Your head is still swimming as you come to, but you recognize the smell of fire and brimstone. The last thing you remember is being in the middle of the crosswalk sipping a latte when and hearing the horn of a car. As your vision gets better, you realize that you are in a huge cavern, with huge braziers casting eerie shadows on the ceiling. Faint screams and moans can be heard all around, but distant, as if in other rooms. You struggle to your feet and try to get your bearings when the ground begins to shake.
"Hmmm...so this is the new arrival? She looks absolutely delicious..." purrs a husky voice above you. You're afraid to turn around, worried that it's some kind of monster about to eat you. And when you finally do look up, you're not quite wrong.
Towering over you is a massive woman. At least it appears to be a woman. The horns and tail make it clear that she's not exactly human. She looks to be ten feet tall, maybe even more. She has a beautiful face, but below the neck her body balloons into a freight-truck's worth of fat and flesh. She's dressed in what appears to be a cross between lingerie and a ballgown, everything hugging her fat body tightly, looking ready to rip or pop off if she moved only slightly. Her enormous, perky tits aren't even covered, and she seems to be lactating a little bit, with little droplets of milk pittering onto the cavern floor.
You're about to ask what feels like a million questions when she puts a chubby finger to your lips.
"Shh, little one. I know what you're going to ask. You were struck by a vehicle and you died on impact. And now you are here, in Hell. In my domain."
"How the...hell, can I end up in Hell?!" You blurt out. "I'm a good person! I donated money to charities! I worked late whenever I could and helped people get their lives straightened out!"
"Ah, but you know how law works. Sometimes innocent people get sent to prison, and sometimes good people get sent to Hell. I have been waiting for you for a long time, Alice. Ever since your soul was promised to me years ago."
"WHAT?!"
"You know your mother was a practicing witch, don't you?"
"She just practiced a lot of that New Age crapola! She wasn't some kind of magician."
"She was. The year before you were born, your mother summoned me. She was half mad with grief that she could not have children. So she begged me to help her. To give her one. I agreed, but I made her swear a promise to me. I would wait until I deemed the child ready for my purposes, and then I would take her back to Hell with me. Unfortunately, that nasty little heart attack I sent her a few years ago killed her before she could warn you about me. You've never been completely human, Alice Jameson. That's why you're here, where you really belong. I am Formorase, the Bloated Empress, demonic queen of gluttony and hedonistic pleasures. And I am your true mother, the one who gave you life."
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