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Patrons' Prompt: The Sweet Taste of Sin
🕑 Added 2020-08-16 10:02:14 +0000 UTC‘RESIST!!’ came the commanding scream. ‘HOLD THE DEFENSES!!’
Tall, blonde, and fully equipped in heavy plate, Darkness threw herself against the front door of the manor. She’d planted her booted heels just as a resounding crash came from the other side, shattering several gaps in the wooden center and toppling the piled boxes and chairs.
‘HOLD HIM! DO NOT LET HIM IN!’ the scream came through her mind, and Darkness’ body responded. She was bucked back by another slam, her arms bending at the joints. The center cracked and she had a brief view of the other side.
Shadow blurred and green fire burned, glinted by mad fury and dark intent from the face of the Demon King.
Darkness saw him for only an instant before the door closed and she put everything she had into holding it shut. She turned to throw the brunt of her weight and her body against the buckling door in a desperate to keep it shut.
She was the last line of defense. Her master relied on her, the voice in her head desperate for… f-f-f-
The haze around Darkness’ eyes shifted as a cold chill spread up her fingers. She turned to see frost ebbing through the door’s center, quickly spreading over her hands and securing her touch. She blinked, felt the voice of her master try to say something, but someone much closer said something far louder.
“FORCE!”
Darkness screamed as the frozen door shattered inward, blown from the hinges and raining down over the Crusaders’ back. She fell onto her stomach, the heavy wood still frozen to her back.
Pain sharpened her mind, cleared the fog from her head. She had just enough time to moan over the pleasant chirping of birds before the fallen doors flattened her further and another voice shouted, “Where is she?!”
A noise like a frightened mouse contested with spiked senses of pain and of pleasure inside of Darkness’ mind. She tried to move, but another weight stomped atop of the fallen doors, flattening her to the wooden planks of the hall.
She could hardly breathe until the weight leapt off of her spine, allowing the shuddering moan of strangulated bliss to escape from her mouth. Heady pleasure flowed up from her bruised back and her damaged spine. The pain. The wonderous pain!
Her eyes were trying to see even while her mind couldn’t comprehend, confused even more by the sight of a green and black tracksuit marching away from her. The Demon King looked so much less threatening when he looked like Kazuma advancing on a pile of distraught cloth in the corner.
The mouse was growing louder. Darkness felt the haze returning, someone else’s panic washing straight into her head. ‘M-my holy crusader! The Demon King has come for me, you mu- YAAAA-’“AAAAGGGGHHH!!!”
The Demon Satou, for now his visage was shifting between the unholy creature and a short, pathetic man, snatched a blue loop that protruded from the top of the cloth and turned around, pulling a woman the size of a hippo out from beneath the pile of blankets.
Aqua almost looked like Aqua, but only if Aqua had eaten numerous other Aquas, and Darkness’s confounded mind was cast further into a state of disarray.
More than thrice his size, the blue-haired fatty jiggled from behind Kazuma, sagging arms flailing at the side as her overweight voice cried, “StobbitstobbitstobbitlemmegolemmegoIllcomeI’llcomeI’llcome stohohohohooooop!!”
Her belly hopped up and down with her wavering voice, flabby arms shaking as if she were trying to take flight like an overweight butterfly with huge, sagging wings.
The fog was lifting from Darkness’ mind, taking with it the sense of fire and destruction. She could remember the door to her room being kicked open and remembered a whiny voice shouting out the words, “Turn of favor!” Everything after had become clouded, while the whiny voice had become the command of a goddess.
Kazuma ignored the wavering hippo, his hand gripping the elaborate loop in Aqua’s brilliant blue hair. Darkness’ eyes shifted, again seeing the green burn of the Demon King marching through their now blackened and burning hall, and though Aqua now shined with the most brilliant light of her worship, she appeared to look even fatter.
Swollen and spoiled, with cream still clinging to plump lips, the goddess cast her manipulated warrior into shadow. Darkness had only a moment to think to herself the word ‘Oh,” before the first chunky foot stepped on the door above her, and the Crusader’s thoughts filled with the beauty of pain.
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The horses that waited at the carriage took one glance at the overweight sow that was Aqua, high pitched squealing heard from miles away, before coming to the mutual decision that they weren’t paid nearly enough oats. They swiftly decided to abdicate the position.
Kazuma’s lips folded as the carriage did the equivalent of a roadrunner peeling out, taking with it a very confused driver and the only suitable transportation he’d had into town.
“It’s my hair it’s my hair!” Aqua’s fat fists pounded into his back with all the strength of a bloated chipmunk.
Kazuma sighed, releasing his grip on the Goddess’ perfectly sized handle, allowing her to straighten up and for her belly to peek out from beneath her dress. The ribbon on her chest now looked comically small while the black lace on her neck appeared more like a choker, with her short neck spilling over the top. Overweight teardrops were trickling down her chunky cheeks, her face so fat that it made her eyes look small.
“You don’t have to be so mean!” she put her hands on her much larger love handles, massaging her tummy before they flew up to her hair. Her armpits were baren aside from the puffy cream of her sagging skin trying to pull her entire body into her curvaceous pear-shape. “I always known you were a jerk but grabbing my hair is just rude!!!”
“You scared off the horses,” he said flatly.
Aqua blinked, all evidence of the tears vanishing in a single moment. “Eh? Horses? We don’t have horses?”
“I hired them. Because we have to go into town.” Kazuma sighed, looking at the dust trail that fled the scene. “Maybe they thought you were going to eat them.”
Aqua straightened further, her fat tummy sagging further beneath her skirt and exposing the full width of her inflated hips. Boots and socks that had once been thigh-highs now only reached partially up her full calves, completing the overburdened look of her outfit with her fatness as the only cover of her far-dead modesty. “I wouldn’t eat horse! That’d be gross!!”
“You can’t help yourself,” Kazuma said, having seen the boulder munching on far worse. “Anything near you ends up in your mouth.”
