Vortex's Downward Spiral- Part 2

Vortex is trying to lose some weight and get back in shape- but dating the Queen of Gluttony was never going to end well for his waistline, but great for his party life. Enjoy!

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Bee sighed wistfully as she woke up in the huge, plush bed she shared with Vortex, stretching all four arms over her head. She had fallen asleep wrapped tight around Vortex's increasingly huge, soft gut, and dreamt that she was sprawled out on the biggest, sweetest marshmallow, leaving her waking up in a very good mood.

"Mm, babe, that was such a fun night…" she cooed. "I love how much you went into dessert. I've already got a few new ideas, and…"

Bee frowned as she reached out for some of her boyfriend's overly lush middle, and then came up with nothing but air. "Babe?"

She looked around, and saw that she was alone. Her ears perked up, however, as she heard heavy, lumbering footfalls, and she leapt up, her wings flittering as she dove down to the lower levels of her pleasure palace at the center of the Gluttony Ring.

"Vortex! Sweetcheeks, you there?"

"In here, babe!"

Bee sighed in relief as she heard Vortex calling from the kitchen. Good. If he was already feeling hungry, she could swoop in and… 

"O-oh." Bee stopped as she spotted Vortex. "What— You look— What's going on?"

Bee tried to hide her shock and concern at spotting Vortex. She had been using all of her powers of temptation and charm to bulk Vortex up and lull him into her own personal stress ball, but now here he stood, squeezing himself into gym clothes she had done her best to hide, and he was pointedly ignoring the piles of donuts, bacon, and fried egg sandwiches and breakfast burritos she had purposefully left out for him, making an alarmingly healthy looking smoothie and limiting himself to one of Satan's god-awful protein bars.

Still, he smiled as he saw Bee. "Hey babe!" He leaned in, his round, soft middle pressing against her as he kissed her cheek. "Ah, well, Satan let me back in his gym, so I figured I'd get started on my old routine again!" He pat his round middle. "Don't worry, I'll be back into fighting shape in no time!"

"Fighting shape?" Bee blustered.

Vortex glanced down at his phone. "Oh, that's the alarm now— I gotta start some cardio. I'll see you later!" He started at a slow, lumbering gait, his gut bouncing with each step, and his oversized, overfed ass-cheeks nearly spilling out of his too-tight shorts. Bee felt a catch in her throat as she watched him lumber away— if she didn't stop this right away, she could kiss all that jiggling blubber goodbye. 

The second Vortex was out of earshot, she snatched up her phone, calling up Satan. "Come on, come on, you big buff red bitch, pick up."

"Hello?"

"Satan! You said that you would keep Vortex out—"

"Oh, Bee, sorry, Satan can't come to the phone right now."
 Bee stopped, narrowing her eyes. She recognized that voice. "Gabriel?"

"Yeah, sorry again, Satan sent me to answer the phone." Bee could almost see the musclebound angelic lion smirking. "We finally got together for a little workout, a little sparring… and now he's very tired."

"Ugh. Spare me." She ended the call, shaking her head. Fine— she was going to have to bring Vortex back into the right frame of mind on her own. Thankfully, she still had a few tricks up her sleeves. It took her all the time that Vortex was out at the gym, but she felt that, just before the blubbery hellhound got home, she was going to create one of her greatest gluttony masterpieces.

Vortex trudged in, his entire body on fire— he had done his best in Satan's gym, but he could feel it in every fiber of his being. His feet ached from carrying all the extra weight packed on to his bulging frame, and every part of him felt heavy and sore… he grimaced softly, knowing that he was going to have a lot more days like this if he was ever going to get back into shape. As he trudged inside, he dropped off his gym bag, but then his nose twitched. There was a distinct aroma wafting around, and it smelled good. Following his nose he stopped as he came to the kitchen.

"What the…" Vortex muttered, staring at one of the biggest spreads of food he had ever seen. Every table was crowded with platters and bowls of decadently rich dishes, many of them covered in Bee's signature sugary rich cotton candy.

"Oh, babe, hey!" Bee flitted towards Vortex, her two lower arms immediately grasping at the lower rung of his gut. "How was the gym? Oh, fuck, look at you! You must have worked yourself to the bone…" She slipped behind him, arms pressing now into the thick reams of back fat. "You need to relax. C'mere, you're gonna rest up before the party."

"What— party?" Vortex sputtered as Bee pushed him along, flopping into a couch nearly as overstuffed as he was. "We weren't having a party tonight!"

"Oh, I know, that's what I thought, but you know I forget things, right? But yeah no, it snuck up on me, it's way too late to cancel, so…" Bee spread her arms. "But listen, babe, sweet thing, I need your help."

"Augh… I mean, I'm really tired, babe, I don't know how much help I'm gonna be putting all the decorations up…" Vortex groaned.

