Demona let out a satisfied belch before sliding down the wall, landing rather ungracefully on her rear. Luckily for her there was much more of it and the immortal gargoyle let out a murmur of bliss as she took stock of her situation. She was sitting in the destroyed pantry of the Clan,her once tone and muscular form now quite simply fat. Not pudgy, not heavy, but gloriously fat. Thick thighs stretched out before her, her hands resting on her bloated stomach. Of course it was hard to see said tummy, what with her breasts now easily the size of large melons and capped with thick nipples that looked like small thumbs. And yet she didn’t feel disgusted by her appearance. Where only days ago she would have howled in rage at such a transformation she now felt like a beautiful goddess lounging in her temple, enjoying the offerings placed before her.
She looked up and watched as Elisa Maza, who had been only hours ago her mortal enemy and a representation of all she hated about humanity, moaned in delight as Demona’s beloved Goliath buried his face in hersnatch. Elisa was now a gargoyle too and was even bigger than Demona; if she were to stand toe to toe with Goliath she’d be able to look him in the eye!While Goliath had merely gained weight, with a heavy stomach to rival Broadway’s and his rippled muscle covered in fat, Elisa had also grown much taller and wider. The large female gargoyle reached over and grabbed a can of beans,popping it into her mouth without bothering to open it before reaching down and forcing Goliath’s head against her crotch.
Demona smiled. ‘Yes… everything is right in the world.’
She could hear her old self screaming that this was utterly wrong but that voice was growing fainter and fainter, swallowed up by the larger and sexually charged beast she had become. When Elisa had forced heron her knees and had Goliath mark her with his seed it was as if her entire world had exploded into brilliant colors. In that moment, when the former human had welcomed her back into the Clan, Demona had felt something snap into place in her.
She now understood. She had been going about things all wrong. Yes, the humans were a threat to them and she wouldn’t forget what they had done to her old Clan. The way the Clan protected those that hated them was folly but she’d gone about it all wrong. She’d been thinking of herself, of her desires and her revenge, and not thought of the Clan. They didn’t need her screaming in their face… no, what they needed was to slowly be reminded of the glories of the Gargoyles, taught once again of what they were. Let them come to the conclusion they didn’t need the humans… then they could move on to more permenant solutions to the problem that was humanity.
Demona watched as Elisa, after achieving her 4thorgasm since grabbing Goliath, slinked towards her, her massive belly dragging against the torn up stone floor as she began to slide towards Demona. ‘Elisa has certainly shown that people can change,’ she thought to herself as the former human began to slowly lick the crumbs off Demona’s body, starting at her taloned-toes and moving up her chunky legs. Goliath, for his part, sat down with a thud, panting hard as one hand worked to stuff his face with the last bit of food in the pantry while the other played with his seemingly forever-engorged cock. Demona reached down, running a finger along Elisa’s face. Yes… the former human had truly changed. She had become one of them. ‘It’s almost hard to remember what she looked like before,’Demona thought as Elisa inched towards her face, the two females pressing their heavy stomachs and massive breasts against each other.
After a few moments of lightly nipping and kissing each other Demona and Elisa broke away, the detective rolling over and mimicking Demona’s slouched position. She looked over the pantry and pouted. “We’re out of food,” Elisa said.
Demona ran a hand over Elisa’s stomach. “And whose fault is that?” she asked playfully, basking in the warm afterglow of sex and feasting.She didn't find it at all weird to be so casually bantering with her one-time foe.
Elisa huffed. “I know I’m still hungry and I bet you two are as well. And with Angela and Broadway cleaning out the kitchen-“
The former human was cut off by voices. “Come on, there must be more food-“ Angela stopped staring at the pantry, Broadway just behind her finishing off a candy bar. “Oh.”