A Tale of a Goddess

In a cold home thatched together with straw and wood on a chilly winter night, there was a dolphin and her daughter sitting together in front of a fire. The daughter was pleasantly plump despite her young age, but she paid those little details no mind as she ate a chocolate bar and rubbed her stuffed tummy. The mother was outright obese, her blubber having a neverending appetite as she kept stuffing food down her throat. The both of them loved each other very much, but not as much as they loved food—such was the norm in their little village of theirs.

Humming, the girl finished off her chocolate bar, her high-pitched voice breaking the monotony of grunts and moans of feasting. “Momma, how did the world come to be the way it is? Why do we eat so much?”

The mother stopped, finishing off a few chicken wings before stifling a burp and murmuring a quick prayer before addressing her daughter’s concerns. Her heavy voice reflected her girth and the words she said as she pulled her daughter in for a fleshy hug. “It all started a long time ago. I know you like stories, Rotofei, so please lean into your mother’s belly as she retells a story passed down through generations and generations...”

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Long ago, there was only darkness surrounding the world—no, the entire universe.

It was cold, an infinities’ worth of nothingness. Black was the only colour there was, and the only thing there was one being. This goddess was named Dolofan, whose appearance was round and plump, much like the modern peoples of our world.

Dolofan had been at a loss for many a millennia and then some. She was a goddess of life and energy, yet every world She had created She had destroyed. “Why is this so?” Dolofan pondered into the neverending darkness, before uttering one command to shape the heavens.

“Let there be earth, and therefore, let there be stars to enlighten the earth.”

Slowly, but surely, the darkness began to become less and less cold as dots of yellow littered the sky. In the middle of the darkness was a giant star, which the goddess had named the Sun. A stray star had burst into a cold rock, creating the world we have today, with mountains as high as to reach the heavens, and oceans so deep as to reach Hell itself. Dolofan was pleased with this development, and had commanded the universe once more:

“Let there be life, and therefore, let there be food to satisfy the life.”

Slowly, but sureless, the deity looked upon Her creations and smiled as She saw them walk and begin to eat with hearty ambitions. The first remnants of civilisations were made, with primitive huts and tools to confirm they were there in the first place. This civilisation would therefore be named today as Hippopotamia, which described both their way of life and their peoples.

These people were hard workers and placed honesty before anything else, which pleased Dolofan immensely. They were also gluttons, trading food for tools and what not to get the things they needed. They were plump, the men having paunches to show their appetite, while the women had breasts as wide as half a cubit, and rumps as wide as a single cubit. To describe them simply, they would be fat.

Dolofan sat back and watched as they began to develop into something more.

Slowly, wars and advancements in society began to bloom, the goddess cheering and weeping for each one that happened. Many battles were fought over whether or not She existed (and She did, for every weakness to a nation, she granted them strength to overcome it), or if She was the true god. She never bothered to tell them any ways of life, just waiting to see what conclusion they would go to in Her name. One creature told his brethren that She would have wanted them to eat plentifully and become large like in Her image. To Her credit, She did, but She wouldn’t have said it out loud; just gleefully watching as they began to stuff themselves silly, grinning as one complained that there wasn’t enough food to please them all.

“Let there be more food to satisfy the people.”

The area the first few civilisations were in was called the Fertile Crescent. It was no surprise, of course, that there had been a sudden boom of food, surplus amassing at an amazing rate. Every year, the deity struggled to come down there and commend them all every time She saw someone’s belly hang past their knees, their rumps being as large as two cubits. Slowly, but surely, civilisations were growing, both literally and figuratively, their figures expanding to greater weights and greater girths.

Of course, as the avians say nowadays, every chick must soon leave its nest. With apprehension at the fact that food supply may run out, they slowly expanded across the lands, many creatures inhabiting the land that they discovered. One land was filled with blistering heats, which allowed them to cook meat and have more delightful food as soon as possible. This land is where you may see gazelles and giraffes mindlessly eating under the hot sun, nude as the temperatures reach blistering heats. Another land was cold as the depths of Hell itself, which allowed them to eat frozen treats flavoured with every and any kind of berry there was. This land is where you may see bears and wolves sharing feasts and nurturing their young as they drink and lose themselves to the night, wondering why there was so little food the next day.

