chapter 2

The breeze is pleasant. That's the first thing you think when you wake up. You reach to reposition your pillow, but recognize the feeling of a heavenly leg, specifically, the thigh. A hand strokes your head fallows by giggling. You look up to see the shadow in her true form, her glowing smile blesses your eyes. Her eyes express a kindness that you have never known, her black hair is braided like the pretzels you used to get at a ball game. Her tan skin was perfect. As you observe her slender frame, she observes your pudgy belly. This (as she would explain to you later, was new. As a goddess, fat was a foreign concept, but she was quickly enthralled by the curves and heft in your belly) was something beautiful and unique. She knew humans who ate had a distinct look, but she couldn't have imagined this. Her father (Atlas) had lead her to believe that it was a horrid curse that made life hell, but she kind of liked it.

While your catch her breast and can't look away, she stands up and urges you to follow. Her hips reinforce and slightly entice you to listen. As you hike along a green trail, you feel for the wounds; the pain having left your body feels so long ago. But the familiar belly lingers. It jiggles with each step, it's bigger now. This makes you slightly embarrassed, but you push it into the back of your mind with the rest of your memory, screaming to reconnect with the rest of your brain. "This is where we will be living, you are my guest, so you should expect to taken care of," she spoke.

The palace was the largest thing you'd ever seen. The statues, monuments, and pillars could contest against buildings. But the temple seemed to be an island in and of itself. Built of marble and stone. Your host began up the stairs, you try to keep pace, but you find it hard and loose your breath quickly. She looks to you and bares a devious smile, as if she likes to see you struggle. Once at the top, you lie down and rest.
"That is the last bit of effort you will do around here, you are my new lover, and as such you will have to meet some requirements," She voiced sternly.

The scent of pork basked in your nostrils. You sit up and see that she has walked to a golden throne and sat staining at you with affection.
Before the goddess was a elongated table filled with extravagant cuisine.

"Eat your fill, my love," she whispered. Her voice carried past the aroma which lead you to stuff your face. After an hour of eating, you lay back with your gut in the air, gurgling and you unconscious. The goddess gets up from her throne and strides past the table. She grabs a chalice of nectar and a leg of turkey. When she finally meets you, she has eaten the turkey leg and then some and drank half the nectar. She now sported a globular potbelly. She grunted as she knelt down to your level, holding her her taught belly. She then rubbed yours and brought the chalice to your lips and poured the rest of the nectar in.

"Let see you leave now," she smirked.