>>29023When the day came to carry out their hit, Blitzo and Loona were left loitering before the office, the former waiting impatiently for the team's other half to arrive.
"Where the fuck are they?!" he cried out, for the umpteenth time, while the Hellhound just rolled her eyes...
...When a certain smell hit her more sensitive nose, that made her wrinkle it. Looking up, her eyes widened to saucers, while Blitzo spun around, hearing the dull thumping approaching them.
"Fucking FINALLY!" he snapped "It was about time you two showed uuuuuu---..."
His voice died in his throat, as his jaw slackened at the sight.
Walking slowly towards them was Millie, wider than she was tall, wearing only what appeared to be a black "top" stitched together from a duvet case, and nothing else besides.
Her apron of a belly (with sweat dribbling down on it) provided her plenty of decency, as it covered up her front, while her asscheeks had grown large enough to be visible from where Blitzo stood, her fat tail kinking and curling atop them. While she was huffing and puffing, she didn't appear breathless, just a bit winded, her stomach growling and gurgling before her, and the ground shaking from her steps.
She stopped before them, panting, but quickly catching her breath, as Moxxie stepped (or rather, leisurely waled) around her, revealing his presence).
"Holy fucking shit, Mox..." Blitzo gasped, before gagging from Millie's B.O. "...You didn't have to turn her into a fucking hamplanet!"
"Oh, please, sir!" the marksman replied, his suit sleeves groaning as he crossed his arms "You said it yourself, that she'll have to be BIG for this, remember? She still pales in comparison to our esteemed client..."
"Not quite sure about that..." his boss muttered, looking Millie up and down, noting the enormous funbags threatening to burst out of her makeshift top "...But I guess you two had PLENTY of fun fattening her into your soft sex toy, didn't you!"
Moxxie was about to protest, but instead, he just stood up straight, pushing out his chest.
"Why, yes..." he replied, calmly "Indeed, we did!"
"Tch. Well, good for you!" Blitzo groaned, rolling his eyes "Anyways, let's get this over with! Loona?"
But Loona didn't reply, as she was busy looking Moxxie up and down. All the cooking, cleaning, sexercise and just the sheer amount of heavy lifting required had left the imp ripped. His old clothes were straining against his muscles, and he had to loosen his bowtie and shirt a bit, allowing a clear view of his broad, hairy chest.
"...Guess you're no longer the fatty anymore, huh?" she mused trying to hide her blush, and opening the portal on the ground.
"So, how are we gunna do this?" Millie asked, lumbering closer.
"Simple, nothing special..." Blitzo replied, as the portal opened, revealing the top of the head of some beanpole of a man, busy darting around in a filthy kitchen that smelled of grease, hovering over pots and pans cooking something that smelled like it belonged to a whale oil processing plant, and not on someone's plate.
"Eeeugh..." Blitzo groaned, disgusted "Looks like he found himself a new slut to fatten... Right, I don't wanna spend any more time on this than we already had. Mils, I hope you have enough cushion for this drop..."
"Ah believe ah do, yeah..." she replied, trying to judge the distance, while also trying to not look at the contents of the pots. She just had breakfast, and knew the fall would already jostle her something fierce, so she tried not to loose it to the smell.
"Alright, so she just falls down on him, and... Wait."
Moxxie looked up at the boss, searching his face, pensively.
"How are we going to get her back out?"
"No point in trying to hoist her up." Loona replied "Even if she doesn't weigh a ton, we don't have the equipment to lift her, and it would take too much time. I'll just open a second portal underneath her, and make her land..."
And she pointed across the parking lot, onto a large, worn-down Olympic landing mattress, resting somewhat lumpily on top of a car.
"...Onto that."
"...Wait, isn't that Miss Verosika's ca--?"
"No time to lose!" Blitzo declared, spinning Millie around.
The obese impette let out a yelp, stopping to find herself with her back to the portal. Then came a hard shove from the side, and she found herself tumbling back...
She didn't fall for long, and the wet crunch underneath her ass confirmed that Blitzo had aimed well.
Down there, in the filthy kitchen, the smell was even worse, and combined with her now jostled and upset stomach, she could hardly keep her breakfast in.
"Uuuurgh..." she moaned, suppressing a wet belch "Get me outta here!"
