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Big Sister of the Woods with a Thousand Pounds
🕑 Added 2020-10-16 17:08:03 +0000 UTCSpecial cross story reference with the legendary Kipteitei for his rendition of Chiyo-chan from "The Oneechan of the Woods with a Thousand Young"
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During a particular time in my life, I lived with my “Big Sister”.
Her gentle voice, the flowery fragrance of her hair and the softness of her body.
Oh yes, even now I recall them all distinctly.
Those days were everything to me.
It was shortly after my parents both died that I had found myself lost and alone. Distant relatives feigned concern and half hearted offers to help me, but I could still hear the emptiness of those words. I was the one left alone to settle my parent’s affairs and very quickly had to learn to grow up. Most nights, it would all become too much and I would fall to the floor and cry myself to sleep. At least, that’s until I met Chiyo-san.
From out of the blood stained circle, she rose before me, long squirming hairs as if cursed by the color of a moonless night. Her legs were adorned with dissonant hooves befitting a beast with legs and thighs to match and yet the human side was flawlessly white and voluptuous without a doubt. Demonic horns of a goat clashed with her angelic smile as malevolence contrasted with kindness in equal measure.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, one who took care of herself and emphasised her feminine walk and talk. Be she a devil or an angel, I could not have been so sure at the time but in that moment I could only take in all that was before me.
“Oh my, how strange, not kneeling or screaming at the sight of me? This surely is a first.”
The words could barely leave my mouth as I traced over every descriptive I could think of to encompass her form. She was young and beautiful with full breasts, a large rounded rear, plump thighs and a very plush stomach. I babbled my way through our first meeting, calling her an angel to which she could only laugh brightly from sheer amusement. She corrected my thoughts and informed me that she was so much more than either of the divine beings I had compared her to.
She called herself the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, one who would grant wishes in exchange for what I treasured most. Her hunger echoed through time itself as she explained her desire for tribute. The inky blackness of her eyes glimpsed into my soul as she touched me with her darkness. A being antithetical to humans, one which thinks nothing of our race and could never be understood by us was asking me my heart’s desire.
I see, so this is what it means to die. This is when everything ends.
I opened my mouth to speak my last words, hoping that I would at least glimpse that which I was lacking most.
“But first, small human, I will ask you a question.”
She cleared her throat and gripped the edge of her otherworldly skirt.
“You don’t mind that i’m so fat, do you?”
The darkness receded a little as her eyes reverted back to that of her human form once more.
“I-I don’t think you’re fat…”
“You’re not just saying that, because you fear me, right? I do possess quite the belly....”
A light, a glimmer perhaps to live a little longer.
“I-I think you’re...um...pleasingly plump.” I finished.
“Plump, eh? I have eaten well over the last millennia but you’re the first human to put it so...politely. Most would say I’m probably too big in hopes of getting out of having me consume their essence but I do not feel you are being dishonest…”
My hands searched the musty darkness as she leaned in against me. I searched in desperation for what my father had left me, amidst the stacks of old books and boxes. I felt my fingers brush against those weathered tomes and prayed for it to be the right book.
“No seriously! Take a look at this!”
A truly large woman was now between me and the summoned monstrosity, unfurling out of her centerfold. Her big breasts rode high on her great orb of a stomach with thick hips that bounced and rolled with every step. My father was always into bigger women and had hidden these from my much thinner mother but I knew where he had kept his stash.
Tendrilled hands took the pages from me as she scanned the porno intently. The pages of buxom beauties seemed to fascinate her, drawing her deeper into their bedroom eyes just as much as she had drawn me into hers. I watched as she put down the magazine as she came to a decision.
“Fuu-fuu-fuu, times have changed it seems. Is this what you want?”
I could feel the darkness of the room recede a little as the light of the basement took a breath as deep and long as my own. For all the tears I had shed and for those that were shed for me, I made my desire known.
“I want a family! I want you to be my big sister!”
Amusement was what I saw upon her face. Her tendrils receded further back into her hair as she gripped me by the shoulders in earnest.
“And what does a BIG sister do exactly?”
All wariness fell away as I took her question in earnest. I explained that we would spend everyday together, cleaning, reading, going out, and especially cooking and eating.
She pondered those final words, still wary of her size.
“Are you sure you want me to do this? There are women in this tome which are even bigger than me, you know?”
I told her that I did not care for even the embrace of a demon would be better than that life of lonely solitude and days counting down to nothing.
“And if I should grow from ‘pleasingly plump’ to ‘very fat’, how would you reply?”
I told her that I may never tell her to stop as long as we could spend our days together.
She took my small hands in hers and drew me close. Our tongues intertwined as she sealed our pact with a kiss. I watched as her horns receded and body transformed fully into that of a very full figured female woman wearing a sky blue sundress and hat.
I felt my consciousness fade as the smell of an unknown flower reich resembled a camellia’s pervaded my senses. An elegant but faint sound of breathing filled my ears as I felt myself slide into the warm embrace of an incredibly plush body as she carried me upstairs. I could hear her words echo against her breasts as she whispered them to me.
“Then in time, I will grow very fat, indeed.”
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Chiyo was spelt with the character for a ‘thousand nights’ and became the name I called her by. As time marched on, she most certainly kept her promise. We were out to lunch almost every day, where my new big sister would eat her fill. She ate the largest sundae and three big sandwiches at the local cafe, polished off by a stupendous dinner she whipped up herself complete with double desserts. Even while helping with the chores around the house, she was never without something in her mouth.
The big sister of the woods with a thousand young certainly did enjoy her food. In spite of our combined efforts to ensure the house was always fully stocked, we always found ourselves back outside having lunch or a snack on the way to the store. Within ten days her clothes were growing tighter which intrigued so as I had assumed them to be a part of her manifested form. As the weeks wore on, she went from tucking her folds into her dress to allowing it to peak out from under her skirt as she grew more confident in her size. In a few more after that, she had grown to match the woman in the centerfold.
“Am I getting too fat, small human?” she asked after dinner one night. She stood and did a little twirl for me to envisage her full form. I watched as her belly shook and jostled as she eventually completed her stately waddle to face me once more. “Is this too much to be your big sister?”
“No, not at all! I have friends who have spectacular older sisters! One of them even weighs well over five hundred pounds!”
She playfully pouted as she waddled out into the kitchen and returned with a gallon container of icecream and a serving spoon. She popped the lid and began to eat.
“Hmph! I will weigh much more of them all soon if that is what you desire! I will not be shown up by any lesser ‘big sisters’.”
As if to further emphasise her point, she forced her over tight clothing to burst from her figure, revealing the graceful sculpture of an overweight goddess. Every feminine aspect was exaggerated and overflowing, yet she was without a single blemish on her clear porcelain skin. Her tentacled strands gave way to silky black hair as every jiggling inch of her was as though she had stepped out from a work of art. All I could do was stare dumbfoundedly at this person who was not human yet possessed beauty beyond perfection.
My vacant stare caught her gaze as she mistook my stunned enamourment for fear.
“Oh my, I thought that I was pretty confident in my human disguise as I have lived amongst you for a time before....but outside of summonings and rituals, I guess I still have much to learn.”
She placed my hand upon her belly, allowing me to feel its softness. It filled every crevice between the depths of my fingers as I seized those warm handfuls of her fatness.
“If the biggest of sisters is what you desire, then we still have much to do. Come to the couch and feed me the rest of this and I will reward you with the softness called ‘family’ you desire.”
It was at the start of that summer when I would shed tears whenever my chest would tighten thinking about her warmth. It was this demonic big sister who could show me how to make that happen.
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