Kinktober 2022 #3: Body Worship

Am I being too literal with this one? Probably. Did I still enjoy every second of writing this? Absolutely. Also, this is one of my rare forays into writing about immobility, so if extra-supersized gals are your thing, this one's for you.

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Ella hadn’t meant to become a goddess. She’d been a quiet girl. Diligent and invisible behind thick glasses. A little chubby around the middle – not enough that anyone would really take notice, but enough to make people look past her. She took a solo posting on a small research station in the Arcis sector right out of university and was content with her quiet life. She spent her days observing the humanoids on the planet below, piecing together their languages and customs day by day.

But then the political situation on the core planets changed. Funding for exploration and research dwindled. Ella had expected to spend five years on the station and then return home, publish her research, and then find another posting somewhere else. She hadn’t counted on being forgotten just before the end of her fifth year, right as she’d started counting down the days until her transport would arrive.

She’d thought it was a fluke at first – that maybe things had gotten busy for her ostensible supervisors, and that was why they weren’t responding whenever she tried to call in and make her monthly reports. Then six months went by with complete silence. No messages from her family or friends back home, no check-ins from work. She tried to look for any news about her company, but she was so far out that data drops were exceedingly rare.

She did her best to find solace in her work, because at least that involved getting to hear the voices of other beings. She’d been at it so long that she was reasonably fluent in their language. She even knew some of her subjects by name. Without oversight and with entirely too much emotional connection to her subjects, though, research became less and less of a concern. Hearing their voices and witnessing their rituals from afar was the closest thing she had to a real connection.

Luckily, they were a fascinating people. Their planet was lush and green, and most of their society was based around agriculture. They seemed to have many rituals centered around ensuring bountiful harvests. Many of those rituals included statues that reminded Ella of the ancient Venus statues – Willendorf and Dolni Vestonice. Only, these figures were near-orbs with only barely recognizable appendages.

Parts of the station began to break down. Ella had rudimentary training on making repairs, but her limited supplies, know-how, and a foot-thick manual could only help her so much.

Eventually, Ella was down to just a couple hundred square feet of space with nothing much beyond the tools she used for her research and the food replicator. She hadn’t talked to another person in nearly a year, and each day seemed like it might be her last. She talked back to the people on the planet below her even though they could not hear her. She fell into the rhythm of their festivals. And… she ate. Because the food replicator was one of the only things that still worked perfectly.

Ella couldn’t have said exactly when it happened, but at a certain point she had a mindless, unspoken goal to stuff herself until it was all she could feel. The emptiness of space had addled her until the pain of a stomach about to burst (and would that be such a terrible way to go, if it did?) felt like relief. No more worrying about the collapse of her station or how she would get home. Just thoughtless enjoyment of good food and a swollen belly. The consequence of that was rather rapid weight gain. She went from a chubby girl to a fat one, and then a still fatter one. Given that she had no way to contact anyone, no way to return home, that seemed rather unimportant to her.

When the station finally gave out and she had mere hours to figure out what to do – stay with the station and die? Jump into the short-distance shuttle and shoot herself into deep space, hoping someone might find her? – she glutted herself one last time. At the very last moment, she squeezed herself into the shuttle and headed to the only place that seemed reasonably safe: the planet below.

It went against every protocol in the book. But she figured dying among people, even alien strangers, was better than freezing to death in deep space or burning up in the atmosphere as the station was ripped apart.

She didn’t count on the “strangers” being so welcoming of her. People from the closest city came to seek her out, having seen her shuttle come down. She understood them when she spoke, asking if she was hurt, if she needed help. Ella burst into tears at their kindness.

When she calmed down enough to reply to them, they were surprised she could speak to them. Some of them exchanged knowing glances. The stranger was more than a stranger.

She was seen by a doctor and confirmed to be in good health, and they provided lodging for her. To Ella, it all seemed rather luxurious, though of course she didn’t know what their usual standards were. Being able to walk around and stretch her legs after so long in the cramped station was a joy to her, even if she did find herself getting winded much faster than expected.

She was invited to a meal at the head city official’s home. It seemed impossibly lavish, and they encouraged her to enjoy everything to the fullest as they asked her all sorts of questions about how she had arrived on their planet. Ella was a font of information, lips loosened by good food and strong wine. She registered some looks of surprise at her appetite as the meal wore on and felt a little guilty. But her hosts kept piling more on her plate, and she had unlearned restraint some time ago.

By the end of the meal, they knew that she came from a distant place among the stars and had been alone for a long time. She had learned their language and customs from a distance, and their words had comforted her. They also knew she had a prodigious appetite unlike anything they’d ever seen, and the body to match.

Ella had not really seen herself in some time. She was aware that she had grown fat, but her isolation and confined quarters had kept her from realizing just how large and soft she’d become.

