~SSBBW, Fantasy, Eating, Lactation, ~XWG - in a remote village a new meaning is found for the term SSBBW goddess I actually found some time to have a little fun this weekend... it's not perfect, but it amused me writing it. HA! Saving the People by Chillaxin Angela had heard rumours about the village, but she never dreamed that it actually existed. After years of studying hidden tribes, she was thrilled to actually have a guide take her to see the people of Boofah. There were no roads and it was a long walk on foot, but she was in pretty good shape. Other than an addition to her sunburn, she had no troubles getting there. Rick had been to the village before and was able to speak their language. They had adopted him as one of their own, and he was loyal to them and kept their location a secret until he found Angela. About 5’ 3” and a strong woman at about 125lbs, the blond-haired beauty seemed perfect; he knew she was the one. They made their way through the tall grass and trees until they came to a clearing. As soon as a few people saw them, they came running in her direction. Rick explained to Angela that, to them, she was a goddess. Figuring it was because she looked so different with her white skin and blond hair, she enjoyed the attention and looked forward to getting to know the people better. She noticed that most of the people were very thin, malnourished, and some looked very sick. The leader of Boofah came to see her, and told Rick that he needed to know if she was the one. The gods were going to send them a striped woman. Angela could feel the sudden tension, and before Rick could explain what they were doing she was stripped of her clothes. The men held her up for their leader to see, arms out and unable to cover herself. The leader became angry and told Rick that the stripes ran in the wrong direction. It was then that Rick understood what the “striped woman” meant. Angela’s tan (sunburn) lines ran across her body. But, how were they supposed to be otherwise? Rick had to think fast before they rejected and killed her. He told the leader that when the real goddess showed up, Angela would learn from her and help save the people of the tribe. After some hesitation, the leader decided to spend some time thinking about it. Perhaps his dreams would give him a sign. He ordered the men to put her in the prepared cage anyway until he knew what to do. Scared to death and struggling against the men Angela was led to a small bamboo cage. There was a wooden bench with what looked like a little trap door in the seat. When she was forced to sit, heR knees poked out between the bars in front of her by an inch, and she could have reached out of either side if they let her. It did not seem like the most sturdy prison, but the surrounding guards would not budge. Rick tried to explain to her that she was being held until they trusted her. He showed her the lever to open the trap door to a bucket if she had to go the bathroom, and told her she could probably eat something the next morning. Outraged, she sat all day, all night, and into the next day in that cage. When the leader came back, after having to seek guiding dreams, he rejoiced when he saw Angela again. Sitting in the bamboo cage for so long had given her a new set of sunburn marks, vertically. She was indeed the striped woman from the gods, the one who would save them. The leader sent out word across the village and people began to prepare and line up. Rick translated for Angela "You will be the judge and savior of Boofah. The people line up and each has a portion of food for you to eat. You must eat it all before the next person in line gives you more. If you stop eating a person’s food, they will be put to death. This will continue until you break the cage. Then you can leave if you want to." Angela’s eyes opened wide and she had a million questions. "If these people are so sick, why don’t they eat all of this food themselves?" They were no longer able to digest it properly. "What about my sleeping?" She would learn to eat and sleep at the same time, but until then, if she stopped, the person in front of her would die. "I could just break the cage now, how long am I supposed to wait before doing so?" If she broke the cage by force she would be killed. She didn’t understand how else the cage was going to break, but she knew it was probably going to take a long time. The first person in line was a small child who handed her some coconut. One of the guards stood behind her, ready to take her away if Angela did not eat. “They can’t be serious.” She looked at Rick, hoping he’d tell her it was all a joke. It was no joke, and she took the food from the small girl at the front of the line. Rick would tell her the names of each person, and translated their messages of thanks to her. She kept eating for the rest of the day until she started to feel pain from being so full, she was afraid she was going to be sick. It was then that a man was brought to her. Rick told her who he was, and suggested that she go to sleep now. Holding her stomach, she snapped her head around to look at him, “Won’t they kill him?” “Yes, they will. He is a murderer, and an evil man. They would like you to get some sleep now. Perhaps you should stay asleep until you are so