Palutena and Phosphora the Slob Hog Goddesses (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Palutena and Phosphora (Kid Icarus) Pig Woman TF and Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

WORDS: 8000

Palutena and Phosphora visit Susscrofa Island with the intention of filling in the gap left behind by its previous deity. Little do they know that filling the large space will require them to become obese, gassy pig women.

This story was for an anonymous commissioner.

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           With her Feathery wings outstretched and her long, green hair flowing behind her, Palutena kept her sight focused on the island nation ahead of her. The goddess of light slowed down a bit to ensure her white robes were in pristine condition. Assuring herself that her clothing looked good and that her halo was adequately radiant, she adjusted her grip on her staff as she considered how to best greet the people waiting for her on Susscrofa Island.

           Lost in thought as she wondered why such a large nation lacked a proper deity, Palutena barely managed to dodge the bolt of lightning that sped past her. Following the crackle of blue energy led her eyes towards the long scarf wrapped around the neck of a woman with her golden blonde hair raised up on the sides. Spinning around in midair as if to show off her skimpy top and shorts, the woman turned to show a smug grin on her face.

           “Better look where you’re flying, goddess,” Phosphora teased as crackles of lingers energy leapt between her fingertips.

           “I should say the same about you,” Palutena huffed as she fixed her outfit once more. “Wherever you go, Viridi typically isn’t far. Where is she?”

           “She’ll be coming to check on my progress in a few months,” the lightning woman replied as she gently drifted in the direction of the island. “Said that she didn’t think this kind of task would need the full strength of a goddess. But I guess that will make it extra challenging for you. Especially without your little angel boy accompanying you.”

           Palutena puffed up her cheeks as she glared at Phosphora. “Pit is ensuring that Skyworld is safe during my absence. It means I can put my full attention on helping these people who have been abandoned by their previous gods. Maybe if you watch me, you’ll learn what it means to actually put effort into something.”

           “Heh, we’ll see about that,” Phosphora said before zooming through the sky.

           Getting caught up in the lightning woman’s teasing, Palutena pushed her divine powers to make her rocket towards the island. Though the method of travel was far from the graceful image she wanted to present, it did manage to get her within reach of Phospohra. Unfortunately, she still ended up being the second to land on the shores of the beach. Thankfully before the pair could get into a fight, they were stopped by the sight of the people approaching them.

           “Have no fear mortals,” Palutena announced to the group adorned in surprisingly fine robes. “I am here to provide you with my protection and divine intervention. I am Palutena, the goddess of-“

           “Talking way too much,” Phosphora interrupted. “I’m Phospohra and I was sent by the nature goddess Viridi to provide you with a deity you can actually put your trust into.”

           “You two are divine beings?” asked an old man with a long, grey beard at the head of the group. “Oh, finally. Our prayers have been answered. Please, come this way. We must begin the feast immediately.”

           “Feast?” Phosphora and Palutena asked in unison.

           “Yes, the deity feast,” the elder replied. “Please come with us. It would be a great dishonor to our kingdom to have such powerful women as yourselves go hungry under our watch.”

           The praise from the old man managed to get the divine women to follow. As they walked through the streets of the nearby city, they kept seeing more and more people pop their heads out to look at them. In spite of not having a reigning deity, everyone seemed to be well off, free of plague, and not in any mortal danger.

           “It was only within the last few years that our last goddess parted with us,” the elder explained, answering the unspoken questions. “We have been getting by since then, but we were afraid that it was only a matter of time before things broke down.” Reaching the doors of a massive temple, he stood aside and gestured towards it. “Thankfully, you arrived at the perfect time. Please, enjoy yourselves.”

           As the doors opened up, Palutena and Phosphora were assaulted with a simply divine smell. The source became clear once they stepped through the marble corridor to see a long table covered in a variety of meals. There were various fruits and veggies, but the main focus of the feast was different kinds of meat. Some roasted, others barbequed, and even a few smoked strips that had no doubt taken days to make. While it was all very impressive, especially with the variety of meats, there seemed to be a lack of any pork.

           “You don’t have any hogs around here?” Phosphora asked as she and Palutena took their seats.

           “It’s against our tradition to serve pig,” the elder said as his fingers fiddled with his beard.

           “That’s not a problem,” Palutena said, resting her staff against the nearby wall as she picked up her utensils. “We have more than enough food here as it is. I’m not sure if we can even finish half of it.”

           “Please, enjoy to your heart’s content,” the elder replied, he and a gathering of servers watching with baited breath as the divine women dug in.

           Matching the powerful aroma, the food rewarded the women with a delicious flavor each time their forks dove into something new. Though at first they tried to savor the meal, their pace gradually sped up as they ate more and more. Becoming ignorant to their own eating habits, the pair didn’t notice at first the minor spills on their holy garments. Their minds were too preoccupied with a budding desire to stuff their faces with as much food as possible.

