A Job for this Useless Goddess - 11

Whether it was entirely intentional or not, Aqua’s quest to shape the future of culinary arts for her own profit had resculpted the waistline of almost everyone who entered the rapidly diminishing dining space of the restaurant. Food was her priority now and there was ever more of it each day as the townsfolk rightly traded their goods for hers. 

When she wasn’t eating she was cooking and when she wasn’t cooking, she was sleeping, somehow managing to still eat while staying afloat atop the blubbery mattress of her own body. The strings and glamor of her numerous party tricks allowed her to puppeteer the kitchen’s many devices from the most comfortable pillows imaginable while still ensuring she was well fed.

This solution worked well for a time until her flabby fingers grew even too large to demonstrate any semblance of dexterity beyond escorting food from plate to face.

“Stupid…*munch*...Kazuma…*scoff*...bet you’d…*munch*...love to see…*huff*...how successful…*chomp*...I am…*chew*....without you!”

With her final semblances of mobility finally reaching their absolute limit, Aqua still had one last trump card left up her skin tight sleeve. She gazed upon her sticky fingers, which still glistened with saliva and frosting, reached for the nearest roll she could, and pinched herself.

“Uuhhh...waaaaaaahhhh!”

Her cries echoed through the restaurant and gave pause to the few patrons who had tried their best to focus on making their purchases without uttering a comment about the mountainous goddess at the center of the room.

Through the many years she had spent having others do the heavy lifting for her, she had learned that none could resist the tears of a lovely maiden. Though in this case, her fat laden cheeks scrunched into puffed balls of blubber which jostled and shook as she hammed up her act.

Fretful patrons, not yet wise to the Goddess’ tactics began to approach her, offering her words of comfort and concern. Partly out of unease for how uncomfortable her blubbering had made the atmosphere, and partly out of noticing that the production of her addictive confectionaries had stopped for the first time since opening.

“Oh…*sniff*...I’m okay really…*sniff*...It’s just that…*sniff*...I don’t think I could make anymore…*huff*...I’ve let you all down…”

She paused for a moment to look through her crocodile tears as the number of people around her started to swell. She resumed her heavy bawling into the crook of her flabby arms as she sprawled out onto the floor.

Every muffled sob sent her blubber wobbling in all directions as she made herself even more pathetic. The awkwardness was magnified further when she reached out for a large cake which a customer had brought into trade which was clearly too far away for her as she fell face first off of the wobbling shelf of her enormous gut and gargantuan breasts. Several customers came to her aid.

Fresh tears erupted from her lightly bruised cheeks as she took the minor pain as a means to spur on the pathetic display. Several more customers helped hoist her back onto the oceanic mass of her belly as another carted the cake into the embrace of her greedy mouth.

“Oh...thank you all...so much! I really...REALLY...needed this.”

Aqua cared little for what others thought of her as she gorged with abandon before her captive audience. It had been almost 10 minutes since she had anything in her mouth and her distress had been palpable for almost a moment. She closed her eyes and beamed happily at her customers as she felt the hunger pangs dissipate for a few minutes more.

“You guys are so great for helping me out! I think you’re all really….um...awesome and cool! But you know what would make things even better? If you guys would stay on and help me out for a while longer!”

There was a  shuffling of feet as Aqua lurched herself forward, ensuring that her new faithful would be there to try and catch her. She was rewarded by a number of hands, swooping in to push back the overflowing goddess just as she had predicted. The purity of her confections not only made them addictive, but seemed to make people more inclined to help their creator. 

Aqua paused to lick her chubby fingers thoughtfully, ensuring that all eyes were on her as she puffed out her chest a few inches further. She had them under her spell of hypnotic jiggling.

“If you do, that would give me much more time to improve the recipe and make the treats you love even better! I just need a few days to focus on the all important taste testing…”