After last week’s posting with all the Lust themed posts, I figured I might try and continue with a bit of a seven deadly sins theme. This next week or so will be focused on Gluttony. After going with a rather ‘easy’ sort of topic for me (Lust) I’ve jumped in the deep end with Gluttony. Chances are this is going to be series-riffic, as I’m not 100% sure how far I can go with this topic.
Please note: the nation mentioned later with the ‘forced fat camps’ actually does exist and it’s the African Nation of Mauritiana.
The screams echoed throughout the black basalt cavern as he stumbled through the halls, his feet dragging as he shuffled. The demon had sickly white skin that stretched and undulated as he walked, his stomach bouncing against his thighs as he walked. In one hand, he held a haunch of unidentified meat, pausing to take a bite as he walked.
Coming down the hall towards him strode a succubus, her wings flaring as she walked, hips swinging. She wrinkled her nose as she saw him, pausing in her movements. She bowed towards him. “Lord Masizeb, he awaits for you.”
The demon grunted, chewing. He let his eyes linger over the succubus, and she sighed.
“Daughter of Lust, have you finished your tasks?” he grunted, spraying bits of food all over her. She grimaced.
“Yes, my lord. I was returning to my mistress to be reassigned.” She stated. The demon smiled.
“You will join me.” He motioned with one of his beefy fingers, and the succubus sighed. Totally a drawback to the job, servicing he more disgusting demons of Hell….
Mazireb sat upon his throne, a great feast laid before him. He chewed ponderously, food spraying out before him and down his belly. Several other demons sat before him, attending to the master of Gluttony.
“MORE FOOD! MORE WINE!” he bellowed, and the demons rushed to obey his wishes.
“I see you are keeping yourself busy.” A soft sibilant voice whispered in his ear. The demon heaved himself up out of his chair, bowing awkwardly to the Prince of Gluttony himself.
“My Prince. I have been working on a new plan to corrupt humanity. There are stores and stores of food that are being held back in several parts of the world, and I am inciting people to eat more and more. I am working towards a riot in several other parts of the world where there is apparently not enough food for some, while others feast in huts dedicated to becoming fat.”
“Good.” The Prince walked out of the darkness, his great belly almost dragging the ground, his legs almost as wide as Mazireb himself. “Give me your chair, and bring more food. I want to see you in action.”
Mazireb moved away from his throne, letting his prince sit there. Several of the other demons quickly brought food and wine to the Prince, and he began shoving great handfuls of it into his mouth.
“My Lord, watch.” Mazireb said, gesturing towards a black basalt wall. “Watch, as the humans feast in our honour.” The wall shimmered, and a view portal came into view. Several women sat around a large table, their breasts and bellies distended as they continued to eat.
“Very good. I am concerned about the fact that the humans are not celebrating in our honour as much, however.” the Prince stated, his voice muffled by the food he continued to eat.
“I have more of our demons working on food additives and oils that are hidden inside their meals which continue to add to their weight. Even those who are trying to be healthy, my Lord, are now being poisoned by their diets. They continue to honour us even as they attempt to defy us.”
The Prince of Gluttony laughed, his booming voice echoing throughout the cavern, food spraying everywhere.