thin spider stepped inside of it, he turned around to face the odd couple, giving them one final remark. “Ya two wanna love each otha’ so much, huh? Why don’t ya fuck off to whatever donut shop you two bankrupt on a daily basis.” Angel loudly shouted, as the doors closed in front of him, leaving him to make his way up towards his room.
In the newly-formed silence of the hotel lobby, the demonic couple stood in-place, both of them in mild-to-fair disbelief over how their attempt at this meeting fell apart due to the other party. Before either one could take a step, the Radio Demon suddenly appeared in-front of them, startling the pair as the ever-smiling sinner practically teleported to their current location from his hidden corner. He leaned forward towards them, while gesturing his right hand outwards, speaking clearly and with mischievous, enticing intent. “I couldn’t help but hear that hellish chat you two were trying to have. I’ve got a little something in mind to show that foolish spider just how full of himself he really is. Would either of you boys be interested in a ‘petite’ prank?” He asked, with a precarious chuckle bookending his own proposition, as Pentious and Arackniss both looked at him with growing intrigue, along with the same mischievous idea in their heads.
From within the sparse space within the rising elevator, Angel continued laughing to himself, still unable to get over how ridiculous the corpulent couple consisting of his brother and pathetic rival looked, with all their excessive, hefty weight. “Wat a fuckin’ joke.” The spider joyfully muttered under his breath, amidst several other scoffing, scathing remarks, as the doors opened to a floor several spaces upwards from the lobby, and stepped off of it, making his way towards his room. In no time at all, the sinner embarked on a several-second-long walk to the door leading into it, opening it without a care in the world. The fairly-grandiose space in which he resided in had just about everything that could greatly satisfy a demon involved in a lustrous field of work, such as himself. Bright, vivid lights of pink, purple, red and more were lit-up throughout the room through small, plentiful lights strewn out-and-about. Other primary hallmarks of his tailored abode included a sizeable bed all to himself (for the most part), a makeup station, with accompanying dressers to hold his outfits, accessories, and general belongings, and a well-decorated bathroom. All of these splendid features and items of furniture accommodated the spider demon in spades, allowing him to feel undeniably comfortable within its walls.
When he opened up the door on this particular occasion, however, he barely entered inside before finding a small, yet peculiar presence staring back at him. Nearly blending in with the bright colours around the room, a small red package sat on his bed, delicately placed towards the very end of it; similar in size to a shoebox. From where Angel stood in the doorway, he spotted a golden bow wrapped around the box, alongside patterns of thin lines all-over the box itself through its wrapping paper, all coated in a couple of varying shades of red. “Oh? Now wat do we have here?” Angel peculiarly asked himself, closing the door behind him and waking up Fat Nuggets in the process, as he walked up to the end of his bed, now standing before it as his pet stood up from his own tiny bed; now moving about through the hotel room. Precariously, the spider bent over, hovering right above the box, spotting a small tag attached to the bow. With the use of his upper hands, he picked up the package, and looked closely at the tag. In bold, cursive writing, it read “From an admirer.” Immediately, Angel blushed brightly, eagerly opening the box in order to see its contents inside. After a mere passage of time, with the use of all four hands, he opened it up in a fairly messy fashion, leaving many bits of red wrapping paper to the floor in which they fell onto, alongside the bow.
Sitting inside the package, neatly folded and placed within the small box, a bright, petite, pink pair of underwear revealed itself to a curious Angel, who picked up the garments while letting the box drop onto the floor, joining the miscellaneous scraps now surrounding it. Without wasting any time, the fluffy sinner examined them, taking in their peculiar appearance, while spotting the thin white waistband circling the top of the clothing article. Most notable from this examination, across their backside, a series of silvery sequins were embedded into the material, firmly spelling out the word “Juicy” across where one’s ass was meant to be against it, no doubt stretching the wording out to great effect once being worn. In the back of his mind, despite their utter glamour and sleek design, Angel felt the sense that the undergarments looked rather… tacky. Not to slander the overall make and quality of the item – for it looked to be all-around sturdy - but with the particular writing across its backside, alongside the wearer’s rear end, it seemed a fair amount tawdry. At least the bright, solid pink colouration stood out nicely. Even if such an aspect applied to the sequins as well; especially as they shone in the light, especially in Angel’s hands. Despite some doubtful thoughts towards it, the spider still believed they had their own brand of beauty to them.