           Palutena was forced to pay attention to the situation once a small UUUUURRRPPP parted her lips. Covering her mouth, she looked down to see the smudges on her robe and the small potbelly she had developed over the course of the feast. Though her face grew red with embarrassment, her attempt to apologize for her rude behavior was interrupted as Phosphora let out a BWOOOOOORRPPP from her own lips.

           “I’m glad to see you enjoying your meal,” the elder commented as he and Palutena eyed Phosphora similarly bloated gut. “Please just a few more bites. It would make the chefs very happy to know that their meals are being enjoyed by goddesses once more.”

           “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can UUURPP eat anymore,” Palutena spoke up.

           “Hmm, giving up OOOUURRRP already?” Phosphora belched out before digging into another plate. “Wouldn’t kill you to put some effort into your work, right?”

           Glaring at Phosphora, Palutena picked up her fork again. “Find, guess I’ll have to give you an UUUURRRPPPP example of what real gratitude looks like,” she said, working through her sense of fullness to ensure a good impression with her new followers.

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            Two weeks after landing on the island, Palutena was taking one of her many strolls through the main town. Each person she passed greeted her with a smile, praise, and a basket of food. While it was all very tempting and she didn’t want to disappoint them, she politely declined as many offerings as possible. This still left her to slow down her pace as she chewed through various breads and smoked meats as she continued her walk. Though it all tasted good, she couldn’t help thinking that her snacking was undoing the hidden purpose of her walk.

           Every few steps, the goddess shuddered as part of her robes clutched onto the front of her chubby belly. Her many attempts to fix her clothing typically came at the cost of spilling something on her chest and further besmirching the cloth that was struggling to keep her heftier bosom in check. Whipping around her hair at the sensation of the in-progress wedgie, she attempted to fix her garments to better obscure her bubble butt. In the process, she once more let her hand linger longer than she intended on the small bump that had begun to grow out from the base of her spine.

           Palutena’s examination of the strange growth stopped once she heard a gurgle emanate from her gut. Dropping the food held in her arms, she began to run as fast as her chubby legs would carry her. With the temple within sight, she had to beg her body to hold on for just a few minutes more. Whizzing by people offering up more food and worship, she gritted her teeth as she sped her way towards the side entrance. Slamming the door open and shutting it tight behind her, she let out an animalistic grunt as she finally released the intense pressure inside of her.

           An unflattering PHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT rippled out from Palutena’s backside; freeing the fabric stuck between her ass cheeks in the process. Any relief the fart provided was undone as a second deluge of gas spurted out with an even stronger odor. In the midst of choking on her own fumes, a few belches managed to roll up her throat. Forced to endure the aftermath of her constant feasting, she could only stand there and wince as she waited for her body to stabilize.

           Following a roaring BWOOOOORRRRRPPP that rolled up the goddess’s throat, her ears picked up the sound of something that sounded like a pig squeal. Confusion overcoming disgust, she swiveled her head back and forth to figure out where the strange noise had come from. Hearing a series of burps and farts nearby that didn’t emanate from her own digestive tract, she finally realized that she wasn’t alone.

           On the opposite side of the room with her arm outstretched to keep her hands pressed against the wall, Phosphora was dealing with her own flatulence ripping out of her pudgy ass cheeks. The threat of her shorts being torn apart was further emphasized with each rippling PHHHHRRRRTTTT that spurted out that sent quakes through her plump potbelly. Further shaking brought about by the lightning woman’s guttural belches resulted in her plump bosom popping out of her top. Too busy dealing with her surplus of gas bubbles, the lightning woman let her fat tits swing free as she tried to deal with her indigestion.

           “UUUURRPP dammit,” Phosphora burped out, seemingly unaware of Palutena as the goddess drew closer. “Why did I have to go on eat that fourth bowl of-“

           A powerful BRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP slapping out of Palutena’s rear ended her attempt at stealth. Spinning around on her heels and shaking her engorged assets in the process, Phosphora looked about ready to attack whatever person had intruded on her private time. Recognizing the green haired women in front of her, Phosphora attempted to let out a sigh of relief, only to choke on the goddess’s lingering gas cloud.

           “Ugh that OINK reeks,” Phosphora called out.

           “That noise,” Palutena said, undisturbed by the leftover fog cloud. “I heard it from you earlier.”

           “What, my UUUUURRPPP gas?” Phosphora asked, looking more than a little annoyed.

           “No, that pig sound. The-OINK!”

           Palutena slapped her hand over her mouth, realizing just how similar it sounded to the one she heard earlier.

           “We need to do something about this gas and OUUUUURRRPPP quick,” Phosphora said, waving the gas away with one hand while the other stuffed her boobs back into her top. “All this feasting is making us delirious.”

