chapter 3

The goddess muses as goes down the table eating whatever strikes her fancy. Most of the foods are of human creation and she was behind the times. The taste however, was immaculate to her as she indulged, mindlessly packing away the delights of consumption. She found something she recognized as the leg of some bird covered in a crisp husk, immediately tempted, her hand darted for the leg as quickly as she got it into her mouth. Buttery yet tangy, then savory chicken; dark meat that melts in her mouth. Oh, she loved the sensation and reached for another and another after that. Once gone, she snapped her fingers and a platter of more appeared. She eventually observed the bucket and saw the logo of an old man with glasses. She smiled deviously and snapped her fingers.

You mumble in your sleep. The goddess thinks it is cute as she looks at you laying in her ginormous bed. When you stir awake she beams and hefts herself up. She has become very chubby, those rugged, smooth abs replaced by a pat of butter that hangs in its place. Her breast hang out more and are much rounder than before. Her arms are plump and shapely, her hips flare and flaunt past her shoulders. Her face, now dimpled, is cute and glowing. She likes the way you stare at her change, something about it makes her feel joy. As she strides was ripples in her flesh, she touches your foot and follows up until she stops at your own belly. She gives it a light squeeze and moans. Things begin to click in your primitive state and you are taken with arousal and she knows it.

"I can tell you want me, but I don't quite trust you yet. I took pity on you and let you into my home as I have many before; I want you to be the last as I have said to many before. But you will stay, because you yourself won't be able to." She whispers. "You won't be able to do much if I'm honest, because soon-"
She gives your belly a jiggle.
"This will be much, much bigger!"
You stare blankly.
"And when this is big enough, I'll let you have me." She bit her lip.

She snaps her fingers and the old man appeared with a bucket of chicken. Without breaking eye contact, she grabs a piece and brings it to your mouth.

"Now, eat."

You do as your told, particularly because of the smell; it's very intoxicating. This process repeats for an hour until you are to full to move. Your eyes droop. "Sleep it off, my love, we will try it again when you are awake." She whispers, whilst patting your bloated gut.