“That is just not true!” Aqua stepped in front of him, her knees lifting her heavy gut. She put an indigent hand on her, relatively, modest chest. “I only eat delicious foods that’ve been expertly crafted by-” her nose twinged, eyes suddenly going wide, “Is that pie?”
Kazuma groaned. “It’s nearly a mile from here. How the hell can you- AGH! HEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-”
Aqua besieged him, smacking into his back with her belly and her heavyweight arms folding over his chest. He bucked, sending them both toppling to the side before ending up with him stuck between her legs. Thighs that felt like hot jello pressed into his arms while her sausage fingers began clawing at his shirt. “Where is it?!” she demanded, followed by an even louder rumble from her obesity that Kazuma swore was quaking the dirt beneath him. “You have some, don’t you! I can smell it on you!”
Kazuma tried to struggle, his arms pinned to his sides and animalistic fears of being crushed overwhelming his good senses. “Get offa me!” he yelled, trying and failing to squirm his arms from beneath her huge stomach.
An ear-piercing scream came from the man as Aqua leaned down and sank her teeth into his neck, almost as if she expected him to be full of jelly.
He was not.
Kazuma’s feet flailed, shaking back and forth as primal instincts screamed that he was about to be eaten and activating the winter chill to escape from his palms. “FREEZE!” he shouted, the chill from his palms meeting the weight of her tummy and creating a sudden blast of lukewarm steam.
Aqua was lifted a solid two inches before coming back down with Kazuma-crushing force, but man managed to twist his legs beneath him and launched himself at her for a frontal assault.
The pair landed on the hill, striking awkwardly at one another with pained grunts and hardy shouts. Kazuma’s fists rebounding off of Aqua’s immense belly while the goddess tried again and again to slap his stupid, ungrateful face. They twisted again, with Kazuma suddenly beneath her before coming back up on top. Then again he fell as her legs closed around him and the two-person boulder realized they were picking up speed.
Kazuma’s face was suddenly buried, nose and mouth suffocated somewhere between the rolling hills of Aqua’s breasts while she clung to him. After the fourth strike at his tailbone he barely could feel the ground, just the circling, twisting weight of Aqua’s body. Her piercing scream could hardly heard over her smothering chest, but he was very aware of the earthquake from her belly.
He tried to hit her, to force himself back so he could get a breath, but it was no good. Aqua had him, her weight consuming him, and his head spun round and round before the pounding in his ears overwrote Aqua’s throaty scream.
Just as he was about to pass out, he found himself launched from Aqua’s grip and had the freeing sense of a juvenile bird taking its first flight. He floated comfortably through the air until his legs slammed into the trunk of a tree, spinning him wildly into a nearby stream. It was only two feet deep, yet as pain filled his senses and water filled his lungs, Kazuma sunk beneath the cheerful trickle of the tiny river, and was taken deep, deep, down into an overbearing darkness.
The light came far too quickly.
His arms felt weightless, his legs felt broken, but Kazuma could see the light circling around him. A stream of sparkles wrapped around each of his legs, each blue twinkle somehow giving off the feeling of being extremely obese.
“You can’t die in my realm, dummy,” Aqua’s husky chuckle wrapped around him. “Are you trying to kill yourself or something?”
He tried to reply with something smart… at least, something his half-drowned mind thought would be smart, but more water gushed uncomfortably into his lungs and Aqua’s infuriating laugh ‘blessed’ him again.
“Alright, come on. Up we go!”
Two of the sparkles grabbed Kazuma near his ribs before pulling him up to the surface. They broke through together, Aqua holding Kazuma by the sides as she hefted him up from inside of the town fountain. Aqua was giggling, a little snuffle and sounded almost like labor to her heavy breath. He felt the water inside of his lungs become divine air, washing him clean and granting him breath.
He had to blink to clear the water from his eyes, but when he did he saw Aqua’s happy grin and the creases near her eyes. Then he noticed her hair was down, bereft from the usual beads holding it in place, it fell over the smooth pale skin of her flabby naked shou-shou-sho-
“There we go,” Aqua sighed, patting his chest. Her huge arms quavered, rolls of fat forming near her armpits as she lowered them to her naked sides. She looked so much shorter up close, so much fatter without clothes, and her skin was shining with white light like the lightbulb that could power the sun. “You’re not dying on me yet!”
She beamed up at him and he felt her great gut sliding over his own apparent nudity, felt himself immediately rising to meet the first contact that had touched him in years.
Aqua’s expression suddenly dropped far enough that it risked freezing, eyes going wide as she looked into Kazuma’s tanned face and saw his empty chest. She twisted, again sliding her belly over him, reaching far enough that he could feel her navel as she looked rapidly around at the town center and, grabbing Kazuma’s arms, fell backwards into the water. She dissolved into an array of starlite sparkles that, Kazuma could swear, were now blushing.
“H-how much did you see?!” the sparkles demanded.
Kazuma opened his mouth to reply, met with the burning sensation of water in his lungs.
“Ohhhh I should drown you!” the obese sparkles glimmered.
'With a snapshot of Aqua's pink breasts and the sensation of her silken soft skin rolling over his center, Kazuma believed for a moment that it might just be something worth dying for.
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When they resurfaced, clothes wet and bodies dry, Aqua thunked him on the head. “Not a word…” she warned.
Kazuma was still trying to think of one before settling on the very versatile word of, “Uhh…”
“Hmph!” Aqua turned, her hair brushing beneath his nose as she waddled to the lip of the town’s fountain. She attempted to nimbly hop over the stone edge.
But women that weighed nearly a quarter of a ton are generally incapable of doing anything nimble. With her overweight thighs contesting to lift the heavy load of her belly, an awkward flail resulted in a wobbling cry and a crash of water. The tsunami of a splash reached up to Kazuma’s neck.
