Chapter 1

Note to the reader: this story mainly revolves around same size vore, it is an extremely unrealistic scenario. Most of my stories try to be at least kinda, sorta realistic, but this one will be more distant from reality. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.


Valery stood, with the hands of another potential priestess of gluttony locked in her own. After struggling with her for what felt like years, Valery's hands were becoming slick with sweat. Then she had a sudden realization, the other girl's hands were doing the same. Soon this fight would become a simple matter of luck, who slipped first would determine the winner and loser. No, Valery would not allow it, she couldn’t even entertain the idea. So Valery tried a desperate gambit and slipped off to the side, whirling under her rival’s arm to find herself behind the other girl. As the rival tried to turn and keep Valery in her sights it happened. Valerie grabbed the enemy in a bear hug and opened her mouth wide. Valerie was able to neatly fit her foe’s head into her mouth. Valery had to force her opponent deeper and deeper in her throat. Swallowing and gagging every so often as the other girl blocked off her throat. Amid the physical sensation was a wave of guilt, Valery would never even know this woman’s name. No, not a woman. A snack. Valery had to distance her mind from the humanity of her victim if she was to triumph here today. So, Valery swallowed the guilt of swallowing down a fellow priestess applicant. Valery grabbed the squirming girl and shoved the snack into her gaping maw, open far beyond what would have been possible even a day before. Valery just kept swallowing the applicant down. Valery gagged on her snack somewhat, but not enough to cause a serious problem. The process was obviously far worse for the victim, but even for Valery it was uncomfortable. Guilt magnified the discomfort of forcing an entire human being into her mouth and then stomach, which was left swollen and distended by the obscenely large load it now carried.

Valery could feel the other girl thrashing and squirming the entire time, and felt deeply conflicted about it. Because tbe pleasure was immense, Valery felt amazing, better than she had in her entire life by a wide margin. It was like Val had been starving for her entire life and had just gotten used to it, with only the tremendous weight and volume of an entire person able to satisfy her hunger. This feeling, combined with the guilt of killing another, was the cause of her conflicted mind. An older woman in the green and gold raiment of the church appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, to take Valery by the handful and guide her out of the odd little arena.

Valery honestly hated the temple of gluttony for putting her into this situation, but still she was impressed at the power they wielded, allowing their priestesses to simply swallow a person whole like a snake. Even the application process was an orgy of absurd consumption. A series of one on one battles, where victory could only be gained by devouring your opponent in a display of the gluttony upheld by the temple. The application process was almost certain death. Every year the temple would burn through dozens of applicants to coronate a single priestess. In recent years their number of applicants and been shrinking to such a degree that the temple began offering a tremendous sum of money to the families of fallen applicants, causing a sudden surge of desperate contestants, wanting to dredge their family out of poverty. This lead to Valery’s family essentially selling her to the temple in order to shake off mounting debts.

Valery allowed the elder priestess to guide her forward. As the adrenalin faded Valery was able to get a better look at her guide. The priestess wore an oversized raiment, the cloth itself was an emerald green in honor of the serpentine goddess of gluttony. The clothing was adorned with golden metallic plates, each inscribed with a name. Each plate represented the priestesses the wearer had consumed. This priestess had only one, resting on her stomach, which pressed out well beyond her humble chest. As they moved Valery realized something. No, the priestess was far from flat chested, her stomach was just so large that it made her chest seem small by comparison.