Thinking very little surrounding their sudden arrival, Angel took the pair of undies, stretching them out sideways with both of his upper hands to get an idea of their general durability, and promptly undressed. He placed the undies back onto his bed, and in no time flat, took off all of his well-known outfit, leaving his long, slender body completely naked. At least no one else was around to see him like this, even with Nuggets moving around. Over a brief bout of time, he took a few steps towards a long, rectangular mirror he kept hung-up on one of the walls, just about as tall as him. As he stared at his fascinating physical self, turning around and feeling himself up in some particular places, particularly fluffing up his fairly-dense chest, he once again took the moment to admire his sheer beauty, all encapsulated in a stunning, fluffy, nine-foot-tall form. “Still lookin’ good.” He gleefully told himself, smile showing on his face, as he proceeded to move away from it, heading back to the front of his bed and snagging the “juicy” underwear. From here, he slipped them on, planting his two bulky feet through the holes and steadily rising the fabric upwards to their rightful position. Upon letting go of the band that now rested contentedly overtop his slender waist, Angel looked down, taking a moment to further bask in the look that the undergarments brought to his flawless physique.
No sooner than when Angel let go of the garments, they began to emit a series of faint red sparkles, lingering around the area where they sat on his rail-thin body while moving upwards and floating around him, before dispelling on their own accord a few seconds later. Soon after, a sparse outline of the exact same colouration took shape all-over Angel, which too disappeared a few seconds later, once it completely covered the very shape of his being. The spider did not notice both of these strange occurrences, as though the wearer himself could not see such oddities on display. Although, from one of the room’s corners, Fat Nuggets did. Seeing the bizarre red sparkles concerned Angel’s pet, who moved closer towards the spider in a steady, curious manner, looking upwards and watching with puzzled eyes from a distance. “Not too bad, if I do say so myself.” The demon told himself, examining them as they sat in place. He walked back towards his mirror, further checking himself out with a far better view right in front of him, via the reflective sheet of glass.
“Whaddya think, Nuggs?” He asked his pig, as he moved his body around through a few varying poses, demonstrating the contrast of the fabric compared to his appearance, while displaying some of the stretchiness that they were capable of. Nuggets let out a squeal of concern in response, which Angel did not pick up on, believing it to be an affirmative answer to what he had asked his pet. During the proceeding moment in which he continued looking at himself, Angel failed to notice a slight change in feeling throughout his body, primarily within his lower half. Around that area, particularly where his behind pressed against the precarious wording on the garments, several of the red sparks that appeared earlier came back again, forming in the air and emanating around his ass, which even in front of the mirror, Angel did not see. They glowed around the pair of cheeks, alongside his stick-like thighs and legs, before stealthily puffing up in width, ever-so carefully, leaving his lower assets a couple of inches plumper than they had just been. At first, Angel did not spot this slight enhancement over its subtlety. He did, however, feel a new sensation back there that he could have sworn was not there when he first donned the item of clothing, as portrayed by a confused expression on his face. “Is it just me, or are these things feelin’ kinda tight?” Angel asked to no one but he and his pet. At first, he glanced down-and-around his body using just his eyes against the long piece of glass, not noticing much of a change. It was as he began to turn his head back to get a better look at himself from behind that his undies suddenly tightened up greatly.
FWOOMPH!!
