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Suwako WG/BE - Goldfish Theory 02
🕑 Added 2020-12-29 13:46:36 +0000 UTCA revolution was indeed on the rise.
All those funds now flowing into the shrine like never before, the two goddesses and their shrine maiden found their workloads increased like never before. With so many prayers and blessings to be undertaken in exchange for offerings which had to be eaten, there was simply no time to even think twice about the weight which was slowly creeping upon their figures.
Suwako in particular was the most popular, ensuring that the vicious cycle of consumption and growth was completed each day in earnest as she set about blessing her faithful with a glimpse of her bounty. Flat chested women seemed to be a particularly keen to receive her blessing in hopes that they might one day achieve such luscious, ripened melons to call their own while men equally approached her in turn in hopes of finding women who had just such aspirations.
As such, the Moryia shrine soon became a go to hot-spot for hopeful singles, paid with an admission fee of but a simple offering of food.
The frog goddess contemplated the self fulfilling prophecy she had established as she nibbled on a meat bun left behind by a devoted faithful who had sworn to others that after feeding her, his own wife's chest erupted out by a full two cupsizes. He had failed to take any credit for the fact that her appetite had likely helped her get there as she too appeared to be a full two cupsizes larger in quite a few other places too.
"We need to expand business."
Rumors would do the work for her as the tales and offerings spread far and wide through the village. Inundated by so many treats, Suwako had never considered the possibility that she might literally be biting off far more than she could chew. Her jaws ached from all the mochi she had to devour at Sanae's behest as it would be improper to let it spoil and they were made particularly for her.
Fatness would soon encroach upon her in more places than her chest which seemed to hang larger and lower by the day. Her boobs were now absolutely immense and took up most of her small frame as her outfit was stretched to its limit. The pale globes hung freely underneath the draped fabric which already appeared to be like too little butter spread over far too much jiggling bread. Doughy how the rest of her was becoming as she felt her panties too slide into the folds which were quickly forming at her hips.
As her fame spread, so too did her appetite, with cheese becoming a staple along side the sweet and savory treats she forced her body to endure day after day.
Food, faith and housing were all reaching their limits as she considered once more how better to expand her options.