hungry you can’t stand it anymore.” Angela did not take his food, tried to curl up on the bench in her cage as much as she could, and fell asleep. Each day was the same, and it seemed just when she was in too much pain to eat any more a prisoner stood before her. They were put to death. She started to understand the leader’s method to the madness. When she finished a person’s food, they would eventually be back in line again so that she could be continually fed. Every few days, she would get water poured on her and when she stood up she held on to the bamboo bars while they cleaned her. The next person in line got to touch her tummy as they did. It was usually full, but she learned how to pace herself so that she could eat all day. It wasn’t long before she noticed that when she stood in her cage, her breasts and belly were both touching the bars at the same time. When she sat back down again she could see her belly getting bigger in front of her, her breasts were approaching a D cup and each one no longer fit in her hand. Her hips were wider, thighs were thicker, and the bench didn’t hurt under her softer bum as much as it did in the beginning. She asked Rick about her weight. “How much do you think I’ve gained? This is crazy! It’s been what, a few months? Look at me!” She spoke more in amazement than anything else. She actually liked the changes, something she never thought she’d enjoy. Her skin was more sensitive, and she felt sexier with her new curves. Rick loved looking at her, and told her that it had been more than a few months, and that she could be closer to 160. He didn’t need a scale to know. Angela got used to the routine and really liked getting to know the people. Some of them tried to teach her parts of their language, some sang or danced for her, and most of the men paraded themselves in front of her. The day eventually came when she ate as she felt sleepy, and slept sitting up, still eating. The whole village celebrated and Angela was relieved that nobody would have to be killed anymore. Slowly, during her bath times, she noticed she could not stand straight up in her cage anymore. When she stood in front of the bench, her breasts and belly pushed against the bars making her bend her knees slightly. She could feel hands cleaning under her stomach and around her much larger bum. It was taking them longer to get all the areas, and the bigger she got, the harder it was to hold the slightly bent position. When she sat, her bum cheeks were up against the back of the bamboo, and her belly reached around her hips and spread towards her knees. Her breasts sat on top, bigger and rounder than she could have imagined on her own body. The people started to reach into her cage to rub her tummy and adore her body. Their touches felt wonderful and with each movement her whole body jiggled, swayed, and enveloped fingers and small hands that poked it. She would even grab a roll and jiggle herself for the smaller children to make them laugh. She was loving her expanding body. She didn’t bother asking Rick how much she weighed anymore, but he loved to guess to himself. The leader came to Rick and told him that it was time for his job. He couldn’t have been more excited and ran over to break the news to Angela. “You have cleaned the village, now you must feed them.” Rick told her that his new job was to start hand pumping her breasts to get them ready to feed the people. Her body was needed as a filter, and they would be able to digest her milk. She ate as she listened, and looked at the next few people in line. They smiled at her. She looked at her growing body. Her legs were pudging around her knees and touching the bars. Her belly moved as she breathed and her breasts swayed when she raised the food to her mouth. She tried to shift her weight and ended up just wobbling. She looked again at the people in line, so thin and so sick. She had to save them. She agreed and made Rick the happiest man on earth. Bath times were getting harder. Angela tried reaching to her sides to the bench to lift herself up, but there wasn’t much bench left on either side of her. She could barely stand even when she did heave herself up, her belly coming into contact with the bars almost immediately. They tried to wash her bum quickly and did the rest of her as she sat and ate. She needed help getting her knees between a different set of bars so that she would open her legs further to accommodate the massive thighs. She could feel her bum pushing against the bars behind her when she sat. Rick was diligent, and used his expert hands to pump and stroke her massive breasts one at a time, as often as possible. The people of Boofah kept feeding her, stroking her, caressing her body as much as they could, watching her grow into the largest human being they had ever seen. “Okay, Angela, we need to clean you again. Can you get up for a second? We’ll be quick.” Rick promised her. She tried. She reached to the bars in front of her and strained the muscles in her legs to lift up her bulk. As she started to move up, her bum did not leave the bench. She tried to bend forward to lift herself up more but there was no more room in front of her. “Get up a little further.” Rick was trying to help the men lift. “I am up.” She said