           “I’ve tried telling the islanders to hold back on their BWWOOOORRRRP feasts, but they keep insisting on it,” Palutena replied. “We’ll just to have to endure it while we stay here.”

           “I wish Viridi would hurry her ass up and get UUUURPP here, before my ass gets any bigger,” Phosphora whined as she showed off her large rear.

           Both women paused as Phosphora’s demonstration brought their attention to a bump similar to the one placed above Palutena’s rear. Looking back and forth between the growths, an unspoken theory was shared between them. As much as they wanted to deny what might be happening to their bodies, the earlier, animalistic outbursts made it harder to ignore. Before they could come to a dire realization, they were interrupted by the front door of the temple creaking open.

           “Ah good, you’re both here,” the island elder said as he entered. As was routine by that point, he was accompanied by a bevy of other citizens carrying forth plates of food intended for the goddesses. “Just in time for lunch too.”

           Phosphora and Palutena’s various reasons to reject the food were cast away the hungry groans from their stomachs. Looking over the feast being spread out before them, they couldn’t think about their rising weight, bevy of gas problems, or strange additions. All that mattered was rushing forward to grab what they wanted before their divine rival stole it from them.

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           Far past noon, Palutena was forced to acknowledge that she had to get up thanks to the sunlight peeking through her window. Typically the goddess was one of the first ones up in the temple to try and meet with any followers that had come to see her. Over the course of the one month she had stayed on the island, her morning ritual had been disrupted by a growing lethargy and a lack of people coming to see her so early. In fact, most of the time they were willing to leave her to her own devices as she wandered about the temple, trying to figure out a problem that had been hanging on her shoulders.

           Too groggy to be concerned with her current issue, the goddess rolled her way out of bed and began to shuffle her way towards the washroom in her private chambers to start her day. Her short trek through the room was punctuated with a series of yawns and a collection of burps rolling up her throat. The rancid morning breath that clung to each release made her grumble at the gluttonous way she had downed the previous evening’s feast. Even more regret was felt as a blubbery BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPP erupted from her backside. Typically she would be embarrassed by the pungent fart, but her sleepy mind could only focus on moving forward to get herself ready for her morning meal.

           Splashing water on her face, Palutena had hoped to wake herself up a bit. As the droplets slid down her face and onto her two chins, attention was demanded not by the moisture but by the feeling that something was off. Eyes going wide at the mere suspicion, she quickly turned her way towards the full length mirror in her room to get an idea of what was going on.

            Palutena’s rushed up to the reflection, only to back up a few steps after she blindly bumped her over 300 pound gut into it. Waiting for the mirror to stop shaking, she was given a moment to gaze at the pink-tinted blubber that had encompassed most of her body. Shuddering as another belch from her thick neck jostled around her melon-sized breasts and the four, strange growth beneath them, she tried to focus her attention on what was before her.

            An involuntary squeal left the goddess’s mouth as she finally got a good look at the flat, wide, pig snout on her face. So busy staring at her altered nose, she nearly missed the floppy ears sticking out from her frazzled, green hair. A shudder going down her spine once more got her to pay attention to the thing on her lower back. Begrudgingly swinging her wide hips around to get a better look, she spotted right above her chunky butt cheeks a curled pig tail that bounced around with each shake of her body.

            “What is OINK happening to me?” Palutena called out as she gave her new appendage an experimental tug.

            Moments after the goddess’s hoggish outburst, her new ears perked up to the sound of heavy stomps approaching her room. Before she could even consider trying to cover up her strange body, the door was slammed open by a belly just as pink and portly as her own. Shoving her way through with her hips barely making it past the entrance, Phosphora was in equally erratic state based on the way her double-wide rear was shaking around. Swiveling about her chins and breasts through the room, the lightning woman eventually pointed her eyes and snout towards Palutena.

            “You OINK too?” Phosphora asked as she waddled her nude form inside.

            “UUUUUURPPP yeah,” Palutena replied, too concerned with their bodies’ issues to worry about trying to cover up her gas. Shuffling to the side, she winced at the tail above Phosphora’s rear as it was shaken around by a rumbling PHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTT. “I had my OINK suspicions, but I didn’t want to believe them.”

            Letting a snort out from her new nose, Phosphora stomped forward to bump her gut into Paltuena’s. “Come BWOOOOORPPP on, goddess. You act high and OINK mighty all the time. Show me some of your UUUURPPP powers. Change us back!”

            “I don’t know UUUURPP how,” Palutena shuddering as her body fat and new features continued to jiggle. “Wouldn’t this be more of Viridi’s OINK specialty?”

            “She’s not OINK here,” Phosphora replied, using the force of her next fart to slam a little harder into Palutena. “So fix UUUURRPP us!”

