Chapter 29 - xxix: tahiti and victory

“Tahiti” the word echoed through my mind scattering my conscious at the sound. Casting my mind away till I felt my form return to me, my thoughts filling in again. The first one on my mind was of how immense I had been made the previous night. It was fairly easy to assess given there was a large mirror on the other side of the room for explicitly the purpose of doing so. Though It was too small to capture all of my enormity. My breasts were pressing on the floor, in spite of my sitting position, their boulder like girth resting in a lurid fashion on the hard wood floor. A gut was buried behind them, massive by conventional standards, but relatively speaking it was somewhat small, even if it buried my flabby legs completely. I was so swaddled in my own pale flesh I couldn’t properly appreciate the view of my ass. But seeing how its enormity broached the edges of the mirror and beyond it was safe to say that my figure had been balanced as usual. For a time, I found myself waiting. Left alone in my massive body. As the wait stretched out, I wondered if today would be the day she finally left me that enormous. The day she’d leave me immobilized. Putting me up to an “advanced position” like the others. The thought made me wet, though my pussy was too buried beneath my girth for me to anything about it. Slowly she let the anticipation and desire build. Let me feel myself grow closer and closer, but never providing. Letting me go ever so slightly mad with lust, but never allowing release. Only then did I feel her presence wash over me.

“Did my greedy slut eat herself into a useless blob again” her voice asked in my head rapturous and sexually charged. As close as I was it was almost enough to push me over the edge. But it didn’t and all I managed to do was let out a horny moan. “Yes” I answered honestly. My answer was met by a spike in my arousal that let me briefly delirious. “Yes who?” She asked my reeling mind. Somewhere within my lard I tried to buck my hips. Running on pure instinct at the sheer explosive arousal she had sent through my body. “Yes, my Goddess” I managed to purr out through flashing images of all sorts of degeneracy. That response cooled my lady parts a little. As the flow of raw desire tapered off ever so slightly. Leaving me reeling with my lust for her but mostly capable of thinking. “Would the slutty whale of a slave like to get off” she asked her tone playfully innocent. “Yes, my Goddess” I repeated in another breathy moan. I knew chances were high I wasn’t going to get what I wanted. But the thoughts of what she might do instead were only adding to the flow of things making me feel like Niagara Falls. “Hmm, you’ve been loyal…and in need of punishment just the right amount…I’ll do it personally” she explained in her regal tone. The mere though getting my heart beating faster at a point when I really thought I couldn’t get any more excited. “But first you’ll do your chores like a good “little” slave” she explained her voice holding an air of sarcasm as I felt her power suffuse my enormous frame.

Every inch of my fat felt squeezed by her immense power for a few moments, before slowly I felt it being reduced. Siphoned away to add to her own incomprehensible girth. Slowly I watched my size diminish, gazing at it as it was removed right before my eyes. The sea of my blubber receding like a tide. I closed my eyes in pleasure. When I opened them again, I expected to see the same slutty frame she normally returned me too. Sure, enough my tits were their usual melon sized monuments to her glory. My rear balancing them out, accommodated by a girthy enough pair of hips and thighs to make it clear my size was due to hunger not good genetics, But below my slutty rack was something new. A full blown jello belly. A gut jutting out so fat it was acting as a resting place for my impressive breasts. Beneath that gut I felt the same burning, untouched desire I had been feeling when I was a blob. I made a show of trying to get at my pussy to relieve myself. I knew it was a fools errand from the start. But I knew my goddess would appreciate the sight of my struggles. After working up a bit of a sweat trying to heave it out of the way and eventually giving up, I slid my collar around my neck and struggled to my feet. Having some difficulties with my new center of mass.

As first order of business I waddled my way through the open door and in amongst the crowd of followers. There was a decided tide to the flow of black robbed beauties. But most of them parted way for me by pausing to grope me in some manner. Many taking a keen interest in jiggling my new belly. My nudity making me the ideal targets for such things. I was their superior. But such was the way of her hierarchy, less clothes, less privileges, that was the indication of closeness to the goddess. For the most part I made good time in my approach to the pleasure room, driven onward by the fiery desire between my thick thighs.

