Fat Animated Women X Male Reader

Fat Bird (Stella from Helluva Boss)

Stella x Reader

Art by Mizz-Britt

The red hellish sun roasted the plain of hell. The pool was standing before me, tempting me to take the plunge. But as I stood melting under this unforgiving sun I couldn't, I was on the clock. Standing in this blistering heat I was in full uniform, a black suit and tie with the only saving grace was I was allowed to wear short sleeves and pants, but it wasn't to keep me cool.

"BURP! Y/N! Another margarita in a smoothie! And make it double!" Yelled out the matriarch of the Ars Goetia family, Stella, or more accurately former matriarch of the Ars Goetia.

I sighed before quickly going into the mansion and retrieving my Mistress's drink. Her half closed eyes lingered on my butt as I walked away to the indoors bar. She didn't bother to hide her lustful gaze when I returned. On a silver platter I presented the large pitcher of cold alcoholic beverage to my boss, not bothering to pour it into a glass. She would not need it.

Her chubby talons grabbed the pitcher and quickly guzzled the refreshing drink down her fat cheeks to her thigh covering stomach. She stopped when the pitcher was half empty before letting out a wet burp, having abandoned her manners ever since the divorce.

I just looked at the obese Mistress as she slumped back into her lawn chair in a drunken stupor, the metal and plastic creaking under her enormous weight. It's hard to believe she was once as thin as a pole and at the top of Hell's aristocrats. And I was one of the few who witnessed her fall.

It was shortly after the scandalous divorce that Mistress Stella began to spiral downwards. Although she only lost a third of her influence and wealth she acted like Hell was being purged by Heaven. Although she'll never admit it she went into a depression, a wrathful and abusive depression.

It wasn't long she took out her anger on everything and everyone within a 5 mile radius. As she gorged on food and drank a brewery worth of alcohol to fill her hollow heart she thrashed, hit, and attacked anyone. As the servants diminished her weight accumulated. Her eating habits became messy as she would order a cornucopia of food, ranging from opulence to fast food trash. She didn't discriminate, she just wanted food. She soon became a blob of an owl, a 900 pound ball of fat and feathers.

Soon, as the years passed every servant that was under her employment disappeared, some mysteriously, that is, all except me. I couldn't tell you why I stayed but maybe it was both because I was still loyal to my Mistress and perhaps I was a bit of a masochist. But there were some perks in being the only male within shouting distance.

"Y/N! Get over here?" Stella belched, her drunken eyes looked at me lustfully. I approach the half-ton bird standing at full attention.

"Yes Mistress?"

"You... you are the only one, urp... only one who stayed by my side," she stated, a sentence that has become more frequent as of late. "And... I need BURP... I need sex," she bluntly huffed, not beating around the bush.

I just smiled down at her. "Yes Mistress."

Fast for a drunk fat owl she ripped off her bikini top letting her gigantic jugs free. Although there wasn't much fabric to hide her gigantic tits to begin with, that's trivial at the moment. Without hesitation I flung myself onto her plush feathery body and we both tumbled off the rickety lawn chair and into the pool with a loud splash.

Luck for us the water was shallow on this side of the body of water. And luck for me I was on top. I kissed her flabby body like a loser kissing their body pillow and caressed her folds like a chef with dough. Her fleshy arms pulled me into her expansive body, making me sink into her like a plush bed. On occasion we would roll around, needing me to hold my breath under water and under body. If Hell was hot then we were making it boil.

We must've just kissed and fondled for a good half hour before we got to the good part. We (CENSOR) and (CENSOR) then (CENSOR). And if you want the details, go to a fucking porno you loser and touch a girl!

After all the passion I lied on her massive stomach, my head resting in between her pillowy breasts. We huffed and puffed as we caught our breath as the afterglow flowed through us. In that moment all my worries were gone and any consequence of when my Mistress sobered up was at the back of my mind. All I knew was I wasn't going to quit any time soon.