            Running into the mirror and knocking it over with her girthy rear, Palutena’s fear turned into anger as she glared at Phosphora. “I OINK can’t while you’re UUUURRRPPP acting like a spoiled brat,” she replied, charging her own belly into the lightning woman.

            Nearly falling over from the collision, Phosphora returned with a look of pure anger on her chubby face. “Well maybe you could OINK actually act like the almighty goddess you claim to UUUURRRPPP be instead of the gassy, fat ass OINK hog you actually are.”

            Fully giving into their more animalistic appearances, the two divine women came running at one another. Crashing their obese forms together, they rolled onto the ground as they tried to fight with their pudgy fists. Their weak attempts at punching one another did little damage thanks to their thick hides. If anything, the attacks only succeeded in pushing out more gas and pig noises from their bodies as they rolled around.

           The up close “fight” inevitably led to them feeling up the growth along their torsos. The close proximity of the protrusion made them take a good guess on what their bodies were developing. Rather than linger on their continuing alterations, they instead put the issue aside in favor of continuing to pummel one another. There was no guarantee that the fight would fix there problem, but at the time it was enough to know that they could potentially shut each other up so that they could accuse one another with their plump fingers unopposed.

            Amidst the various squeals, burps, and farts, it didn’t take long for the temple servants to make their way to the room. Standing in the doorway, they watched as the pig women’s bodies continued to roll around the room, crashing into leftover platters of empty food. While most of them could only watch in awe, the island’s elder came to the forefront to take control of the situation.

            “Excuse me, goddesses,” the old man called out, getting the pig women to stop their fight. “What seems to be the problem?”

The question brought the bickering pair to a gradual stop. Looking up from their spot on the ground and seeing the old man, their brains finally put the pieces together. Holding on to one another to get back on their feet, they shuffled in unison towards the elder with ferocious looks in their eyes.

            “Are you OINK responsible for this?” Palutena asked, pointing towards her snout.

            “And UUUURRRRPP this?” Phosphora belched, giving a slight tug to her tail and incidentally letting a squeaky PHHHRRTTT slip out in the process.

            “Partially yes, but not directly,” the elder replied as he turned away from the pig women. “I suppose we can’t hide the truth from you any longer,” he continued as he made his way towards the door. “Follow me and I shall explain everything.”

            For lack of a better way to deal with their conditions, the divine women begrudgingly followed the old man’s lead. As they walked, their followers attempted to offer them more food to soothe their rage. Though they were in no mood to stuff their faces, randomly snacking on pieces of smoked meat and sweets kept their minds occupied until they reached an inner chamber they had not visited before. Stepping through the doors as they were pushed open, the food they were munching on tumbled out of their mouths as they stared slack-jawed at the image in front of them.

            Tons upon tons of stones had gone into the carving on the wall, with most of it being devoted to showing off the sheer girth of the pig woman in the center of it all. Light touches of pink paint could be seen across her fully nude form, with the coloring having been worn away by both age and the constant touch of worshipers. The woman’s snout-nose was eerily familiar to the ones located on the faces of Phosphora and Palutena. Surveying the rows of breasts resting upon her carved torso, they looked to the sides to survey the legions of followers that surrounded her with prayer and food.

            At a loss of how to feel about the mural, the divine women eventually forced themselves to look back at the pig woman’s face. Beneath what appeared to be stink lines and a head of disheveled hair was a look of complete bliss. If they had to guess, the expression had been brought about by the multitude of different foods that were being offered to her. Either that, or the sense of relief the hog woman felt about the aura of stench coming off of her plump backside.

            “What is OINK this?” Palutena asked.

            “The Susscrofa Island’s first goddess,” the elder replied. “Long ago, her mere presence was enough to bring us overwhelming prosperity. When the time came for her to take her leave, she promised that eventually someone would come by to take her place. Unfortunately, we haven’t had much luck with previous candidates.”

            Gripping onto the mural’s belly, the old man lowered his head. “The first few deities we tried to invite to our kingdom were disgusted once they found out the nature of our last goddess. Anyone who tried to stick around long enough to make a difference eventually ran off once they figured out what was happening to their bodies. We had to resort to hiding away most of our idols and art just to give us a chance to convince them to stay.”

            “So you lied to them and UUUUUURRPPPP us,” Phosphora accused.

            “Please understand, we didn’t have many options,” the elder defended. “Our oracle prophesized that without a proper goddess on the island, we would not survive the next winter. It was just our luck that the two of you would show up at the same time.”

           Handing his cane to one of the other islanders, the elder slowly lowered himself to the floor. “I know that it was wrong for us to hide the effects of our kingdom to you.” Unflinching as pair of farts slipping out of the women surrounded him, he fully prostrated himself on the ground. “But I must implore you to please stay a little while longer. Just so that we may gather what we need for the coming months.”

