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Chapter Seventeen “Mm! Mmhmm!” Uschi writhed and squirmed like a snake, but her efforts to free herself from Ursa’s bear-grip were as futile as they were lazy. I myself was held firmly within Ursa’s soft bear-paws against her even-softer body. It was a tight squeeze, but not uncomfortable, and after the brief chaos of being dragged into bed, was a welcome relief. So it was all I could do but sigh to myself and stare awkwardly toward the rafters for the second time in a single night. At least this time it was from the comfort of my own home, if not my own bed. It wasn’t as if I could resist Ursa’s surprisingly strong arms so I might as well relax and get a bearing on my situation. I reclined against Ursa, feeling my surroundings. Ursa’s belly was pressing upwards against the small of my back like a massive pillow, rising and falling steadily like waves rolling gently to shore. Her breath brushed through my locks like a cool breeze. And was that a heartbeat against my ear? That could only mean my head was resting against her upper breast. It was even softer than her belly, and as warm and smooth as a fresh chicken egg. It was all so strangely comforting, and I was tempted to let go of all my worries and fade blissfully into sleep. But alas, there was Uschi. I could feel her behind me and on my right, still squirming slowly between our two bodies. It was hard to discern what part of her I was feeling, but her Sisterly habit left most of her skin exposed for visual pleasure – now rubbing slowly against my side. She kept twisting and grinding her hips, her thighs rubbing against mine like snakes until one of them tangled between my legs for good. This forced her to turn towards me, till one of her breasts was rolling against my side. Now I was between the breasts of two different women, one pair bigger than the other, the other pair restlessly moving, and both rising and falling with breath just enough to keep me from falling asleep. Meanwhile, Uschi’s moans had transitioned from muffled protests into… something else. I couldn’t see what she was doing, facing away from her as I was, but I judged based on where her pitiful mewlings were coming from, her face was still firmly-planted against Ursa’s breast. I listened more closely, ignoring the ear still pressed against Ursa’s faint heartbeat. “Mmf…” Uschi groaned. “…mm…mmh…” My eyes widened in the darkness. Was Uschi… drinking? By all the divinities in heaven and hell, that’s exactly what it sounded like! These were no mere sips either; she was guzzling. Uschi was partaking in the nectar of the gods – the goddess! The very thought of it sent a chill down my body so intense I would be surprised if the women in bed with me didn’t feel it traveling down my spine. I now realized that Uschi wasn’t squirming to escape anymore. She was… enjoying it. Typical madwoman. I rolled my eyes and sighed once more. The girl was obviously a little unhinged the way she kept obsessing over me. Was it any stretch of the imagination that she would submit to suckling another woman’s teat like a newborn calf? Of course not! The only question now was when she’d stop squirming and let me sleep. But as the night rolled mercilessly-on, she showed no signs of stopping. It had been some time since Ursa had done anything except breathe, and I was unsure if her mighty arms truly held any power over us, but after two restless nights of sharing one bed, being strapped to a second, and now being trapped in a third, I was too tired to even try. And I was growing ever more fatigued as the night dragged on… Was that Uschi’s belly starting to press against my back…? So warm… deep breath… exhale… The sun didn’t wake me like it always did. I’d only ever slept in my own room, which had a window facing just east enough to catch the sunrise. My parents’ room, however, faced more towards the west. My parents’ room… my eyes flashed open, the memories of the night flooding back in an instant. Ursa remained beneath me, arms still wrapped gently around my chest. Uschi, however, had dislodged from her feeding position and had somehow managed to wrap herself around me without disturbing my sleep. She had her arms and legs wrapped around me, trapping me more than even the Maton’s bedsheet binds had, and as close as she was, her new belly-bulge was all the more apparent. I could feel it’s smooth shape pressing against my side, soft and warm, yet with enough force to bend me into a slight crescent shape. “Hrm…” I tried to adjust myself, but neither woman budged. It seemed I was trapped indefinitely between a warm and a soft place. So soft and warm… it wasn’t a situation I’d voluntarily get into, but it was just so comforting – so comforting, in fact, that I was tempted to drift back into a slumber. If only. The light shining through the window had barely traced itself from the wall to the floor when the farm animals started making the most terrible ruckus I had ever heard. My eyes were wide open in an instant, ears preening for clues. Petty the Mule was braying something fierce from the direction of the barnyard, matched with a chorus of half a dozen goats and two dozen chickens. What could be spooking them? Not even stray foxes had this effect on them. Could it be something larger – a bear, perhaps? Somehow, I doubted it. Ursa was still underneath me and Uschi, after all. Whatever it was, its footsteps were approaching the front door, scuffing the dirt pathway and crunching sticks and leaves. I frowned as the footsteps approached the front door and propped myself with my elbows as best I could against Ursa’s pillow-like body. These were more than one set of footsteps. More than a few! I could also hear more stalking around the walls of the house. Too late, I realized the footsteps weren’t four-legged creatures, but rather two. I had to get out of bed. “Hey,” I hissed with a hand furiously wobbling Uschi’s newly-engorged, milk-filled belly. “Wake up… wake up…” Uschi inhaled deeply like a wraith reborn with necromancy. “Mmm…” she stirred without opening her eyes – and then opened them in a flash as she eyed my hand on her belly. “Hey… hey, what is… how…? No, no, no, no! Why is it bigger?” “You don’t remember?” “But that was…” Uschi sat up in bed, hands pressed into her temples as she glanced behind herself towards Ursa with mounting panic. “She… why? Why!?” Her cries were heard by the predators outside. A human head peeked through the window at the tangled heap of our bodies. It’s feminine, angelic face contorted with an expression of triumph and shock. “Hey!” she yelled. “He is here! Girls, come here! I found Pate! Uschi’s here too! And also…” Uschi squealed back into the covers as her fellow sisters began to gather to the window sill, gawking in awe at the strange sight of their escaped prisoner in bed with two massively-overfed girls. “Oh my gawds,” one of them gasped. “Is that Uschi?” “Tee hee!” another clasped her mouth and pointed. “Look at that bump. She’s even fatter than Hayley now.” “How did she get so fat?” asked a third, peeking over their heads for a better look. “And who on Earth is that? Are those bear ears?” Their gossip was cut short by the sound of my front door being slammed open in the next room. Heels clacked and stormed their way across the living room and reached the bedroom door, which was slammed open in turn. There, dominating the open doorframe like a scorned wife, was the Matron herself. “Uschi!” she screeched. “What is the meaning of this?” Uschi shielded herself from her Matron’s wrath with the bedsheets pulled to her face. “They took me here! It’s not my fault!” I was livid. “Uschi!” I yelled. Only then did Ursa rouse from slumber.

I’m terrible at organizing groups… maybe we can coordinate a convention by having some place where we can text in live time or even do vid chats… we could have a CURVAGE DISCORD! Some of the DeviantArt FA groups have already made the switch. We could even bring the mods with us!

The Mean Girls movie awakened me to the idea of weight gain 🥵 that very NIGHT I snuck into the bathroom and drew a little one page comic of a woman fed weight gain formula until she’s so huge she has to be strapped from the ceiling and milked like a cow — and then I folded it realllllll smallllll and hid it carefully at the bottom of the trash bin. Fifteen year old me was a paranoid wreck haha

Chapter Sixteen “Concubinus?” I turned to Uschi. “That means friend, right?” “Uh…” Uschi’s eyes flared with sudden fear. “It’s a simile of friend. I’m not… not sure…” Uschi’s voice faltered at the approach of her patron goddess. Ursa’s furred feet padded heavily against the creaking wooden floor, burdened beneath the weight of two days of insatiable gluttony the likes of which the village had never seen. Slowly the bear goddess loomed ever closer, her thighs straining my father’s trousers to their very limits, brushing softly against one another with every step. Above them a soft, rounded belly shook with every step, pressing against straining buttons and pushing past opened flaps of trouser. The breasts resting upon its shelflike bulk shook harder still, jostling against the shirt’s front like rabbits in a trap. Truly, Ursa’s body was a sight to behold; a man would struggle to wrap his arms about her, much less hold her back. But as I watched her now – already looming within arms’ reach of the mortal woman by my side – I caught sight of her most formidable asset of all: a pair of eyes, glinting with bemused interest down Uschi’s cleavage. “Uschi…” I said tensely, as I would in the presence of a wild horse. “Talk to her…” “Concubinus,” Uschi sputtered. “Concubinus.” “You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it – hey! Let go Ursa! Let go!” Ursa laid her heavy paw upon my side, and I felt the fat, stubby fingers softly grip me with surprising strength. She pulled me in and held me close, and before I could react, I was pressed tightly to her side – likewise was Uschi opposite me. We were trapped. “No,” Uschi’s feet scraped uselessly against the floor as Ursa hoisted us under her arms like grain sacks. “No, no, no! Ursa stahp. Please! Ursa! Please stop! What’s the word for…? Stop it you stupid bear! Where are you even taking us?” “To bed,” I replied with horror. “She’s taking us to bed. Oh gods and goddesses no! Not my parents’ bed! The cotton pillows, the red sheets and patterned quilt… I kept it so clean! Uschi! You have to think! Remember the old tongue and tell her no.” But Uschi was too far gone to think of some old, foreign tongue. She was thrashing about like a captured cat, wedged firmly against Ursa’s waist and under her armpit. Only the globular belly saved me from her wild swings and kicks. Mostly. “Ouch!” Uschi yelped (ironically after kicking me). “What now?” I sighed, utterly resigned to defeat. “My ankle! My poor ankle. Ursa! My talus is sprained! Can’t you tell?” I was certain that Ursa could read the room, even if she could not understand the words. There was a hint of mischief I could see in her expression – a distinct glint in her twinkling, golden eyes matched with the slightest quiver on the corner of her lip. One thing was certain: we were about to slip into my parents’ bed. My parents’ bed! Oh, how my heart ached at the mere thought of defiling its pristine sheets with our unworthy bodies! Yet that is precisely what was transpiring before my very eyes. I winced as Ursa slowly sank her knee upon the mattress, and groaned as said mattress did beneath the combined weight of all three of us. I couldn’t bear to look anymore. It was all I could do but hope that the bed’s oaken frame would hold. It had to hold… So it was that I felt myself laid upon the soft, cool mattress. I felt sheets dragging across my shins and thighs as Ursa shifted back and forth, sorting her den where it never should have been in the first place. The mattress rose and sank with every move of Ursa’s limbs – as well as – “Pate,” Uschi whined. “I said listen to mee-uh.” “The pillows,” I managed to say. “Mom sewed the lace on these…” “Pate-uh,” Uschi hit the mattress with a muffled thump. “What’s she going to do to us?” “She’s tucking us in,” I replied numbly. “Sleeping with us like stuffed animals.” “What? No! No, we can’t go to bed. Pate, I don’t want to go to bed! The Matron will find us missing and throw a fit! I’ll be ruined!” “Then tell her to stop,” I replied, almost pleadingly. “I-I forgot the word,” she stammered. Just as I was about to reply to her, a new development silenced us both. Ursa leaned back in the centre of the bed, her legs splayed wide with her knees firmly planted between our own. With the two of us having been slipped halfway under the covers, this meant we were anchored in place, trapped and entirely at the mercy of the overfed bear-woman. I stared nervously at the round bulge of the bear-woman’s belly, large as the globe I’d seen in the Matron’s bedchamber, and surely more stuffed than a roasted boar at a king’s feast. My father’s shirt remained draped across her shoulders with the buttons undone. While this was good for the shirt, I wasn’t so sure if it was good for us. Ursa still had that twinkling gleam in her eyes, and as she surveyed the layout of the bed, she shrugged to herself, arched dramatically back, and stripped herself of the blouse and jacket. “Oh…” Uschi gasped, struggling to even speak common, much less the old tongue. “Oh… oh, what the hell?” her confusion gave way to anger. “Dear gods and goddesses, how did she get so fat? She’s almost bear-shaped with that belly of hers – and her breasts. They’re as big as your head, Pate! They’re so… so…” Half-naked, Ursa leaned down upon all-fours till her face was mere inches from us. I could feel her breath blowing past our faces, and Uschi herself seemed pale as a ghost. Such was Ursa’s overwhelming aura that I hardly noticed she’d managed to tuck her legs into the sheets. A sudden tickle of my ankle against hers was my only warning that things were about to get more heated than ever. Before I knew it, I felt a bear paw wrap around me and pull me close in a soft yet inescapable bear-hug – and, it seemed, so was Uschi. “H-hey!” Uschi squirmed against the bear-woman’s grip. “What are you – mmph…” Pinned as I was, it was hard for me to get a good look, but it seemed Uschi’s face was now half-buried in Ursa’s cleavage, smothering her protests. I barely stifled a chuckle to myself. It seemed Ursa liked her sinful servant, even if I didn’t. “Well,” I sighed, cheek smudged firmly against the side of Ursa’s breast. “Seems we’ll be found missing from the shrine by sunrise after all,” I yawned and felt my chest squish against Ursa’s stuffed gut. “Oh well. If they come looking for us, we have plenty of proof that I’m innocent, right Ursa?” That’s when I suddenly realized that I was slightly mistaken about what was muffling Uschi’s voice. Uschi’s face wasn’t buried in Ursa’s cleavage, it was pressed firmly into her nipple.

