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The harpy swoops low, long black braids whipping out behind her as she sniffs at the air, searching for a morsel, something to quell her gurgling stomach. It has been too long since she last ate: a lone merchant pulling his cart through a narrow mountain pass provided enough food to leave her bloated and moaning, gloriously glutted and replete.

But alas, such feelings do not last, and so the gluttonous creature swoops on, hands pressed to her now much diminished stomach which growls in pangs of hunger.

What's that? Roasted oxen? Mead? Bread? Cheese? She catches the scent, a fresh barrage from her abdomen enough to banish any other thoughts from her mind, such as "why might such smells be coming from a temple?" And the perennial "will anyone mind if I break in through the balcony doors and devour all that I find inside?"

The flimsy doors of the upstairs balcony are no match for the sharp claws of her avian feet. She is inside, and as she glides to the floor she spies her prize- food enough to feed an entire village.

Unwatched

Unguarded

Hers for the taking.

The hungry harpy claps her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation for the meal she's about to dive into, but before she could she hears footsteps nearing the temple. She hisses in angry and swoops up perching onto a column high above.

The rusty doors creak open as a woman, who's clearly exhausted of life, drags her son by the arm walking towards pile. She's scolding him for holding back; the son apologizes, hanging his head down low. As they stop before the offering table and the boy sets down something. The mother is in the way, but by the smell of, it’s definitely the cooked hide of a cow. The harpy nearly drools, cackling internally at the foolish relatives, willingly leaving their tasty dishes behind.

She drops back down, blocking the door to make sure she doesn't get any more surprise visitors interrupting her feast.

Plates clatter to the floor, emptied of their contents. Platters are licked clean and scattered like the armor of some vanquished army. Flagons are drained, baskets torn and thrown aside, gourds ruptured, bones picked clean.

The heavy bar she has slid across the doorway does its job. The clamor inside rouses the guards, who can do nothing save for pounding on the temple's foot thick wooden doors, impregnable to their weapons.

Inside, a massacre occurs. The cow is upended and stripped of its meat in great greasy mouthfuls, the bones tossed aside among the others to form a great charnel heap.

Lips smack. Skin creaks. Bleaches ring out.

She has done it; the line harpy lets the final platter fall from her fingers with an almighty clatter, before she collapses backward onto one of the sturdy table.

Above her, dwarfing her utterly, towers a new monument at the heart of the temple. An altar to gluttony. Her belly.

The pallid dome lets out a vast gurgle, and she smiles a wicked, greedy smile.

Just wait till the others get a load of this...

The satisfied harpy enjoys the sounds of her belly gurgling and the guards clamoring, it was both relaxing and utterly satisfying. That is until she hears that one of guards noticed the open balcony door. Looks like now would be a good time for the harpy to make like a god and vanish.

The harpy stood, a difficult task given her guy keeps pushing her back down. Once up, she extends her wings wide, looking to the sky with determination, prepared to take off. As the flaps her wings and takes off, she realized that she hadn't taken one obvious thing into consideration, the giant orb that extended out of her. Like an anchor, her belly barely lifted an inch off the ground before it sent her plummeting down head first unto the pavement, shattering the ground. She could hear her stomach give audible complains to this torture that she's been foolishly putting it through. Another thing she heard was a crumble.

After rolling herself up, she realized that her slam to the ground did a bit more than crack a few tiles, it defined an architectural flaw in a large statue that was looming the had-been feast. The cracks in what was believed to be an opening small enough to consider harmless, spread throughout the leg and up the thigh.

The harpy was able to witness the statue in its whole. The pristine facial features, the beautiful robes that enveloped it, its thin features, but nothing stood out more than the large gut that stood proudly above the hips. It was then that the harpy realized, seconds before the statues collapsed and was reduced to rubble, that she was standing in the temple of the goddess of plenty. This goddess proudly represented the satisfied stomachs of all the Greeks who enjoyed their meals.

It also just hit this harpy that she just ate all the offerings and had just destroyed a statue of this goddess.

Oops

The harpy dragged herself ponderously backwards over the tiles floor, trying to put as much distance as she could between her tummy and the ruination she had just wrought on the temple and it's decorations. The statue came to rest in late alabaster fragments, the deep rumbles of its collapse sending a shockwave through the Harpy's belly, resulting in a horrendous barrage of complaints and groans from the over engorged balloon of a stomach.

"Hush, girl, Mamma's got you... Easy now..."

