Dealer’s Choice - Ah My Goddess WG - 06

No sooner had she gotten through the door to the Mishima Maid Cafe, than Belldandy found herself staring down what was quite possibly the largest cake she had ever seen.

Unbeknownst to most, the Mishima corporation was founded not on technology like so many had assumed, but as one of Japan’s oldest surviving baking companies who prided themselves on their sweets. Infact, a majority of maid cafes, which operated under many titles, all delivered profits right to Sayoko’s doorstep as she controlled the monopoly on both friendly and rival services. Through their combined might, she would crush Belldandy’s eternal sweetness under lumps of corporate sugar which was streamed as she tackled this monstrous confectionery in front of an audience lucky enough to purchase seats.

“Wow! There’s so many people here, Miss Sayoko! Do you want me to clean, cook or serve everyone here?”

Sayoko looked over Belldandy’s tent-like dress and marveled how even all that fabric could barely cover her tremendous proportions. Belldandy had to have weighed close to half a ton by this point but still managed to float around the room as though she was as light as a feather. Her dress billowed and swayed as she balanced entire trays of food atop her colossal hips in order to provide her services more efficiently. The only hints to her heaviness was the slight tremors which resonated from every step she took as she trailed behind her boss.

“No, actually Bell, I’ve brought you here today to provide everyone here a different sort of entertainment.”

With a snap of her fingers, the trays were lifted from Belldandy’s gargantuan hip shelves by a couple of men in suits who efficiently deposited three strong restaurant chairs behind her. Sayoko’s fingers sunk into the goddess’ broad shoulders as she gestured her to sit while the table with the enormous cake was lifted towards her.

“Um, Miss Sayoko?”

Sayoko placed a single finger upon her pudgy lips to silence her as she gestured towards the enormous cake.

“Now Bell, we’ve been friends for a long time, right? It’s become clear to me now that I’ve really been underselling your skills because I’ve been thinking about you back when you were a bit more...shall we say...svelt? I had forgotten that people do change over time and their interests along with them.”

The cake seemed even larger as it towered before her, composed of at least ten separate layers of whipped frosting atop multiple sweet sensations. There was enough butter fat in even a single piece to put the most elaborate wedding cake to shame, entirely at Sayoko’s request. She massaged Belldandy’s broad shoulders before leaning over as much of her best employee’s thickness as she would dare to place a dessert fork into her pudgy hands.

“All these people have come out to see you, Bell. You won’t disappoint them will you?”

The plan was simple. Belldandy was a crowd pleaser and would never dare to disappoint anyone even a little. Sayoko had prepared a treat with more than 100,000 odd calories in it that not even three girls of her immense size would be capable of demolishing without appearing to be a total pig. A live streaming event to blend the two halves of Mishima industries was the best idea she ever had.

Belldandy smiled sweetly as she combed one of her bangs out of the way of her chubby cheeks. Her numerous chins wobbled  as she settled back to make herself more comfortable. Her enormous belly, already substantially soft, inspiring and full droops dangerously low to the ground as she begins to cut a small, lady-like bite from the side of it with her fork, causing the crowd at the diner to gasp with nervousness as they fear such an enormous cake may collapse under its own weight.

The confectionary was massive. Belldandy was too but threatened to only exceed expectations as she neatly and dutifully ate away at her sugary burden. Sayoko gestured the cameras to zoom in on her massive belly,  which supports her already titanic breasts as the last bastion against their inevitable sag. An industrial strength bra would be no support if she ever got all of that cake inside of her.

“It’s going to push out to her knees!” Says one of the online comments, immediately flooding the livestream. “I’ve heard about this happening before to some models!”

“What’s her website?”

“She’s gargantuan!”

Those who knew Belldandy were well aware of her affinity towards sweets, both the kind made and consumed by her, but this was entirely on another level. Carefully and methodically she cut away with small, lady like bites which she thoroughly enjoyed and chewed her way through in an almost rhythmic motion as she clasped her free hand to her wobbling left cheek as though to emphasize her pleasure.

“Oh this is so yummy!”

The crowd Sayoko had called into the restaurant were not just regular patrons, but rather members of the speed eating aficionados who frequented the online and in person scene. They were no strangers to gluttons who wanted to put on a show and boast about their eating capacity, sometimes even rubbing lotion upon their enormously distended bellies claiming that it softened the muscles or protected against stretch marks, but Belldandy was different. There was a charming, yet determined calm to her as she ate away at her meal with such grace so as not to even spill a single crumb and to lick every dollop of icing clean off her form as it journey back and forth to her hungry maw.

Eating such an enormous dish was not a battle for Belldandy. She did not fight against her fullness or viscously attempt to hack and slash away at her hated foe, but took apart the cake like it was the world’s most gentle demolition project. Layer by layer she ate her way through, taking the time to thank each and every ingredient in her mind for the nourishment she was about to receive as she neatly and carefully chewed and swallowed every bite to savor it as though it were her last.

She chewed politely and with her mouth closed each time. We’re this a gladiatorial match, she would be making friends with the lions rather than trying to defend herself from them and it was working. She asked for a glass of water every so often but never once appeared to be stalling for time to allow her belly to digest.