In a single instantaneous occurrence, Angel’s bottom half surged out in size, all of which the spider saw take place right before him, courtesy of the mirror. He froze in place, arms frenzied in place within the air, with his eyes widening as a now-significant weight could be undeniably felt below his waist. In the ensuing several seconds that passed afterwards, the spider moved not an ounce of his frame, except his darting eyes, frantically looking around to examine himself from where he stood in place, primarily over his thickened thighs and legs, from the perspective given to him by the mirror. After this brief passage of time, from which he regained a sliver of composure at the least, Angel slowly turned his head back, looking down to see a sight he never expected to stare back at him. There, as he moved it in that direction and stared down, gasping and letting out a shocked “What the hell?!” from his now-raised voice, two bulbous asscheeks jutted out significantly from within the confines of his underwear. The top of the fabric now showed off the upper bits of his ass, exposing the deepened crevice of his asscrack, plus a well-developed portion of his behind; enough to get at least a good handful of with a squeeze, across both sides.
At the other end below, two more partial, curvy mounds of booty had plumped out, escaping the coverings of the pink fabric while showing off more white-and-pink plumpness, already leaving very little to the imagination. Promptly, the fluffy sinner moved his head back to its normal position as he turned himself around, allowing his rear end and lower-down assets to be seen clearer in the glass panel. Here, he again looked back at himself towards his backside, showing off the swollen state of his bottom half. As if that weren’t bad enough, his bigger ass resulted in the wording across each cheek stretching out wider, accentuating the current state of that part of his physique, as the “i” in “Juicy” partially fell in-between his cheeks. It was as though his crack itself now represented the middle letter in the now-further-applicable wording to Angel’s sudden plight… one that was only just beginning.
BWOOOMPH!!
“Ngghh-”
Through another sizeable surge and uncontrollable moan, Angel’s behind swelled up again, along with his once-thin thighs and legs, all-around amplifying the complete figure of his bottom half with absolute fat, filling him furthermore. It left him with an ass twice the size of his miniscule one that now surpassed the countless demons who possessed their own weight down below, from the ones the spider had seen in his line of work over the decades. Two great cheeks stuck out further, exposing themselves more through the stretching garments, which now distorted to the point where the sight of its questionable phrase was reduced, as the “i” at its centre sank deeper into the spider’s deepening crevice. At the same time, the sinner immediately sensed a great tugging commencing from his front-side. Turning his head back and looking down, he quickly spotted a prominent bulge, fiercely pushing against the pink fabric. From what his eyes took in at this precise moment, the spider’s package had grown with the rest of his lower-figure; at least twice of what once fit perfectly within a pair of undergarments, as far as he could tell. Directly underneath his larger member, his eyes went on to detect two more protrusions from inside the fabric; no doubt his manhood having swollen up as well. A light press onto his member with a bare finger sent out another slight moan from the demon’s mouth, arousing him in the middle of his perplexed state. Tightness was among the central sensations Angel felt at this time, with how stretchy the underwear had already demonstrated itself to be by now. And yet, despite these swirling feelings inside of him, along with his added chunkiness below, the sinner only felt more nervous and concerned by the second.
FWOOMP!! FWOOMP!! FWOOMP!! FWOOMP!! FWOOMP!!
FWOOMPH!!
“What in da nine circles is happenin’ ta me?!” Angel cried out, witnessing his body distance itself from its former look at an alarming rate, bloating up with what looked to be an endless supply of fat, heavying him from inside, whilst putting ever-more strain onto the undies, which themselves now glowed a prominent red. The spider’s already-well-developed ass, thighs, and legs thickened and widened with haste, as a fluffy, enlarging belly began to take shape in the most literal fashion. Sandwiched between both sides, his member continued along with its own surges in growth, pulsating into a wider and thicker state alongside the slowly-developing arousal affecting the spider to some extent, only amplified by the expanding manhood beneath it. At the rate they grew, it would not be long before they made themselves known to the open. Angel watched with bitter astonishment as his non-existent stomach and chest grew rounder and plumper, becoming soft and squishy by the second, giving him the appearance of a bonafide glutton in a matter of seconds. Soon enough, Angel began to think of the correlation between his uncontrollable weight-gain and the peculiar pair of undies that he donned right before it.
