Spoiling Lucoa Rotten 2 (Art Included)

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Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/dragon-maid-116731292

Tags: Extreme weight gain, corruption, mild slob (sweat, messy appearance, sloppy eating), a couple instances of vore. The art included is just fats, no vore so it can be enjoyed by all!

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--- Chapter 4 ---

“This is demeaning.” Elma muttered under her breath as she held out an arm. 

“This is the only way you are going to get a break.” Tohru did similarly.

“Quit talking and pull!” Lucoa barked, grasping the skinny arms presented to her. Fat palms and sausage fingers took firm hold of her servants’ hands. Lucoa groaned as the two started to haul her 600 pounds of fat upwards. She was slowly lifted out of the pile of trash that had become her throne. The couch had been overrun by the greed possessed woman’s flabby behind, to say nothing of the rest of her. The three women struggled through piles of trash, the remains of meals long passed, which littered the ground and free sections of the couch. Rather than a hoard of gold, Lucoa collected the memories of food. She held onto the wrappers, bags, and other sundry items from her feasts. Like gold, the various items of trash had started to become part of her. Ice cream bar wrappers were glued to her butt and a half empty shake cup sloshed between Lucoa’s immense breasts. Cream spilled across the exposed fat, dribbling down until it could be sopped up by her shirt. Lucoa’s breasts were breaking the dam of her shirt, bending the modest cleavage line until there was hardly any fabric left. 

“Faster!” Lucoa barked. Her butt swung through the trash with meteoric force, scattering it across the room. The tyrant made a note to have her servants collect it all later. For now, she was content to be pulled and pushed out of her seat. Her body was doused in sweat, little droplets and rivulets running from hidden wellsprings in rolls. Her stomach had finally gotten big enough to subdivide into two rolls, belly button long lost in the middle. Only a green thong remained on her butt, shorts kicked off and discarded. Lucoa aimed for comfort now, meaning the less clothes the better. Her dimpled ass flashed at the rest of the room, quaking as the process of lifting her continued. Angered over the amount of effort it took to lift her, Lucoa buried her face into her cleavage. Thick chins nestled her puffy cheeks. Smoke and steam rose from her head, a fire brimming within her. “You had better clean faster than you lift.” She said, a menacing growl entering her voice. 

“Of course, Lucoa.” Tohru sighed. She was beginning to see how her plans had failed. Lucoa grew fatter and more spoiled by the day, never running out of steam or commands. Almost as punishment for her schemes, Tohru was the one soon covered in blubber as Lucoa was brought to her feet. The mighty dragon lunged her bulk at Tohru, wanting someone to hold it for her. She would not suffer any work, not even holding her own body up. Tohru spread her arms, lifting as much as she could. Fat filled her vision, melting around her body. “Elma. . .go get the buckets and sponges.” She said, not wanting to waste a second. Lucoa’s fickle nature could see her sitting down, thus making the previous exercise useless. Elma nodded sullenly and stomped off. Tohru sighed. The brunette was getting more angry and withdrawn. Something would happen there soon. 

“Here.” Elma said upon her return. She tossed down the buckets, splashing water on the floor. Tohru dropped Lucoa’s fat. There was a rush of air from the big woman as she was forced to reclaim her heaviness. Lucoa’s lowest bellyfold slapped against her legs, shaking the rest of her dimpled body. Only the touch of a soft, damp sponge kept her from complaining. 

“Alright. . .let’s get the queen ready for her public appearance.” Tohru said, moving the sponge in a wide arc across Lucoa’s ample stomach. The water had been heated to the perfect temperature, magic the only way to ensure that it would remain as such. Fat bunched up, the slid under Tohru’s hand. It was equal parts massage and bath. Condiment and grease stains melted away. Tohru’s sponge took on the culinary sins of Lucoa, filling with her grime. The maid moved up, quickly head towards the mountainous breasts which spread atop Lucoa’s gut. Her nipples were pointed in excitement. Whatever Lucoa wanted to say, the large pricks poking into her shirt betrayed her lust. Tohru lifted one breast, the soft fat pancaking around her hand. It was like trying to lift a lump of pizza dough. Tohru’s hand was lost in the pale bulk. The sponge raced along, swiping away trapped refuse hidden from the world. 

“You. . .aaaah. . .gonna do anything?” Lucoa rolled her head over, staring at Elma. “Lot of. . .ooooohhh. . .goddess to scrub down.” She rolled her massive hips. Elma winced with every slap, each sound of the hammy planets knocking together. Though she could not see them, she could feel their movements. “Backside duty. . .or else.” Lucoa growled, her voice going from elated pleasure to dark murder. Her hand squished a cheek, rubbing it’s dimpled immensity. “All. . .haaah. . .warmed up for you too.” She murmured, slowly returning to pleasure. Elma’s eye twitched but she moved towards the expansive ass of her boss. Lucoa chortled as she felt warm water trickling down between her ass cheeks. Elma had to stand partially on the couch, her feet touched the warm depression where Lucoa’s ass had been resting. A shiver ran through the smaller dragon. “Geeeet in. . .aaaah. . .plenty deep.” Lucoa continued to give orders, enjoying the feeling of power almost as much as the sensitive touch. 

“Lucoa, you feel nice.” Tohru tried to bring the focus away from Elma. “I think your skin has gotten softer. 

“I know, it’s gotten positively radiant.” Lucoa gushed, stepping forward into Tohru. Her belly shoved the maid backwards, dousing her with water and suds. Tohru’s wet dress clung to her breasts and soft stomach, showing her natural curves. They were tiny in comparison to the boulders that Lucoa lugged around. Lucoa took another heavy step, pressing her fat onto Tohru as much as she could. “Enjoying the feeling of basking in the warmth of your goddess?” She asked, her face a proud and indulgent smile. Her hands traveled up to cup her breasts. Lucoa made her bloated chest bounce, sending undulations of boob fat to smack Tohru’s chin. Behind, Elma continued scrubbing the nearly naked buttcheeks, trying to end the punishment rapidly. Her hand slipped between the beanbags which Lucoa lugged around behind her, eliciting a deep moan from the resurgent goddess. 

“Of. . .course. . .I always enjoy your. . .radiance.” Tohru said, gritting her teeth. 

“Good!” Lucoa leaned in, sending more suds and water coursing onto the skinny maid. Her fat overtook Torhu’s body. “Guess you won’t mind scrubbing under my belly next.” She winked. “Wanna look real clean for going out.” 

