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Demon Chapter 6

I hope you like it! I own nothing. Do you like the duel POV? The demon language is translated from Gujarati.

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Bruce’s POV

Bruce woke up as he felt the bed tilt. He slightly opened his eyes to see the barbed part of his demon son’s tail flicking. He watched as the small demon slowly moved on all fours to the window box. The demon paused to look down at his stomach, as if calculating the angle and force he would need to jump with to get his weighty, globular belly onto the large window shelf. A few seconds later he jumped onto the shelf then used his clawed hands to open the thick, red curtains. He practically melted as he lied down on his side, Bruce could see his glowing red eyes reflect the bright light of the full moon, before he turned onto his back, put his hands on his bloated stomach, and let out a content sigh as he fell asleep. Bruce smiled as he grabbed a pillow and a thin blanket as he got up. He stealthily walked over to the window shelf and laid the thin blanket over his son’s legs and slid the pillow under Dick’s head. He kissed the demon’s forehead then went back to bed.

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NoapteAripa’s POV

The moon was calling and the Stirring was trying to gain control. It was his turn. The Stirring had suppressed him for too long, now was his time. It would not oppress him yet, like it always did. He got on all fours and slid off of the bed. He flicked his tail and slinked over to the window shelf. The moon was calling to him and it was on the other side of the thick cloth. How much harder would he have to jump to get his new weight onto the shelf? Looking at his puffed up abdomen he made the guess and jumped. Thankfully he made it up, and without disturbing his bulky tummy. He pulled the curtains open and felt the moonlight relax him. He lied down on his side before turning on his back, feeling the bright moonlight soothe and ease his laboring, distended, plump belly. Sleep quickly took his consciousness.

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Bruce’s POV

A loud hiss and the sound of scrambling claws hitting wood is what woke Bruce the second time. He looked to where the sounds had stopped and saw an incredibly less bloated demon crouched in a dark corner and glaring towards the window. Bruce turned to where Dick was looking and saw a sliver of sunlight on the window shelf. He got up and walked over to pull the thin, sheer curtains closed to dull the light to a moderate level for the little demon. Dick moved and slid under the bed where it was dark and shadowy before scratching at the scabbed over gashes on his belly. Bruce lay down on his stomach and looked at Dick. Glowing crimson eyes stared back. The demon brought his hands up and began drawing in the air. The characters he was drawing were not any letters of any language he knew.

Richard hit his head on the bed as someone loudly knocked on the door. “Grsrsrsr.” The little demon let out a mix between a hiss and a growl as he clutched his head in pain. Bruce got up as Alfred came in carrying a full tray and walked over as he set it down on the small cherry-wood table in the carpeted part of the room. “I believed it was time for both of you to eat. Master Richard will soon need nourishment, whether he is gorged and satiated or not.” Alfred walked back out of the door to go Alfreding, or whatever it was Alfreds do.

Dick crawled out from the dark shadows of under the bed and crept over to the table. Bruce took the lid off of the silver tray to reveal a large piece of salmon, a small salad, a large glass of water, a raw, bloody steak and a medium lidded opaque Tupperware container. Richard hopped onto the chair opposite Bruce and grabbed the meat, still crouched on his clawed feet. He tore into the steak with long fangs. “Mmmmm.” Robin made feral, delighted sounds as he wolfed down the beef, glutting his thinner body. Bruce couldn’t help but amusedly laugh as Dick avariciously tried to open the Tupperware contained, only for his long claws to obstruct his attempt to pry the lid off. He held his hand out and the young demon grumpily handed it over. Bruce effortlessly unsealed the container, caught a glimpse of blood, and had the container snatched from his hands. Dick gluttonously gulped down the full container of blood before letting out a vociferous burp. He hopped off of the chair and curled up, in the silhouette of the table, on the plush, ornate carpet before, once again, itching at the healing slashes. Bruce smacked his hands then let out an amused chuckle at the pet-like action as his son put his head down on one of his arms. He cut into his salmon and began to eat his own food.

