Chel: Vault of the Gods (Patreon)

CW: Semi-dark, forcefeeding, near-bursting, hypnosis, breast expansion, lactation, non-oral stuffing

I.

“Left.”

“Ow! Tulio, that’s my foot!”

“Maybe your foot shouldn’t be trying to move right when I said left then.”

“No, I was– ohhh, right.”

“No, left.”

“No, I meant–”

Some raised brows and wandering eyes from the streets stared at the two men bickering, their arms shaking from the weight of the large chest filled to the brim with glittering, shining gold.

The crowds parted, however, as a woman sauntered her way up to the scene, snorting as she threw a hand to her hip.

“You boys having trouble?” Chel teased with a smirk.

With a huff, the two false gods hoisted the chest up together to load onto the side of the ship.

As soon as it was loaded, Tulio fell into his routine of straightening out his posture, and clearing his throat.

“Of course not! Gods have no need of help from common mortals!” he declared in a booming voice.

“Oh, boy. He’s on with the god-voice again.” Miguel muttered, shaking his head as he wandered off to find where he left his lute.

Chel rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything until the crowds had dispersed. Only then did she hook Tulio’s shoulder with a finger and pull him beside the boat for a kiss on the cheek.

“You done?” she whispered with a snicker.

“I think so, yeah. How was that? Good save? You think everyone bought it?” he asked, looking around to test the waters.

For the sake of his ego, Chel didn’t bother answering. She just gave a fifty-fifty motion with her hand and left it there.

Tulio just chuckled, and peered over her shoulder to see if Miguel intended to busy himself in the city today.

“Well, the Chief says the boat should be finished come tomorrow, and that’s the last of the gold all loaded. How about you and I celebrate…?” Tulio offered, dancing his fingers down Chel’s dark hair, down her back, and reaching around her waistwrap to squeeze her ass as he leaned in for another kiss.

Since Chel didn’t exactly want to help with the heavy-lifting of the gold, she decided that maybe Tulio deserved a little reward for all his hard work afterall. However, before she could even give her answer, her eyes shot open from the kiss as she heard someone clear their throat from behind Tulio.

“Am I interrupting something?” a woman asked.

The two scrambled to part from the kiss, and they both awkwardly looked towards the intruding woman.

“Nope!”

“No, no. Definitely not. No. Just… godly discussions!”

“Yep!”

Tulio’s attempt to put on his “god-voice” was laughable, but Chel had to go along with it to not draw suspicion. She could tell the woman wasn’t exactly buying it, though.

Something else that certainly caught the two off guard was the woman’s clothing.

Or rather, lackthereof.

Across her skin were the same bodymarkings that many of the priests in El Dorado had. Her long black hair was tied into a braid behind her that reached her ankles. She was dressed in golden trinkets and had bone piercings on her lips and ears, but other than that, she wore nothing. Her dark skin and its strange markings were on full display for all to see. She had a thicker figure, very similar to Chel, but with one notable difference. Her breasts were far fuller than Chel’s were.

Chel couldn’t help a glance towards Tulio, and felt a hint of jealousy at the redness to his face as he took in the sight of the woman.

And the woman wasn’t exactly ignorant to his attention, either. She smiled bashfully towards the gaze of the “god”.

Chel huffed to herself. Yeah, I’m sure I could get just as much attention if I had it all out on display in public too, puta.

With a glance over to Tulio, she flicked his arm to snap him out of it. He quickly tried to straighten out, acting as if he hadn’t even noticed.

Finally, Miguel returned to the boat, lute in hand. He raised a brow, pointing towards the naked woman beside him as he approached.

“Uhhhm… Tulio? New friend?” he asked, confused.

The woman smiled. “I am Priestess Itzel, and I am deeply humbled to meet you two at last, o mighty gods. I simply wished to inform you, that should be the last of the gold.” she said, bowing deeply before Tulio and Miguel. “We’ve emptied the temples, and all of the wealth we have to spare is now loaded and ready for the journey. Your hoard is now rivaled only by that in the Vault of the Gods.”

Tulio and Miguel couldn’t be happier. They nodded along as she spoke, their egos both inflated to great proportions as she honoured them.

“Yes, of course.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful news.”

“That should– Wait, you said–”

“Sorry, what was that…?”

“Vault of the Gods?”

The two stumbled over eachothers’ words at the mention of such a place.

Priestess Itzel almost seemed surprised to see them so unfamiliar with the concept. She stood up and nodded.

“Indeed. The sacred vault. Full of enough gold that even all the way from Xibalba, the gods can reach out and pluck from it at their whim.”

Even Chel hadn’t realized such a place existed. The three of them practically drooled at the thought of such treasure. The first one who actually managed to speak was Tulio, clearing his throat.

“This… Vault of the Gods…. May–… may we see it?” he asked politely, stipling his fingers with a wide smile on his face.

But that smile died away as the woman shook her head. “Even to allow a god to enter the vault would anger the other deities in Xibalba.”

Miguel perked a brow, confused. “But… if no one can enter, how does anyone put gold into the vault in the first place?”

Tulio gestured towards Miguel as he made the point, as if he were a newfound expert on the subject.

“Only the most trusted priests deemed worthy by the gods themselves may enter.” Itzel explained.

In defeat, the three slumped against the side of the ship. Well, there went that. Perhaps trying to claim all the gold in El Dorado was a bit of a greedy aspiration anyway.

But Chel caught as Miguel seemed to come to life, an idea sparking in his head.

“Wait… waitwaitwait…. But… Tulio, a god himself… has… uhm… chosen Chel here as his lover!” he exclaimed, shoving the two forward, and placing Tulio’s hand on Chel’s waist.

“I did?”

“He did?”

The two blurted the question out in unison from the sheer shock and embarrassment at such a bold claim.

“That’s right! Surely that makes her plenty worthy, no?” Miguel doubled down, shooting them both a wink.

Itzel tapped her chin, thinking for a moment.

“I… suppose. But the priestesses will need to ensure she is suitable for such an honour as a god’s very own mate. Not to mention, make sure she is capable of making the journey to Xibalba.” she off-handedly commented, seeming to work out the details in her own head.

Miguel simply nodded along. “Oh, yeah! Don’t worry, if anyone can do it, it’s our girl Chel!” he assured her.

Itzel seemed to have her doubts, but she shrugged. “Very well. Then the priestesses will await her tonight to begin her preparations.” she declared, sharing a smile with all of them. “Please excuse me, my gods. There is much to prepare.” Itzel said with one last deep bow, before heading away.

As she left, the two false gods practically had their eyes glued to her while she walked away. Chel just glared at them, folding her arms in annoyance.

“So, can you two stop staring at her ass long enough to tell me why I’m the one getting wrapped up in this?”

Immediately, the two snapped their attention back to Chel, both a bit embarrassed at being caught so obviously.

“Oh, come on, Chel! How bad can it be? A god’s mate? Doesn’t sound too bad to me! You really think they’d treat someone that important poorly?” Miguel bargained with a bright smile.

Chel thought for a moment. “I’m… not sure. The priestesses are all kinda… nuts. Plus, I’m not so sure that any of them will be in a great mood after losing Tzekel-Kan.” she reminded them, flicking a small golden jaguar figurine off the boat and into the water to make her point.

Tulio tried fruitlessly to catch it, practically heartbroken to see even the smallest portion of the gold go to waste.

Miguel racked his brain for an answer, but he had nothing. He elbowed Tulio, and the two shared a glance. Miguel had done his part and come up with the plan. Now Tulio had to do his part and bring on the charm.

Without a word, the two got the gist of the point across.

“Well, I suppose it was only food for thought! I’ll start getting supplies so that we’re ready to set sail.” Miguel said casually, pretending to concede to Chel with a shrug. And with that, he left, giving Tulio one last thumbs up for good luck.