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“Is there anything that we might help you with, Miss?” The store clerk approached Lucoa, almost ignoring Elma and Tohru entirely. She could sense who the important one was in the group. The wobbling pile of rolls was obviously the woman calling the shots. The other two cringing, slouching women only existed to fulfill her desires. The clerk had seen plenty of couples and relationship dynamics like this. A bossy wife or girlfriend, hellbent on making sure that she was the only one who was happy. It was sad, but it was hardly her place to get involved. That all aside, those kind of women often spent the most. Their pockets were as deep as their bellies, especially if it came at the expense of the other partner. “I would be happy to fetch you some samples.” The woman turned, extending an arm towards the various boxes of sweets and sodas that lined the wall. 

“Unnecessary.” Lucoa sniffed looking down at the woman from atop her mountain of fat. Past hillock breasts and two stacked pleatues of paunch blubber she stared down at the woman. She was an insect, an unimportant nobody. Making her work would provide little satisfaction to the obese dragon. “Elma! Tohru!” Lucoa’s voice cracked like a whip and she snapped thick fingers. The two women shuddered. Whatever break they had been expecting had been denied. “Find me something nice.” Lucoa waved a flabby hand towards the merchandise. In the meantime, she lumbered towards the small cafe area of the shop. The goddess incarnate waddled slowly, lurching from side to side. Any grace that had belonged to her was long gone. A smile crossed her face as she remembered days long gone. In months of plenty, when banquets happened every day and sacrifices were raised up to her, Lucoa would often find her mobility limited. The best years were when she attained enough mass and had to be helped around by servants. Those days were coming soon, judging by the strain of lifting one of her legs. Lucoa could hear bottles tinkling on the shelves as she completed her waddle to the small cafe. The bottom of her gut found a small, iron chair. 

“I suppose I will seat myself.” Lucoa said loudly. She cared little about the contradicting orders given to Elma or Tohru. It was their problem to figure out how to complete her requests. All Lucoa had to figure out was fitting her gigantic rear into the small seat. She turned slowly, moving like a tank. The chair rattled behind her, bullied as all things were, by Lucoa’s immensity. There seemed little hope of the cute chair holding her. Though it was made out of metal, the many intricate designs of flowers did not inspire confidence. The chair was blocked from view as she squatted down. Though flexing, her legs showed only the constant movement of her fat. Whatever muscle Lcuoa retained was lost to sight. The jean shorts stretched around her caboose creaked, with snaps and pops coming from the less secure stitches. Warm fat buried the tiny chair. Metal was hidden, devoured, and bent by the press of lucoa’s ass. The legs bent as she sagged downwards, spreading her corpulent bulk. Tense seconds passed, the chair holding by a small miracle. 

Lucoa was winded enough by the small exercise that words were beyond her. She instead communicated by a snap. Almost instantly, Elma and Tohru were on either side of her. A gust of wind blew through the shop as the magical maids rushed forward. Their arms were laden with goodies. Boxes of sweets and foreign sodas filled with sugar. “We can pull you over a table and stack things up.” Tohru offered, trying to give her own armload of food to Elma. 

“Stay put.” Lucoa commanded before launching into the food. Her teeth flashed in the light of the store as she descended upon the food. “Mmmgghp. . .adequate choischessch. . .mmmgghp.” Lucoa ripped and shredded boxes with her thick hands, tongue searching for the goodies within. Both Tohru and the chair that Lucoa sat in struggled to stay upright. Lucoa rocked back and forth, moving in and out of the sweets pile like an ocean tide. A flurry of papers and wrapping would shoot into the air and her moon face would appear again. Chocolate stained fingers gripped a soda, smearing the tinted glass with brown stains. She ripped the metal cap off and began to guzzle the expensive drink down. 

“Uuuhhm. . .ma’am, do you intend to pay with cash or card?” The clerk interrupted, realizing that she was being robbed rather brazenly. She was ignored in a similar fashion. Lucoa continued to eat, ignoring the clerk. She spread her legs and allowed her back to fully dominate the chair. The legs bent further out, slowly coming inches closer to the floor. Lucoa’s gut flopped between her legs. What little could be seen of her black shirt peeped out from under the wall of boob fat. Lucoa tilted her head, summoning Tohru and Elma closer. It was now their job to feed her. “Miss. . .I will really need to see some from of payment before you continue.” The worker was more forceful. She was denied a response. 

“Pour it on in. . .BBBLLLOORRRUUUP. . .chubby.” Lucoa took a small swing at Elma’s belly. The brunette growled, but did as she was told. Managing the rest of her pile in her arms, she tipped a soda above Lucoa. A river of sparkling liquid flowed down towards the obese woman, bluer than any water on earth. Lucoa lapped it up, seeming to bathe in it more than drink it. The soda ran from her heavy cheeks to her flopping jowls, then dripping onto the twin plains of her breasts. Lucoa tried to slurp the soda in the air, splattering it about her body and the women around her. 

“Ma’am!” The clerk interrupted again. “If you do not stop I will be forced to call the police!” Tired of being ignored, the worker was going to settle the issues within the story. She grabbed at Elma, trying to pull the uneaten food away. Elma shirked back, spilling boxes and bottles. Through the rain of debris came Lucoa’s hammy hand. Thick fingers wrapped around the wrist of the worker. She tried to pull back, surprised and angered by the obese woman that had ruined so much product. Yet, Lucoa had the woman in an iron grip. No matter how the woman twisted and turned, she could not break away from her obese captor. Lucoa started to pull the woman in, mouth opening quickly. 

It happened fast, faster than anyone could have imagined. The woman was lifted up, dangled over Lucoa’s mouth, and swallowed in a single gulp. Rather than let gravity do it’s work, Lucoa shoved the woman in. She pushed the flailing clerk into the depths of her gullet, not stopping as the woman kicked and writhed. Her stomach flared outward, accommodating the woman in a fleshy prison. Punches were visible as the trapped woman struggled. Lucoa swelled visibly. The chair underneath her bent and finally broke as the woman’s shoes disappeared into her mouth. The gigantic, voracious dragon landed with a thud that shook the entire store. She was dazed, lurching from side to side as she tried to contain the human being that she had just eaten. Her pants, already unbuttoned, were ripped open. A surging gut, once again made taut by the presence of a still alive human being, bounced upon the floor. Lucoa leaned back, fanning her face. A blush was creeping over her face and stomach. She sucked in air, trying to calm her fraying nerves.

