Hi I channeled all my current frustration into Angel Dust eating a bunch of dudes. It's a lot meaner than I normally write, but I hope everyone enjoys!

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“What, and you’re saying this actually happened?”

“Look man, I’m only telling you what I heard.”

Angel Dust and Husk were wrapping up a night of companionship at Consent, the club they frequented together, when a rather vile rumor entered the conversation. See, Demons were notoriously hard to kill. You could shoot them, bomb them, drown them, and all that good stuff, but it wouldn’t stick most of the time. Angelic weapons did the trick, but you had to be a real lucky or conniving son of a bitch to get ahold of one - and most Demons weren’t that.

Yet, Husk had heard from a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy that one surefire way to kill a Demon was to consume them. As in, like, whole. Alive. They’d apparently just slowly melt away in your stomach, suffering all the way. There was a rumor going around that some killer had evaded justice for months by dealing with his victims this way, and now the method was catching on. Angel wasn’t very convinced, and raised his suspicions as the two exited the club.

“Alright, see, I can see that working in theory. But it couldn’t be that easy, right? How could you fit them all down your throat or shit like that?”

“Angel, you know more than anyone about fitting large things down your throat.”

“Okay, I walked right into that one,” Angel said as the two came to a stop on the sidewalk. “But I just don’t know man, it could just be some rumor.”

Husk shrugged and pulled out his phone, seeing that he needed to be somewhere on the other side of town rather soon. “I know the guy who told this to me, he doesn’t bullshit about killing-related things like this.”

“Fine, how about this,” Angel said, pulling out his own phone to see what messages Val had left him. “Next time some motherfucker really pisses me off, I’ll try it and let you know how it goes. Deal?”

“You shouldn’t be offering me,” Husk said as he turned to leave with a nod. “You should let your fans know! I bet some of them would pay a lot of money to see that. See you around.”

“See ya.”

The two turned and went their separate ways. There was some gang warfare going down on his usual way back to the Hazbin, so Angel decided to take a shortcut through a supposedly safer neighborhood. Supposedly being the key word here.
He crept through back alleys and dark hallways, keenly aware he was being watched but also feeling confident that nobody would be stupid enough to jump him. Ever since the televised fight at the Hotel, people knew better than ever that Angel Dust knew how to throw down and defend himself, so the number of weird people trying to jump him in alleys had diminished greatly. Some people, however, have no survival sense, and some of those people made the mistake of trying to jump the gay spider.

The exit to the dark brick alley he was walking through suddenly went black as six figures strolled across it and then took up a wall-like formation. Angel Dust, unperturbed, just kept walking, expecting them to scatter when they realized who he was. Instead, they stayed still and silent, grins plastered across their probably-drunk faces. In the center stood who was probably their leader, a Shark-headed demon who was wide and buff enough to be a wall in his own right. “Hey cutie,” he said as Angel drew closer. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back home,” Angel replied, coming to a stop right before the wall of flesh. “I know you dipshits are too fucked in the head to know how this works, but I’m one of the last people in Hell you should be trying to mug. Now, I just got off from a great night with a real close buddy ol’ pal of mine, so I’m in a good mood. That might change if you dumbfucks keep going with this, so…” He waved a gloved hand, as if trying to blow them away with a small gust of wind.

“We aren’t going anywhere until we’ve got everything you’re carrying,” the leader said. “Not unless you think you can take on all six of us at once?”

“I take more men than that every night.” Angel Dust tried to push past them, only for the wall to flex him away. A deep sigh rose from the spider’s throat. “Alright, look, I’ll explain this once. I’m not having a very good day now here, see? I have more fighting and killing experience in one finger than all of you have put together - and I am being very fucking patient right now in not using it to wipe the floor with each and every last cocksucking fuckwit here. If you don’t leave now, you’re really not gonna like what’ll happen next.”

He crossed his arms, and scowled darkly at each figure in turn. A few took a step back, but for the most part, they remained a solid wall of bodies. He could see them clearly now. They had quite the diverse set of muggers here, from an Imp to a television-looking guy who was totally aping Vox’s look. Their leader, the Shark-looking guy again, guffawed. “What was that? What’s a scrawny little twink like you gonna do against all of us? You’re that porn star right? How about we see if you’re as good in bed as we’ve heard! If you do that, you won’t have to pay a single-”

None of the men had a chance to react as Angel whipped out his signature Tommy and started blasting. From the outside of the alley, the following events must’ve sounded like they were out of some cartoon as the gangsters bravado suddenly changed into high-pitched shrieks of terror, followed by sounds of shooting and punching and kicking and general mayhem which indicated the winner was, in fact, the fuckable spider twink. A minute later, it was all over.

“Good fucking grief, can’t some people take the hint?” Angel said, lighting a smoke as he stood in the center of his defeated enemies.