He stared at her as she floated to the top, her exposed tummy too fat to sink beneath the surface. Arms splayed to the side, a flat expression graced Aqua’s chubby face before the goddess opened her mouth and spat out a tiny fountain.
“My boy! My GIRL!”
The familiar voice sounded maliciously excited, and Kazuma tensed as he looked to where it had come from. He found only the lifted, questioning expression of one of the local guards. A second of confusion to passed before his instincts fired and he turned, catching a white glove with his neck.
The glove was attached to a suit, which was worn by a rather enthusiastic mass of bargain bin pottery shaped like a bargain bin man. White ‘skin’ and blue ‘hair,’ the shaped man lifted Kazuma by the neck, pulling him close to a black and white mask which, despite all reason, looked as if it were smiling with eyes that had teeth.
Right now, the eyes had fangs.
Kazuma’s feet kicked, his fingers gripping strong clay that made up the glove. He tried to speak, but his mind was still having trouble getting past ‘Uhh,’ and his mouth wasn’t doing him any favors with the attempts of “Glagh!” and “Bluhh!”
Vanir, Duke of Hell, brought Kazuma close to the mask. The smile widened. “You didn’t, perhaps, think you’d pull out of our venture, did you?”
“Hey! Let him go!”
Kazuma’s vision was souring, the edges of darkness creeping into his sight. A sudden brightness flashed in front of his eyes and he had the faint sense of soft pink before tumbling into the fountain.
There were no sparkles this time, just a powerful jet that washed water up his nose and had him haul himself up to his knees.
“-merely a question!” he heard Vanir say.
“I don’t care!” came Aqua’s voice. “You can’t touch him like that, demon!”
Kazuma shook his head, coughing to clear the water out of his nose. A golden coin tumbled out of his hair.
Instinctively, his hands shot out to grab it. He fumbled and the coin dropped back into the fountain with a disheartening thunk.
Something shifted in front of him and he looked up.
The full moons of this world hung before his eyes, huge and imposing, and very flabby. It was amazing that such celestial bodies could be shrunken down yet retain their full shape and width while appearing to contain the same mass. But despite all reason, the moons were attached to thighs that looked like they were full of cream-cheese, melting into fat that sagged over wide knees and cushion which overflowed the formally tall stockings.
Aqua was puffing outward with pure indignation, hands on her swollen hips and tummy sliding over her legs. Her holy body jiggled more and more heavily as her bratty voice took on a familiar air. “I’ve got everything perfectly under control, thank you very much! He’s only died twice this week!”
Kazuma couldn’t see Vanir from the dark side of the moon. “Ahhh, but how many times can you resurrect him?” the demon asked.
Aqua lifted a meaty foot, stomping it down and sending light through the fountain. “My magic’s never been stronger!” she shouted.
“And yet your debt’s never been greater,” Vanir replied. “It’s swelled and swelled, just like…”
Kazuma grabbed Aqua’s dress, tugging her backward just as she was about to bull rush the demon. “Alright, alright!!” he called out. “Enough!! Aqua!”
The blue-haired girl rounded on him, her lips folded in a pudgy pout. “He started it!!” she pointed at Vanir, as if Kazuma would have thought she’d been referring to the nearby guardsman. “He called me fat!”
“I did not.”
“You are fat,” Kazuma replied. “That’s half the reason I contacted him. He’s why we’re here. He offered to bu- augh!!”
“YOU CAN’T SAY THAT!!” Aqua said, waddling forward and striking Kazuma’s chest with hammer-sized fists. “IT’S NOT NICE IT’S NOT THAT BAD I’M NOT THAT FAT!”
“Augh! Cut it- hey!!” Kazuma repelled her fists, seizing Aqua by her fluffy cheeks and pulling to either side. She felt so squishy and malleable, the flab stretching an extra inch and filling out her fat double chin. “Would you quit acting like a spoiled brat?! Your stomach’s eating us into a hole!”
“Legomyfacelegolego!” Aqua cried, trying and failing to peel Kazuma away. Her stomach heaved as another stream of tears poured out of her eyes and she looked at risk of falling over and taking the whole fountain with her.
The nearby guard, who’d been trying to get a word in about public decency for about five minutes now, decided he wasn’t getting paid enough to drag the blue whale and her boyfriend out of the water, and made the decision to go for some support and a set of bigger handcuffs.
Aqua came away with a childish pout and rubbed her pudgy cheeks with pudgier hands. “You’re such a jerk. I was just sticking up for you.”
“You nearly drowned me!” Kazuma retorted.
“Lady, gentle… hmm, no, not quite,” Vanir frowned tapping his false-finger atop of a long, silver-topped cane. “I suppose it’d be just ‘man,’ wouldn’t it?”
Kazuma growled. “And you!” he hollered. “What’s the big idea?! We drew up a whole contract and you throttle me at the first moment you see me?”
Vanir shifted, moving deftly out of the way as a splash of, now holy, water sprayed towards his chest. “Haha,” he laughed, a cordial and friendly expression taking his face. “I told you this morning dear boy! I’ve purchased your debt, but I expect payment in full.”
“Our debt?” Aqua asked. A shot of elation bubbled through her tummy. “You bought our debt?!”
“For a price,” Vanir’s eyes grinned. “A very hefty one. But you’ll know how much your hunger has cost.”
Aqua blinked before shaking her head. “No,” she grinned. “Kazuma handles all the money stuff.”
“I wish that were true…” Kazuma groaned. He stepped onto the lip of the fountain, offering Aqua his hand.
Aqua frowned “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?! I haven’t touched the money pile in months!”
She took his hold and again he was surprised by how heavy she was, but something had… changed. It wasn’t… bad. She didn’t look bad. Actually, when he looked at her now, he just pictured her as she was before and-
Augh, God he needed to get laid.
He glanced at her again.
Laid by somebody else! Anybody else! Somebody that wouldn’t… wouldn’t crush him!
“Why are you looking at me like that?!” Aqua demanded, tugging her dress around the curve of her belly. It managed to fall to her hipline before slowly rising back up as she stepped off of the fountain.