“Lucoa! You just ate her!” Elma growled, she moved to attack the beleagured woman but was stopped by Tohru. 

“We can settle this at home, we just have to get out of here!” Tohru said, shell shocked by what had taken place. She looked down at the mound of dragon sitting below her. The writhing within Lucoa’s stomach was slowing, but had not totally stopped. The digestion had begun. Soon, Lucoa would be an even bigger problem than she already was. Tohru’s hands balled into fists. Things were going south quickly. “Lucoa, can you walk?”

“She just ate someone!” Elma yelled before Tohru’s hand clamped down around her mouth. 

“SSHHHH!” Tohru’s eyes blazed red. “Yelling is only going to draw more humans! You think they are going to like what happened? We are all going to get in trouble.” Tohru’s tail flashed out, helping to balance herself against the struggling woman in her arms. “We have to get Lucoa home, then we can figure out how to punish her!” Tohru finally released Elma. Meanwhile, Lucoa had slumped onto her back. Dazed by the beautiful sense of fullness, she rested upon her blubbery back. 

“Fine. But that is the last thing I will ever do for you or her!” Elma pointed down. “She’s a monster now, it’s unforgivable!” Tohru followed Elma’s hand. Lucoa snoozed on the ground, looking more peaceful than she had for days. A shiver went through her as she saw a final kick come from the devoured clerk. Tohru knew that there would be no going back from this point. Her plans had failed in spectacular fashion.  

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“Lucoa! This is it!” Elma approached the filthy couch putting her foot upon the vast curtain of Lucoa’s gut. It had softened eerily quickly, no trace of the woman from before was left. Lucoa’s fat had once again become still and silent, or at least as silent as it reasonably could be. Ripples traveled outward from Elma’s foot. It sunk in up to the ankle, trapped on all sides by fat. Elma leaned in, wanting to appear as strong and tough as possible. She had been pushed too far by Lucoa’s murderous greed and Tohru’s submission. It was time for her to set things straight. As an Order aligned dragon, Elma could no longer sit by and let such heinous actions go unpunished. She pushed a finger into the greedy woman’s chest, poking one of the expansive watermelons. “I will be going to tell Kobayashi as well as Shota’s parents. You can’t be allowed to get away with this.” 

“BBBBLOOOOOORRRRUUUUP!” Lucoa responded with a belch, looking at Elma with bored eyes. She drummed her fingers on the couch. Elma reddened, upset that the pile of slobby dragoness did not even care. Her greed and crimes were about to be exposed to the most important people in her life and she could do little other than yawn. Lucoa licked her lips after a moment, running through some thoughts casually. She looked past Elma, eyes lighting on Tohru. “Tohru. . .oooorrruup. . .get dinner started. I’m hungry.” She waved her hand, completely unbothered by Elma’s foot pressing into her gut. Tohru started to bow, but then stopped. Lucoa’s expression soured. She crossed her arms, working to shove them under her naked chest. The heavy bosoms flooded over the tyrant’s tubular arms. Fat collided with fat as Lucoa wiggled her fat further into the couch.

“It’s over, Lucoa. . .” Tohru said, her voice devoid of emotion. “I’ve messed this whole thing up, somehow.” She sighed, wondering if Kobayashi could ever forgive her. Her hands formed into claws as she thought of all the pain that she had brought on her mistress. Things had rolled out of control, very likely costing her any further contact with Kobayashi or the human world. The best she could offer was making sure that Lucoa caused no further harm. Smoke wreathed around tohru’s head as she spoke. “I’m going to make sure you pay for what you did.” She looked at the other woman, eyes full of pain. 

“So do it.” Lucoa practically moaned the words. She itched for the coming conflict. Her body was flabby and out of shape, there was little chance of her being able to handle two young women in a physical confrontation. The obese dragon slowly took her hands out from under her breasts. Elma retracted her foot, readying herself. The smoke coming from Tohru only intensified as her anger built. Lucoa yawned, stomping her foot on the ground. “Cooooome on. Ooooooh, this is just making dinner slow!” She looked at the two with disinterest, as if they were insects. Tohru and Elma charged forward, angered over the insults as much as they were about Lucoa’s crimes. They raced across the room, feet leaving permanent marks in the floor. Yet, for all their strength, they did not leave even a single claw mark upon the defenseless woman. Instead, they knelt before her, heads slammed onto the ground. 

“Oh!” Lucoa said in mock surprise. “Was that it?” One of her chubby fists was bright with golden light. Chains trailed from her plump palm, reaching their way around the necks of the subdued dragons. Elma and Tohru could do nothing. Their bodies ached and strained, but could not break the spell. The hold upon them was so perfect that they did not even shake. The pair were perfectly obedient before their master. “No attack afterall?” Lucoa asked, waiting for a response. The pair wanted to scream, their eyes narrowing in fury, but they were incapable of response. Worse, their response was chosen for them. The golden chains started to twist, compelling them to look up. They saw the radiant form of Lucoa, their lady and goddess. She filled the sofa, holding the spell which commanded them whilst also rubbing her gurgling tummy. With agonizing slowness, the two spellbound dragons started to shake their heads. The rebellion was quashed before it could even begin.

“Uuuuggggh. . .that’s great!” Lucoa lumbered off the couch. Her mass sloshed back and forth, gut drooping almost down to the floor at points. Still in the process of digesting the devoured saleswoman, Lucoa had started to add to her body already. She thumped forward, legs so fat that her ankles were hidden came closer to the ensnared women. Elma and Tohru tried to fight the spell, but only found themselves moving to the whims of their captor. They bowed, putting their heads to the ground. Their foreheads felt the gentle thumps from Lucoa’s heavy steps. She passed them, her gigantic ass smacking them apart on her way to the kitchen. “Dinner. Now.” Lucoa commanded, yanking the chains that bound her former friends. It was an old spell, used only on those that disrespected Lucoa in the palace. Not only would quell the rebellious impulses within the pair, it would allow Lucoa’s whims to be carried out to the letter. The golden chains would slowly mold Elma and Lucoa into the perfect servants. She was the voice of god, and they would be forced to obey. 

