A Job for this Useless Goddess - 10 (Patreon)

‘Grinding’ 

Yes, that was the word which Kazuma called it.

Even someone as unskilled as Aqua would gradually learn to refine her skills in the kitchen after repeating the same task day in and day out. In under a week she had created foods which were the talk of the town while expending as little effort as possible to do so. 

While no master chef by any measure, she had reached that critical mass of rumor spreading which had seen the rise in value of her “Goddess Cakes” to such a level that people were bartering only the finest things for even a single cookie. 

This led to cask after cask of fine wines being delivered to the restaurant doorstep, where Aqua’s chubby fingers would soon extract the bottles of precious alcohol to add to her ‘private stash’ along with the finest of foods. Preparing them the way she liked was far more effort than her enormous body was willing to expend, even with the promises of a sated stomach. 

She sat back on at least four stools, which creaked ominously beneath her immensity as she pondered the next part of her master plan. Seasonal food and those with rapidly approaching expiry dates were going to have to go somewhere other than her enormous belly, which ached both from hunger and over fullness at the same time. This was all too much, even for a glutton like her.

“Limited time specials.”

Yes, that was another word she recalled Kazuma mentioning whenever he reminisced about the many games he had left behind. Experimenting by adding simple food stuff to the mix would be sure to generate even more hype and buzz around her cookies and allow for her cheap and easy experimentation. Naturally, she would have to charge a premium on such items, but that was a price point which her belly would decide upon whenever it recovered.

Standing up was such a monumental effort, that Aqua soon found her belly shivering ever so slightly as her belly’s lowest roll graced the stony floor with its all consuming presence. It draped over her gargantuan thighs and legs as she waddled about, sending her body into a ripple of motion as she breathlessly attempted to gather the ingredients she would need for her experiment.

A larger girl needed larger snacks. Cookies soon evolved into doughnuts as the fluffy batter was something Aqua felt best suited her new form. Each was as soft, graceful and sweet enough to match the mountains of rolls which adorned her body that it was the only clear choice. 

Wine was always something she had on hand and so wine-infused doughnuts would be the new twist on the old favourite. Her flabby fingers danced between the bowl and the bottle’s neck which in turn found its way to her own plump lips as her newest batch of freshly deep fried dough turned a lovely rose color. They smelled even more heavenly after she pulled them out of the oven and dumped them onto a cooling tray.

“And now the all important taste test! My favorite part!”

The meagre plateful of sweet treats were meant to sate a regular sized order from the masses, but were hardly a snack for a goddess of her size. Grabbing handfuls of greasy goodness, she crammed them into her waiting mouth as she chewed and swallowed. 

Her eyes widened.

She grabbed another handful and chewed some more.

The cycle repeated itself several times, garnered by several more bottles of alcohol which disappeared into her mighty frame as she gently lowered herself to the floor, alongside her belly. 

The very act of laying down was one fraught with peril at her size, but Aqua assured herself that she could not fully enjoy her new favorite treat without being able to fully relax. No couch was required as she simply raised her feet up and allowed herself to sprawl out on her own belly which billowed across the kitchen floor like a heavenly cloud.

With every bite she grew. Her hips swelled as she rose a few inches onto her own softness; her great belly surging out even farther forward as she crossed that cusp into immobility. Getting up and around was a problem for future Aqua to deal with as consuming took priority.

She had found her new champion which she welcomed into the grand halls of her celestial body. It would be upon these crumbly bits of flour and butter that she would establish the empire of food she had always dreamed of…at least since starting up this venture.

The wine eventually started to kick in as every inch of flab was soaked in her newly infused creation lulled her to dream some more. She settled into her own blubber, with only the wafting scent of a small batch she had prepared for tomorrow’s sale mere inches out of arm’s reach. 

Her hands, still not satisfied by the small, but highly fattening feed, had other plans…