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NoapteAripa’s POV

He woke with a hiss as the intense light shined on him, making his purple skin tingle and prickle. He scrambled away from the uncomfortable, itching sunlight, going to a dark corner of the room. The large human sat up and looked at him before looking at the shelf he had previously occupied. It got up and pulled a thin, gossamer cloth over the window, dimming but not extinguishing the light. He wanted the dark; the dark was his friend; his life; his vital essence. The small space between the bed and the floor was filled with shadows so that is where he went. Thanks to the empowering ability of the moon reacting with his paranormal demon core, his previously ballooned belly had shrunk to a manageable, smaller, comfortable size that could fit in the small gloomy space. He scratched at the itching slices in his abdomen. The human laid down on his stomach, but Dick was getting hungry and drew હું તમને સમજી શક્યા નથી. હું ભૂખ્યા રહ્યું છે (I do not understand you. I am getting hungry) into the air in front of him. It was the language on his people, the cysgod cythraul (shadow demons). The human looked at him, puzzled by his writing. He sometimes hated that so few humans understood it. Iaith chythraul cysgod (shadow demon language) was much more comforting and made him feel safe and protected.

A loud knocking made him jump. He let out a mix between a growl and a hiss as his head smashed into the bed frame. The human got up and walked over to the table as the old human walked over. The pungent smell of blood enticed him to leave his dark sanctuary. He crept over to the table and jumped onto the chair, staying crouched on his haunches. The blood-covered steak lured him to scoff down the gory meat then open the blood-filled container. He wrestled with the lid but his claws hindered his fingers fumbling attempt to open it. The human held out its hand and he grudgingly handed it over. The human opened it and the strong scent of blood seduced him to grab the container out of the human’s hand. He guzzled down the blood, dissappointed that it was pig’s blood, but his selfish thirst made him indifferent. Once his craving was satiated he leisurely slid off the chair, scrathed at the cuts until the human slapped his hands, and then, satisfied, cozily curled up feeling completely at ease. From his spot on the soft carpet, he silihouette of the table felt secure and relaxing with the large human close nearby. He lied his head on his arms until he felt his stomach bubble, groan, and rumble. He pleasuredly laid on his back and began to enjoyably massage his still swollen belly. He blissfully worked and kneaded the bubbles out of his enlarged tummy. “Moooaaannnn” He moaned in elation as he calmed his fizzing abdomen, beginning to doze off.

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Bruce’s POV

Grrrrr. Gurgle. Mooaann. “Mmmm. Urrrpp. Mewl.” Bruce worriedly looked under the table, fearing another bellyache beginning, only to see Richard contentedly smiling, laying on his back and rubbing his less distended, but still swollen belly. Though it had obviously greatly shrunken overnight, it was still large enough that it would still unpleasantly press against his Robin uniform. Growwwlll. “Moooaaaannnn” He moaned in pleasure as his kneading and massaging caused a blissful ecstasy. Bruce rolled his eyes at the childlike actions and noises and went back to eating.

“Sir? Mister Kent has been calling for you since yesterday. He demands to speak with you on League business.” Alfred said.

“Thank you Alfred, I will be with him in a minute.” Bruce said, finishing up his lunch and folding his napkin.

As they walked down to the batcave Alfred commented “Master Dick seems to be much more comfortable than earlier.” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “He was asleep at your feet, Master Bruce.” Bruce walked into the cave, quickly changed into the batsuit, and walked to the monitor.

“Clark.” Batman growled.

“Bruce. We need you for an off-world mission. Khunds are rebelling. It should only take about two days.” Superman said.

“Alfred is going on vacation and I don’t want to leave Dick alone. He is not feeling well.” Bruce lied.

“Drop him off with the team. Wally will take care of him. You know those two are like brothers.”

Bruce thought about it. Zatanna did seem to know more about the demon side of Dick than he did. “Fine.” He hung up.

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NoapteAripa’s POV

He woke up to find the large human gone. The safe feeling he got with the human was gone as he was alone in the grand, forlorn room. He went to the door, grabbed the handle, and twisted it. He began to walk through the door when his arm was yanked back. After walking back into the room he saw his claws stuck, hooked in the thick wooden door. He struggled to unhook his claws but found he couldn’t. He sat down next to the doors and resolved to wait for the human to return, beginning to rub and pick at the scabs.

