Prompt of the Week - Week 61

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Hyper/Extreme Hyper, Weight Gain, Hyper Tits/Ass, Unaware Growth

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Sometimes, the bun wondered why every single temple seemed to be built in the middle of deep, inaccessible jungle, given that most of them still saw use, and even the ones that hadn’t had only been abandoned for a few short years; maybe it was the fact that they were in the middle of the jungle that made everyone stop showing up for the services, because really, who wanted to make a trek through miles of dense greenery while fending off the local wildlife just to hear a priest ramble on about whatever was on their mind that day? Still, plenty of goodies to be found, especially around that area of the world, as the adventuress had come to learn; gold foil, just flat-out gold, plenty of jewel-encrusted everything to go around so long as she remembered to bring extra bags, Martha knew for a fact that she’d be leaving the temple a much, much richer bun… at least until she returned to civilization, at which point most of that wealth would be promptly spent on whatever random whims came to her; wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t. Weeks she spent tracking down her next target, then days wasted trying and failing to get a guide before the bun threw herself into the jungle all by her lonesome, only to waste nearly a month just getting to the damned place; with her supplies running low, and the nearest tribe being a couple of days away on foot, Martha had initially intended to just scout ahead to see what was in store for her before turning back around, but after seeing what the temple was like, the bun just couldn’t resist it. She had expected something grandiose, absolutely, and plenty filled with riches of all kinds, but when the adventuress broke free from the treeline and emerged into the vast clearing the temple was constructed in, all of her expectations were blown clean out of the water: not only was the whole space cleared of all trees, leaving behind only short grass that seemed perpetually stuck in early morning, with dew clinging onto every blade, but the clearing seemed bathed in unnatural light as well. Rather than the peak of noon, the sun seemed to hang lower, keeping the temple and its surroundings in something just above twilight, giving it the look and feel of a calm, isolated little slice of heaven where one could go to and simply forget about the rest of the world. It was certainly possible that it might be enchanted to be that way, especially with how odd the grass looked; or, alternatively, the whole thing was a glamour and the real temple was a ruin that’d be revealed to her the moment the bun tried to make off with any part of it. That said, in between the sudden drop in temperature from blistering to merely mild, the sound of babbling brooks coursing through the ground and the overall sense of peace and quiet, Martha almost forgot about why she’d gone there in the first place; even when she remembered, her body had somehow walked on its own towards one of the many bushes growing around the temple, which she found were laden with fat, juicy berries, the kind that really shouldn’t grow in that climate… or continent, really. They were delicious as well, with the bun just mindlessly consuming a handful before even considering the possibility of them being poisonous, only to then discard said thought as she wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand; the berries were just too good to pass up, and before long Martha was on her knees, picking the bush clean and eating whole handfuls of the delicious snacks, her mouth tinged a light purple as the juices ran down her chin and dripped onto the ground. Her stomach, oddly enough, never felt full, though for some reason her chest did; the bun chose to believe that it was because she’d forgotten to swallow properly, rather than face the reality of what the berries had done to her; besides, there was a whole temple to explore, so there was no time to worry about extra weight on her shoulders. Ignoring the bounciness, Martha turned to face the temple and resumed her trek towards it, making sure to stop at every bush along the way to grab yet another handful and shovel it into her gullet; at no point did she pay attention to how much every bite made her chest feel tighter and heavier, or how the seams on her pants were groaning far more loudly than they had been before. Neither did she care about how her thighs were rubbing together significantly more frequently than they ever had, or the sheer degree of jiggle that her body seemed possessed of; hell, by the time the bun reached the temple proper and had to start looking around the tiered pyramid for a way in, most of her clothes were already in tatters and she hadn’t even noticed! Only the berries mattered, and the many varieties of them as well, as the closer she got to the mains structure, the bigger and more delicious they became, to the point where, eventually, a single one was bigger than a strawberry would be, and far denser as well. The bun seemed incapable of realizing that anything was happening to her, even one hand was bringing a juicy snack for her to take a huge chunk out of while the other sunk deeply into an asscheek wide enough for the hand to vanish all the way up to the wrist; she’d take a whole mouthful of berries, chomp them down, savour the juice, and then not even blink when her already-swollen udders grew fuller still, oddly-tinged milk not so much dripping as firing out from both of her nipples, the sloshing coming from within only growing louder with time. This was to say nothing of the thunder thighs and flared, motherly hips she sported, so wide that the bun could hold still and have her arms draping at a noticeable angle rather than simply straight down. None of this, however, pierced through Martha’s perceptual filter, which seemed intent on keeping the bun from noticing that not only was she taller than before, but her whole body was just so much bigger than it had been; the only thing that went through was her hunger, her need to stop at every bush and strip of everything edible, enough so that, after a while, she was ripping out whole brambles and carrying them with her, unable to just stop at one bush before moving on. She left behind her a trail of destruction, though unbeknownst to the bun, this would be fixed soon enough; assuming she managed to turn around and leave, the adventuress would find that all shrubbery she had devoured had magically regrown their berries, far fatter and even juicer than before, a bountiful feast for her to delight herself with. That is, assuming she had the mental capacity to turn around; Martha had convinced herself that she was just going to take a short look inside before heading back to the nearest village, but the closer she got to the entrance, working more off of instinct than anything else, the more the bun forgot that the village even existed at all. The whole point of returning was to gather more supplies, but with the temple providing everything she needed to survive, why ever bother to leave? And not just her more solid sustenance either; all she had to do was bend down by a stream, conveniently ignoring how doing so was, for some reason, far harder than before, then open her mouth and let the cool waters run into it. While the bun was consciously aware that water wasn’t meant to have a taste, she chose to chalk up the one she was experiencing to the streams being mineral-rich, or some other equally nonsensical excuse; what mattered was that the water was delicious, and every gulp she took was more delectable than the last. That every gulp also left her ass fatter, to the point where it ended up being a good two-thirds of her total body mass by the time she was done, didn’t seem to matter, nor was it something that Martha’s conscious self seemed bothered to notice; what mattered was that her thirst was slaked, at least for the time being, and thus the exploration of the temple proper could begin. Granted, the front door, a large stone slab inscribed with glowing runes, was closed, but that seemed hardly important when the bun could just wave her hand and demand that it open for her; she was the adventuress there, so who was the temple to deny her its riches? It’d light the damned torches back on too if it knew what was good for it, lest Martha decide to snap her fingers and have the whole thing crumble into itself.

