Chapter 10 - #010 a plate of overabundence

I awoke with bleary eyes. It had been a few weeks of conducting myself as Ishtar’s personal chef. Slowly I rolled out of bed before getting to my feet. It was becoming increasingly clear that a ghost could in fact get tired. But there was little I could do but suck it up. After it all it was my fault for slamming on the accelerator. “Any consummate professional, can survive a bit of crunch time” I muttered to myself rubbing the bleariness out of my eyes before starting to jog to the kitchen. It went against my cool guy image but quite frankly I didn't have the minutes to spare. The servants and spirits I passed in the hall gave me an up nod of acknowledgement. I had acquired something of a mystique as their goddesses' personal chef. Particularly when my cooking was having such visual consequences on the divine figure they worshiped. It would’ve been one thing if my presence simply manifested as her eating nicer food. But the volume had increased substantially. The goddess was gorging constantly of late. Which was in large part the reasoning for my hurried state. As nice as she was, Ishtar was still a goddess, and the very last thing I wanted was to see her hangry.

“Good...afterlife...spirts of mespotamia” I greeted the assistant and servant chefs who had been assigned to me. They glanced at me with a look of acknowledgement before returning to the preparatory work I had assigned to them. It struck me they must’ve been seriously lacking a sense of humor. Because that joke was just fantastic. Nevertheless, I joined them in the slicing dicing and seasoning that went into creating the dishes that would compose Ishtar’s breakfast. Now that the goddesses had been introduced to the fattening umami flooded world of meat her options had exploded. And so to had her appetite. At first Ani had helped by taste testing but it had soon become clear the volume of food was much too high, and she eventually sat it out. I didn't really need her guidance anyways. We were in the homestretch, Ishtar was so close to being satisfied. I just needed to feed her a big enough volume of culinary delights to do it. It was exhilarating to be so close. Even if it meant working my spectral ass off.

Eventually I got the first course of breakfast finished and I immediately took to carting It to where the goddess would be waiting in anticipation for its arrival. She would surely be awaiting it in the courtyard where she’d be deliberating over her people as usual. But when I arrived in the courtyard, I found myself profoundly struck by the silence of it. Ishtar hadn’t started deliberating. Instead, as I rolled the cart, her eyes were firmly locked on me and it. She offered an earthy chuckle at my entrance. “Look who decided to arrive, I just couldn’t stand the idea of thinking about such important matters on an empty stomach” she said with a sweet smile and greedy lick of her lips. I blushed a little at her teasing. Both out of legitimate slight embarrassment and because I suspected it would make her care less that I was late. Though there was one other reason I had to blush at the presence of the ancient Mesopotamian goddess.

She had gotten demonstrably and undeniably massive. The constant influx of new dishes and calories had the inevitable consequences that one could expect. Especially when she was consuming at the volume a goddess of plenty could muster. Her bottom half was as usual, noticeably tremendous in its girth, it filled her throne to absolute completion. Each hefty booty cheek was easily as wide as chair’s cushion and thus it was something of a miracle she had squeezed her divine booty into such a small space. Though despite the squeeze being miraculous I doubted it was too comfortable. For the fat assed double wide goddess whose thick hip blubber was pressed against the arm rests of her throne, even overflowing them slightly, like a pastry in a too small container. Her thighs had grown in proportion to the rest of her overfed posterior. Having become thicker and wider than her waist had been on our first meeting. I didn't know if it was her divine influence or a trick of the light that meant her bottom half still seemed so juicy despite it’s overwhelming girth.

I wheeled the food over to the gourmand goddess obediently as she let out another chuckle. A sound which caused the biggest part of her to wobble and bounce. The huge tanned dome of blubber that had become signature to her. The ball of lard that seemed to grow ever more massive with every passing feast. Her gut. It hung down to her knees, but it wasn’t because it was sagging. Her gut was pert and spherical. It simply accomplished that task by sheer volume of size. Even after she stopped her teasing laughter it continued to jiggle all the same for another half second or so. As I parked the food cart in front of it, she greedily licked her lips in anticipation. Her gluttony having grown so pronounced any shame she might’ve felt about it had faded. She was a goddess of plenty, and that meant eating and overabundance was her nature. Though I’d wager she’d be unlikely to say as much out loud. “So here we have..” I started to explain. “Ah...you can explain it while I’m eating it surely” she demanded with a dismissive wave. “Always happy to see someone so desperate for my cooking” I told her smugly. Though on the inside I was just happy to be saved the work of the explanation.

