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Stocking Stuffing
🕑 Added 2022-07-10 00:25:32 +0000 UTCNOTE: I wrote this in a third-person omniscient POV, which is markedly different from everything else I've ever posted and also a style I'm not overly used to. It felt right for these two though, so I did it. Just as a small note in case anything seems weird. On to the fic~!
Daten City - a town crammed full of more freaks and fetishes and freaks with a fetish for fetishes than it has any right to. Everyone’s getting off to everything and I do mean everything. Feet, sweat, tattoos, choking - Hell, even food’s not safe. Adults of all ages and sizes can get off to anything these days. ‘Course, that includes angels too.
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“Stocking, you fucking asscrack! What did you do with my fucking cereal!? I worked up an appetite last night and now momma’s gotta eat!”
A fucked-up slut of a blonde angel was scrounging for breakfast, but her equally twisted sister had no intention of helping.
“I can’t believe all the meat you ate last night wasn’t enough for you,” quipped said sister, Stocking, who was happily eating a sugary slice of cake. She gulped another chunk of pure calories down and kept going, “Sorry, but we’re out of cereal. My fluffy boy from the bar Monday night ate the last of it and you were too busy sleeping off your twenty boys to give a fuck.”
“Fucking shit, Stocking! Why’d you let your sack of mommy issues eat my stuff!?” The blonde one, named Panty, bitched. She stomped over to the kitchen table and slammed her hand down, making the platter that held the entire rest of Stocking’s precious cake clatter.
Stocking didn’t even bother looking at the pissed-off angel. She answered absently, “If you didn’t want it eaten, you should’ve put your name on it.”
“With the fucking pervs you like, I’m sure they’d eat even more if they saw ‘Panty’ written on a fucking cereal box,” Panty hissed.
“Not my problem. I’m trying to enjoy my regular dose of morning sweets and you're really killing the mood. Mind being a hangry slut somewhere else? Maybe you can scrounge up another serving of meat since I know you’re always starving for that.”
A fist slammed down on the table, making the full cake platter clatter even stronger than before. “Damn it Stocking, I’m starving for food right now, not dick! I was too lucky last night and didn’t even eat dinner and now your fuckface geekwad ate the only thing edible before noon in this fucking house!”
Her fury was completely ignored. Stocking was too lost in the flavor of her cake, a dopey smile on her face. Panty bit her lip and looked at the cake. This angel wasn’t a fan of sugar, but between the rumbling of her gut and the sheer happiness it seemed to be giving to her sister, then maybe it would be worth a shot. “I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, but… gimme some of your cake.”
That received the goth angel’s attention. Her eyes flew open to stare daggers at Panty. “I can’t believe you said it either! This cake is way too good to waste on your stupid tongue that won’t even appreciate its rich taste!”
“You know I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t a code red! Shit!” Panty cursed. She bent over and wrapped her arms around her narrow midriff, which was bare from her skimpy nightshirt. “My stomach is cursing more than we are right now and I don’t have the energy to make something! Just share your damn cake already! I’ll buy you some more later if it’s that fucking important!”
Still, the black-haired angel turned her nose up at Panty. “They only make one of these cakes a month and I FINALLY got one after a year of waiting and bribes! I’m going to SAVOR this cake, so you better not lay your filthy whore hands on a single crumb!”
A vein throbbed on Panty’s forehead. Without a second thought, she snarled, “Oh, like THIS!?” as she reached out and ripped a chunk of moist, fruity cake out with her bare hands.
Stocking could do nothing but gape at the hand full of cake - at the frosting mashed under Panty’s fingernails, at the trail of crumbs leading away from her divine cake, at the raspberry filling dripping onto the table, and at the smug look on her sister’s face. Finally, her nostrils flared as she spoke, “You fucking cunt! Do you even KNOW what you just fucking did!? That was the Chris Evans of cakes! The Scarlet Johansen! The A-list Victoria’s secret tit model of the fucking century! And you just fucking DESTROYED it!”
“Chill your fat ass, Stocking, I just grabbed a snack. Don’t get your granny panties in a twist.” Panty licked some of the sweet mixture squeezing out from her fist and grimaced. “It’s even sweeter than I thought it’d be. Fucking Hell, how are you eating this for breakfast? I’m growing love handles from just one lick!”