“He’s explained the situation to me,” Vanir filled in. As he talked, he twirled his long cane, gently rotating his weight on the cobbles. “I believe, my dear, that you might be… under the wrong impression of things.”
“I’m not under any impressions!” Aqua said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Nobody could control my mind but me!”
A pause filled the air between the three of them before Aqua frowned.
Almost to herself she whispered, “Wait… that’s influence.”
Another pause settled before Vanir clapped his hands. “That’s another mystery solved, then! Well done, dear!”
“Ehh?” Aqua blinked at him before a gentle smile came with a minor blush. “O-oh… uh, thanks.”
Kazuma stared before his head hung. “D-don’t… thank him, Aqua…”
“My girl!” Vanir came to Aqua’s side and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Are you aware of how… ‘credit’ works?”
“Eh??” Aqua again asked. “Of course I am! I’m a goddess! People give me credit all the time!”
“I’m sure they do, I’m sure they do,” Vanir’s hand came down to Aqua’s belly, giving her a playful jiggle before twisting away from a striking hand. “Your Kazuma came to me this morning with several shop owners chasing him down the street. They had pitchforks,” then Vanir leaned forward, holding up a hand to conspiratorial whisper, “and receipts.”
“R-receipts?” Aqua wavered. “F-for what??”
“Because you ate all their damn food!” Kazuma felt himself explode.
Aqua shielded herself as he advanced on her, grabbing her tummy by the handles and jiggling her up and down.
“How much?! Six meals a day! Endless drunken nights! I haven’t been able to gain more than ten pounds since we got here, and you’ve frikin multiplied in just a few months! Do you have any idea how much you’ve eaten?!”
“A-aahhh!” she startled, the blush coloring her entire face red. “I-it’s not that bad! They gave it to me as tribute! Tribute!”
“It’s not tribute!!! It’s credit, you moron! Two million Eris in less than two months! That’s nearly twenty-thousand dollars!!!”
“They gave it to me!” Aqua protested.
“AFTER YOU WADDLED IN AND STARTED EATING IT!!”
“As I’m sure you might have noticed,” Vanir cut in, “it has taken quite a lot of food for you to become so… enhanced,” the Lord of Hell opened his arms, tracing out Aqua’s bovine figure. His wrist then flipped and several pieces of parchment were produced between forefinger and thumb. “Each proprietor has claimed you’d come through their shops more than once with this notion in mind. And seeing as you’re hardly forgettable, they were comfortable in allowing the town’s biggest hero to dine in on credit… for a short time.”
“B-but I’m a goddess!” Aqua wobbled. “People give me free stuff all th-”
Kazuma stepped away from her body, getting too turned on by her belly to be properly mad and hardly able to switch between the explosive want and his sudden urges. He couldn’t stop picturing her. While before she’d been huge and odd, touching her felt so… soft… warm… Like he could just imagine himself laying comfortably atop of her mattress-like tummy and using her breasts for-
*BONK*
Kazuma went down as a wooden rod impacted him on the head. He turned up to see Vanir grinning down from the other side of his long cane.
“Kazuma!!” Aqua shouted before interjecting herself between them. “You demon! You bully!”
Kazuma shook his head before grunting and getting back to his feet. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Wha?? Why would you thank him?!” Aqua’s belly wobbled up and down, but Kazuma just thought of the thousands of dollars and the millions of calories and he felt the rage returning.
He turned on her. “Your greedy mouth’s gotten us into a lot of trouble, but this is the worst by fat!” He twitched. “By far! The worst by far!”
“Would you like another bonk?” Vanir asked.
Kazuma ignored him, trying to tower over Aqua without touching her softness. “And you’re going to work every cent of it off, you hear?!”
“W-what?!” Aqua stammered. “Wait, no no, I can’t work for two million Eris! That’ll take all year!”
“Oh, absolutely not, my dear,” came Vanir. “I wouldn’t dream of it, not in all of the abyss. It shouldn’t take more than… why, more than a couple of weeks, shouldn’t you say?” he turned to Kazuma.
Aqua’s lower lip trembled. She’d look like a lost little kitten if she didn’t wear her door-filling hips so infuriatingly well. “W-what are you going to make me do?”
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Aqua was having a bad day.
Hell, Aqua was having a bad… what had it been. Two years? Four years? Ten?
Stupid mortals. Stupid… what was it?
Time zones? Stupid time zones.
It was so easy to lose track! An hour felt like an hour, sure, but sometimes it didn’t feel at all like an hour! Like right now, the burning in her legs told her they’d been walking for what felt like four hours, or was it really four minutes?
She hated this. Following that stinky demon to his stinky demon hole. At least Kazuma still smelled like… well, he mostly smelled like sweat now, but there was still that teeny scent of pie there.
She would have sworn if it wasn’t sacrilegious to take her name in vain. She was starving!
The only thing worse than the stupid mortal time was their stupid mortal bodies. Well… her stupid mortal body. Lips tugging down, Aqua’s fat chin formed a smooth double roll as she gazed upon the ‘greatness’ that was her mortal form.
It wasn’t fair. Before, she could drink all she wanted, eat what she wanted, and didn’t have to do so much as get off of her divine keister. Now her keister looked… n-no, she still looked divine. Like a true Goddess, because that’s what she was! She couldn’t get wrapped up, just because she’d gained a few… pounds…
Calories, that’s what it was. Mortals spent so much time worrying about numbers that they had divided every sip of every drink up into itty bitty numerals that made up… big… chubby tummies.
She whined slightly, her fingers sinking into her own fatness. Aqua could make her own outfits from her divine will, but she couldn’t make herself the size she wanted. Darkness had told her she’d need to work out, but like heck was she about to do that. She’d spent the last… uhhh, eight sounded right, eight time zones running around!
How far is this stupid place?!
“How far is this stupid place?!” Aqua demanded.