Tulio gave a shaky thumbs up back, and took a deep breath. Time to put on the moves.

Hands in his pockets, he leaned against the ship, before glancing over. The enormous, glittering mountain of gold in it was a sight to behold. With a glance back to Chel, he smiled. All he had to do was play into her greed.

He grabbed the rope to climb onto the deck, and held a hand out to Chel.

“Here, let me show you something.”

Together, they climbed onto the small ship. It was a sturdy vessel, and the perfect middle ground to hold so much gold and yet be crewed by only a couple pairs of hands.

With gold scattered everywhere, it was hard to keep balance. And as soon as Chel slipped on a golden plate, she brought Tulio down with her by the wrist. They both rolled across the deck, at first with yelps of panic, then devolving into laughter together.

As the two stopped rolling, Tulio’s eyes went wide as he realized Chel was right on top of him, pinning him down with a smirk. Tulio was shocked at how quickly she could turn him on, like he was wrapped around her fingers at all times. And she could feel the stiff bulge in his pants below her, slowly lowering herself down and letting her weight rest against it more and more.

“Is this all you wanted to show me?” she remarked as she hovered over him teasingly.

Tulio’s mouth was dry, but he gave a nervous chuckle. “W-Well… not exactly.” he managed to choke out. Finally, he reached up, gently holding Chel’s chin and turning her head to look beside them.

Looming over them was the mountain of glimmering treasure. The gold that filled the ship from bow to stern. Even though she’d seen the deck being filled day by day, beholding it all was… incredible.

“Por Dios…” she whispered under her breath in disbelief.

Tulio smiled. He just needed to remind her what their endgoal was.

“Pretty amazing, right? Now just imagine it doubled.”

Immediately, Chel was pulled out of the magic, and shot him a glare. “Oh, so that’s what this is about.” she snapped, sitting her weight back all at once.

Tulio yelped, practically seeing stars as she sat down on his length, practically pulling the breath from him.

“I should have guessed.” she spat in annoyance.

“B-But, come on!” Tulio gasped desperately, trying to reach up to her and not lose her. “You’re really telling me you wouldn’t want to have a mountain like this all to yourself?” he tempted.

Chel stopped in her tracks, narrowing her eyes at him. “All to myself?” she parroted suspiciously.

Tulio’s smile returned. “Of course! We double it, and you can have this whole ship’s worth to yourself.” he continued in a promising purr.

Chel watched his every move with narrowed eyes like a serpent in wait.

“And why would you feel the need to be so generous, might I ask?” she prodded.

Tulio just smiled. “Because, this is a god’s lover we’re talking about here. She deserves quite a handsome share of the spoils.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the prospect of such a big payout or the feeling of her on top of him, but something was making Tulio hard as a rock below her. Biting her lip and snickering, she started to undo his button with one hand.

“Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal.” she finally conceded, leaning down to pin Tulio once again with a kiss.

II.

While she certainly wasn’t thrilled about the plan, Chel kept her word. That night, she headed towards the temple grounds. The gates were completely devoid of priestesses of any kind, so Chel was left simply to wander.

“Hello?” she called out. The sun was going down, and darkness was slowly beginning to swallow these ritualistic grounds. It made the whole place feel… a bit eerie. “Is anyone there? Itzel?”

Just then, Chel could have sworn she heard something. She whipped around, trying to keep an eye on all directions, slowly backing towards one of the stone brick walls.

Before she could call out again, she yelped as a torch suddenly burst alight in front of her, the familiar marked face of Priestess Itzel before her.

“Chel. We’re so glad you made it.”

She had a strange tone to her voice. She always sounded so emotionless. Not quite unpleasant, as her voice still had a beautiful quality to it. But certainly devoid of expression.

Chel cocked a brow at that. “We?”

One by one, torches began to light all around the temple grounds, illuminating the priestesses that surrounded Chel. All around her, over a dozen priestesses filled the temple grounds. And like Itzel, all covered in trinkets and markings, but completely naked.

Chel felt her cheeks flushed, already uncomfortable.

I knew this was a bad idea! They’re so weird!

Seeing that Chel seemed unwilling to speak, Itzel stepped forward, holding her chin gently. “Your name is beautiful, Chel. Do you know that you are named after a goddess? Ixchel. A beautiful goddess of fertility and femininity.”

Chel forced an awkward smile. “No kidding? Wow, that’s… really something.” she remarked, feigning interest.

Chel had expected the priestess to continue on the subject, but she seemed to leave it there, simply smiling. “You should feel a great pride. The gods have chosen to allow you to accompany them to Xibalba. And not just that, one wishes to take you as his lover. How exciting.”

Chel just nodded. “Mhm.” She was only half-listening, still glancing around and trying to count just how many naked women were here.

What are they all doing here? Do they seriously just follow this crazy lady around wherever she goes?

“Unfortunately, as I’m sure you know, us mere mortals were not made to survive such a journey. The only glimpse we get of the underworld is when our time comes to offer our souls to it.”

As she spoke, she began to slowly walk, pacing around Chel. Chel traced her every step with her eyes, immediately feeling tense.

“In order to hope to survive such a voyage, you will need energy. Far more than an average human possesses. And far more than your pathetic body can sustain.” she remarked, reaching out and pinching the slight bit of pudge on Chel’s stomach.

Immediately, her face went red with heat, and she slapped Itzel’s hand away. “H-Hey! What the hell does that mean?” she barked with frustration.

Itzel could tell this wasn’t going to be easy to explain. So instead, she decided to simply cut to the chase. With a snap of her fingers, grand stone doors of one of the temples slowly pushed open. Chel could barely believe her eyes as no less than twenty more naked women poured through the doorway.

But, much more than that, she couldn’t believe what they carried.

Solid gold trays and platters were adorned with an outright decadent abundance of steaming fresh food. Not just any food, either. Foods that the rest of the world wouldn’t taste for centuries. Only in the city of El Dorado were such exquisite treats found in all the world. Cheeseburgers. Pizza. Fried chicken. Chocolate cake. Doughnuts.

Even as someone who had lived in the city herself, Chel thought some of these foods looked utterly alien. Only a handful in El Dorado were lucky enough to try such strange cuisines for themselves.

Slowly, the massive banquet began to fill the table that lay in the center of the temple grounds. Tray by tray, the table began to disappear beneath the wealth of foods.

Before a word could leave her lips, Chel felt the barrage of aromas crash into her senses. It was overwhelming. Her lips twitched as she felt her mouth begin to water and her stomach growl. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen in her life. She couldn’t even remember the last time gold looked so tempting before her.

“W–... What is all this?” she stammered in disbelief. Itzel merely gestured towards the table.

“For you. If you are to become the lover of a god, you must acquaint yourself with such luxuries.” she said simply.

For… me?

Chel was speechless. She felt a shiver of excitement pass through her. Finally, some proper treatment from these freaks.

For the first time, she didn’t even fret as the priestesses approached, holding her arms and leading her towards the table. In fact, she even nibbled her lip with anticipation as she took a seat.

Itzel smiled to see Chel so eager to begin. She raised a hand towards the banquet. “Please, help yours–”

Before she could finish, the invitation was interrupted by the sound of ravenous chewing. Chel had already reached towards her first helpings and started digging in.

She stuffed baked potatoes into her mouth, drooling at the cheese, spices, and butter that adorned it as it all melted onto her tongue at once. She grabbed one of the hefty cheeseburgers and opened her mouth wide around it, juices spurting against her plump lips as she bit down and tore through it with overzealous mouthfuls.

Itzel was almost surprised she even bothered with the golden cutlery to cut herself a slice of cake. She half-expected the greedy girl to go in with bare hands. As it turned out, the sexy spitfire that the gods had set their eyes on wasn’t quite as ladylike as Itzel had thought once temptation was set before her.