Leaning down to grasp her feast, her fat arms brushed past her oversized tits. Those had also grown on account of the goddess's newfound desire for delicious food. Bigger than her head they had a slight tear drop shape to them, that caused them to sit enticingly on top of her fat gut. Of course, when the rest of her had grown so fat, they seemed smaller by comparison. But they were more than enough to have me staring as she began to demolish the feast. They jiggled and wobbled bouncily as she gorged, occasionally having sauce spilled atop them, which would drizzle down from her cleavage to her belly. She had gotten so fat all over even her cheeks had a soft plumpness to them which lent her a rounded face. Overabundant in every aspect, a far cry from the fit but curvy milf I had encountered on my first day. “Mhmm, these are so heavenly to have been made by a mortal” she moaned. She hadn’t started deliberations. Instead, she was content to hog out. Her servants more than happy to watch their goddess in full bloom.

As she polished off the first meal she paused, letting out a moan of bliss. Before taking each of her fingers and sucking them clean, one after another, so as to avoid wasting any of the meal. Earlier she had been struggling to fit all of my meals into her middle, now I was the one fighting to match her immense divine capacity. “Just because I wanted to eat first doesn’t mean I didn't want to hear about these “modern meals” of yours” she informed with a playfulness to her tone. I paused realizing I had been staring and flashed a smirk. “I’d like to think they speak for themselves, but I suppose I can let you in on some trade secrets” I informed her salvaging some of my pride. She did eventually hear the issues of her people, but it was quite clearly second to her overindulgent hobby. I suspected it was fine, they were spirts in a divine paradise, I doubted they had any serious problems. My old task of feeding her grapes had fallen by the wayside as her waist had widened and such paltry offerings had become less satisfying than real dishes. But it hardly mattered to me, since it was my cooking she was gorging on anyways.

After deliberations were finished, we retired to her bed chambers where I took up my second duty of the day. While my assistants brought in the second course I had prepared that morning, it fell on me to massage the goddesses massive middle so as to aid her in making room for the next course. Of course, that purpose for it was never explicitly discusses. Instead, she insisted she simply liked the sensation. I teased her instead of admitting that I enjoyed the sensation as well. However odd as it was to massage such a massive belly. It was a new job, perhaps surprisingly given my long years of service. But there was something oddly fascinating about how jam packed it was. Especially when I had handcrafted the food it was desperately churning into more inches on the goddess's thighs. She would coo constantly through such encounters even when her mouth was full of the delicious dish. It was clear to me she was in constant pleasure. A far cry from the milquetoast contentment she was had experienced day in, day out before my arrival.

At night I became busiest of all, I would usually leave Ishtar too round and full to get up off her throne. Her servants would later transport to her bed chamber. So, I could start preparing her meals for the next day. That evening as I returned to the kitchen, I found Ani waiting for me amongst the other workers. “She’s fatter than the cows you’ve been feeding her, but there’s no denying she’s close to giving you what you want” Ani admitted despite herself. “Yes, as supposed to you who has nothing in common with those cows, particularly when it comes to milk producing organs” I said cupping my chest theatrically. She hissed in annoyance at my little joke and I cracked a smirk. “But I doubt her pleasure will increase past the threshold, if all you do is repeat the same routine” she added rather that bothering to retort. “Yeah, you’ve got me there...but I’ve got one last plan” I said stretching my arms out and cracking my knuckles, a terrible habit admittedly. The final dish for the first goddess. The deity of plenty of the ancient world of Mesopotamia. Was going to take a bit of work.