Having reached a breaking point with Blitzo and his crew ruining her parents marriage, Octavia plots out a delicious revenge.

Written by DamiansMaster

Cover Art by  GhostlyFoxy or Twitter

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Octavia lifted her head and craned her neck to get a better look at the journey ahead. She had been climbing the stairs for what felt like an eternity, and still there was no end in sight. She straightened her gaze and soldiered on. In the end this would all be worth it.

As it turns out, where she had stopped, was actually quite close to the top of the staircase. The magic in the tower, and design of the stairs, obscured any sense of time or space. Landing on the top step, Octavia was greeted with a set of grand purple doors. They arched upward and at the top and ended in a sharp point, the wood had occult symbols sprawled across it. Octavia reached a hand forward and muttered to herself an ancient incantation.

The doors glowed with a brilliant yellow light and swung open at her command. Inside was a small room with smoothed curved walls, giving it an egg shape, and in the middle of the egg, a green and sparkly vortex swirled menacingly around a floating book. Octavia approached the vortex and a warm wind rushed past her, slamming the doors shut.

Shouting to be heard over the roar of the windstorm which was picking up, “I Octavia of the Royal Family of Ars Goetia, beseech thee oh ethereal magic book!”, she said.

“What brings you here, daughter of Stolas, great Owl of hell”, replied a voice. The voice had no location and instead seemed to emanate from the walls around her.

“I seek revenge”, Octavia shouted, “My family has been wronged, torn apart from the inside by stupid, idiotic, dumb, Imps”

“Imps? How embarrassing”, the voice chortled, “What do you wish from me?”

“I want to return to my rightful place at the top of the food chain”, Octavia shouted, “Give me powers so I may entice, fatten, and devour my enemies”

“Ahhh, I see”, the voice rattled, “Your wish is my command”

With that the wind swept around Octavia and she was lifted off her feet. The fog around her grew thicker, and soon her vision was totally obscured by an opaque green mist. When the fog cleared, she was standing in a limitless white room. Looking out, the room seemed to stretch on for infinity in all directions.

“I bring you teachers”, the voice said right into her ear.

A caveman looking thing appeared before her. He was hairy, unkempt, and totally naked.

“Eww!”, Octavia squealed, shielding her eyes from the mans unwashed junk.

“Sorry about that”, the voice said.

When Octavia looked again, he was clothed in a ragged loin
cloth.

“Better than nothing I guess”, she said, still disgusted. A fire popped up next to the caveman.
“This is Ooug-Balloo”, the voice explained, “The first chef.”

Ooug-Balloo hopped up and down while scratching his armpits and grunting. He pulled a dripping, bloody, raw, leg from seemingly nowhere and held it over the fire.

“OOOOOOGGGGG BALOOOOOOO,” he chanted as the leg began to char.

“That’s cool and all,” Octavia said snobbishly, “But Ooug-Balloo isn’t going to teach me to cook anything anyone with taste buds would actually want to eat”

“Well, I apologize Miss. Micheline star”, the voice sneered, “How about this one?”

Ooug-Balloo and his roasted leg disappeared in a puff of pale green smoke, and a plump woman with short curly hair and strong girthy fingers appeared.

“Well, helloooo darlings”, she trilled.

“This is popular French chef, Julia Child. She is credited with bringing traditional French cooking to an American audience. A whole generation of wives gave their husbands heart attacks with her recipes”

“Go on”, Octavia said, clearly more interested in this one.

“Today were going to be learning the classical napoleon dish of WEE-WEE-BAGUET”, Julia started.

“That doesn’t sound like a French dish”, Octavia pointed out, “Oui isn’t even spelled correctly”

“The author was probably too lazy to look up an actual French recipe”, the voice explained.

Despite the lack of research on the part of the author, Octavia spent days learning all she could from Julia Child, including the many uses of butter.

“That was informative, but I need to know more”, Octavia pressed.

“Of course,”, the voice responded.

Julia vanished and, in her place, stood a pale man with a clean-cut mop of dirty blond hair, he was no stunner, but not unattractive by any means.

“What a bunch of bloody idiots”, the man spat crossing his arms.

“I’m sure your familiar with Chef Gordon Ramsey”, said the voice.

“Oh yes”, Octavia said swooning.

Chef Ramsey proceeded to nit-pic, berate, and belittle Octavia and her cooking. But at the end of his tutelage, she was definitively the best cook in hell.