“I KNEW you weren't going to appreciate it!” Stocking screamed, launching herself to her feet. She grabbed Panty’s caked-up hand with an iron grip. Her hair flared up to match the flames in her eyes. “You selfish, insensitive skank! I’m gonna rip your fucking tits off your chest and shove them up your fucking ass, then I’m gonna tear open your fucking-”
While one angel screamed more obscenities than exist in a whole season of Jersey Shore, the other just plugged her ears and rolled her eyes. It wasn’t her fault that this sugar skeet was so terrible and that the other woman had such bloated taste buds. Why should she have to suffer through this bullshit? She should just suck it up and eat her damn cake.
A rogue thought passed through the lustful blonde’s head. Her irritated frown was replaced by a menacing smirk. “Ooooh Stooooo-ckiiing~!” she called, interrupting the goth’s irate flood.
“The fuck do you want!?” Stocking shot out, unaware of Panty’s plans for her.
“Open up, sugar slut!”
“What the fuck-” Stocking began, but her open mouth was forcefully crammed full of the cake that had still been in Panty’s fist. She staggered and fell back down in her chair. A lifetime of gluttony made Stocking swallow that mouthful of cake, but that cake was violently replaced with another. “*MmMmMMMM!*”
“Since you love your cake so much, you better fucking eat it!” Panty cackled as she dug her fingers into the cake once again. The goth angel went to stand up, but Panty forced her back down with a third handful of cake to her mouth. “Where do you think you’re going, you greedy gut slut?” Panty asked with a devilish smirk. “Like I said: You better-” She shoved more cake into Stocking’s mouth. “Fucking-” More cake. “Eat-” MORE cake. “Your-” You get the point. “CAKE!”
Stocking flapped her arms around angrily, a vein threatening to burst on her forehead, but she couldn’t get up! Every time she did, Panty would just slam her back down again! She COULD just yank off her stocking and beat the shit out of the blonde bimbo, but the CAKE! It might get smashed up or shot or stabbed! She couldn’t risk it getting any more mangled than it already was! But she also wanted to savor this cake and it was all getting WASTED! WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO!?!?
As the pastry addict sat frozen by indecision, the sex addict was anything but frozen. She was laughing and cackling as both her hands shoveled cake into Stocking’s unwilling mouth. She raised a foot and planted it on the seat in between Stocking’s thick thighs, further locking the bitch in place as more cake was crammed down her gullet. This was what the goth virgin-hunter got for being so fucking greedy and selfish! Ha! HA!
And, unknown to both of the angels, a small green menace known as Chuck was struggling to pull a massive sack three times his size into the room. He was unknown until he gave the sack a huge yank and it popped out of the doorway and sent him rolling across the floor with him yelping his own name all the while. After that, his presence was noticed - and very much hated.
“What the fuck are you doing in here, Chuck!?” Panty snarled. She stomped over and, before Chuck could even recover from being flattened from his sack, was punted across the room and back out the door. “Don’t fucking come back, shit for brains! Ruined the whole fucking mood! What the shit is in this thing, anyway?”
Panty bent over to check the sack. She was so distracted that she didn’t notice the bloodcurdling gaze Stocking was giving her. The purple-haired angel rose to her feet, a murderous haze surrounding her. One of her characteristic stockings was missing and, in her hand, was a deadly blue sword. Half. Half of her fucking cake was gone. Destroyed. WASTED. It was all over that cunt’s hands, all over her own face, and even on the bust of her fucking dress. This shit was DRY CLEAN ONLY! FUCKING BITCH!
Stocking vanished. A black blur surged towards Panty. Then-
*THWACK!*
Cracks formed in the wall as an unsteady angel with a fat gut slammed into it at Mach two. Her sword fell from her hand as she popped off of the wall, her gut remaining touching the wall for just as long as her tits. She’d been too furious to notice, but Stocking’s gut was poking out just as far as her sugar-sustained tits now. It was pulling at her dress and uncomfortably full, which had thrown off her balance and made her miss her target entirely. Rage was a hell of a drug to make her not notice her oversized food baby. Panty, too, could relate to the effects of rage.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Panty screeched as Stocking collapsed onto her back, stars in her eyes. “YOU JUST TRIED TO SLASH ME! OVER SOME FUCKING CAKE! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?”
“Uuuuuugh…” Was the glutted angel’s only response. Had the ceiling always spun like that? And had her stomach always hurt this much? And- “ERK!”