Tohru slowly stood, making no deviation on her way to the kitchen. She was conscious of every step. Her mind lobbed curse after curse at Lucoa, but her body gave no indication of her feelings. Rather, it moved fluidly about its tasks. She gathered meat and other ingredients from the kitchen, working on turning them into a stir fry dish. Lucoa let a wall support her mass, spreading her sweaty fat around it. She always stayed in view of the two, making sure they saw who was controlling their every action. Elma worked alongside Tohru, though her job was different. Wordlessly, Lucoa instructed the other woman. Elma fished in the fridge, searching for treats. Whatever was not used in Tohru’s dinner preparations was fed to Lucoa. Elma snuggled up to the bloated bulk of the tyrant lizard, hands either feeding or massaging her. No matter how much Elma willed her hands to grab Lucoa’s throat, they only ever put more candy in her mouth. 

“Aaaah. . .now. . .BBBBOOORRUUP. . .isn’t this. . .mmmgghhp. . .sccchoooo musscch. . .better?” Lucoa rumbled as Elma stroked her. “Maybe you two. . .mmmgghp. . .can earn a little. . .BBBLOOORRUUP. . .free time. . .for good behavior.” She gloated, patting Elma on the butt. The only free thing about the woman was the way her butt and breasts jiggled. All else was dictated by Lucoa. 

--- Chapter 5 ---

Tohru and Elma were on their knees before Lucoa. It was a familiar position but what they were partaking in was unique. Finally, the two were allowed to eat their fill. Beyond eating their fill, they were commanded. The golden chains had remained steadfast about their necks. Lucoa’s spell never wavered or dissipated. The two were mercilessly bound in servitude, their bodies reacting to Lucoa’s thoughts and words but their minds remained free. Whatever torture or orders the nearly immobile dragonness conceived in her wicked mind, the pair blithely carried out. Currently, they were feasting. Over and over Lucoa and Elma brought their faces into multilayered cakes. Frosting decorated their mouths, noses, and hair yet they continued. They had no choice. It had been that way for days. Lucoa, as if suddenly remorseful for all the work and starvation they had undergone prior, had made them eat non-stop. As long as the gluttonous goddess was taken care of, her servants were permitted to eat and grow. 

The same initial softness that had infected Lucoa had been brought upon the pair. From their position upon the floor, ballooned breasts and soft guts touched the floor. Widened hips and ever jiggling buttocks were pointed towards the ceiling. They were in a constant pose of submission before Lucoa, eating like dogs. Lucoa watched it all with glee. She grabbed her now obscenely huge breasts, constantly massaging and rubbing out her pleasure. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to further stimulate her bestial desires. “Come on, girls, pick up the pace!” She ordered, as if the two had a choice. Elma and Tohru obeyed wordlessly, showing no signs of disagreement. They lunged forward, burgeoning fat dragging upon the ground sensually. Though now decidedly fatter than what they had been, they could still move with grace. Unlike Lucoa. 

“Ooooh. . . Tohru. . .uuuggh. . .feed Elma!” Lucoa snapped as she worked to force her bloated body off of the couch. This was as much exercise as she would get for the entire day. Her stomach drooped well past her thighs, on track to reach her knees. Her butt maintained contact with the couch, even after she took tentative steps away. Her breasts were the only part that remained perky, draconic magic somehow keeping the immense milk tankers shapely. Lucoa lumbered towards the girls, wanting to see the degeneracy up close. Her mind was brimming with ideas to enact. More came to her as she watched Tohru shift to sitting on her knees and Elma lying on them. Tohru grabbed hunks of cake, feeding her fellow servant. Lucoa waddled around the pair, sweating and calling out orders. “Maaake her. . .waaant it. . .tease it more!” the overfed, over pampered goddess bellowed. “This is. . .supposed. . .to be. . .sexy!” Lucoa was petulant as she was denied further sexual stimulation. Her gut shook with the loud orders. Tohru followed them to the letter. She trailed a piece of cake about Elma’s lips. Elma licked, heaving her heavy hips upward as she was taunted with food. 

Lucoa watched, trying to stimulate herself off of watching the debauchery. Tohru ducked the cake towards Elma, robotically trying to feed the other woman. As Lucoa watched, her arms slowly crossed, forcing their way a top her twin mountain peaks. She grumbled, bottom lip curling up. The girls were doing as she said, but something was off. “Not good enough!” She thumped forward, belly swinging like a pendulum. Lucoa stopped in front of Tohru, who had a piece of cake raised. “Try again, messier!” Lucoa demanded. Tohru dreamily obeyed, working to decorate Elma’s lips and nose with the piece. “Bad!” Lucoa leaned down, ripping the cake away from Tohru. “WAASSCCH. . .mmmmggghp. . .THISSCCH!” She yelled, starting to jam the cake into her mouth. Lucoa pressed it down with the palm of her hand, shoving the cake into her mouth. It spread in all directions, only some reaching her gullet. Lucoa chomped and spluttered, continuing to talk through the meal. “Do it. . .BBBLOOORRRUP. . .again. . .buht. . .better!” She heaved the words out. Tohru moved to adjust to what her master’s wishes. The fistfuls of cake to Elma were shoved in forcefully, hardly any regard for actually feeding the stuffed dragon. 

Lucoa watched the eating with renewed glee. The pair danced to her tune, marionettes on the most divine of strings. “Eat up. . .BOOOOORRRUUUP. . .you. . .uuuorrrup. . .gotta get bigger!” Lucoa reached down to pet Tohru’s hair. Her thick, food covered hands traveled through the field of golden hair. Excitement was growing within Lucoa as she conducted the fates of her pawns. She studied their bodies. They were 300 pounds apiece, pathetically small compared to her 900 pounds. Yet, they were beginning to be big enough for some of Lucoa’s plans and desires. “Your goddess. . .BBBLLLAAAARRAAAP. . .needs. . .plump servants!” Lucoa strained to reach her captive audience. She was frustrated by her inability to reach their most tender bits. As much as Lucoa tried to heave or shove her fat aside, there was always more preventing her hand from touching Tohru’s breasts or Elma’s round face. Finally, frustrated, she thrust her gut forward onto Tohru. She would touch them by osmosis. Her gut fat oozed around the plump curves of her maid. By way of her belly avalanche, she felt the plumper shoulders wider back. Lucoa slopped her belly around, fumbling it via the sides. Like a gigantic tongue, the mass of fat licked and slapped against Tohru. Through it all, she continued feeding Elma. 