Not wanting his body to stray further from its perfect state, he attempted to remove the pink underwear from his giant bottom. He bent down, grunting as he felt the fabric tighten in-between his cheeks, utilizing all four of his already-fairly-thickened hands to grab onto the thin, distended waistband that his digits could grasp, before trying to tug the stretching garments downwards. As he soon came to realize, however, the rate at which he was growing, already more than four times his original size, with a massive orb for a belly, a pair of butt and chest-pillows, and two ever-curvier thighs, was accelerating much greater than the likelihood of him being able to remove the shrinking undergarments off of his padded self.
In the midst of heaving around a vast, wobbly mount of belly, butt, and everything else that kept on blowing up size-wise, the fluffy, filling spider nevertheless attempted to rid himself of the accursed article of clothing. “Gotta… take these things… off…” Angel grunted from his heavying breath in slow occurrences, focusing his increasingly-sluggish might and strength into taking the undies off of his doughier self. He used his all to try and push the garments down from their extremely-snug position, steadily engulfed by the two white-and-pink cheeks that increasingly jiggled at a noticeable rate. “Fuck!” Angel shouted aloud, unable to even remotely remove the egregiously-snug underwear off of his expanding physique; not even by more than an inch. Every tug that he managed to make with them only led him to further feelings of arousal, with his fattening genitalia rubbing more into the underwear as it moved around, stimulating the spider without restraint. It was only after a few solid moments of unrelenting tugging and pushing that barely, if not budged any results, that Angel gave up, releasing all four of his now-greatly widened arms and hands from the fabric, which clung deeper into his enormous asscheeks while tightening against his wide cock and orb-like manhood. Upon returning them towards his front, Angel gasped at the sight of his expanding limbs, becoming difficult to bend in the ways they once could, while now having a set of clumsy, stuffed, sausage-fingers that continued to fill up and turn into further-functionless stubs at the ends of all of his hands. “Damn it!” The demon yelled aloud, frustration and panic growing as much as the girth housing itself amidst his internals.
Even with his frustration (and slight arousal) boiling to unending heights, Angel blimped up exponentially, expanding with fat that sagged and spread within the hotel room. To make matters worse, his entire head suffered a massive case of this bloating, causing his cheeks to puff up greatly, plus the formation of a couple additional chins, and a filled-up neck to seal the deal. His back continued to pour outwards with much heft, thickening out to a greatly-dense state, whilst widening in succession to his fluffy, towering ass and jiggling belly. In the confines of his mind, which itself felt bloated amidst the rest of him, through an odd, figurative manner, Angel continued to freak out over his transformation, soon turning such thoughts into a verbal form. “What am I gonna do?! I won’t be able to work, or do anythin’ anymore. I can’t even get through the fuckin’ door at this size, and I’m lookin’ like da world’s biggest cannoli.” Angel’s ensuing panic continued at full-speed ahead, all while using his bloated upper-hands to rub his temples, which had packed on even more of their own growing weight in the time that kept on ensuing.
BUMP!
BUMP!
Suddenly, Angel felt a differing sensation coming from his squishy left leg, not stemming from his seemingly-unending swelling. Looking down, with the visibility of the floor becoming lesser with all the heft that covered it, he lifted as much of his gargantuan belly as he could towards his right side, holding it in place amidst its surging size, only to spot Fat Nuggets squealing incessantly, as he fawned against Angel’s leg. As soon as his eyes made contact with the concerned pig, he stopped his nervous ramblings, and shifted his attention towards the wellbeing of his pet, looking down with soft eyes that matched with the rest of his very form. “Shh… come here. It’s alright. Daddy’s got ya.” Angel gently spoke to Fat Nuggets, with a smile on his face. Barely managing to use his lower left-hand, while bending down with his greatly-reduced mobility, Angel managed to allow his pet to climb onto his swollen digits and squishy palms, before slowly bringing him up towards his fattened face. He used his other hands, as sluggish as they all were now, to comfort Fat Nuggets, with the growing addition of the spider’s girth. “There’s nothin’ to be worried about, okay?” Angel calmly assured the pig, cradling him in his arms and comforting him with an elongated hug and accompanying head-pats with two of his hands, even as he continued to blow up in size, filling up more and more of the room he stood inside of.