He looked around at the scattered and unconscious bodies. None of them were dead - Demons were too damn tough to be put down by a mere firefight, but they were all definitely out of commission. They were weak, vulnerable, and that vulnerability suggested quite a frightful idea to Angel’s angry mind. Why not see if what Husk was rambling about was true, Demons eating each other and all? It’d be best if the part about it being a horribly painful and degrading way to go were true: Angel really wanted these fuckers to pay for ruining his night.

Angel Dust grinned as he looked over the half-dozen or so demons arrayed around the alleyway. He knew they couldn’t hear him, but he still had to take the chance to gloat. “You’d better hope that Husk was just speaking out his ass. If not, I think you’re all in for one Hell of a night.”

First, he made sure to remove all weapons from their bodies, which was harder than it sounded with how decked out they all were. Next there was the issue of actually… swallowing them. Angel knew that Demonic bodies were far more elastic than human ones, but that seemed like a stretch. So imagine his shock when he went to eat the first unconscious goon and found that gulping his huge form down came almost naturally. He just used his six arms to lift them up into the air, and then opened wide and let gravity do its thing as they fell down his throat to his stomach.

After that, each successive enemy was easier to swallow. He downed all of them one after another, barely stopped in between. He really wanted to see if this was going to be as fun as he thought it was going to be. Soon, he was gulping up the sixth and final member of his attackers, sucking down his legs with one heavy gulp.

With that, all of them were piled up in his stomach. The feminine spider dropped down against a wall, feeling the hard brick at his back which felt a strange comfort considering the scene going on inside of him. The figures vaguely visible through his midsection were beginning to wriggle now, having been roused from unconsciousness by the unpleasant experience of being swallowed and packed in. Honestly, Angel was shocked his body had been able to take all of them in, not that he was complaining. He only hoped that this stomach of his would hurry up and melt these idiots away, before one of them pulled out a knife or something.

“W-What the fuck? What’s going on?” grumbled the leader of the gang. He’d seemingly been the first to awaken, and now he was pushing around in there rather aimlessly, still getting a hold of where he was and why.

“For fuck’s sake,” Angel groaned. “I was hoping you’d die before I had to hear your voice again.”

The leader started saying something else, but at that point Angel roared with frustration and smacked his stomach while giving a hefty clench of his gut. That seemed to finally start melting the Demon’s in his stomach, and a host of screams of pain clashed with the suddenly fierce sounds of Angel’s body breaking them all down. The panicked and fearful voice of the Shark guy rose above the cacophony. “Fuck! What’s going on?”

“You’re dying in my stomach, assholes,” Angel said, salivated and grinning wickedly now. “And if that’s how you react to just the start of all this? Well, lemme just say I am really fucking excited for what’s coming next!”

“Monster!” the same voice cried. “You can’t-”

Angel wrapped both of his long arms around his stomach, and pulled in hard as he could while pressing his gut inwards, crushing up all of the gangsters trapped inside. Another loud set of pained howls went up through the alley, this time mixed with the breaking of bones. “I can do whatever I want to you, fuckface. I warned you all to leave me alone, now this is what you get.”

Not letting up his assault, Angel rose as best as he could and rushed to the wall opposite him, pressing his stomach between his body and the hard brick. He pressed in hard as he could, hearing and feeling the bodies in his middle giving way under the immense pressure. The sounds from his insides grew louder, and gradually came to overtake the pained screams of his trapped victims, almost seeming to consume them too as he pressed two additional arms on the struggling bodies inside of him, hoping to crush and melt them away in such a horrible fashion.

“Not so tough now, are we?” Angel said, falling back on his ass hard as he fell away from the wall. “I really hope you’re enjoying this - cause it ain’t gonna get any better for you from here!”

And, if his victims had been regular humans, their torment might have ended shortly thereafter. Angel Dust refused to relent, pressing and crushing and smacking his belly enough that he began to grow physically tired from the strain of it all - but he did not cease in his torturing of the gangsters he had captured. He listened to the way their bodies broke and gurgled inside of him, felt how they grew softer and weaker inside his gut, and took in all their agonized cries which were growing more pathetic by the minute. However, these were not ordinary humans, and they did not go down so easily. No, tragically for them, the durability of Demonic beings meant they persisted long after any other being would have perished.

Hours of this treatment later, Angel Dust rested his back against the brick wall once again. His stomach rested sloshy and full between his legs. He’d heard so many of their bones break and he’d taken note of how their voices had grown fainter, and thought for a few moments that he’d actually managed to kill them already. Then he felt the vaguest struggles inside of his middle, and heard sounds that he might’ve mistaken for gurgles if not for how pathetic and pained they sounded.