The pleasure room had a few toys here or there. But it was my job to check up on the most popular one. Paris was immense. Not quite immobilized but bearing enough mass that even short distance walks were probably extremely inconvenient. But that wasn’t much of a problem for her given she was tied up. Leather binds connected to the floor and ceiling keep her tied around each limb. Holding her immense body up and keeping it displayed sexually. She was clad in nothing more than a black blind fold. I doubted she’d be seeing anything other than stars even if you took it off. On the rare occasions her mouth wasn’t being used, her plump lips were perpetually moaning in pleasure. She was in constant ecstasy even when her body wasn’t being use like the pleasure center it was. Her shape had been made more sexual for just that purpose. Her tits had been expanded, her belly reduced and her ass blown up to the point people could use it for seating as well as screwing. Her sexual caricature of a figure reminiscent of mine after a sufficient amount of fattening. The only thing covering her body was the various writings people had written on her. Records for how long they had screwed her. Measurements of her body parts. But mostly just demeaning terms.

I made a show of inspecting that she was suitably fed and hydrated. But the simple truth of that matter was that so many of our sect had fetishes for feeding she was more often overfed than starved. As I approached one of our iniates paused in the middle of using one of her tits as an exercise ball. As much as I appreciated her ingenuity, I knew mistress was watching and would take any opportunity to deprive of my pleasure later so I waved her off. I took the proper time to check her rolls, cracks and crevices and found that unsurprisingly everything was in order. I gave her an affectionate squeeze of her tits on my way out. More than a little desperate to move onto my next chore. Knowing my gut slowing me down was only going to drag out the delay in my gratification. The cafeteria was adjacent to the pleasure room for fairly simple reasons. Namely the fact that people would burn a lot of calories and get rather dehydrated in the process of seeking out their pleasures. There was a somewhat incongruous food line where people could grab any solid food their heart desired. The food uniquely enticing in a fashion which forced people to dig in until they couldn’t cram any more in. Not to mention highly caloric.

But solid food wasn’t my concern. I was there to check on the drink dispenser. Dakota’s tits were the largest of the mortals in the building. An extremely impressive feat, but unsurprising given they were the size of brewing kegs. She was suspended off the ground like Paris, with her tits dangling down for ease of access. The rest of her was immense but it was so small compared to her massive teats it barely warranted mention or notice. In fact barring her blind folded and ball gagged face, they were the only thing of her that any one ever seemed to notice. Her unreasonably giant tits were tattooed around the nipples with rings the color of rainbows wrapping around her areola. Each different band of color represented a different potential drink one could guzzle. You could theoretically fill up a mug but most people took far much enjoyment sucking straight from the taps. Her drinks were somehow even more fattening that the regular food. Any attempts to determine her maximum capacity had left with her still dripping and a very immobilized initiate. But never the less I made way over and ran my finger across her tattoos. Slowly watching as a rainbow stream of liquid sprang from each teat. She was perfect as usual. Meaning my job was finally finished.

As I finished my work I paused standing in place. Waiting and waiting till finally I felt myself start to sink into the shadows of the floor. Descending like quicksand as I was summoned to the dark place. I closed my eyes for the process and when I next opened them I was on the other side. It was a vast abyss that seemed to stretch outwards for all eternity. Contained within was my goddess. Her immense dark skinned body too large relatively to be contained with any mortal space. She grew somewhat proportionally meaning that it wasn’t all lard that made her enormity. But it was undeniably the main contributor. Her body was just infinite hills of lardy roll. As I descended into her neigh incomprehensible enormity I felt her presence in my mind and the pleasure returning buried beneath my belly. Building again as I grew closer to the infinite expanse of her girth. I stared into the abyss and I found shadows. Infinite shadows which seemed to stretch my consciousness away. Slowly my mind pulled away to empty nothing.