Palutena the Goddess of Gluttony

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Palutena (Kid Icarus) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)

WORDS: 6000

Palutena decides to visit the mortal realm to personally meet with her worshipers. Over the course of accepting their offerings, she gives into her gluttony to change into a goddess of mighty mass and gas issues.

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   Arriving on the outskirts of the human village via a pillar of light, Palutena put her blue eyes to the task of surveying the surrounding landscape. Stepping out onto the road with her sandal-clad feet, she had to avoid a rolling dust cloud to prevent it from sullying the flowing, white gown and gold jewelry adorning her body. Blocking another roaming dirt spray with a wave of her mirror staff, she took a moment to brush any lingering sand from her ankle-length green hair with her hand. Just as she was about ready to start off down the road, she was stopped by a ringing in her ear.

   “Lady Palutena, can you hear me?” asked Pit through their telepathic connection. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? You left Skyworld without any notice.”

   “Oh, sorry about that,” Palutena calmly replied as she began to walk. “I didn’t mean to upset anyone. This was kind of a spur of the moment trip.”

   “Trip? A trip to where?”

   “The mortal realm,” Palutena answered.

   “What are you doing there?”

   “For the longest time, you’ve told me how grateful the humans are for everything we do for them,” she replied, looking off in the distance to see a small village. “I figured I’d return their prayers with an in-person visit. Maybe give them a chance to hear their woes directly so we can do a better job of helping them.”

   “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Pit asked. “There are a lot of stories about what happens whenever a god meets with mortals. Anything from turning people to flowers, cities sinking beneath the sea, or geese doing, er, bad things.”

   “Those are just myths,” Palutena answered. “You have nothing to worry about Pit. At the first sign of danger, I promise to warp right back up to Skyworld.”

   “Hmm, I guess that will work,” Pit begrudgingly accepted. “Just make sure you remember to tell us next time you step out, okay? It’s dangerous to go down there without some kind of escort.”

   “I’m telling you, there’s nothing to worry about,” Palutena reaffirmed as she made it through the front gates. “When the people see me, I’m sure I’ll be welcomed with open-“

   “STOP RIGHT THERE!”

   Cutting off her connection to Pit before he could listen in, Palutena focused her attention on the mortal in front of her. The young man acted as the village’s guard, with only a set of shabby, leather armor and a rusty, blunt spear at his disposal. He wasn’t much of a threat to her physically, but his little outburst was enough to gain the attention of everyone else in the village. One by one, the people stopped what they were doing to gather at the entrance to see what was going on.

   “W-who are you?” the man with the spear asked, his entire body shaking with fear. “S-state your business.”

   “You have nothing to fear,” Palutena replied. “I am Palutena, Goddess of Light.”

   Despite Palutena’s proclamation, all she was met with were skeptical expressions from the villagers.

   “I suppose it’s a little much for you to accept it at face value since you’ve never seen me in-person,” she commented. “Perhaps this will do the trick.”

   Hoisting up her staff, Palutena twirled it through the air. Successfully channeling her divine powers, she pushed out a collection of sparkles from the surface of the blue orb. As the glittering particles reached an appropriate enough height, she released her hold on the energy to create a glowing ball of light. Controlling the sphere with swings of her staff earned her the expected gasps of wonder from the performance. By the time she dismissed the fantastical display, she was more than ready to accept the round of applause given out by the villagers.

   “Do forgive our rudeness, Lady Palutena,” pleaded the guard, his entire body prostrated along the dirt road.

   “It’s quite alright,” Palutena said, grasping his hand to help him into a standing position. “I’m not here to dispense any divine intervention. I only wanted to visit the people that have sent me so many prayers.”

   “Is that so?”

   The crowd around the entrance of the village split up to allow a single person to pass through. The old man sported a long, grey beard that reached down to his waist and a set of eyes that showed the many years they had witnessed. Walking towards Palutena with the help of his cane, he gave a bow of his head.

   “I am the chief of this village,” the man said. “It is a great honor to have you in our presence. Please, come with me. We will show you our hospitality.”

