Behemoth Binge

Fitting enough for Behemay, we have a slightly different Behemoth, now able to fully indulge! Thanks to Aftertouch for this piece, and thank you all for your support. Here's to a great summer!
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Behemoth stared at the display case across the street, his jaw set. It was a delectable bakery shop window, shelves and display cases lined with juicy fruit tarts, fresh pies, cakes adorned with intricate patterns wrought from frosting and glaze, and irresponsibly huge donuts. His sweet tooth was itching, and his nose was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and tantalizing, sugary sweets.

The burly monster then grunted, his white fur bristling. “No,” he muttered, clenching his thick fists together. “I can do better than this- I must! I can resist this!”

Several people walking down the street gave Behemoth a wide berth- he was powerfully built, with thickly roped limbs, broad shoulders, and a wide back. With a wolf-like snout and two curving horns crowning his head, he was plenty beastly, and as he sat across from the bakery, glaring intensely, jaw set, and muscular arms tensed, he looked like he was either going to pounce or explode.

“Problem, big guy?” a silky smooth voice purred in Behemoth’s ear.

The white beast yelped softly, nearly falling off the bench. He swerved around to face a hyena-like creature, another transient. He was dressed in trendy, dark clothes that complimented his fit, trim build, and his fur was black, with a shock of bright green on his mane, and a multicolored tail that shifted in multiple strands. Nyarlathotep, a DJ with a strange, otherworldly charisma and a reputation for mischief, draped an arm over Behemoth’s shoulders. “What ever is the matter? You look like you’re about to faint. Have you been eating well?” Nyarlath asked with a quick glance over to the bakery. He smirked, and patted Behemoth’s firm middle. “Looks like you’re not eating as much as you’re used to.”

“Hmph,” Behemoth snorted, narrowing his eyes. “My Summoner’s been helping me with my, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Impulse control.”

“And he told you to sit out here, did he, staring longingly at all those goodies in that bakery window? To what, train?” Nyarlath snickered. “That sounds twisted, even to me.”

“The Summoner just wants to help me with my self-control! He’s a good guy,” Behemoth replied defensively.

“Oh, I have no doubt!” the hyena transient chuckled. “But, have you considered that your Summoner… hasn’t been entirely honest with you?”

“You’re calling him a liar, now?” Behemoth growled, standing to his full height and palming his fist, glowering at Nyarlathotep.

“No!” the hyena held up his hands defensively. “No, no, no. I just think he doesn’t entirely know what he wants, either. I mean, let’s be honest with ourselves- you know he didn’t mind rubbing your belly after you overate. And did he really mean for you not to eat anything? What did he tell you, before he left you out of here?”

Behemoth frowned, thinking back to his instructions. “He said that I could handle anything out here, if I put my mind to it.”

The hyena’s ears perked up. “And is that… all he told you?”

“Uh… I don’t remember anything, but that was roughly the gist of it.” The bigger transient said, wobbling his hand.

“And it never crossed your mind he ment… how much you could handle to eat?” Nyarlath asked innocently.

“Wha-?” Behemoth glanced back guiltily at the bakery, the smell of a fresh pie already making his nose twitch. “But- uh- that wouldn’t make sense! I’m supposed to be dieting.”

“Oh, haven’t you ever heard of a cheat day?” Nyarlath chuckled. “Besides,” he continued, as his hand deftly slipped in and out of Behemoth’s pants pocket. “Would he have left you so much money if he didn’t want you to indulge, just to take off some of the pressure?”

“What? He didn’t leave me any-” the transient glanced down at his pocket, to a wallet brimming with yen. “I- uh… huh.” He glanced to Nyarlath. “So… you think he wants me to eat?”

“Of course! Besides- don’t you ever wonder how much you could handle? Go on, make the big guy proud. I’ll stick around to make sure you don’t lose heart,” the hyena declared.

Behemoth’s nose was twitching, and at the thought of indulging again, of enjoying every delectable treat in the bakery. His voice quavered as he spoke, “Well… o-okay then.”

Trying not to charge the bakery and break down the door, Behemoth entered the shop and slammed the yen down on the countertop. “Uhm. Could I have everything?”

If Behemoth hadn’t provided enough money to cover a week’s expenses for the bakery, he would’ve been chased out for the spectacle of a binge he performed, nevermind the vaguely threatening hyena that he brought in his wake. Nyarlath was only too happy to snatch up any extra morsels the baker scrounged together to sate the massive transient, stuffing it into Behemoth’s hungry maw.

The great white beast’s powerful build did not remain unscathed for long; with fistfuls of fritters, kilograms of cakes and cookies, and pies by the pound, Behemoth practically inhaled any morsel that came across his view. Powerful, muscular arms were padded with layers of fat, thick thighs mashed up against each other, splitting his pants, and his torso, once hard and toned, was now billowing out like a white sail under a strong wind.

Nyarlathotep made sure nothing went to waste; not so much as a crumb, nor did he let Behemoth have a single moment without food- if the poor, beleaguered baker ran low on baked goods, he disappeared to a ramen stand or a sushi restaurant for a quick order. Besides, Behemoth’s palette could use a little savory with all the sweet.

By the time the bakery was finally emptied, and Behemoth took several haggard breaths, his hunger at last sated. The transient had gone from a muscular juggernaut to a bloated marshmallow with horns. His belly spilled over a long suffering cafe table, an avalanche of snowy white blubber. His burly muscles were smothered in reams of fat on his limbs, but still managed to support the hundreds of extra pounds packed onto his frame. Behemoth’s face was framed by inflated cheeks and multiple chins that settled on his blubbery chest like the rings of a tree. He huffed softly, nibbling on a chocolate bar to top off his onslaught.

“Mm, now, that was fun,” Nyarlath purred. He was resting against Behemoth’s back, cushioned by the bloated beast’s voluptuous love handles and a bloated rear spilling out of his pants. “I’m sure you showed the Summoner what you’re made of, Behmy- of course, at this point, I figure butter and sugar are major components of that little recipe.”