Vortex's Downward Spiral- Part 1

After one hell of a party at Bee's, Vortex has woken up with a little extra weight- a pity his girlfriend Bee doesn't do a "little" of anything. Enjoy!

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The Ring of Gluttony was great for a lot of things, but Vortex really hated going on one of Bee's ragers only to wake up on the hard, sticky floor. The hunky hellhound blinked blearily up at the now cavernous and empty party hub, groaning softly as he lifted his head, only to bump nose to nose with Bee. The Queen of Gluttony was curled up on top of him, her eyes fluttering open as she smiled down at him, one slender finger tapping his nose. "Morning, sweet thing."

Vortex grinned. "Morning, Bee."

She slipped off the hellhound, stretching her four arms over her head. "That was fucking wild last night. You were all… rawrgh." She giggled, her lower right arm easing at the tufts of fur on Vortex's head. "You really got into the spirit of things last night. I never saw you so unhinged, so… wild and free. It was hot as shit."

The hellhound was grinning wide. "I dunno, something just got into me, I— Ooph." Vortex grunted as he sat up; something felt different, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then, he looked down. There was a fair bit of bloat around his middle, a round, bulbous mass that was beginning to pool in his lap. 

"Looks like there's still something in you." Bee slipped behind her beau, wrapping her arms under his muscular limbs, resting her chin on his wide shoulder. "I like it."

Vortex could feel his cheeks getting warm, a little huff escaping him as he felt Bee's slender fingers pressing into the extra weight; it was pliable, but still sensitive, his tail thumping once from it. "I, uh… W-well, I better… hit the gym." He shot up quickly. "It's, uh. Not good for my job to carry around so much extra weight."

Bee let him go as Vortex let out one soft, plaintive whine, prodding at the extra weight. There was a new hunger growing inside Bee— she had never seen her man with some extra padding before, and she liked it. As the Queen of Gluttony, she wasn't one for restraint, and if Vortex looked good with a little extra weight, then a lot of weight would be all that much better. She smiled softly as Vortex jogged out of her hive, watching his ass bounce in the confines of his tight jeans and bit her lower lip— she began to have all kinds of thoughts about those ass cheeks spilling out of the jeans, splitting them, splitting the next size up…

"Ooh." Bee giggled. "I think I have some work to do." Inspiration hit her as she reached for her phone, calling up Satan.

Vortex, meanwhile, rushed to the Wrath Ring. He was one of the highest profile bodyguards amongst the hellhounds, and he had spent a lot of his paycheck getting a membership to Satan's exclusive gym to stay in shape. It had been an absolute boon— every other night he had to work off Bee's cotton candy parties. Honestly, he was surprised he had kept his abs this long— until last night, that was.

"You mark my words, angel—I'll show you some real firepower, here!"

Before he reached the double doors of the gym, Vortex needed to leap out of the way as Satan himself, the Lord of Wrath, threw the doors open so hard, the massive, draconic demon knocked them off their hinges. The hellhound only had a moment to glance over his shoulder, spotting a luminous, and more importantly, absolutely massive, musclebound lion, an honest-to-Lucifer angel, in Satan's own gym.

"What're you staring at, dog?" 

Vortex yelped, finding himself face to face with Satan, the massive dragon glaring down at him, smoke billowing out of his nostrils and powerful arms larger around than Vortex's waist tensed and ready to put someone through a wall.

"I, uh— I just came for a workout, Your, uh, Highness?"

Satan snorted, looking Vortex up and down. "You're Bee's little plaything, aren't you?"

Vortex's ears flattened. "I'm her boyfriend, yes— Uh, Sire."

The Lord of Wrath snorted. "I don't care what happens in the Gluttony Ring, you're hers to keep in line—" he glanced down at Vortex's waist. "But you better find somewhere else to workout, Fido. No fatties in my gym."

"Fatty?" Vortex sputtered, but before he could protest further, Satan had already stormed off, punching an unfortunate imp into a brick wall that had crossed his path. "What… What the fuck just happened, here?"

