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Sir Pentious felt the sun shine upon him as dawn broke, warm and comforting. He groggily peeked an eye open, spotting his egg bois nestled around his tail. He closed his eyes, getting nice and comfortable. He could get away with a few more hours of sleep. It was still early.
He soon found himself working out the kinks of a laser canon, ensuring it was the perfect amount of deadly.
"Still fiddling with that absurd contraption of yours, I see." Baxter commented.
"It'ssss a laser canon, and yesss, I can't use it if it flickerss in the way it has been!" Pentious retorted, flicking his tongue.
He looked up, and he was alone. No Baxter. No egg bois either. Just him, in his lab, surrounded by his work in progress inventions and blue prints.
"That's weird." He said out loud to himself. He shrugged, supposing they went out somewhere.
He continued to tinker, elbow deep as he…
What was he doing?
The shapes of everything around him fuzzed out, his tools non-specific. His creation like putty being squashed and stretched from behind the refractions of moving water.
A laser!
Everything snapped back into place, Pentious returning to work. Everything looked just about put to rights, he just needed to replace a part. He detached it from the wires it connected to, before slithering off to replace it. He crossed the flat, finding just what he needed and turning just to catch a glimpse at himself in a mirror.
He felt himself double take, backing up to look at himself again. He was… larger. Bulkier. He set his hands on his plush center, feeling as it squished under his fingers. "Oh! Oh my." He vocalized, feeling heat raise to his face as his hood flattened. Sir Pentious thought he should have felt more distressed by this. Perhaps he was a bit uncomfortable but… he couldn't tear his eyes away. His eyes, all of them, were fixed to on his reflection.
He kept his hands against the the fabric of his black and white pinstriped jacket, pulled taught by his sudden girth. He ran his hands up, claws making a satisfying shifting sound as he traced them against the material. He met eyes with himself—black slits in pools of pink—and saw how his face matched. Soft, chubby cheeks, paired with a double chin. He rested a hand on his face, staring…
"Pentious..."
"Pentious!!!!!!!"
Pentious shot up awake, scrambling. "I'm up! I'm up!" He frantically shouted, quickly getting himself dressed. The Eggies hovered around his head, following him as he slithered this way and that. He straightened his bow tie, before answering the door. "Ah, Emily!"
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Emily asked sheepishly.
"Oh, you needn't worry! I intended to wake up eh… earlier than this." Pentious replied, before noticing his hat was askew and correcting it. "What bringss you here, if I make ask?"
"Cherri wanted me to give this to you!" Emily produced a letter, handing it over to him.
Pentious, knowing the likely contents of the note, decided to wait on opening it. "Oh! I'll ehm… I'll save this for later." He said, going to delicately place it on a coffee table. "Is that all?"
"Wellll…"
Sir Pentious knew that wasn't all. She liked inviting him out. This was most likely because he frequently neglected that option if not actively encouraged. He sighed in endeared resignation. "Alright, where are we going today?"
Emily squealed, Sir Pentious promptly being dragged along by her with a yelp.
The day went about as pleasantly and aggressively cheery as Pentious expected. He however only continued to think about that dream. He wasn't sure why it was sticking to him in this particular way. It's not like he had any fear of getting fat. His body kind of just… was. Perhaps a shock when he first woke up in hell, but he had spent decades with it at this point. So he had no reason to have a dream like that, right? No reason besides just his subconscious mind throwing random things together…
…but… he did feel something about it, didn't he? Something more than just processing the absurdity of a dream. Did he… want to get fat?
No, that can't be right, Pentious thought to himself. People didn't fantasize about those sorts of things, did they?
"Pentious?" Emily questioned, Sir Pentious nearly jumping out of his skin.
"Huh??? What what???" He exclaimed, looking around wildly.
"I was just about to get some ice cream. You want some?"
"NO! I mean… Yes? Ah uhm…" Pentious stammered, unsure how to respond to the prospect of… food.
Emily tilted her head. "Are you okay?"
He felt the end of his tail curl in on itself, biting his lip as he considered. He took a breath. "I'm fine, Emily. I guess just a little… indecisive is all."
"Okay, well… if you change your mind…" Emily said, her voice lilting at the end.
"I know, I know, jussst round the corner from here, right?"
As Emily left, Pentious stood on the sidewalk, fidgeting with his hands. He wouldn't be cast back down just for indulging a little, right? And even if he was, would that be so bad? He would see his friends again. He would see Cherri again.
It wouldn't hurt to experiment. Yes, that's what this was. An experiment. He took off, following to where Emily had went.
Sir Pentious entered the ice cream shop, Emily turning to greet him. "Hey! You came!" She cheered. "What do you think you want to get? Chocolate? Strawberry? Cookies and cream?"
Pentious hummed. "I can't really decide…" He considered, then announced with hood flared: "ICE CREAM VENDOR, BRING ME ALL THE FLAVORSSSS!!!!!" He then shrunk, feeling self conscious. "Eh… please." He tacked on, giving them a sheepish smile.