Kazuma looked back, his green eyes in a leer that pierced through the soft layers of Aqua’s body. “Are you getting tired already?”
There was a hefty burn in Aqua’s legs, but it didn’t compare to the fire of her pride. “No.” She placed her hands over her stretched tummy. “Just want to hurry up and get this over with.”
“Not to worry, pudgy priestess. You’ll be right at home soon enough,” Vanir called from the front.
Aqua’s lips puckered in a divine pout. She could practically see the stench of evil radiating off of him in dank purple lines, it was sickening.
She waddled onward, her huge thighs rolling up into her hefty belly, each step making her irritation grow.
All she wanted to do was lie down. Maybe mind control Darkness a little more so that the Crusader could feed her some more of those lovely cream pies, and drink from her richest bottle of wine. There was no sin in that, no misery. Why did she even have to go along with this? Kazuma was the group leader, that meant it was Kazuma’s debt. Right?
As if he could hear what she was thinking, Kazuma’s step slowed. He walked beside her, eyes watching her before asking, “Are you okay?”
Aqua opened her mouth to hotly reply, but what came out was a heavy wheeze that surprised herself. She coughed into a pudgy fist, feeling her tummy hop up twice. All she could manage was a hefty, “Y-yeah…”
“You’re sweating,” he said.
Aqua took a deeper breath, trying to hold it. She looked away from Kazuma, her legs feeling sore, her torso feeling uncomfortable. “S-so are… you.” For some reason, she couldn’t seem to keep the air in her chest.
“That’s not fair. You tackled me,” he reached over, touching her tummy with his finger. “You’re pretty heavy.”
Aqua sighed. She lifted her arms behind her head, trying to get more air to her center. A slight trickle of sweat fell from the layers of flab that covered her biceps.
Kazuma frowned. “Aren’t you supposed to get upset about that?” he asked.
She blinked at him. “I… am, pretty heavy though?”
He stared at her, then down to her tummy, then her wide hips and finally back up to her face. He nodded. “Right.”
They continued on in silence, Aqua more and more aware of every pound that she was lugging down the sidewalk. Her frustrations reached a head at the same moment as her exhaustion. Too tired to be angry anymore, she focused just on breathing and taking the next step.
They rounded a corner just as Aqua smelled it on the air. The scent of an immense demonic presence. She felt a crackle of divinity make the hairs on her neck stand up on edge. The little body hair she had rippled as a protective static immediately came into place, and the exertion of her body seemed to redouble.
“We’re almost there!” Vanir said excitedly, but Aqua could tell exactly where they were heading before the man even crossed the street.
The Basket of Sin was a red building, scarlet colored rock leaping out amongst all the grays and the whites of the other stone buildings. Several windows were tinted to near black, keeping the buildings secrets even in the bright of midday. Small cracks in the windows were draped with the demonic stench, and a billow of purple haze puffed out from the front door as it was opened. As they approached, a pair of succubus girls came outside, their bodies completely covered with the same smog, masking pearly white smiles inside of a violet haze.
The pair looked almost identical. Pale, slim waists wore only just enough clothes to cover their chests and their hips, along with thigh high stockings and gloves that pinched just a layer of thickness over their shapely forms. A pair of bat-like wings extended from their scalps while arrow-tipped tails slowly rocked back and forth. The only difference was their color. While one of the girls wore her pink hair in a teeny bob, the other had hair that reached down to her thighs and was as red as the rock that the building was made from.
Aqua felt herself bristling as they approached, noticing how every man on the street seemed to suddenly take notice of the girls and their building. A few of the men even approached the redhead who in turn flashed a dazzling smile.
“Ohhh Vanir!” the other girl called, her voice low and filled with sleaze. She lifted her leg, leaning back on the building and letting her hand travel along her center. “We were wondering how long you were going to leave us waiting~”
Vanir laughed, a boisterous and happy sound that Aqua promptly ignored as she rounded on Kazuma. She’d expected hungry, devious eyes to be skating up the legs of each girl, and was readying a tirade of righteous fury that died in her throat when she saw he was looking at her.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, seemingly not even paying attention to the girls.
Aqua’s eyes fluttered before she put the fury back in. Leaning forwards she asked, “What is, ooo,” Aqua’s hand went to her tummy, which gurgled uncomfortably. She tried again, “W-what is, with you?” she gasped. “I said I’m fine!!”
Kazuma didn’t look convinced.
“I’m just…” Aqua let out another low breath, “I’m tired. Long day.” Her tummy flexed and she muttered. “I’m just hungry.”
Kazuma’s lips folded, glowering down at her stomach. Aqua felt a strange air coming off from the man. It was… unexpected. He didn’t insult her, which was already weird, but the shape of his eyes made it clear he was caught in his thoughts.
“What?” Aqua wrapped her arms over her stomach. “Stop staring at my belly!”
He didn’t.
“Hmph!” Aqua turned away from him. She found herself looking at the succubus that had been talking with Vanir, who she now noticed was staring directly at her. The older female looked from her to Kazuma, giving a seditious grin.
She turned back to Kazuma, who had sweat dribbling down his brow as he stared at Aqua’s legs.
“Are you getting turned on or something?!” she demanded.
He shook his head.
“Then why are you staring at me!” Aqua huffed.
“He’s trying not to,” came the succubus’ seductive voice. The girl stepped away from the wall, approaching the pair. The veins on Kazuma’s neck stood out as the older woman gave a deep chuckle. “He’s looking at you so that he won’t look at us.”
The girl circled Kazuma like a shark, his unfocused eyes scanning Aqua’s torso with such fervor that she felt like he was mentally undressing her.
A frosted wind passed over Aqua’s shoulders as her female mind understood the meaning of the demon’s words. She felt herself start to act without thought, just slowly walked forwards. His eyes followed, moving up and down with her juggling tummy, although they lifted to her eyes as she put her hand on Kazuma’s sweat soaked shoulder and whispered, “Purification.”