“This is great, but it’s not enough”, she said as Gordon too vanished into a wisp of smoke, “My food needs to be so good no one can stop themselves from gorging on it, to the point of death”

“Hmmm”, said the voice. Despite his lack of corporeal form Octavia could’ve sworn she heard him stroking his chin, “I think I know what you need”

There was a whoosh and an uptight man in a business suit appeared. He was in the middle of a phone call and seemed unbothered that he had been transported to a magic void.

“Yeah, Yeah, alright. Sell them all”, he snapped, “And after this put me through to the YouTube execs. Our ads with Snoop Dogg, double g, are not playing to the 0–4-year-old demographic we were promised”

“This”, the voice said proudly, “is Mark Schneider, the current CEO for McDonalds, Burger King, Pepsi Cola, Tyson Food Inc., Nestle, Kraft, Mars, General Mills, and Monsanto”

Octavia’s face spread with a devilish grin.

“This man is single handedly responsible for the worlds 40%
obesity rate”

“Teach me your ways”, Octavia whispered.

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“YOU NO GOOD CHEATING MAN-WHORE”, Stella screamed as she chucked another microwave at Stolas’ head.

He was just able to avoid it when she threw another which hit him squarely in the forehead.

“I wouldn’t need to cheat if your pussy hadn’t dried up ten years ago”, he retorted angrily.

“Garr”, Stella growled. She was just about to throw another kitchen appliance at him when Octavia entered the room.

“What’s up sweetie pie?” she asked, hurriedly tucking the blender behind her back.

“Actually, I wanted to talk with dad about something”, she
replied.

“Of course, my little Owlet. Perhaps your crazy bitch of a mother,” Stolas turned pointedly to Stella, “should give us some space”

“nogoodlyingskank”, Stella muttered to herself as she left the room.

“Dad, I want to start a career in cooking”, Octavia said.

“Cooking? Why would you want to do that? That’s a poor person job, we have people that cook for us”, he said disdainfully.

“Dad”, Octavia protested, “Do you want to ruin my dreams like you ruined your marriage?”

“No, of course not”, Stolas shot up, “I want my darling little baby to be happy above all else”

“Good. Now get me a job cooking for the I.M.P”, she commanded.

“The I.M.P? Why-”, but she cut him off.

“Daaaad, what did I just say about supporting my dreams?”, she whined.

“No, no, your right sweetie. Daddies sorry. Look, I’ll call Blitzo right now”, he proceeded to pull the phone from the wall and ring up his usual booty call.

“Oh no”, Blitzo groaned.

“You’re going to have to pick it up”, Loona told him.

“I know”, Blitzo said, bracing himself as he pressed the answer button, “Hello Stolas”

“Blitzo”, Stolas cooed, “my handsome little imp. How’s that bulging red cock of yours?”

“DAD”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m actually calling to ask a favor of you Blitzo”

“Oh no, not again”

“And you can’t say no. I gave you my grimoire, remember” “What do you want Stolas”, Blitzo sighed.

“I want you to give my daughter a job”

“A job?”

“She wants to be your company chef”

“I don’t know…”, Blitzo started.

“Tell them they don’t have to pay me”, Octavia whispered.

“She says she’ll work for free”

“She’s hired!”, Blitzo shouted as soon as he heard the word ‘free’, “She starts tomorrow” and he hung up the phone.

And so, Octavia became the official I.M.P. company chef, and her plan for revenge was put into motion. The I.M.P. crew was suspicious at first.

“What are your qualifications?”, asked Moxxie her first day on the job, “Do you have your safe food handling license?”

“How’s this for qualifications”, Octavia responded as she placed a steaming plate of roast pork and mashed potatoes in front of him. The savory aroma of the food rose to his nostrils and instantly Moxxie’s mouth began to salivate.

“Wow that smells good”, chimed Millie.

“Don’t worry, I made more than enough for everyone”, Octavia proclaimed joyously.

From that moment on, no one working at I.M.P. ever went hungry again, in fact they gorged themselves at every meal. Octavia’s time learning from the greats had not only given her the ability to cook mouth-watering meals, but it had also taught her how to make them as calorie dense as possible. Everything she made had copious amounts of fat, salt, and sugar; and before they knew it, Blitzo, Millie, Moxxie, and Loona, were all addicted to Octavia’s cooking.