Many scoops were eaten that day, and many times Pentious perhaps realized he was enjoying himself a bit too much. There was no casting down however. No moment of angels grabbing him by the arms and throwing him out the gates. Just him, Emily, and surpluses of ice cream. When he asked for all the flavors, he had not realized they would literally have every ice cream flavor to ever be a soul's favorite. Thank god for snake anatomy, for its ability to stretch was welcomed. He was still starting to feel quite stuffed. So stuffed that his breath came out ragged and heavy. "H… how many of the flavors was that again?"
"About an eighth of them all."
He let out a pathetic moan, planting his face on the table he was sitting at.
"You don't have to finish all of them if you don't want to." Emily pointed out, Pentious feeling a twinge of disappointment at the idea. "I mean, you could always come back."
Pentious kicked himself for not thinking of that sooner. "Yes, I sssuppose that makes sense. It seems my eyes were bigger than my… ssssstomach."
His stomach. Which looked so pleasantly round in his dream. So soft. So full. Like the plushness of a pillow wonderfully feathered. Yes, to be that soft would be nice. He felt like he was losing his mind. People acted as if it was common sense to not want that. That it was some sort of horrible thing that could happen to you. And yet, he wanted it. He wanted it so bad.
His already stuffed insides voiced their detest for his attempts to fatten himself up, him making another pained moan.
"Lets… get you home." Emily announced, seeming a little confused and unsure how to help Pentious in this moment besides bringing him back to the comfort of his own home.
As soon as Pentious got back, the egg bois came fluttering to greet him. Pentious giggled weakly. "Missed you too." He greeted.
After getting settled in, his eyes wandered to the letter on his coffee table. He was curious to see what Miss bomb had sent him, perhaps a little excited too. He knew there was a good chance the contents were… explicit in nature. He picked it up, before going to slither to the bathroom. Pentious locked the door behind him, finally allowing his full undivided attention to be given to Cherri's note. He slipped it out of the envelope, a folded piece of paper which said "for snake eyes only." He felt his heart race. He shivered in anticipation. He bit his lip, taking his thumb and unfolding the piece of paper.
"Oh my!" Pentious exclaimed. His hood flared, his eyes getting as wide as saucer plates. He stared, mouth agape at the depiction of her nude body, in utter awe. This was not the first photo she shared with him, but seeing her never lost the rush Pentious was filled with every time. On the picture just above her shoulder she had written the words "Miss You" in black sharpie, causing a dopey smile to spread across Pentious' face as his tiny wings fluttered. "Oh… Miss Bomb…" He sighed, love struck. Oh, to be blessed to see her. To have the honor of being the one she sent such intimate things to. To not only be allowed to gaze but to have her gaze. It could make one quite giddy at the thought.
He turned his attention to his vent, which (most unbecomingly) had popped itself due to his arousal. With his genitals now erect and touching light, he knew what his body ached for. He had grown accustomed how in hell it was fairly normal to "take care of one's business", But Heaven was… new territory. In hell anything goes. In hell you could walk down the street and see four people having sex with each other on the asphalt and the most people would do was roll their eyes. Here he hadn't heard it mentioned once. Why would it be? This was the good place. The clean place. The place where everything was perfect and pristine and holy and oh dear god what was he doing here?
He was frankly a terrible choice to be the first sinner redeemed. Well, no, that was easily debatable, but in this moment, feeling as though he had committed at least two deadly sins today, he believed it.
Despite his shame, his hand would still trail down to near the end of his tail, grabbing hold of one phallus out of the two and rubbing. He curled his tail, positioning it the best he could to have the least awkward time trying to get off. He let out soft whimpers, stimulating himself further. One hand on his cock, the other still holding the picture. He suffered the throbbing, only having so many hands. He just needed to be patient. Get the first one done, then the other. Oh god he couldn't take it for much longer. He slammed the picture down on the bathroom counter, before leaning against his shoulder onto the edge of it. With both hands free, he could finally take care of himself properly. Pentious only continued to whimper, gradually going faster and faster until he gagged out a moan, ejaculating across the bathroom floor.
Shame and regret washed over him. He had made a mess.
Rummaging through the cabinet under the sink, he got out cleaning supplies. It didn't take him long to clean. Just a moment, really. When he finished, he hopped into the shower. He was unclean, after all. He scrubbed against his scales, washing roughly and thoroughly. Perhaps excessively. He noted the slight bulging of his stomach as he brushed his hands over it. A reminder of the stunt he pulled earlier. It was… nice. Pleasant.
That was the the problem. He liked it. He was likely going to continue to like it. Could he get away with doing it? Or would it be obvious? He didn't mind the idea of people noticing his body. That thought actually sent a rush up his spine.
"…"
Pentious started scrubbing more vigorously. In his haste he got soap in his chest eye. "Ow! Shit." He exclaimed, hissing as he blinked that eye profusely. He scrambled to rinse it out, before grabbing the edge of the nearest towel and dabbing it against his poor eye.
Once he was sufficiently clean-feeling, Pentious got out of the shower, and changed into some pajamas. He then went to his desk, getting out a pen and paper.
My Dearest, Miss Bomb,
I'm sure you will be happy to know that I have received your message. As always you are enchanting. How are things at the hotel? I do hope good. I miss you, and hope to see you soon.
—Sir Pentious
Now, just to get the note to Emily.