"Oh! Oh, no no no, I don't need your help with that. Babe, I've got that all covered." Bee snapped her fingers, summoning a few banners that started draping themselves around the rafters. "What I need your help with is the food. I just need you to taste a few new things, I've been in such a rush, I just like, made fucking everything. Can you taste-test them and just tell me what the best, like, dozen are?"

Vortex's ears perked up, his muzzle dipping into his second chin. His eyes drifted over the vast array of food, treats, and candy sprawled out before him, and he bit his lip. "Babe, I… I dunno…"

"Aw, c'mon, sweetie, please?" Bee cooed, again rubbing at his belly. "I don't trust anyone's taste like I do yours."

"Well… so long as it's all just… a taste." Vortex muttered, groaning as he pulled himself up again, groaning as he belly bounced from the movement. 

"Right, just a taste. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Bee winked, giving Vortex a firm slap on his overly huge, lush rear, his ass cheeks rippling from the impact and causing the hefty hellhound to yelp. Vortex hardly needed any more encouragement when he caught the sugary sweet smell of Bee's nectar. Hovering behind him, Bee could hardly hide her cheshire-cat smile as he took the first bite— the overwhelming taste hit his tongue, and Vortex involuntarily moaned.

"Fuck, babe," he rumbled, already going for a second taste. "This is better than that thing you did last night, the uh… you know?"

"Mmmmhm," Bee purred, teasing at his thick sides. "I know. So this one's a winner, yeah?"

"Oh, fuck yes," Vortex groaned. He frowned, pushing the bowl back. "No, no, I gotta… I can't eat more of that." Bee smirked to herself as she saw his mouth twist. It was taking every inch of his willpower, and he was already starting to crack.

"C'mon honey, this one's even better I think," the demon lord said, pushing the next dish in front of Vortex.

The hellhound's restraint broke down soon after; he began taking bigger and bigger samples, and going back to others for second helpings, "just to make sure." Whatever progress he started making over the day was demolished, smothered in the thousands of calories he was packing away. Bee had poured every ounce of decadent, unhealthy ingredient she could grab, the overwhelming sweet taste drawing Vortex further into Bee's trap. 

His already large, overly ripe body began to fill out further, first his gut, which began to inflate and bulge like a balloon being filled to bursting with half-melted ice cream. Vortex was spurred on to eat more and more, until his already plus-sized workout shorts split and his shirt rode up until it was little better than a stretched out workout bra, desperately trying to hold back a pair of fluffed-up pillows. 

His arms churned as, by the half-way point of trying all of Bee's dishes, his limbs were layered with heavy sheets of flab, wobbling as he grabbed more and more, greedily pushing more into his hungry maw. He shuffled from one dish to the next, swollen, cushioned ass cheeks swaying with each heavy step, the heavy apron of fat coating his middle spilling over the top of the tables and knocking aside empty platters to reach for more.

But soon, with so much of Bee's offerings packed inside him, vortex slowed, panting softly and billowing out his round, chipmunk cheeks as his muzzle dipped into multiple chins thick as tires. "Babe, I… I… Ugh… Oh, shit…" he muttered, chubby sausage fingers pressing into the landslide of blubber that now dominated his torso. "Fuck me, what… What'd I do? I can't have another bite."

"Oh, don't say that, sweet thing," Bee cooed, a bottle of her purest, undiluted nectar in her upper right hand, her other three hands going over his broad, sloping shoulders, or down to squeeze tight at his love handles, causing Vortex to let out a plaintive whine. "You wanna party with me, don't you?"

"Yeah, but babe…" 

She held the bottle up to his lips. "Come on. Just a little sip," Bee whispered. "It'll make you feel better… and I just love seeing you eat all my best recipes," one of her hands slipped over the mountainous curve of Vortex's belly. "Love seeing you stuff yourself, and this huge, fucking hot belly."

"F-fucking hot…?" Vortex echoed, looking over to Bee.

"Mmhm. Never looked hotter to me. Now I want you to drink this," She tipped the bottle back, thick nectar slipping down Vortex's throat. "And then you and me are going to party all fucking night long, and then this," she slapped the top of Vortex's belly, sending ripples across the globe of a gut. "Is the only muscle I ever want to see you working out again." She caressed his flabby cheeks, and then kissed him on the lips, stealing a taste of the nectar still on Vortex's tongue. "Sound good?"

"Y-yeah…" Vortex said breathlessly. "Sounds… fucking great."

Bee grinned, and Vortex smiled back. He already knew he would hardly remember anything from this next party— he could see himself now, high off Bee's nectar and candy, his whole tidal wave of a belly swaying and shifting to the music as he shuffled along on keg-sized thunder thighs, his flabby, thick reams of fat highlighted by the glow necklaces wrapped around his heavy chins. At least when he woke up on the floor this time, there would be a lot of padding to soften his fall.