Eventually Valery found herself in a small room, sharply furnished, with the exception of a massive bed. The priestess only spoke once the door was closed, “Congratulations on your first victory young one. May you become even more prosperous than I.” The priestess pat her swollen. Stomach as she spoke, emphasizing her own “prosperity.” The priestess continued. “You will be given one week to digest your meal before the second round begins. Then we shall see if you shall proceed to the third round.” Valery answered “Thanks for everything, but I must ask you, how many rounds are there before a new priestess is chosen? The woman Sighed deeply, slumping her shoulders, before saying “I honestly don’t know. It depends on how many applicants we have this year. Those matters are decided by a higher ranking priestess than I.” Valery nodded before a gurgling sound emanated from her stomach. The priestess then smiled and pat Valery’s stomach, saying “Sounds like your having less trouble than most do with their first,” and she paused for a few seconds, searching for a word. Eventually she settled on “Victory. Your first victory. You shall be left to your own devices while awaiting your next match, if you leave your room and turn left you will find the restrooms and bath. If you go right you will find the kitchen.” She then spoke in a hushed tone and said “Here’s a secret tip. Eat all you can, grow fat. Many of the new contestants have difficulty with swallowing larger opponents, so the bigger you are the more likely you will find an opportunity to devour another. We call it the blessing of the goddess. She wants her priestesses as large as possible, so it is only natural that playing into that should aid you in her challenges. I understand that food likely sounds sickening and inedible for a few days after using the first blessing given to you to swallow a contestant whole. But try to eat as soon as you can. The first to do so often wins the whole event too.” And she stepped into the hall without giving Valery a chance to answer.

Once the priestess left Valery had a thought. Food didn’t sound sickening at all. If anything she felt emptier with each moment that passed. Valery was actually looking forward to seeing if she could replicate the feeling she had experienced in the arena without killing someone for it. She desperately wanted to feel that again, and would have to use some restraint to not play the part of the ravenous beast if other food wouldn’t do that for her.

But it wouldn’t, not even close. By dinner time Valery found herself missing that feeling and wanting to test whether normal food would do the same for her. So, despite the priestess ad her prediction, Valery stepped I to the hallway and headed toward the scent of cooking meat, wafting down the hall from the kitchens. Shortly after Valery found herself in the temple’s dining hall, where she saw a line of people lining up to get something that smelled delectable and meaty.

Valery got in line behind a priestess. Like the one who spoke with Val in her room, this priestess was overweight, she had a gigantic butt and wide hips that made Val think of what she’d been told earlier. Valery could scarce imagine even fitting her mouth over such giant hips, granted, she would have thought that her first snack couldn’t fit in her mouth. As she waited Valery fantasized about that feeling of fullness and how much better it would feel with nice, plump prey like this one. “Prey?” Valery said, “What’s happening to me?” the woman with the big hips must have heard this, as she turned around to face Valery, as she said “Oh? Sounds like you’re new, don’t worry. We all think that when we f-“ then she looked Valery straight in the eye and asked, “Wait, who are you? No offense. But I know everybody here and I don’t recognize you.” Valery smiled and explained “Oh, you aren’t wrong. I’m not a full priestess yet. I had my first applicant test today.” The woman looked down at Valery’s stomach. It still looked full and round, and Valery felt almost painfully empty. The feeling of fullness from swallowing the oth- the snack. Yes, just a snack. Upon noticing Val rubbing her stomach the woman said “Wait, you just had your first today and you’re already hungry again?” Val shook her head and said “Oh, no, I’m not hungry at all. I just want to see if I can recreate that feeling of fullness that my snack gave me at the end of the contest.” The woman smiled, but a drop of sweat fell down her face, ruining the, otherwise perfect, mask that the priestess wore. “Oh,” she said with a, clearly forced, smile. “You can’t. We call that feeling voracious euphoria, and you only get it when you use the blessing of the goddess on another person.” Val frowned and said “I’m sorry to hear that. But I have to try.” The woman nodded and said “Oh, okay.” With a vacant expression, like her mind was elsewhere.

What was her deal? Valery thought to herself, but no matter. Val had a sensation she’d never had before this nonsense. For her entire wait Valery felt like he had to eat something, anything, she felt almost painfully empty. Yet, at the same time she still felt uncomfortably full. It was an odd contradiction of sensations that consumed Val’s focus for the rest of her wait in line.

Upon getting to the front Valery got a small bowl and a fork, to see the source of the meaty scent. Behind the counter was a man with a large spoon, standing before a huge vat full of rice, a second with small pieces of beef, and a third with mixed veggies. Valery put her tray on the counter and said “Is it too greedy to ask for extra? What am I talking about. This is the temple of gluttony, please give me the most you can.” The man with the spoon said “Sorry, temple staff and applicants only.” In a gruff tone, Valery said “Oh, but I AM an applicant.”