Lucoa’s dark dreams only magnified with skin to skin touch. Plans shuffled and changed as her desires changed. “On your. . .knees again!” Lucoa clapped. Her puppets moved, assuming the positions before their food. They ate, butts in the air once more. “Straighten up. Your goddess. . .aaaah. . .requires. . .a rest.” Lucoa sniffed before slowly starting to lower her ass. Her heavy tonnage more than filled the couch, which had been built with three people in mind. Resting upon her slaves, Lucoa fully buried them. All that could be seen was the jiggle and bounce of her buttcheeks and heads popping out under each buttcheek. Tohru and Elma made no noise, accepting the curtains of fat without even the slightest hesitation. They continued eating, working their bodies under the new weight that oppressed them. Lucoa listed back and forth, moving like a queen upon a palanquin. Her breasts rolled upon the plains of her gut. Lucoa grabbed her fat without abandon, squeezing whatever parts of her pale flesh was most appetizing. Below, she felt her asscheeks consuming her servants.

Tohru and Lucoa were undoubtedly wider and thicker. Their jiggles mingled with her own. Fat stimulated fat in a never ending cycle of torpid movement. Lucoa rocked back and forth, rubbing her ass upon the smaller women. Despite more than doubling in size, they were less than half her size. “Pathetic!” Lucoa yelled before descending into a loud cackle. Her body was immense, spreading across the women and trailing towards the floor. Sacks of fat bounced in mid air, held only by the servile dedications of the enslaved dragons. Lucoa sensed their rapacious eating, messily shoving their faces into the food she had bequeathed them. She would allow them to grow, but never so much that they could overtake her grand eminence. She was the one and only dragon goddess, a beautiful and terrible ruler. “HURRY UP! I will be fed next!” she barked. The thralls quickly followed her orders. She smiled, feeling their obedient eating. It was all the more pleasant knowing that she hadn’t even had to use the spell to command them.    

--- Chapter 6 ---

The delivery driver stood, waiting for the blonde woman to hand over her payment. She was heavyset, practically bursting through her blue dress. Long, blonde ponytails dangled down her corpulent form. She was far fatter than anyone the young man had ever seen in Japan. She was fat enough to make him wonder if she was American. She checked the food, several meals worth of burgers and other greasy trash. When she looked back, he noticed how blank her eyes were. It was as if she was a programmed doll, a maid meant for service. He held his hand out, expecting cash. She did not move, instead looking back over her shoulder into the apartment. The young, obese woman might have said something, but he could not tell. He waited several more seconds, expecting her to turn around. She seemed lost, listening to someone else that he could not hear. The driver stepped forward, trying to collect on what he was owed. He tapped the blonde woman’s arm. She pulled away, reacting as if a blade of grass had brushed her. Seconds later, the man felt a rumble. 

“HEY!” He felt the new voice in his chest. From within the darkness of the apartment came slow, tortuous thumps. Wheezing and belches accompanied what must have been steps. The blonde stepped aside to reveal a woman coming closer. She was massive, a size that did not seem to be possible. Certainly, the woman should have been beyond even the most basic of movements. Her arms were hanging curtains and plump pillows of fat. She threw them back and forth to aid with the swinging of her gut and breasts. Her breasts were nearly person sized, hanging blobs of chest blubber. They were covered and coated in food, with trails of sweat cutting into them. The food smears only continued down towards her gut, which had grown so big that it spread across the floor. More than spreading, Lucoa’s gut worked towards burying the floor around it. Its weight and size alone should have made it impossible for her to move. Only the strength afforded to her by her draconic origin allowed the corpulent ruler to move. In addition to her paunchy hindrance, her butt also worked to prevent her from moving. The massive sacks of booty blubber were only a couple feet away from the floor. They wobbled with ill intent, looking for something to smother. Though the strain of moving so much fat was obvious, the woman kept on coming. The driver stood, transfixed in horror. Whatever chance he had to escape was lost. 

“Stop taking up MY servant’s time!” The woman bellowed again. She shoved her gut into the driver, throwing him up in the air. Strength such as the man had never felt gripped him seconds later. He struggled against the might of the obese woman, but could not even make her flinch. She growled, pulling him closer. As a large, wet tongue fell out and began to lick his cheeks, he understood what his fate was going to be. He screamed and tried to pull away, but those yells were muffled quickly. His head was shoved between the plump lips, body following after. The woman shoved him down with practice speed. He was hardly her first victim and would not be the last. 

“Uuuuugggh. . .bbblloorrrup. . .lesscch. . .go.” Lucoa moaned, her stomach once again painfully full. Humans were the only thing that satiated her hunger now. All other meals were appetizers. A long list of delivery drivers and other service workers had disappeared into her growing gut. They had become one with the goddess, helping to keep her bulk growing. “UUURRRRP! Get the. . .uuugggh. . .food.” Lucoa mumbled to Tohru, slapping the mind controlled woman on the ass. Lucoa wasted little time, waddling her body back towards the ruined couch. She had grown wider than several refrigerators, infinitely softer as well. She belched and wheezed out chores for Tohru and Elma, seemingly ignoring the moving mass within her gut. Kicks and punches added noticeable bumps to her fat, but hardly slowed her down. If anything, they invigorated Lucoa. The writhing man in her stomach would be digested as the soft hands and bellies of her maids and lover’s washed her bulk. Lucoa smiled, finally getting the palace treatment she deserved. When she finally thumped down upon the ruined couch, it being little more than a pile of stuffing and cloth, an erotic flush had crept across her face. It was time to enjoy herself. 

“My goddess. . .” Elma approached, chains around her neck shining. She was controlled, but only barely. Just enough to make her talkative. She bowed before Lucoa, hoping to curry any sort of favor possible. As Elma bowed, she looked at the massive asscheeks currently grinding into the floor. A cross word or other mistake would see her buried beneath those blooming buttocks. Further, thanks to the spell about her neck, Elma would not even be able to resist. She would march willingly towards her doom beneath the terrible tyrant’s humongous rump. Elma shivered, having spent a fair amount of time under those cheeks. She chose her words very carefully. “Could we. . .worship your body in the bath?” Elma clasped her hands, looking down. 

“BBBBAAAALLLAAARRP!” Lucoa’s immediate response was a wet belch, one strong enough to send flecks of food flying from her lips. She slapped her stomach. Elma winced, recognizing them as angry hits. “Are you. . .oooorrruup. . .suggesting that I’m. . .fat?” Tension started to fill the room. Lucoa started to stand again, straining her tortured legs. 

