An Average Night With Stolas

Inspired Somewhat By: https://imgur.com/pWBhqit

As a result of p.e.a.d and the massive weight gain Stolas' has endured, or perhaps a more accurate term is enjoyed, he has experienced significant restrictions regarding the kinds of recreational activities he can perform

while Stolas could still walk short distances, either in public or in private, however he would have to rest fairly quickly from either becoming exhausted, or becoming too sexually frustrated from the friction of his stomach sliding across his sensitive groin
usually it was a combination of the two
this is not to mention Stolas sometimes takes to discarding the need to wear clothing when traveling, due to a combination of the clothing becoming stained from food, and his feelings of the clothing being too restrictive
while Stolas has long abandoned the concept of shame of being observed in the nude, especially considering his over-enlarged gut conveniently shields his groin from public view, however he nonetheless can find the gaggle of onlookers gawking at his form distracting enough to somewhat deter his public adventures
this can be further complicated when he is traveling with a companion
Blitz, in spite of his general acceptance of his disease, still takes issue to being made a spectacle at, especially when its due to something he can't control
and Stolas' slim daughter, Octavia, has even less tolerance for the public debacle. These feelings would only intensify when she contracted the disease from Loona

sexual activity with his dear Blitzy, whilst still enjoyable, can be quite an exhaustive recreational activity thanks to their new respective weights
generally the pair settle into cuddle sessions, or enjoy huge meals together as an alternative, although this straddles the line between recreational activities and actual work due to the amount of pre-planning required

gardening, whilst still a enjoyable task, is quite demanding on Stolas' physique, again, due to the fact he needs to remain mobile, thus restricting his ability to perform his gardening hobbies to the fullest

thus Stolas quickly turned to the internet as a outlet for his downtime, finding himself drawn to many unique online activities, all of which required minimal physical work, plus he could easily keep snacks within arms reach
one of these activities is participating in anonymous discussions on "p.e.a.d help boards" where he would discuss his condition and help others to learn to adapt to their change
although most demons would take to these forums in an anonymous capacity, Stolas was quite proud and willing to flaunt his status as someone not only living with, but enjoying, p.e.a.d
whilst Stolas would not deny to himself that he got a "thrill" from discussing the more sexual aspects of p.e.a.d, and enjoying the idea of trying to convert someone towards accepting their affliction, he also felt a sense of satisifcation from helping other's accept their disease
Stolas was an abnormality, for most other demons they would at best only come to begrudgingly accept their condition
On the other hand, Stolas was never happier to be infected with p.e.a.d.
here is one reason why

before he become infected, Stolas would often recall when he would sit on his couch, bath robe stretched across him, as he ate himself into a stupor whilst crying over his relationship issues with Blitz, the tears dripping from his eyes would add a salty taste to his cereal
after he willingly contracted p.e.a.d from Blitzo in the early days, when he merely had a moderately sized belly, slightly distended breasts but still a "normal" looking pair of arms and legs, he'd find himself sitting in the same position, bath robe hanging precariously from his shoulders, his entire gut hanging freely as he would sit with a large smile on his face as he would delve once again into his snacks whilst watching his favourite soap operas
the more........sexual, benefits of p.e.a.d had yet to fully take hold at this stage, but Stolas recalls how happy he was regardless of the pleasure he would recieve from eating food. He had cast off the shackles of his royal duties, his wife had finally abandoned him, his relationship with Blitz was stronger than ever, and he could finally enjoy his life on his own terms
Despite his increasingly constricted physical form, Stolas felt an increasing sense of personal freedom

over six months had passed since he he had taken on the disease, with his personal doctor stating that Stolas was within what is described as the "fourth" stage of the disease, near the end but still not quite there
this stage was best showcased by the fact his gut hangs precariously close to touching the floor, if he sat flat on the floor his oversized form would scrunch up and threaten to overtake Stolas' view of the world, but standing or merely sitting on a (reinforced) couch would keep his gut floating barely off the floor, for now
the thought of his gut being dragged against the floor would send tingles up Stolas' spine

on the p.e.a.d discussion forums, an anonymous arachnoid demon, who was taking p.e.a.d very poorly, stated he had to adhere to some kind of weekly feeding regime to keep himself in control, in fear of him losing control of his body
Stolas continued to "suffer" from his hypersexual proclivities, often time's he'd simply stare at himself in the mirror, suddering at the mere sight of his new form whilst exploring it with his hands
thus, thanks to Stolas' nature, these discussions with the arachnoid eventually inspired Stolas to work towards creating his own form of ritual
nowadays Stolas had developed a similar ritual he would perform, though on a far more regular basis, and far more voluntary
whereas this arachnoid performed this in fear of losing control, Stolas at no point ever feared losing control, as he loved every change being inflicted towards his body
whereas this other demon would spend merely a few hours locked up, in contrast, Stolas would set aside a good chunk of the day, hold himself up in his private chambers, have a large meal prepared for him, and he'd then let himself go
whilst Stolas normally performed these actions in private, he would occasionally invite his Blitzy around and perform a joint-session, with an equally enjoyable outcome