A high and pleased gasp escaped Angel’s mouth. “That’s so fucking hot,” he moaned. “You’re all sludgy and melted in there, but you’re not dead yet, right?” He kneaded his fingers against the softness of his stomach, and felt the distant pushes in there. “Trapped in my fruity ass gut, suffering who knows how much, and knowing there’s nothing you can do about it? Now, this right here is what I was hoping for! I’d ask if any of you have learned your damn lesson yet- but I don’t think any of you are good for talkin’ right now!”

Sad little sounds that sounded like gurgles escaped his gut, which he took as a good sign. Another good sign was that his body was beginning to grow fatter from all the weight he’d taken in. His bust had definitely grown, for one, and down below the best he began to feel his stockings straight against the new thigh meat filling them up. “Hey, why dontcha look at that,” he said, feeling his legs, “I know you’re all not fans of this and all, but my fans are gonna love it! Now, why don’t we spend some more quality time together?”

He continued playing with his gut in the coming hours, feeling it growing yet softer and sludgier as he smacked it and pressed it against the wall and clenched it and generally did everything he could to make those inside of him miserable as possible. The sounds coming from within gradually became softer and more pained, with a few starting to die out entirely. Throughout it all, his own beauty only increased, his form growing curvier and gayer and generally more desirable. By the time he exited the alley hours later, he seemed a changed man.

“Ah, it feels good to be back on my feet!” Angel said, stretching and feeling his body wobble. He’d left his own tattered and now-destroyed clothes back in the alley. They’d all torn off of him from his new gains, and he’d undoubtedly have to have new ones made. On top of that, why would he hide his gorgeous new curves? Everyone deserved to see them, and he wanted a proper look at his new body.

Strolling out onto the street, every set of eyes from all around turned to look at him. Always the performer, Angel tossed his hair back and stretched an arm up high, showing himself off. “Hey, what’s everyone lookin’ at? Did the hottest Demon in Hell just get even hotter or somethin’? Maybe if any of you cuties want a closer look, well, you know where to find me!”

It was easy to see from the looks on their faces that this new look was a big winner. He strolled down the sidewalk, casually hip checking the Demons who made the mistake of coming too close to him, until he came across a mirror. His breath left him when he got a good look at what he’d become, and he could see why everyone had stopped to stare at him. He struck a pose in the mirror and salivated as he checked himself out.

“Well, well, well,” Angel said, posing in one of the show mirrors. He put a hand on one of his door length-wide thighs, “don’t I look pretty?”

He looked drop dead gorgeous, honestly. For one, as was just mentioned, his hips and thighs had grown to an absurd degree. Each one was easily wider than most doorways, and when put together, they were larger than most beds, even King and Queen-sized ones. He gave a thigh a slap and watched how the fat there shook and then wobbled like waves caused from a rock being dropped in the ocean. More notable than that though, was the fact that his bust was now bigger than any pornstar’s he knew.

“Fuck me, now I’m definitely gonna get way more creepy fan mail,” he said, hefting his boypillows and feeling their strong weight. Saying they were the size of melons would be an understatement. Angel let them drop, and they wobbled and jiggled like the pair of tits on some ultra-curvaceous woman. He’d always been very feminine, and it wasn’t uncommon for newcomers to Hell to even initially think Angel was straight up a girl. Now?

“I’m gonna be everybody’s favorite bitch,” he said with a chuckle. “Especially with this on me!” He turned and gave his ass a fat slap. His rear had benefited more than any other part of him from this recent indulgence, growing to the point where they were bigger than most benches. From now on, whenever he turned around, he’d have to be careful not to knock someone over or pulverize them entirely. Unless that’s what they wanted from him, of course.

From the depths of his gut, Angel felt something that he would’ve thought impossible. There was still someone alive in there, struggling around! “It has to be the leader,” Angel thought, “that hard headed asshole was never gonna go down easy. Well, I guess if he’s still holding on, I better find a way to deal with him.”

Out the corner of his eye, Angel spotted a cute and fuckable Imp twink watching him. “Hey, whatcha lookin’ at, little guy?” Angel said, stomping right up to him and submerging the smaller Demon in shadow.

The startled Imp stuttered. “Well, I, uh, you know-?”

Angel plucked him from the air and tucked him under a shoulder, making sure to press his face deep into his bellyfat, deep enough in that he was surrounded by it on all sides. Deep enough in that he could hear the sloshings and glorpings of the older man’s gut. “I saw you checking me out. Say, you wanna come with me and take this body for a spin?”

A muffled moan was the only answer, which was more than acceptable for Angel Dust. All that getting pounded would surely crush up everything left of that weird Shark guy, and then he could cum on his own stomach for one last indignity towards the gang that’d wronged him. He pressed the twinks face deeper into his fat and swung his hips gayly, already looking forwards to the night ahead.

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