Demon Hunters Part 9

As grand as Roger’s growth was (and it was) ,it was absolutely nothing to the polar bear who sat at the front counter, two stools desperately trying to support her girth and the monuemental collection of flesh that was her ass. Loud chewing, followed by several burps, reverberated as the bear glutted herself.

Paris Ritzy no longer spent her days looking for new clothes on the internet, nor did complain to Roger or other of the elite about the lack of suitable men in town. No, those days had passed. The only thing Paris cared about was food, and getting more of it. Nothing else mattered, not social status, not money, not even clothes. Food and what it was doing to her body were all that mattered.

She heard other furs talking about her whenever she waddled by, how they commented on how big her ass was, or how her gut sagged down between her thighs and knees, or that she was panting from the simple act of bringing a fork to her mouth. She heard all their comments and instead of making her ashamed or embarrassed, it did the opposite; it empowered her.

Paris wanted people to talk about her, it was her life’s goal. Ever since she was a child, her parents taught her that being the center of attention was the most important thing. She had taken that to heart and used it in class, then in college, at her job, and now as a “fashion reviewer”. Once she gave up on reviewing clothes though as her weight rose, Paris turned to hearing people talk about her, only about her weight.

She remembered the first time she went to Zendra’s, when it had only been a month and she was still trying to cover up her growth. She had put on roughly 50 pounds and her slim figure had began growing past voluptuous and into the plump stage. Her sweats were snug around her thighs and butt, a result of her pear shaped body. She was alone and starving.

When she got to the counter, she dropped her rear on the stool and ordered her usual lunch order: a double bacon cheeseburger, chili fries and a double chocolate peanut butter pretzel shake. She had just gotten the burger and took her first bite, when she heard a low voice behind her.

“Hey, is that Paris Ritzy? The blogger chick?”

This prompted a response from another voice, also male.

“Yeah, I think it is. Look at her ass man, that thing is swallowing up her panties. Butt so big I could use it as a pillow.”

The two guys laughed and resumed eating, unaware that the polar bear had heard them.

At first, Paris felt anger. How dare these lowlifes talk about her, she thought as she nibbled on her burger. Then though, as she looked down past her burger and at her tight sweats, she felt embarrassment. She knew she had gained weight, a lot of people had.

“It’s that damn Roger’s fault, he’s always talking about going on a bulk and his influence rubbed off on me”, she thought as she took yet another bite of her burger. “I’ll, chomp, just have to tell him no more at, chomp, at dinner”, she said, before letting out a small belch.

And it was what she had planned to do at dinner later with him. She was going to tell him no more, letting the “bulking’ Doberman that he had to take it easy around her. That was her plan, even when they got to the booth.

Then she saw all the food around them, and how good it looked. That, plus her stomach rumbling made her think she’d just do it tomorrow. That would be fine. And she would have, if she didn’t hear a few more comments after Roger left early.

“Hmm, looks like Paris got a boob job. No other way those breasts could get that big and full so quickly.”

“Yeah, surgeon did a good job too.”

Paris kept her mouth shut and finished her meal before going home. Once there, she checked out her breasts in the mirror, first while in her top and then taking it off and examining them. They had never been large (her mom and grandmother were pears), but now they were a decent size. She lifted one up and let it drop, before repeating it on the other side. It felt good.

Without thinking, she stroked a nipple and let it get hard, eliciting a small moan from her muzzle. She kept doing it before she remembered what those guys had said about her ass before. She squeezed a cheek with a free hand and felt how soft her ass was, how inviting it was. She was incredibly hot, hotter than she ever had been before. She had to get off.

She threw her clothes off frantically and hopped in bed, pulling out her want and pressing it against her inviting lips. She kept thinking about how people were talking about her, how popular she was, and that she looked hot. She turned the wand on to it’s highest setting and let out a roar before having one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. The bed shook and Paris was panting and out of breath. It was just amazing. So much so that she wanted more.

With that, Paris gave up ideas of dieting, believing that she needed to maintain her figure to get people talking. Which she did. And they did. A lot.

It seemed the polar bear was gaining on average two-three pounds a day, sometimes more. 200 pounds and then three hundred passed with little recognition, except for noticing it took longer to get dressed or walk (and also get full). She also wasn’t going with Roger as much anymore, as she preferred to sit at the counter, so everyone would see her (he was a booth guy). She’d plop her ass on a stool and feast for hours on end, basking in all the comments that people would make as she did.

“Damn, Paris really has a big ass, huh?”

“She must really believe “more cushion for the pushin!”

“Wonder if her breasts can fit in a bra anymore.”

All these comments fueled her and made her want more. Her stomach would rumble, her snatch would be soaked, and her brain would repeat the comments over and over in her mind as she went about getting her fill of food before going home to get off. It was an existence she didn’t know she wanted but now that she had experienced it, she didn’t want it to stop.

And stop it didn’t. Her weight continued to rise and it wasn’t long before she didn’t even have to use a wand anymore to get off. Just the feeling of everyone looking at her, talking about her, her feeling the two stools get swallowed up by her growing ass, it made her drip and leak down her blubbery thighs and she’d cum right there on the stool. Not that anyone could tell, her mouth was always full so it wasn’t like she made any noises, and her body naturally jiggled on it’s own by this point, so movement wasn’t a give away either.

Paris was in her own world of lust and gluttony, and she never wanted it to end. The only time this bothered her was when she’d have to struggle off the stools, her sticky thighs rubbing together fiercely as she waddled out the door and back to her first floor apartment. She hated this part of her day and wished she could just stay in the dienr.

And, after some thinking, that’s exactly what happened. Paris made a deal with Zendra that allowed her to stay at the diner after it closed. She had plenty of money and simply paid the otter several thousands of dollars to bring a bed into the break room and let her stay in there. The otter wasn’t too thrilled about it at first but once she saw $25,000 in front of her, she couldn’t say no.

Being locked in a diner with access to literal tons of food only helped do one thing for the polar bear and that was cause her body to blossom further. It was truly remarkable how fast she was able to put weight on, going from roughly 120 pounds to over 700 in only a few months. It had seemed unreal to her at first but as time passed that was replaced with something else, proudness. And horniness. The fatter she got, the more people talked about her, which made her all the hornier. And, the hornier she got, the more she ate, which meant she got fatter and more people would talk about her. It was a blissful cycle that made the polar bear not the fattest, but by far the one who had grown the most since the diner opened.

And, had she known that, it would have only gotten her off even more.