            “You can’t be BWOOOOOOORRPPP serious,” Phosphora belched out, making the old man shiver in fear. “Do you really expect us to OINK help you after you’ve made up half hog and half gas bags? If anything, you deserve to be struck with lightning until there’s nothing UUURPP left but-“

            “I’ll stay,” Palutena said, stunning Phosphora with both her words and the BRRRAAAAAAPPPP that punctuated her statement. Turning towards the lightning woman, she grinned. “It’s what any worthwhile OINK goddess would do of course.”

            Letting out a snort with her new snout, Phosphora bumped her hips into Palutena’s and stepped forward. “Fine, I’ll stay OINK too.”

            “Thank you, thank you so much,” the elder said, accepting the help of the other islanders in order to stand back up. “We must celebrate this new sense of unity. It is time for a-“

            Though the rest of the elder’s sentence was drowned out by a pair of blubbery farts from the developing pig women, the other denizens knew exactly what he meant. In just a matter of minutes, the inner chamber of the temple became a makeshift dining hall. Led over to a blanket spread out on the floor, Palutena and Phosphora were offered up a bevy of food. Hearing the hungry growls from their stomachs and knowing full well what giving in would mean, they brought their meaty rears crashing down to the floor. Fighting through the sensation of their tails and fat jiggling from the impact, they reached out their blubbery arms to start yet another feast.

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           With Susscrofa Island’s mystery no longer being covered up by its denizens, Palutena’s strolls through the town had become much livelier. Murals depicting their previous deity were revealed with great fanfare and given much needed maintenance. Almost every home she passed had a stone idol of the gluttonous pig woman placed outside of their door for good luck. There were even chants of old songs singing of the glory of their holy hog goddess. Though the music typically went into great detail about the previous deity’s girth and gas it was strangely pleasing to Palutena’s floppy ears.

            Palutena’s continued waddle through town still made her anxious about the way people stared at her, despite having been amongst them for two months. While everyone else saw her 500 pounds of fat as being a sign of prosperity, she still wasn’t the biggest fan of how her belly continued to try and slump between her bulky legs and thighs. The tight skirt she had struggled to fit around her wide waist was occasionally lifted up by errant farts spurting out of her chunky rear to show off her curled tail. The extra appendage and the snout on her face was something she was starting to get used to. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for her latest development.

            Forced to stop her slow waddle under the duress of a deep BWOOOOOOORRRRPPP from her lips, the goddess felt the fabric around her torso struggle to stay in place. Ducking into an alley that barely fit her wide figure, she tried to adjust her white robe to keep herself decent. No matter what she tried, she found it impossible to fully hide the plump teats of the pumpkin-sized breasts hanging from her chest. The same issue showed itself in the two, extra pairs of breasts that had grown below her original to add further weight on top of her gut. No matter how much the islanders told her that her six boobs were another good sign for their upcoming harvest, she still wondered if maybe she might have acted rashly when accepting their proposal.

            From the other side of the alley Palutena heard a powerful BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPP. Picking up the familiar smell, she carefully waddled her way through the cramped corridor. Her progress was slow as she had to carefully avoid getting her belly and breasts stuck on the walls, but eventually she reached the end of the alley. Peeking her head out into the street, she spotted a large gathering of people at an outside eatery. Hearing a loud OINK cemented who the people were there to see.

            Daring to lean a little further out of her alley, Palutena spotted the head of disheveled, blonde hair and floppy pig ears of Phosphora. While the green-haired goddess had gone to great lengths to try and obscure her extra bosom, the lightning woman had purposefully donned skimpy, golden bikini tops to show off her six breasts. The numerous tits shook around with each shift of Phosphora’s belly as she ate up every bit of food that was brought to her.

           When her mouth wasn’t overstuffed, Phosphora managed to thank the people bringing her meals between her belches and grunts. Her gratitude seemed to be undermined with each blubbery fart that rippled out of her backside. However, the rancid BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPs that wiggled her tail and threatened to pop apart the thong wedged between her double-wide ass cheeks had little effect on the good mood of her followers.

            Still in disbelief that what she was seeing was real, Palutena accidentally released her grip on the wall. Unable to keep her balance, she let out a distressed squeal as her body came tumbling to the ground. The momentum built up from the fall sent her blobby form rolling towards the eatery. Slamming into a table stopped her movement, with her bountiful blubber preventing any physical injury. Unfortunately, she didn’t come out of the humiliating display without taking on some damage.

            Slowly picking herself back up by clutching onto a table, Palutena winced as she felt air against her bare skin. As she stood up, more of her robe fell away to reveal more of her exposed, pink, pudgy flesh. With another fart bursting out to blow away part of the fabric that had once clung to her buttocks, her first instinct was to try and cover her backside up. However, the feeling of several of her breasts swinging without anything in their way made her freeze as solid as a statue. As she struggled to decide which part of her flabby form she wanted to cover up, a shudder went through her body as she heard heavy foot stomps nearby.