   “That’s really not necessary,” Palutena replied. “All the thanks I need is to see you all living happily.”

   “Nonsense,” the chief answered back. “After everything you’ve done for us, the least we can do is treat you to some of our food. It was by your grace that we were able to create such a sizable bounty this year.”

   “Well…”

   Palutena paused for a moment, letting her fingers linger on her stomach as she recalled that she had skipped breakfast in her rush to leave Skyworld. “I suppose a few bites wouldn’t hurt.”

   Following the chief into the largest house in the village, Palutena tried to remain calm even as she could see her crowd of followers gathering behind her. Treating them with a wave of the hand and a gentle smile seemed to keep them appeased. While a few couldn’t hide their fear of the divine from their faces, most of them were merely happy to be in her presence. Graciously accepting the hospitality, she allowed the villagers to sit her at the head of a modest, stone dining table.

   “Here you are, Lady Palutena,” the chief said as a platter of smoked meats were placed in front of her. “I hope you like it. It’s our village’s specialty.”

   Picking up a strip of beef, Palutena tilted her head. She had only heard about the food of the human realm; never having had the chance to try it herself. The smokey aroma that drifted into her nostrils made her mouth begin to water. Both to appease the people and her own stomach, she opened up her mouth to take a bite.

   A pleased moan left Palutena’s lips as she sunk her teeth in. Tearing off the chunk of meat, she let it roll around on her tongue for a few moments before swallowing. Licking her lips clean of the remnants, she showed no hesitation in going in for another helping.

   What started off as a small taste turned into a full feast for Palutena as the villagers continued to bring in trays of different smoked meats to please her. Whether it was cow, pig, or some wild game, each strip had the same effect of tantalizing her taste buds. To help her through with the feast, the people were also quick to provide goblets of wine that she quickly chugged down. Lost in her indulgence of food and drink, it came as a surprise when she was finally forced to stop when she reached the limits of her appetite.

   Leaning back in her seat, Palutena tried to deal with the after effects of her indulgent feast. Aside from feeling like was on the brink of bursting, her meal had left her with a prominent potbelly that made the front of her robe go taut. Sliding her hand along her gut to try and ease it helped a little with the pain. Pushing in a little too hard ended up with a small burp parting her lips.

   “Oh, excuse me,” Palutena said, covering her mouth as a red blush appeared on her cheeks. “That was so rude of me.”

   “That’s nothing to worry about,” the chief answered with a playful chuckle. “We’ll take that as a sign that you enjoyed our food.”

   “Is that so?” Palutena asked, receiving a nod in reply. “If that’s the case…”

   Grabbing onto her belly, Palutena began to purposefully jiggle it around. The sloshing noise she created was soon joined by a steady stream of burps leaving her throat. The display served the purpose of both showing her gratitude for the feast and allowing her to re-taste the delicious meat. Getting a little too overzealous with her shaking thanks to the cheers of the crowd, she accidentally allowed a gas bubble to slip down and emerge in the form of an abrupt PHHHRRTTT from her rear.

   The sound made Palutena freeze as still as a statue. As the unkind odor wafted its way up to her face, her eyes drifted towards the villagers. Forced to stay in the awkward silence for a few moments, Palutena breathed a sigh of relief as the chief broke the tension by clearing his throat.

   “I do apologize for the indigestion, Lady Palutena,” he said, his stoic expression flinching a bit as he got a whiff of the fart. “We are not used to serving food for the divine.”

   “It’s alright, UUURRP really,” Palutena replied. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Everything was delicious.”

   “We’re very glad to hear that,” the chief said, he and the others smiling at her in response. “Can we get you anything else?”

   “No, I think that’ll be all for me,” Palutena said, standing up from her seat and picking up her staff once more. “I intend to visit multiple human settlements. From what I understand, there are quite a few so I have my work cut out for me.”

   “While we are sorry to see you go, we understand,” the chief replied. “That being the case, could we at least send you off with some food for the road?”

   “That’s really not necessary, I BWOOOORRRP.”

