Patreon Prompt 14 (Patreon)

Prompt: https://www.deviantart.com/superspoe/art/CM-Panty-Playtime-791785879

   It should have been the perfect plan. Scanty had come up to the blonde-haired, bimbo angel, Panty with a challenge. If the angel could best the demon in an eating contest, she would promise to be her slave for all eternity. Too preoccupied with her smug satisfaction, Panty failed to hear the same would happen to her is she should lose. When Scanty walked away from the encounter, she was so sure that she had finally cornered the angel. The same feeling of confidence was long gone as the demon looked down at the skimpy bra and loincloth adorning her body.

   “Where the fuck are you slave? Your master is hungry.”

   Begrudgingly answering the call, Scanty picked up a platter of hot wings and entered the room. She found Panty just where she left her, sprawled out on the couch with her entire body taking up the cushions. The doughy, 500 pound belly she had used to win the eating contest had yet to dissipate, but she seemed unaffected by the drastic weight gain. After winning the challenge and learning just how many people were interested in her massive form, Panty had gotten into the habit of wearing only a bra and loincloth to ensure anyone she met would be able to see her multiple fat rolls, melon-like breasts, and pillowy butt cheeks.

   Grimacing as she recalled the orgy from the previous night, Scanty walked up and left the platter next to Panty before turning to make her leave. The air was choked out of her as she was pulled back by the leash around her neck. Landing within the confines of Panty’s belly folds, she looked up to see a smug look on the angel’s face.

   “And just where the hell do you think you’re going, slave?” she asked. “Did you forget that you have to feed your master? Or do I need to remind you that the contract we signed makes you fulfill my every wish?”

   Scanty bit her lip, wishing she could shove a gun right into Panty’s gluttonous maw. “No, my master,” she said through gritted teeth.

   “Good,” Panty said, releasing Scanty from her grasp. “Now get to work slave. Your sister challenged me to another food contest and I don’t intend to give up my champion status anytime soon.”