            Palutena’s eyes went wide as she watched Phosphora waddling towards her. The lumbering movement of the other pig woman’s legs made the goddess prepare herself for what was to come. Any types of gaseous expulsions she was prepared for thanks to how much her body produced. What worried her more were the string of insults she was expecting for getting the lightning woman to go along with this ridiculous arrangement.

            “You OINK alright?” Phosphora asked as her belly fat nudged up against Palutena’s. The genuine look of concern on her pudgy face showed no signs of teasing or trickery.

            “Y-yeah, just OINK fine,” Palutena replied, cautiously accepting the lightning woman’s pudgy hand in order to stand back up.

            “I’d ask if you OINK want anything to cover up, but even the BWOOOOOOORRPP tablecloths are a little too small for us now.” Making sure Palutena’s blubber rear was seated upon a bench, she took her seat on the opposite side of the table. “Eh, not like the OINK people here care. Probably count it as a holy UUUUUURRRPPPPPP blessing to see our naked flesh.”

            The offhand comment sent a wave of relief through Palutena greater than any of her outbursts ever felt. Looking away from her blobby form, she could see the smiling people happily gathering various meats, sweets, and other foods to bring to her. As the feast was spread out along the table, each of the islanders didn’t seem to care about stepping through the noxious fumes. If anything, they seemed to revel in each slight nudge they felt of the women’s plumpness whenever they passed.

            Though Palutena wanted to discuss this feeling further, Phosphora was already busy diving her face into a bowl of stew. Noisily slurping and grunting her way through the broth, Palutena felt her own hunger try to push back any concerns. Between her fellow deity’s slobby behavior and the expectant look of her followers, her embarrassment fell away to fully give in to her new desires.

           Palutena managed to shoot the citizens a grin before copying Phosphora’s eating habits. Happily chewing on chunks of meat as she went through one bowl after another, she let her exposed buttocks freely spurt out gas to flick her tail and further enamor herself. Finishing off her bowl, she raised up her head to let the broth drip down her three chins and trickle across her bosoms. Letting out a roaring BWOOOOOOOOORRPPPP she let the cheers of praise entertain her ears until her next serving of stew was brought to her.

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            A chill over the island ensured that most of its denizens were cooped up in their homes. In the past, the harsh weather came with the fear that they would run out of provision before spring came again. Thanks to the influence of their new goddesses, they had more than enough food to keep them stocked up for many years’ worth of winters. This left them free to enjoy taking the cold months easy in observance of the laid back attitude that had taken over the women who they owed so much to.

            Back at the temple, a select group of followers had been gifted the opportunity to serve the goddesses. In-between their own sessions of eating and relaxation, they would be tasked with working off some of their winter weight by taking on various chores. Amidst polishing statues and keeping the kitchen active, the most prized position was getting to be one of the servers of the hedonistic pig women that now resided in the innermost chamber.

            Upon devouring her fifth platter of smoked meats and fruits, Palutena leaned back to rest her over 800 pounds of pink-tinted flesh against the wall. The concrete pressing against her tail served to turn the fart that escaped her double-wide rear into a splattering PHHHHHRRRRRRRRTTTTT that echoed throughout the chamber. With most of the windows closed to keep the warmth in, the noxious fumes were free to drift about, with some getting caught between the crevasses of her six breasts. Lazily sliding her hand along her three bosoms, threatening to pop apart the tight fitting bikinis keeping her plump teats in check, she let out a few content snorts to show her servers that she was grateful. However, the belch that came rolling up her throat to make her ears flicker also let them know that she was far from being full.

            A loud thud close to Palutena clued her in that Phosphora had also finished off her latest course. Turning her thick neck to the side allowed her to watch the lightning woman’s own collection of breasts get shaken about by the might BWOOOOOOORRRPPPP that parted her lips. Wiping her snout clean of leftover grease with the back of her pudgy hand, she attempted to free a few crumbs that had managed to get caught in her hair during her wild eating session. Her struggle to tug out a particularly stubborn speck from the unkempt locks was punctuated by a series of frustrated grunts and a roaring BRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPP bursting out of her equally massive rear.

            “Hold OINK on,” Palutena said, showing no hesitation as she pressed her obese form against Phospohra’s. Working through the strange sensations of their rows of breasts sliding against one another, she managed to free the crumb from its follicles. “There we UUUURPP go,” she said as she popped the tiny morsel into her mouth.

            “Thanks,” Phosphora replied, letting herself relax again as she let slit a PHHHHRRRRTTTT from her rear. “That was bothering me for a UUUUURRPPP while and I didn’t want the servants to stop bringing me food to BWOOOORPPP do it. Any idea when the next OINK course is?”