   Waving away the burp cloud, Palutena once more got to experience the taste of the meal. The lingering smell partially covered up the aroma from her gas release and brought back an urge from her stuffed stomach. Figuring a little more wouldn’t hurt, she replied, “Perhaps a small bag of meat should suffice?”

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   Having learned her lesson from previous experience, Palutena tried to set up her teleportation destination to obscure her arrival. This time, her landing site was set amongst the trees of a forest a short distance away from the nearby village. Bemoaning the trek it would take for her to arrive at the entrance, she saw it as an opportunity to get some exercise in to try and undo the damage done by the mortal realm’s generous offerings of food.

   Ducking under tree limbs and avoiding roots, Palutena had to occasionally pause to balance the chubby belly that pushed up against the inside of her dress. The silky fabric did no favors in hiding the extra bit of heft that had been layered around her bosom to match the growth rate of her gut. She was thankful that her skirt managed to hide her bubble butt as she traversed the wilderness, but she worried that it wouldn’t do much to stop one of her more concerning issues.

   A misstep over a stump nearly sent the goddess plummeting to the ground. While she was able to catch herself in time, the damage was done as she felt her pudgy tummy shift back and forth. Try as she might to hold back the lingering gas from her last meal, she knew it was a futile effort. Given a choice as to how the pressure would relieve itself, she clenched her butt cheeks as close together as possible. Though she attempted to stifle the release by placing her fingers against her mouth, they proved ineffective in blocking a loud belch from bursting out to jiggle her two chins as it echoed through the forest.

   Any lingering sense of relief Palutena felt from the burp was undone as she heard a rustling in the nearby bushes. Stepping out from the foliage was a group of hunters clad in light armor and wielding spears. Seeing the wide-eyed expressions on their faces, she was unsure if they were either scared of her or confused by the rude noise she had made. Regardless, the men took on a much different demeanor upon recognizing her mirror staff and green hair.

   “Lady Palutena!” one of the hunters proclaimed, he and the rest of the men putting away their spears to avoid any further confusion. “Sorry for the aggressive response. We thought we heard some kind of beast in this area. What brings you to our forest?”

   “My intention was to pay a visit to your village,” she replied. “I’d rather slip in without causing too much of a scene. I planned to go pay your leader a visit to see how things are for your community and then take my leave.”

   “Nonsense,” one of the hunters said, waving for the goddess to follow him. “A goddess like you needs to be given a proper greeting. I know it’s not much, but we just finished cooking up our latest hunt. Please, won’t you join us?”

   “Well…”

   Palutena’s moment of hesitation was supposed to give her a chance to think of an escape plan. She had been through similar situations of the mortals insisting that she take part in their impromptu feasts. The few seconds she had to think resulted in the usual outcome of her being unable to resist the temptation of her hunger and the human’s expectant face. Promising herself that THIS  would be the last time, she gave a nod of her head and followed the hunters through the forest.

   Upon arriving at the camp, Palutena let out a surprised gasp as she beheld the sizable boar being roasted over the fire. The scent of meat that drifted into her nose mixed with the open kegs of wine that were being freely shared among hunters. The promise of drink and roasted meat hindered the goddess’s ability to hold herself back. Able to stop drool from leaking from her lips with a quick wipe of her hand, she graciously accepted the chair seated next to a makeshift table.

   Palutena only managed to keep herself still for a few seconds as the hunters placed a platter of carved meat in front of her. Driven by insatiable hunger, she failed to notice the set of utensils set out for her as she dove right in. Trying once more to satiate her ravenous belly, she showed little restraint as she tore into the meat. Exacerbating the issue was the delicious flavor that met her tongue that beckoned her to continue devouring like the very beast that was on her plate.

   Mere moments after finishing the first serving, Palutena was given another platter of meat alongside a mug of wine to wash it all down. Taking a deep swig, she brushed the lingering droplets from her lips before letting out an echoing belch. Part of her was still embarrassed by the display, but that was quickly overtaken by the feeling of elation that filled her body as she dug her teeth into the meat once more.

