AriF180

Huffing filled the room as I attempted to push myself out of bed. I had been asleep for a while as I had a large feast due to my nerves becoming too much for my 3rd feast. I had overheard that it was a surprise I could still go, given that the goddesses before were never seen out after their 2nd. I assumed they meant that they got too busy, but now with my growth, I knew it meant something else: they were too fat to move. Finally getting up, I felt my belly weigh me down as it hung past my hips to my mid-thigh, a medium roll laying on top as my thighs were large logs that fought for space, hanging over my knees and preventing me from bending fully. My arms looked like large pillows as they hung over my lower arm, my chubby hands reaching for my belly. My double chin stayed the same, but my cheeks were still puffing up, making my face very round. I lifted my belly and made my way to the cart, feeling my legs grow tired as my belly growled greedily. I noticed before that my dress, which

It's been well over a year since I became the new goddess of my village. Since day one, the town has given me an endless stream of food, which I used to struggle eating all, but now I await a new offering each minute. My body hasn't been safe from all the food though, it had actually been taking each bit and adding onto my heavy frame. Each morning I heaved myself out of bed and waddled to my platform, my thighs pushing into each other more with each step, my belly jiggling as well as it began to hang down. My arms were pillowy and soft as I made my way to the cushioned platform, plopping down quickly as I breathed heavily. Lately I've been using my cart more, going into town on foot became more tiring as even outside the people gladly offered me food, which I gladly accepted and ate and added more weight to me. Eventually the offers felt too little and I started to indulge in medium meals every hour or so to keep myself full, which was becoming harder and harder to obtain as I was

My village for over 2,000 years has crowned a new goddess once the previous one turned too old. The catch is, there is no random raffle or game to see who is the next goddess, it was decided the moment we were born. Fortunately for the town but unfortunately for me, my name is Katlifina which landed me as the next goddess when I turned 17. They decided to implement a system that we barely know works, but seems to work best if most letters fit the word: fat. Essentially, I was doomed but also destined for this.  I woke up and realized it was my birthday, 17. With a sigh of nervousness and worry, I walked into the main room. My family all looked towards me with excitement as my grandmother held a large bundle of white fabric, walking towards me. Another catch is that we don't know what the Goddess truly does or look like, we aren't allowed into the temple for reasons no one likes to tell, but my family knows. My grandmother tapped my shoulder and handed the fabric bundle to me, "take