“No, Goddess Lucoa!” Tohru spun into the room, quickly whipping out mozzarella sticks in either hand. She landed far more awkwardly than she had in days past. The added fat had thrown off the movements of Tohru and Lucoa. One jiggling arm thrust the fried cheese forward, whilst the other tried to block Lucoa from going any further. The second motion could be rendered useless, but it did not stop Tohru from trying. She would rather see her and Elma doing extra work than one being punished. Especially since punishing moods were addictive for Lucoa. 

The immense, overflowing woman took the food in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully, first considering how fun it was to douse her trapped victim in more food. Then she slowly considered the offer from Tohru. “Fine.” She finally breathed in a gasp. Without speaking again, she thrashed the chains leading to her conquered slaves’ necks. They were borught to full attention, individuality ripped away from them. “You are to PLEASE me!” Lucoa bellowed. She thrashed the chains again. “And MOVE me!” Her heavy arms flipped sweat out of secret rolls as she moved the chains again. “GO!” 

Elma and Tohru rushed forward, hands open and arms wide. They worked to accept the massive blubber presented to them. Tohru squished into Lucoa’s belly. She shuddered, feeling the man trapped inside. In a way, she was gladdened by the shudder. Involuntary movements were one of the few ways to tell she was in command of her body again. Her face was buffeted by the man being digested within Lucoa. “My goddess, your most recent meal. . .uuuggh. . .is so spirited!” Tohru started to lug the belly off the floor. It still remained touching. There was almost no way to break Lucoa’s contact with the ground. 

“He’s. . .OOOORRRUUUP. . .pathetic. I’ve had others fight more.” Lucoa, with much of her weight taken from her, she was able to speak freely. Elma tried to lend her hands to Lucoa’s rump, but the divine beast had other ideas. Elma jerked straight as her hands began to touch Lucoa’s convulsing stomach. With an automaton’s precision and lack of emotion, Elma began to waddle around Lucoa’s generous backside. She was given control of her body again when she was facing the flopping sacks of fat. She sighed, knowing what was required of her. There was no choice nor escape. She could either do it willingly or be forced. Slowly, Elma gathered as much ass fat as she could in her hands. Her body fell between Lucoa’s buttrack, a human sized thong for a butt that could crush a car. She helped Lucoa waddle towards the bathroom, her world a tumultuous storm of jiggling fat. 

“Your. . .butt is. . .splending today. . .goddess.” Elma said, wanting to impress her loyalty upon Lucoa. The spoiled dragon did little other than reach a hand back and pat her butt.  

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Tohru had to back her way into the bathroom. Her own wide hips bounced against the door. She held Lucoa’s belly, almost pulling the goddess along. Each step of the larger woman shook the frame of the apartment. Kobayashi’s medicine cabinet rattled, the bottles within toppling over into the sink. Lucoa would take a step, pause to catch her breath, and then force another step. “Almost there, most beautiful and loving goddess!” Tohru tried to remain positive, afraid of what might happen if she allowed Lucoa’s frustrations to build. Tohru tugged the wall of gut fat through the door. The writhing sides of Lucoa’s belly touched the door, the man inside still struggling. Tohru sucked her breath in, unsure of how her master would take the obstruction. Her held breath came out in relief as she saw a small smile spread over Lucoa’s face. Seconds later the big woman lunged her bulk forward.

The walls cracked as unyielding weight and pressure was forced upon it. “Sussscch. . .uuuugggh. . .poor construction!” Lucoa was gleeful in her destruction of Kobayashi’s apartment. The wood splintered and blew inwards as grimey but indestructible skin pushed forward. Lucoa would not be stopped on her tour of destruction. From behind, Elma pushed, just happy that it was not her that was receiving the punishment. Lucoa moaned as felt the fat dragoness squeeze her massive rear. Lucoa tightened whatever muscle was left in her ass, she was rewarded with Elma jigging her rear. With renewed vigor, Lucoa continued into the bathroom. She left the ruined door behind, her massive ass slowly coming into the room. It took nearly half a minute for Lucoa to fully enter the bathroom. Her fat took up more and more of the room, pushing and shoving everything away. The sink cracked and broke, spraying water. Tohru stepped over the tub, struggling to maintain her hold on Lucoa’s gut. The two servants turned the big woman around, stepping over shattered porcelain and fragments of the door. They were all doused by the spraying water of the sink. Finally, they began to set Lucoa down onto the floor.

Lucoa felt the walls of the tub cracking. She was only resting her bulk on it and it still could not hold her up. She had outgrown any tub or shower. Instead, the blonde goddess sat her fat ass on the bathroom floor and let her servants do the rest. Water from the shower head ran constantly, acting as the well for Elma and Lucoa’s buckets. They filled them, added beautifully scented soaps, and then spread the contents across Lucoa’s stomach. Each wave of suds invigorated the struggles from Lucoa’s most recent voracious victim. He pounded the walls of the flabby prison. Lucoa belched or moaned, enjoying his torment on a sexual level. No matter how much the man struggled, he would not break free. That was true for anyone in Lucoa’s life though. Whether physically, mentally, or magically, there was no escaping the grasp of the goddess. “If you aren’t going to do anything, bring me food!” Lucoa yelled, snapping at the magical leash that held Elma. Tohru, hearing the jangle of magic chains, picked up the speed of her scrubbing. 

Truthfully, there was little reason for the spells outside of pure malicious control. Tohru and Elma were obedient now. They acted almost before Lucoa spoke now, always working to anticipate the needs of their demanding overlord. Their only deviations came from Lucoa’s sporadic whims. One such whim came to Lucoa as she watched Elma waddling away from the bathroom. “HOLD!” She commanded, sending a whip through the magical chain. Elma spun on her heel. “Stroke the royal belly!” Lucoa commanded. “Give me. . .ooooh. . .tender supplication!” the bathroom rattled as Lucoa imposed her will upon Elma. The goddess’ chins bounced and slapped upon her chest, the volume of her voice loud enough to shake her own fat. The meal within her gut pushed and shoved, once again brought to life with movement. Lucoa moaned and rubbed her gut. She had only seconds to worry about it, with Elma taking over soon after.

“You’re very soft.” Elma said, wanting to keep Lucoa’s mood up. It was nice to not be the target of punishment. Her hands massaged the wealth of fat. She felt the digesting man beneath the layers of fat. Her hands pushed through the piled up grease, playing with both fat and water. Lucoa alternated between stiffening and melting into pleased sludge. One moment she would draw her body up into a tight pose, then ooze back down over the breaking bathtub. From under her stomach, thick feet kicked to the best of their ability. Elma continued her massage. Lucoa’s fat pushed up, forming new rolls with a taut core underneath. Brunette’s chubby hands would squeeze those new rolls. She would drop them only when Lucoa gasped, releasing the tension. The pent up fat would roll forward in a single shift flopping back down. 