Itzel smiled.

Meanwhile, Chel practically forgot about her legion of naked onlookers watching her devour what she had piled on her plate. She almost seemed to be in a world of her own as she acquainted herself with all these new tastes and flavours.

Is this really what it meant to be a god’s lover? She could get used to this!

It was strange. Most of the food had a certain quality she’d never experienced before. A certain texture.

Little did she know, that texture was something few in the world had ever experienced. The buttery, greasiness of fried food. As with many of its treasures, El Dorado hid it from the rest of the world. Chel was indulging in a delicacy that the rest of the world would not know for centuries. But of course, that thought didn’t cross her mind. Chel was far too concerned with how to stuff more of it in her mouth.

The priestesses murmured to one another as Chel gorged. She filled her mouth with grease-dripping burgers, cheese-stringed pizza, and hefty fried wings covered in spicy sauce. At a certain point, her mouth was full, and she could tell she was having a hard time swallowing. She made a muffled whine as she realized the limitation of her own greed, but before her grease-covered hands could even reach the table to get herself up, the priestesses seemed to swarm her.

She yelped in surprise as she felt the cold metal of a golden pitcher pressed to her messy lips. She felt the need to take a deep breath, and not to mention let out a burp that felt like it was boiling in her stomach, but it had to wait. She swallowed down gulp after gulp of the sweetest wine she’d ever tasted as the pitcher was slowly tipped.

After what felt like an hour of holding her breath, the pitcher finally fell away from her, seemingly emptied, and Chel’s breath caught in her throat before she could even take in air.

“UUUOOORP!”

Chel’s face went red as the loud belch escaped her. She quickly covered her mouth, not realizing that she just smeared even more grease across her mouth. She could barely believe it. She’d never burped like that before.

Itzel let a chuckle leave her as she walked behind Chel, delicately pulling her hands through Chel’s long hair. Chel stiffened slightly, not sure how to feel about the woman’s breasts resting heavily on her head.

“Do not be ashamed, sweet Chel. That is a good sign. Your first step towards your body being able to endure a connection to Xibalba.” the priestess whispered to her.

Despite such soothing words, Chel was unnerved. She looked down, finally noticing the swell of her stomach. A bloated curve now bulged from her midsection. Visual evidence of the overpacked, churning contents inside.

There’s… no way I ate that much!

Shakily, she put her hands to her stomach, as if hoping it were just an illusion of the night. But no, she could feel it. Tight and heavy, the only slight bit of give being from the gallon of wine that now sloshed around inside her.

Chel took a deep breath, trying to let the heaviness inside her settle.

I’ll be running around the whole city to burn this off, she mourned.

As it turned out, maybe too much of a good thing really existed afterall. Chel huffed, and slowly got up from the table.

“Well, that was–Uuorp!–delicious, but I think I’ll have to tap out.” Chel said with a chuckle, hoping she could just laugh off the display of gluttony they’d just watched.

She jumped slightly as she felt hands on her arms. Despite her resistance, she was slowly settled back down at the table.

Before she could speak, priestesses leaned across the table to unlid more of the plates, presenting a fresh feast before her.

“Oh, Chel. Please, sit. And enjoy. The second course has just begun.

Chel was speechless.

Second course?

Were they truly crazy afterall? Who in their right mind could eat that much? Even at a feast!

“Oh, I-I… I really can’t–”

Chel yelped as her words were interrupted by Itzel leaning over her shoulder. Chel scoffed in annoyance as Itzel’s tits pressed against the side of her face, but she was even more uncomfortable as the woman reached down and rubbed her aching belly, as if someone fawning over a pregnant mother.

“The gods seem eager to have you with them in Xibalba. Your body will need to be capable if you do not wish to disappoint the gods.” she whispered in Chel’s ear.

Chel stiffened. There was something so… strange about her voice. It was so cold, and yet melodic. It almost seemed to lower her defenses.

Chel gave an awkward, nervous laugh.

“W-Well… hah… wouldn’t want to disappoint the gods.” she replied half-jokingly, raising up one of the large fried drumsticks in a half-assed “cheers” motion, before scrunching her nose in nausea at the thought of having to swallow down more of the food. But, with a deep breath, she dug in.

As Chel felt on the verge of throwing up, much to her displeasure, she watched as the priestesses began to sit down and join her at the table one by one. Trying to choke down the food in her mouth, she was unable to argue as another pitcher found its way to her lips, her eyes rolling from the fullness as sweet wine began to pour down her throat once more in large gulps.

As the pitcher was drawn away, she wasn’t even able to gasp for air before the priestesses beside her leaned towards her, reaching down and rubbing her belly.

“H-Hey, what are you–BRRUUOORRRP!–ngah!” The complaint died away as soon as it was replaced by a violent belch that burst from Chel’s mouth. She doubled over, groaning. It felt as though it had been forced from her by the hands that explored her belly.

“S-Stop touching m–hnnf!”

Immediately, Chel’s face went crimson. As the girls’ hands touched her stomach and rubbed across the tight skin, she had to push her legs tightly together. She bit her lip as she tried to muffle the moan of pleasure.

Why does this feel so stimulating?! It feels like these creeps are worshipping my… belly!

Even the thought made her shudder with disgust. What was wrong with these girls?

“Eat, sweet Chel.” one of the girls urged, bringing another heavy cheeseburger to her lips, practically ready to feed it to her.

Chel looked at her with disgust. And then, she heard Itzel speak.

“Chel, you must eat.” she said gently.

Chel shuddered. A chill passed through her spine. She had said nearly the same thing as the other woman, and yet, when she said it, Chel felt so compelled to listen.

After all… after the gas they’d pushed out of her, Chel had a little room left. She could go along with this a bit longer.

Reaching forward with a groan, she took the burger from the priestess’ hands, and tore into it. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to gorge herself while naked women’s hands groped her belly, but whatever would get her out of this faster was worth it.

More and more seemed to be passed along the table until it was right in front of her. Her plate looked overfilled all over again. But this time, she wasn’t excited about it in the slightest. The sight made her feel sick. And yet, she continued to stuff it down her throat, barely even taking the time to taste any of it, more worried about getting as much of the fattening, greasy food down her gullet as she could before the priestesses worked another violent burp up from her churning gut.

After the plate was emptied, she tried to reach forward for more, but anything that wasn’t within arm’s reach felt like an impossible task.

Slowly, she got up from her seat. She’d have to eat standing. It was getting too painful to lean over her stomach for each plate, and every bite was making her feel heavier and heavier when she sat.

Plus, if she ate standing, it would be like exercise, right? Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad for her figure if she stayed standing.

Those were the lies she told herself as she crammed another mouthful of junkfood between her stained lips, grease and butter dripping from her chin as she began to sweat from the exertion.

From time to time, she’d cradle her stomach with one hand to try and ease the pain, hardly realizing as she left a fresh handprint of grease or sauce each time from her sticky fingers.

As time went on, the whole ordeal began to feel more like a ritual than a meal. Chel’s bubbling stomach pushed to its limits, slowly covered in more and more mess until her body looked almost as marked as the priestesses’, only with sauce and butter in place of paint. And as if that weren’t bad enough, the priestesses stood up with her, surrounding her in some circle of gawking eyes, all of them pressing their naked bodies against her.

Even though they were the ones without clothes, Chel felt so exposed. Their skin pressed against hers and she could feel her sweat sticking to them. She could feel their bodyheat mixing with hers and making her feel even warmer. Her breaths became ragged after each bite. She felt like she’d pass out.

As she shakily reached out for another fried doughnut to stuff into her icing-covered mouth, her legs buckled, and she fell against the table to hold herself up.