   Over the course of her feast, more of the goddess’s appearance and manners began to degrade. The gown she had recently washed that very morning was quickly sprinkled with droplets of wine and chunks of meat that spilled from her mouth. Between calling out to the hunters to request more food, she freely let gas bubbles roll up her throat to free up room in her gut. It was over the course of this binge session that her body loosened up enough for the bubbles in her intestines to start spurting out. So obsessed with her own gluttony, she didn’t even flinch as loud BRRAAAAAAAPPPs slapped out of her rear to add their heavy aroma to the aura of meat and alcohol that surrounded her.

   Palutena was only able to break out of her feeding frenzy once she had finished licking up the last morsel from her plate. Easing her digestion with another PHHHHHRRRRTTT rippling out of her rear, she turned towards the hunters to ask for more food. She paused as her eyes caught a glimpse of the cooked boar, at the very least what was left with it. As her eyes gazed over the bare bones piled up to the barrels of emptied out wine, it finally dawned on her how much she had just consumed. Turning her vision back towards her overstuffed belly, she asked herself what was going on with her as she squeezed it.

   “Sorry that we ran out,” one of the hunters said, scratching the back of his head. “We’ve never had to feed a goddess before, so we had no idea that you would have such an appetite. If we had known better, we would have saved you a lot more.”

   “It’s BWOOOORRRP fine, really,” Palutena replied. “I appreciate everything you’ve given me.” Careful not to further stir up her digestion, she carefully pushed herself away from the table and stood up. “Besides, I can UUURRP grab a few snacks once I return to Skyworld.”

   “If you’d like, we could bring you back to the village,” one of the hunters suggested. “We have plenty of boars just like the one you just ate. Even a few twice as large.”

   “R-really?” Palutena asked, the hungry look that formed in her eyes taking over her focus and letting another fart slip out. “In that case, I suppose I should BWOOOORRRP visit your village for a little while. Lead the way.”

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   Still more than a little lethargic from her previous visitation with mortals, Palutena purposefully teleported herself to the middle of the village. As to be expected, her arrival was met with various gasps of shock and praise for her divinity. While the people were more than happy to spout how grateful they were for her various blessings, not a single one seemed to bring up the unsightly condition of her body.

   Waving about her plump fingers, Palutena had to be careful not to stretch herself too far for fear of bursting her bulged out belly through her gown. As she swiveled around her chins to get a good look at each of the people, she winced at the sensation of her udder-like breasts trying to free themselves from her food-stained clothing. Putting her heavy tits to good use balancing her staff, she used her hand to reach back and move aside the strands of hair that had gotten caught between her butt cheeks.

   Just as the goddess managed to free her locks, that was when her stomach let loose with a reverberating PHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTT from her rear. The loud fart threatened to enlarge the holes spread across her skirt to reveal more of her widened hips. An echoing belch rolling up her throat spread the smell further through the area to force the humans to take a step back. The momentary disgust on their faces was obvious but was soon swept away as the village leader stepped forward to greet her.

   “We are gracious to be in your presence, Lady Palutena,” the middle-aged woman said with a bow. “Please, follow me. We have already prepared a feast for your arrival.”

   “Lead the UURRP way,” Palutena replied, having learned it was best to save her energy and not try to fight the kindness of mortals. “Just make sure not to follow too close to my behind. It’s kind of… active today.”

   Heeding the goddess’s word, the leader and the rest of the villagers made an impromptu parade to guide Palutena towards the main house. As she waddled through the streets, Palutena could only wince at each blast of gas that left her body. Any control she had over the expulsions was minimal at best thanks to the unsteady nature of her digestion. However much she wanted to stop her body’s degradation, just like before, her worries were swept away as she was brought before a table covered in food.

   Mindlessly accepting the two chairs that were brought out to support her body, Palutena sat down and began her feast. Diving at the meal with ravenous hunger, she quickly gobbled up the fried eggplants before moving onto a platter of chicken legs. As she tore through the greasy meal, the limits of her clothes were pushed even further by her bulk. The added stains and crumbs that littered her outfit did little to cover up the various rips in the fabric that showed off her flesh. Though a small part of her was embarrassed by the display, it was drowned out by the flavor that greeted her tongue as she sunk her teeth into a hunk of meat.