She cooed to her vast tummy, stroking it lovingly, maternally almost. She could picture the looks on the faces of the others when she finally managed to drag her bloated body back to the nest, all those hands reaching out to feel just how massively stuffed she was, the sheer adulation her tummy would receive...

She settled herself back against the steps leading up to the Dias, the altar at her back, her ballooned belly puffed out and planetary in front of her. Just a minute, she told herself, panting with both the exertion and the idea of her belly being worshipped; just a minute and then she would have to try again before any of the stupid humans found her in this condition.

The final chunk of the statue came to rest, throwing up a huge plume of dust. From within it, a shadow emerged, darker against the haze of masonry and fractured marble.

"Who goes there?" The harpy screeches, eyes narrowed, clawed feet flexing defensively. "Show yourself!"

"I think you know very well who," answered a female voice. As she stepped out of the cloud of ruble, her figure could be seen in full.

She was truly beautiful, contrasting all the grey haze that spread across the temple floor. Her skin look creamy yet her features were so perfect that it seemed as it were carved by the gods. Her body was slim and perfectly toned, truly something to wonder. Her very presence radiated, almost like she was glowing, lighting the place around her.

The harpy saw the intact head of the statue before returning her gaze to the stoned faced women; she recognized her. "Are you the goddess of plenty?" the harpy asked, maintaining her pose, ready to strike this intruder down.

"What could possibly make you doubt?" replied the goddess, crossing her arms and taking a step closer.

"For one, you seem to be missing a large gut, which is displayed on your statues," the harpy answered, drinking in her slim figure again. She didn't look at all ill.

"Oh my, you're absolutely correct," the goddess said, placing her hands to her face, faking a look of shock. "I need to hurry and eat the offerings that mortals have given me so I can grow into my grand figure!" she turned to the table, the smoke vanishing through the middle, allowing both of them view of the empty table. "Oh wait, that's right," she said turning to the harpy, "somebody ate it all!!"

"My goodness, what a terrible crime..." The harpy sniggers as she arched her back, showing off the full, luxurious curve of her heaving stomach, a slight red hue present around the shallow smudge that marked where her belly button had formerly resided before her binge had utterly obliterated it.

"As much as I don't want to give you advice, my friend..." The harpy girl grinned, from one mythological female to another, "If you want to go telling people that you're the goddess of plenty, maybe next time show up, you know, looking plentiful..." She cooed, waggling her tummy gently from side to side. "Otherwise some gorgeous creature like me will show up and steal your thunder. When they come bursting through that door they'll be looking for an imposter, and who're they going to think it is? The skinny waif or the owner of the most magnificent midriff you've ever seen? I mean look at me!" Her eyes were gluttonous slits as she drank in the visage of her colossally bloated waistline. "I'm huge! Look how fat I am, I'm the goddess of plenty!"

The goddess looks at the door, trembling with each impact the soldiers. She also heard the men escalating the temple walls, making their way to the balcony. The thieving harpy, though her acts traitorous, had a point. If they managed to enter, this nasty harpy would be recognized as the goddess of plenty, and what of her? Not only will she lose her credibility as goddess, but she'll be kicked out of Olympus for sure! She had to think of something quick.

She observed at the grandiose gut the harpy sported, observed its weak point, any signs of strain, some way to rid this harpy of her grand gut. It then hit her, of course, can't find a weak point? Make one.

"I do agree, you truly are huge, but... Can this gut really be considered that of a goddess of plenty? I mean look!" She grabbed a small statuette; this depicted the goddess holding onto her planetoid gut. Some would have mistaken this to just be a large stone orb. "Now tell me, people know I can get this big, obviously." she wiggled the small statuette, "Will they truly believe that a wannabe harpy, you, is their goddess, when me, the beautiful women who looks exactly like these statues, isn't?"

The harpy thought for a moment, drumming her fingers on her gently gurgling girth.

"You know your problem? You think humans are clever. Look at all these statues, what's the first thing that catches your eye?"

She extended a wing outward to point at one of the many near identical statues ringing the temple interior. Massive stone monuments to the practice of eating until visibly about to pop, they all had one very prominent feature in common.

"They'll be too busy staring at my magnificent tummy to notice, by the time they realize I don't look too much like the statues you'll be long gone and I’ll be so fat my belly fills the entire temple!"

With her last exhalation, her belly let out a peculiar moan of protest, before visibly bulging for a second, as if all her abdominal muscles clenched. A look of fear trembled on her face for a mere moment before the spasm passed, though as her girth relaxed it expanded outward by a few inches, swelling larger and riper like some wondrous fruit.