By this point, Angel unwillingly took on the unmistakable appearance of a gigantic marshmallow, despite the stretching pink spots that covered him all-over. If anything, he seemed more akin to a bubble-gum marshmallow, given his standout complexion. Sheer, unending flab filled the spider from inside, puffing him up at an alarming rate, to which his reputation would absolutely be on the line if anyone saw him like this. And yet, for the sake of keeping his pet in good spirits, he took on this calm state of being, keeping him in his nearly-useless upper-pair of arms, from how wide and swollen they continued to grow at. Even if he was still freaking-out a considerable amount internally. Such an act stayed intact as Angel’s head grew up towards the ceiling, soon pressing into it and threatening the very structure he once moved around in with ease. He let out a few faint grunts as the two ends pushed further into one another, with bits of grinding sounding off from the top of the room’s interior. Right as he seemed destined to grow further into the ceiling and likely burst through it, practically accepting it through-and-through with Nuggets still in his marshmallowy arms…
SSNNAAAAPP!!!
Through a singular act that finally ended this bizarre case of growth, Angel’s pink undies, which had stretched to form arguably the tightest thong in all of Hell, tore apart from his humungous form, falling down onto the area which his fattened feet occupied. Right away, the spider let out an instinctual sigh, feeling an immense relief wash over him, as his enlarged cock, easily three times its normal size in width and thickness - if not more – burst through his destroyed undergarments, now able to hang free with nothing holding it back. The same applied to his sagging sack, which too got to feel the decent breeze within the room, brushing against it and his throbbing member, which was being primarily engulfed by his belly and thighs.
With Fat Nuggets still in his hands, the sinner tried to move his body around, or to at least get a good view of his altered surroundings. Quickly, however, he realized that such feats were now nigh impossible to achieve. From Angel’s attempts to move, or rather, waddle in the now-insanely-cramped space of his room, he came to realize how little mobility he now possessed, barely able to move himself with precision and proper intent. His entire curvy, chunky, fat-filled self engulfed nearly the entirety of the hotel room, smothering his belongings and furniture in the meantime. With what could be perceived through the fat that occupied his head and face, Angel spotted just how much space he now took up within the room he was effectively trapped in, sporting a titanic ass that nearly spread across half the room, and a shockingly-round belly that took up the other half, more-or-less, while other fattened parts of him filled up their fair share of the maddeningly-cramped space of his room.
With sudden occurrence, a red series of patterns began to form on the suffering floor underneath the fattened spider, glowing bright-red and reflecting off of his denser fur. Despite occupying the sheer entirety of his hotel room, Angel noticed the appearing colouration, keeping Nuggets secure as he tried bending his head down to get a better look. “What da?” He softly muttered, as he felt himself fall downwards, sinking into the very floor itself, as he believed it to be, with an accompanying yelp let out by him. “Shit… shit…” Angel blurted out with restraint, flailing his stiff legs, only for them to do nothing in getting him unstuck. Little by little, the corpulent spider felt himself sink further and further into the floor, letting out a muffled swear or added yelp with every instance. All the while, he could have sworn he heard faint laughter coming from somewhere nearby, but had no clue as to where exactly it came from, despite sounding a little familiar. As soon as it began, however, he felt himself drop down by several feet, uncertain as to what was happening to him.
“AAAAAAHHH!!!-”
WHOMP!!
KRACKK!!
Through the booming sound his exponentially-wider, taller, and rounder physique made upon impact against the solid-brown flooring, Angel managed to bounce back upwards slightly, while forming a couple of large craters with his plush behind. Quickly, he hit the floor again, still keeping Nuggets safe in his softened arms. Upon opening his eyes, which he had closed out of fear, the spider was greeted with a frankly humiliating sight. Looking around him, he found himself to have entered a shockingly-spacious laboratory, filled with countless antique and active machinery, alongside much equipment across many tables that sat towards the walls of this new space. What’s more, Angel glanced up to see the very thing he fell through – a large, circular portal with red patterns being its central form – disappearing into thin air, giving him one last look at his hotel room, now freed from being smothered by his mountainous heft. As these brief observations went on, the sounds of laughter increased greatly, to which Angel looked at his front to properly see their sources.