   Rather than hold anything back, Palutena freely let her gas come streaming out of her body to leave room for her feast. Belches rolling up her throat with increasing frequency and volume. Farts from her chunky rear surrounded her in aroma of noxious fumes that filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction. So lost in her own indulgence, it came as a complete surprise to her when her fingers reached out for more food, only to grasp at an empty plate.

   Pulling her head back up, Palutena let her gaze drift over the cleared out table. Turning her attention towards her messy body and its raggedy clothing let it sink in just how far she had fallen from her once graceful visage. Sliding her fingers across her exposed belly button, she didn’t feel shame or embarrassment for what she had become. The only thing that lingered in her mind was a desire for more.

   “You must have been awfully hungry, Lady Palutena,” the village leader commented, her voice muffled by the rag around her face. “Is there anything else we can get you?”

   A small smile crept its way across the goddess’s face. “A few more BWOOOOORRRP helpings of fried eggplant would be excellent.”

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   Palutena’s arrival to the city was heralded by a group of people from various villages leading the procession. While most of the entourage took on the task of preparing for the arrival of the goddess, the rest were busy transporting her inside. Despite her insistence that she would be fine traversing the town under her own power, her worshipers wouldn’t allow it. Knowing how these arguments usually ended, she relented in giving them a chance to further show off what their hospitality had done to her.

   Hoisted up on a palanquin held aloft by dozens of people, Palutena made her presence stand out with a wave of her plump, sausage-like fingers, and a belch parting from her lips to jostle her four chins. Shuffling around in her seat, she had to adjust her hair to free it from her exposed back flab. Her efforts resulted in the strands instead getting momentarily stuck between her meaty breasts. Pulling back the locks showed off the skimpy, white top she had affixed to the watermelon-sized tits in an effort to obscure her plump nipples.

   The goddess’s choice of clothing purposefully left her sagging gut exposed. While this did mean that her belly was constantly rubbing up against her thick tights, it also provided ample opportunity to show it off to the people. Sliding her fingers along her flab rolls helped to ease her digestion from the snacks her follower continuously held up to her mouth. A strange hum of pleasure left her lips as she swallowed up a bar of chocolate while her hand slipped into her belly button to explore its depths.

   Coming to a halt at the city’s shrine, Palutena instructed her entourage to put her on the ground. As gently as possible, the people lowered the couch-sized throne down. No matter how careful they were, the soft impact still ended up sending her body into a jiggling fit. The shaking culminated in an ominous groan that served as a warning for the people to scatter. Heaving herself up into a standing position ended up being a little too much force for her gut to handle. Taking the first step, the strained skirt around her wide waist waved as if it were in a maelstrom when her double-wide rear unleashed a loud BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP.

   “Greetings, UUURRRP mortals,” Palutena announced, using the aid of her staff to shuffle forward on her bulky legs. “Apologies if I was a little BWOOOORRRRP late. I took my time eating lunch on the way here.”

   “No problem at all, Lady Palutena,” the city’s leader said; the scrawny man bowing to show reverence and avoid catching a burp to the face. “It gave us ample time to prepare your welcome feast. Right this way.”

   Having gone through similar events at multiple cities, Palutena was sure to keep herself a good distance away from her onlookers as she waddled. Anyone that moved in too close to get a glimpse at her was typically driven away by the odor that clung to her unwashed flesh. Those strong enough to endure her aroma were usually picked off at the first release of gas from either her mouth or rear. However, there were a rare few that managed to linger in her wake, showing off a strange obsession with her fat, gassy form.

   Palutena was very aware of the disgusting slob she had become, but she had ceased to care. This form allowed her the luxury of true relaxation and indulgence that had been devoid from her old lifestyle. Her body ensured that she always had room for more food and that there would be plenty of her to be seen by her adoring followers. While her smell did keep a good portion of the mortals away, it had become like a sweet perfume to her nostrils that kept her company wherever she went.

   Making her way into the main dining area, Palutena graciously accepted the pile of pillows stacked together to act as her seat. Bringing her massive form slamming down onto the cushions unleashed another cloud of farts to give her body a fresh aura of noxious fumes. Comfortably embraced by the stench, she raised up her hand and called out for the feast to begin.