After ten minutes, the entire first layer had disappeared and made its way into the depths of her great apron of a belly which did not even appear to demonstrate an ounce of fullness. Ten more and the second was gone too.

After half an hour, she had put away just over a third of the gigantic dessert. The only change Sayoko had noticed was how Belldandy now leaned back against her chair with her enormous thighs spread within her dress to allow her belly more room to grow. The goddess took to massaging her enormous gut with one free hand as she drank another cup of water, allowing her pudgy fingers to resound with an audible dullness in the room. Her saggy breasts were gradually being pushed to the sides by the rising dome of her belly which finally showed some signs of distending.

With each bite, she powered forward as her once calm expression grew more determined. Her pace never once slowed and yet she appeared to be growing a little more flushed. Had she reached her limit?

The crowds both in person and online hushed themselves as she worked on the lower and largest tiers of the cake; great cylinders of chocolate and cream the size of car tyres attempting to add themselves to the rotund spare of her belly in its pre-filled state.

Belldandy began to gasp as she worked her way through, breathing heavily enough to be heard but in as feminine and ladylike a way as she could manage. Unable to lean forward any further, she hoists the tray which four men had to carry the monstrous dessert upon in the first place atop the shelf formed by her gut in order to reach the remaining pieces of uneaten frosting.

“She’s really going to do it...isn’t she…”

The last layer sits itself before her as she continues to smile for the crowd while she eats in the same, methodical way but with increased pace. More than two pounds of baked goods pass her lips each minute as her belly continues to swell, adopting a more balloon like appearance as opposed to a mere wall of flesh. It begins to creep across the cold floor as gravity takes hold, warming every inch of tile like a blanket of a coming spring.

It is five minutes to the hour before Belldandy finished that impossible amount of food, much to the resounding cheers of both her watchers online and in person. Without even being asked to, several of Sayoko’s company men immediately descend upon her to help hoist the enormous woman to her feet. She now weighs at least a hundred pounds more in ingested food alone and all of it within her gargantuan belly. Estimates from the still images taken in the recordings would put it at around 150 inches around and then some at its widest point before she collapsed back down onto the seats with a heavy thud. A fourth chair was added to cushion the redistributed load for the safety of not only herself but those fortunate enough to sit behind her.

“Y-you’re a monster…H-how…”

Sayoko’s words trembled in her throat as she found the courage to approach the cake-filled goddess. She had to remind herself of the plan’s alternative motives as the shock of seeing Belldandy put away so much food subsided.

“Never mind. You do realize that those calories won’t just magic themselves away, right? Anyone who eats such a massive amount of food is sure to gain at least an average of 20 pounds of fat at the very least!”

Belldandy merely smiled as she pressed a napkin to her lips. Not a single crumb or icing smear was left on the enormous tray as she had made sure to eat everything down to the last crumb. She suppressed the smallest of belches, almost imperceivable to the human eye as she waved to the roaring applause of fans both on and off camera.

“It’ll be alright, Miss Sayoko! Thank you so much for trying to check on me, but I don’t think that another twenty pounds will make much of a difference as I currently am.”

There was just no getting through to this girl. Everything she said was so innocent and sweet. Everything thrown at her she turned ot her advantage! It was infuriating in so many ways as all logic and reason either seemed to zip over her head or be converted into unbridaled purity.

This was the last straw.

“No, no, NO, NO, NO!” Sayoko snapped. “That’s not possible! You’re not possible! You’re supposed to feel sick to your enormous stomach! You’re supposed to be embarrassed or angry about your once gorgeous figure being buried under so much jiggling fat!”

The room went silent as Sayoko’s tirade continued.

“You’re going to wake up tomorrow feeling softer! It’ll take days for that belly to shrink even a little as all that you eat is converted to so much obesity! You’ve now stretched out your belly so much that your appetite is going to become insatiable! You’re going to need to be fed constantly! Doesn't this upset you?! Doesn’t ANYTHING upset you?!”

Sayoko noticed that she was now the center of attention. Even the belly cameras placed under the table were pointed up at her. She felt her face start to turn red.

“And what are you all looking at! I’m just saying what you’re all thinking! Y-you should all be disgusted with yourselves! You should feel terrible for what poor belldandy has done to her body! We used to be rivals back in college! We used to be-”

A blanket of softness enveloped her mid tirade as Belldandy managed to heave herself to her feet and dragged her into her fleshy rolls and folds. Softness beyond that of any man made pillow sank around her but did not at all feel heavy in spite of the goddess’ great size.

“That’s enough, Miss Sayoko,” Belldandy breathily cooed into her ear. “Rest now with me and we’ll let all that stress from work fade away.”

The anger and resentment of so many years seemed to lose itself in her softness as Sayoko found her negativity rapidly draining away. The suggestion of sleep in itself was enough to make her eyes feel heavy as she allowed the enormous woman to cradle her in the cavernous depth of her enormous bosom as she reclined against the slope of her stuffed belly. A comfortable warmth radiated from Belldandy’s body as the goddess bowed as much as her belly would let her out of politeness as she heaved her employer off to the staff lounge.

“Rest now, Miss Sayoko. Even if you have a bad day, you will see that by tomorrow that the world is a more wonderful place.”