"It likes that idea..." She cooed, stroking it, her arrogance returned, "My soon to be regal stomach..."

The goddess sucked her teeth as she witnessed the belly suffering under the bad treatment its owner. She tapped her chin pensively before grinning. "These statues also have one thing in common," she began, "size wise, they're all bigger than you."

She strutted up to the mountainous gut, giving it a hard pat near the smooth sensitive area colored in red, hearing the belly give out pained groans as it suffers through the harsh pat.

"But that can be fixed," she comments, "I think you know how."

"Careful where you put those hands, the holy belly isn't some mere bauble..." The harpy threatened, ignoring the plaintiff gurgles from within her cram-packed abdomen.

"You think I'm afraid of letting my tummy reach its full potential?" She gazed up at the looming belly of one of the effigies, "why, I could grow to many times this size without worry." The harpy boasted, puffing out her belly proudly, the surface rising to meet the goddess's fingertips. "I could put your past feats of fecundity to shame, mine is truly the largest stomach there has ever been!"

"Oh, why that's fantastic to hear. Lucky for you, I know the perfect way for you prove yourself worthy to hold the "goddess of plenty" title."

The goddess snapped her fingers and a new cloud spread across the floor, much whiter than the smog that was once her pristine statue. As the cloud settle down, it reveal tables surrounding her and the gluttonous harpy, each filled with plates and plates of food, food that would only seem fit to be dimed by gods. "You say you can grow bigger? Very well then, prove it. Prove that you are a better fit to be the goddess of plenty than me." The goddess smiles mischievously, convinced that she has won this once and for all.

The harpy swallows deeply, before eyeing the goddess. She knows there's only one possible way out if this situation: to grow so large the guards outside will think her the true deity of plenty and banish the original occupant. She sure as Hades isn’t flying out the balcony door anytime soon, especially given how bloated she is.

She narrows her eyes and licks her lips. "Oh, I will." She grins as she reaches for the first plate and tips it wholesale into her maw. She eats

And eats,

And eats.

And as she eats she grows. Subtly at first, but with a creak of stretching skin she begins to expand, the circumference of her tummy creeping outward inch by fattened inch.

The goddess stepped back as she witness the harpy eating and growing. If this harpy truly does ear all this, she's going to need a contingency plan. She reaches for a statue of her, pointing sharply skyward, this will work perfectly.
She hid the object behind and leaned on a column, waiting for this ravenous harpy's gut to give out or for her to finish the meal, whichever comes first.

"Guhh-" the harpy moaned, heavy lidded eyes staring downward at her stomach as it made a sound like a sinkhole draining a swamp. "A-Admit it..." She moaned, one hand supporting a huge leg of roasted boar, the other gripping her turgid midriff, "I'm... The fattest... Ever..." She managed through labored breaths, her forehead beading with sweat at the exertion of fitting the feast into her tummy. She'd made a sizeable dent into the feast already, though there was still a phenomenal amount of food to get through, and her belly had begun to take on a glazed, shiny look. She moaned in pleasure as grease dripped down her heaving flanks, liberally coating her gut with fatty meat juice, in her head visions of the worship and reverence visited on her divine girth danced, images of just how enormously fat she would become spurring on her frightening gluttony.

CREEEEEEAAAAAAKKKK!

Her belly had begun to protest, loudly.

The goddess was shocked, this harpy looked fit to burst and she was getting lip from her. No, no, no! This won't do! Not one bit.
She gripped the statue tightly, ready to puncture the overfilled balloon and empty all of its contents onto the temple grounds. But she shouldn't, sure this harpy may be the biggest mortal this goddess has laid her eyes on, but bigger than a god? Not likely. As satisfying as it would be for the goddess to pop this disbeliever, watching her face as she realizes that she has failed will be all the more rewarding.

"Yes, yes, I'll admit...," the goddess began, circling the engorged orb, watching as it gave signs of strain and defeat, "you are indeed the biggest mortal I've ever seen. As a goddess, I'm truly amazed that someone is trying to size herself up to me. I applaud you... On your attempt." She smiles, putting her hands together and striking a pose similar to that of the statue. "Please, do entertain me more with your... Feeble attempts."

"F-Feeble?!" The harpy crowed, her gargantuan paunch protesting with almost the same volume she had mustered. "What ab-UUUUURP!-about this is feeble?!" She patted her tummy, and then a look of shock as a sound like tearing canvas groaned out from somewhere deep within the core of her horrendously over ripe abdomen.