            “Not BWOOOOORRRPPP really,” Palutena replied as she lazily circled a finger around her deep belly button. “Does it OINK matter? They usually are pretty quick to feed us.”

            “I UUUURPP know,” Phosphora said as she wobbled her rear back and forth in order to get more comfortable. “But I’m kind of getting tired of having to OINK eat off of plates. Seems like a waste of OOOUUUURRRPPP effort.”

            “Hmm, you might be right,” Palutena agreed, punctuating with a brunt BRRRAAAAPPPP to freshen up her aura of stink. “I just don’t want to OINK hurt the elder and other followers’ BWOOOOORRPPP feelings.”

            “Nonsense,” called out the elder as he arrived, followed by the latest group of servers with a new batch of food. “We are more than happy to provide whatever you need. Especially after everything you’ve done for us. There is truly nothing in this world we can do to properly demonstrate our gratitude for helping us through the long winter.”

            “Eh, think nothing UUUURRPPP of it,” Phosphora said, eagerly accepting the loaf of warm bread that was offered to her. “So, what OINK happens when spring comes?”

            “Hmm, to be honest it’s been a while since we’ve had goddesses for this long,” the elder commented. “We aren’t entirely sure. There are some ancient scrolls that rumor to contain a way to return you back to normal. Whether they’re telling the truth or not, we’ll be more than willing to try them out. Rest assured, we’ll do everything in our power to return you to your old forms before you have to take your leave.”

            “And what if we wanted to OINK stay?” Palutena asked, her question given more momentum by a series of eager nods form Phosphora’s rows of chins.

            “O-oh, I never considered that,” the elder replied. “You have already been so generous to us. The blessing you’ve given us during these past months should be more than enough to last us many years to come. We couldn’t possibly ask you to-“

            A rude BRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPP from Phosphora quickly gave her the bulk of the room’s attention. “Forget about going back to the old OINK me. That version had to do so much UUUUUURPPPP work. This is the OINK life. I’m staying as long as you’ll BWOOOOORPPP have me.”

            “I have grown quite OINK comfortable here,” Palutena said, shifting her hips back and forth to get settled atop her heavily stained rug. “I’d hate to leave you UUURRPP without a goddess again.”

            “Oh, thank you my holy hogs,” the elder said, he and the servers bowing in recognition of the women’s generosity. “If you would do us this kindness, we shall do whatever you wish to ensure that every one of your needs is met. Merely say it and it will be done.”

            Phosphora let out a snort as a wide grin spread across her chubby face. “I think I have a few BWOOOOORPPP ideas.”

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            “Woooooaaaahh!” Pit shouted out as his wings sent him spiraling through the air. “Calm down Viridi we’re almost there.”

            “Typical,” the short statured nature goddess said, the angel’s words being left unheard as she continued to carelessly let him drift back and forth. “I send Phosphora here on a simple errand and I don’t end up hearing from her again until we’re in spring.” With a huff, she pushed back her blonde hair. Finally taking notice of Pit, she eased up on her powers to stabilize his flight. “She should know how busy we’re going to be. Your ‘goddess’ probably has something to do with this.”

            “Lady Palutena wouldn’t do anything bad to her,” Pit said, adjusting his head of spiky brown hair as he flapped his wings. “I’m just as worried as you are, but we can’t rush headfirst into things.”

            “Hah, that’s pretty rich coming from you,” Viridia scoffed.

            “I still mean it,” the young man insisted. “We don’t know what we’re running into. The call I got from Lady Palutena kept getting interrupted by weird rumbling noises. I think there were even pig noises in the background.”

            “Hmph, nothing a powerful nature goddess like myself can’t handle,” Viridi commented as she gave Pit a push to send him forward. “Come on. Let’s see what those two slackers have been up to.”

            Landing gracefully at the town entrance, Viridi allowed Pit to touch the ground at a speed that only caused a few bumps and bruises. As the angel boy picked himself up, he was able to join the nature goddess in beholding the denizens of the island going about their business. Though the pair drew attention with their divine appearances, it was nothing compared to the odd looks of the people themselves.

            Not a single citizen was under 200 pounds. Rather than try to hide their pudgy forms, each one of them had adorned themselves in revealing, bright pink outfits that emphasized their corpulent figures. The source for their obesity epidemic could be seen through the numerous eateries that could be found along the streets where people would make a mess stuffing themselves with reckless abandon. The constant feasting gave way to belches and farts punctuating their everyday conversation without a hint of remorse. As appalling as their slobby tendencies were, anyone that ran into Pit and Palutena were more than happy to give them a cheerful greeting.