"On it!" Loona replied.
The next second, the portal closed (much to Moxxie's alarm), only for another one to open right above the mattress, allowing Millie to neatly fall through. In an instant, the car underneath collapsed, a now freed wheel rolling away beside her teammates, who approached her.
"Well, I guess that's that..." Blitzo mused, as his bloated bruiser slid down from the mattress, leaving a bloody smear underneath her. Quickly snapping a picture and sending it to their client, Blitzo's eyes lit up with glee as his phone dinged, signalling that the payment for the hit had been received.
"You okay, Millie?" Moxxie asked, as his wife stood up, wobbling unsteadily, her belly in an uproar.
"Uuugh..." she moaned "Hol' on..."
Leaning forward slightly, she grunted, letting out a rip-roaring, cheek-clapping fart. It sprayed the gore stuck to her ass away from it, spreading it far and wide behind her, coating the nearby firewall with an impromptu modern art piece.
Her entire, flabby body quivered, her gurgling, rippling, undulating belly now sweeping the ground and soaking it in her sweat, while her enormous breasts slipped out from underneath her top, nipples erect in the air that was colder than her own, overheated body. Her ass, shaking and quivering from the gas, jiggled like jello on either side of her, rippling and trembling her thunderthighs, threatening to top her over, as her fat tail stood on end atop, like a red, white-stained arrow, as thick as a telephone pole. Fists clenched at the end of her doughy, thick forearms that telescoped into the fat of her upper arms, and were topped by her padded shoulders, which pinched and propped up her quivering jowls, flushed black with her infernal blood, while her multitude of chins spilled over her cleavage. Her entire body shook and jittered, from thick ankles to the tip of her horns, with all her extra flab quaking like jelly, and soaked in her sweat.
It was quite a spectacle... One which left a teammate unfortunately slack-jawed again.
"FUCK! I HAD MY MOUTH OPEN!" Blitzo screamed, gagging as the smell reached him.
Loona just pinched her nose, and stood sternly before the two of them. The confidence boost she gained from hanging out with some actual friends, and seeing to it that her adoptive father didn't blew through their erstwhile finances had equipped her with enough maturity to know when to step in.
"Get a shower." she said "Both of you. And afterwards, roll your wife into the nearest gym, and start working off that extra flab before she gets a heart attack."
"HEY!" the imp snapped, louder than even he himself expected, as he paused, eyes as wide as the others', before quickly regaining his composure "I made SURE that my Millie would be healthy during this! She's fine!"
"Sure. "Healthy" for someone with a bodyweight in the quadruple digits." Loona replied, dryly "She still needs to be mobile to do this job, remember?"
"Hey! Ahm PLENTY mobile!" Millie snapped back walking up to her... Only to find herself winded, once more.
"That was, what, a couple of yards?" the Hellhound mused "Sure, she's isn't hooked up to an oxygen tank and in need of a bedpan, but that's kinda the bare fucking minimum. Just... Get her to slim down to the point where she can run again, OK? For MORE than five minutes!"
With orders given, she then turned tails, picking up her still dry-heaving dad off the pavement, and making her way back to the office, leaving the two imps to just stare, still struggling to comprehend what just happened.
"Did... Did she just tell us off?" Moxxie muttered.
"...Ah... Think so?" Millie replied "She had a point, though."
And she patted her still rumbling gut, soothingly.
"As much as Ah like all this fluff - and as much as Ah know ya do, too..." she said, giving him a wink "Ah still can't go back to regular work like this."
Though frowning, Moxxie sighed, and gave a conceding nod.
"Ah, well..." he muttered "It was fun while it lasted."
"Ah'll say..." she replied, smirking, before grunting and letting out another cheek-clapper, this one longer than the last, though not as violent or bassy.
Sighing, and then chuckling, she waved her hand before her nose.
"Hooo-weee... What a stink!" she exclaimed, giggling, as sweat continued to soak her "top".
Moxxie chuckled as well, and smiled, wryly. Perhaps, it was indeed time to get her back in shape as well...
Then again...
Round was a shape, wasn't it?
But then, another, louder, fouler and wetter fart, followed by her more nervous chuckle, quickly dissuaded him.
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