Standing in front of the white-and-pink blob far below his towering frame, Pentious, Alastor, and an even-bigger Arackniss were all cracking up in laughter, taking in the absolute sight of the transformed sinner that plopped down before them like a big piece of dough. Angel stared at them for the solid moment this went on for, full of intense embarrassment, while an intense heat became flushed overtop his chubby cheeks and pulsating cock, which in particular had not died down during this entire ordeal, as though Angel found himself enjoying it in an odd, reluctant fashion, coupling with his slight, persisting, turned-on state. It, plus his giant manhood, stuck out considerably from the rest of his rounded, fattened form, yet not intruding on the ball-like shape that he himself now embodied. Shaking these feelings off to the best of his ability, the spider-demon knew he had landed inside of Pentious’s lab without a doubt, going by the old-fashioned nature of the interior space and the snake’s appearance before him.
After enough time passed from the three sinners getting their fill of the ridiculous state the superstar-sinner was now left as, Alastor paused and took a breath, before speaking to the plump couple. “Well, it looks like my job here is done, having brought this tub of lard to you. I suppose I’ll leave you boys up to your own version of ‘fun.’” The deer demon spoke, before he turned away from them and left the premises, waving his right hand in the air as a salutation of sorts; his smile as clear as always. With only the wide-hipped snake and two gigantic spiders left, with one of them clearly not wanting to be here, the demonic couple stared at Angel all the more, snickering at the sight, until one of them decided to finally speak. “Now then, I have another proposition for you.” Pentious slyly told Angel, as though directly continuing their conversation from back at the hotel lobby. As he spoke, he slithered up to the white-and-pink spider’s avalanche of a belly, giving it a few teasing pokes. Angel let out a determined, yet defeated grunts amid his growing embarrassment, unable to do anything to leave, given his stuck stance of sitting, at the moment. Reluctantly though, he responded, looking down at the snake demon to his best ability. “Look… da two of you already made yer point, wit’ me bein’ full of myself or whateva. I’m guessin’ ya even got dat radio bastard to help. What more do ya two want from me?”
“Nissy and I would like you to please… have a drink, and lighten up a bit.” Pentious spoke to him, looking up as he did so. Arackniss chimed in, quickly adding “We’ll turn ya back ta normal if ya have one. After all, I think you deserve it, with what you’ve gone through, and how much of a blimp ya look like now.” Arackniss mentioned in a slightly-sarcastic fashion, while still retaining his usual low-brow demeanor. Knowing he could not get away from this current situation, Angel again hesitantly accepted. “Sure. Why da hell not? Just… pass it to me, will ya?” Over a quick bout of time, Pentious went to a nearby table and poured Angel a small glass of whiskey, bringing it to him through means of climbing up the spider’s soft girth, nearly sinking into it as he used both hands to move upwards. Once he reached the top of Mount Angel, Pentious grabbed the drink, which had been held by his tail, and passed it to the spider at the top, who used his upper-right hand to grab it. During this brief ordeal, the spider kept Fat Nuggets safe with both his left hands. Even with his clumsy sausage-fingers barely holding onto the glass, only relying on two of his digits to hold it as securely as possible, he downed it in no time, passing the empty glass back to Pentious, who then descended back to the sturdy flooring. No sooner than when Pentious landed back on his tail, did he deliver a revelation onto Angel. “That was no ordinary alcoholic beverage I gave you just now.”