Righteous fire blossomed from her hand, from each sweat droplet that poured from herself and from Kazuma, and the pair suddenly glowed like holy flames. The Succubus shrieked, toppling back and hitting the wall. Inside of white fire, Kazuma and Aqua stared at each other in silence before a heavy sniff pierced the crackling flames.
“Rude,” Aqua whined softly, holy white tears flickering down her chubby cheeks.
Kazuma was looking off to the side. “S-sorry,” he muttered.
The fires died down and, with the impure thoughts now burning inside of his head, Kazuma was able to look at Aqua with his normal green eyes.
“I-it’s not that you’re-”
Aqua held up a hand, silencing him. She then walked past the succubus, ignoring that the girl’s figure had been completely changed now that she was slumped fearfully against the wall, and approached Vanir. The masked man looked mildly entertained.
“Are we supposed to work in your dump or something?” she asked.
He looked over to the succubus. “I admit the sight of an arch-priestess might be particularly upsetting for some of our cliental.” His smile sharpened, “And a few of our staff might be reminded of their place.”
Aqua frowned at him. “So, what do you want me to do?”
Vanir leaned in conspiratorially. “Things have gotten too… comfortable, I believe. Particularly with the head chef. Our only chef, really, after she ate the last two assistants I offered.”
“Ate them?”
“Or, so I believe. She claims they worked for a day and then simply ran for the hills.” He took a step back and bowed. “Miss Aqua, I’d be exceptionally thankful if you just came inside and… rattle the chains, as it were.”
Aqua looked from him to the building.
“You want us to shake down your business?” Kazuma asked in disbelief.
Vanir chuckled. A light chuckle that had its own shadow of midnight black. “Not the business. The people, yes. And if she should make any moves on you… well, I trust you’re both adequately prepared.”
“W-wait a second,” Aqua’s finger hovered, trying to connect some unseen dots. “So… we’ll be working… in your kitchen?”
Vanir’s toothy grin was so wide that the edges of his mouth cracked. He then gestured to the front door. “Right this way, Miss. Just… be yourself. I suspect that should be more than enough.”
Aqua glared at him for a couple of moments before looking to Kazuma. “Was that supposed to be insulting?” she asked.
Kazuma groaned.
Feeling this confirmed her suspicion, Aqua huffed before marching into the establishment with her nose upturned. Then the putrid stench hit her. She would have folded over if her stomach wasn’t in the way, instead clawing at her throat before clutching her nose and wavering. “Ughhh, it’s disgusting!” she loudly complained.
“Ummm, excuse m-” a finger tried to tap her shoulder, only to cut into a scream as the succubus was baked in holy light. Several shades in the dank haze maneuvered quickly away.
“That’s that arch-priestess!”
“The one with the water tricks?”
“How’d she get so fat??”
Aqua rounded on the offending shade, jabbing out a judgmental finger. Flecks of holy sweat flew from her flourish, drawing a panicked scream as she declared, “My diet is sacred, and none of your concern, demons!”
“Ah! Demon?!” the shade demanded. “Lady, I just work here!”
“Demons! Demons!” Aqua began spinning, her body lifting up as the momentum carried her judgmental touch. The wrappings over her huge arms were soaked with exertion, blasting out smelly droplets of fury. “Blest be my name, none of you are without sin!!”
“Alright, alright,” Vanir’s gloved hand took her by the center of her back. “Come along, miss. Nothing to see, nothing to see, just an arch-priestess coming to check the facilities.”
Aqua seethed, guided through the haze with her purifying light. She could feel her power cycling over the Hell master’s touch, felt the unholy pottery cracking. She was tempted to reach up to his mask, but there was something else in this place, something… sweeter, than the scent of the damned.
She didn’t see the double doors until her tummy pushed them open, coming out of the cloud into a spot where she could actually see.
She immediately recognized the spot as a kitchen, with several ovens set alongside the inner wall and two preparation lines, one at a table in the rooms center. The kitchen was lit mostly by daylight pouring in from windows along the back wall, as well as several lit candles that hung like lamps from the walls.
Overall, it was relatively clean. Which came as a surprise, given the purple slime monster that wore a large chef’s hat.
The humanoid slime moved, its body pulsing as a feminine voice asked under a heavy accent, “Vanir? What are you doing here? And who is this?”
“This,” Vanir tapped Aqua’s shoulder, the pottery of his hands fracturing, “is one of your newest assistants. And here is the other.”
Kazuma appeared at Aqua’s doughy shoulder. She looked at him, his face flat and reserved. He mostly still glowed with Aqua’s purification spell, though a globule of darkness had taken the center point of his scalp and Aqua sighed.
“Really? Just walking through there got you thinking?”
“Walking behind you,” Kazuma replied from the corner of his mouth.
Aqua felt her hips jiggle. “And what’s that supposed to mean?!”
The slime, inexplicably, seemed to cough. The more Aqua looked at her, the more she could see the false imitations of humanity. Violet hair was supposed to spill around her ‘shoulders,’ and there was an off-colored blue that was where her eyes were supposed to be. The body vibrated as she said, “Again? Vanir, we’ve been over this. I don’t need any assistants.”
“Now Mortia,” Vanir cycled around the young pair, tapping his cane on the hardwood floor. “Don’t be so possessive. Think of them as helpers.”
“I’d rather think of them as food…”
Aqua had stopped paying attention. A trail of demonic smoke had her splutter, waving the stink from beneath her nose to shoo away the rotten air. She wasn’t ready for the scent that took its place.
Before she even realized, a glob of drool had formed in the corner of her mouth. An instant reaction as the sweet, succulent scent of sugar-blasted fruits sucked up her flaring nostrils. Her belly made a primordial sound, the rumbling terror of a massive and hungry beast that made all the conversation pause and force their attention to the blue-haired darling.
