“Hello and welcome to Goth IHOP…”, the ex-superhero Raven said in her usual drab tone.
“My name is Raven; can I interest you in our specially-made, 100% meaty goth pan-CAKES…”
 
Raven ended her sentence by abruptly sitting atop the table, giving the family she was currently serving an excellent view of her surprisingly plush behind, its fat, cellulite-ridden flesh simply oozing across the table as it strained the cut-off short shorts that the heroine wore as part of her uniform.
 
A different uniform than her cohort and fellow superhero Starfire was currently wearing, as could plainly be seen by the family as she speedily flew up to the table.
 
Not only was she wearing an incredibly revealing sling bikini and… well nothing else (unlike Raven’s own crop top and short shorts), but around the alien girl’s neck was a black choker labeled “Trainee”, an obvious sigh that she was far more inexperienced at this job than her frien.
 
“Hello! My name is Starfire…”, Starfire said cheerily before pointing to her friend’s rear end.
“And this is the ass that you shall be leaving in!”
 
“Wha- Star!”, Raven exclaimed in a sudden rush of confusion.
 
“Yes!”, continued Starfire, completely ignoring her friend’s obvious surprise.
“It is between these cheeks that customers who are being “the unruly” will be melted down into waste and disposed of in the “room of breaks” right over there!”
 
Understandably, despite Starfire’s cheery attitude, the family sat in shock as they stared at the grey-skinned heroine atop the table, just to see if she’d deny the outlandish remarks her co-worker was making.
 
Instead, all they got was…
 
“She saw me ONE time…”, the goth sorceress replied in her usual drab tone.
 
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Lunch/Smoke Break
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“Join me in the selfie of nudes, Friend Raven!”, Starfire said gleefully, wrapping her now nude body around the still somewhat clothed Raven as she held her phone above her head.
 
“Why?”, Raven asked, removing the cigarette from her mouth to exhale the smoke.
 
“I wish to have documentation in the case of my skeletal remains needing to be identified!”, Star said rather casually.
“There are many RAVENOUS waitresses here at the IHOP of goths, yourself included, that seem very eager to make me their “the snack” at a moment’s notice, so I figure that it would be best to prepare in case of any unfortunate fate that might come over me!”
 
“Star, I’m the only one here that eats people…”, Raven said with a hand to her forehead.
 
“Oh, joy!”, Star said with childlike glee.
“That certainly removes the mystery! Let us commence the occasion with a selfie of nudes!”
 
“Weren’t you a little concerned about me eating you a second ago?”, Raven replied.
 
“Yes, but we are the greatest of friends, Friend Raven!”, continued Star.
“It is the customers and OTHER staff you dispense of so readily, like the parents and their off-age offspring we helped earlier, NOT your bestest of friends; if you were to consume me for lunch, you CERTAINLY would have done so already!”
 
Star emphasized her joy with a sudden clasp of Raven’s ass, causing the goth girl to gasp in surprise as Starfire took her picture, her hand still affectionately squeezing the many meaty pounds of grey flesh that clung to her friend’s rear.
 
Because that’s just what friends are for!
 
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10 Minutes Later…
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“Well you didn’t last long.”, Raven said to… well, what was LEFT of Starfire as another log of her bone-filled remains were squeezed out from the very ass she was feeling up mere minutes ago.
 
While the young “hero” was certainly releasing quite the inhuman amount from within her demonic guts, it was clear that her formerly naïve friend was being surprisingly serious about the frequency of her human diet, not only from the very casual nature at which she was disposing of her friend, but also with the MASSIVE pile that
 
Nearly half of the ENTIRE room, from the floor all the way to the ceiling, was completely filled with the leftovers of Raven’s near-constant binging of just about everyone she had a mild annoyance with (which was a LOT of people.) Bones, clothes, as well as the uniforms of not only fellow staff, but from various businesses around town (mailmen, delivery boys, etc.) littered the pile, as well as a couple cigarettes that Raven had grown bored off being back there for so long as she disposed of her prey.
 