Of course when the human did return, he hit Dick with the door. “YELP!! Grrrr.” The young demon got up and walked closer to the wall as the door was slowly pushed open. The, now weirdly dressed, large human poked his head around the door, saw Dick’s predicament, and laughed. “Grrrrrrr.” Dick growled at him. Large hands grabbed onto the tips of his fingers and painstakingly worked and wiggled each finger until it came free from the thick wood. Noapte flexed his fingers, getting the stiffness out of them. He got back on all fours and looked curiously up at the hulking human. The human gestured for Noapte to follow him as he walked out of the room, down the stairs, and into the batcave. He-“it” Noapte reminded himself- opened a case that had the, previously, painfully tight uniform in it and took the pieces out. It handed them to Dick who looked at them puzzled. Bruce helped him put on the Robin uniform, which Richard unenthusiastically complied to until Bruce tried to buckle the uncomfortably constricting tunic. Noapte snarled, wriggled, and tried to nick the human’s arm as it tried to force his still slightly swollen belly into a smaller, slightly squashing space. After three painful squeezes the shirt was on, but Noapte was still trying to open the awkwardly cramped tunic to scratch at the wounds.

The human, once again, slapped his hands away. “Whiiiinnnnne” Noapte whined as it was clear that the father-like human was not planning on letting him relieve his unpleasantly confined tummy. He followed the human as it lead him to a large machine and tugged him into it as a bright light flashed and a loud voice spoke gibberish.

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Bruce’s POV

As soon as Bruce finished eating he went back upstairs, hoping that Dick hadn’t woken yet. He opened the door, only for it to hit something that let out a loud yelp and a growl. Bruce slowly opened the door then poked his head around it to see Dick with his claws stuck in the door in a ring around the doorknob. He couldn’t help but laugh until his son growled, then he grabbed Dick’s fingers near the claws and began to meticulously work the long claws out of the expensive wood. Once the claws were free Dick stretched and bent his slender fingers to remove the soreness. Bruce motioned for Dick to follow him and brought him to the batcave to get him dressed and to Mount Justice. Removing his son’s Robin uniform from its case, he turned and gave it to Richard. The little demon tilted his head in an adorably perplexed manner. Sighing, he helped his ward into the uniform. Thankfully Dick was hesitantly compliant until they got to the tunic. Bruce had to condense the still fairly distended stomach into smaller confines to buckle the clasps. Dick snarled and tried to graze his arms with the sharp claws. It took three straining compresses around the fidgeting demon, but all the clips were fastened.

Bruce pulled his cowl over his face, slapped Richard’s hands from unclasping the buckles on his tunic and lead him to the zeta before the white light consumed them.

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NoapteAripa’s POV

The light died down and they were in a different place. The walls were made of dirt, but it had metal machines in it. It was weird. Noapte squirmed in the constricting uniform before slowly shifting his hands to the buckles on the tunic. The large human let out a frustrated sound and smacked his hands away. He whined and fidgeted in place, keeping his hands at his sides. Suddenly he heard a gust of wind and a smaller human was standing right in front of him. He let out a surprised yowl and hid behind the brawny human. He heard the two humans talking then more of them came in. Noapte smelled a familiar scent and poked his head around his guardian. He recognized a black haired girl. It was her! What was her name… Zatanna, that was it! He sprinted over to her on all fours then did the human thing… what was it called… a hug.