Chapter Fifteen “Ow,” I ran my hand over my stinging forearm. Uschi could slap harder than I thought, but then again, I cared little since I was now free of her touch again. “What is this?” Uschi whined, hands scrambling across her belly pooch. “Where’s my abs – and are these lovehandles? Pate, I have lovehandles…” “You also got quite a swing.” “Pate, this is serious,” Uschi moaned. “I’m being ruined. I’m… fat!” “Well, I wouldn’t say that…” “Please Pate! Take me to those stupid letters before I turn into a butterball.” “You promise not to slap me?” Uschi stared at me with round, almond eyes. Her lips curled into a pitiful pout, her vanity bruised, yet in spite of everything, those plump, red lips remained closed – she refused to apologize! Such immaturity vexed me, but the awkward silence allowed me second thoughts: how would I feel if the very thing I treasured most in life – the thing that defined who I was – was slowly sabotaged before my eyes? How would I feel if it was the only thing I was known for? Well… I supposed Uschi was going through a lot, even if she was a spoiled brat. Still, what more could I expect from a girl from the Sisterhood? It was with such thoughts on my mind that I sighed and held my arms out. “Alright, come on.” “Huh?” she let go of her pooch. “I’m carrying you there. After all… you’re not fat.” “My hero!” Uschi leapt into my arms, the subtle bulge of her new pooch bunching into three bulging rolls of fat. “See?” I assured her, taking tentative steps toward the master bedroom. “Not heavy at all.” “Well, you do have strong farmer’s arms,” Uschi attempted flattery, but became distracted when she suddenly noticed her belly rolls and desperately tugged at her waistcloth to hide them. “Oh, I look ugly.” “You’re not ugly, Uschi,” I rolled my eyes and opened the door with a bent knee. “I’m not?” she pouted the moment I glanced at her. “Then why won’t you love me?” “Love? That’s a strong word. You have to really know someone well before telling them you love them.” “Ha! You say Lira’s your true love, but you know her even less than me. ‘You have to really know someone well.’ How prude. Did your mom tell you that when you were little?” She had. “No…” “We’re adults now, Pate. You have permission to say you love things. Don’t you love the sunrise? The fresh pine smell of the forest?” “Yeah…” “What about fat tits? You love my fat tits?” I stared down at her with disbelief, and – with great regret – caught myself getting lost within her cavernous cleavage jiggling with my every step. Worse, she caught me staring and smirked. “As I already said…” I stopped in the midst of the bedroom. “You’re not fat. Not even those tits…” With a heave and a grunt, I tossed Uschi onto my parents’ massive bed. The girl bounced twice, tits popping free before coming to rest, but still she smiled at me. She knew she’d won. “I dunno,” Uschi propped her double-handfuls of breasts with her little hands. “I think these things have swelled another few inches. I wonder if this is what happens when they fill with milk?” “Not now, Uschi,” I crouched before the chest at the foot of the bed. “I’m trying to focus here.” “Do you think there’s any milk in these?” Uschi teased. “They feel pretty soft.” “Uschi…” “Ooh, sensitive too…” “Uschi.” “Huh?” I held the stack of letters up. “I found them.” “Yes,” Uschi bounced slightly with an eager clap of her hands. “Come sit with me and let’s read them!” “Only if you promise to get decent.” “It’s nothing,” Uschi shrugged and slipped her fat tits back into their rightful places. “See? Easy as pie – and when I’m thin again, it will be even easier.” “Sure,” I sat beside her and set the letters upon my lap. A flood of emotions overcame me. My parents had vanished without a trace, not even giving farewell before leaving me alone to tend the farm and survive. These letters – this inch of dusty, yellowing parchment – would be the first time I’d seen them. No! Not even! For these were only silent words scribbled hastily down. Even ghosts were more present than these dried ink symbols. Would I ever truly see them again? A faint hope flickered within my heart, long extinguished but enkindled once more. And yet… and yet… “What’s wrong?” Uschi asked impatiently. “I… can’t read these…” my fingers trembled across the foreign words. “It’s all gibberish!” “Let me see,” Uschi snatched the first parchment from the top of the stack and peered closely, the paper crinkling atop her twin mounds. “Is this… written in the old tongue?” “Is it?” I stared dumbfounded, first at her, then at the letter, and back again. “Does that mean you can read it?” “Pate, who exactly were your parents?” “Farmers, like me. Why?” “This can’t be… no farmer knows this language. Only the clergy and some of the royalty. Are you sure they were farmers?” “I was sure… I thought I knew them. Maybe the letters will tell us something. What’s that one say?” Uschi frowned, mouthing wordlessly for a moment. Her eyes glared furiously down at the paper between her tight, whitened fingers, as if she were trying to burn it through willpower alone. In the end, she tossed the paper away, letting it flutter to the ground. “What in gods’ name are you doing?” I reached for the stray paper, nearly spilling the rest from my lap. “It’s just a list of food and drink – a stupid grocery list.” “Grocery list?” “Gimme the next one,” Uschi leaned sideways to take a handful more. It only took her seconds more to toss the second one. “Ugh! Another list. Next!” “Be careful with those!” I insisted. “Skip… skip…” Uschi tossed papers left and right. “But when does this get good?” “Why would they be writing grocery lists in the old tongue anyway?” “Don’t ask me. It’s not like there’s any reason why… wait… wait, wait! This one matches the offerings given my first summer solstice – and this one matches the barrels of wine we imported that same year! Which means –” “They were recording all the food and drink taken into the shrine,” I said breathlessly. “Pate!” Uschi gasped. “Don’t you know what this means? Your parents were spies.” “But… why?” I asked. Why didn’t they tell me? was the question I wanted to ask, but couldn’t. Neither of us knew the answers. “Hold on…” Uschi grabbed the bottom letter from what was still on my lap. “This one is different – look! The paper’s better and… is that a seal at the bottom?” I eyed the circle of red wax at the bottom of letter, noting the crude lightning symbol in its centre. “Looks like it. What’s it say?” “It’s an actual letter for once… lots of big words here… something about watching the shrine… wait. Heretici? Incantatrix? Something about heresy and a witch? Pate! This is it!” “What’s it?” “This letter’s the key to everything!” Uschi flapped the flimsy thing back and forth across my chest with great excitement. “Whatever your parents were looking for, it had something to do with a witch – and that must be who’s cursed the Sisterhood!” “So how does Ursa factor into this?” “I can’t tell exactly, but it doesn’t matter! All we have to do is take this back to the shrine for the Matron to read and I’ll be made thin again. I’m sure of it! You’ll be freed too, I guess.” “That’s not exactly reassuring. I don’t want to go back there unless we have solid evidence. Can you read any more of it? Does it mention Ursa at all?” Before Uschi could answer, the door to the master bedroom creaked slowly open. There stood none other than the Bear Goddess herself, dominating the space between the doorframes, her belly rounder than ever. It was obvious the way she licked her lips that she’d finished a generously-portioned snack. “Ursa?” I stared at her, trying not to think much of how strained the buttons were across her chest and belly. “Ursa,” Uschi took a deep breath and did her best to look presentable. “Um… salve Ursa. Tibi servio.” With a final lick of her plump lips, Ursa stared across the room into Uschi’s eyes. With a subtle clearing of her throat, the Bear Goddess spoke her first word: “Con-cu-bin-us.”

I am almost always down for CoD Warzone after work

Chapter Fourteen “Hey…” Such was the shock of seeing the once proud and sassy Sister Uschi fall beneath the weight of the dual-cheeks of her patron goddess’s plump ass that I was slow to comprehend the situation. “Hey!” I said, louder this time. Ursa said nothing, only groaning as she sat on the ground with her hands on her bruised rump. I rushed to her side, fearing the worst for the mortal beneath her, but sighed with relief when the two girls’ outlines became clear beneath the moonlight. Ursa had indeed fallen, but judging from her moaning and groaning, it was her pride that had been hurt the most. As for Uschi, the lucky girl was spared the full-weight of goddess’s judgement, for her head had fallen beneath Ursa’s thigh, rather than directly beneath her. “Get up you stupid bear!” I snatched Ursa’s arm by the elbow and hauled her to her feet. “Up I say! Can’t you see what you’ve done? By the gods, when did you get so heavy… Uschi! Uschi can you hear me?” There was no answer, so I released Ursa and knelt by the girl’s feet for a closer look. Was she breathing? I lay a hand between her breasts and felt it rise and fall. Good. Neck? Face? All felt whole. There were no broken bones. “What a day…” I shook my head and glanced toward Ursa. “Really now? Who climbs a tree at night?” Ursa spoke no words, but her tone subtly changed and I knew she felt guilt. “Well, there’s only one thing to do now,” I sighed. “Time to get this girl inside and wake her up.” It was harder bringing the unconscious Uschi inside than I thought. Scooping her into my arms and rising to my feet was one thing, but carefully treading past every stray stone by the light of the Moon was another thing entirely. The added difficulty of nudging my front door open was still harder, and I cursed as Uschi’s lolling head thumped against the doorframe on the way in. Home at last, I lay the girl on my dining table on one side of the living room and went to light the fireplace on the other. My skilled hands made quick work with the kindling, and a dull, orange glow began to fill the room, shadows dancing behind every curve and corner as if alive. Now I returned my attention to Uschi. I found Ursa standing beside her, twiddling her fingertips nervously. The sight of her gave me pause: was Ursa… bigger? She had grown noticeably that first fateful night, her bony frame fleshing-out enough to bury her ribs into sumptuous flesh. Now she was bigger still. Modestly-sized breasts had swelled into round, heavy orbs that rested upon the subtle yet growing swell that was her belly. Gone were the outline of her ribs, replaced with soft bulges that pressed the limits of my father’s shirt seams. It was a miracle my father’s clothes hadn’t been torn further by her bulk – especially the trousers, which strained audibly from the pressure of her plump thighs and plumper ass cheeks. The bear-goddess had somehow gained what looked like fifty pounds since I’d met her. It seemed she was becoming more bear-like by the hour. And what of Uschi? She was my true concern, knocked-out as she was. The sight of her laying still upon my table gave me pause, for it was the first time since nightfall that I’d gotten a good look at her. The massive stuffed belly that had graced her slender frame back at the shrine had shrunk further still, deflating from a taut, round dome into a smooth swell of softness. The dance of firelight shone warmly upon her bare midsection, outlining every goosebump rippling against the cold night air. Her breasts lay precariously upon her chest, nearly rolling free of their confines with every breath, saved from such indignity only by their latest couple inches of growth. All at once, the implications of what I was seeing overwhelmed me. Uschi was growing. Ursa was growing. Both girls were growing. The whole Sisterhood was growing. Why? I shook my head and took a deep breath. Uschi and I had come to read my parents’ letters. It was a faint chance of a clue, but we had to take it – together. “Alright then,” I sighed and put a hand on Uschi’s belly. “Uschi…” My hand sank a full inch into the soft flesh of Uschi’s developing gut, and I felt my index finger bend as it entered her deepened navel. Still, she did not wake. I would have to try harder. “Uschi? Wake up…” Slowly – nervously – I shook her. The girl’s whole torso wobbled like jelly, but even so it was not enough. I shook harder. A creak sounded from the old table’s legs, and – to my horror – a round tit rolled free, the nipple hard and pointed skywards like a bumblebee’s stinger. Only then did a smile slowly cross Uschi’s lips. “Mm…” she inhaled deeply, eyes still closed. “What’s up, Pate?” “Hey, you’re finally awake,” I noted neutrally. “Feeling me up? Got an eye for beauty after all?” “No,” I pulled my hand off her belly as if it were a hot furnace. “Aw, no fun,” Uschi finally opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of her stray breast, which she hastily tucked back into place without comment. “Uschi, you alright? You were passed-out…” “I wasn’t,” she eased herself to a sitting position with a faint grunt, belly folding down the middle. “Just wanted so see how much you – ouch!” “What’s wrong?” I asked. “My ankle!” Uschi hissed. “Ahh, my ankle! It’s busted! That stupid bear.” “She’s behind you, by the way.” Uschi’s eyes widened and she glanced behind her, finding her patron goddess staring back with pursed lips. “Oh… oh…” Uschi shuffled nervously from the edge of the table. “Hello… uh… salve Ursa.” “Sal-vay?” I rolled the word over my tongue like a foreign treat. “Is that a word in that old language you mentioned? You can speak to her?” “Shut up and let me think! Um… Salve… quam vos ­– no wait – quid agis?” Ursa said nothing, but her eyes shone with the light of understanding, her gaze darting left and right before settling on Uschi, eyelids fluttering. Uschi tried a different word. “Amica,” she thumped her hand over her bulging breast. “What are you telling her?” I asked. “Well, I’m trying to tell her we’re friends. Have to start somewhere, right?” “Why don’t you ask her why she’s here?” “Yeah, about that,” Uschi bit her lip and folded her arms. “I only know some of the words cause of the rituals and stuff, so I’m doing my best, alright? Alright… Ursa.” Ursa stiffened. “Uh…” Uschi shifted on her feet. “Amicis… shit, what’s another word for friend… amantis? Ah! Concubinus. Con-cu-bin-us.” Ursa blinked thoughtfully at the sight of her worshipper gesticulating her hands in a frantic effort to gain her attention. As for me, it was hard to tell what she thought of the words, and I wondered if Uschi truly understood the language at all. In the end, Ursa tilted her head, deep in thought, before shrugging and turning towards my bedroom. “Hey… where are you – Ursa!” Uschi called after her. “Ursa! Come back! Revolvo! Ugh, this isn’t working Pate! Why won’t she listen to me? I know she understands me.” “Guess it doesn’t matter,” patted Uschi on the shoulder. “Come on. We’re on a tight schedule, right? Let’s read those letters before your Sisters notice we’re gone.” I regretted touching her, for she reacted by sliding her arm across my back and pressing close against my side. “What are you doing?” I asked. “My ankle’s sprained,” she replied, playfully cocking her soft hip into mine. “Won’t you carry me there? You’ve done it before.” “You can just lean against me this time.” “Well, that just means you’ll have to wrap your arm around me,” Uschi smiled. “You think you’re ready for that?” An ominous clatter sounded from my bedroom, but I ignored it so I could devote my attention to my current problem. “Whatever you say, Sister…” I reached around her waist, past a new love-handle, across a plush, warm belly, and grabbed the opposite love-handle. “… step with me.” Uschi slapped my arm. “Wait, what the fuck…?”

Chapter Thirteen It seemed the Sisterhood had security issues, for Uschi and I were able to slip through the stone hallways, through the wide, heavy, double-door entrance, and past the walls without so much as having to pass a single girl on night duty. Well… I suppose that wasn’t entirely fair. We did pass one sister posted near an unhitched wagon in the courtyard, although it seemed she’d found the hay within to be too soft and comfortable to remain awake. I vividly remembered walking past her slumbering form even now as we approached the crest of the hill blocking my farm from view of the village: the reclining woman snoring away, her blonde locks tangled in the hay, the way she tucked her legs close for warmth – and the round, prominent belly that had sprouted skywards on her petite frame. It seemed whatever had affected Uschi had affected the rest of the Sisterhood in equal measure. Perhaps it was a mercy they all slept through the event. “You know something, Pate?” Uschi huffed just behind me. Alas, I had no such mercies, for I had to suffer dragging my old nemesis with me to my own house. “What is it, Uschi?” I asked, casually scuffing my boot against the dirt road. “I’ve been… huff… thinking…” “Thinking we should slow down?” “Do you mind?” “It was your idea to hurry, but sure.” “Yes, well, as nice as that is, that’s not what I was going to ask about.” I didn’t answer – not because I was ignoring her, but because I’d finally reached the summit of the small hill. The faint, moonlit outline of my thatched roof was easily-seen from this high angle, a patch of light brown surrounded by a sea of rustling black leaves. It wasn’t far now… and judging from the sound of Uschi catching her breath just behind me, it wouldn’t be long either – not too long, anyway. “Uhh!” Uschi grabbed my sleeve for support and leaned her head against my shoulder. I felt her stuffed belly press lightly against my back before flinching away. “I guess we can take a breather before going downhill.” “Pate,” Uschi whined. “Why do you even like Lira?” “Hm?” I looked towards her for the first time. The Moon shone against her body with a faint silver sheen, the round orbs of her breasts and belly like miniature planetoids in and of themselves. The belly, ever-prominent, was showing signs of deflating, but her breasts were as distractingly-big as ever, heaving heavily as she caught her breath. “Sorry, what was the question again?” “I said: why do you like her?” “Lira? Why wouldn’t I? We grew up together.” “Really? That’s it? We grew up together too. We all did.” “Yeah, but Lira’s different.” “How? Is it because she’s beautiful? We’re all beautiful.” “Oh that? No – I mean, yes, but… that’s not why I liked her. I think I know what you’re getting at. You think you’re more beautiful than she is so I should like you instead, right? Don’t you know beauty’s only skin-deep? You should be able to love someone even if their looks are flawed. That’s what love is, isn’t it? Appreciating someone even if they’re imperfect.” “Well, what if they’re imperfect on the inside?” Uschi’s tone carried a more earnest tone now that she wasn’t gasping for breath. “What?” “Everyone knows looks don’t count for everything, but shouldn’t that count for what’s inside as well? Their personality? Wits? You shouldn’t just throw someone away because they’re imperfect, you know…” “Wow,” I shook my head and smiled. “I never expected that from you. Is this your attempt at admitting you’ve made some mistakes?” “Huh? No, I didn’t say that!” “Oh, so you were actually talking about me, then. Figures.” “I… ugh! Why do you have to be so argumentative?” “Come on. Let’s walk to my house – unless you want me to roll you?” “Dummy!” “Here we are,” I slapped a hand on the waist-level wooden gate at the entrance to my farm. “Home sweet home.” “You live here?” Uschi glanced left and right like a hunted animal. “It’s so lonely.” “Sorry I asked.” “Pate, I’m creeped-out. I’ve never been this far from town before. I can’t see the torch lights anymore.” “Yeah, now you can see the stars… well, if the trees weren’t in the way… and the Moon wasn’t –” I felt Uschi’s fingers wrap around my waist. “Uschi?” I grumbled. “Not now.” “I’m cold,” she whispered as she pressed close. “Feel how my body’s shivering?” “Yes – a little too well.” “Can we go inside?” “Hold on…” “But I’m cold.” “Shhh! Do you hear that?” At last, Uschi held her tongue long enough for me to listen closely to the sounds of the night: the flow of the creek to the left, the rustle of the leaves overhead, that one owl that lived somewhere across the road – and something else. A faint warbling behind the house that had me squinting. The sounds of my farm were very familiar to me, and I was confident that this sound didn’t belong. “Come on,” I whispered. “I’ve got to see this…” We traced around the edge of the house, following the bare strip of dry dirt under the thatch roof where rainwater dripped down. Uschi clung tight to my waist, her hand on my left side with her soft breasts squishing from slightly behind my right. I thought of telling her to let go, but we were getting close to what was making the noise. An ancient oak tree dominated the space behind my house, a mighty growth both taller and wider than my own house. It hosted plenty of life in its high branches, birds, squirrels, even a beehive. This thing was far larger than any of those, and now that we were walking under the branches, I could see for myself what it was – or who. None other than the bear goddess Ursa was in the tree. I could see her plopped on one of the lower branches, ass spread wide across the boughs as her furred legs dangled off the side. Was she… singing? She was making random noises to herself as she swished her legs back and forth. It reminded me of the sounds cats made when they thought they were alone. All at once, I was flooded with a deluge of emotions and questions. Where had this stupid bear-girl been when I needed her most? What was going through her thick skull? Was that a tear I saw in my father’s trousers she was still wearing? Why was she in the tree? But for all the thoughts in my head, only one became a spoken word. “Look,” I pointed at the dangling feet. “She’s real.” Ursa’s feet froze in place, all idle noises instantly falling silent. “Oh gods,” Uschi gasped, cold forgotten as she released me and stepped forward. “The fur, clawed toes… and the beans. The little toe beans! Pate! She’s real – I mean, I knew she was real but she’s here, Pate. She’s here.” Ursa growled in surprise, using a distinctly deeper voice now that she knew she wasn’t alone. She was trying to climb out of her sitting position now, scrambling her legs and making the whole branch shake and creak. “Now you see what I’ve been dealing with,” I replied to Uschi before looking into the tree and raising my voice. “Ursa. Ursa.” “Hrmm?” Ursa replied to the sound of her name. “Just… what are you even doing? Did you get bored and hike back to my house? You have any idea what I’ve been going through?” “She’s not going to understand that,” Uschi shook her head and cocked her hip. “I know. Just had to say something.” “She’s an ancient spirit. That means she probably speaks the old tongue – duh!” “The old tongue? Is that the weird chanting you do at festivals sometimes?” “It’s not weird chanting; it’s a rich, powerful language of enchantment used by shrines the world over.” “So can you talk to her?” “I was getting to that –” A sudden snap of wood warned me of impending danger. Suddenly, I realized Uschi was directly underneath the dumb bear. “Uschi, look out!” Too late, Uschi glanced upward, her squeal of shock muffled by Ursa’s mighty cheeks descending upon her face.

Chapter Twelve Alone again, I stared at the ceiling, trying my best to ignore the subtle breeze from the open window that was keeping me awake with its light brushing against my face. In spite of all the drama that had transpired the last sleepless hours, I only cared about slipping into slumber once more. Too much drama had happened the last two days for me to get enough rest. First I’m forced to share my bed with a bear-hugging goddess with a belly that threatened to push me onto the floor, now I was strapped and trapped in the Shrine of the Ursine Sisterhood. Oh, if only Ursa hadn’t stopped stalking me in my hour of need! That fur-pawed woman was about as useless as a stray cat! If she could bother to show her face for but a moment, I could coax her to my side and be free of these silken sheets that bound me… And as I imagined her coming to my rescue, I was startled by the sound of the door creaking open. Did my ears deceive me? Was I about to be saved by the Bear-Goddess Ursa? Would the wielder of that torch passing into the room reveal her sniffing, curious face close behind? No. It was not Ursa’s face who peeked cautiously inside before sliding inside and shutting the door behind herself. “Uschi?” I groaned. “What are you doing here?” “Hey Pate,” said Uschi as she planted the torch into a holster in the wall before approaching the foot of the bed. There was no hint of malice in her voice, but she’d donned a white robe tied loosely about her waist, which she held fast against her breasts with a delicate hand. “Where’s Tina? Wasn’t she guarding the door…?” “I told her I’d take her shift,” Uschi shrugged as if scheming came naturally to her. “So now it’s just the two of us.” “How splendid.” “Hey, sorry about framing you for what happened in the vault and all that.” “Oh sure,” I rolled my eyes. “Not like it caused any trouble for you.” “Well, I had to do it, you know? It’s not my fault what happened. Look, I’m really sorry about what happened, alright? It’s just… I need your help right now.” I lifted my head from the pillows to look toward her. “My help? What can I do?” “I mean… look at me,” Uschi let go of her blouse and pried it apart, revealing an almost-scandalous amount of round, full breasts quivering within. “I’m too pretty to have to suffer through a weight gain curse – and why should I have to suffer when I train so hard every single day? It’s not fair.” “Yeah, you said something similar when you were caught not guarding the vault yesterday.” “Pate,” Uschi moaned. “I said I was sorry! Look, that was my fault, but this whole situation is crazy. Anyway, I always planned to get you out of this mess. I just needed some time to think of a plan and all that.” “I see.” Uschi had been shuffling one of her feet against the floor as she’d been explaining herself, but faced with my cold disdain for her empty words, she switched tactics. Sighing to herself, she climbed catlike over the foot of the bed, the feather mattress sinking under the weight of her carefully-placed hands and knees. I watched her loom closer, till I no longer needed to crane my neck and let my head fall upon the pillows again. Her hands hemmed either side of my chest, trapping me more than ever. “What do I need to do to get you to help me?” she asked. I felt her knees sink to either side of my waist. The plush softness of her hips sank into mine. “I’m hot, right? I’ll do anything you ask, so will you please help me?” The woman’s robes were so loose, her breasts nearly hung into full view. Had it not been for my experience with Ursa the night before, I’d surely be rendered speechless at the sight of such distractingly-ripe melons. Now, they were just frustratingly-distracting. “Um,” I blushed and leaned as far back into the pillows as possible. “You need to uh… think harder about this Uschi,” I managed to say as she leaned closer. “These uh… things happening to your body… well, I’m not the one doing it. Obviously. If it was me, then why would I be coming here to ask advice about that damned Bear-goddess?” “Ugh, you’re impossible!” Uschi sat upright with a slight bounce against my pelvis that made one of her tits finally pop free for a heartbeat. “You’re still on about that bear-goddess nonsense?” “She literally snuck behind you and broke into that stupid vault!” I snapped. “Yeah, well, that’s stupid because if that were true then why have the Sisters been putting on a few for a week? What started all this? You need to make it stop.” “I don’t know anything about – wait…” With the girl’s fat chest out of my face, I’d achieved a moment of clarity, and with that clarity came a glimmer of hope that might be my way out. “Tell me!” Uschi pounced eagerly into me, breasts pressing into my chest. “A series of letters in my parents’ bedroom. I’d stumbled upon them a couple nights ago, but now I wonder if they hold some sort of clue…” “Letters?” Uschi tapped my shoulder thoughtfully. “You think your missing parents have something to do with all this?” “Why else would the Bear Goddess come to my house rather than any other? It’s a slim chance, but there’s only one way to find out: you’ll need to let me out of here so I can read them –” “What? Ha! Fat chance! The Matron would find this bed empty in the morning and scream so loudly she’d wake the whole village. How about you tell me where they are and I’ll see them myself?” “Oh?” I smirked. “You and what key?” “Key? Tell me where it is! Tell me!” “I thought you’d do anything to break the curse?” “Not like that,” she replied. “I can’t let you out of here. What if you never come back? I’m sick and tired of my ass getting in trouble.” “Well, let’s go together, then.” “No, we can’t,” she frowned and lay a hand on her front. “It’s too… risky… I can’t… oh… oh no, it’s happening to me-uh!” To stunned to hide herself, Uschi Britz sat upon my in abject horror as she stared past her cleavage at her stomach. Her stomach, previously a flat feature flanked by an imperceptibly-narrow waist, was bloating at an alarming rate. Ominous groans and gurgling sounded from beneath the loosely-tied belt that held her white robes together. She couldn’t help but press her hands against the slight protrusion, but doing so only outlined the curve of its bloat – a bloat that swelled rounder and fuller with each churn and groan from within! “Please, Pate!” Uschi gripped either side of her bloat as she looked pleadingly into my eyes. “Make it stop. Stahp it-uhh!” “I already told you it’s not me – I mean, untie me! Untie me so I can think…” Uschi fell upon my binds in a fit of panic, her long, perfect nails scrambling like frightened crabs as they struggled to undo the simple square-knots. All the while, her bloat continued to grow. It was as if she were being stuffed with a great feast, one laden plate after another, almost too fast for her insides to cope. By the time she’d scrambled off me to reach the knots at my ankles, her loose belt had undone itself and revealed a taut-little dome of indulgence most peasants could only dream of attaining. It was akin to a full stuffed turkey. No! A stuffed boar – apple and all! It was swelling past even her breasts, yet even now it showed no sign of stopping. “Away!” I swatted her clumsy fingers away from the last bound ankle. “I’ll do it myself.” “Pate, it’s not stopping,” Uschi said with her hands hoisting her round globe-like belly. “I… I feel… bre-a-h-p…” The belch had the force of herald’s trumpet behind it, almost a roar, and no sooner had the first loosed that another followed in quick succession. The surface of Uschi’s round gut convulsed with a great squeeze, and as I watched, it shrank a full inch. “Gods,” I flexed some feeling back into my limbs as I stared at her. “Are you alright?” “What do you think?” she huffed. “You did this to me, didn’t you Pate?” “Glad to hear you’re not in pain.” “I’m so stuffed,” Uschi rubbed her new belly with a smaller belch. “How are you going to fix this now?” “Like we were saying before,” I replied. “We get to my house, read my parents’ letters, and then return before Matron discovers we’re gone. Sound like a plan?” Uschi meant to reply, but belched instead. “Help me up?” she reached her hand for mine. “This thing is heavy.”

Chapter Eleven Panic laced with fear hung about the Matron’s chambers like cold humidity before a great storm. With the Matron having declared that the Sisterhood had lost the trust and confidence of their patron goddess, the girls shivered in one another’s presence, barely even whispering to one another. To be vulnerable to ridicule over bodily flaws was an experience all humans felt from an early age, but for these girls who had been chosen to join a sacred sisterhood for their alluring beauty, it was far worse, for if everything they held dear in their lives came from their dainty figures, it was an affront to their very existence that their bodies were beginning to expand. Even from my position, strapped to the bed posts as I was, I could see the looks in their eyes as they avoided each other’s nervous glances and stared downwards at the slightly-puffy bodies that had betrayed them. Their thoughts were easy enough to imagine: hours, perhaps days of denial, as they completed daily tasks with ever increasing evidence that they were beginning to grow. Perhaps a sudden stuffed gut prompted a quick inspection, and perhaps indeed some few of them would notice the change and vow to skip a meal or two, but now… now was the moment of truth, and it was a truth that threatened their very way of life. Not that I cared about all that. These girls’ waistlines didn’t matter much when I was strapped to a bed and couldn’t even be given a blanket or fall asleep at all. Yet there was someone obsessed with said waistlines: none other than the Matron herself. The Matron was the only Sister not lost in her own self-piteous thoughts enough to speak aloud and take action. She fretted to and fro amidst the distraught, half-naked girls, wielding a measuring-tape and a pair of callipers without mercy or remorse. One by one the girls new, slightly-larger measurements were taken by the Matron, who firmly-stated each so that Lira could write them down on a spare scroll. A truly humiliating experience to be had, indeed – and if that weren’t enough, a large contraption was rolled out of the wardrobe and carefully unfolded at the foot of the bed. I could hardly have guessed what it was until the setup was complete: a massive scale – and the largest I’d ever seen! Such a monstrous mechanization could never fit through the doors of the chamber and be taken elsewhere in the shrine’s complex. No wonder the Sisters were assembled in the same room as me. “Please, Dearest Matron,” Sister Anita whined. “I – we get it. We all gained a stone… or two… but we don’t need to be weighed tonight. Our weigh-in’s not till next full moon!” “Sit your plump bum upon the scale,” Matron commanded. “Else it be spanked by the rest of us!” “Alright, I’m doing it!” Anita leapt bum-first upon the right end of the scale, opposite the left which was laden with a small pile of stones. “A sister must weigh not more than nine stone,” said the Matron. “The better to make her figure the most striking to the eye… Anita? Lift your feet from the floor. Lift them!” Anita yelped as she obeyed the command. The scale creaked like a wooden bridge under a laden oxcart, and slowly the scales tipped, sinking Anita and raising the stones by several inches. “Nine stones,” the Matron lay a hand upon the pile of stones opposite Anita. “Lira. Place the tenth.” “No,” Anita moaned. “Not the stone of shame! That’s, like, fourteen pounds. There’s no way I gained…” But even as she said the words, the “stone of shame” – a rather colourful rock painted pink with a boar’s face drawn on it – was placed daintily upon the pile, and Anita rose in her seat with embarrassing creaks till she was perfectly balanced. “Ten stone,” whispered the girls amongst one another. “That will be all, Anita,” Matron nodded to the girl, who leapt off the scale as if it were smouldering-hot. “Next dear sister upon the scale! We will all be weighed tonight!” One by one, the girls sat upon the scales with various degrees of resistance, and one by one they gasped and gaped in utter horror as the evidence of their expansion was exposed and measured before their fellow sisters with cold precision. Some had gained two stone, others not quite one, but to gain so much within a single cycle of the Moon was a dreadful omen indeed. “One stone…” Lira muttered as she measured the last Sister’s gains. “That’s almost a pound a day, supposing this started last inspection.” “We must get to the bottom of this,” Matron subconsciously slipped her hand to the front of her red bathrobe before hastily withdrawing it. “At this rate, the Sisterhood will be bursting their seams by Autumn harvest.” “Can you measure my weight?” I blurted against my better judgement. “I mean, you’ll have to untie me first…” Matron glared at me like a viper poised to bite, but she was interrupted by an insubordinate sister. “Actually, speaking of weight…” said Uschi. “Shouldn’t you weigh and measure yourself Matron?” “That won’t be necessary,” Matron snapped. “Because I’ve already done so. Why do you think I woke you all in the middle of the night?” “I mean, I don’t know about you, but the rest of us could’ve at least waited until morning, so…” A sly curl of Matron’s lip twitched against a faint dimple on her cheek. “Tell me, Dear Uschi, when did you first notice the changes in your body?” “Huh? You mean these?” Uschi held her melon-sized tits and gave them a little wobble. “’Bout a week ago…” “A week ago…” the Matron let the phrase roll thoughtfully across her tongue. “And you, Lira, what of your assets? Speak freely – no need to be ashamed now.” “Um,” Lira rolled her fingers nervously across the parchment in her grip. “I guess I… felt something last week.” “And you, Dear Francine? What day did you notice something amiss with that belly of yours?” “I… I guess I felt unusually bloated last week.” The Matron clapped her hands. “You see, Dear Sisters? We have a clue! Whatever affliction besets us began before Pate the Pear Farmer desecrated our Vault of Plenty!” “Ah ha!” I said triumphantly from the bed. “You see? It wasn’t me who did it, so you can untie me now.” “Absolutely not,” replied the Matron. “Just because you aren’t the one who cost us our divine favour, does not excuse you from entering our vault. The question we must solve now is how and why you did it. Only then will we truly understand this curse and undo its effects. In the meantime…” As I watched in disbelief, the Matron leapt upon the foot of the bed, the vast throng of girls staring up into her imposing gaze, the massive scale creaking ominously in their midst. The cut of her red bathrobe wrapped snugly about her hips, and was short enough I was flashed with an unwelcome sight of silken panties more than once. “This shrine is now closed,” Matron declared with a flourish of her hand (and a flash of silken panties). “Sealed and shrouded from the prying eyes of the outside world! The villagers must never learn of our deprived state, else we lose yet more favour. None shall leave nor enter! We must survive on our personal stores, gardens, livestock, and wells. Toil well, my sisters, and we may yet learn how to reverse our misfortune – before it is too late. Yes, dear Tina? I see you raising your hand; what is it?” “Can we sleep on it? It’s so late.” “You may. Everyone dismissed – except you, Tina. It’s your turn to stand watch on the boy.” “Oh, come on…”

Chapter Ten Night fell upon the room slowly, then all at once, draping every surface in darkness. Yet still, I remained strapped to the surface of the bed, unmoved and as exposed to the elements as ever. The Sisterhood seemed to have abandoned me to ponder my fate endlessly into the night, and as the crickets chirped from beyond the open window, it was all I could do. Only the cool summer breeze brought comfort as it brushed my cheek. Still, I stared solemnly in the direction of the arched ceiling in the darkness beyond, pounding the pillows with the back of my head with a mixture of dread, boredom, and no little amount of frustration. Where was that bear, I wondered. It mattered not how many times I asked myself the question, for the answer was always the same. The bear-goddess Ursa was not here. I’d been left to my fate, bound and utterly helpless within the very chambers of the Matron – and who knew what the morning would bring? The anticipation was nearly enough to make me cry out for whoever guarded the door beyond, but I resisted the temptation. The Sisters had my fate in their delicate hands; I would not give them my dignity as well… A feminine screech echoed suddenly from the floor below – an annoyingly-shrill voice that could only belong to the Matron. I felt my eyelids flash wide in the darkness, a creeping slumber withdrawing from my being in an instant. My ears, whose senses had been sharpened in the absence of sight, perked at the sound of pattering feet in the hallways beyond. Even the unseen guard seemed to shuffle side to side as a nervous rabbit would. “Wake!” shrieked the Matron. “Wake, I say! To my quarters this instant!” The pattering feet approached ever closer, joined by the sound of a groggy, gossiping throng of young voices, whispering amongst one another with a mixture of excitement and confusion. Light flickered through the cracks around the door’s frame, at last – a dance of light that signalled the approach of a roaring torch. The clatter of keys joined the procession soon-after, and I snorted at the sound of them. It seemed that I’d have remained trapped in the Matron’s chambers even if I’d loosed my limbs from their bindings, for the door had been locked. That revelation made me realize that Lira had to have been given the keys to speak with me at sunset. She really had tried to goad information from me, hadn’t she? I sighed in spite of myself. The door creaked loudly open, the Matron’s face appearing beneath the blinding light of a handheld torch, joined closely behind by at least a dozen more. “Into my chambers – quickly!” the Matron herded the scurrying girls into my midst like so many stray cats. “Why are we doing this?” asked one of the girls. “That pear-boy’s still in here!” “Do as I say and make haste,” the Matron’s voice was sharp and curt. “There’s no time to lose! We must make use of my tools of measurement this instant. Form a line before the bed, girls! Shoulder to shoulder! Leave no space betwixt one another – facing me, not the boy, you fools!” Such a scene was shockingly unexpected to me, though surely even moreso for a sisterly order not accustomed to hardship: a row of a couple dozen beautiful maidens, aligned perfectly with one another and dressed in not much more than scant undergarments, waiting with stiffened breath and goosebumped skin as their Matron paced before their ranks in a red, silken bathrobe. Even as I was separated from her steely gaze by the half-naked crowd, I found myself holding breath as well. “Um…” a Sister from the far right of the formation dared break the silence. “Dearest Matron? What exactly is going on? It’s, like, the midst of midnight or something… and we’re really tired…” “That is what I’m to find out,” the Matron strode quickly to the woman and stood before her. “Francine,” she poked a finger into the woman’s middle. “Ow!” she curled inward from the meagre blow. “What has become of your middle?” the Matron appeared to grab a handful of the part in question. “Last inspection you sported a flat belly and six visible abs – and now I find it grown soft. Why, it is protruding now. I can fill the palm of my hand with it! “And you,” the Matron pounced upon the next sister, who’s ass cheeks visibly clenched in fright. “Anita! Your waist measured a mere twenty-five inches, but now I can see that it has grown wider.” “Has not,” Anita whined. “Look,” Matron clapped her hands upon the sister’s sides. “Lobes of fat have grown about the sides of your pelvis! Why, I can hardly see the bone anymore, such is their size!” “I-I… no!” Anita moaned. “It’s… it’s not what it seems!” “And do my eyes deceive me?” Matron paced down the line. “Chubby arms, quivering thighs… why, half the dear sisters down the formation have lost the definition in their midsection, and half of those are beginning to bulge. Heresy! Scandal of the highest order!” “Not me, dearest Matron,” said Uschi. I saw that as she spoke, she arched her back, displaying the engorged pair of breasts she was so proud of. “Dear, dear Uschi,” Matron tsked and shook her head. “Does your arrogance blind you – or perhaps it is your cavernous cleavage that captures your gaze?” “Huh?” “Behold!” Matron grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around. “Look at how your buttocks has grown! See how fat it is now!” Uschi glared at me – now as she was the only soul facing me head-on – and though she seemed shocked at the sudden roughness given her, the sight of me seemed to inspire bitterness and sass. “Um… I can’t exactly see that,” she rolled her eyes. “My ass is back there and my eyes are up here – hey!” “Feel it, dear Uschi!” Matron proclaimed. “Feel how my hand sinks into your presumptuous flesh!” “My ass has felt enough for one day!” Uschi snapped. “As have my hands,” Matron released Uschi, who remained in place so she didn’t have to face the woman who scorned her. “These hands!” the Matron held them aloft. “Never have they felt such copious displays of gluttony! And my eyes – my eyes! Not one of you has remained untouched – not even you, my dear Lira.” The Matron stopped before the last Sister on the left, and I recognized her by the shape of her outline that she was indeed the woman I’d hoped to marry once upon a time. Yet even as I saw her, I saw also what had changed: faded back muscles, a subtle padding about the hips, and a thigh gap that threatened to close any day now. I saw this, and so did Matron, who lifted Lira’s head with a delicate hand below her little chin. “Lira,” Matron said with sadness. “My dear Lira, even you? The mistress of ceremonies is an example to all her sisters, and now…” “I did all I could…” Lira moaned. “Twice now I’ve skipped breakfast, and last night I hardly touched dinner. But… my belly. It…” “It’s as I feared,” the Matron released her. “With the Vault of Plenty violated and plundered, we have lost favour in the eyes of the Ursine Goddess.” All at once, the tense atmosphere broke into a dozen worried conversations spoken in hushed and fearful tones. The Matron raised her arms, staring skyward with a cry akin to a wounded beast: “Our patron goddess has forsaken us!”

Chapter Nine The hours passed, and the Sisters had left the Matron’s chambers long ago, leaving me tied and helpless upon the bed. The bright, rectangular outline of sunlight emanating from the window traced slowly across my bed and body. I stared at it now, sniffing in the vain hope that it would scratch the itch on my nose. The rectangle of light had stretched long, and its light had dulled to an orange glow. It was surely sunset outside, and there was no sign of Ursa, Lira, or even Uschi. I sighed, feeling my head sink against two layers of pillows. Yes, indeed, the woman to blame for my imprisonment – the same woman tasked with guarding me first – was nowhere in sight. Figured that she would abandon two posts in a single day. Now would be a perfect moment for my escape – if only I could even move my limbs a single inch… So I languished there, helpless as ever while the sunlight traced across the room with ever-increasing rapidity. It was shining dimly against the wall now, between a closed closet and a headless bust with three bras wrapped around it. “If only I were more clever,” I sighed and tugged unenthusiastically against silken binds that gave no give. “Or my wrists slimmer…” The door across the room opened with a slow creak. I stared stupidly down my torso for a better look. The old, wooden relic had indeed been swung open – and did my eyes deceive me? None other than Lira emerged headfirst into the room! “Lira…” her name was a sigh of relief on my lips as she tentatively looked in my direction with those large, almond-shaped eyes of hers. Her bronze skin shone brilliantly in the light of the sunset, gleaming with a subtle sheen of sweat from hours passed outdoors. The braids and ties in her brown hair had been tied loosely behind her back to keep them out of the way for whatever outdoor chores she’d recently finished. I couldn’t care less; she was the only soul I’d set eyes upon all afternoon and the one I wanted to see the most. Lira: my guardian angel, come to set me free at last. “It’s really you,” she said with some hint of disbelief. “They all said it was you, but I couldn’t believe it…” She slipped into the room with the entrancing grace of a mountain lion in twilight, hips swaying free of the doorway as her hands gently closed it shut. She adjusted the top and skirt of her Sisterly garb, immaculately-pressed fabric hugging the curve of her hips and swell of her breasts like a well-packed sack of unbruised fruits. She was more beautiful than ever – I could see that now as she approached the bedside. Gone was the childhood friend, here was a mature woman the likes of which I never dreamed even existed. She chuckled lightly, no doubt bemused by the look on my face. “Is there something wrong with my belly?” she asked. Oh. “Sorry – I didn’t mean… I just realized I’ve never seen it like this.” “Bare? Exposed?” “Yeah – there’s nothing wrong with it, by the way. It’s beautiful – you’re beautiful.” “Hmph,” she cocked her hip and rested a hand against it, shaking her head. “And what about yesterday at the festival? You were there to witness the dancing rituals. Didn’t you see me?” “Well…” “Well, I saw you. And what about that time when we were little and took a dip in the stream?” “That’s different. We were in the water – and little.” “True. We’re grown now.” Lira turned her back to me and brushed the pleats of her skirt before easing back to sit by my side. Her hips had inched wider since I’d last been close to her, and seemed to spread further still as they eased into the soft feather-stuffed mattress. How long had it been since I’d last seen her? Weeks? Months? Felt like ages. Gracefully seated, Lira swept a hand through her long, brown hair and cast a sideways glance towards me over her shoulder without looking directly at me. “They told me you found the Vault of Plenty.” The mood was broke. I instantly felt the blood chill in my veins and my heart grow cold. Lira hadn’t come to save me, she’d come to interrogate me. How stupid I was to think she would save me now when she’d abandoned me for the Sisterhood long ago! Who was I to think anyone would care enough to save an orphaned, pear-farming peasant? “I didn’t, really,” I stiffened within my binds. “It was – it’s hard to explain.” “Bear Goddess?” Lira asked. “Yeah, that would be hard to explain.” “I came here because I had nowhere else to go,” I rambled. “She just showed-up at my house last night, sleeping in my bed like she owned it and before I know it she’d eaten a third of my stores and dragged me to bed with her. Then she followed me here and Uschi didn’t believe me, the stupid boor…” “That’s my Sister you’re talking about,” Lira replied coldly. “Well, none of this would’ve happened if she was actually guarding that vault instead of brushing herself all over me.” “I see,” Lira nodded to herself in a way that told me she’d lost what little faith she’d had in me. “And some magic bear found her way into the vault without a trace? The vault no one outside this shrine even knew existed?” “As goddesses do, I suppose. Look, I don’t know how she did it. I just came here to figure out what I’m supposed to do with her.” “And I’m here to figure out how you did it.” “You don’t believe me…” “No! None of us have seen our patron spirit so why would you?” “That’s what I –” “Don’t answer that one. Look, you’re not getting out of here until you tell us how you found that vault.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Gods… they sent you here to get a confession from me. You’re a honeypot.” Before Lira could answer, a deep, subtle growl emanated from within her. It was a muffled sound, mewling and gurgling, like a rumbling stomach – except it sounded akin to some large beast like a horse… or a bear. “What was that?” I asked. “Are you hungry?” “No,” Lira said quickly, setting a hand over her midsection. “Don’t change the subject –” But even as she spoke, her stomach demanded our attention. The subtle growl returned, louder the second time, and gurgled like water coursing through a narrow pipe. Lira gasped in fright, and though her back was turned to me, I could see how she curled into herself, hiding whatever gruesome sight she’d seen from myself and the world itself. “Hey,” I strained my neck attempting to get a look around her waist. “What was that?” “Never mind that,” she drew her hands in. I could hardly see a thing – was she hiding some sort of ball? “What was that noise?” I asked. “The wind, no doubt,” she replied quickly, hopping slightly in her seat to adjust the fit of her skirt. But it was most certainly not the wind, and that was all the more obvious when a third sound began to emanate from the depths of her bowels – a long, subtle trickle, like a cup filling to the very brim, followed by muffled crackling and a small pop. “Not again…” Lira moaned in spite of herself. “Lira, what’s wrong?” I asked. “I can’t see…” “Nothing!” Lira’s whole body twitched at the sound of my voice. “Nothing whatsoever. I… I have to retire!” “Retire? From the Sisterhood?” “No, you stupid boy. ‘Retire’ as in I’m-going-to-bed. It’s… oof… sunset already.” Lira struggled to get on her feet, and when she finally raised herself, she kept her back arched, a hand behind herself with her belly carefully protruding away from my curious gaze. I desperately held my head above the pillows, resisting the silent screaming of my neck muscles as I tried with all my might to catch a glimpse of the mysterious malady that had befallen my beloved. “Can you drop a blanket over me before you go?” I asked as she hurried back to the door. But Lira only hastened her pace, not even pausing to say goodbye before shutting the creaking, wooden door behind herself with a rush and a slam. Yet in spite of everything, I could only let my head fall against the pillows and gasp at the ceiling, utterly in shock. In her haste to leave me, Lira had turned to reveal her figure in profile, and my eyes had traced its curves. Lira – my graceful, light-footed Lira – was sporting a belly the likes of which I hadn’t seen since Ursa had stuffed herself stupid the night before!

Chapter Eight All at once, a dozen shrill cries joined the Matron’s, an indignant chorus which echoed against the steam-shrouded walls like the world’s largest parakeets in the world’s largest birdbath. Oh, if only they were giant parakeets! But instead of feathers and beaks, I was assaulted from all sides by shaking breasts and moist skin glazed pink by the steamy fumes of the sauna. Truly, this was a nightmare the likes of which I never dared imagine would come true! How could things get any worse? And not three heartbeats after I’d tempted fate with that little thought, a clothed figure emerged from the billowing steam amidst her naked kin: Uschi Britz. “Uschiiiiiii!” the Matron’s voice cracked as she pointed a shaking finger behind the woman’s shoulder. “You abandoned your post? Why? Tell meee!” Uschi pointed an equally-trembling finger – towards me. “He did it! Pate!” “Pate!” my very name was a curse when uttered through the Matron’s lips. “P-pate… violated the Vault of Plentyyyyy! Take him, ladies! Take him!” I had barely begun to comprehend Uschi’s latest betrayal when over a dozen ladies clothed in little more than foam and suds swarmed upon me from all directions. I felt their soapy surfaces soaking my clothes through, hands at my wrists and ankles, breasts rubbing tightly against my body, and before I could so much as utter a single word in protest, another hand clasped hard upon my lips: Uschi’s hand. The shrine had no jail cell – vast though it was – so the Sisters dragged me to the highest, most spacious and secluded room they had: the Matron’s personal bedchambers. Then again… that’s what I would have called it on account of the king-sized bed and personal effects such as a nightstand, perfume collections, and wardrobes overflowing with some of the most extravagant lingerie I had ever seen. Yet despite such typical trappings, the room was large enough for more extraordinary and exotic collections: an astrology chart and matching globe, a balcony overlooking the village and the valley beyond, and a mysterious desk covered with bottles and flasks more befitting of a royal alchemist or – dare I think it – villainous necromancer rather than the leader of a Sisterhood devoted to beauty. All stray thoughts aside, I was still hostage and rather clueless of my impending fate. The girls stretched me across the bed like a starfish, tying my limbs to the bedposts with spare linen woven with white silk. I feared the worst: would they draw-and-quarter me? Pull me in all directions until I was torn limb from limb? Surely not… I assured myself such a feat would be impossible without the help of strong horses. But even so, I felt myself hyperventilating with mounting dread. “Not one word, Patey-Pate – not one word!” I craned my neck down the breadth of my bound body to find Uschi leaning close from the opposite end of the bed, propping herself on hands and knees between the spread of my legs. “Hush!” she put a finger to her lips. “Shut up if you know what’s good for you!” “Uschi, by the gods, if you don’t stop flirting for the hundredth time and help us tie these knots, I will bind you on top of him!” said a blonde girl with the longest braids I’d seen in the whole village. “Just do some double-square knots, Rana,” Uschi shrugged, still crouched catlike on the bed – which exposed her rump to a smack from the blonde girl so forceful it nearly freed her tits from their confines. “Help us, girl!” Rana glared at her. “Please? Thank you.” “Oh, you are dead –” “Cease your petty squabbling, Sisters,” the voice of the Matron sounded loud even when not actively screeching. “We have a scandal on our hands – and the man is not to leave this shrine until we get to the bottom of it!” “Dearest Matron,” a brunette not actively tying me to the bed curtsied and revealed thighs with an extra inch of plushness pouring over the thigh-high leggings under her skirt. “Yes, Fiona, I am listening. Speak.” “Considering that a man has trespassed sacred grounds and somehow broken into our Vault of Plenty and defiled the contents within, why haven’t we called for the Bailiff to arrest him? I mean… he has a jail.” “Dear Fiona,” the Matron replied with uncharacteristically-level tones. “I am afraid this incident is beyond the Bailiff’s abilities – or even understanding.” “More like we’re brushing this incident under the rug,” Uschi muttered. The Matron raised a single eyebrow. “Rana? Spank her.” I personally didn’t see the blow, but the muffled slap of a hand against her soft cheeks followed by Uschi’s indignant yelp was music to my ears. “Well?” Matron looked in Uschi’s direction. “Th-thank you, ma’am; may I have another?” “That will be all,” Matron replied coldly. “But Dear Uschi is correct. We cannot – under any circumstances – let the commoners learn what has just transpired within these stone walls. The Vault of Plenty is a sacred place – so sacred, in fact, that if knowledge of its existence spread, it could jeopardize the very sanctity of our order. The divine blessings of bountiful harvests and even beauty granted to us by the Ursine deity could vanish in a single night.” “Vanish?” Uschi mulled the consequential word heavily over her tongue. “But… it wasn’t my – it wasn’t our fault! Why would we be punished for what someone else did?” “We have a duty and responsibility to protect the offerings the village gives us,” Matron explained. “For even though we partake in them, they were given to our guardian goddess, Ursa. We live entirely at her mercy – which is precisely why we must be extra-vigilant tonight.” The sisters looked nervously amongst one-another, some clothed, some still sopping-wet and naked from the sauna. “What… should we be vigilant for?” asked Uschi. “That, I don’t know,” Matron replied. “None have ever dared defile the Vault of Plenty before. I shall meditate on this tonight in my study… as for him,” Matron lay a hand upon my left foot and clasped it tightly. “Keep a close eye upon him. Make sure he doesn’t move one inch from this bed. Uschi, you shall stand post first.” “Aww, come on…” “Rena. Spank her.” “Ow-wuh!”

No one's mentioned it yet, but hear me out: Seven of Nine from Star Trek Voyager. I can't imagine sneaking a WG episode into the show without it being blatantly obvious that its catering to kink fetish, but man. If only there were more WG fanart/fanfic of Seven of Nine. It's probably not so common because her fanbase is more my dad's age than me, but still... if you know any fanfic or fanart of her, feel free to share. I'll start a collection.

Chapter Seven I could hardly believe my eyes. Never once had I thought I would be witness to a girl with bear ears peeking through the village shrine’s hedge with furred paws, yet here she was in the flesh – albeit the flesh was thankfully clothed. It seemed the mind of the bear-girl was more human than beast, for she had the common sense to don my father’s traveling clothes I’d left abandoned on my cabin floor the night before. But if I could hardly believe my eyes, Uschi could hardly believe her ears when I insisted the bear goddess was right behind her! “Mm, the bear goddess?” she wagged her head mockingly. “Really?” “She’s right there,” I pointed a finger past her ample chest towards the bear-girl in question. “Where, in the bushes? There’s no bear that can fit through that thicket! And you expect me to just turn around and look?” “Yes…” Ursa had indeed fit herself through the hedge. She was prying the leaves apart even now, her body emerging as she sniffed her way into the courtyard. Breasts hung naked from a jacket her paws had no doubt had trouble buttoning, and a leather belt cinched tightly about a waist that was narrower than the its previous owner, followed quickly by hips and thighs compensating by being wider. The sight of her dragging my missing father’s clothes through thick bramble had my blood simmering – she was going to rip and tear my father’s suit! I’d have run to her side and stopped her then and there, if not for Uschi wrapping her arm over mine with a mischievous grin. “I know what you’re up to, little man,” Uschi grinned as she took hold of my hand and slowly traced it down her back until the fingertips were touching the upper-bulge of her tight ass. “You thought you’d trick me into looking away… and then you’d run away as fast as you could till you found your crush, Lira…” I swallowed nervously as my eyes met hers for the first time. She met my gaze, unblinking, grinning wider as she felt my fingertips twitch against the edge of her rump. Meanwhile, Ursa had fully emerged from the hedge and was slowly sniffing her way towards what looked like the entrance to an underground cellar – she was after the Sisterhood’s food offerings! “Uschi…” I stammered. “Please… it’s forbidden to touch Sisters…” “Then you better stop ranting about bear-goddesses and keep your voice down, huh?” She cocked a knee so it went between mine, subtracting more precious, spare inches between us. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she wrapped her arms under mine and held my shoulders from behind, pressing her chest closer than ever. “You feel that?” she whispered as I watched Ursa open the cellar door. “The way my nipples are throbbing with every heartbeat?” “No…” I said – not because I was replying, but rather because Ursa had found her way into the cellar. “Feels nice, doesn’t it? I feel it sometimes… when I’m tanning my back in the courtyard with my breasts against a warm towel. A dull, steady throbbing. I noticed it some few days ago. It comes and goes, but feels stronger every time. That’s when I noticed my boobs were growing. What do you think?” A shattering of expensive-sounding glass from the cellar stopped our conversation. At last, Uschi’s gaze darted towards the cellar and found the door ajar! “Fuck damn it, I was watching that!” she released me at last. “Why oh why did I forget to lock it up?” “Huh?” I asked dumbly, following her as she stomped her way to the door. “Wait… you were guarding the cellar?” “It’s called the Vault of Plenty, you unbelieving peasant! I swear, if you tell anyone about this, I will… oh no!” As we approached the half-open door, chaos could be heard within: clinking plates, shattering glass, and a mighty crash that could only be a tall cabinet falling. The sound of heavy footsteps against a tiled floor carried its way to our ears, rapidly increasing in tempo as more items broke against the floor. “Why?” Uschi pried the door open with perfectly manicured fingers. “Why is this happening to me?” Nothing would have please me more than to revel in the consequences of her careless actions, but was immediately distracted by the sight of the room beyond the door. This was no mere cellar, but an ornate, circular chamber. Shelves ringed about the walls, loaded with food and drink aplenty. There were racks of aged wine more aged than even the elders, heaps of freshly-harvested grapes from the richest soils, olives, and even a sack of pears that looked suspiciously similar to what I’d donated the day before. A full third of the wall was lined by cuts of meat, their surfaces shimmering with a cool, perspiring mist that could only be made from the most elaborate of chilling spells, and when I bent my head low to gaze towards the ceiling, I saw a balcony circling about with yet more food – imports of honey and sugar from traveling merchants. It was a veritable fortune of food – and it seemed a considerable portion of it was spilled upon the marble floor. A whole section of shelves lay upon the floor with veritable gallons of red wine spreading across the floor like blood from a mighty, slain elk. Yet in spite of such chaos, the clumsy culprit was nowhere to be seen. “No…” Uschi rushed into the midst of the mess, tits bouncing with every panicked step. “Who… why…?” I paid her no heed. Ursa was loose somewhere within the shrine’s sacred walls, and if I didn’t stop her, who knew what trouble she’d cause? Three doors beckoned me from the opposite end of the chamber, two of them ajar. No doubt, Ursa had fled through one of them – but which one? “… you!” I looked back and found Uschi pointing at me, her panic turned to anger. “Huh?” I stared at her finger, realizing too slowly the trouble I was in. “It was you, wasn’t it? You set me up you… you pea-headed peasant!” There was no time to lose! The two half-open doors I’d been contemplating had become my only options to escape Uschi’s wrath. Did it matter which my bear-girl had entered? Not in the slightest! I dashed for the door on the left like my life depended on it. Uschi’s shrill cries broke into screeching fits as I left her to fend for herself in the Vault of Plenty. So what if she got blamed for the mess? If she’d spent more time guarding the door rather than pushing scandalously against my body, none of this would have happened! All I could do was fend for myself and hope she knew how to do the same… Where was I? The air was filled with hot steam that smelled like charcoal. I could barely see through the burning fog! It was so thick, I could even feel its heat trailing down my throat deep into my lungs. I stifled a cough, searching my surroundings for a way out of the cursed room with slow, shuffling steps – and found the Matron sitting before me. The Matron! In the flesh! And the flesh was naked! She looked into my eyes with mounting anger, and her very skin seemed to sizzle with hate. Her matronly mammaries, so prominently on display when confined into tight brassieres and tighter dresses, drooped low against her chest now, which rose with a huge breath of unbearably-hot air as she readied herself for the most inhumanly-wrathful bout of rage I’d ever heard: “In-tru-derrrrr!” she screamed before inhaling again for more. “In the saunaaaaa! Intruder in the sacred shriiiiiiiiine!”

I think I’m in love

Chapter Six Besides the obligatory Spring Equinox festival, it had been quite a few days since I’d entered the village. After all, what services did they provide that I couldn’t get myself? I didn’t need food; I lived on a farm. I didn’t need drink; my farm was by a river. I had all the tools I could possibly need, and I kept them in good condition. How long had it been, exactly? One week? Two? However long it had been, it had been longer-still since I’d visited the temple. I stared blankly onwards at the temple grounds, resisting the urge to glower at the prospect of interacting with the Matron or her spoiled Sisterhood. And how! The sisters did not till the land, fetch pails of water, or even so much as launder the skimpy clothes they wore! Such work was considered too undignified for such delicate beauties as them. Instead, they devoted their lives to “training” and “worship.” Bah! I could see them doing what they called “training” now as I stopped before the dirt field behind their temple. In one corner, three of them lay against silken sheets to tan their skins, in another, more girls circled about each other with their legs spread so wide their toes touched. “So much for training,” I grumbled. “Well!” a high-pitched voice called from behind me. “If it isn’t Pate the Pear-boy!” I rolled my eyes and turned to face the aggressor, but I didn’t have to see her to know who it was: Uschi Britz, my childhood nemesis. She was standing before me with her hands on her bony, yet surprisingly-wide hips. Her famous razor-straight black hair was tied into three ponytails now, with two resting over her shoulders on either side of her angelic, heart-shaped face – the face of a demon. Uschi had a unique ability to feign innocence even after the most brutal teasing sessions. It was a habit she indulged in far too often, and her skill only meant she never outgrew the habit. And speaking of outgrown… it seemed her chest bindings were pinching a little too much around her ample bosom. Her breasts oozed a full inch over their confines like – “My eyes are up here, Patey-Pate,” she pointed two fingers towards her blue pupils. “I already know that,” I blushed. “It’s good to see you Uschi.” “Uh!” she scoffed. “That’s not how you address a Sister. You’d know that if you bothered coming to services.” “Yeah… not really a fan of watching half-naked girls spinning and flipping around.” “Oh really?” Uschi arched provocatively-forwards, pressing her oversized bosom against my chest. “You didn’t have a problem looking at me just a moment ago. You finally developed an eye for beauty, Pate? Has your manhood dropped after all these years?” “Uschi, stop it,” I looked away. “Stop what? We’re just talking…” “You always do this – push yourself onto me until someone walks by so you can tell them it was my fault.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t you like women like me? Aren’t I the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?” “Uschi, I don’t have time for this. I need to talk to the Matron.” “The Matron’s in the bathhouse right now. She’s very naked. I guess you’re stuck with me.” “You know what? Fine. There’s a Bear-Goddess in my bed.” The conversation paused but only for a heartbeat. This certainly wasn’t how I’d expected things to go, and I wasn’t sure how Uschi would react. The pause ended as suddenly as it began. She scoffed, rolling her eyes behind fluttering, perfectly-curled lashes with a stupid grin on her face. It seemed she would resort to her usual teasing tactics. “Oh…” she tapped my chest with a single fingertip. “A bear goddess. Is that what you said? Mm, I see… what a coincidence.” “Uschi,” I sighed. “I’m very serious.” “No, I’m serious,” she jabbed her fingertip hard enough to hit ribs. “I think I know what you’re up to. It’s barely even been a month since your crush said her vows and devoted her body to Ursa, and now you come to us? I guess you thought you’d talk to all afternoon about it too?” My face paled. “Who told you about us?” “Don’t act like you two weren’t hanging-out by the riverside every day once upon a time! Everybody knows about you and Lira – and everybody wonders why you didn’t just propose before she joined us.” It was complicated. I was an orphan boy and she was a blacksmith’s daughter. I smelled like dirt and compost, she smelled like flowers and strawberries. I needed to commission the blacksmith to forge a ring, except he was her father and would have many questions. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment. I wasn’t ready… “This isn’t about Lira – I mean, not her. Whoever she is…” “Mm hm,” Uschi cocked her head and nodded knowingly. “Is that right?” “It is.” “Well, I guess that means you can talk to me about it – your favourite Sister!” “I… well, I don’t know…” Uschi was ensnaring me into her trap. Like a spider, she wove herself around me spiritually and figuratively, waiting for the perfect moment to embarrass me in front of as many people as possible. She had always craved attention, and lusted for drama. If I so much as stared anywhere lower than her forehead, she’d win. I couldn’t let her win – I’d never hear the end of it! “You notice anything different about me?” Uschi smiled as wide as she could, arching against me and waiting for my reply. I felt her breasts touch against my front, two soft orbs strapped in confines two inches too small. I averted my gaze onwards, refusing to give-in. “They’re bigger now,” she grinned. “Why…” I groaned – a response that could either be a grievance or a question. “Who knows? It happened suddenly this week. I’m just minding my business, carrying-out my sisterly duties when… boop,” she pushed upwards against me. “They say an Ursine blessing can be felt next to the heart. Maybe that means the goddess is near.” “Maybe it means you partake a little too freely from the village offerings.” “Not me,” Uschi gasped with mock indignation. “I don’t even eat in the mornings like the others! But speaking of the others, they’ve been growing into their tops too – that includes your crush, Pate. Perhaps you see her? Is that what you’re looking for now? Why won’t you look at me?” “I’m not looking for –” I froze mid-sentence. I couldn’t believe my eyes! “Uschi!” “What?” “She’s here.” “Yeah, she is. I told you Lira’s nearby.” “No, gods damnit,” I hissed. “The bear goddess. She’s here.”

Is it "Fattening the Personal Trainer?"

Chapter Five The night seemed longer than natural, all the more-so because I was forced to share my twin-sized bed with a bear-sized woman. I remained pinned at her side, my simple farmer’s garb hot against my skin as it pressed into Ursa’s naked and even-hotter flesh. My torso remained propped somewhere against her side as it rose and fell with long, deep breaths, and as the stars outside my window slowly traced across the black sky, I couldn’t help but wonder what part of her my head was slowly yet steadily sinking into. Armpit… or breasts? I dared not guess which was more likely – or appalling. With such dreadful thoughts, I tried not to think of how my head was sinking ever-deeper into a warm crevice as my mind sank into an ever-deeper sleep… I woke with a start and found myself twisting and turning in a mess of skin and bedsheets. I’d have cried-out in panic, but it seemed my entire face was buried in something warm. I couldn’t see! I couldn’t hear! I couldn’t even scream! But no sooner had I awakened to such a nightmare, my head spilled free from its confines like a melon from an upturned sack. I glanced back to find a black areola the size of a blooming wildflower staring back. I stared incredulously at the sight of such nudity and grew horrified at the ramifications: had my head been buried between Ursa’s breasts the whole night? The breasts shook against one another as their owner adjusted herself in her sleep with a snort. Why me? I thought. But as I kept staring, a new realization dawned upon me – a realization so shocking, it filled me with a strange sense of impending dread. Ursa’s breasts were bigger. Was such a thing possible? Not even thoroughbred swine fed and fattened a whole season for summer festival could grow overnight, and yet here I was, face to face with two perfectly-round breasts that had ripened in my sleep – and so much! What had once been modest handfuls of flesh resting against a bony chest had swollen into soft, pink orbs nearly the size of their owner’s head – and speaking of heads… A shiver ran down my spine. My head hadn’t sank into the bear-woman’s cleavage – the bear-woman’s cleavage had grown around my head! How? Why? A quick, cursory glance at Ursa’s silhouette reclining beneath the covers hinted at the answer. The round, massive belly that had once adorned her frame was no more, deflated like a winesack after a long hike. What of the rest of her? I couldn’t see much besides a various outline, but I had no doubt what I might find if I dared peel the covers back: Ursa was growing bigger. It was a dreadful thought. Ursa was already big enough to pull me into bed with her at the slightest whim. She’d also eaten nearly a third of my stores already. What would she do when there was no food left in the house? I urgently needed advice from the Sisterhood. As much as I detested their frivolous dances and attention-seeking garb, they were likely the only ones with the knowledge of what to do about this situation. Only two questions remained: dare I wake Ursa and if not, how would I free myself from the bed without disturbing her slumber? I spent a long time pondering those questions – perhaps too long. The morning sun was shining against her exposed breast now, and I could see dark veins throbbing across its goosebumped-surface toward the nipple like roots to a trunk. I imagined them pumping the feast of nutrients from her stomach into the rest of her, steadily filling throughout the night until her stomach was empty and hungry again. A low rumble sounded from beneath the sheets, mocking my thoughts. I was running out of time – I had to act! “Hey…” I said nervously. “Wake up...” I reached slowly for her shoulder, hoping her reaction would be good. Would she pull me back into her bearhug embrace? Would she lash out? They say to let sleeping dogs lie, but what of bears? My fingertips touched, but nothing happened. “Ursa?” I pressed softly, rocking her. “Wake up…” “Nnhrh!” Ursa twisted away from my probing hands, pulling the sheets closer around her – and sending me tumbling off the bed as the sheets came away from me! “Oof!” I yelped as I smacked elbows first against the wooden floor. “Ow! What in gods’ name was that for?” But even as I said the words, Ursa gave no heed, tucking her legs closer against herself and curling her head into the pillow. I briefly thought of ripping her free of the sheets in a fit of justified rage, but immediately thought better of it. Why would I wake her when I’d just gotten everything I wanted? I was free, and I even still had my clothes on since I’d never gotten the chance to unclothe before being dragged into bed. So with a sigh, I rocked myself to my feet, smoothed my clothes of wrinkles, and left the room. It seemed Ursa slept like a bear as well as ate like one, and that might be my opportunity to get to the village for help before she woke hungry again.

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Chapter Four “You actually did it,” I muttered incredulously. “You really did it… you ate the whole chop of beef.” Ursa may not have understood my words, but I could swear she was mocking me with the smug look on her face, as if she were proud of defying my expectations that she’d be full before she’d stuffed twenty pounds of food into her stomach. Said stomach was protruding prominently into the air as she reclined against the discarded clothes I’d meant to dress her in, a spherical monument to inhuman gluttony the size of a ripe pregnancy. She rubbed its smooth surface with both hands, one fondling its crest with a thumb casually circling the popped-navel while the other carefully cupped its lower bulk. To see her sprawled bare on my floor like this made me wonder how I could possibly have imagined her fitting in my father’s clothes – or any clothes for that matter. But then again, it was too late to consider dressing for the day when the sun had vanished behind the mountains some time ago. The sunlight that Ursa had been napping under had faded, leaving only the orange, flickering glow of my fireplace to play across her skin. “Well, aren’t you cold?” I asked. Ursa lazily lifted her eyelids halfway to look at me, but said nothing. “I can’t just leave you like that, can I? But I doubt you can budge an inch being so full, so I’ll bring you a blanket and pillow.” I left her and went into my bedroom. A spare set of linen was thankfully something I had on hand, so I didn’t have to go back into the master bedroom and look at my parents’ abandoned belongings again. I spotted them instantly, neatly-folded but half-buried beneath a pile of laundry under my bed. It really was a shame I couldn’t wash them, but then again I doubted Ursa would notice or care. So I knelt beside my bed, reaching through the laundry to pull the blanket out. No sooner had I begun unfolding it against my lap, I heard the creak of wooden floorboards and snapped my neck back to look behind me. There stood Ursa, looming in the doorway and completely unburdened by the heavy bulge of her gut (though she did stoop somewhat). She stared at me with eyes that seemed to glimmer in the twilight, her shoulders outlined by the fireplace crackling behind her. “You…” I stammered. “How are you even standing?” Ursa did more than stand. As I watched in utmost awe, she began her slow, careful approach, one purposeful step after the other. It was a sight like none I had ever witnessed in my life: not just a naked woman, but a bear goddess, and a very stuffed one at that. Her darkened nipples seemed to stare at me like a second set of eyes, unblinking and jiggling with every step. The tilt and sway of her hips beckoned my attention, though I shivered at the thought of what I might see. How was a simple farmer like myself expected to behave in such a situation? There was no one in the world I could ask – not even Ursa herself. And suddenly she was standing before me, peering down between her breasts and past her ponderous belly to look me in the eyes. It never occurred to me till that moment how tall she truly was. Even if I got to my feet now, my head would only meet somewhere between her breasts and belly. Not that I could stand with her gut looming over me and the bed behind me. I was trapped! “Uh…” I averted my gaze to her feet and found them to be clawed. “I thought you were… I mean, I’m sorry but… um…” I felt her belly press into the back of my head. She was crouching – and grabbing me from under my armpits! “What are you doing?” I moaned as her padded fingers squeezed my sides and lifted me from the floor. “Please don’t eat me… please! I don’t taste good – I don’t think I taste good…” But once Ursa had lifted me off my feet, she held me at arms’ reach and stared blankly at me. The tension was torture. I could feel the veins throbbing in my neck and even forgot to breathe for a moment as I contemplated untimely death for the first time in my life. Yet she barely moved, blinking once, then twice with silent contemplation. Then, with a subtle huff, she turned her back to the bed, sat on it, and carried me with her! “Easy, easy!” I said with fear evolving to panic. “You’re squeezing me so hard… gods, oh gods…” No sooner had I found myself sharing Ursa’s lap with her belly, she wrapped her legs around mine, trapping them between sinewy yet firm thighs. Next, her right arm wrapped across my chest as her left grabbed the bedcovers – my bedcovers – and pulled them over us. I was now a hostage in my own bed, bound and utterly helpless to resist. “How could this be happening?” I whispered nervously. Ursa huffed lazily in response, pulling me tighter against her body like I were some giant pillow. I could feel her breath blowing warmly past my ear as she nuzzled her head over my shoulder, and felt her breasts pressing against my back with every breath. I myself barely had room enough to breathe being embraced so tightly. Ironically, her massive belly allowed me to have more space. It pushed hard into the small of my back, displacing my lower half away from the rest of her. It, too, rose and fell with every breath of hers, and as the moments passed, my panic gave way to abstract wonder. I’m sleeping with a goddess, I thought again and again as I stared into the dark distance. What would the villagers think of this? What of the Sisterhood? Would anyone believe me? Of course they would, I replied to myself much later in the sleepless night. Everyone in the village of Ursa worships the bear goddess for their own safety and fortune. All I’d need to do is show them the girl and they would see for themselves… but how? How would I convince this she-beast to follow me to the village? It was a most puzzling question indeed. Ursa had all the strength of her namesake, and showed little interest of anything except eating and sleeping. Even now, as her breathing slowed into shallow rhythm, her arms and legs remained coiled round me like mighty snakes. I wouldn’t be able to force her to do what she didn’t want. Must think of something soon, I thought. I hate to do it, but I need help from the Sisterhood before I’m eaten out of house and home. Only they would know what to do. With that final thought playing repeatedly through my head, I let myself drift into slumber, hypnotized by the feel of Ursa’s torso against my back as it rose and fell like the waves in the sea. Well, I thought. Maybe all those food offerings from this morning will be put to good use.

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Chapter Three Time passed slowly as the Bear Goddess continued feasting on my blackberries. She ate every berry in the sack that had once sat heavy as a hog on her lap, and once those were gone, she promptly stood-up with her nose sniffing the air, clearly hungry for more. “Gods…” I balked at the sight of her, utterly speechless. I’d spent the whole time staring at the strange woman instead of finding proper clothes for her. The empty sack of blackberries had shielded her naked skin from my gaze. Now as she stood upright, the bag slipped from her torso to reveal the most stuffed and well-fed belly I’d ever seen. Round and bronze, it resembled a pregnancy that had been showing at least a season, though the bulge protruded upwards against her still-visible ribs rather than downwards below the navel, for it was her stomach that was full and not her womb. Sniffing, the still-hungry woman turned away from me and began to slowly walk towards the pantry. The spell her distended belly had on me was broken. I could think clearly again. “Clothes,” I muttered. “Need to find clothes for you – even if you are half-bear.” I’d been dreading this task. It wasn’t that I had nothing proper for her in the house; my parents had left behind plenty of clothes behind when they vanished. I simply wasn’t sure I could bear looking at their things again. The master bedroom had sat empty and abandoned for years now. I stood before the master bedroom’s door, still sealed after all this time with dust on the handle. Even as I was growing-up with my family, I had few memories of the place. What emotions would overcome me when I entered? Would they be worse than the ones I could feel swirling within me now? “Right,” I muttered to myself. “Waiting won’t do any good. Best to get this done with quick.” The door creaked slowly open with the slightest nudge, revealing the room as it swung to the right: the glass window (the only one in the house), the queen-size bed with its patterned quilt and matching pillows, father’s work desk (the only cluttered part of the room), mother’s vanity mirror mocking me with my own stolid reflection, and a heavy, wooden chest at the foot of the bed – filled with several changes of clothes, no doubt. “Let’s see,” I knelt before the chest and unlatched its front. The lid sprang open like a frog’s mouth and revealed two stacks of clothes, one for mother and the other for father. I reached for mother’s clothes – an orange-black dress I vaguely remembered seeing her wear more than once – but my hand faltered before my fingers even touched the intricate patterns woven into its fabric. Could I trust a half-bear with such a work of art? Surely not… but if not the dress, then what? Father’s change of clothes beckoned – a drab, simple traveller’s coat and undergarb designed for utility rather than fashion. Such a suit should survive anything that woman did to it. So I carefully removed my father’s outfit piece by piece: the brown coat and white undershirt, the matching trousers and riding boots, a black belt, undergarment… “Hm?” Under the stack of clothes was another stack, except this stack was of letters. Their presence perplexed me. Letters? My father kept letters? Curiosity overcame my aversion to disturbing my parents’ memory and I plucked the first letter for closer inspection. Whoever had written it had been in a hurry, with hastily-scribbled script interspersed with crossed-out words and ink splotches, but what really grabbed my attention was the wax seal stamped at the bottom – a circular, red spot with an ornate pattern I couldn’t quite make-out unless I leaned-in for a closer look… A clattering from the dining room table disturbed my investigation. The letters would have to wait. I had a beast in my house to take care of. “Hey!” I scrambled back out of the bedroom with the change of clothes bundled in my arms. “What are you – oh, skies above what in tarnation?” I’d dropped the clothes as I held my head at the ghastly sight, for the Bear Goddess had made an unsightly mess of my table, having dragged a chop of pork onto a dirty plate and was currently ripping at it with her teeth! “That’s raw meat!” I scrambled to her side. “Raw!” “Nnnrhh,” she replied with her fangs half-buried in bloody meat. “You can’t just tear through that without a fork and knife –” I reached for the chop only for her to snatch it away with a jealous glare. “Can you at least let me cook it?” No response. She merely settled back into munching the end of the chop, eyes blissfully-closed as her lips sucked on the meat’s heavily-salted surface. I stared helplessly at the sight. If this mute woman wouldn’t let me cook her meat, why would she possibly let me clothe her? It was enough to make me lose hope – unless… “You sit there,” I said. “I have an idea you might like…” I left her seated at my dining table and went about busying myself with preparations. I went outside and chopped a couple logs before bringing them inside. Next, I stacked the wood into the fireplace across the room from my uninvited guest. She watched curiously as I leaned over my work, never ceasing her endless chewing. No doubt she’d never made a fire in her life, for as I finally got the flame kindled, I found her eyes widening with wonder. It made me smile; she hadn’t seen anything yet. I left the growing flame behind and went back to the pantry to fetch an as-yet unspoiled cut of meat. That Dudley character at the festival had been painfully correct – this year’s harvest was less than usual. The usual mix of rain and snow in the winter had hardly occurred, and the mountaintops were lacking their typical glacial garb. Months of effort had yielded me little food for myself, much less for an offering to the Sisterhood. Still, it wasn’t as if I liked those greedy, stuck-up girls, and it’s not as if they’d know I’d stashed meat for myself. Bah! They could raise their own livestock if they wanted something more filling than the pears they got from me. Either way... I had a slice of salted steak hanging in there ready to be roasted. When I returned to the fire, the naked bear woman was crouching curiously before the fire, letting the flames warm her chest. She turned to me as my boots creaked against the floor and I gave what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s warm, isn’t it?” I knelt by her side and grabbed the iron poke from its spot by the fireplace. “Feels good on your skin? Wait until you feel warmth sizzling on your tongue.” She made no move to snatch the steak from my hands even as I stabbed it with the poke in front of her. At last, she was feeling something other than gluttony. Could it be she was feeling full? Her belly was certainly stuffed enough, pressed as it was against her legs as she balanced on the balls of her feet. Then again, perhaps not. She wasn’t staring at me; she was staring at the steak. I shoved the meat into the fireplace, carefully turning it left and right to sear every square inch of its surface. Some of the smoke wafted into our faces, bringing with it an entrancing aroma that had my eyes and the woman’s mouth watering. “I’m not sure how to handle you,” I said as I continued cooking the meat. “Talking’s what I’m good at – which I know is a really strange thing because I’ve been living alone for so long – but do you really not know how to speak? No words whatsoever? None at all?” She snorted in reply, but her eyes flashed with recognition. She could tell I was talking. “You really are a bear of a woman, aren’t you? How about a name? You have a name?” She didn’t reply, but that might have been because I’d removed the steak from the fireplace. The meat was thoroughly cooked to a dull grey, and its surface sizzled and billowed thick smoke about the room. All that was left to do was carve it up. I pulled my trusted knife from its sheath on my belt to do just that. “The whole village is named after you if I’m not mistaken,” I said as I chopped slices of steak across the brick mantle. “Ursa… means ‘bear’ in the Old Tongue if I’m not mistaken. I guess that’s what I should call you from now on: Ursa. How’s that sound?” “Ursa” did something I’d never seen her do before at the sound of the word: she smiled. “You like that? Then you should love this steak. Hold on… let me get a fork…” I left her side and found a suitably-clean fork on the other side of the room. I heard a yelp behind me and found Ursa holding her hand, pouting at me. “Tried to touch it, didn’t you?” I knelt by her side again. “That’ll teach you to eat with your hands. Watch how I do it.” I stabbed one of the slices with my fork and brought the morsel to my lips. We were both looking at the still-smouldering slice of meat now, and I suddenly noticed Ursa was leaning-in for a closer look. As I blew on the meat to cool it down, I could feel her breath on my face as well. I took a bite of steak and chewed, enjoying the hot juices spreading across my tongue. I swallowed. “See? Now you…” I stabbed another slice and brought it before Ursa’s lips. She leaned closer-still to bite down, her lips closing on half the fork before I could pull it back out, but the meat remained safely within her mouth. She chewed carefully, moaning to herself as her eyes watered and a strange expression crossed her face – complete, total bliss. I could hardly believe it! Had she never had cooked meat before? If not, I’d changed her life. What else had this half-beast never experienced? It seemed I had my work cut out for me. “So you want more?” I shrugged. “Here I was, thinking you were full, but I guess bears are known for their appetites – aren’t they, Ursa?” Ursa laughed softly at the sound of her name – and nearly singed her fingers placing them by the fire.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I can see the British accent bleeding through every paragraph 😏 it’s a subtle choice of words the characters use that gives it away.