Fizzarolli tries to quit working for Mammon. He doesn't take it very well. Asmodeus and Blitzo get caught up in the crossfire.

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“I quit!”

The words left Fizzarolli’s mouth like a bullet. It was a short exclamation, and there was no way to take it back now. Blitzo watched him from the crowd, giving him a thumbs up as a gasp went through the crowd. His boss, Mammon, appeared in a flash down on the stage, only a few steps away from Fizz.

It was true, he was quitting. This job had taken so much from him. He hadn’t realized until talking it over with Asemodeus, his lover, just how much stress Mammon had placed on him. He’d been turned into a wreck because of this job, so he was leaving. The only thing he was still scared of was how Mammon would react. Fizz knew he wouldn’t take it well, but how poorly exactly would he take it?

He stood in the silence of his words, and waited for an answer to that question. Then, instead of the hissing and screaming Fizz had expected, something else seemed to happen to Mammon. A cool smile slid across his face, the kind he always got before executing some cruel, depraved plot. Fizz gulped and steadied himself, putting on a confident face. “What you looking at? You’re looking pleased for someone who just lost their prize performer!”

“Nah mate, you got it wrong,” Mammon said, creeping around to put a hand on Fizz’s shoulder. “You ain’t going anywhere. Now tell me, who put these silly little thoughts in your head?”

“What? No one put thoughts in my head fuckface,” Fizz said, trying to back away.

Mammon pressed himself closer into Fizz, wrapping another arm around him protectively, as if to say that he owned him. “Look, I’ve always treated you like the son I never wanted! You have everything a demon could possibly want! You can go on having all the money and bitches in the world - you just gotta tell me who put these ideas about quitting in your head.”

A burst of flame from behind him made Mammon turn around. Asmodeus was standing in the eruption, obviously trying to hold himself back from punching the Sin of Greed right then and there. He approached Mammon, flames beginning to flicker off his hands. “Hands off Fizz, you creep.”

“Yeah, only I’m allowed to put my hands on him!” Blitzo said, standing back. He wanted to help Fizz, but he also had enough self-preservation to know that getting between two Sins when they were pissed was more than a death sentence.

“Ozzie! Long time no see!” Mammon said, still smiling like the perfect businessman. Though, if one knew where to look, they’d see the slight maniacal shift in his eyes, like a snake preparing to strike out. “So you’re the asshole putting ideas of leaving in poor impressionable Fizzy’s mind, right?”

“I’m not doing this with you today, fuckface. Just give me Fizzarolli.” He kept approaching, and the grin on Mammon’s face grew wider. He snapped his fingers, and the trap was sprung.

Pale ropes shot out from either side of the stage, tanglings themselves around Asmodeus in an instant, binding his arms to his chest as the force of the blow caused the Sin to topple to the floor, where he thrashed wildly. “Oh come on man,” Mammon said, “Did you think it’d be that fuckin’ easy? I keep this stage trapped with some powerful tricks just for things like this.”

“Ozzie!” Fizz cried, rushing over to his boyfriend, giving him a hug on the head.

“You’re a dumber sack of shit than I thought,” Asmodeus said. “You know these ropes won’t last long on a Sin like me.”

“They don’t have to!” Mammon said, rubbing his belly with two of his hands. “By the time their power wears off, I think you’ll be… indisposed.”

Fizzarolli stood up, placing himself between Mammon and Ozzie. The former was approaching with a gleeful, greedy wait. “Hold on, fine, I’ll stay with you. Just don’t do anything to Ozzie-!”

“Oh it’s too late for that, you shithead,” Mammon said, pushing him aside with a heavy arm. “I think you need to be reminded who you work for. And what kind of manager would I be if I tolerated this kind of fuckery?”

Asmodeus sighed. “Go on, do your worst. You’re just gonna regret it when I get out of these ropes.”

In response, a loud grumble came from Mammon’s stomach, which up-close, Asmodeus realized was more than big enough to fit him inside. “Alright, let’s see how you deal with the worst, then,” Mammon said, picking up Ozzie and stuffing his head into his mouth.