She started in surprise then let out a laugh. “Noapte Aripa.” He liked the sound of his name, but her and her father were the only ones that could pronounce it. She signed હાય, તમે કેવી રીતે કરવામાં આવી છે? (Hi, how have you been?). He responded હાય, ઠીક છે. ખરેખર, ખરેખર પર થોડા સન્સ પહેલા ખાધો, આ વિશાળ માનવ મને સમજી શકતા નથી, ઝડપી એક મને નર્વસ બનાવે છે, હું આ લોકો નથી જાણતા નથી અને આ ઉપવસ્ત્ર પીડાદાયક મારા પેટમાં મર્યાદિત છે. મોટા માનવ ન દો કરશે મને તિરસ્કૃત વસ્તુ પૂર્વવત્ કરો. તમે કેવી રીતે રહી છે? (Hi, okay. Really, really over ate a few suns ago, this large human cannot understand me, the fast one makes me nervous, I do not know these people, and this tunic is uncomfortably restricting my stomach. The large human will not let me undo the damned thing. How have you been?). The large human began to speak to Zatanna in the odd vocal language of the humans. After a few minutes the young humans began to walk back into the mountain, including Zatanna. He followed her, but turned back to the large human. Why wasn’t he coming? He motioned for Nopate to go with the young ones. Was he not coming back? Noapte ran back and hugged the large human, not letting go. He felt tender hands gently pry him off of his large protector. Zatanna turned him around and signed તે ઠીક છે. તેણે પાછા હશે, તે માત્ર થોડા સમય માટે જાઓ છે. તેણે પાછા હશે, હું વચન. (It’s okay. He will be back, he just has to go for a while. He will be back, I promise.). Noapte whimpered but allowed her to lead him away, though he kept looking back until his keeper was out of sight.

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Bruce’s POV

Dick looked around Mount Justice before, again, reaching to unbuckle the clasps on his shirt. Bruce sighed and lightly slapped his hands away, earning him whine. Kid Flash suddenly appeared in front of them. Robin yowled and hid behind him. “Whoa, dude, what’s wrong?” Kid Flash asked.

“He’s not exactly himself. The demon side of him has its own personality and has been in control of his body since yesterday. He’s… more feral, but he still has some of the same qualities. I don’t think he understands English though. I need the team to look after him for a few days. Superman needs me for a mission since he is too incompetent to do it himself. Robin might pin you and nip at your throats, but he probably won’t hurt you.”

“The uniform looks a bit tighter than it did before.” Wally commented.

“It is. He overate a bit so his stomach will be a bit sensitive.” Batman said before the rest of the team came in. Suddenly Dick shot out from behind Batman, ran on all fours over to Zatanna, then hugged her. Zatanna jerked in surprise before laughing and saying “Noapte Aripa” and made weird hand symbols that Robin signed back to. “Zatanna, is that a language?” Batman asked.

“Yeah. It’s the demon language but they can’t speak on this plane so they draw the glyphs. I have a book I can copy for you. He overeat a bit?” Zatanna raised an eyebrow.

“I do want the book and yes, quite a bit. Don’t let him take the shirt off. He sliced his stomach open and I don’t want him reopening the wounds. I trust that you can look after him for a few days while I am off world?”

“Of course. I mentioned before that my dad was the last person to make the glamour charm for him, but what I didn’t say was that he was also the first. Me and Noapte, that’s Robin’s demon name, grew up together, and yes, I know his eating habits” she gave Batman a pointed look. “We’re like siblings, with him as the little brother since he hasn’t been on this plane as long. It seemed like romance because he acted all awkward the first day to let me know he knew it was me but that you all didn’t know about the demon side of him. Now, go on. We’ll look after him.” Batman nodded and the team began to walk back to the living room.

Dick suddenly turned around and, running back, hugged Batman. Zatanna walked back to and pried Robin off of him before writing more glyphs. Robin whimpered as Zatanna lead him off, but he kept looking back until they turned a corner. Batman left for the Watchtower.