She felt… so heavy. She gasped and burped in agony, and as she looked down, she was horrified to see how her stomach jostled and swayed below her, bubbling and hanging from gravity at the angle she was bent over.

She looked up, ready to plead once again for the feast to end, only to see that the priestesses had taken her bent posture as an invitation to help her themselves.

Trying to voice her resistance only gave them an open mouth to work with. Before she could close her lips, she felt doughnuts and fried pastries pushed into her mouth. Her teeth bit into more puffy dough, and her lips were caked in more frosting. Her tongue was drowned in the indulgent tastes of sugar and grease. She moaned, unable to get a word out as the priestesses crowded around her like foxes to a hen, their hands filled with whatever fattening foods they could get their grasp on. And those that weren’t were knelt below her, massaging and groping the hanging gut that filled tighter and tighter with each mouthful.

She felt like she would burst. Her stomach felt like a balloon. She could feel it pushing against her other organs, packing them aside to make room for its sheer size. The skin of her belly was stretched taut, and the fresh stretch marks across her hips seemed to lead the eye down the sides of her stomach just to see how heavily gravity pulled it earthward below her. All she could do was stand there, leaned forward and holding the table, legs shaking and gut swaying as it bubbled and churned ominously. Only the sound of Chel’s laboured moaning seemed to distract from the dangerous noises her midsection made.

While Chel let the pained burps pop from her lips one by one, Itzel cheerfully stepped beside her, placing a hand on the side of Chel’s hanging gut.

Chel’s cheeks puffed and her eyes went wide. For a moment, she thought even the gentle touch might be enough to make her stomach burst.

“BRUUUORRP–nngh….” she groaned as sticky drool strung between her plump lips.

Itzel gently rubbed the taut skin with her thumb. “Excellently done. If the gods are to leave soon, we will have much work to do. You will come here every night from now on.” she ordered simply.

And with that, the priestesses apparently seemed to decide their work was done. They picked up the emptied trays and plates from the table, and within moments, the beautiful priestesses returned through the temple doors where they had come. The stone entrance slowly drew shut with a loud thud, and before she knew it, Chel was left alone on the temple grounds, illuminated by the flickering torches, moaning and gasping as she cradled her hanging belly desperately, her knees feeling ready to give out beneath her.

“Hnnnnfh…”

III.

As the two false gods left the Chief’s home, they could hear him still howling with laughter at their banter. Ever since they’d helped get rid of Tetzel-Kan, the Chief had been much more receptive and friendly towards the two. Not that he was particularly unpleasant prior.

“Oh, come on, Tulio. You can’t pretend like you don’t love it here! You’re really saying you can’t imagine staying?”

“Staying? Miguel, buddy, you’re forgetting the plan. It’s great here, but once Chel finds the rest of that gold, we’re heading right back to Spain to cash in, remember?”

Miguel sighed. It seemed there was no convincing Tulio. But, he had to look on the bright side. With that much gold, maybe they could buy a ship to visit whenever they wanted!

But, that got him thinking…

“Ehm, Tulio? Where is Chel? I haven’t seen her for five days now.”

“You don’t have any idea where she’s been?!” Tulio scoffed. “I thought you’ve been touring the city all week!”

“You never told me to look! How am I supposed to know? Besides, she’s your lover, remember?” Miguel teased with a smirk and an elbow to Tulio’s side.

Tulio smacked his arm away, huffing. “Would you stop that?! Besides, that’s just for… the… the plan.” he reminded Miguel, rather unconvincingly.

Miguel just rolled his eyes. “Mhm. Tell that to the ship builder who slipped on the deck the other day.”

Tulio flushed, and raised a finger to argue, but Miguel was already snickering and walking away before Tulio could even formulate a proper comeback.

However, Miguel didn’t get far, as he felt the road begin to tremble beneath his feet.

The two looked at eachother, before glancing down the street as they heard the gasps of citizens all around them.

With each waddling step she took, the ground seemed to shake ever slightly. She gasped and moaned lewdly from the sheer exertion, sweat pouring down her in enough rivulets to make her look completely soaked and sticky, even her long hair sticking to her back. The sexy waist and chest wraps that she wore now squeezed her body laughably like little more than rubberbands, letting far too much spill out to be considered proper clothing. In all honesty, they looked ready to snap with every step she managed to take.

She was easily over four hundred pounds now. Possibly over five hundred with how taxing walking seemed to be for her. It was difficult for the two to tell. They were both so utterly shocked by the sight of her that they could barely think.

Before she could even reach them, Chel’s foot caught a loose tile on the road, and she gave a breathless yelp as her quarter-ton body began to lurch forward, her fat arms waving frantically as blubber hurdled forward beyond her control.

The two tried to leap to action, catching as much of her as they could. In an instant, the two were buried in more sweaty brown blubber than they could hold, their legs shaking to hold her up.

“Go left!”

“Yes, I know!”

The two struggled to try and slowly lift her back up, both of them gasping for air by the time they got Chel’s chubby feet under her properly.

The two were exhausted, but neither of them were breathing half as heavily as the landwhale that Chel had become.

Once she finally caught her breath, she let out a whining cry.

“LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO ME!!” she screamed, people stopping in the streets to see the scene. Her face was red as she realized all the attention she just drew.

Tulio tried to calm her down, putting a hand to her sticky back and hushing her.

“J-Just… calm down. What happened, Chel? What did they–... er… do to you?”

Miguel poked a finger against the massive ball of dough of a belly that hung over her tiny waistcloth. “Kept her fairly well-fed, it seems.”

The other two glared at him, and he shrunk back a bit.

Chel huffed, trying to take enough deep breaths to have the wind to speak. “They’ve been forcing me to eat non-stop at the temple grounds! They… huff… they said I need to be ‘ready for the gods to bring me to Xibalba’!”

Tulio raised a brow. “And the only way to do that is for them to turn you into a hippo?!”

Chel’s face went cherry-red, and she glowered at him, her chubby hands clenching into tight fists. Usually when she was mad, she’d put a hand on her hip, but Tulio wasn’t even sure if she could at this point.

Tulio shook his hands desperately to dismiss the thought. “S-Sorry! Not what I meant, I just– Miguel, let’s get her up to our room at the top of the temple so she can lay down.”

Miguel’s face dropped to a look of dread, and he quietly mouthed the word “what”. Trying to get Chel up that many steps seemed like a suicide mission with her at this size, but Tulio just shoved him along by the shoulder.

“Come on, let’s see that ‘godly strength’ of yours.” he snapped at him as he led Miguel over to Chel. The two tried to put their arms around as much of her as they could, and apprehensively, they began the ascent.

Saying the journey was difficult was an understatement comparable to calling the discovery of the new world a “secret trade route”.

By the time they reached the top, they all gasped for air like dying beasts in a desert. Miguel and Tulio fell to their knees, and Chel whined as she began to roll forward, her useless limbs wriggling desperately for something to hold onto as she rolled across the tile floors, before simply collapsing to catch her breath, beached on her back.

After a wordless five minutes passed, Tulio struggled to get to his feet, and helped up Miguel. He leaned into his ear as Miguel stood up.

“We need to talk to Chel. She’s gonna take some serious convincing.” he whispered.

Miguel sighed. “Can’t we just… take a nap first? I feel like I can barely stand….”

Tulio looked at him unamused. “Not if you want to be swimming in gold by next week, no.” he snapped.

Miguel opened his mouth to argue, but simply huffed. Slowly, the two came over to Chel’s side.

Finally, they took a moment to really inspect the damages on Chel’s body. Blubber widened her figure considerably. Her hips and waist had ballooned outward, and her stomach now pinned her down wherever she laid. Her face now had a rounded fatness to it, and she was well past the point of developing a double-chin, working on her third. In fact, the only part of her that seemed less affected than they would have thought was her breasts. She still had a distinctive pear shape to her, even at this size.

Slowly, the two hoisted her up, and carried her with shaking legs towards the pile of cushions in the room.

“Left! LEFT!” Tulio cried out before Miguel stepped on one of the pillows. In that instant, as Miguel tripped, the two were sent straight into the cushions. The fall was soft, but as they looked up, they watched Chel’s body eclipsing them, and she screamed as she crashed down on top of them.

The two weren’t sure if they blacked out, their senses pouring back in slowly as they realized they were pinned under five hundred pounds of Chel. Opening their mouths let them taste nothing but sweat, so they had to hold their breath as they pulled their heads free, gasping for air.

Chel moaned, stuck on her ass with her fat legs spread apart to let her heavy belly finally hang between them and rest. With embarrassment, she looked around her. Trying desperately to see around her belly, she could see Tulio in front of her, trapped beneath her bulk, and with a strained effort to look behind her, she could see Miguel under her ass.

She couldn’t believe it. She felt like such a whale. How was she supposed to live like this?

She felt a sob bubble up in her throat. With gasping breaths, she began to cry. “I… I’m sorry…. They’ve made me so disgusting!” she cried out.

After a moment of breathless sobs, Chel felt Tulio reach towards her, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Sniffling, she opened her eyes.

Reaching as best he could, Tulio tried to use his shirt to wipe some of the sweat off her face as well, but he realized it came back as quickly as he could wipe it off, and decided to give up on the futile effort.

“Chel… no one thinks of you like that.” Tulio gently consoled her.

Miguel nodded along. “You’re still the most beautiful sight in the city, Chel. Even like this.”

Chel felt her cheeks warm. Seriously? Even like this? Yeah, sure.

She wasn’t about to believe lies like that. They were just trying to make her feel b–

Chel stiffened a bit as she felt something below her. With a bit of effort, she moved her weight around a bit, hearing both of the two “gods” beneath her stifle a yelp.

They were both hard as a rock under her. No wonder they weren’t even trying to get out from under her. As embarrassed as she was, even Chel couldn’t help but feel her ego spark.

“You still want me even like this? You guys are that desperate for me?” she remarked with a snort.

They both shot her glares, a bit offended.

“You’ve been swaying your hips and half-clothed ever since we got here. Sue us.” Tulio shot back.

“Yeah, you can hardly blame us!” Miguel defended himself.

Chel was flushed. Maybe they weren’t just trying to be nice…

She took a deep breath. It wouldn’t be easy, but at this size, she could ride them both at once. She bit her lip at the indulgent thought.

“Undo my waistwrap.” she blurted out without thinking.

The two’s faces went bright red. “W-What?” they both stammered. Chel cleared her throat, and said it in a more flirtatious tone instead.

“Undo my waistwrap. It’s so tight~...”

Tulio hesitated for a moment, but Miguel did as he was told right away, starting to try and undo the wrappings despite how tight and damp with sweat they were. It wasn’t easy, but the two got it untied, and somehow her hips seemed to spill out even wider once it was pried off of her figure.

Miguel tossed it aside, and slowly, Chel smiled as she settled her weight down.

“Now, I wish only to please the gods….” she purred as she settled on top of them.

They both went absolutely speechless. That tone… it hardly sounded like her voice. It sounded calm and monotone. Almost like the words spilled from her without her knowledge.

Perhaps it was unwise not to question her strange behavior. Maybe they would have questioned her about it, had it not been far too late for their reasoning to come to the forefront. Both of them were already in ecstasy as she dropped her weight down on them both, letting the gods fill her as they wished.

IV.

The next night, Chel slowly waddled towards the temple grounds. It wasn’t easy, and she was already coated in sweat by the time her feet reached the temples, but she’d had enough. She’d undergone their preparations. She would demand that they show her the vault at long last.

“Itzel! Huff… Itzel, come out here! I demand to– huff… to see the vault! I’m worthy!” she cried out, her cheeks jiggling as she looked around frantically for her. She felt like a wrapped ham with how tight her wrappings felt. It had taken both Miguel and Tulio’s efforts combined just to get her clothes back on after they’d… shared that afternoon together. And the night. And the following morning.

She was ashamed. She couldn’t even dress herself anymore. But… at least it was nice having her “gods” to dress her.

“That is not for you to decide.”

The voice caught her off guard, and she nearly lost her balance as she spun around to face Priestess Itzel.

“Oh don’t give me that! Look at me! I’m plenty worthy! I don’t see any of you looking like this!” she snapped, gasping for air as she gestured to her ruined figure.

Itzel, however, noticed as Chel’s gaze lingered on the impressive bust of all the priestesses. Hers especially.

Itzel had indeed found it rather amusing. No matter how much Chel ballooned, her breasts never seemed to catch up with the rest of her.

“I see now. You are envious. Such a sign of fertility is something you long for, isn’t it?” Itzel prodded, seeming to sway her breasts in taunt before Chel.

Chel’s face went red and she scowled. Though, truth be told, she had felt rather jealous with how the two had gawked at them when they saw her. Chel didn’t know how to feel about having such an unimpressive bust compared to all the priestesses here. How were they all so lucky?!

“It is a gift.” Itzel answered, as if reading Chel’s thoughts.

“W-What?”

“A gift from Ixchel. The goddess you are named after. Perhaps, if you truly are worthy, she will present it to you tonight, too.”

Chel was shocked. A gift?

“Y-You mean just… make them bigger? Like, what, with magic?” Chel snorted at the silly thought.

“With a blessing.” Itzel responded, completely serious.

Chel’s mirth died into disbelief once more. This lady really is crazy….

However, without warning, Chel gasped as she felt priestesses seize her wrists, and lift her fat arms over her head.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re–”

Chel couldn’t even voice her complaint before ropes were tied around her wrists, and she was brought towards the center of the temple grounds.

“No! No more of this! I’ve had enough, you psychos!” she snapped and shrieked.

Itzel’s face didn’t change in the slightest. “You claim you are ready, so prove it. Gorge until you are ready for her gift. If Ixchel blesses you, then you truly are ready to see inside the vault.”

The priestesses ignored Chel’s cries as they brought her upon a raised platform. It looked to be one of the altars used for sacrifices, but slightly modified. Her wrists were tied to a long pole overhead to keep her arms immobilized. As she took her place at the center of the altar, she realized there were no tiles to stand on directly under her, so she had to spread her legs slightly and widen her stance just to be able to find footing.

Itzel approached the altar, hands poised behind her, breasts stuck out mockingly, and a small smirk playing at her lips.

“Behold, Chel. Your final night of feasting. After tonight, you will be ready for Xibalba. And if not, then…”

The way her words trailed made Chel’s heart drop, and she swallowed nervously.

“The gods you lay with have deemed you worthy. But even gods may be clouded in judgement. Let us see what the denizens of Xibalba deem you.”

Once more, she snapped her fingers. It was enough on its own to make Chel’s stomach turn, because she knew what it meant. Dozens of naked priestesses poured from the temple, and in their hands, golden trays and plates of all sizes. Even with their lids on, Chel could smell the unending aromas.

And even worse, their deliveries of gluttonous proportions never seemed to end. The table was filled from end to end, and then they began simply leaving the trays around the altar where Chel stood.

She looked in horror at it all, before giving out a pained laugh.

“H-Hah! Yeah, right! No one could ever eat that much! Even with how enormous you’ve made me!” she spat, feeling ashamed that she had to take her size into account.

Itzel merely smiled. “Oh, Chel. I assure you, there is more than one way to stuff a pig.” she purred, the slightest bit of amusement finally coming to her cold voice at last.

Before Chel could ask what she meant, the first of the priestesses stepped forward. They unveiled trays of food. Chocolate fudge cake. Blueberry pie. Fried doughnuts. Spicy fried chicken. Greasy cheeseburgers. Cheesy pizzas. Fried dumplings. Packed burritos. Chili-covered hotdogs.

All of the horrifically gluttonous foods they’d packed into her body all week, but with the portions scaled up to nauseating degrees. She tried to keep her lips sealed as the women approached her. She whined and threw her head from side to side, before finally, their hands held her cheeks and opened her mouth.

Over the week, the girls had developed a strategy for how to stuff Chel most efficiently. Before any food touched her lips, they poured two gallons of the sweet wine down her throat. Chel could feel it slowing her thoughts and her movements, whimpering as her eyes rolled from the delicious taste.

Trays flowed towards her like tides. The priestesses did not let a single minute go to waste, food constantly passing from hand to hand on its way to the opened maw of Chel.

All she could do was obey. Eat and eat. Even if she wanted to back out now and give up on the vault, she doubted the priestesses would listen to her pleas. Not for lack of trying, though. Between mouthfuls, she tried to choke out muffled cries for mercy. But the women were relentless, only giving smirks and wicked smiles as her eyes filled with fear at how much greasy, fattening food they carried towards her.

Minutes ticked by. Then an hour. Slowly, the desperate pleas began to wash away into the sounds of overstuffed gurgling and groaning. Chel couldn’t keep up. It was too much, just like she knew it was. She could hear her body reaching its limits, and with it, her clothes as well. Threads were stretching and straining against the sweating hippo they clung to like wrapping paper.

She wasn’t sure exactly how much she’d eaten, but she was certain it was nearly double she had forced down on any prior feast. She felt so much heavier. So lethargic. She could barely even wiggle her fingers, regardless of the restraints around her wrists.

She didn’t realize how bad the gas was swelling in her belly until the priestesses’ merciless feeding ceased for a brief moment. Her cheeks puffed as soon as food wasn’t crammed inside them.

Despite trying to hold it in, she nearly choked as a rumble bubbled up from her chest.

“UURROOUUURRRP!!” she belched, gasping as the sheer force of it left her moaning and breathless, her hands shaking against her bindings.

But the torment wasn’t over. All it took was one deep breath for her churning, burning belly to bloat with gas. She heard threads straining. Then popping.

SHRRRRIIPP!!

She squealed as she felt herself burst from her waistwrap. Even though the tie seemed tight enough to hold, the fabric had its limits, and so many threads had split that it couldn’t hold onto her doughy hips and ballooned ass any longer.

As she gasped for air, she was only vaguely aware of Itzel’s smile at her.

“Finally. Now the next step can begin.” she uttered in delight.

Chel’s heart sank. What did that mean?

Worst case scenarios began to fill Chel’s head as the priestesses began filling their hands with the biggest, greasiest foods they could get their grasp on. She whimpered, wondering how they intended to get all that down her throat.

But as if to confirm her worries, she watched as two large, solid gold plugs were carried ceremoniously towards her. The priestesses who carried them smiled at her as she whimpered with panic.

She tried desperately to swallow so that she could get a word out.

“Mmnph! What are–” was all she managed before a burp bubbled up.

“Your body is a vessel for the gods’ desires. Such was what you volunteered for. It belongs to them now.” Itzel announced with no amusement. However, her lips slowly curled into a smile. “That means every end of it.”

With muffled whimpers past a mouthful of buttery food that she couldn’t swallow, Chel felt them grab her legs, holding them spread as the first of the priestesses stepped forward.

Slowly, she felt warm, greasy food pushed against her fat ass. Her face was bright red. She was so humiliated to be on full display like this. At least the priestesses got to walk around with alluring bodies. She felt like a hog on display.

No, she was far fatter than any hog now. That would be an insult to swine everywhere.

Perhaps the worst part was not being able to see past herself. Not seeing what was being stuffed inside her. There was no way she could see anything below her. Not past… all of her in the way.

Her eyes rolled and she squealed as she felt a hefty amount of grease-covered junkfood stuffed against her tight asshole. Then, to force it in, she gasped as she felt the warm metal of the golden plug slowly push against it all. Her legs buckled, and she whined as she felt it push inside her.

It disgusted her. Feeling even more stuffed inside her from the wrong end. Surely no god wanted this fate for her.

Then, the next stepped forward. Spreading her legs anew, a priestess reached a gentle finger up, and Chel squirmed as she felt the soft touch against the bloated, fat lips of her pussy. She squealed as she tried to close her legs, before Itzel’s voice pierced her mind.

“You wish to please the gods, don’t you~?” her voice urged softly.

At that moment, Chel’s panic began to evaporate. Her breathing calmed for a second. And slowly, she shakily spread her legs, inviting whatever punishment the priestesses had in store for her.

“Mmnfh… Mnn… w-wish to please the godsh…” she forced out with a mouthful still puffing her cheeks.

Itzel simply smiled, before slowly approaching the altar.

She gently slid her delicate fingers up Chel’s blubbery, thick legs. She paid no heed to the sweat they were covered in, as it didn’t bother her much. Chel shivered at the sensation. Her touch was just as soothing as her voice. Perhaps more so. Her body seemed to melt at the sensation of the slow, sliding brushes of her fingers.

Chel didn’t even realize as her pussy began to swell and drip with excitement. Her body began to heat up and grow warmer, and her panting became quicker and quicker.

“Good girl... Now, let me show you what luxuries the gods will give you, you greedy thing~...” Itzel purred to her.

Chel’s eyes rolled as the priestesses swarmed her. It was overwhelming.

Naked bodies pressed against her sweating body constantly. Some fed her, keeping her mouth full and rendering her unable to speak. Some now constantly pushed food against her enormous ass, spreading it and using the golden plug to stuff it in further and further. Some did the same to her swollen pussy, packing greasy foods inside her and using the plug to keep it stuffed inside until she could barely breathe, on the verge of a climax.

And some, like Itzel, busied themselves with keeping her in that mindless state. Groping her. Squeezing her. Massaging her bloated belly as it rumbled and churned ominously. Some gently massaging the sticky lips of her pussy as excitement poured from her like a ripe fruit. And Itzel even kneeled below her, spreading Chel’s pussy and using her tongue to stimulate her, forcing her to cum again and again as the priestesses made sure to keep her filled. From every. Single. End.

An hour passed, and the temple grounds were a chaotic sight. Plates and trays thrown across the tiles. Exhausted, naked priestesses covered in Chel’s sweat were strewn across the altar. And atop it all, the tiles cracked beneath her feet, was Chel.

She was an utterly unrecognizable sight now. A bloated balloon of a girl who one could barely see a face if they approached the altar. Her gasping head and fat cheeks were far behind the rotund orb of a half-ton gut that swayed in front of her, creaking and groaning at its limit.

Her legs were spread wide, shaking with the effort it took to even hold a fraction of her weight up, the rest suspended by her creaking binds holding up her arms.

When she wasn’t moaning, she was burping. And in the brief instances she wasn’t doing either, she was trying to gasp for what little air could fill her cramped lungs.

Her skin was taut, and bright red. Either from how stretched it was, or from the sheer heat of her body, she wasn’t sure.

Even Itzel was exhausted. She took a long moment to catch her breath, before wiping the sweat and Chel’s excitement from her face.

Standing up, she sauntered over to the immobile prisoner, and smiled.

“Well, a promise is a promise. After all this, you deserve a chance to prove yourself.” she declared at last.

Chel almost couldn’t hear her with how clouded her thoughts were. But once the dots connected, she tried to speak.

“What d–BRUUUOORRRRP!!–do you mean?” she forced out with a gasp.

Without a word, Itzel answered by presenting a small golden idol before her. It was in the shape of a rounded woman with large breasts and a motherly smile on her face. “Ixchel’s gift.” she said simply.

Slowly, Itzel placed it on the front of the altar where Chel stood. As she took a step back, she began to chant under her breath.

Suddenly, the priestesses began to quickly pick themselves up off the altar, all of them running to a safe distance away. That only made Chel all the more nervous.

W-What… what is she doing to me?!

Trying fruitlessly to hide, Chel watched as the idol began to slowly shudder and glow as Itzel’s chanting grew louder. The priestess raised her arms slowly, and the idol began to grow brighter and brighter.

Stunned at the sight, Chel didn’t even notice the churning in her stomach growing louder. As she felt her stomach begin to turn, she scrunched her face and groaned.

Instinctively, she tried to reach a hand down to cradle her aching belly, but she still couldn’t move her hands.

Then, she felt a pressure in her chest. She whimpered, trying to look at her breasts. What was going on?

As Itzel chanted faster, the pressure got worse. Or at least, partly. The tautness of her stomach… slowly began to feel relieved.

Her stomach was hot to the touch as it churned and bubbled, as if it were digesting far faster than natural. Chel watched with horror as more fat began to pile onto her figure. She felt her own cheeks growing fatter. Her neck grew thicker and made it harder to look around. Her arms grew heavier and doughier as she held them up. Her thighs began to touch despite how far spread they were. And her hips and belly, as the tightness relieved, grew softer and fatter with each passing second.

But more than anything, what was most noticeable was her chest.

Chel watched with her mouth agape as her breasts slowly swelled in front of her. They began to puff like balloons, but they grew heavier and heavier, almost seeming to pull her forward. Her nipples stiffened, and she could hear skin-tight fabric creak as they bulged against her stretched wrappings.

She bit her lip, whimpering at how sensitive they began to feel. The priestesses watched with awe at her transformation. They could see just how orgasmic it was for Chel as they watched sticky excitement pour from between her spread legs, her fat pussy gushing like a plump fruit with each moan she gave.

Itzel interrupted the chanting to smile. “See? Don’t you wish to please the gods?” she called to the moaning mess of a girl.

Chel, despite her utter lethargicness and inability to move, desperately tried to nod. “Y-Yes! Anything to please the gods!” she cried, her voice dripping with desperation as the notion seemed to be the only thing that her clouded mind could grasp onto.

Itzel looked triumphant, and without wasting any time, continued the chanting.

Chel’s breasts ballooned rapidly. She took sharp, gasping breaths as her wrappings grew tighter and tighter. She bit her lip in an effort to stop drooling on herself, but saliva strung her lips and trickled across her chins towards her cleavage regardless.

With huffing moans, she felt as it all grew tighter. Tighter. Tighter. With a final creak, she felt the wrappings hit their breaking point. Any bigger, and they’d snap.

But not only were her breasts growing… she could feel warm spots over her nipples. They felt so full. But yet the pressure felt like it was… relieving.

She gasped as she realized wet spots were starting to grow along the stretched fabric. Before she could even get a word out, however, the fabric finally snapped.

CRRRRRRIPPP!!

Chel cried out in orgasmic bliss as her tits burst out of the fabric, flopping heavily onto her stomach. Milk sloshed weightily inside them like water balloons as it gushed out, spurting onto the onlooking priestesses, who giggled and opened their mouths, more than happy to be showered in the gift of a goddess.

She could barely breathe from how sensitive they were. How heavy they felt.

How heavy she felt. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.

What… what had happened to her?

The thought filled her with dread as she seemed to snap out of the blissful haze for a moment.

V.

They’d ruined her. Over the course of a week, the naked priestesses of the temple had ruined Chel’s body beyond any hope of repair.

She couldn’t stand. She could barely catch her breath. She truly felt like an immobile, helpless whale. And all for what? More gold? Just to satiate the greed of her and the two “gods”? What had she done? How could this ever be worth all the gold in the world? Being stuck like this, forever.

She felt as the priestesses began to undo her bindings. As soon as her hands were freed, she yelped as her weight began to crash down, but the priestesses caught her, lowering her carefully until she sat down. However, once she was sat, she was completely beached. Chel knew she couldn’t get up off her own ass anymore.

And, only then did her face heat up. She finally felt the deep sensations under her. All this time, she’d been so overstimulated she’d hardly noticed. The golden plugs were both deep inside her, keeping her corked up and stuffed like a pig.

She whimpered, grinding her hips however little they’d move against the floor, though she wasn’t sure if it was in an attempt to get them loose or to give herself another messy orgasmic release to distract herself from the shame.

Itzel put her hands on her hips, looking down at Chel. “Do not act so shamelessly. Ixchel has just given you a gift. Be grateful, you sow.” she scolded.

Chel only whimpered, still trying to get what hedonistic pleasure she could out of all this.

Itzel rolled her eyes and huffed. “Very well. Perhaps it is finally time you saw the vault for yourself.” she decided.

Chel gasped. Of course. The vault. The whole reason she’d gone through… all of this.

She still shuddered in horror to think that she endured all this just for some gold. Now she was certain of it. No amount of gold could ever make this all worth it.

With a snap of her fingers, Itzel assembled the priestesses, and they all surrounded the immobile Chel.

With a groan, Chel felt as her impossibly heavy body was slowly prodded into by dozens of dainty hands. Her blubber pushed and squished against her as she felt herself slowly rolled along the temple grounds.

Chel couldn’t believe it. How humiliating. That this would be how she is moved from place to place from now on. Would Miguel and Tulio even be able to move her? Would they even want to? What if they simply decided to take the gold and run? She wouldn’t blame them. Was she really worth the trouble?

Finally, she felt herself settled before the grand doors of the vault. The golden bricks along the temple were stunning. A glimmering, heavenly sight of utter decadence and wealth. It was almost enough to make Chel change her mind and think that maybe it was worth it. She’d have to see inside first to make that judgement.

“At long last, sweet Chel. The reward you’ve earned. The right to lay eyes upon the vault.”

Chel, despite it all, couldn’t help but be excited to see it for herself. She closed her eyes as the doors opened, and with a deep breath, she took in the sight.

Empty.

The entire vault was a grand, open room of vast emptiness.

Chel twitched. Her heart seemed to freeze in place, and she wasn’t sure if it was rage, confusion, or indigestion boiling inside her.

“W–... Why is it–”

“Empty? It is as the vault has always been.” Itzel said matter-of-factly.

Chel couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Her mind was racing, and the whirl of emotions wouldn’t let her focus on any single one.

“But… you said it held a great treasure…?” she murmured, her voice cracking.

Itzel, at last, smiled. “Oh, it will. I assure you.”

The shock that Chel felt didn’t even have time to settle before they began rolling her inside. The priestesses stopped as she laid in the very center of the open room. At last, her emotions began to fall into place. She grit her teeth with rage, and tears streamed from her eyes.

“WHY IS IT EMPTY?! DO YOU WISH TO ANGER THE GODS?!” Chel roared, able to at least hold that last threat over the priestess.

Itzel looked at her uncaringly. “You mean those false gods?” she spat with contempt.

The wind was immediately stripped from Chel’s sails. She was speechless.

“Yes. The two false gods who fooled our city, intended to steal from us, and took my lover from me. How I’d love to give them the treasure they so deserve.” she declared, her cold voice now filled with a deep, hateful malice.

It didn’t make sense. Her lover?

Finally, after a moment, it clicked. Tetzel-Kan….

Itzel’s hateful glare was replaced by an amused smile as Chel seemed to figure it out. “At last, sweet Chel figures everything out~...” she purred teasingly, the naked priestesses giggling around her.

Chel shook with grief. All of this. Her body, ruined. All for nothing?

“So that’s… what everything was for?” she managed to choke out between sobs. “They took your lover, so you take theirs?!” Chel hissed at her.