“Ehehe… oopsie,” she giggled nervously, lifting her right leg as an awkward gesture. “Err, it, uhh, smells like…” she trailed off, for some reason finding the word hard to get out.
After a moment Kazuma filled in. “Pies?” he asked. “I was here earlier.”
“You we- Vanir! You let this… thing, into my kitchen?!”
Aqua’s belly rumbled again, this sound low and quiet, the current of a mixing ocean.
After a homuncular grunt, the slime-woman supplied, “They’re Succu Pies.” Two tendrils folded over her faux chest. “You mortals can’t consume them.”
Aqua felt that, if the slime had had a nose, she’d have been looking down at them. She was clearly not a people-slime, and Aqua doubted if she could even reasonably be stated as being a slime-slime.
She turned back to Vanir, her long globs of ‘hair’ fluffing out as she talked. “I can manage the place fine on my own.”
Vanir stood up straighter, smiled wider, and became infinitely uninteresting to Aqua. She could hear him speaking, something stinky and dark by his tone, but she wasn’t listening. Her little nose was lifting up and down, guiding her away from this horrid conversation with these horrid people, and instead took the central line to megalopolis of fruity sweets and nummy treats.
She could feel Kazuma following, the caboose to a much, much larger engine, and could feel his hushed whisper rebounding around in her head before dumping out the other side. Something registered, some word of caution, but Aqua was the fatty-packed equivalent of a bloodhound, hundreds of pounds carried by the lofty scent.
There were louder noises now, a heated back and forth, but Aqua’s nose had found its mark. Her chubby fingers snapped open a nearby pantry, overloading the young woman with the fresh and heated scent of divinity.
Pie after pie after pie were laid out upon multiple racks that lined either wall of the small pantry. Fillings glistened from tiny marks in the crust, but it was the multi-colored drift that hooked Aqua under the nose and pulled her forward, moving until her full hips pressed into the doorframe.
Divinity in its purest form, sugar at its most fattening, had Aqua panting and short of breath. It was something unlike she’d ever experienced in this world, the sense of heaven in this pocket of Hell.
“Aqua!” Kazuma hissed. “Don’t get us in more trouble you bloated whale!”
It took a few moments for her to register his meaning, but without understanding his volume. She spun about, a lot of movement carrying a heavy finger. “Hey!” she shouted. “I am not a whale, and I’m not even bloated!”
“Not yet…” Kazuma replied with a low tone. “I can see that glimmer in your eye.”
“What glimmer?!” Aqua demanded, her blue eyes popping like fireworks as the scent spilled into her tummy and her body let her cravings be known.
“Uhh, hey! Girl!” the slime-woman called. “You can’t be in there!”
Aqua looked up, saw the slime pushing past Vanir.
An instant passed that none of the individuals could accurately describe, but the instinctual flash was one all understood. Like a farmer with a downed fence, Mortia began to rush to the aid of her crop, which lay beneath the dribbling maw of a fat water buffalo.
While Aqua’s mind worked about as fast as the domesticated might, even she was able to figure out the simple latch of the door, and it clicked shut just as Kazuma noticed she’d stepped sideways through the portal.
The lock clicked. Loudly.
Impact came from the other side.
Aqua allowed herself a dark chuckle as the slime rumbled.
Then she breathed, and nearly forgot about the slime in its entirety. A mistress of sweet smoke had taken Aqua by the hips, her hands skating pleasurably up her wide belly and pulling her. A leg as thick as an anvil stepped back, followed by another waddling step as the door impacted again.
Then Aqua’s hips pressed into the racks on either side. It wasn’t a small pantry, but she wasn’t a small girl. The mistress’ hands traced up to her chest, squeezing a breath out and filling her with the Divinity before whispering into her ear that she was about to become much, much larger.
Aqua rumbled with excitement, a cow led to the greenest pasture of grass. Her fat hands lifted, banging racks with her inflexible gait, before plunging into pies on either side at the center. They were warm, but the pain didn’t come, as there wasn’t any room.
Pleasure had already taken her, and then she took it in two fat mittens, and shoveled it into her mouth. It tasted like Heaven. It tasted like home. That taste that Aqua could only just remember, the faint impressions she was able to convince herself she tasted when she was absolutely plastered on wine.
But this taste made all of the lies plain. They were nothing, the last couple hundreds of pounds had been gained on comparative dog food, as Divinity returned to the goddess. It filled her far more than it did the pies, an old friend spreading out into a much-expanded home.
Eden, that’s what the humans had called it. The garden of the divine. Aqua used to get her afternoon snack from there, a handful of blueberries that would-
The taste in her mouth shifted and Aqua let out a low moan. A heavy purr as the taste twisted and became her body’s desire. Blueberry Divinity spilled down her throat, the juice as warm as she remembered, and settled into her tummy.
A thought pierced Aqua’s Divinity-addled mind, as drunk as she was on the simple sensation of taste. In that moment, she was glad that she’d gotten so fat. Because it meant she had room for so much more.
Another handful appeared at her mouth, forcing her open without realizing that she hadn’t even chewed the first swallow. Another gulp sent golden crust down with the mashed blueberries, washing into her empty stomach and eliciting another hungry growl.
Her fat fists worked faster than her mouth, snatching two more mouthfuls that had her packed cheeks munching rapidly before another swallow, another delectable purr. The first bites had been slow, reminiscent, but as the flavor settled she became faster, fast enough to feel the weight of her arms straining the bare muscles inside.
The blue filling slopped past her lips, her mouth not big enough to satisfy her want. What didn’t spill down her throat was left upon her thick double chin, trickling down to her dress and marking the white fringes with fat drops of blueberry juice.
She was eating too quickly. A tension had formed in her chest and forced a solid hiccup that had her spluttering, holding pie-stained fingers to her blue-stained mouth as she coughed. She gave herself a second to breathe, felt her eyes rolling back as the obese groan spilled past her lips, and her arms of dough mechanically searched the savaged tins for more golden sugar and filling blueberries.