She made them pies, cakes, stews, braises, skewers, and roasts. Every meal she continued to steadily increase the portion size until each employee was eating enough for a dozen people, and still they always asked for seconds (and sometimes thirds, and even fifths). Octavia would pile their plates with food until it reached the ceiling and watch gleefully as they devoured every morsel.

“Now remember to chew”, she remined playfully as she set Moxxie’s towering plate of dinner in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah, uh-hu, uh-hu, chew. Got it”, Moxxie said rabidly, drool already hanging down his chin in anticipation of the meal. As soon as the plate touched the table, he began shoveling the contents sloppily into his mouth.

The Moxxie sitting at the table was nothing like the Moxxie he had been only three months before. This plump imp had more than doubled in weight, and his entire body jiggled with fat each time he took a step. None of his old clothes could fit him, so he wore baggy sweatpants and a white tank-top which stretched thin over his fleshy body. His once nimble hands now resembled sausages, and attached to droopy, thick, tube arms. His belly was so large he had to push it down and squish it under the table in order to eat. His ass had also grown considerably, and Blitzo had had to order special chairs to accommodate the crews’ growing rears.

He snorted and grunted as he swallowed the food, barely bothering to chew. Finishing the last bites on the plate, he let out a sizable belch, before presenting it to Octavia for more. To his surprise, the ever-dutiful chef was nowhere to be seen.

As he was pigging out the owl had stealthily moved behind him. Giggling as she looked down upon the fat little imp, Octavia stretched her beak as wide as it could go.
“Wah!”, Moxxie yelped in confusion as his vision went black.

Octavia had taken her wide-open beak and wrapped it around Moxxie’s head. Clamping down hard, she lifted the pudgy imp into the air above her head. Same as how owls on earth do, she choked her prey down until it was firmly in her gullet. Moxxie’s soft malleable body pressed against her throat as she worked him towards her stomach. Finally, as the stumpy legs disappeared into her beak, she constricted her muscles and in one gulp sent the unsuspecting imp careening into her belly.

Her stomach bulged as Moxxie was pushed inside, and it wobbled violently before settling. Octavia dabbed a napkin to her lips and let out a petite little urp.

One down, and many more to go.

Moxxie had suffocated shortly after reaching Octavia’s stomach, but he took longer to digest than she had expected. Immediately after eating the imp Octavia had retired to her bed for a well-deserved digestion nap. But when she awoke, she was dismayed to find him still stewing in her gut, mostly solid. She had tried smacking the bulge several times, and while the fatty mass inside had quaked uncontrollably, the most this was able to do was produce a string of belches and burps to come from her beak.

It was slow going, but she was able to break him down with time. She found that indulging in her own cooking helped stimulate her gut to do its thing. Octavia had worried, when the bump of Moxxie was still clearly visible at work the next day, the crew would become privy to her plan. However, the remaining I.M.P employees were so busy eating the food she had made, they didn’t even notice her dramatically changed figure.

In fact, Millie, so distraught by the disappearance of her husband, had begun to eat even more. Instead of looking for clients, or going on missions, she spent her days crying and pigging out in the I.M.P. office. Blitzo and Loona had tried talking to her, but they only got sobs and spittle in response as Millie continued to shove food into her face.

As Moxxie began to make his way through Octavia’s digestive track, she too began to grow fat. It started with not being able to button her pants, and by the end she had developed her own jutting gut and chunk spread throughout her body. Despite Moxxie’s size when she had eaten him, Octavia was still relatively normal looking, as the Owl demon was considerably taller than the imps. She reveled in her new physique, and even went on a shopping spree to purchase clothes that showed off her new assets.

Tits and ass nearly exploding from her top and pants, Octavia approached the distraught, food covered, Millie. Her belly swinging as she walked.

“Hey Mills, how are you feeling,” she asked.

“Bad”, Millie responded between bites of cake.

“Is the cake good?”, Octavia whistled.

Millie gave a small nod as she swallowed.

“I’m glad. Say, how long has it been since Moxxie went
missing?”

“One month today!”, Millie answered, beginning a new round of violent sobs. In that time, she had not moved once from the table, and with the constant eating and zero exercise, Millie’s form had changed drastically. The special-order chairs were not enough to contain her, and her flabby rear-end spilled off the sides and onto the floor in all directions. Millie’s torso had grown so large it was difficult to tell where it ended, and her arms began. Her clothes had long ago been torn to shreds, exploded, by Millie’s expanding body, and she sat as a naked pile of jiggling fat at the table. Her stomach protruded well past her thick stumpy legs and sagged pitifully over her knees.

