This choice: Lucy wakes up in a warm cave, Ersha has hidden her from the tribe • Go Back...Chapter #7Lucy wakes up in a warm cave, Ersha has hidden ... by: Unknown "All the food your troughs can carry... Zzzzzzzz... I must be much fatter if I'm to be a goddess...
...No more? My wrath shall devour your whole village... Zzzzzz... Ohh, pastries..."
Lucy muttered such stuff in her sleep for hours, but eventually her belly roared hard enough and ached long enough to break her slumber. She awoke slowly to a damp, warm cave floor, several torches scattered throughout the cavern, and a quite plump young woman with a leather bag nearly her size. Oh, they'd met before! What was her name? E... Er...
"Ersha! Wh-Where are we?"
They young woman with a fiery blush jumped a bit, as though she were started that Lucy were awake. "O-Oh! W-Well, about that... We're in a hiding place." She wobbled to her feet, fidgeting with her hands once she was up. "Sorry, I thought you'd be sleeping longer... The scroll we'd managed to... sneak out the shaman's tent said that blessed ones would sleep for a week... Assuming you ARE blessed. Then again, you haven't had your blessing feast..."
"What? Oh,wait..." she groaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, as she recalled meeting the shaman. "So I'm hiding from an angry 500-pound priestess..."
"...Wait. I'm hiding from your shaman. What are you doing here? I kinda got the vibe her word was law." Lucy struggled to her feet,and could only balance up once Ersha helped. "Isn't this treason, or blasphemy, or...?"
Ersha gave a soft smile. "Well, yes, it is." Ersha stared at Lucy's protruding tummy, which Lucy assumed was to shyly avoid eye contact.
"But... I think she's wrong. Even her visions can't predict everything. When I first saw you, I was sure you were an incarnation of one of our goddesses!" she smiled with a dreamy gaze.
"Or even if you are cursed there's no way in this or the next life I'm not gonna follow you until you're as gorgeously fat as you deserve to be..." she continued to herself as she turned away, walking to the bag.
"What was that? I can't hear you when you talk all quiet." Lucy asked kindly, attempting to accommodate for the shy woman.
"Oh, I know. Nothing, nothing at all~"
It wasn't that Ersha was feeling malicious or dominant towards this tubby goddess; she actually felt that putting a budding deity in a position of power was her spirit-planned destiny, her calling. (Many legends, she reminded herself, involved reincarnated goddesses or avatars of divinity lacking knowledge of their true identity, after all; Who's to say that this fat pale woman is simply under the same affliction of spiritual amnesia?) Fattening her like prized livestock would return this goddess' true personality to her, for sure. It wasn't at all, she reminded herself, that the thought of seeing that pinkish-pale belly wobble and balloon before Ersha's eyes was driving her wild, that such thoughts had done nothing but gnaw at her ever since they'd found the poor foreign girl. Not at all.
It was just an incredible bonus on the side.
"You're up earlier than we thought you'd be, so we weren't quite ready..." Ersha said, untying the bag. Now that Ersha was no longer hiding behind Alora's gigantic ass, or halfway hiding through a doorway, Lucy could finally get a good look at her; she was less clearly-muscular than the others, but not by much, and she was significantly shorter than them, only slightly shorter than Lucy herself. Ersha would have, in almost any other part of the world, been called "angelic". Her two most striking features,aside from how soft and sweet her face appeared, was the long, thick black hair she tended to hide behind, and two enormous,wobbling thighs, clearly more fat than muscle. Other than that, she was in the same league of obesity as the other amazonesses, but her blubber was fairly evenly distributed.
"I'm not as good a hunter as my two friends, but they agreed to help me get us both food and keep quiet about our hiding place. This should last us a few days..." she said, opening the bag to reveal jewel-esque, non-cursed pig meat.
Something deep in Lucy licked its lips and bore its fangs, but all that one could notice outwardly from Lucy was a sudden, loud roar from her belly and a glazed expression in her eyes.
"M-Miss? Do you w-want some now?" Ersha asked,stepping to the side of the bag.
"F-Food..." Lucy moaned, as she wobbled in a daze to the bag. She picked up a large slab of meat with one hand, drool dripping off her chin, and sloppily tore into the uncooked meat, swallowing chunks damn near whole, a carnage smile on her lips.
Her stomach was more than happy to accommodate the food, slowly swelling and pushing out like it was filling with air. What was left of her tattered tank top rode higher and higher on her bloating tummy as she gobbled and slurped up food; her ass swelling subtly before Ersha's eyes. Ersha stopped resisting, wrapping her arms around what she could of Lucy's belly from behind, massaging it as deeply as she could reach. Lucy's only response was a bit of a relaxed moan between bites.
"Aaaahhh~... Ffffbbbbbrrrrraaaaaaapppppttt!" Lucy exclaimed and farted after devouring the bag. She patted her belly for a few moments before the glazed look left her eyes. "Wh-" she began, looking around, seeing her meat-splattered belly and Ersha, beside her, hugging her in as close to a big-spoon cuddle as their spacious bodies would allow.
"What happened?!" Lucy exclaimed.
"You were amazing~" Lucy moaned, trying not to bite her lip. "I was right, I have to be right, there's a hungry goddess in you, waiting to eat herself out!" Ersha was practically drooling, herself.
"Though", she added, wiping her mouth, "we'll have to get a lot more food... That was supposed to last us both a few days..." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |