A Job for this Useless Goddess - 09 (Patreon)

Information leaked and trickled through the city streets as rumors of the largest girl anyone had ever seen began to spread.

“Impossibly huge” some would describe her as.

“Ate an entire roast pig on her own and then wanted more” others would say.

Aqua’s ‘dinner and show’ package, performed up to five times a day, was certainly turning more heads than he had anticipated and so with it, had started to spark a rise in interest for the many delectables she had on offer. 

The ‘cookies’ she had produced were little more than flour and water, mixed with a little salt for flavoring and crisped to perfection in the ashes of the fireplace. Mass produced in minutes, she merely had to act as though they were in short supply daily before the citizenry would begin to feel the pinch of potentially missing out. 

“Goddess Cakes” as they would become known, started to become a bit of a commodity. Impossibly hard and tasting strongly of coals, many citizens who traded for Aqua’s delicacies preferred to keep them around as trophies to signify their rare acquisition. Some even began to wear them around their necks on a loop of string as it was certainly a far better fate than having to actually eat them. 

In exchange, many finer goods were laid out before the goddess just as she had intended. Butter, eggs, cream, milk, meats, vegetables and all manners of spices quickly exchanged hands as she continued to refine her cookies even further. What creamy richness she could combine with the purity of the water she could produce, soon gave way to the rich, lucious taste that she had pretended to be indulging in which only further spurred the exchange of more foodstuffs.

Older cakes were cast down with the caveats of being ‘too old’ to enjoy as former customers returned yet again for these light and fluffy delights rather than the pounded mess of mashed dough and water they had original once been. Anything that wasn’t a cookie was consumed by Aqua more directly as her repertoire of tasty foods expanded alongside her enormity.

Charcoal quickly turned to yellow gold that flowed rich and free through her body as higher quality ingredients brought about a more rich and addictive flavor. She was no longer acting like she enjoyed them, but was enjoying her cooking in earnest. 

The effect of this sheer abundance had an explosive effect on her size as the water goddess continued to grow by leaps and bounds, cramming cookies into her open mouth almost constantly no matter what she had appeared to be doing. Modern comforts such as ‘clothing’ continued to prove an ongoing scarcity as she struggled to fit all of that burgeoning blubber behind the magically expanded zippers and ties of her divine vestments which even with all their holy might, showed considerable strain as they attempted to keep pace with her ever growing size.

The flames of immobility licked at her heels which were themselves swallowed by the fat of her calves. It wasn’t long at all before her great belly apron finally did more than kiss the floor at certain angles as it soon became a permanent fixture of her stately waddle.

Food was coming in thick and fast just as the daily trickle of weight she was gaining continued to flow through her divine figure.

Where there was a trickle, there was a torrent.

And where there was a torrent, there would soon be a flood.