“Oooooh. . .you. . .OOORRRUUP. . .hands are magic.” Lucoa was filled with enough lust that she could deliver more than just orders. Elma fed off the energy, pushing her soft body onto Lucoa’s. Fat collided with fat. Elma was further weighed down by the water which streamed down her master’s body. Tohru flitted about in the background, continuing to clean. Elma cleaned as well, though unintentionally. Her arms and clothes soaked up Lucoa’s grease and sweat as she moved up the mountainous belly. She squeezed with her arms and legs, trying to make Lucoa’s blubber move ever more sensually. Elma knew it was working by the constant pouring out of sexually satisfied sounds. Elma’s gut bounced off of the mattress of fat below her. She sank in only as much as the digesting body within Lucoa would allow. Elma smiled, glad that she had escaped that fate for at least another day. She gyrated her hips, wishing to thank the behemoth dragon. Lucoa responded by making an attempt to stand. 

“OOOORRUP. . .ooooh. . .that’sssccch good.” Lucoa spoke from the guttural pits of her heart and stomach. Her hands clasped the tub behind her, fingers and arms straining to give enough leverage to move. Likewise, her legs shifted under the carpet of belly fat. Powered by sheer lust, the bloated goddess began to rise from her seat upon the floor. The streams of soap and water began to change course, shifting with the turbulent landscape of fat below. Elma gasped, unsure if she should slide off or stay put. The decision was made for her as Lucoa continued to stand, slipping off of the well lubricated gut. Lucoa moaned and belched, drunk with lust and the feeling of fullness. She never quite managed to stand, slipping on the wet tile of the floor. That too was acceptable. 

Lucoa fell forward, fat pancaking out over the ground. Elma was sucked into a tidal vortex, trapped under the literal avalanche of fat. Lucoa spread over top of her, blocking out all but the faintest bits of light. She was buried under a coating of fat. Their positions reversed, Elma’s fat was jiggled and shoved by Lucoa’s. “Such power. . .and beauty. . .how wonderful!” Elma had to yell to ensure that her words were heard by her master. Though she wanted to call for Tohru to help her, she resisted. Fear would only activate Lucoa’s predatory nature. “Please. . .give me. . .more!” Elma said, her voice halted from the constant shoving of blubber. For as much as she yelled, Elma was sure that Lucoa could only feel the vibrations of her voice and the vain struggling of her arms. 

Tohru watched it all, brush and sponge in hand. Her tail swung back and forth excitedly. Before her eyes was all of Lucoa’s swampy fat. She was held aloft by the sheer mass that had accumulated around her middle. Lucoa’s breasts bloomed outwards, moving with slow and torpid undulations. Tohru’s eyes cataloged all of the fat on display, slowly moving down the body of her goddess. Ever more she was drawn towards Lucoa’s clapping asscheeks. Legs bigger than most tree trunks kicked into the beanbags. Dimpled pits rippled, filled with water from the broken sink and running shower. The floor of Kobayashi’s bathroom was a sodden mess, tile having cracked from Lucoa’s ill timed landing. Tohru watched the big woman’s ass bounce up and down, then roll from side to side. The movements seemed arbitrary, dancing to a madness that was beyond understanding. Tohru gripped the cloth in her hand. Slowly, she approached, ready to become part of the jiggling. 

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“Ok. . .ok. . .closer.” Tohru said, her arms buried by Lucoa’s fat. The bath had finished and they were trying to haul the drenched goddess back to the remnants of the couch. Fat smashed against her face, constantly in motion. Over the sounds of clapping fat, she could hear Elma kissing and suckling Lucoa’s fat. Even though the bath had ended, the debauchery had not. Lucoa moaned like a cow about to give birth. Her tired feet kicked at the gut fat folding across the floor. “Can I help. . .with anything. . .Lucoa?” She asked, always trying to be helpful. In truth, she was worried about the attention being paid to Elma. Tohru knew that time outside of the spotlight would start to make herself seem useless to Lucoa, which was dangerous. 

“Fuh-AAAASSST-er!” She yelled, letting more of herself go. Tohru was forced towards the floor, struggling to hold what she could of Lucoa’s vast bulk. The blonde dragon tried to pick her pace up, ignoring the convulsing of her own fat. Sweat from Lucoa trickled down onto Tohru. All the progress that had been made in the now ruined bathroom had been fully erased. Only the lack of food stains could be touted as an improvement. However, those would come back soon enough. Tohru could hear the grumbling within Lucoa’s gut. Hunger came back quick to the spoiled woman. Even a fully grown man was not enough to quell her rapacious appetite for long. The growls turned savage, becoming full roars after a couple steps. “FOOOOOOD!” Lucoa was too sex crazed to think straight, her desires robbing her of intelligent speech. Tohru wanted to speak, but one of Lucoa’s breasts was pushing into her mouth. The goddess continued to moan all the way back to the couch. Though let down easily, she still dented the floor upon landing. In one grand smash, her butt thumped back home. The sweaty goddess opened her mouth, showing sharp teeth. “Feed me! I. . .oooohh. . .HUNGER!” She called, pointing a thick finger between her jaws. 

“Of course!” Elma was quick to agree. She skipped her way towards the food that had been delivered just before the bath began. 

“Hey!” Tohru tried to race the other woman. She sped over to the food, only seconds too late to grab it. 

“She was speaking to me!” Elma was quick to fight, wanting to ensure the accidental place of prominence she had been given. She pushed Tohru aside with her belly. Their fat collided, spraying sweat in all directions. Elma clutched the bag of food to her chest, not caring that grease would stain her clothes. She ran, tucking her thick tail so that Tohru could not grab it. 

“Stop!” Tohru called, sprinting after. Her breasts bounced up and down, smacking her in the face over and over. She felt slow and sluggish, weighed down by the fat forced upon her by Lcuoa’s commanded eating sprees. When Tohru arrived back at the couch, Elma had already prostrated herself on the nearly immobile woman’s fat. A burger was held in one hand, grease and condiments running from between her fingers. Lucoa was splotched and dotted with the runoff from the bag and burger. She only became messier as Elma held the food out. Lucoa sucked it down in one gulp, chewing sloppily. Food splattered further out than before. Tohru watched as all of her progress was undone. Further, she watched as Elma continued to feed the goddess. Tohru could practically feel Lucoa’s favor drifting towards the other woman. Her heart raced, trying to think of ways to maintain her relevance. She would do anything to keep her lady pleased. That was how one guaranteed safety. The willingness to do or sacrifice anything.