            Following the helpful advice of the various islanders, the divine pair eventually made their way over to the temple. Proceeding forward amongst the legions of fat servants carrying in food, Pit and Viridi kept their eyes out for their missing comrades. As they drew closer to the innermost chamber, they were assaulted with a rancid odor that smelled like a well-used barn. Though their desire to get away from the stench made them want to turn back, they were pushed forward by the sheer girth of the people going through the temple.

            Dumped off in the innermost chamber, Pit and Viridi immediately had their clothes besmirched with random bits of food. Standing up and trying to fruitlessly clean the fabric, they realized that what they  were splattered in was slop. As the thick liquid dragged down their clothes, it revealed its contents were heavy with butter, lard, and purse grease. Wondering how the slurry had gotten into a temple of all places, they were given their answers and a plethora of other questions as they finally found their missing companions.

            Just like every day since the temple had been remodeled, Palutena and Phosphora were spending their waking moments with their heads buried in their personal, golden feeding troughs. Their over 1000-pound bellies pressed into the floor as their hungry faces sifted through the slop for morsels to chew on. Their unkempt hair flailed about as they continued to slurp up their meal, in the process shaking around their multiple bosoms to further confuse the new arrivals.

            Motivated by their curiosity, Pit and Viridi hazarded to get closer to the pair. They managed to see the curly pig tails bouncing against the women’s elephantine rears just as an unruly series of rumbling noises echoed through the room. Just a little too slow to realize what was happening, Pit and Viridi ended up being on the receiving end of a set of rumbling farts that filled the area with a fresh batch of noxious gas. As awful as it was for them to choke on the rotten smelling flatulence, their constant coughing managed to perk up the floppy ears of their companions.

            “OINK Pit?” Palutena asked, raising her head up from the trough and letting the droplets cascade down her chins as she loomed over the new arrivals. “What are you doing BWOOOOOOORPPPP here?”

            “I was worried about you,” Pit said, using part of his clothes to cover up his face. “Lady Palutena, what happened to you?”

            “We became this island’s OINK goddesses,” Phosphora answered as her pudgy fingers collected any crumbs that had gotten wedged between her fat folds. “Just needed to get some OOOUUUUUURRPPP makeovers in the process.”

            “So you became a pair of fat, gassy hogs?” Viridi asked, receiving a snort from the towering pig woman in response. “What happened to our plan? I can’t believe you put your duties aside just to stuff your face. Now how are the people here to supposed to better understand the pure power nature has to offer when one of my underlings is just a disgusting pig who can only focus on stuffing her-“

            Viridi’s berating was cut short as Phosphora brought her hefty form slamming down on top of her. Due to the small woman’s divine nature, she was left unharmed by the attack. However, she still found it impossible to hoist up the mass of pink blubber and breasts. Reveling in the muffled screams of her former master, Phosphora let herself enjoy the benefits of her body further as she allowed a deluge of gas to surround the two of them with a thunderous BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPP.

            Too busy watching Phosphora snort up the cloud of flatulence, Pit was left off guard as he was picked up by a set of pudgy hands. Slid across the front of Palutena’s body, his attempts to struggle free were stopped as he got a face full of her plump teats. His face reddened with embarrassment became the target for the pigified goddess as she unleashed a gnarly UUUUUUUUURPPPP from her lips.

            “You came at the perfect OINK time, Pit,” Palutena remarked. “A lot of my UUUURPP servants are starting to slow down due to their weight. Don’t get me OINK wrong, I’m honored that they’re willing to fatten themselves OOOUUUURRPPP up to show their devotion. However, their heavier bodies leave something to be OINK desired when it comes to speedy service. Think you can pick up the UUUUURPP slack?”

            “Lady Palutena, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Pit asked.

            “I’ve never been OINK better,” Palutena said, a smile on her chubby face as she unleashed a rumbling PHHHHHRRRRTTTTTTT from her fat ass. “It’s so OINK liberating to get to enjoy being so slobby. Maybe if you stick around UUUUURRPPP long enough you’ll understand.”

            “I kind of doubt that,” Pit commented as he looked at the various splotches of slop clinging to his master’s body. “But if this is really what you want, then I’ll do my best to serve you.”

            With a snort, Palutena pulled Pit in closer for a pudgy embrace. “I knew I could count on OINK you. Elder?”

            “Yes, holy hog Palutena?” the old man said as he waddled up to her.

            “Bring us a fresh BWOOOOORPPP serving of slop!”

            “Double OINK it,” Phosphora spoke up over the muffled cries of Viridi. “We want to make sure our UUUURRPP guests are well fed.”

            “An excellent OINK idea,” Palutena said, finally allowing Pit a chance to take a breath of the rancid aura that surrounded her. “We need to give them a OINK sampling of what our blessing have to UUUURPPP offer. They too shall now the bounty of Sussscrofa OINK island.”