   Eager to please the goddess, the people sped off to begin serving her the delicacies of their city. Sweets were stacked high on each of the platters that were brought before her, only to be toppled moments later as she shoved them into her mouth. Doughnuts heavy with glaze left their mark on her cheeks and chins as she gobbled them up. Melted droplets of ice cream fell from her lips and onto her heavy bosom to send a shiver though her flesh. Elegant sweets that were meant to be slowly consumed and savored were instead shoveled in by the handful to add further fuel to the storm brewing in her lower body. Though this unhinged indulgence resulted in her strained clothing becoming covered in a mess of stains, they were of little concern as she belched out for more food to be brought before her.

   The apex of the sweet feast came in the form of a decadent cake covered in pink icing and topped with strawberries that was almost as tall as the goddess herself. She only managed to keep herself still for a few seconds before her hunger drove her to shove her face right into the dessert. Crawling onto the table to get at every last bite, she paid little mind to the way her belly rolls dragged through the remains of her feast. Whenever she pulled up her head to let out a burp, she got a glimpse of the people staring at her display in shocked awe. Rewarding their adoration with farts billowing out of her raised up hindquarters, she made sure to return their kindness by not stopping until there wasn’t anything left.

   Rolling herself over onto her back, Palutena divided her time between releasing her post-meal gas and dragging her fingers through the layers of icing caked onto her body. While she was sucking up the leftover crumbs from her hand, a creaking noise filled the room. Assuming it was just her stomach acting up again, she tried to get rid of the sound by allowing a thunderous BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP to slap out of her rear. As the last of the fart petered off, it was drowned out by the sound of the table collapsing under her weight to send her crashing to the ground.

   Unhurt by the fall thanks to her multiple layers of blubber, Palutena strained herself to get into a sitting position. Swiveling her thick neck back and forth to see the worried expression on the people’s faces, she tried to dismiss their fears with a grin. “An excellent BWOOOORRRP feast,” she declared. “Your goddess is very UUURRP grateful. Although…I wouldn’t mind another BOOUUUURRP helping of doughnuts before I lay down for a nap.”

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   Able to make it down to the mortal world after a less than graceful lift from the other angels, Pit managed to make a crash landing on the outskirts of the city. Picking himself up off the ground, he shook the dirt out of his wings and white tunic. Trying to put his spiky, brown hair into a semblance of order, he set off towards the city gates with a single goal in mind.

   Pit had been unable to contact Palutena for a full month at this point. Though he trusted her to have the ability to take care of herself, there was still the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Thinking that the goddess might have fallen victim to a monster attack or the nefarious plans of another deity, he rushed to come to her aid.

   The angel’s mad dash slowed down the further he went into the city. The cause was the strange state of the people he passed by. Each of them couldn’t have been under 300 pounds, with their bodies only barely covered up by their clothing. Seeing the way they freely let loose gas and stuffed their faces with food, he had the suspicion that this had something to do with whatever fate had befallen Palutena. More determined than ever to find her and escape the lingering odor in the air, he managed to ask a few people to get directions to the missing goddess.

   Entering a large temple in the center of the city, Pit took note of the long line of people that reached outside the door that were carrying platters of food. Squeezing past the group’s thick thighs and doughy bellies, he managed to make his way into the main chamber. Though it took him a few moments to realize what exactly he was staring at, the sight of the strands of green hair helped him to identify what had happened to his master.

   Palutena was spread out on a custom-made, couch-like throne that just barely supported her over 1000 pounds of flab. Not a single scrap of cloth adorned her body, leaving every inch of her belly’s fat rolls on display. A momentary glance at her massive, boulder-like    breasts caused Pit to momentarily avert his gaze out of embarrassment, only for his vision to fall on the set of elephantine ass cheeks keeping her comfortable as she ate.