The pies were no match for Aqua’s lard laden diet. What didn’t end up on her face and her shirt piled into her belly, which was sagging freshly out of her teeny skirt. The small movements of her body, the waddling steps of her pantry-filling thighs, hiked the fabric up further and further, until the back lay atop the shelf of her ass.
Another step backward. Her hips slid on the racks, lodging her further like a fluffy blue marshmallow between graham crackers. She saw that the rack above the two she’d scarfed down were untouched, drawing a panting groan of hedonistic want before her arms. She couldn’t comfortably reach them, so she squeezed her arms in before perching her elbows on the metal and sinking greedy fists into the pies.
The filling had been red when she sunk her fingers in, but it was blue by the time it reached her mouth. The overwhelming Divinity had picked up on her wants, on her desire, and was using her power to make it come true.
She couldn’t hear the door as it slammed again and again, couldn’t hear the angry and startled shouts as the slime tried to seep through the crack in the bottom and was met with a piercing strike of static Divinity. Aqua wasn’t knowingly using her powers, but the Succu Pies were filling her every desire.
The wood was unyielding, unbreaking, and her breathing came easier. She felt the overworked burn of her legs and her arms, but only on the same level of awareness that she felt her hair sliding over her bottom, or the swelling that was filling out her already enormous tummy.
Her arms, quivering with sagging fat, were near her shoulders now as she reached the next layer up. Pies five and six were at the perfect height to easily bring the mess to her wanting mouth. She leaned into each sloppy mouthful, taking a large bite before ending with a lick over the palms before her tongue skated over her lips.
She stopped noticing when the skin beneath each lick stopped being white and became a permanent stain of a luscious dark blue.
If only she could always eat like this.
The trickle of blue swam up to her wrists. A lightness as bright as her hair began to form around her naval, before growing along with the crawling width of her belly. The color deepened, like the swelling width of her fat belly button, darkening her color to the same ocean blue.
If she could just lay on her back all day. Being fed pie after pie, free to munch and relax.
The blueness formed around her plump lips, swimming out to her cheeks and over her chin. It washed over her eyes, up to her scalp and down to her chest. Heat began to pulsate from her center, a comfortable and warm sensation filling her up before much louder, much wetter, gurgles pulsed from inside.
Aqua managed to take a step back. It took an extra moment, as the trays were now digging into her fluffy blue skin, but she was too busy thinking of the hunger, the wanting to be fed.
She was a goddess. She should be praised, cared for. She should be spoiled by all of her worshipers, and they’d pay real tribute this time! No more credit. Just pies. Just blueberries. Just-
Her belly sloshed, drawing a blinking from her eyes as a new sensation slightly contested with the heady pleasure before being washed away beneath a bubbling sea. Her belly swelled quicker now, a filling slosh that would have knocked her off balance if she wasn’t pinned between the racks.
Aqua’s love handles were slowly forced out as her belly filled more, pushed out by the bloat. Wet growls and heavy pulsations were redoubling the girl, a strange feeling in her groin as her body creeped downward. Her thighs felt… weird, but so did her arms, and when did she start feeling so hot? Was she sweating? She felt like she was sweating. But that made sense, she was working out more than she had for months, and the pies were still so delicious.
Seven and Eight found room in her center, and Aqua managed to squeeze her arms down to the shelf below. They barely fit, swollen so fat that the cuffs resembled the shreds of what had once been her stockings, looking much like the shirt that clung to her vanished blue neck. But Aqua saw only the pies, only the lovely Divinity. She wanted so badly just to never have to waddle another step.
Her groin stretched between her disappearing calves, becoming larger as her gut filled out wider. She was bare on her bottoms, with only shreds around her fat cankles now. The cuffs on her arms folded beneath what remained of the limbs, until her sides pushed them out while pulling her inward.
Aqua made a gasp of surprise and of sensual reception as her groin pressed down to the floor, her full belly making a juicy rumble. She blinked, panting for breath, suddenly feeling the strain on her body before thoughtlessly trying to bring another two handfuls to her wanting mouth.
But her arms couldn’t reach. In fact, they couldn’t bend, and with fluttering eyes Aqua turned to see why.
She couldn’t. For some reason, all she could see on either side of her body was smooth areas of blue that quivered and bounced as another bubbling gurgle rocked her groin against the bare floor with a delicious feeling of weighted pleasure. But she felt so… so bloated. Why couldn’t she see her arms? And what happened to all of her lovely pies?
She couldn’t see over her chest, couldn’t comprehend that her belly was now three times the size of when she’d waddled in and had quite literally snapped multiple racks inside of their housing with the burden of her weight and the inflexible walls. There was the warm sensation of pies resting against her skin, but for some reason she couldn’t see them, couldn’t reach for them.
The bloating was trying to sharpen her mind, but the domestication had made her blunt mind dull. She didn’t understand. What had happened to her? She felt so full, but she still wanted…
Another rumble had Aqua lean back and moan, her groin massaged by the floor and her weight while her body crept out another few inches. Her head rested on the top of her fattened back, as full and round as her fat-swollen breasts, topping the goddess with more blueberry juice. She was stretched, but she knew she had more room. Even if her fingers weren’t cooperating, even if her chin was now pushing into her overweight breasts with hardly room to breathe, she still felt her want, felt the deepened desire.
She needed someone to feed her.
The door opened, a piercing light shining into a place that, once bright, now felt so murky and slow. Aqua blinked, heard someone say something, and then recognized Kazuma’s bewildering eyes standing in front of her heavy blue breasts.
“Kazu-Ooooooohhhhh” Aqua swallowed, consumed by her own hunger as the pleasure in her tummy now filled most of her body. She rocked as much as she could, held up by the racks, before the bloated sensation was blinked out of her head.
He’d said something again, something that sounded so far away.
She had to take a deep breath, as breathing by itself felt like such a huge step, before she managed to wheeze. “Could you… get me another… pie?”
