She didn't dwell on the matter for long. Instead, she wondered what else she could get these fools to do for her. If they thought she was a goddess, who was she to break the illusion? Instead, she embraced her title and quickly took control. While neither parties understood each other, they quickly got the gist of what they were saying. When they wanted her to go somewhere, she followed. If they had food or drink, she consumed it and delighted in the tastes. As long as they didn't touch her crotch they were free to pour special oils on her and paint her with ceremomial colors. And in return, they quickly learned when she wanted to eat and when she needed privacy.
As they developed a mutual understanding, Heather developed quite the appetite and a hefty buils to go with it. Everyday, her hunger increased and so did her waistline. Between meals she worried about her figure but the constant worshipping from the natives boosted her ego and convinced her that she was a beauty, even as her belly bloated outwards and her farts became more frequent. She even learned to love the feel of her doughy exterior and feeling her fingers caress her fat folds. It didn't take long for her to teach them how she wanted to be treated.
Weeks passed and she ascended into a position of power. No longer was she blindly following her orders but they were following hers. Their lives revolved around tending to her needs and satisfying her hunger. She guzzled the brown liquid they gave her like it was water making her even gassier and fatter as a result.
By the end of her first month's stay, she was gargantuan. Just short of 2,000 pounds, Heather had outgrown her old clothing and was adorned in tribal paint and a golden headdress. Sporting multiple chins, her followers had to prop her up and construct a stepladder to reach her ravenous maw. Her breasts have grown larger than a full grown boar and rested on top of a stretched out paunch that was large enough to be used as a water bed. It sloshed and gurgled with her digested food and coated with grease and remnants of her former meals that she belched up. She no longer walked anywhere nor could she see her legs but if she could look past her gut Heather would find them swollen with adipose and near useless. The one part of her the natives avoided was her collasal, boulder buns. Her butt burps were so powerful that lately they made the temple tremble from the intensity.
A month ago she would have been horrified and repulsed by her fattened form. Now, she found it hard to believe she took this long to get this big. And as for her former teammates.....
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