A Day in Your Life as a Fat Goddess

WARNING: CONTAINS EXTREME OBESITY, XWG, IMMOBILITY, STRUGGLES.

Your day begins when the sun's rays fall gently upon your eyes, causing you to stir from your heavenly slumber. You blink away the sleep as best you can, only to be met with the ravenous rumbling of your hippo-sized stomach. You try to reach for a feeding tube, but your massively fattened arms are too huge, and hunger saps away your strength. You cry out for help, and there I am ready to help you. I bring over a tube of heavy chocolate cream, place the nozzle into your mouth and switch it on. For the next hour, you gulp, gulp, gulp down your breakfast, swelling your stomach and sating your hunger.

After that, I shut off the nozzle, and spend another half hour tending to and rubbing your massively bloated belly, kissing and caressing your soft skin as I help your belly digest and make you feel better. For an extra treat, I crawl atop your immenseness, snuggle up against your chubby face, and nuzzle your nose and pepper you with kisses as I rub and massage your body. After you've digested an adequate amount of your meal, I crawl off of you and help you prepare for your day ahead.

From there, I help you roll over onto your belly, barely supporting yourself with your thunderous thighs and chonky arms, and guide you towards the trough. A lever is pulled, informing the team of chefs and offering-sorters to bring you your breakfast. In a matter of minutes, as your face hangs over the trough, a collection of jumbled breakfast foods slides down the trough and rests at your mouth. Bacon, sausages, ham and turkey, eggs (scrambled, poached, and any other way you can imagine), pancakes, waffles, and an assortment of other foods graces your vision as I tie your hair back in preparation. You then lower your chubby face into the mass of fresh, warm breakfast, and begin to feast. Mouthful after mouthful slides down your throat and into your waiting gut, filling you out more and answering your desperate hunger for food. As you unleash your gluttonous wrath upon your meal, I caress your back and bottom, trailing my hands up and down your vastness as I whisper softly into your ear...

"good girl~... gobble it all up for me~..."

As you finish breakfast, licking the trough clean, I guide you to the sink and help wash and clean your jowls and face. I take care of brushing your teeth for you and wiping the crumbs off, pausing now and then to kiss you and compliment your captivating radiance as I brush your hair and talk with you about silly things. Then, once you're all cleaned up, I guide you along a cushioned and velvet path down a comparatively narrow crawlspace, juuust barely big enough to fit through, if you crawl on all fours like the hog you've become. I gently pat your bottom urging you on, and guide you along the tight pathway into the indoor wavepool, specially built for someone your size!

I guide you into the room, and help you crawl towards the gently-sloping gradient of the pool; there's no need to worry about undressing, since you've transcended the need for clothes now. As your swollen gut touches the warm water, a relaxing wave of refreshing energy flows over you. I join in as well, carrying a soft sponge, shampoo, and soap; I spend the next half hour or so gently washing your immenseness, cleaning between every fold of fat and leaving no amount of your luminous skin unclean. I also take the time to jiggle and play with your blubbery body, sending waves of bathwater splashing about the pool. After we have our fun, I guide you to "shore", and dry you off on a soft, comforting towel, drying your hair and body gently and tenderly. I playfully cover your eyes with the towel, and steal a kiss while you're distracted, making you giggle and jiggle.

After this, I roll you back onto your chunky limbs, and guide you back along the narrow path. The sounds of an excited crowd can be heard as you approach the exit to the tunnel, which opens into a vast, recessed cuddle pit of cushions, elevated upon an altar.

Yours.

Surrounding the altar, your subjects behold their goddess gracing them with her heavenly visage, and erupt in cheers of joy. Many bow before your beauty, some kneel to pray at your altar, and all of them... have brought offerings of food to you. As you reach the center of your altar, your belly gurgles loudly, signifying your intentions and demands to your people.