Meanwhile, in the throne room of the high priestess a familiar woman knelt before a, gigantically fat woman. The wide hipped priestess said “I am sorry to interrupt your meal your grace, but I bear news that you have requested.” The tremendous woman leaned forward, wearing a far more heavily decorated raiment that was more gold than green at this point. The high priestess was breathing heavily between words to say “You, may, speak.” The priestesses never moved from her position bowing as she said “A girl appeared in the food hall looking for a meal.” The high priestess seemed bored and merely motioned for the woman to continue. The wide hipped woman said “She had finished her first trial earlier today, and she still desired more food. She even said that she wasn’t hungry, but said that she had to eat more, even when I told her that she would experience euphoria no longer.” The high priestess simply said “Thank you for your report.” And motioned the wide hipped woman to leave. Once she was gone the high priestess said “Either the end is nigh for our order, or this is a pretender,” then produced a large, golden bell from a pocket in her robes, ringing it as she did. A servant appeared and the high priestess didn’t even wait for the servant’s supplication before saying “Double my standard order for dinner. I must fatten myself further, for soon I may become a meal for the goddess herself, if not I need to be too fat for the pretender to fit into her mouth.” The servant bowed and hurried out toward the prisoner's quarters. “Can I even stomach ten criminals sentenced to death?” The high priestess muttered to herself, “Of course I can. If my stomach ruptures than I am not worthy to be the high priestess of gluttony.


Over the course of the week Valery ate till she felt like she would seriously injured herself if she had any more. She did this for every meal, not stopping until her stomach screamed that she would die or vomit if she had one more bite. She would then endeavor to keep herself that full until it came time to sleep. Yet, no matter how much she ate, Valery could not manage to recreate that feeling that stayed in her mind. “I guess the priestess was right. Maybe that feeling of euphoria only comes from swallowing a person whole.” Even after making this realization Valery felt driven to continue her endless feast, shoving as much food as she could manage into her mouth at all times. On some level Valery realized that she shouldn’t be physically able to eat as much as she did, engorging herself on a week’s worth of food each day. Maybe she really was blessed by the goddess. Valery still felt ill at ease. She would feel euphoria again each week until the application process was done. But she feared that only having that feeling once a week may be too much to bear. Valery was aware that her plan to not eat anybody out of pure desire seemed less realistic by the moment.

By the time that the second duel came all feelings of hesitance or fear were gone, consumed by one simple feeling. No, not a feeling, a need, Valery didn’t fear death any longer, all she felt was a rabid desire to feel that euphoria again. A need so strong that she didn’t even feel nervous when she was taken out to a familiarly sandy little battleground. Val was very much aware that she was slower than before, heavier, more prone to tiring out. But she didn’t care, all of those issues would only become more intense as she ate the other applicants, so she figured she’d better get used to it.

When the other applicant showed herself Valery was consumed by the need to feed. The hunger grew so strong, that she couldn’t think of anything else. Valery sprinted toward the poor girl. This one had dark skin and hair, but Valery took no notice of that. She simply sprung into the air, tackling her next meal to the ground. As the terrified snack tried to scramble to her feet Valery was already upon her, leaping toward her victim. Valery was only able to get ahold of her snack’s feet before hitting the ground, but that was enough for her. Valery’s mouth opened up until all that could be seen of her face was a gaping void. As her, now slightly pudgy, arms took ahold of her target Valery somehow opened her mouth even wider and dragged the woman into her mouth feet first. Even as the applicant sank into her stomach Valery’s mind turned to her next meal. She needed more than one victim, even if this snack had recently consumed another. Then Valery’s mind went blank, consumed by pleasure, drowned in endorphins and the rush of victory, Valery wished this feeling never had to stop. She knew that this was the only true fullness, and that her hunger would only grow worse each moment she did anything but devour another “snack.”

Valery didn’t even remember the priestess bringing her to her room this time. An inky blackness engulfed the bloated girl's mind. When she came to Valery had an insane thought. She was hungry, terribly hungry.