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Hunters to Feedees

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Commission for Nexis89 of Harriet, the demon Gourmand, and Lily. He's written a story to go with it:

There was a sense of foreboding as the two demon hunters pressed up against the door, a pistol in one's hands and a charm wand in the other. "This is her, right? Gourmand?" Harriet asked, pulling back the slide and checking the weight of the magazine. "Why has she manifested here?"
"Beats me." Lily replied, pulling her hood down over head. "Somebody could have summoned her. Somebody who didn't know what they were getting themselves in for." She pressed against the door then looked back to Harriet. "She's in there. It seems like she's alone as well. On your go."
She nodded to Lily, took a few steps back, then kicked the door with enough force to splinter the frame.
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A pleasant, melodic hum filled the air as the chef placed the final touches on her presentation. In spite of her unusually hefty frame, the demon was light on her feet and nimble, taking the time to arrange some flowers in the centre of the table. It looked fit for a banquet, the food was still piping hot and the roasted meats and vegetables were cooked to perfection. She finished the piece by dragging a wide bench over, something told her that chairs wouldn't be good enough. "There, finished." Gourmand said to herself with a chuckle, a lilt of a Southern accent in her voice.
There was a sharp crack as the door exploded off of its hinges. Two figures rushed in, one pointing a gun at her head, the other raising a wand. "Hands where I can see them!" The first said.
"My, oh my." The chef replied, her voice silky smooth. "The guests of honour have arrived." She reached up to tuck a stray bang behind her ear, and the first hunter fired three times. There were only sparks as the bullets bounced off of her skin. "So you must be Harriet, correct? And then you are Lily?" She smiled to the two.
Lily muttered an incantation, producing a crimson ball of flame and tossed it at the demon. She just knocked it away with a flick of her wrist and giggled. "So much aggression, why can't you folk calm down for a little while, enjoy some good food?"
Harriet tightened her grip on her handgun and tried to focus. There was a wafting aroma coming from the table though, she couldn't help but divert her gaze now and then. "I-is that barbecue?" She asked, gulping.
"Why yes, I'm glad you noticed." The demon chuckled. "Come, take a seat. I spent enough time in the Deep South to pick up more than a few tricks."
"Har, no!" Lily protested, taking a few steps over to her friend, keeping an eye on the demon. "We can beat her, we just need new tactics." Lily noticed she was starting to sweat. "That... that ham isn't honey roasted, is it?"
Gourmand pulled back the seating for the two and smirked. "Come, take a seat. I'm sure, if you have the right encouragement, the pair of you can be a fantastic pair of gluttons."
That last word seemed to spark something in the two. Harriet holstered her gun and Lily followed suit, both taking a seat at the table. "There's... there's so much." Lily mused, "This isn't all for us, is it?" Gourmand just nodded, smiling. She had already won.
Harriet had already started picking at the food, gravitating to the brisket first. "This is incredible..." She muttered to herself, taking a few bites. Her raging capacity to stop Gourmand had dissipated entirely now that she had been placated with good food. She glanced over to Lily, her belly already somewhat swollen, peeking out from beneath her t-shirt. Harriet bit her lip in anxiety, then looked back to her side of the table. Since when had she cleared three plates of food? She reached for a fourth. Gourmand almost wanted to applaud their gluttony.
"Have you tried this yet?" Gourmand asked, lifting a silver dome off a platter, a steaming hot roast turkey beneath. Lily looked over, eyes wide.
"I shouldn't..." She told the demon. Something at the back of her mind was telling her to stop, that she could put the food down and still apprehend Gourmand. But something at the front of her mind was telling her that she was very hungry, and the chef's cooking was exceptional. "Could you pass it, please?" Lily asked her. Of course, Gourmand obliged.
Lily glanced over to Harriet in between mouthfuls, completely taken aback by her transformation. Her belly filled her lap now, soft and velvety as it was, and her tanktop was riding up to just underneath her bust which threatened to overflow it. Her thighs filled her jeans, straining the seams considerably, and her puffy arms grew tighter against her jacket. She was shocked at how fat Harriet had become, but was glad it wasn't happening to her at least.
A few minutes later, Lily felt the chilling sensation of the floorboards underneath her belly, as it had finally grown large and heavy enough to sit on the floor. That wasn't enough to stop her eating, of course.
"Hey Gourmand, can I have some Turkey too?" Harriet asked in between filling her mouth with more and more food. 
The demon smiled and nodded, placing the silver dome on an empty platter, before lifting it to reveal a splendid array of meats around the roast bird. "You can have as much as you want, Darlin'."
So much of Harriet's mind was screaming at her to stop, to put the food down while she could still walk out, but she couldn't bring herself to deny herself the privilege of Gourmand's cooking. It wasn't long before her belly hit the floor too.
The chef rubbed her hands at the enthusiasm her two guests were displaying, and circled around the table to get a better look at them. Harriet might have been blessed with the bigger boobs, but Lily was running away with it in the butt department. She looked about as wide as a three seater couch, and probably as comfortable to sit on as well.
"Is it... is it safe now?" A voice from behind a door asked Gourmand.
"It is now, come out." She replied.
A somewhat meek lesser demon poked her head out, before letting herself through. "Wow, G. You really did a number on them." She remarked.
"This?" Gourmand wrapped an arm around her henchwoman and pulled her close. "This is just an appetiser. They've still got a main course to come."
"Jeeze. What are you going to do with them after?"
"Probably use a teleportation spell to send them home, make an example out of them." Gourmand tapped her chin and thought about it some more. "I might keep the one in the yellow as a trophy. She's got a nice ass on her, would be fun to see how big it can get."
The two watched for a while until the two hunters were finished with the spread. Gourmand clapped her hands. "Who's ready for round two?"


Even though inking is quicker than painting, I found out with this that I can only handle so much inking and cel shading at once. I love smooshing paint around with no regard for layers instead of paintbucket filling and keeping things within lines... I still want to keep at it though and improve on inking, I just got to improve my endurance for it.</span>
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Nothing could be better about this pic! The story goes so well with the pic