Straining to reach past her balloon shaped breasts Millie grabbed a piece of fried chicken. She shoved it into the hole above her flabby chin, and pieces went flying out of her mouth as she chewed.

“I’m glad you enjoy my cooking”, Octavia started, “My plan is working better than I ever could have imagined”

“Plan?”, Millie whimpered between bites of chicken.

“I’m fattening up the Immediate Murder Professionals so I can have a nice filling meal”, she explained, “You guys ruined my life, so now I’m going to end yours”

Millie’s eyes grew wide with realization.

“If you’re looking for your dear husband, he’s right here”, Octavia said slapping her fat gut.

Millie’s eyes narrowed with anger.

“You bitch!”, she screamed, “I’ll kill you”

Millie lunged for Octavia, but her body had changed drastically, and her muscles were not strong enough to move the mountain of fat. She struggled to lift herself from the chair, and once she did her legs wobbled and caved under her weight before she could even take a step.

Octavia threw her head back and roared with laughter.

“I’ll get you”, Millie growled as she attempted to claw her way to Octavia.

“Aww, this is almost cute”, Octavia sneered.

Millie was powerless as Octavia circled around her, taunting her by squeezing and shaking her fattened body.

“Don’t fret, you’ll be joining him soon”, Octavia said menacingly, as she finally descended on the blob of fat on the floor.

Octavia snapped her beak on Millie’s flabby and protruding ass. Waves rippled through her fat as Octavia tried to snap her jaws further over Millie. Her plan had worked a little too well, and she was having trouble fitting the copious mound of flesh in her mouth.

“I hope you choke, you fat bitch,” Millie yelled as Octavia struggled to fit her into her beak.

Grabbing with all her strength, Octavia used her beak to fling Millie into the air. She soared straight up, and the fat rippled around her as she fell, ass first, into Octavia’s awaiting throat. Octavia stumbled, off-balance, for a moment as the weight of Millie landed in her mouth. But gravity did its thing, and soon the soft, squishy ball of imp was making its way to Octavia’s gut. She waited until Millie had sunk all the way into her throat before gulping her down completely.

Octavia fell forward as the massive imp was pushed into her stomach. Her weight landed on the now rotund sphere that jutted out of her midsection. Leaning down, one hand reaching around and squeezing the fat on her gut to steady herself, Octavia stood for a moment panting. The imp she had just swallowed was half the size she was, and Octavia’s stomach ached from being stretched to such a degree. Octavia grunted as she tried to lift the heft of her belly. She was able to carry it a few feet before having to stop and rest. The massive perfect sphere of her stomach was hard as a rock but gurgled promisingly. Octavia, nearly immobile, stood there as she felt her stomach juices fill the cracks between Millie’s fat rolls. The imp was surprisingly quiet in there, although Octavia did feel a few half-hearted struggles every now and then.

Octavia felt a large bubble rise to the top of her throat, and she made no effort to hold back the belch that erupted from her. Along with it came the tattered remains of Millie’s shirt and pants. Octavia patted her belly and gave it words of encouragement as it began to try and work through the greasy meal.

Suddenly Octavia felt her gut heave. Startled, she clasped her hands to her mouth as she felt something clawing up her throat. Octavia was about to cry out when a set of pudgy fingers pushed her hand out of the way and forced its way out of her beak. Mouth full of tubby arm, Octavia watched in horror as another one of Millie’s arms pushed its way out of her gut. The imp had almost dragged her shoulders out of Octavia’s beak when Octavia finally collected herself. With a large and forceful gulp, Octavia shoved Millie back inside her.

Panting again, she dragged herself to the table. Her stomach was already straining to hold the contents of the morbidly obese imp, but Octavia was determined not to let Millie escape. She grabbed a handful of Millie’s unfinished food and shoved it into her mouth. Swallowing painfully, she grabbed another, and another. Forcing it down her gullet, a bump began to form on top of her already engorged belly.
Finishing the last scraps on the table, Octavia sat back and drew in a deep breath. Moving was impossible now, but she had assured that Millie was sealed in. Face streaked with bits of food; Octavia drifted into a peaceful slumber.

In it she dreamed wonderful dreams. Despite what you might think, her plot of revenge had only just begun.