Stella gets back at Stolas by targeting Blitzo, the person he cares for the most. (By eating him, and his employees.)

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I.M.P Headquarters was quiet. Loona had seen precisely zero people all day. Though, with how prone she was to chasing clients away with her terrible temper, gnashing of teeth, and general poor customer service, it was really up in the air as to if she was making that number up or not. She was currently sitting back in her receptionist's chair, holding her phone right up to her face so that she didn't have to see the world outside of it. When she noticed the silhouette of someone approaching her desk, Loona lowered her phone just long enough to give a noncommittal shrug and sneer through gritted teeth, "They're open in there, don't bother me."

No sooner had the door closed and locked when Loona heard Blitzo's muffled voice screaming, presumably from the far end of that table of his, "What the FUCK Loona? Why did you let Stella in here?"

Loona, uninterested in whatever stupid petty drama was about to ensue, plugged in her earbuds, cranked the Death Metal as high as it would go, and tried to disconnect herself from the world around her.

Stella gave a chuckle as she twirled in her dress, watching the confused faces of Moxxie and Mille, along with the utterly enraged face of Blitzo. The three of them sat at the far end of the table, and only Blitz seemed to have any interest in getting closer to the Goetia, if only to strangle her senseless. Stella looked at Blitzo's expression and gave a mock pout as she said, "What's wrong, homewrecker?"

"Look, just tell me what the fuck you're doing here and then get the He'll out, you stupid cunt," Blitzo said, crossing his arms and trying to look intimidating. Keyword being "trying."

"Uh, sir?" Moxxie said, raising himself slightly. "Are you sure it's a good idea to talk to her like-"

"Shut the fuck up Mox," Blitzo said, "And if you say anything else you're fired." His eyes were drilling holes in Stella, and his voice was somewhere beyond normal anger and instead in the territory of those who are one bad phrase away from metaphorically or literally killing someone.

Moxxie looked to Millie for moral support, but all she could muster considering the circumstances was a comforting smile.

Stella waltzed across the room like she owned the place, coming up to Blitz like a bird of prey circling its meal. "What? Am I not allowed to be here? Is this pathetic little shithole pigsty above me? If you really want to know, I came here because I think we have business to take care of."

Blitzo whipped a gun out from under his desk and pointed it at Stella's head. "You bitch! You had Striker cut up Stolas like a fucking dickfilled Thanksgiving turkey, and then you come into MY shitting office and-"

A striking look from Stella froze him to the spot, similar to what Stolas had done to those thieves at Loo Loo Land, but without the petrification. His eyes darted wildly as Stella got right up in his face. "Yeah, I did, and you tried to kill my hitman in turn! So, I'm going to even the score." Stella licked her lips, and opened her mouth wide. The rest passed in a flash. She stuffed Blitzo in her mouth, and forced him down her throat with all the elegance and grace expected of a royal. She snapped her fingers, and Blitz was freed from the freezing spell. He thrashed and screamed and cursed at the top of his lungs, something which Stella rather enjoyed.

"Alright, that's one down," Stella said, licking her lips and turning to Moxxie and Millie. "And of course, I can't forget you two either! Come on you little fuckheads, come join your boss!"

Moxxie and Millie shared a look, then looked to Blitzo struggling and screaming with anger in Stella's belly. Millie stood up in a flash, drawing her ax and springing towards the devilish Goetia with a roar. "Aw Hell no! You ain't killing Blitz, not if we got-"

Stella froze her too, and a sideways glance froze Moxxie to the ground. She licked her lips, wondering how these two lovebirds would look on her body.

Outside, Loona's Playlist ended, and her ears were briefly filled with the sounds of struggle. Groaning, she sat up, and crept over to the door, and took a peek inside. She saw Stella sitting on Blitzo's chair at the far end of the room with her slender legs up on the table. Her belly seemed to contain the rest of I.M.P, judging from the screams and desperate cries for help. Stella caught Loona peeking, and gave her a wave with her fingers.

Loona sighed. "Whatever this is, just leave me out of it." She slammed the door, leaving Stella to digest her captured imps into a thick sludge.

"Hurry up in there you three," Stella said with a sigh. "I have more important things to do doing than digesting away some gutter trash!"

"S-Stolas! Help me!" Blitz cried from her belly, the sounds of digestion already beginning to drown out his screams.

"Stolas?" Stella said with a little giggle. "He's not coming to help you! Though, that does remind me, I have to let that limped-dick imp fucker know what's happening to his boytoy."

She took out her phone, and took a picture of her struggling gut, making sure it got a good look at Blitzo's struggles. Stella sent it to Stolas, captioning it, "Oh Stolas!~ I think your boyfriend and I are finally getting closer together! I'll let you know how our friendship goes along."

With a tap of her fingers, Stella sent the message. But for some reason, she didn't feel satisfied. After everything that manwhore had done to her, didn't he deserve something extra special? Especially since this was the last he was ever going to see of his precious Blasto? Or Blitso? Or whatever the little pricks name was. She felt the struggling in her belly, and found she was already growing annoyed by the persistence of the imps within. They didn't even have the decency or demeanor to die right! The least Stella could so was speed them along, right?