GRRRRROOWWWLLLL…
Within a few seconds of the snake speaking, Angel’s belly growled noisily, sending his entire body shaking and rippling maddeningly, wobbling from the reverberations that his inner-core let out, shaking the entire lab as well. “Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Angel spoke in further defeat. “Just what is it then?” Hearing this question, Pentious smirked, as he went to pour another glass of the drink. “Let’s just say I got it from someone I know. How else do you think your brother ended up blowing-up in size? Myself included” He asked and teased the marshmallow of a spider. Angel looked over at Arackniss who had suddenly swelled up in size on his own; a continual side-effect from the supposed whiskey he drank some time ago; the very same liquid he himself had just consumed. While Angel’s stomach persisted in growling, the stuck spider watched as Pentious gave Arackniss another glass of the drink, which he downed in only a few seconds. Before long, after passing back the empty glass to his lover, the sumo-shaped spider’s own gut began to gurgle loudly, leading Angel to realize that the two of them were set to experience its effects at practically the same time.
Just as soon as that thought crossed his mind, both spiders began to expand, blowing up with another grand surge of fat all throughout their bodies. While Angel could do nothing in his current state, feeling his squished ass grow outwards and rounder against the floor, raising him up somewhat, Arackniss had no issue moving around, despite his all-encompassing spherical-self becoming softer in every area imaginable as well. “Let’s see how much I can push him off his fat ass.” Arackniss playfully remarked, moving up to him in his massive body. Over a quick period of time, the black-furred spider waddled his way towards his brother, standing right in front of him as he planted his tiny thickened feet firmly into the ground. During such a dreadful moment, Angel managed to allow Fat Nuggets to hop down from his arms, using the spider’s squishy body to secure a safe descent. Soon enough, Angel’s pet was a good distance away from the three sinners, watching these events unfold before his befuddled eyes. As Pentious watched excitedly, with both hands on his ample hips, his lover pressed all four of his hands into Angel’s belly, resulting in another yelp from the helpless spider.
With slow, forward movements, Arackniss proceeded to push the expanding Angel backwards, laughing at watching his brother squirm and flail endlessly. In a bizarre image that would have otherwise looked like one enormous boulder pushing another boulder, the one fluffy ball of fat managed to roll the other one onto his thickening back, providing Angel unlimited cushioning as he pressed against the creaking floor. During such an orchestrated ordeal, the both of them grew relentlessly, expanding in all directions and only looking more like gelatinous piles of squishy dough that could barely move on their own. While time continued on its way, both spider’s stomachs grumbled throughout, increasing in size, synched up with the rest of their bodies; prominently with mounds of chest-fluff that easily tripled the size of their own bloated heads. At the same time, their respective middles surged out to encompass most of their forms, rounding-out tremendously as they sagged just bare inches from the suffering floor underneath them, as their sets of cheeks from behind rounded out graciously. For Arackniss, however, his lingering ingestion of the amber-coloured drink from a while ago, coupled with this second glass he just had, brought with it some unexpected, but extensive side effects.
GUUUUUURRRRRRGLLGL…
With complete immediacy, Arackniss stood still, nervously looking down at and feeling his intensely-rumbling gut, the latter with all four hands. “Aw… shit.” He bluntly grumbled, barely able to say or do anything else before-
FWOOOOMMPH!!!
In a literal instant, Arackniss bloated up in a major surge of girth, rendering him a gigantic ball of fat with a tiny head poking out from the top, his tiny feet now off the floor due to his rounded crotch now firmly touching it. As the result of his current ingesting of the whiskey, on top of the lingering effects from the first time, he grew nearly thrice his size from what he already sized-up as, ending up stuck in his current position, rocking slightly back-and-forth, as his multiple limbs flapped without restraint, despite being utterly useless now. “A little help? Someone?” He nonchalantly asked out from atop the mountain that was now his own body, with his head sunken into himself considerably so; his stomach churning all the while. “Look who’s come out on top.” Angel sarcastically spoke, verbally jabbing at the immobility his brother now embodied, despite being stuck on his back. He himself rocked back-and-forth in slight bouts of movement, on top of only being able to see some of the towering ball of heaviness that truly towered helplessly over him. Watching the bizarre sight continue to unfold before him, Pentious could not help but laugh, seeing the two spiders barely able to move in their own respective bodies. “Do not worry. I will get both of you back to normal, in some capacity at least… or so I hope.” The snake told them both optimistically and worriedly, with a clawed-hand against his cheek, as his face began to show signs of deep, concerned thinking.