"Blessed Bear Binge" [Art + Writing] (Patreon)

[Contains Partial Nudity, Fat Fur, Mass Vore, Implied Digestion]

[Story contains descriptions of Stuffing, Oral Vore, Vore as Worship, Willing Prey / Implied Digestion]

Slow, measured footsteps echoed off the carved marble walls as Bailey made her way through the cloister. Though the hallway was one she saw every day, she savored the sight of the pale blue stone blocks, evenly cut and stacked to form a vast chamber. Ornate reliefs and other carvings were artfully set into the unyielding stone, depicting scenes from the Anaselen texts – the birth of their Goddess, Her rise to prominence, the countless sacred feasts that ever fed Her growing curves. Bailey knew those texts nearly as well as the cloister itself, but only one could follow along on her upcoming adventure.

Indeed, today would be the final time Bailey would step along the hallways of the cloister she had grown to love so dearly. As a dutiful disciple of Anasele, she had adhered to the sacred texts and underwent the training necessary to become a Cleric – a station that allowed you to leave the sacred walls and spread the word of blessed indulgence.

Anasele was, in many ways, an incarnation of gluttony itself. Her word guided those who listened to eat, drink, and satisfy their appetites as well as they could, savoring their blessings and offering what they could to others. Much of the kingdom had been in the grip of teachings that demanded abstinence from overindulgence, of temperance and abstaining from worldly pleasures. Though a measure of restraint is not unwelcome nor unholy, to deny oneself pleasure or satisfaction is to deny the nourishment of the soul as well as the body, and the disciples of Anasele worked through the kingdom to remind their followers of the joys found in consumption and indulgence.

Such thoughts weren’t far from Bailey’s own mind, her mouth watering at the thought of the feast that waited after the departure ceremony. The Recipes of the Enlightened were well used here, and she could already smell the dishes being cooked deep within the cloister. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, knowing that soon she’d get to make dishes just like those, seasoned with all the spices tended to in the gardens surrounding her home.

Her hungry thoughts were interrupted by her arrival at the ceremonial chamber, a round room with a large opening in the roof to let in natural light, which burned brightly in a perfect circle upon the floor. A cycle of never ending consumption was portrayed in various shades of blue, intricate mosaics depicting meals, living sacrifices, and the ever expanding form of Anasele shimmering beneath the daylight.

With reverence, Bailey stepped forward into the circle, her hands held with palms facing up as if to catch the light that spilled over her. She was a sight to behold in this moment, illuminated as she was. It was not uncommon for disciples of Anasele to be of a larger stature, but even in a sacred place built with more generous proportions in mind, the polar bear still found herself getting caught in the odd doorway, or stooping under a stone arch. Her generous, pale white curves were cloaked in her newly made Cleric’s robes, the bright blue & white fabric bearing a meticulously stitched rendition of Anasele’s holy crest. Her long, blue-gray hair rested over her shoulder in silky, tight curls, well conditioned with the ceremonial oils used during her morning bath. Her eyes closed, as was the custom, and remained shut as a gentle, yet authoritative voice spoke.

“Disciple Bailey, foundling of the Northern Villages, faithful in your studies and generous in your gifts. For what purpose are we gathered today?”

“To gain a blessing, Matriarch, for the journey ahead. To affirm my devotion to She of Taste & Bliss, Mother Anasele. To promise my own efforts to server Her beyond these walls, as I served Her within them.”

“You have learned well, Disciple Bailey. You would take upon yourself an adventurer’s title, one that would see you leave the cloister?”

Despite being prepared for this ritual, Bailey still felt a little emotional at these words. It was true, she had lived her whole life in devotion to Her Mother, having been found as a child and raised within these hallowed walls. Even still, she knew there were others on the outside who deserved the joy of indulgence, and her resolve was steeled once more.

“I would, Matriarch.” She said with confidence, her heart soaring with pride.

“Then it is decided.”

A faint hum could be heard from the other unseen figures, twelve in total. These were Bailey’s Brothers, Sisters & Siblings, those she had known all her life, singing a gentle song for her departure. Beneath her eyelids, she could feel tears begin to creep in. She would see them again, someday…

“Dearest Bailey, Child of Anasele. We grant unto you the station of Cleric, and offer a blessing of protection from Mother Herself.”

The Matriarch’s voice held firm, and the humming ceased as soon as the sentence was over. Bailey’s belly burned with holy warmth, her promises and power etched eternally on her insides. The sensation was powerful, truly, but as gentle as the feeling of a warm drink settling in her belly.

She was ready.

“Go now, and teach the world to savor their blessings, in Her name!”

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“Now eat your fill, then have some MORE!,

“Here ‘neath the lan-tern light,

“We’ll drink the same,

“as, in Her name,

“we slake Her app-e-tite~!”

Bailey’s voice rang out in a pleasing melody, a jaunty tune that the other patrons in the tavern began to hum themselves, then sing along with her in the moment. It had been well over a year since that fateful ceremony, yet the mark upon the kingdom Bailey had achieved couldn’t be understated. She had written songs for those who wished to learn of Anasele’s ways, held festivals and feasts for those who wished to glut upon Her blessings, and frequented any tavern that would have her, blessing the patrons as they fed her.