Of course, such a mess in the employee break room of all places would warrant the attention of some kind of manager, forcing the staff to bear with the powerful nauseating stench any time they felt like daring to enter the break room on their break (which was becoming less and less frequent as the months dragged on and the room got smaller and smaller.)
 
Well, unfortunately for the rest of the staff, the last manager to mention it to Raven was now one of the many skeletons buried out of eyesight deep within the pile; not even the slight recommendation that she find someplace else to dispose of her prey saved her from the same fate , so anything more was certainly not going to over well for anyone else.
 
Not that Raven cared, of course.
 
She never ate someone because she was ACTUALLY hungry (she was a semi-immortal demon, after all); it was just that getting rid of anyone who spited her certainly removed the possibility of any stress they might cause her in the future.
 
That, and the fat ass her prey’d given her; she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find mild enjoyment out of squeezing her plush curves into just about everything she wore, including the now EXTRA tight short shorts she had just finished pulling up over her rear once she felt her intestines had finally emptied themselves of her ex-friend.
 
“Welp, better luck next life, Star.”, Raven said as she flicked her lit cigarette atop the newest addition to her pile.
“Try to keep your hands off my ass next time.”
 
Wasting no time in bothering to freshen up, the waitress grabbed her pen and paper from off the work counter and immediately began sauntering towards her next customers, taking slight notice of how her ass seemed to jiggle a little bit more than it had a good fifteen minutes ago. (Guess Star must’ve finally put some meat on her bones, as she almost never gained weight from any of her human meals.)
 
“Hi, welcome to Goth IHOP; what can I get you?”, she said in a drab tone to the three men sitting across from her before releasing a loud-
 
*URP*
 
-from between her lips.
 
“You can get ME some of that sweet ass!”, one of the men retorted, much to the amusements of
 
“Ha ha; very- *EURP* -funny.”, Raven said with another belch.
“Can you hurry up and order already; I don’t have all day…”
 
“You sure?”, the same man replied.
“Cause I only need to know what you’re doin’ toNIGHT.”
 
The customers continued to laugh and tease as Raven began focusing on the strange feeling she was continuing to get in the pit of her stomach.
 
Was it because she had a hard time digesting Tamaraneans?
 
No, that couldn’t be it. Besides not having a problem melting down literally anything , she’d swallowed Star’s villainous sister Blackfire about a year or two ago (without telling Star, of course), and not only was her flavor absolutely DELICIOUS, but she’d passed through Raven’s bowels with no trouble at all, just as Star seemingly had.
 
As Raven thought, however, she felt another burst of gas creeping up her throat, only this time bringing up with it quite the large object from the depths of Raven’s insides.
 
Thinking it to just be a particularly bad case of gas, the careless predator decided to let nature take its course, relaxing her throat and letting her insides push the foreign object up and out of her mouth, only coming back to reality once she heard a loud-
 
*THUNK*
 
-in front of her, as Starfire’s intact skull landed atop the table (her long pink hair somehow still attached), splashing the obnoxious patrons with thick strands of drool as it did so.
 
“Of course…”, Raven said with a sigh.
 
From there, it didn’t take long before screams of fear and animalistic sounds of slurping and devouring came from the very table Raven was helping; the smarter ones knew to look away from the gluttonous display, lest they wish to be next.
 
With one final slurp of one of the jerks’ arms, Raven released a titanic-
 
*BUUUOOOORRRP*
 
-from between her lips as she leaned against the table, her massive stomach writhing with the forms of her prey struggling to resist the ex-hero’s monstrous insides.
 
“I’m going on break.”, Raven said as she pulled another cigarette out of her pocket.
“Don’t interrupt me.”
 
At that, Raven nonchalantly waltzed back to the break room, the protests in her stomach already beginning to die down as she did so.
 
It undoubtedly wouldn’t be long before the ex-hero had eaten this place out of business, just as she had with her former superhero team the Teen Titans and every small job she’d managed to keep after their eventual disbandment.
 
Not that Raven cared, of course.