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A Job for this Useless Goddess - Part 04
🕑 Added 2020-05-19 18:00:03 +0000 UTC
As Aqua continued to gobble everything that was put in front of her, she became more and more aware of just how much of those contributions were directly related to her failures. She was almost constantly eating now, from the instant that her chubby feet hit the floor to final moments of the day before she rolled her enormity into bed. She had suspected that she might have been getting a bit chubby but now she was sure of it.
“Another wonderful job today, lady Aqua! We look forward to your services again tomorrow!”
Aqua could only nod and wave before she made her way back to her room; her journey accompanied by a symphony of creaky floorboards.
Time passed with each day much like last as any attempts to persuade herself to engage in even the remotest amount of exercise was quashed by an eager waitress ready to serve her up any leftovers which had been ‘missed’ the night before. She had graduated from the fresh meats to at least day old bread, which was often accompanied by a stew to soften them up, all of which the water goddess dug into like a hungry hound. Whenever she ate she felt her mind drift into the realm of the automatic as one serving soon became ten. By the eleventh, she had consumed most of the breakfast rush leftovers which gradually transitioned into lunch meals without her even noticing.
It had taken gradually more and more food, but she always eventually reached that feeling of being so absurdly stuffed. A belly packed solid underneath all that wobbly fat demanded her attention as she allowed herself a chance to massage her belly in order to make room for more.
The feel of her softness against her fingertips was rather inspirational as her post lunch nap had imbued her with a renewed desire to be ‘helpful’ in the kitchen once again. Baking bread certainly looked easy enough and could be accomplished in Aqua’s mind by enough kneading and waiting around.
It was a sure thing.
She descended the stairs at the busiest time of the day, much to the surprise of the waitstaff. She had rarely been seen outside of her room for a while now and with so many orders flying out of the kitchen at breakneck pace, there wasn’t a moment for them to try and dissuade the gungho goddess from her new goal. She waddled her way into the kitchen and allowed her nose to guide her to the inhouse bakery.
“Outa the way! Let me show you how it’s done!”
The hip check she delivered to a junior baker was entirely unintentional, but completely unavoidable at her new girth. She grabbed hold of the dough and forced her weight down onto the floured surface.
“See! Now I can help! I’m not just good at eating you know!”
Aqua beamed the smile only the most self assured fools could muster as she lay into the dough like it was her own belly. Part of her belly was actually overflowing onto the tabletop and getting covered in a light dusting of flour. The further she leaned to roll the dough, the more she got herself intertwined with it as her belly congealed into the sticky mass.
“Wait, I can fix this!”
Attempting to separate her softness from that of the unshaped loaf proved more troublesome than anticipated without first having dusted her hands. The more she pushed into the sticky mass, the more she entangled herself, sending bits and pieces flying about the kitchen as she forcefully attempted to tug herself free.
“Oh, silly me! This just needs a little water!”
Magic may have been Aqua’s forte, but her limiting herself was not. It was like turning on a faucet which only came in ‘party trick’ size and ‘deluge’. She gave that metaphorical handle a literal spin as the purest of water rocketed from her fingertips.
On one hand, it did solve her problem as the stickiest of dough no longer clung to her belly or any part of her body. The only problem was it now clung to the walls of the kitchen as well as the faces and clothes of any waitstaff who had been unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast zone.
The Axis church were known for their tenacity but when faced with someone as equally infuriating, their dogged patience was starting to wear thin. The guilty goddess was forcefully pushed out of the kitchen and back up the stairs along with several trays of waterlogged meals which they hoped would keep her occupied for the rest of the evening.
Comments
NixWydra
I love the shape she's getting ! Murdelli is a genius when he draws fat bottom heavy gals
