Satanic Panic #26😈
You work at an office of monsters and beasts of all kinds, but you're the diversity hire, the only human who works there, and as the boss's assistant at that. Some of your coworkers have threatened to eat you, but you know they're bluffing, no one pisses off the boss, the giant demon who formed the company was feared and respected by all of his employees. So when company dinners and pre-paid lunches inevitably soften you up, you think it's very possible that the boss will gulp you down himself and hire another human to take your place. This line of thinking leads you to finding a witch who does reformations, just in case you become brunch.
And you do try, briefly, to resist the free snacks in the break room and the complimentary donuts at meetings, but your resolve breaks and you figure with reformations in place you don't really need to fear being eaten anyways. Soon you've ballooned and need a whole new wardrobe, and your coworkers eye you up even more than before, the way your muffin top hangs over your belt, the way you jiggle going up the stairs, you can tell that you're tormenting them with how delicious you look, and having that kind of effect on them turns you on.
So when you get called into a one on one meeting with your boss, you think you know what to expect. The large office is beautifully decorated with art and differing seating, even a large hammock hanging from the rafters that you know your boss quite enjoys reading in, though you always found it amazing that any hammock was strong enough to hold such a monster. The giant demon you work for sat behind the large desk watches as you plop your wide ass into a chair and explains that your role within the company is being changed.
'This is it.' you think, 'He's gonna eat me.'
Feigning ignorance, you ask what that'll entail, thinking he'll surely tell you your new role will be lunch.
When he pulls you over to him you still aren't surprised, wondering if your fat form will give him heartburn and instantly getting horny at the thought. You are surprised when he doesn't eat you, instead splaying you on his desk, tearing off your clothes and tormenting your cunt with his hot forked tongue. Completely caught off guard and already so wet, it isn't long before you cum and as your boss scoops you up you again assume he's going to swallow you.
Instead your back is pressed against his chest, your legs are spread and you're lowered slowly onto his huge cock, forced to slide down further and further as it stretches you so wide. It's so big, proportional to the massive demon it belongs to, your cunt twitches around it as you feel it pushing deeper inside of you, you can see and feel the tip pressing against your insides as you finally fully sheath him.
He studies you as you pant and whimper, unable to form words at the feeling of being so stretched. He rubbed your clit and directed you to rub at his fat tip through your flab, before explaining that it was becoming too risky to let you continue to waddle about the company unclaimed, and that your corpulence was a distraction to the other employees.
With no further explanation than that, he began bouncing you mercilessly on his pulsing cock, grunting as you jiggled in his grasp, and all you could do was moan and cum over and over. In your dick dumb state you had no thoughts and no fears as you were pounded into. When he finally released inside of your aching pussy, you watched as your belly began to swell wider and rounder, sloshing loudly. It kept coming like a hose, your cunt milking out all the seed until there was nothing left. Your belly was the size of a yoga ball, tightly stretched around the huge load that had been packed in, and when your boss finally pulled his now flaccid dick out, he quickly grabbed a fat plug from a drawer in his desk and plugged you, before carrying you over to his hammock.
Completely engorged with seed and still riding the high of your multiple orgasms, you were panting and pliant as he cut his finger and painted a sigil around your bellybutton, your entire body soon engulfed in heat as two small nubby horns sprouted on your head and your breasts swelled with milk, which trickled from your tender nipples and down your round body. Your new role within the company was expansion, you would stay with your boss and grow him as many hell spawn as he wanted to pack into your fertile body. Now that you were properly claimed, no one would dare to even look at you, let alone try gobbling you down. Your fat form now existed solely for his pleasure.
He promised to take good care of you as his breeder, planning to make you cum whenever you wanted, milk you regularly, and feed you enough to grow massive healthy spawn, so much that you wouldn't be waddling anywhere, as this would be the best punishment for such a gluttonous human, who dared to grow so fat in a building full of monsters.