through strained breath. “No, you’re not.” He slid his hand under her just a little bit so that she could feel that she had not left the little bench entirely. Her eyes opened wide and she had to sit back down. Gasping for breath and jiggling everywhere she managed to say, “I’m too fat to stand?! Oh my .” She tried to reach around and touch all of her body to take in the reality of her immense size. There were more areas than she realized that she couldn’t reach anymore. She kept trying, but could not reach her belly button, could not reach her legs at all, and could not touch her whole bum. She was mesmerized by her own body and very turned on. Rick was about to faint on the spot. She heard a little sound coming from the bench. A small creak. She started to laugh. This was how she was meant to break the cage. She had to outgrow it, and she was getting closer. No longer able to stand at all in her small cage, Angela kept eating day and night as fast as she could. Rick was the first to notice her hips touching the sides, and she was the first to notice when her soft and sensitive belly touched the front when she made the smallest movement forward to reach for more food. Rick started to hand up the food from the smaller children when she found it harder to bend forward. Angela woke one day and found that here breasts felt heavier than usual, almost sore. When Rick showed up she saw the look on the face of the next woman in line. She looked excited and just about started hopping. When she came to Angela and started rubbing her body, she moved the large swollen breasts sitting on top of her massive belly, and they showed signs of being ready. The leader was called and it was indeed time for her to try. The woman was allowed to put her head a little between the bars and take the nipple in her mouth. Angela was indeed ready and was able to feed the woman. The relief of pressure and knowing that she could save the people by processing food for them made her ecstatic. The whole village celebrated and Angela was fed twice as much food as two people were able to be fed from her at once. It seemed she had an endless supply of milk and loved the feeling of being suckled and fondled all day and night as she continuously ate. The creaking got louder. They arranged for some very strong nets hanging from the tall trees so that they could catch her and move her a bit once she broke out. Slowly, the people looked less sick, and began to fill out to more healthy sizes. They had more energy and the village really came alive. Angela knew that she didn’t fit in the cage anymore. Flesh was seeping out from between the bamboo and the more tightly packed in she was, the less she jiggled all over. She missed the sensation and wanted to break free. She ate with reckless abandon and the people cheered her on. Children needed to be lifted up to be fed, and the smallest ones would fit inside and sit on her belly. It was almost impossible to wash all of her, and everyone knew the day was coming soon. The creaking got louder and as Angela stuffed her mouth with more food, she took a deep breath and CRACK! The bench was breaking under her gigantic ass. She felt scared, she never thought about falling until then. CRACK again and everyone that was in line gathered around to watch. Some of the men readied the nets behind the cage and tied them tight. On the third CRACK the people pushed on her belly to make sure she fell backwards onto the net and the bench crumbled beneath her. The bamboo bars behind her finally gave away and she just barely made it onto the net. Her flesh wobbled around her and her legs finally straightened out. Her breasts rolled up around her face and her belly spilled out all around her. She loved being able to feel the jiggling again and moved her body around until she realized that breathing was more difficult on her back. They maneuvered the nets around her so that she was in a more upright position to breathe. This was it. She remembered the promise she could leave when she broke the cage. The leader said she was free to go, or she could stay and help the village make more babies since some of the women were unable to. Angela tried to get up. She had been sitting for so long, her muscles were useless. She jiggled and wobbled and tried to flap her arms to no avail. She grunted and tried to heave herself up but there was just no way. Immobile. She was stunned. Tried again and failed. She was trapped by her own fat. It was wonderful. She asked for a night to think about what she was going to do and they granted her the time. That night she had a dream that gave her the answer. Her old life was long gone, and here she was a goddess and had saved the entire village. Even if she physically could, she really didn’t want to leave. When she told them her decision the next day everyone rejoiced. She had also gone all night without feeding anyone, nor being fed. She was starving and swollen, ready for her daily routine to continue. They swung the nets and managed to roll her onto her stomach with her legs straight towards the ground. Holes were cut in the nets for her breasts to hang and she continued to constantly eat, feed the people like a cow, and eventually, she had children for the people of Boofah. The end.