This didn’t strike her as odd, of course. Not until she crossed the threshold and the glamour fell off.

In an instant, a veil was lifted from behind her eyes, with everything rushing back in to let the bun know what she’d missed: the weight, the sounds, the sense of touch as she found her hands to be enveloped on all sides by soft pudge, it was as if she’d fallen asleep on reaching the clearing and only woke up after entering the temple proper… several times larger than she had been before. In her panic, Martha could only twirl around in her spot, trying to get a good look at herself and only growing more desperate with each new discovery, her mind awash with every catastrophizing thought that had, up until then, been kept safely away from her: how was she going to walk back to the tribe’s village? How was she supposed to put clothes on? How was she going to live her life now that her tits were producing milk? All questions that ran through her head several times over before she noticed that the amount of light around her shifted slightly, turning around just in time to see the temple doors finally close properly, an automatic mechanism deploying a series of locks keeping them nice and tightly shut. Her eyes wide, the bun’s ears fell down onto her back as her wild expression turned to one of dejection; she didn’t even try to run towards the exit to bang on it, knowing full well that such a course of action would be pointless. The only way out, assuming there was one, clearly lay somewhere deeper into the temple complex itself; given the changes wrought to her body, it was obvious that she’d been the target of some kind of initiation ritual, or a trial of some kind, not unlike others that the bun had seen before in other locations… it just so happened that this one was significantly lewder than any other, to the point where, after the initial shock wore off, the thoughts intruding upon Martha’s mind were not at all negative. Quite the contrary, in fact, as ultimately it had been her going through the transformation, and it had been her who made the decision to gorge herself on the berries; the temple and its surroundings’ magic had only lowered her inhibitions, not changed anything about her, as Martha would be lying if she said she’d never pictured herself with proportions like the ones she was wearing at that time. Cursed with a body that refused to thicken in any meaningful way, more than once the bun faced a full-body mirror with nothing else on her but her birthday suit, wondering what it would be like if there was just… more. And now, though she had no reflective surface to admire herself in, she knew that it was there, knew that if she found something to admire herself in, she’d see it: the absurdly exaggerated hourglass figure, the ample bosom, the warm milk running down her front; it was enough to get her to bite her tongue gently just to keep the thoughts away, knowing as she did that it was imperative that she keep moving, for her own sake. No sooner has she begun to accept this new self, however, than a panel on the wall next to her began to slide open; it was so loud that Martha had no recourse but to flinch and jump backwards, letting loose a moan when she both heard the slorshing coming her tits, and felt the ridiculous amount of jiggle that came when her feet touched the ground and the shockwave coursed through her body. The adventuress had expected a trap, perhaps even a deadly one, but instead what she received was… a plate. A full plate, in fact; the bun could barely stop herself from drooling reflexively once she saw that she had just been presented with a small pile of berries, glistening under the light of the torches as if they’d just been cleaned in cool spring water. She didn’t question their appearance; around the section of the wall that had opened to produce the light snack were other engraved panels, and it was only when Martha pried her eyes away from the meal that she noticed these depicted some sort of feast, with oddly curvaceous humanoids gathered around a large table laden with fruits and the very familiar berries on them. Strangely enough, the way the engravings were done created a sense of perspective to them, as if the bun was staring at a scene that went further into the stone, leading up to the master seat… where she was standing, and from where the plate was presented. Clearly, it was meant to serve as an offering, a tribute perhaps, to whoever came into the temple: they were the guest of honour, and as such it was their job to shut up and eat when food was offered to them. So really, why say no? How could she say no?