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NoapteAripa’s POV

Zatanna lead Noapte through the tower and into the living room. Suddenly Noapte’s belly let out a loud growl. બ્લડ અને ટુકડો? (Blood and steak?). He signed. Zatanna signed back તમે સંપૂર્ણ નથી? (Aren’t you full?). He shook his head. ખરેખર તરસ્યું અને ભૂખ્યું (Really thirsty and hungry.) Zatanna said something to the fast human and then lead him into the kitchen. From a large white box she pulled raw, bloody steaks that made his mouth water. He walked over, keening and mewling. She laughed and put them on a plate before putting them on the table. After jumping onto a chair, he devoured the steaks. As he licked the blood off of his fingers, he smelled blood; human blood. He looked up to see the fast human handing Zatanna a bag of blood. Rushing over, he snatched it, poked his fangs through the thin plastic and sucked it dry. More. He wanted more. He let out a begging noise as he looked up at Zatanna. She shook her head no. He let out a forceful breath and whined before walking back into the living room. His stomach began to grumble and complain again, so he jumped up on the back of the couch, then purposefully fell off onto the main part of the, thankfully unoccupied, couch. Zatanna laughed and sat down next to the couch. Noapte tried to unbuckle the restricting shirt, only for Zatanna to hit his hands away. He whined and she drew તે તમને ન માંગતા નથી. તમે સ્ક્રેચમુદ્દે અંતે બનાવ્યો પડશે. આ માત્ર માર્ગ મેં શકે તો તમે તેને પૂર્વવત્ છે જો હું તમને હાથકડી પહેરાવવી. (He doesn't want you to. You'll pick at the scratches. The only way I can let you undo it is if I handcuff you). He respondedતે કરું છું. તમે મારા પેટ સાફ કરવું ખૂબ શકે? તે હર્ટ્સ છે અને પ્રકારની અપસેટ થયો હતો. (Do it. Can you rub my stomach too? It hurts and is kind of upset.). Zatanna nodded. She cast a spell that formed the handcuffs then unbuckled his uniform, letting his bulging abdomen relax, and afterward she began to soothingly work and knead the swollen globe. She smirked as he calmed down, and then frowned at the long scratches. One of the other humans put in a movie, Zatanna re-buckled his shirt, and everyone was quickly asleep.

Except Noapte that is. His mind was whirring with worry What if he doesn’t come back? What if he abandons me? God the hunger is getting worse. What if he turns out like my demon parents? What if he doesn’t come back? What would I do? Forget this, I need blood. He twisted the shadows around the handcuffs and phased his wrists through them. Closing his eyes, he opened all of his senses to find the nearest source of lifeless blood. Finding it, he stealthily took off towards the room. He walked in and locked the door behind him. Looking around he absently noticed he was in a hospital as he walked towards the blood, thrust his hands through the glass doors of the cabinet to the wall full of hanging blood, then began to gorge himself on the crimson life-giving liquid.

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Zatanna’s POV

Zatanna pulled Noapte along to the living room, knowing he was reluctant to leave Batman’s side. Suddenly Noapte’s belly let out a loud growl. બ્લડ અને ટુકડો? (Blood and steak?) Robin signed. She signed back તમે સંપૂર્ણ નથી? (Aren’t you full?). Noapte shook his head. ખરેખર તરસ્યું અને ભૂખ્યું (Really thirsty and hungry.) “Wally, can you go to the infirmary and get a blood bag? He’s thirsty.” Wally nodded and jogged off. She led Robin into the kitchen and pulled a raw steak out of the refrigerator. Noapte walked over to her, keening and mewling which caused her to laugh at the childish action. She put the steaks on a plate and set them on the table. Wally came in with a blood bag a few seconds later. “Thanks Wally.”

“No problem” he said, handing it to her. A purple hand suddenly grabbed it out of her hand and Noapte drank it all in a few seconds. Zatanna couldn’t help but notice that the Robin uniform seemed even tighter on him now. He let out a feral begging noise, but she shook her head no. If he had much more he would painfully bloat himself again. Robin whined and let out a forceful breath before he went back into the living room and jumped over the back of the couch. She laughed, amused, and sat down next to the couch. Noapte tried to unbuckle the shirt, but Zatanna hit his hands away. Batman would not be happy if she let him. He whined and she drew તે તમને ન માંગતા નથી. તમે સ્ક્રેચમુદ્દે અંતે બનાવ્યો પડશે. આ માત્ર માર્ગ મેં શકે તો તમે તેને પૂર્વવત્ છે જો હું તમને હાથકડી પહેરાવવી. (He doesn't want you to. You'll pick at the scratches. The only way I can let you undo it is if I handcuff you). તે કરું છું. તમે મારા પેટ સાફ કરવું ખૂબ શકે? તે હર્ટ્સ છે અને પ્રકારની અપસેટ થયો હતો. (Do it. Can you rub my stomach too? It hurts and is kind of upset.). Zatanna nodded, surprised. She cast a spell “Mrof sffucdnah no sih stsirw ot pots sih sdnah morf gnivom ro gnisahp tuo fo meht” that formed the enchanted handcuffs then unbuckled his uniform, letting his swollen belly relax, and afterward she began to firmly but gently manipulate the puffy orb. She smirked as he calmed down, and then she frowned at the long scratches he had left on his stomach. A small smile came back when he didn’t seem to notice as he let out pleasured, animalistic noises and blissful burps. Artemis put in the movie Mulan, Zatanna worked and re-buckled Robin’s shirt and she fell asleep before the movie was half over.