if you were to take a picture of Stolas only a few weeks into contracting his disease, with a small pot belly, slightly distended breasts and a big smile on his face, and compare to the sight you would see in the present day if you walked in to Stolas' private chambers as he descended into one of his feeding sessions, most people would describe it as a scene of pure degeneracy
you would bear witness to Stolas in his most base form, all thoughts of doubt or concerns cast aside, his thoughts of his precious starfire's adaption to her disease temporarily forgotten
the television that would so often play soap operas and romantic comedies would lay silent or ignored
although entrapped in a embrace of lust, any trace of a smile on Stolas' face is gone, replaced with a flushed look of someone riding the best wave of pleasure they've ever experienced, sweat dripping from their face and forehead almost as fast as the food being thrown into their mouth
his dark red eyes would betray a hint of his pupils, further showcasing the intensity of the experience, his pupils darting from his food to his hands to his gut
his body, if you can call it that, was over bloated to a degree almost beyond the realms of reality, sitting out tall, proud, nothing to hide it
no trace of any clothing is to be found as Stolas allows himself to be laid bare for all to see and witness, the mere sight of his form is sufficient to elicit groans of pleasure from Stolas whenever he dares to stare down at it
Stolas was flaunting his body to the universe and god himself, and he loved it
his impossibly large gut jiggles and bounces with every movement of Stolas' hand, impossibly loud grunts and gurgles emanate from the stomach, timed almost in sync with the entry of each new mouthful of foodstuffs
the gurgles being so powerful they themselves elicit waves of motion in Stolas' stomach

if you could hold an x-ray aside of Stolas' overwhelmingly large gut, you'd see that deep underneath the mountain of fat would sit Stolas' engorged member, his penis standing tall and proudly erect, gushing fourth mountains of pre-cum that could fill a bucket in minutes
every motion of Stolas' stomach itself elicits immense pleasure to Stolas, and every wave of fat being rocked back and fourth by the motions of Stolas' actions would travel down to Stolas nether regions, his hyper sensitive cock being rocked with stimulation as it cries out for relief with more pre-cum

the gut of Stolas had long now become a massive erogenous zone, many months prior, one of Stolas' favourite activities was to sit on his bed and caress his stomach for hours, falling into a deep trance of pleasure and excitement, he would also oft perform this activity with Blitzy.
nowadays, his hands can barely reach past his breasts, thus this activity remains elusive for now, typically reserved for when he become intimate with his fellow oversized partner
nonetheless for Stolas, even the mere existence of his fat served as another trigger for his hyper-sexual mind
the immense weight of his gut crashing down on his bones, ribcage and even organs served as a powerful reminder of his condition
for many, this was a prison, for Stolas however, these feelings are akin to someone wearing BDSM restraints
the idea of being trapped in a fat, semi-useless, body served only to dig Stolas deeper into this pit of degeneracy
as every deep draw of breath required immense strength and as each exhale was pushed out at force by his fat, he felt not exhaustion but immense desire

Stolas legs, all engorged, sat uselessly as they would sometimes flail about like helpless animals as Stolas can barely contain himself from the pleasure
as each wave of motion passes over his entire body, his spare arm and legs would occasionaly flail about like a useless appendage
as each grunt of his stomach generates a new wave of motion, it is followed by a large groan of pleasure leaving Stolas' mouth, a endless cycle of pleasure, cause and effect

as minutes turn to hours, Stolas rapidly approaches the first of likely many powerful orgasms
Stolas' vison begins to turn white as the pressure of everything builds in his gut, a small sense of inevitability constructed itself deep within his being as it spreads across every region of his stomach and creeps towards his groin
his pupils dialated, and become far more visible, his eyes would turn into a darker shade of red, he'd hyper focus on anything in sight that might elicit a sexual reaction, his gut or food being typical
his face would contort in pure pleasure as sweat continued to drip unabated from his beak and forehead
and as he can feel a wave of indescribable pleasure begin to mount itself at the base of his groin, edging its way along shaft of his penis and rapidly approaching its head, supported by the unceasing feelings of crushing pleasure of his gut, a final and emotiaonlly charged sentance would exit Stolas' beak
"shooo fucking good, oh Shatan!"

For Stolas, the night had not even begun
for after he had finished his hours long ritual, he still had to go visit Octavia after he finished
"a quick shower should suffice"

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Pub: 08 Nov 2023 12:23 UTC

Edit: 12 Nov 2023 15:27 UTC

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