Fat Lover's Paradise (2024)

Tales of the Fha-Tti: Adiposiah’s Blessing Part 1

The first rays of sunset shone brightly through the wide leaves of a tall palm tree and onto Kha’liah’s face, warming her soft sunkissed cheeks. She was laying peacefully on a bed of leaves she gathered just outside the festival grounds, arms folded across her chest with a content smile resting on her face. Her eyes were closed but she was not sleeping; just enjoying the gentle breeze, listening to the steady crashing of distant waves and the sound of merriment nearby. She could hear the excited disjointed conversations of the women of the village weaving baskets and preparing the spices and seasonings for the upcoming feast;the laughter of rambunctious children chasing each other and playing games. She heard the melodic angelic voices of the village songstresses singing fertility goddess Adiposiah’s praises; heard the the grunts and jovial jests of the men nearby setting up tents and spits over hot coals for the fire pits. Some families had already began cooking as she could hear the sizzling of meats and veggies, smell the intoxicating aromas of roasted beef and chicken, bubbling soups and stews and of course she couldn’t mistake the smell of her favorite meal: slow roasted thickboar seasoned with fire pepper, garnished in salt leaf finished with a sweet aquaberry drizzle. She’d always like to add a side of her father’s famous roasted potatoes with it. Her stomach groaned in response to the sweet aroma gracing her nostrils. She giggled and pat her flat tummy. “Soon, tummy, soon”. A soft sigh of contentment blew from her lungs like the gentle tropical winds blew through her hair.

She loved her life on the island of Fha-Tten-Nup: a beautifully scenic remote island undiscovered by outsiders, unplagued by war or conflict and home to a culture many people in our time would not believe. For on this island not only is it widely accepted for women to be plus-sized but it was customary and a way of life for the women of this island to be voluptuously full-bodied with wide hips and huge bellies; some fully rounded, others heavy hanging apron bellies. These islanders, called the Fha-Tti, were the living embodiment of “bigger is better” as they believed that women of larger, more portly stature were more aesthetically pleasing and blessed with more nourishment and nutrition for their children. They believed that women with larger bellies had more room in her womb for a growing baby. But above all bigger women on this island were hailed as sensual Demi-goddesses; daughters of the fertility goddess herself embodying her promiscuous nature. Not to mention food and feasting were just prominent parts of their culture as well as casual frequent sex. Keeping the men strong and fit to hunt to feed their growing wives. Kha’liah was a beautiful young woman at the crisp age of 20. Despite herself having not yet achieved the stature most of the men of Fha-Tten-Nup would find desirable she had already wed her childhood friend Maltekh a week ago. Now her doting husband, Maltekh assures her he loves her the way she is but that this year was their year. The year that Adiposiah would choose Kha’liah as her vessel and bestow upon them her blessing of fertility in both body and harvest; gauranteeing the young couple amazing intimacy, the start of a family and lush bountiful crops for the whole year. But there was a catch: in order to receive Adiposiah’s full blessing the husband must be able to sexually satisfy the goddess while she inhabits the wife’s body. A feat that only few have achieved.

Since Kha’liah was a child she had only heard about what goes on at the Ceremony of Adiposiah’s blessing. “The Choosing” it was deemed-the part of the festival meant only for the eyes of those of age. She’d never forget the wonder she beheld the year she became of age and was finally able to attend The Choosing. The woman that Adiposiah chose as her vessel would go through an amazing transformation in which her body would grow and take on the unfathomably plump, and irresistibly reubenesque figure of the Goddess herself. That year Adiposiah had blessed an older couple struggling to bear children- A laughflower farmer and his wife Nestis. Kha’liah’s jaw nearly hit the ground when she witnessed Nestis’ bare breasts swell into two gargantuan mounds of flesh likened to overripe watermelons fit to bursting. Her slightly pudgy belly ballooned into a mountainously huge and fully rounded belly like that of a heavily expectant mother who’s term kept progressing. Her hips widened so much the belt of beads she wore around her waist snapped and her lace leaf skirt dropped, leaving her completely nude. Her buttocks and thighs swelled and billowed as well till she could use her ass cheeks as a shelf; her thighs eclipsed her womanhood and protruded outward. Her husband didn’t even try to hide his throbbing erection and later that night the village was filled with her cries of ecstasy. She and her husband went on to have triplets and were the island’s main source of laughflower, mooberries and sugar leaf that year. Kha’liah didn’t care much for the agricultural blessing. To her the best part of the ceremony was becoming the goddess. Ever since learning the truth about The Choosing she had purposefully stayed as petite as possible. She wanted to see just how big she’d grow should Adiposiah choose her. She wanted so fervently to feel her body be filled to the brim with Adiposiah’s likeness. She wanted to feel her small bosoms bloom tight and taut with divine milk flowing from her sensitive nipples and her belly distend into her arms, she wanted to look down at her hips and thighs as they rolled and bulged, running her hands between her thighs as they plumpened. She wanted to feel Maltekh’s thick girthy co*ck pumping her fat bulbous ass from behind. The thought of it all made her cheeks flush rose red and she felt her womanhood throb.

She propped herself up on her elbows and did a quick survey of her surroundings. The people of the village were all still occupied preparing for the festivities and she hadn’t told her family where she snuck off to- this was her private little nook under the cover of the palm trees surrounded by a thicket of titanweed stalks. Once she saw that the coast was clear she lay back down closed her eyes and imagined herself being chosen. Feeling the spirit of Adiposiah flowing into her body, feeling the power of feminine fertility and majesty radiating from her swelling body. She began to gyrate her hips thinking about her tit* in her hands, swelling up with milk, her little bum ballooning up and her thighs getting plump and soft. A quiet wimper escaped her lips. She was just about to slip her hand down beneath her skirt of lace leaves when she heard little footsteps scurrying in her direction. She shot up startled and flustered to see her little sister of 8, Nattiah, burst through the titanweed thicket excitedly exclaiming “KHA’LIAH! KHA’LIAH! THE FESTIVAL IS ABOUT TO START! COME ON!”

Kha’liah let out an exasperated sigh as she fell back into her bed of leaves and looked up into the clear blue sky “Ugh, Nattiah, you have the worst timing.” Nattiah giggled, plopped down at Kha’liah’s side and started poking her arm with a lafresca stem