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NoapteAripa’s POV

He was greedily drowning himself on blood and grief as he reached for then drained his fifth bag of scarlet juice; not caring that each bag had a gallon of blood and he had already drank five bags of the filling liquid in less than five minutes. He could see (and feel) that he was already past full and was beginning to considerably bloat himself, but didn’t stop. Grieved, and not in control of himself, tears slowly began to fall down his flushed raspberry face as the bloated, buzzed, tipsy sensations started. He grabbed another bag.

After ten bags his previously thinning tummy was plumper and redder than it had been the first time he had binged a few days before. He was beginning to struggle to breathe as his suffocating uniform stretched and strained to restrictingly encircle his oppressed, crowded, ballooning blimp which was still bloating against it with every engluttoning gulp. He was also beginning to agonizingly hiccup from the intoxicating amount of blood he had drunk. Each hiccup excruciatingly pushed his rock-like, tight, bloated, firm, swollen belly further into his repressive tunic, belt, and pants. In between the buckles of his shirt, his stout, rotund, crushed stomach tried to escape, only for the painfully durable clasps to hold firm. His pants buckle was straining as his tight, swelling, crammed abdomen pressed against it. The belt fastening was toiling to stay buckled and not rip open even as his globular, cramped blimp bulged up around it, engulfing it as it agonizingly divided the hulking orb. His stomach was fit to burst even as he jammed more blood down his throat and into his overloaded, compressed belly. Tears were flowing more frequently down his flushed face, but he wiped them away before, standing on his toes and achingly stretching his overstuffed gut, he reached for another bag to excruciatingly pack into his overindulged, unwieldy, blimped out, weighty globe.

It wasn’t until his twentieth bilging bag of blood that his trembling legs gave out as his inebriated, gluttonous weight became too much for his quivering, exhausted, lean legs to support. A loud crack and a sharp pain in his tail nearly woke him from his groggy, tanked, boozed trance, but he ignored it. He wastedly slumped back against the broken glass; limbs sprawled drunkenly, and buzzedly reached for another container to add to his smashed weight gain. He had to keep his legs spread so that hid crushed belly wouldn’t sadistically press its burdensome weight on his shaking, exhausted legs. His corpulent, overstuffed stomach was enormously ballooned and completely raspberry colored as he engorged himself with another bag. After drinking so much he was utterly smashed and obese. He had already glutted himself, namely his bilged paunch, with more blood than twenty human bodies contained in his miserable condition, which was more than enough for his complaining stomach to lose any purple tinge. The buckles on his suffocating tunic had burst during a hiccup right after the twelfth gallon, his constricting pants buckle fractured when he was gorging himself on the thirteenth gallon, and his obstructing belt exploded open during his glutting of the fifteenth gallon, when he had been about to claw it off for being so painful and squashing his overstuffed belly into two horridly bloated parts. His stomach was hideously distended and tears now flowed freely down his face- both from the physical pain of overindulging himself so much and from the raw depressed feelings- before burning through the empty bags strewn chaotically around him. He was still hiccupping and every hiccup made his bloated stomach bulge and push against his stretched skin. More. More will make it go away. He’s not coming back. He left. He abandoned me. I thought I could trust him. What if he doesn’t come back? He grabbed three bags and utterly consumed all of the blood from them, further bilging his overstuffed, protesting tummy. A loud knocking echoed throughout the room, but Noapte ignored it in his depressed, binging state and, intoxicated from the cumbersome amount of blood he had guzzled down, sloppily grabbed another bag and absolutely downed the bag in a few very tipsy gulps. Blood was splattered on his shirt and massive, fleshy belly. Each breath hurt and made him feel sick as his horridly distended, tight belly inflated, expanding past its ability to stretch and bobbed with each painful breath. Feeling flat out boozed he sloppily grasped for another bag. His overstuffed body was drunkenly swaying even though he was slumped sitting down and it took a few clumsy tries to seize a bag. Why was he so nice if he was just going to leave? What did I do wrong? He was halfway done with another when the door went flying to the other side of the room but he just sloppily purged the bag of blood, feeling drunk, smashed, dejected, pained, forsaken, bloated, heartbroken, and sloshed as a boozer, before intoxicated-ly reaching for another few bags.