Entire nations and democracies were established across the giant world, some setting up cities and entire empires reflecting their people’s sizes. Religions dedicated to Her and other gods were established, all united under the single desire to eat and reflect their gods’ image. Society was becoming more independent on the people’s needs and mass production, making trades and business more prominent than ever before. One such empire had salt as a currency under the reason that more and more food can be preserved using it. The goddess was happy, Her people reflecting her beliefs and what she wanted.

Deciding to pay Her people a visit, She landed in a land not too far away from the Fertile Cresent, where people had worshipped Her the most. This land was named Fishrael, where seafood was the main priority, and many sea creatures inhabited this land, such as dolphins and whales. Walking through the capital, the deity (who was disguised as to not excite Her children) was ecstatic to see that everyone was bountifully fed, their fleshy abdomens needing carts in order to support their girth, and their rumps as large as four cubits. As to be expected, the whales were the largest, with dolphins trailing closely behind...

So it surprised Her when she saw a dolphin in rags, pitifully thin as her stomach growled for food.

Dolofan shuffled over to the starving sea creature, sitting down next to her and putting an arm on her shoulder. “My friend,” She whispered. “Why are you so blue?” The dolphin had replied with a weak voice, looking down pitifully at her body, stunted from malnutrition and lack of food. “I am not able to afford food. Had it not been for my efforts living on scraps, I would have perished a long time ago.” Dolofan smiled, standing the dolphin up and dragging her to an alley, the woman having no choice but to follow. A table was there, to her surprise, filled with things such as ham and turkey, delicacies which she had never seen before. Drooling, she had looked towards her goddess, to which She replied with two words; “Dig in.”

Dig in, she did. It was told that day that the woman had eaten enough to make the fattest creature in the world sick, starvation impacting both her metabolism and her appetite. Blubber began to pile on the dolphin’s features, her breasts becoming as round as a hippo’s rump. Speaking of, her rump was as large as an elephant’s, squishing to the sides as she sat down to finish off her last few morsels of food. Her belly layed out seven cubits in front of her, caushing her to become the new fattest person in the world at her goddess’ command. As she stifled a burp, Dolofan was next to her, Her plump body squishing against hers as She whispered into her ear.

“I, Dolofan, believe you are worthy of entiring the heavens. What is your name?” The dolphin, as soon as she heard Her name, began to lightly shed tears of joy as her prayers were answered all at once. “Gras,” she sobbed, muffled as Dolofan placed another chicken breast in her mouth.

“Eat, my friend.”

At the end of the day, Gras burped, her vast stomach almost filling the alley as the goddess layed on top of her chest, as large as She was. Smiling, She gave her child a kiss on the lips, slowly falling in love with one of her subjects as she looked upon her with loving eyes. “Please give your goddess a night to remember as you ascend into one of us...” Biting her lip, She trailed down her chest with one pudgy finger, feeling up her chest as she tenderly felt up one of her buxom breasts.

As this is a legend, the following details must not be mentioned as children will be hearing these details as well. However, it must be mentioned right now that Gras and Dolofan had then become a fat, happy couple as Dolofan decided to keep this world from being erased. They had a “small”, delightfully plump child, whose name was Rotofei, the three of them living in Anthromania—

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The child began to snore, her blubbery stomaching rising and falling as she swallowed one last helping of potato salad for the night, cutting off the dolphin from finishing her story. Smiling, she placed the fat child on her stomach, giggling as she soon felt herself drift off into another dream as well. Muttering as she finishes the epic, she says one last thing before heading off to hit the hay.

“Hah... I’m so glad Dolofan met me that day... I can’t wait for her to come home...”