A fat weight was plopped right onto Stocking’s gut. Panty had straddled Stocking’s oversized stomach, a foot planted on both of Stocking’s arms, and she had an eldritch fury in her eyes. “You’re that fucking pissed about some shitty cake, huh!?” Panty hissed. “Fine! Then have some other shit to take your mind off of it!”
Stocking didn’t get a chance to process whatever Panty meant. Her mouth, which had been absently open in her fogginess, was getting a full leek shoved into it and down her throat. Why was there a leek, you may ask? It was thanks to the rat bastard known as Chuck and his mysterious sack. It was filled to the brim with food. Where Chuck got this food and why he had it were fun-filled stories of adventure and-
A food truck overturned on the highway. Chuck stole the food and was going to cram it down his own greedy throat like the dog-shaped pig he was. Happy? Good. Now back to the world’s worst angels.
Panty reached into Chuck’s sack and pulled out a wad of pre-cooked bacon. She shoved it into Stocking’s mouth, which was still stuck open thanks to the leek, and reached back for more food. The pinned goth couldn’t fight back. Her arms were trapped by Panty’s feet and she couldn’t think straight with Panty’s fat fucking ass pressing down on her gut like that. There was so much pressure being put on her that she felt like she might pop, yet there was more getting forced in! Her mind was swimming. She couldn’t focus!
A radish followed the bacon, then a bunch of bananas - each one crammed whole down her throat, skin and all. Luckily, both of the angels had deleted their gag reflexes long ago (through very different methods), so Stocking was at no risk of choking, but that didn’t mean much with how much food was parading down her gullet.
The blonde bimbo, fueled by her hunger and anger, had nothing on her mind other than making the bitch below her burst. Her seat was getting taller and harder as time went on, slowly losing its plushness as it filled with solid food. Panty had to readjust herself from time to time, pushing herself back up the slope of the rising gut. Stocking’s face was a vibrant red and sweat was dripping down her face. Panty’s furious scowl melted into a merciless smirk. Served her fucking right!
Panty, for all of her experience, was entirely unaware of why Stocking’s face was so red.
At some point (specifically, after a whole potato slid into the bloated angel’s gut), Stocking felt a rush of heat surge through her body. She had shivered, tingles dancing along her spine, and felt herself wishing her hands were free so that she could shove a finger into just the right places. What the fuck was this? Why was she getting so horny all of a sudden? Oh, FUCK- did she have a thing for this? Which part? Or was it ALL of it? FUUUUCK! Oh shit, anD it was her fucking SISTER who was enabling this! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, PIECE OF SHIT, FUCKING CHRIST ON A CRACKER-
Stocking squirmed in place as her nethers demanded more attention. Panty, understandably, misinterpreted Stocking’s struggles as pain. “Awww, is miss greedy gut getting too full?” Panty crowed, pulling a whole head of lettuce from Chuck’s sack. “Maybe I should stop then…”
Stocking sighed in relief.
“-OR NOT!”
Panty shoved the edge of the head of lettuce into Stocking’s mouth. She kept shoving down, forcing the lettuce into Stocking’s mouth and down her throat. The stuffed goth let out a muffled shriek and started squirming again. A load rumble echoed through her gut as the smooshed lettuce began traveling down her throat. Oh fuck, it was so much! She was already so full, so tight! She couldn’t take anymore! Every extra bit of tightness was another wave of pleasure and desire! Panty could NOT find out she was into this shit! She would NEVER let her live this down! EVER! She had to keep her cool, no matter-
While these thoughts raced through Stocking’s head and Panty shoved a large carrot down her throat, a different noise other than rumbling was starting to sound out. See, Panty wasn’t heavy, but she was still pinning Stocking’s dress in place - a dress that was not made for maternity. The bottom of Stocking’s dress had been sliding up her engorged gut as time went on, covering less and less of the pale orb, but it hadn’t shifted on her upper belly at all. Panty had pinned it in place. Now the fabric was starting to creak and groan almost as much as Stocking’s belly itself was. Finally, after another round of bananas, it let out a violent creeeeeeeak, and-
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*
A gaping hole opened up on Stocking’s dress, exposing all of that tasty upper belly. The overstuffed goth couldn’t stop a muffled moan from coming out, her eyes glazing over, as the sudden release set off explosions all over her sensitive gut.