Martha took a step forward, her nerves significantly calmer. The berries on the plate seemed to grow, though the bun was happy to chalk it up to her just being closer; she kept chalking it up even when she reached her destination and each of the juicy snacks was bigger than an apple, and so dense that they felt like a lead ball in her hands when she picked them up and mindlessly brought them up to her mouth. One bite, then another, and before she knew it, the bun was gorging herself once again, unthinking, uncaring, moaning whorishly loudly whenever her windpipe was clear enough to actually produce sounds. It didn’t seem to matter how many of the berries she ate, as even when the plate seemed close to empty, the adventuress merely had to look away and then back for it to be full again, providing an endless feast for her to delight herself on. And with every bite came more of her: a fuller pair of breasts, taking up so much space in front of her that, eventually, she was leaning on them as beanbags of sort, with each milktank having grown so large that it squished softly against the ground, lightly purple-tinged milk leaking in gallons from her teats, the ground around her increasingly messy. Every bite left her asscheeks fatter, until the bun could feel the wall behind her… though, for whatever reason, said wall kept pushing back every time she did, seemingly providing more room for her to grow into, not that Martha minded. Every bite, and her thighs thickened considerably, until she was left with two legs so enormous, and a pair of hips so wide, that it was doubtful whether she’d even be able to walk at all, at least without causing so much rubbing that her mind would be set ablaze with each motion. Each bite, and her body in general seemed to burgeon outwards, just barely keeping up with the changes to her assets, just barely enough to keep her on the right side of mobility if she truly wanted to be; of course, the plate needed clearing, the berries needed eating, and as such, moving from her spot was just unthinkable. No, best if the bun stayed there for as long as the food was there for her to consume, best if she didn’t offend whatever gods resided there, lest they take away that mountain of herself that had she had become; only when the source ran dry did the bun think to look away, and even then only after bringing the empty plate over to her face, that she might lick it clean. Only then was she both satisfied and content in the knowledge that whatever entity resided within the temple was also sated, as clearly it had only offered such a bounty such that its newest guest could partake of its power to some extent; in fact, when Martha tried to get up and heard further panels sliding open down the suspiciously-wide corridor she was, she could only assume that the whole thing was less of a trial and more of a jovial host, offering some of its vast reserves of delicious food to the first visitor they had in quite a while. Granted, it would take some time before she could move on; the adventuress had to deal with a lower body that seemed intent on being glued to the ground from how immensely oversized it was, and even after somehow managing to find where her feet were, then placing them on the floor, the bun still had her body-blocking tits to worry about. But, as the temple widened to make more room for her, and the panels on the walls slid upwards for ease of access, Martha knew that she had nothing to worry about. All that was needed of her was her appetite.

And she had plenty of it to go around.