--- Chapter 7 ---

Kobayashi sighed as she walked up to her apartment door. Her shoulders slumped as she saw a pile of filled trash bags on one side and fast food deliveries on the other. Evidently, things had not gone well. “Tohru,” Kobayashi huffed, defeated. “Are you only good at being my maid?” she asked the empty air of the hallway. She set her luggage down, politely putting it behind her so that others might be able to pass by. Oddly, though, she had not seen any of her usual neighbors. It might have been just her imagination but the complex seemed a little empty, more than a bit rundown. The question was pushed from her mind as she opened the door, unlocking it with her key. The door swung backwards, allowing a steamy, fetid air to flow out. Kobayashi took a step back, breathing the stagnant air of her apartment. “Tohru!” She yelled, frustration boiling over. “What did you do?” 

“Oh, uhm. . .hey Kobayashi.” Tohru’s face appeared in the crack between the door and frame. Even in the gloom of the apartment, the redhead could tell that Tohru was heavier. Her face had a permanent double chin and the fingers holding the door were too fat for the white gloves she wore. At least, what had once been white gloves. They were stained from all manner of food. “Could you maybe. . .come back later?” Tohru asked, her voice wavering. “Just trying to. . .straighten up.” Tohru was nervous, fidgeting behind the door. 

“Tohru, what the hell is going on?” Kobayashi asked again. She moved towards the door, trying to push it. It thumped against Tohru, who did not move. “Is Lucoa here?’ 

“BBBBBLLLLLLLLAAARRRRUUUUUP!” Kobayashi was given an answer to her question, though she did not understand it. The belch came from deep within the apartment, uttering out with enough force to shake the landing she stood on. Tohru winced, wishing that her former master had not invoked that name. 

“Yes. . .our goddess is here.” Tohru nodded furiously, head shaking from fear of what was to come. “We have been taking good care of her like you asked. Did everything we could to make her happy!” Tohru started to close the door, but Kobayashi wedged her shoulder in. 

“Maybe she can talk some sense into you.” Kobayashi tried reaching out for the Lucoa she remembered. “Lucoa! Could you tell her to let me in?” Kobayashi said, sealing her fate. 

“No! Kobayashi!” Tohru threw back the door, she went to push the other woman away. “You need to-” 

“BRING HER HERE!” Lucoa’s voice thundered through the apartment and echoed into the streets. Kobayashi jerked back, now fearing for her life. She went to follow her former maid’s final instruction, but was caught. Tohru had hold of her arm. 

“Tohru, wait.” Kobayashi said, trying to pull away. Thick fingers attached to a flabby arm held her. Tohru was a miserable wreck of her former self, now exposed to the world. She was fatter, clearly unbathed, and her clothes had large rips in them. She gripped Kobayashi tightly, but not painfully. Her face was devoid of emotion, but her eyes still tracked her former master. Tohru began to walk Kobayashi into her apartment.

The redhead was treated to the cesspool that it had become. trash field all the corners, outlining the walls. The atmosphere was oppressive, with the air like a steam room. She smelled sweat and food throughout the darkness. Her senses were only more assaulted as her eyes grew used to the darkness. The curtains had been pulled over the glass door leading to the balcony. What light came through illuminated a vast, jiggling body. Kobayashi looked with horror at what had been done to her former friend. “Lucoa. . .we can fix this!” Kobayashi grew panicked as she was brought back towards the sloppy mass of fat. Two buttcheeks taller than Kobyashi blocked the normal path through the living room. Kobayashi was pulled forward. Tohru moved with cold roboticism, as if commanded by someone else. Her grip was complete, with no wavering of strength. The massive buttcheeks loomed over them, back fat oozing to either side of them. “Whatever went wrong, we. . .we can fix it!” Kobayashi started to become frantic. 

“Fix?” The immobile goddess chortled. “What’s. . .BBBLLLLUURRUUUP. . .wrong?” Kobayashi gulped as the formerly wise and calm dragon flapped what remained of her arms. Concentric rolls, big enough to swallow all but her hands, shuffled back and forth. “Kobayassscchii. . .BBLOOORRUUP. . .I’m perfect. . .uuuurrup. . .I’m. . .a god.” A chortle spread floated up through the bloated expanse. It was complemented by a gurgle of hunger. Kobayashi started to put together what was about to happen. She was to be a sacrifice for a goddess gone rogue. As Tohru started to climb Lucoa’s fat, the office worker fought to break away. She was drug kicking and screaming around to face Lucoa head on. Many chins cascaded down from a corpulent, corrupt face. Breasts that rivaled motorcycles dangled down across a gut that was big enough to press against the glass. Her body was a swamp of sweat and trapped food. Elma, Kobayashi saw, rolled amongst the fat. Her coworker slid up and down sensually on Lucoa, offering her food. Kobayashi’s stomach turned. 

“I can just go away! Please!” Kobayashi put her hands together, offering prayers to a god that did not care for her. Worse, she was a goddess that saw her only as fuel. “I promise I haven't seen anything. I can forget all about dragons.” She looked back at Tohru, who still had not taken her eyes off of Lucoa. “Anything!”

Lucoa grumbled, final vestiges of her former personality troubling her. She pushed through as she had with everything else. She was a goddess, one that demanded to be served. Kobayashi had begged for the goddess to return, even without knowing what kind she had been. Eons had passed, lulling Lucoa’s memories of divinity to sleep. She had not been a kind goddess, but rather one of toil and sacrifice. People had served her, died for her, and begged her for any small favor. Those prayers were all unanswered, as was Kobayashi’s. “But. . .OOOORRRRUUUUP. . .they won’t. . .BBBUUURRAAAP. . .forget you.” She huffed before taking a petulant bite of another burger from Elma. “I’m a. . .ooorrup. . .JEALOUS goddess.” She laughed as Tohru started to haul Kobayashi through the sodden rolls. Kobayashi slumped, dragged over sweat stained rolls. She was marinated by Lucoa’s runoff. The goddess opened her mouth, ready to receive the most delicious meal she had ever eaten. She allowed only a small peep from Tohru as Kobayashi was shoved into her mouth. A little whimper.