Demon Hunters 12

The dinner rush was just starting as the furs that still went to work started strolling in. Bianca stuffed another bit of chili dog into her mouth, before reaching for a quesidilla. Her stretched shorts appeared ready to give way to dozens upon dozens of pounds of ass flesh.

“Goodness, looks like people have really been enjoying the new spicy queso quesidillas. I’ll have to let Zendra know”, the elephant said with a smile on her face.

Bianca glanced up at the elephant, first to tell her to shut up and get her more, but then, in a very rare moment of clarity these days, recognized that this elephant was one she hadn’t seen before. She had known most of Zendra’s staff (though she mostly yelled at them by their species), and this elephant definitely was not among the usual suspects.

“Yeah, they, chomp, are. Are you, burp, a new hire”, she asked, shifting in her seat so she could hopefully get a better look at the waitress.

“Oh yes, I just started the other day. Zendra has started bringing in more of us to help out. Things are just so busy here that she needs extra support! Can’t let people go hungry!”

The elephant smiled again, but it was obvious it was a fake smile, one that seemed to be hiding more. It sent a shiver down the fox’s bloated back, and not one she enjoyed either.

“I’m Denise, by the way.”

“Hi Denise. Yeah, your boss doesn’t, urp, like letting people go hungry at all. Least, that’s, chomp, what I’ve noticed anyway”, Bianca said as she stuffed another bit of quesadilla into her eager mouth. Bits of cheese dripped into her cavernous cleavage. “It’s a rare, urp, thing to see these days.”

Denise grinned as she picked up a few of the empty plates and put them in her free hand. Unlike most of the other furs that worked there, her uniform was neat and properly pressed. It also fit the way it was supposed to, as if it was made for her and not outgrown.

This was weird in many ways, namely because most employees at Zendra’s either had uniforms that were way oversized when they started; almost all of them were coated with food stains from hefting up so much food for the customers; or, if they had been there more than a month, the uniforms were growing way too tight as the bodies they were on grew. It just didn’t seem right.

“We always aim to please, Bianca. Always.”

“How, burp, do you know my name?”

“He-he, Zendra always talks about her favorite customers, especially the nice ones. You and Tom are among her favorites. Along with Roger.”

Bianca glanced over at the far corner of the diner, where Roger was seated with a table on the side of him, gobbling burgers two at time. The Doberman’s gut had collapsed onto itself, pouring out from his heavily torn shorts and coming within half a foot of resting on the floor. He seemed okay with it, even as he was sweating profusely and panting from the minimalist of exertion.

“I’d, chew, think, pant, Roger was eating all of her profits”, Bianca said, only half kidding.

“No, not at all. Zendra feels so much happiness seeing people enjoy her food. And besides, her investors are all too happy to see so many people enjoying the fruits of her labor.”

There was something about the way she said “investors” that got Bianca’s tail raised in alertness. The fox squinted her eyes at the elephant, and while she couldn’t see it clearly, there was an aura around her, one that was definitely demonic in nature. She almost choked on her quesadilla before spitting it out.

“Goodness, are you okay?”

Bianca grabbed her milk shake and took a deep pull. She had been proven right, there was a demonic presence in this place. Even if Zendra WASN’T a demon, she was associated with them. The fox had to act quickly.

“Th-thanks, I’m fine. I’m, I’m actually going to leave now. Stomach is a little wonky.’

The fox grabbed the table and began the process of lifting herself up, straining as she did so. Her bulk made her shaky, especially in her panicked state.

“Wait, let me at least box everything up for you to take home! It’ll make a decent dinner or snack!”

Bianca wanted to say no, she really did. However, when she saw the quesidillas, as well as the extra two cheesesteaks there, she caved. Her mouth was still watering and her belly was grumbling fiercely.

“O-okay”, she said. It would be a waste of food after all.