The reality was that she had thickened all over. Her thighs were nearly the circumference her pudgy waist had been when she’d first set foot on the station, and she had thick calves and plump feet to match. Her arms were similarly softened, blown up like dense marshmallows that wobbled as she reached for more food before her. Her upper arms were not yet quite so fattened that they had folded over her elbows and begun to encroach upon her thick forearms, but such a change was not far in her future.

Her face was spherical, with plush cheeks and plump chins that met her sloping shoulders. Not a hint of cheekbone or collarbone could be seen, both buried under inches of indulgence. Her chest had stored plenty of pudge, too, both breasts sitting atop the overgenerous shelf of her well-fed stomach, which was beginning to grow into a double belly. Her ass was large enough to make the bench her hosts had provided seem narrow as she sat upon it, overflowing in all directions.

While there were certainly fat people on this planet, Ella’s size and shape were fantastical in her hosts’ minds. As she sat back, having cleared half the table intended for a dozen guests herself, plump hands resting on her gurgling stomach, they were all in awe. And with the story she’d told, about being from the stars, and hearing them from afar? It didn’t take much of a leap for them to assume she was some kind of goddess.

The religious leaders in attendance discussed this possibility amongst themselves at first, not wanting to deify a stranger so quickly, even if she did look like the Great Goddess that had been spoken of since antiquity.

Meanwhile, Ella set to exploring the city, waddling around and meeting the locals, sampling delicious street food and admiring the alien architecture. The people were fascinated by her, a strange woman so large she seemed to constantly wobble, whose appetite was never sated, and who spoke to them like one of their own. She made fast friends with everyone she met, soaking up all the social interaction she’d been deprived of. It was hard to even miss home in such good company.

Word of her spread to neighboring towns and cities, and she became a sort of attraction. “Go to the Merchants’ Quarter in the capital and you might just get to see her,” people would say. Her choosing to eat at a given stall came to mean that the owner was set for life, people clamoring to try the same food she’d eaten.

After some months, with both Ella’s reputation and waistline continuing to grow, and seemingly no issues of concern regarding her behavior, the priests agreed that she must in fact be their Great Goddess.

Ella was moved from her previous quarters to a vast temple, despite her initial protestations. She tried to explain. “I’m not a goddess! I’m just a common woman, just like any of you.” But her apparent humility only endeared her to them further. And when she realized how comfortable her knew lodgings would be, and that she would have servants at her beck and call, and more food and wine than she could ever possibly consume, it got harder and harder to say no.

So, she became their Great Goddess. She didn’t quite let go of her old self. She insisted her temple be open to all. This planet wasn’t plagued by the inequities of her home planet, but she insisted that there always be food and drink available for anyone who asked for it. She was always available for an audience, and many came to sit at her table and listen to her stories of her bizarre home, amazed to be eating with a goddess.

She continued her trips out into the city, but her continually increasing size made it more difficult all the time. At first, they wanted to put her in a litter, carried around by her strongest servants, and she had cackled at that. “At my size? That wouldn’t last a month.” She wound up with an open carriage pulled by pack animals, allowing her to still see and talk with people but without turning into a panting, sweating mess who needed a break after only a few steps.

With the carriage at her disposal, she asked to travel to other cities, and did. Really, she was mostly in it for the tourism and trying all the new foods the planet had to offer, but it became a sort of religious tour, spreading word of the Great Goddess, come to them all in the flesh.

After her travels, where she was showered with feasts by local dignitaries and gifts of food by local people hoping it would bring them luck and money and good harvests, the carriage had grown rather snug. Getting back to her temple was more of a relief than she had predicted, especially now that she seemed to need help with everything. She hadn’t quite grown to the point of being too fat to feed herself, but she certainly didn’t say no when her most loyal servants volunteered.

Each day, she came closer to resembling those strange orblike statues she had seen during her time on the station. A very tiny part of her was alarmed by it all. She had spent most of her life thinking of herself as a scientist, an introvert, a woman no one would ever really notice. So invisible her own company forgot she even existed and abandoned her at the edge of known space, and then trauma-eaten herself into hugeness. And now she was just letting herself be pampered into immobility on the pretense she was a goddess? Ridiculous. She should put a stop to it right away.

But it was all too far gone. And, for all that her growing size was a bit of an inconvenience, she was happy. She was seen in a way she never had been before. The slightest smile from her sent people into rapturous joy they swore they would tell their grandchildren about.

So even though all of it was some kind of strange accident, and she now had people willing to make all kinds of offerings just for the chance to squeeze her belly (which had grown so large it obscured much of her immense legs) for a little good luck… she wasn’t complaining. Even though she needed assistance doing much of anything, even stuffing her endlessly hungry stomach, she couldn’t deny her life was better than anything she could’ve dreamed of. She hadn’t meant to, but whether she liked it or not, she was the Great Goddess. And damn it if she wouldn’t be so good at it that they talked about her for centuries.