Oh, but Panty didn’t care. She didn’t even notice despite it being right in front of her. She’d been too bust contemplating a pineapple and how to get it into Stocking’s fat mouth. Eventually, she gave up and just tossed it aside, snatching a pomegranate out of the bag instead. “So, where were we? Oh, right! You were getting ready to EXPLODE!”
It was getting harder and harder for Stocking to restrain herself. Her gut wasn’t even rising any more thanks to Panty’s weight. It was ballooning to the sides now with a small amount muffing up and around Panty’s toned thighs and ass. Stocking’s eyes rolled up in her head as a spasm went down her back. The pressure felt so FUCKING HOT! She was so insanely tight, yet she still felt like she could eat so much more!
FUCK, what was WRONG with her!?
“Eh, why the fuck not try? Open wide, Stocking~!”
Stocking’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull as something too wide for her mouth. It was a whole-ass watermelon. The PINEAPPLE had been too much for Panty to consider, but a fucking WATERMELON wasn’t. She hummed evilly to herself as she planted a hand on the top of the rind and pushed down. Hard.
In short, Panty didn’t plan for Stocking to eat the watermelon. It had just been the last thing in Chuck’s giant sack and she wasn’t done with her revenge yet. Her plan was to jam it into Stocking’s teeth and to leave her like a fat, stuffed Christmas hog.
What WASN’T Panty’s plan was for Stocking’s jaw to pop open under the pressure and for the watermelon to suddenly slip down Stocking’s throat - along with half her arm.
Both angels had a violent reaction to this, but for entirely different reasons.
“FUUUUUCK! So motherfuckign GROSS!” Panty screeched as she yanked out her arm and shot to her feet. She flicked her arm and sent spit halfway across the room. She stuck out and tongue and gagged as she held her arm away from herself. “Oh Jesus fucking CHRIST, Stocking! What the Hell is wrong with you!? FUCK! I need a fucking shower after that! Shit!” And, with her hunger entirely forgotten, Panty ran out of the room.
“F-F-FUUUUUUUUU- *UuuUUuuuUUOOOOORP* -UuuUUUUCK ME!” Was Stocking’s response, which was very clearly not the result of anger.
The goth angel’s hands shot to her gut now that Panty’s feet weren’t pinning them down anymore. She hungrily rubbed the great expanse of taut skin her gut had become, which had rapidly swollen with the addition of an entire watermelon. There were bumps and lumps all over from the solid food Panty had been cramming down, which Stocking lustfully rubbed and pressed, swooning every time she managed to shove something out of place and how violently her gut would rumble as it readjusted everything inside of it.
“F-FUUUCK!” Stocking moaned out load, her legs curling up beneath her titanic gut as she tried to reach for her belly button. She couldn’t! Her stomach had shot upwards now that Panty wasn’t sitting on it, so she couldn’t even reach her fucking belly button anymore! And for some sick reason, that was the hottest shit to her! FUCK! While one hand clutched at her gut as far up as she could reach, the other struggled to reach around her gut to finally satisfy herself. She needed this and she needed it RIGHT the fuck NOW!
“Hey bitches, we’ve got a ghost. Get dressed and-”
The large afro of Garterbelt entered the room ahead of him. The black priest took one look at the disgrace of an angel moaning deeply with a gut the same size as herself on the floor and turned right back around. “Nope. Fuck this shit. I don’t get paid enough for this.” He left to go find the other angel, hoping she wasn’t fucking a college football team for the fifth time that month.
Moral of the story: Don’t fuck with the gluttonous, masochistic goth with a divinely durable body. You’ll be the one getting fucked in the end.
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Here they are - Panty and Stocking in all of their foul-mouthed glory! Would you believe that I somehow still turned out ace despite this being the second anime I ever watched at the age of... what, 12? 11? Just goes to show that media doesn't influence everything about a person growing up, heh.
Hopefully, the omniscient viewpoint turned out alright. I think it did, but it doesn't super matter if I do - only if y'all do. If you guys enjoyed it, then I might do it more in the future, and I'll get better with the extra practice too. If not, then... I'll just stick to what I know, I suppose~.
The next fic should be out around the 16th. I say it 'should' because, once again, July is hecking busy for me, so I'm not totes sure if I'll be able to finish in time. We'll see, I gues. Also, it's probs gonna be another monster gal fic. One fic is enough of a break, right~?