Stella propped her phone on the table, and brought her belly right up next to it. It would capture everything that was about to happen. She put her hands on her belly, and rubbed it, bringing to mind a spell certain gluttonous demons had invented to speed along their dining. She listened deeply to Blitzo's pathetic cries for help, luxuriated in the ways he was suffering in his hopelessness. The only sound sweeter than that to Stella would be the sounds of him finally getting what he deserved.

She put her hands on her belly, and pressed in, casting the spell and salivating as she felt the first changes to her body. Within moments, the screams inside had risen to a fever pitch, and Stella could hear the sound of bones and bodies breaking as her gut contracted around them and her belly digested them. Cries for help swiftly turned to the guttural sounds of imps being melted away, being reduced to sludge in her gut. Blitzo was the last to melt away, and the camera caught it all as his cries died away, growing weaker and weaker, until sloshing sludge was all that remained.

But the spell kept going. Why leave it at that? Why not put these imps someplace where they'd actually be of value? Stella picked the phone up, and held it close to her belly as her body started rapidly working away the meal inside. Her body began growing heavier and weightier, straining both the chair she was sitting on and the table she was resting her legs on. Stella's guts pumped thickly, each moment making her bigger, rounder. She felt her belly shrink down as the imps inside were dealt with, and she pressed in on it with her hands, as if to better help them along.

Stella's frilly dress started breaking apart as all of her curves grew exponentially. The upper half was destroyed by her rapidly expanding tits, and the lowe half was wrecked by the growth of her hips and thighs. Her belly started emptying out, with Blitzo having lasted the longest. The phone caught the last noises of the imp as his sludge was pumped from Stella's belly with a thick glorrrpgurg!

Stella let out a long moan as she felt the last of Blitzo get churned into fat on her body. Normally, the indecency of having her clothes being ripped off would've embarrassed her, but the strong sense of victory and satisfied lust overpowered all else. She made to stand up, and found it quite difficult with her new body. Her once-slender legs had been turned into think trunks with all that new weight. She'd definitely need help sliding through doors from now on, for one thing.

However, something that'd surprised her was the appearance of three little tattoos appearing around her body. She supposed that they must be some strange part of the spell, and correspond to whatever part of her form the pathetic imps had gone most too. Looking over herself, she found Moxxie's face on her new milky tits, which made sense when one considered how feminine he'd been. She gave her new dress-ripping massive tits a shake, feeling them slosh heavily with great satisfaction.

Looking down, there was a tattoo of Mille on her right thigh. That made sense too. Stella had seen the thighs on that imp and had always thought they would look better on someone with more class. She gripped the appropriate thigh, and gave it a soft shake, watching how what was left of that imp girl wobbled. That left a question though, where had that pathetic imp Blitzo gone? She turned around, and examined herself in the mirror, letting out a witches cackle when she realized just where he'd went.

She grabbed both of her newly-massive asscheeks, and rubbed them, feeling up just how heavy her rear had become, and she knew exactly what imp to thank! Blitzo's face had appeared on her right asscheek, and from how fat her ass had gotten, it felt like every last bit of the imp had gone there. How sad and pathetic! She pulled out her phone again, and angled it at a nearby mirror, so she could get a great shot of her backside. Her free hand grasped her ass right on the tattoo, digging into Blitzo's face, and she took a picture. Stella admired herself in the photo, the tits so round and huge she had a hard time lifting them, the thighs which were wider than any doorway she'd ever seen, and the new hundreds of pounds of ass she had, round and huge beyond what she could've ever hopes for.

Stella sent the video of her digesting I.M.P to Stolas, and then sent the final picture of her grasping her ass in the mirror to him. The attached text read, "I think I've found a suitable position for you boyfriend, Stolas!"

She strode out of the office while she waited for a text back from her henpecked husband. Loona looked up from her phone for a moment as Stella passed, and then looked back down again, uninterested. Stella dropped some cash on the desk, presumably to cover for the time spent with I.M.P, and said, "I'm sorry, but I think you'll have to find a new place of employment, I think your current boss is-" she turned and gave her ass a pat, "-out of commission."

Loona shrugged. "Whatever. Maybe now I can get some peace and quiet."

Stella exited the building and walked down the streets of Hell, smirking at the faces of all the lustful and shameful Demons passing her looks. Her phone vibrated what felt like fifty times in a second, and Stella opened it to see an endless stream of absolutely enraged texts from Stolas. When she opened one of her voice-mails, she found that it was nothing more than Stolas cussing, crying, and screaming in rage at her. She didn't bother listening all the way through. Stella wondered what she could do next to enrage Stolas even more. Maybe she'd visit Andrealphus! Have him put a few loads in her and on Blitzo's tattoo, and then send that to Stolas to see how'd he react.

Stella gave her ass another shake, feeling Blitzo wobble. "I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. What do you think?"

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