The hellhound had a long trek back to the Gluttony Ring— he stopped for lunch when he realized that he hadn't eaten anything before rushing out, something heavy with protein. He cringed as he realized what he was doing, but he was used to getting something heavy, filling, and packed with protein after his workout.

When he came home, Bee was instantly at his side. "Heeeey, sweet thing!" The canine demon and her four arms were wrapped around Vortex instantly. "You're back early."

Vortex chuckled bashfully. "I, uh… I got kicked out." He whined softly, leaning against Bee and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Satan himself called me fatty."

"What?" Bee gasped. "Oh nooo. Oh, honey, that's awful." She tutted, putting Vortex's muzzle in her hands. "Well, you know what babe? You can work out right here."

"What— here?" Vortex's ears perked up, and he tilted his head quizzically. 

"Why not, sugar?" Bee struck a pose, running her two lower hands over her toned, supple waist and hips. "I keep in shape, too. We can work out together— wouldn't that be fun?"

"Oh, well…" Vortex's tail was wagging as his eyes roved over Bee's lean middle. "Yeah. Yeah, y'know… that sounds like a lot of fun."

Bee was quick to transform part of her palace to a make-shift gym, complete with free weights, bench, and a treadmill. She was going to commit to the bit— let Vortex try— and when he wore himself out, she would ply him with all of her most irresistable foods and substances, the good shit she broke out for her really wild parties. 

"Okay!" Bee clapped her hands. "So this is going to be fun, so I think you're going to get rewarded for each of your workouts— nothing like some good fucking food to keep you motivated to push harder, right?"

"Well, babe," Vortex rubbed the back of his head, trying not to glance down at how tight his tank top was around the middle. "The whole idea is that I'm trying to lose this extra weight."

"Pfft, you're not going to get anywhere starving yourself, hon. Trust me, I don't deny myself, so you won't be either." 

"I… guess that sounds good, yeah," Vortex said with a half smile. He had never been able to say no to Bee before, he didn't see a reason to start now.

Bee knew how to commit to the bit to get what she really wanted; millennia tempting mortals to indulge to excess had been her specialty for all of history, after all. She definitely didn't mess with Vortex's weightlifting— those big strong arms made for the best hugs, after all— but cardio? Oh, cardio had got to go. Any time she caught him on the treadmill, she plied him with her own brand of protein powder, packed with so many sweeteners it would've been illegal in almost every country on earth, or snack bars that were also about as healthy for the body as a crack addiction.

On top of that, she knew how to build a glutton's body. She loaded Vortex up with all his favorites, and watched that little bit of belly fat bloom like a watermelon growing in summer. Vortex seemed none the wiser, and still, he never said no— not to the second helpings, not to the supplements, and not to all the mid-workout snacks. The pounds piled on faster than Vortex could keep track of, and Bee made sure her man knew how much she appreciated his body.

His belly billowed out into a hefty, beanbag-sized mass that Bee found more and more occasion to sprawl across whenever the workouts were finished; she especially loved to be curled up on top of that slowly growing boulder whenever Vortex was eating his after-workout meal; she loved the small vibrations and gurgling caused by the increasingly larger portions of food. 

The rest of his body was not far behind, with legs getting round and full as beer kegs, his tail whipping over two pillowy ass-cheeks that would not stop whenever he walked. In fact, Bee was starting to ease up on the cardio— the bigger he got, the more she loved to watch him jog, those flabby legs sending his belly into tidal-wave like motions with each heavy step.

The toned musculature of the intimidating hellhound bodyguard was still there; in fact, he might even be at his strongest. His arms were stocky, wrapped tight in thick layers of blubber, but the muscle beneath still bunched up pleasingly whenever Bee wanted him to flex his cannon-sized guns, and his chest still held some shape, even as it threatened to spill out the top of his shirt and snap the straps.

"You're doing great, sweet thing," Bee purred, floating at the front of the treadmill, a protein shake in hand. "One more lap and you get your snack."

Vortex, huffing and puffing from the exertion, let out another soft whine. He was beginning to have his doubts… but Bee had promised some of her special cotton candy after dinner tonight. Who could say no to that?