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Zatanna’s POV

Zatanna woke when Superboy yelled “He’s gone!”

She immediately looked on the couch and was filled with anxiety. “Shit! Superboy listen for him, we have to find him now!”

“I’m sure he won’t hurt anyone.” M’gann said, trying to comfort the distressed girl.

“You don’t understand! Me and Dad were never able to figure out why, but he has abandonment issues and probably feels like Batman left him for good, and he drinks when he’s upset! Like drinks a freaking lot! Do you have any idea how much blood we keep in the mountain? A damn lot and if he gets access to it… Come on!” She ran to the infirmary with the team following. “Superboy?” she asked.

“He… doesn’t sound too good. His stomach is loudly, violently protesting and really, really upset, I hear sizzling, and I can hear him whimpering, moaning, hiccupping, burping, and groaning. Frankly he sounds juiced, overfed, and drunk. I doubt he could stand up with how liquored up he is.”

“Noapte! Noapte! Calm down! He’s coming back! Open up, please Noapte!” She knocked loudly but got no response. “What do you see with the infrared vision?”

Superboy squinted then paled. “He doesn’t look good at all; looks completely smashed and intoxicated. He’s sitting in front of the blood bags and leaning against the closet, he has a bunch of something lying around him, he just got done drinking one blood bag and is getting another, and he’s… honestly he’s really bloated and rotund. I really don’t think he could stand up if he wanted to and wasn’t so wasted …”

Zatanna paled. “Can you break down the door without hitting him?” she asked, desperately. Superboy nodded and rammed into the door, sending it flying across the room. The team stared at the sloshed, corpulent demon, who was covered in spatters of blood, as he sloppily tossed the bag he had just finished on the floor before drunkenly reaching for another. Zatanna rushed forward and pulled his arm down. She turned his head toward her and cast a spell on herself before wiping away the tears from his eyes. She managed to turn him and lay his shoulders, head, and chest on her legs and she hugged his upper body. A soft, gentle voice began to sing a foreign lullaby and she tenderly stroked and caressed his tight, distended belly. Robin just stared at the wall, hiccupping, until Zatanna finished singing then looked into her worried eyes. He clumsily, boozedly signed તેણે પાછા ન આવે તે શું છે? મારા માતા - પિતા રાક્ષસ જેવી જ છે ... તેમણે વચન આપ્યું હતું કે તેણે પાછા આવવું છો પરંતુ તે નથી. તે મને એક પ્રકાશ માં બર્ન કરવા માટે રજા, જેમ તેઓ પડશે (He's not coming back is he? It's just like my demon parents... He promised he'd come back but he won't. He'll leave me to burn in the light, just like they did.) She was horrified at the revelation. Light does excruciatingly burn young demons to death, so for Noapte’s parents to leave him in the sun… It would’ve been the worst betrayal. No wonder he went through the portal to this plane. ના, ના, ના, ના. તેણે પાછા આવી રહ્યું છે. તે તમને, તો તમે દરેક ભાગ પસંદ છે. તે તમને તરીકે ખૂબ તરીકે Graysons કર્યું પસંદ છે. તેણે પાછા આવી રહ્યું છે. તે તમને છોડી અથવા તમે ખોટે રસ્તે દોરવું પડશે (No, no, no, no. He is coming back. He loves you, every part of you. He loves you as much as the Graysons did. He is coming back. He won't leave you or betray you.) He tipsily wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her down into a hug. Once he broke away she asked “Superboy, could you carefully carry him gently into his room and put him on the bed?” Superboy nodded and slid his arms under Robin’s knees and back before lifting. Robin began to groan before he passed out, brimful stomach still violently churning, bubbling, and complaining about its englutted, plump, engorged, overfed, stuffed status.