And feed her they did. The Disciples of Anasele were well known for their immense appetite, and the polar bear’s giant heritage only further magnified those needs. Within moments of entering the tavern, Bailey had already consumed a dozen racks of smoked ribs, a massive roasted pig, an entire garden’s worth of whipped potatoes & other scrumptious sides, and was working her way through the fifth dessert of the night – a massive, three tiered cake, fit for an entire wedding party, which disappearing down her throat with an ease that awed the other patrons.

With every bite, Bailey’s already substantial belly grew, the thick borborygmi of digestion beginning to fill the dingy tavern as her stomach swelled with rich treats & succulent meats. Soon enough, what had been a belly larger than a sack of flour had expanded enough to fully beach the bear for the night, a massive gurgling paunch over six feet tall and eight feet wide. Despite the skill of the cloister’s tailors, Bailey’s cleric robes wouldn’t be fitting tonight, her ponderous chest escaping the tight fabric for all to see. She had already eaten so much, but even as the crowd expected her to cease eating, they were surprised to see her reaching for a massive haunch of meat, grilled and sizzling, before taking a massive bite. Her tankard, a wooden mug that held well over a gallon of ale, had been filled nearly a dozen times tonight yet she raised it high above her head in celebration, a spray of the foamy drink sloshing from the rim.

Stuffed as she was, however, Bailey wasn’t quite finished.

It was said in many circles that one could find the way in the Mother’s arms from within the belly of her disciples, that those who willingly gave themselves unto a Blessed Cleric would be brought to the blissful embrace of Anasele Herself. As she roved through the countryside, Bailey had encountered many who believed such doctrines and asked to be her meal, a request the hungry bear was more than happy to fulfill. Even now, the tavern was packed with many who had made a pilgrimage to where they knew the bear feasted, only to number themselves among the meals she enjoyed.

And who was she to deny them their satisfaction?

The time had come. The ale had been drunk, the appetizers enjoyed, the songs sung in joyous reverie. The lull in the night had truly been felt, and after a deeply satisfied belch, Bailey smiled and raised an arm in praise.

“Blessed be those who give unto others, for they shall find more given to them in turn. Blessed be those who give themselves, wherein they find their peace with Her.”

As if in a trance, the dozen or so patrons of the tavern nodded in reverence and began to approach. Their steps were eager, the future meals confident in their choice. The first began their climb atop the sloshing hill that would soon hold them, crawling over Bailey’s belly before resting on top and offering their hands before the polar bear’s waiting maw. Slowly, gently, her deep blue tongue caressed over the hands of this willing morsel, her ice blue eyes meeting theirs.

They were ready.

With a firm, yet gentle grip, Bailey began to guide the first of her meals down her throat. A heavy swallow pulled the willing treat down to their shoulders, with only a few more swallows fully packing them away. Her already massive belly gurgled and bubbled eagerly, expanding as an entire person was nestled into the mess that had been Bailey’s personal feast. Their eyes closed, a smile spreading over their face as they struggled lightly against the quivering, gooey muscle that closed around them. This was where they belonged…

One by one, each of the patrons had made the climb up the cleric’s ever-expanding belly, each dutifully offering themself to the dark, cavernous throat of the polar bear. A hefty cow woman, a burly bear, the delightfully slurpable coils of a chubby snake - Bailey grew with each swallow, her bulk expanding ever onward as each meal settled in, their bodies barely seen beneath many layers of fat despite so many being cramming together in her blessed stomach. They shifted against one another, moving and writhing deep within her gut to enjoy the room they had before they settled in to becoming one with the gargantuan bear, and their beloved Goddess.

Another belch rang out into the now empty tavern. What had already been a positively massive gut now seemingly occupied the entire tavern, a mess of writhing prey and white pudge spilling out over the floorboards. Practically pinned to her place, Bailey simply smiled. She had been a part of many such rituals in the past, though not with this many eager meals. The bear would likely remain beached here for a day or so, the immense weight of her blessed gluttony keeping her here until she could manage to walk once more…

… only to do it all again another day, she thought, the idea exciting her deeply. Her eyes closed in the moment, her mind lost to the aching pleasures of being so deeply, actively full. She relished all of her meals, sure, but there was such a special delight that came with a willing, living treat. The taste of their fur and skin against her tongue, the challenge of the first swallow, the weight and sensation of something, someone wriggling deep within her cavernous belly…

It was a sensation she relished, both for herself and those she fed. A sensation she wanted more than anything in the world, as it brought her ever closer to her beloved Goddess.

“Praise Anasele…” she murmured through a yawn, her eyes growing heavy. Time to rest, she thought, nestling into the expanding pad of fat that formed around her neck.

Her belly had much to do tonight~

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Full disclosure, this might be my new favorite piece I've ever drawn of Bailey T_T

I'm currently in a vore / kink-themed DnD campaign, playing Bailey as a Gluttony/Life Domain Cleric! I only lightly modified her design, but I've already fallen head over heels for this particular version of her. I may even find a way to incorporate Cleric!Bailey's long hair into her main design... but that's a task for another time.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy a rather indulgent piece this week (pun absolutely intended) !

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I hope you enjoyed! Thank you, truly, for your immense support~ <3