Itzel thought for a moment, before shaking her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t lie to you about forming you a connection with Xibalba. With one last ritual, your body will truly be a vessel belonging to the gods.”

Chel’s heart sank. What did that mean?

At last, she began to take notice of the priestesses setting up idols around her. Candles and small golden trinkets in a circle around the vault The beginnings of some sort of ritual.

“W-Wait, what ar–Mnnph!” Chel couldn’t get another word out before one last golden plug was stuffed between her lips. Now she couldn’t even speak. All she could force out was muffled cries around the golden plug.

An unsettling thought crossed her mind, too, as she realized that she was now plugged up from every end. With all the churning in her stomach, now she just felt all the more like a tied up balloon.

Itzel leaned down, interrupting her thoughts with a gentle stroke to her cheek, looking her in the eye once more. She smiled, before gesturing to the priestesses to light the candles. One by one they were lit, and Itzel stood upright, spreading her arms. Once more, she began to chant strange words. Much louder this time. Loud enough for each to echo through the vault.

Chel whimpered, wondering what she could possibly be planning this time. She was confused, however, as priestesses began to open the far door of the vault. Chel could hear the sound of a waterfall rushing as it opened.

She raised a brow.

Is that… the waters to Xibalba?

She never realized how close this temple was to it. Just outside the doors was the path that led to the rushing falls below.

Then, Chel’s blood ran cold. As the chanting grew louder, she watched as the mist of the waters outside began to slowly dance through the open doors. The mists seemed to… coalesce. Gathering into tendrils of faintly-glowing fog. Without warning, they extended towards Chel, and crashed into her.

She gave a muffled cry against the golden cork in her mouth, but as quickly as the pressure had hit her, it was gone, and she took deep breaths through her nose as she looked around, making sure she was okay.

She glanced back up at Itzel, a triumphant look on Chel’s face as Itzel slowly stopped her chanting.

Hah! Looks like your rituals won’t work twice in a row!

But Itzel’s face curled into a wicked smile once again. “Send it… to Xibalba.”

Chel tilted her head, confused. But then, she saw what she meant. Once again, priestesses poured into the vault, carrying all fresh golden trays lined with more food than Chel had eaten in the entire week. She watched with morbid dread as the entire vault seemed to fill with trays piled upon trays. The smells were overwhelming, and Chel thought she would be sick.

But… to her surprise, they began to carry the trays right past her. The priestesses brought them in a line along the stone overlook to the waterfalls outside.

Why would they… send all that food to Xibalba?

The first priestess stepped to the edge. With a practiced, ritualistic motion, she tilted the tray, and let the greasy food slide off into the abyss below.

Chel tried to see past the women to see what was going on. But… she couldn’t figure it out. What were they trying to do?

Then, she felt like something hit her stomach. It put a slight pressure in her belly, and she felt a burp stifled by the cork in her mouth, and she whimpered.

What… was that…?

The next priestess followed suit. More food fell into the abyss below.

Chel whimpered as an even greater pressure seemed to hit her stomach. She looked around, trying to see who had touched her, but no priestess was near her.

Again. Another burp was caught in her throat as the gas couldn’t escape her, and she whined against the plug.

Then… it began to make sense. She watched the priestesses, and the timing was too perfect. Each time they poured the food… she could feel it in her stomach.

She glanced down. The doughiness of her belly… it was getting tighter below her.

Chel screamed against the cork, wriggling her limbs desperately. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real.

Itzel merely watched with delight as Chel struggled.

“And at last, you see. Your connection is complete.” she purred, almost as if congratulating the immobile girl on her accomplishment.

One by one, the priestesses filled the abyss below with all manners of food. And as they did, Chel simply screamed. She tried to cry for mercy. She tried to call Itzel every horrible word she could think of. She tried to call out for Miguel and Tulio.

But slowly, her fate became clear. Her belly began to churn and groan anew as thousands of calories were suddenly dumped into it. Butter, grease, and fat bubbled away inside her. And as gas and hot air built up inside her, all she could do was feel the pressure swell inside her, unable to escape through any corked end.

It was a cruel fate. And one that worked quickly. Within minutes, Chel felt her belly begin to lift her off the temple ground. Despite her struggles, it wasn’t long before her hands and feet couldn’t even reach the ground below. It began to feel like the point of no return. She whimpered helplessly.

Itzel chuckled to herself, slowly walking towards the filling blimp.

“Be careful, priestess.” one of the girls warned her, but Itzel dismissed her with a raised hand.

“Such a brat you are, Chel. You should be grateful for such an honour. No longer leading a life of consequenceless hedonism. Instead, now the vessel of desire, belonging to the gods.” she purred, making it sound like an absolute dream. Slowly, Itzel grabbed Chel’s flailing ankles, and gently spread her fat legs apart as she ballooned.

Itzel couldn’t help but be amused at Chel’s shamelessness. Even now, like this, excitement squirted from the tight plug stuffed inside her. Chel truly was a pig.

Biting her lip, Itzel pushed her mouth to the plump lips of Chel’s wet pussy, and licked teasingly around the golden plug.

A muffled squeal escaped Chel.

Itzel snickered. “Good little pig. At long last, you may please the gods.” she assured her with a soft purr.

Chel whimpered. She tried to cry out. Tried to scream. But no words would come out.

Only this time, she wasn’t trying to cry for help. She wished only to swear her loyalty to the gods. To shout “Anything! Anything to please the gods!”

The next morning, the Chief sent word to Tulio and Miguel to come to the temple grounds at once.

Miguel was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “I don’t get it.” he said mid-yawn. “What’s so important that we need to wake up at the crack of dawn to see?”

Tulio shrugged. “Yeah, I thought we were on the big guy’s good side? Where does he get off trying to–”

The two stopped as they saw the crowd before them. It seemed as if the entire city had gathered around. They all stood in massive throngs around the largest temple at the very end of the grounds.

As the two looked up, they could see cracks running along the walls. Bricks had seemed to be pushed out of place. Truth be told, the entire temple looked ready to fall apart.

“Yeesh. Looks like they haven’t been taking great care of the place since Tetzel-Kan’s been gone, ey Tulio?” Miguel said with a cheeky elbow.

The two chuckled, before the crowds gasped. Something began to bulge through the openings. Something brown and bulbous seemed to be squeezing through. As stone cracked and rumbled, a low churning began to fill the temple grounds.

Then… a woman’s groaning.

The ground shook as the temple’s walls began to fall. The building cracked and split apart at the seams, citizens scouring and fleeing from the site to stay a safe distance away.

As dust cleared, Miguel and Tulio coughed and tried to see through the chaos.

Only… they almost wished they hadn’t.

Their hearts sank as they gazed upon the one responsible for the temple’s destruction. The enormous, corpulent form of Chel, the long black hair atop the small head at the center of the sea of blubber being one of the few distinguishing features to lead the eye through all the fat that poured across the temple’s debris.

Enormous tits spilled across her body, bulging outward and spraying a gush of milk across several onlookers as they sloshed and swayed. Her belly and hips were now little more than endless expanses of brown blubber that seemed to stretch out further than anyone’s eyes could follow. Her ass seemed to press against the entire mountainside behind her, leaning her forward slightly.

It was… an unbelievable sight. Not a single person in the crowd of hundreds said a word.

And amid the silence, a single woman walked through the crowds. The stunned citizens parted around her as Priestess Itzel slowly stepped towards Miguel and Tulio with an elegant stride.

They didn’t even meet her eye, still staring in petrified shock at what they saw before them.

Itzel smiled, hands poised behind her back, as the “gods” gaped at their dear Chel’s monstrous body.

“Shall I instruct the Chief to prepare a second ship, my gods?” she asked slyly.