“Dude, how can he gain that much weight in such a small time? He looks like he ate like most of his body weight!” Wally asked.

“He probably did gain 3/4s of his weight. His demon anatomy or physiology or whatever lets him be able to do that. It’s still not healthy, but it isn’t the first time he’s done it; just the worst. Usually me, Dad, or his parents were able to catch him before he got anywhere near this extent.” They reached Robin’s door and Zatanna punched in the code. She pulled the blankets down so that Superboy could lay Robin down on the creaking bed then she pulled the blankets free of the bottom of the bed and up to the bottom of the fleshy orb. She then noticed his broken tail and said “Tes sih liat kcab ot lamron” and his tail set itself. She pulled a splint, gauze, and tape out from under Robin’s bed and wrapped his tail. After sitting back on the bed Zatanna slid her hands across the inhumanly swollen, tight, super-engorged, overfilled globe and began to tenderly caress, knead, smooth and fondle it. Even in the food/drink coma Noapte moaned, keened, growled, whimpered, whined, groaned, and burped as Zatanna goaded the many crowding bubbles in his crammed, sloshing, groaning, gurgling, bubbling, moaning, growling, and quaking belly.

“You seem like you’ve done this before.” Conner said.

Zatanna gave a small, wry smile and said “I have. As I said, we grew up together and when he first came to this plane he couldn’t stay in the sunlight for any more than an hour before he would have to be inside for four hours. Well his parents were usually the people to hand out the flyers for the… place we lived… so he would stay with me and Dad all day. He would always get depressed and if we left him alone, he would start glutting himself with the blood we kept for when Dad came back from a League mission because, like superpowers, demon cravings and powers are run by emotions. He was scared that his parents weren’t going to come back, so he got upset and gorged himself on blood bags until it gave him a horrible bellyache. His mom taught me that a gentle belly rub/massage in a dark, cold room with a warm blanket on him helps him a lot when he gets a stomachache; as for headaches, ice on his forehead and a heating pad under his head. Silence, a little bit of warm blood, and chicken noodle soup usually helps too. Dad and I were able to figure out that he is actually a demon hybrid. He is a mix between a cysgod (shadow) demon, tân (fire) demon, lleuad (moon) demon, and an iâ (ice) demon so hot, dark, and cold together feels good to him.”

Wally zipped out of the room only to come back a few seconds later with a heating pad, ice packs, and turned off the lights. He stumbled over to the bed and put the heating pad over Robin’s brimming, distended stomach and the wedged the ice packs under the fleshy Robin before sitting down by his head and combing his fingers through his little brother’s sweaty hair. M’gann used her powers to move all of the air conditioned air into Robin’s room, making the room bitterly cold. Artemis went to make a small amount of chicken noodle soup. Superboy held onto one of his hands and lightly rubbed the side of Robin’s packed, immense blimp that Zatanna couldn’t reach from the side of him she was on. Robin kept making pained, feral noises and let out reverberating belches as the kneading, rubbing, working, and rubdown of his stomach moved around the massive amount of blood and air bubbles that were teeming in the swollen orb. Artemis came back in with the cup of soup and tapped Zatanna on the shoulder. Zatanna nodded and, gently shaking Robin said “Noapte. Noapte. Wake up, we have soup. Noapte, haide, trezește-te. Artemis a făcut de pui supă cu tăiței.” (Come on, wake up. Artemis made chicken noodle soup.) The young demon groggily opened his glazed over eyes as Zatanna took the thermos from Artemis and held it to his lips. Noapte took a few slow, small sips, packing a bit more into his incredibly painfully tight stomach, before his stuffed belly let out a violent, boisterous, quaking complaint. Noapte whimpered and tried to reach his hands around his bulky abdomen, only to find that it was too distended for his arms to be able to encircle it. He looked at the bulging blimp with disgust, then flinched when Wally stroked his hair again. Noapte tilted his head to look at the redhead. He nestled his head into the speedster’s lap before falling into a deep slumber, lulled by the dark, cold, hot, comforting massaging of his puffy, overfed, cramped, balloned sphere, and the calming stroking of his clammy hair.

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Poor Robby, why do I enjoy torturing you? I hope you liked it. Please review!!!!!!

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