Fat Game Women x Male Readers (Slow Update)

The Ritual (Cult of the Lamb)

Lamb x Reader

Art by veryfilthything

"You poor unfortunate soul," said the calm yet seductive sheep. She put a hoof to my chin and raised my head to meet her black rectangle pupils. Her small smile made her chubby cheeks dimple as we just peered into each other's eyes. Her eyes fell so warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold world I was abandoned into.

"Come and you'll never suffer ever again." With her other hoof she extended it to me, waiting for me to accept. Almost without hesitation I grabbed it.

~

Life in the colony was amazing as I was hammering on the next outhouse. I had picked up the skill of carpentry and I never felt more accomplished in my life. I wiped my brow and took a step to admire my handy work.

It's amazing how fast the colony grew. Everytime my Mistress went out on her expedition she would nearly always bring back another lost soul to add to our happy family. They always looked so scared and lost but I could relate as I was the same when I first came here a year ago.

As I put away my tools I feel my ring. It was a new sensation as I looked at the golden ring around my finger. I smiled as I still couldn't believe that the Mistress and I are married. That was such a night to remember. I'm so happy that I didn't even mind that I was just one of many.

"Oh hey Y/N!" Yelled a feminine voice from behind. I turned around to see one of my first friends since coming here to the colony Sally, a rotund deer. Her hefty frame bounced and jiggled in her robes that made my lust rise, embracing it as the Mistress told us to do. She also encourages the females to over indulge and the males to be buff, and I'm not complaining.

"Hey Sally, what's up?"

"Hi Y/N, um I want to talk to you about something really important," she said nervously as she fidgeted with her hooves.

"Yes?" I asked as I patted the dirt off my robes.

She looked back and forth and all around seeing if anyone was listening. "Um, I have been thinking..."

"That is not a good sign," I said as I lost some of my smile.

"No, it's just, I was thinking how you and I could go off and um, go make our own lives, together." Sally smiled weakly.

"What?" I said confusedly.

"Shhh, they might hear us," Sally said her eyes shifting back and forth fearfully. "Look Y/N I think it's time for us to go on our own, away from the colony," Sally spoke in a hush tone, trying to be delicate with the topic.

"But why? I love it here, I have a purpose, I have a home, I have a wife!" I said proudly with a smile.

"We'll be able to make a new purpose, our own purpose," Sally pleaded.

"Sally what's gotten into you? As the outsiders have been getting to you?"

"Y/N you're going to be sacrificed!" Sally blurted out before covering her mouth with her hoofs.

"What?" I said confusedly.

"I... I overheard you were going to be sacrificed by the Mistress tonight," Sally said somberly as she lowered her head.

"I..."

"Please come with me. We can start anew. We can be happy together!" She begged with a pleading smile.

"I... I don't believe you." I said with conviction.

Sally's heart sank.

"My Mistress will never do such a thing. She loves me and I love her. Now leave you blasphemous woman!"

"I...," Sally said with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry." and with those final words she ran away.

That was the last I saw of her. Apparently they said she quickly packed up her things and left. I maintain my faith in the Mistress, the one who saved me from oblivion.

~

Dark was upon us and it was time for our nighttime service. The blood moon rose high into the sky as I entered the candlelit wooden cathedral. At the elevated pedestal was my beloved, the Mistress the Lamb.

Her chunky body oozed sexuality. From her jiggling supple breasts only being modestly covered by her pure white wool and her crimson cape, to her soft round black belly that hangs below, covering her crotch, and finally her voluptuous child bearing hips and juicy bubble butt, she was the apple of my eye and everyone in this room.

"Gather my loyal followers. Tonight we are going to perform a special ritual!" She exclaimed as she stretched her plump arms upward into the crowd. "And to help me with this ritual I call upon my beloved Y/N!" The congregation clapped as I stood up and walked up to the pedestal with pride.

"Brother Y/N you have been faithful for a whole year and I wish to reward you in front of everyone. And with this new ritual I was taught from The One Who Waits it will be an experience you'll never forget." The Mistress walked around the pedestal and to me, her gorgeous rotund body moved like waves over the sand, gentle and rocking back and forth.

"My dear take off your clothes so we shall begin," she commanded with a powerful voice and a sinister smile. I quickly obeyed her as the congregation surrounded us in a large circle. With her strong hoof she pushed me down to the floor, in the center of a pentagram. Then, she danced.

Her chunky hips bucked back and forth as her round stomach bounced up and down to the rhythm to the hymns sung by the congregation, their unholy song growing louder and louder. Her black eyes slowly turned crimson as the shadows from the candlelight flickered into unnatural shapes, dancing along with the Mistress.

I became enchanted by the Mistress's dance, my eyes going to her dark pillowy stomach as it swung like a pendulum. Then at the zenith of the song the Mistress fell to her knees and our lock and key fell into place. We both moaned in unison as her dance never stopped.

The pentagram began to glow and the room's darkness amplified while the shadows never disappeared. The Mistress's eyes grew sinister as her heavy hips rolling intensified.

Despite the pleasure I was feeling I was starting to feel drained as if life was being sucked right out of me. My eyes were transfixed on her glowing eyes that I failed to notice the changes between hers and mine body.

My body was starting to shrivel, its muscle mass was being depleted and the bones of my body were beginning to show. In contrast the Mistress's body grew, her ample chest surges outward as gravity tugged it lower over her stomach, while her stomach expanded, growing like dark dough over my abdomen, its softness growing heavier. My pelvis strained as her butt grew over my legs, covering more and more of me as her hips encompass my entire lower half of my body. Even her height grew a couple of inches.

By the time I even was vaguely aware what was happening it was too late and I was too into it to care. I was now just skin and bones when she leaned over and hung her face over mine, her larger chest consuming my upper body.

"Thank you for your devoted fidelity, you was one of my favorites," the Mistress said lovingly with a oozing sickly smile. And with my fading consciousness she pressed her plump lips onto my partch mouth and she gave me the kiss of death.