A gasp went up from both Fizz and the crowd watching. Mammon eagerly grasped Asmodeus’ wide chest, and pulled it inwards, stuffing it down his gullet. His greedy gullet welcomed the large meal, and didn’t struggle at all with fitting such a large demon down. Mammon tossed his head back after swallowing his head, and swiftly took in Ozzie’s thin, slender legs with one long gulp, sending the Sin of Lust straight down to his gut. The whole thing only took ten or twenty seconds, but throughout all of it, not a single sound could be heard aside from Mammon’s swallowing and Ozzie’s cursing.

“Okay, that’s enough of this shit, you freaky fuckclown,” Blitz said, shattering the silence as he loaded his sniper and took a shot at Mammon. The shot just bounced off of him like rubber. Blitz had just enough time to look up and realize Mammon was grinning at him before he was grasped and swallowed as well. As he was being dropped down the Sin’s throat, he was only able to choke out a desperate “Oh fuck.”

“Ozzie! Blitz!” Fizz cried, rushing to his feet and throwing a fist helplessly as Mammon. The fist collided with his fat belly, doing nothing. “Come on, Mammon! You know I’m your star! You don’t gotta do this!”

Mammon sat back, nursing a belly that was full of struggling and cursing. Asmodeus’ large form could be seen pushing and kicking at the stomach walls, and Blitzo’s well-known foul mouth was shooting off every curse known to man, and even a few that weren’t. “Fizzy, Fizzy. It’s because you’re my star that I gotta do this! Can’t have anyone giving you the wrong ideas now, right? Don’t worry - this won’t take too long. My greedy stomach will deal with them in no time at all.” He turned to the crowd, which was still silent with shock and horror. Mammon waved at them absentmindedly. “What’s wrong? Clap, you stupid bastards.”

A hesitant applause went up from the audience, mostly from people who didn’t want to end up like Blitz and Ozzie. Fizz stood in the center of it all, rage and tears bubbling up inside of him. “Y-You can’t do this! I’ll still quit, you fucking asshole!”

Mammon fell silent, a darkness falling over him. “Fizz, that was the dumbest fucking thing you could’ve said for yourself right now.” He got up, and approached the jester, his stomach wobbling. It was gurgling louder now as his gut got to work digesting the demons inside of it. Already, it was growing softer and jigglier.

In fear, Fizz backed up a wall at the far end of one side of the stage. Mammon stood up to him, and then pinned Fizzarolli to the wall with his belly. Fizz’s entire body was pressed up against Mammon’s struggling gut, wherein his beloved Ozzie and Blitz were being swiftly melted down. They were growing weaker and softer by the moment, their forms being churned to nothing. Fizz felt the softness of Mammon’s stomach, as well as the struggles of his friends, and all around were the sounds of churning and gurgling as they were worked away. Fizz let out a scream, but the fat muffled it to near nothing.

Mammon pressed in harder, smooshing his belly against Fizz, reaching his hands down to his stomach and pressing Fizz’s face in deeper, making sure he really knew what was happening to Ozzie and Blitz. Mammon used Fizz’s face to help knead them up, rubbing Fizz right up against Asmodeus’ swiftly-sludging form, and giving him a great way to hear Blitzo’s cries as they were gradually swallowed up by the gurgling all around.

Fizz tried to struggle, but all his kicks and punches did was help to further knead up his friends. He felt the stomach all around him growing softer, and felt the shapes inside lose their forms and slosh away. Mammon kneaded his face deep into his belly, giving him a facefull of all that soft fat his friends were becoming, and letting him feel them both vanishing into his body. Soon, Asmodeus’ roars of rage and cries for help faded, as did Blitzo’s cursing and crying, leaving nothing but the sloshing and churning of Mammon’s gut.

Again, Fizzarolli cried out for Ozzie, while Mammon literally and figuratively rubbed his face in there being nothing of him left but gutsludge. He used Fizz to knead both Ozzie and Blitz down until they were just the same softness inside of his stomach, and then pinned Fizzarolli flat against the wall again, letting him be surrounded by what was left of them. Nothing but new soft fat on Mammon’s gut, and sloshing inside of his stomach.