   As Pit moved through the procession, he took note of the numerous crumbs and splotches adorning Palutena’s chest. This mess became covered in a new layer as the goddess helped herself to a platter of fried food. Sinking her teeth in and letting a few morsels tumble down her rows of chins, she snapped her fingers to get a group of servants to begin massaging her belly. After a few circles, she opened up her maw to unleash a loud BWOOOOOOORRRRP that sent tremors through the building. Still not quite done, she began to shuffle her body back and forth to stir up her digestion. The result was a burst of flatulence blasting out of her rear to the tune of a thunderous PPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRTTTTT. While most of the congregation took their opportunity to inhale the rancid fumes of the divine being, Pit had to cover his face with his tunic to continue forward and step in front of her.

   “Lady *cough* Palutena, is that you?” Pit asked.

   “Oh, hello UUUURRRRRP, Pit,” she belched, waving her hand to summon up another platter of food. “It’s been a while since I last BWOOOOOORRRPPP saw you. Have you always been this small? I’ve never noticed.”

   “Er, I don’t mean to sound rude, but I think that’s just because you’ve become so… big.”

   “Hmm, you might have a point,” she replied, rubbing at her thick neck as another fart rippled out of her rear.

   Wincing at the stench, Pit pushed on. “How did this happen? I thought you were just going to check on the human settlements.”

   “That’s how it BOOOUUUURRRP started, but my plans changed once I had a chance to UUURRRRP try out their food.”

   Dismissing the servants with a clap of her hands, Palutena reached out to grope at her breasts and belly. “I’ve discovered so many tasty BWOOOOORRRRRP treats to eat while I’ve been down here. Savory meats, delectable sweets, and UUUUURRRP everything in-between. I just couldn’t stop myself from trying BOOOORRRRPPP everything the people brought to me.”

   “What about your… condition?” Pit asked, gesturing towards the hundreds upon hundreds of pounds making up her figure.

   “I’ll admit, I wasn’t a UUUURRRRP fan at first,” Palutena replied before giving a passionate squeeze to her love handles. “Though it may make it impossible to BWOOOOOOORRRRP wear clothes or move on my own, it’s been great to have such a plush UUUUURRRRP body to keep me comfortable.” Reaching around her hips, she let her fingers sink into her ass cheeks. Chewing on her lips at her self-grope, she showed no hesitation in unleashing another fart. “It’s the same story with my BWOOOORRRRPPP gas. I’ve come to find it absolutely UUURRRRP heavenly. And so have my followers.”

   Waiting until Pit managed to wipe the tears from his eyes, Palutena gestured towards the crowd of onlookers. “They loved my BOOOOUUUURRRRPPP body so much, they decided to mimic it. Since I’m more than a little UUUURRRP at fault for this, I decided to help them out with a blessing to increase their BWOOOOORRRRP food production.”

   “And you’re okay with living like this?” Pit asked.

   Palutena paused to scratch her chins. “I’ll admit, it’s far from how I expected to BOOOOUUUURRRRRP live, but I’ve kind of grown into it. Needless to say, I’m not in a rush to UUUURRRRP return to Skyworld anytime soon. I don’t think I can fit out the BWOOOORRRP door anyway.”

   Pit crossed his arms and thought for a moment. “Well, I guess I should be grateful that you’re safe at least. If this is how you want to be, I’m not going to stop you. I’ll just have to tell the other angels about this to let them know you’re alright. Er, maybe I’ll hold off on an in-depth description of your state though.”

   When Pit lifted up his head to meet her gaze, it was just in time to see her lean forward with her blubbery arms outstretched. Caught off guard, there was little he could do as she pulled him into a hug that smothered him against her meaty bosom. Though he struggled at first from the smell, a strange calmness overtook him as he was pressed against her soft form.

   “Thank you for UUUURRRP understanding, Pit,” Palutena said as she brushed her fingers through his hair.

   “Well, I’d do anything for you, Lady Palutena,” Pit said, trying to ignore the stains being placed on his clothes from the hug. “After all, you are the goddess of light.”

   Palutena let out a husky laugh that pushed out a few clouds of gas from her backside. “I don’t think I qualify for that UUUURRRP title anymore. No, from now on, you call me by my new title: the goddess of BWOOOOOORRRRRPP gluttony.”