Is that a Nightmare, or a cow? After devouring her beloved and perfectly well-mannered sibling, Nol, Barbara went on a feeding spree. Every time a customer damaged something at Sinful Selections, tried to shoplift, or demanded to see the manager, Barbara turned them into a scrumptious snack. She can't help it! Her belly demands flesh laced with succulent, bitterly sweet mortal-fear more by the day, and Barbara can't resist its siren call. At this point, that ginormous globe of gluttony has honed itself into a meat-melting machine! One person per day won't do; she's gotta gwulp down at least six customers to feel remotely full.

It's a wonder anyone still shops at Sinful Selections, when it's the center of so many mysterious disappearances. Heck, Barbara's hips have grown so thicc, so plump, so juicy that she can barely turn sideways without hipchecking folks across the magic pawnshop. But there in-lies its appeal: few shop at Sinful Selections anymore for eldritch tomes, voodoo dolls, and crystal skulls. They're here to admire its manager and her lovely curves. Barbara must be the curviest gal in the world. Her butt and belly certainly are the biggest!

It must be their imagination whenever someone sees an acid-stained skull bouncing around that fleshly dome. Surely.

By her estimate, Barbara has stuffed over thirty people down her greedy gullet. Maybe more! She's lost count. If she could, Barbara would devour the whole town and not feel a lick of regret. However, it grows harder by the day to run Sinful Selections by herself, especially when her humungous hips are too fat to fit through most aisles. The thunderous clap of her asscheeks deafen Barbara's ears, and the souls swirling around her insides leave her hot & horny beyond belief.

Such power, such pleasure! Aaah, it was enough to make the mind melt!

"Haha! Much as I hate to admit it, Nol ran the shop way better!" says Barbara with a huff. Her cheeks red as a rose, Barbara ogles her massive frame as the ample curves sway to-and-fro like a pendulum. "I mean, I'm glad I won! Really! Haha! But— ooooooooouuurrrppp— I could really use a break!"

After devouring a pack of Night Gaunts who thought they could steal Sinful Selections out from under her, Barbara has grown fatter than ever. Between her jiggly jugs, which were swollen with enough milk to rival a dairy farm; her behemoth belly, its chocolate-brown skin soft and smooth like a vat of pudding; and her colossal hips, which could topple buildings with a single bump, the hybrid was enormous. Never before has a Creature of Leng grown so massive, so hungry, so powerful. Magic crackles at her fingertips, and the souls entombed in her ass serve as the fuel.

At this rate, Barbara would need to devour Elder Gods to slake her bottomless hunger! She couldn't do that. She hated seafood. Cthulhu must taste so rubbery, like chewing a bicycle tire. Barbara would rather watch paint dry.

"I'd better— braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppp— revive 'em. Tomorrow!" Barbara licks her lips and waddles towards Sinful Selection's storefront, where a line of angry customers waits to be served. The impromptu magic battle and feast took over an hour to finish, and plenty of people wanted to buy their stuff and leave. "First... I'd better do my job. Aaah... I love my job~<3"

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Art by the devilishly decadent  delt
Barbara belongs to  ruler101

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