[Satori WG Story] Big Sister’s Embiggening

Cooking With Satori

There was a problem at the Palace of Earth Spirits.

“Growl…”

Satori was hungry. Very hungry

It had all started when she had stumbled upon a book in a little visit to Patchouli. The thing that impressed her most in her little visit was Patchouli, who had definitely stopped being little a long time ago. Satori’s sight had been enveloped by an object most massive, mayhaps even more massive than your mother, a true blob of lard to compete amongst the truest balls of lard. A massive mass of ass as big as an ass’ ass asininely swinging as the top half only exists to consume everything in and out of sight… Such a sight was quite the unforgettable sight indeed.

Having seen Patchouli’s situation, and most importantly all the food surrounding her, Koishi had gotten curious on making a little something for herself. Not to indulge of course, Satori would just make a little treat for herself. With a borrowed cookbook she marched forth to manifest her destiny, her intent being to take the littlest of breaks with the littlest of snacks.

Of course, destiny had other machinations on Satori.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Satori noticed a problem: It’d be rude of her not to make something for the other inhabitants of the Palace of Earth Spirits. A fun time would be had by all, and Lady Satori donned her apron to make sure of that. A couple eggs, some flour, a whole load of butter, and a bit of mixing combined with an oven quickly resulted in a cake. Quite a large cake in fact, a large wheel of sweet baked dough without anything added on top of it at the moment. It had an appetizing smell emanating off it despite its plain nature.

So appetizing, in fact, that Satori decided to take a slice to conduct a taste test. The soft cake melted upon Satori’s tongue, an overwhelming mix of sugar and butter going down her gutter. It was too much in fact, many humans would have spat that cake back out, but Satori was satori. The first slice, oh so heavenly and delish, had made the rest of the cake seem absolutely irresistible. Resisted Satori not, for the sweet temptation of the cake broke down all barriers of common reason preventing one from doing such acts as “wolfing down an entire cake”. Down the fattening concoction of gluten and sugar went, down her throat into her belly where it sat.

Suddenly she felt heavy, heavier than she had ever felt in her life. At the bottom of her stomach lay a mushy pile of gluten, churning and breaking down as she sat… It was quite the experience, to say the least. Satori slid her hand under her shirt, rubbing her belly and feeling the food inside her move. That only made her hungrier, with a desire to fill herself more. If one cake felt this good, how about a second?

Seconds were made, with an emphasis on the “s” denoting the plural. Yes, Satori had baked multiple cakes for herself, unable to curtail her newfound gluttony. Lady Satori had been busy all her life with managing the palace and everything around it. This little break had perhaps made her find what had been missing all this time: a whole lot of sugar. Down these new cakes went, only greatening the mass inside her belly. Now her once flat belly bulged out, weighing her down even further… but Satori didn’t care. She threw another batch. This time her patience was thin, and the ladle constantly went into her mouth while mixing. Satori had consumed the whole cake mix before it even got a chance to make it to the oven

By the end, Satori had given up on the idea of cake. She mixed a bunch of flour, a bunch of sugar and a bunch of butter into a bowl, and gulped the entire thing down. It was much more convenient this way. With every gulp her stomach got heavier, as if it was on the edge of bursting, but Satori went on. And on, and on… Every gulp became a struggle to not let the contents of her stomach back out, but Satori was only focused on the sweet taste of sugar and even more sugar. “Gulp, gulp, gulp… U-uuorp!”

Unfortunately for Satori, the ingredients in the pantry had run out due to her wanton consumption. The only evidence left of her feast was a bulging belly, stretching her apron to her limits, and countless stains on her aforementioned apron. Lady Satori licked the last remaining spots of cream around her lips, letting out yet another loud “UOORP!” from between them.

With the cake being finished, Satori was left all alone with herself, and her own slow breaths in the room. She’d definitely have to get her pets to bring more ingredients to the pantry soon…

Feasting With Satori

[TO BE CONTINUED]