“You know folks,” Mammon said, “I don’t think I’ve really gotten through to this little prick yet. What do you all think?”

The crowd was silent with horror again, but one or two demons who didn’t want to be eaten next gave weak little cheers in the affirmative.

He pulled his fat stomach away from Fizzarolli, and then caught the gasping jester in his arms. “Alright, Fizzy! Let’s give the people what they want!”

“This has all gotta be a bad dream…” Fizz said, staring off into the distance. “Or a prank, or something! J-Just give me my friends back! Give me Ozzie back!”

Mammon’s stomach gurgled. His entire body was steadily growing fatter now, as Ozzie and Blitz were worked into fat. “Sorry, no refunds. But I can show you where your precious Ozzie is going!” Mammon patted his ass.

Fizz shook himself awake again, a cry of fear growing in his throat as the reality of what was happening set in. Mammon pushed him to the ground, and then turned around and gave his ass a shake as he slowly dropped it onto Fizzarolli.

“Wait wait wait wait wait NO-!”

Fizz’s voice was silenced as Mammon’s ass landed on him, smooshing his face right between his still-growing asscheeks. Mammon laughed and waved to the crowd as he grinded his ass on Fizz, making sure that he felt all the weight Asmodeus was getting turned into. The poor jester tried to wriggle out from underneath the immense weight, but failed to move more than an inch. If anything, it just made things worse, as Fizz was hit with the horrible realization that the fat he was pushing against would soon be all that was left in the world of his beloved Ozzie.

Mammon patted and rubbed his belly with his hands, sloshing it this way and that, squeezing it and pressing in on its shrinking contents. He could feel his body working the incredible mass inside of his gut away, his stomach and guts loud as an engine and alive with movement. With another laugh, Mammon produced a toothpick from one of his many pockets, and picked at his teeth absentmindedly. “And here I thought I’d be going on a diet soon! Thanks for bringin’ such a great meal my way, Fizzy!”

Fizzarolli felt Mammon’s ass grow fatter and fatter against him. He felt each pound of the massive weight right up against his face as Mammon’s rear grew. Mammon reached a hand back around and shoved Fizz’s face further up his ass, surrounding him on all sides with that fat, sweaty weight. He screamed and cried, but the immensity of Mammon’s ass muffled all of his cries to the point where they could barely even be heard.

“I don’t know what he’s complaining about, folks,” Mammon said, grinding his ass harder against Fizz’s face. “We all know he just looooved Asmodeus, and now he’s getting to spend some quality time with him!”

Mammon’s gut continued to digest as the rest of his body grew heavier beyond comparison. His stomach grew to be large enough to smother someone of Asmodeus’ size entirely, while his thighs and ass swelled to the point where they were taking up a good chunk of the entire stage. His breasts had grown too - undoubtably something he’d gotten from Ozzie. Mammon played with them a little, grinning. “Hey, does anyone out there in the crowd want a body pillow of this?” Mammon said with a queer little wink.

He continued to sit there and let himself get bigger, grinding his ass on Fizzy all the while. Slowly, the crowd began to filter out once they realized Mammon was more focused on torturing Fizzarolli than putting on any sort of show. Mammon’s ass continued to grow, more of that Asmodeus and Blitzo weight pressing down on his favorite performer. Fizz’s struggles grew weak and faint under all that weight. Immense hot sweaty Mammon ass was all Fizzy felt, and he knew that it all came from the man he had loved, and his best friend.

Finally, after his gut had finally finished working away Blitz and Ozzie, Mammon stood up. No one was left in the crowd at this point, and he looked down at Fizzy’s defeated body with pride. He picked his favorite jester up, and squished his face between his massive new man tits. “I think that went really well! How about you, Fizzarolli?”

“Ozzie…” Fizz said, defeated. His body was again pressed against Mammon’s fat, as if to further reinforce that there was nothing left of him except weight.

“You’re STILL talking about that fuckin’ asshole?” Mammon said, pushing Fizz’s face into his stomach. “Well, I’ll get that out of you eventually. Now come on, I gotta make some sex merch of this incident. There’ll definitely be some sick fucks out there who’ll buy it.”

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