"I need... I need to rest..." She whimpered as she panted, her legs splayed wide to accommodate her quivering girth, now several feet across at its widest point. "I feel... I almost... No..." She said in a small, almost pathetic voice as she held on to the monolithic swell with both hands.

"I can't pop. My tummy wouldn't dare."

Even as she said it, the skin creaked ominously, managing to hold itself together, though with another deep, worrying sound from within her the skin around her navel grew a deeper shade of red, stretch marks rippling out in sudden fiery slashes, fanning out from the apex of her gut before, with a sudden POP!

...her navel inverted, protruding in a tiny fleshy nub from her mountain sized stomach.

The goddess, who smiled believing the harpy has finally met its end, flinched to the sound of her navel popping out, before realizing the disappointing news. Her shoulders hunched down, and scowled at the unbelievable luck this harpy is pressing against. She growing tired of this, yet this harpy looked one morsel away from blowing her chances of achieving her dreams. She had to think of something, something that will cause this harpy to take her last bite, tipping her monstrous gut past the limit.

Clearing her throat, the goddess spoke up, "Rest if you must, I admit I too had to rest after I indulged in meals twice this size," she chuckled, remembering those times, she walked to where she could get a view of the harpy's head, leaning against the taut orb as it gave pained noises, "then again, I only rested because it was time to sleep, not because my mortal body couldn't take anymore. You're a lucky one; I always wondered what it must feel to not be able to eat another bite." She nodded, playing an act, "Oh well, I guess it’s just one of the things that comes with being a god." She shrugged, smiling at the harpy.

"Silence! I will not be mocked in my own temple!"

For a second, everything was silent. A tomb like hush descended on the space as the last reverberations of her sudden outburst rippled through the hallowed hall, the stones themselves seeming to sing for the merest of seconds.

She reached for a lone apple on a silver platter, brought it to her plump lips and took a full, juicy bite.

She chewed, once, twice, crunching the fruit between her teeth, working it around her mouth.

She savored the taste, before she swallowed it.

The rumble began the moment it hit her over packed stomach, her eyes were wide, her bosom heaving with every pant.

"Admit it... I'm the fattest!" She said, completely ignoring what was happening inside her, before there was another deep, ripping sound from within her.

"What... What's happening to my tummy?!" She whimpered as the surface shook beneath her fingertips

"Yes!" the goddess began cheering, overjoyed by the disturbed orb, "You took one bite too many, you annoying fat brat! Ha! Finally!"

The goddess danced around the swollen harpy, throwing her hands in the air, and spinning around and around as her gown waved through the air. The time she's been hoping for has finally arrived. "Yes! I'm still the goddess!!"

"I... I've done no such -ugh!- thing!" The harpy protests, clutching her lurching belly as it quivers and groans, the trembling vibrations passing through the stones of the floor, seeming to shake the very foundations themselves. "I can't... My belly... It can't betray me..."

She turns to the dancing goddess, her face changed to a mask of rage and absolute madness. "You... What did you do to me...? To my belly... What have you done?!"

"Who? Little Ol' me?" the goddess innocently asked, "I didn't do anything. YOU said you can grow bigger than me, YOU choose to eat the food I offered, YOU were the one who took the last." the goddess began walking close to the overstuffed, vibrating harpy, "if anything, it was YOU," she pointed out, jabbing her finger into the enormous gut, barely leaving a dent into the taut skin, "who did this to yourself!"

With a speed that belied her vast size, the harpy shot out a hand and grasped the goddess by the wrist, jerking her arm around and pulling her so that she tumbled, ending up with body pressed to the explosively over packed dome, her face peeking over the top, eye to eye with the harpy.

"You're... You're going to find out... What it's like... To bite off more than you can chew..." She sneered through panting, threatening breaths, the entire orb of her belly straining with each intake of air. "I'm taking you down with me!" She roared, before arching her back and puffing out her tummy with all her might.

The goddess eyes widen in surprise, was this bloated harpy serious? This can't possibly work, can it? Mortal can't kill gods. Mythical creatures... mythical creatures can't either, right? The goddess began pulling frantically, not wanting to know the answer to her own questions. "You're absolutely crazy! Let me go! This... this won't work! Believe me! You're wasting your time!" The goddess was helplessly caught in this bloated harpy's grip, this chick meant business.

The walls of the temples shook as ground beneath it was becoming unsettled due to the over-packed belly, shaking and straining under the immense pressure its holding. This crazy harpy was going to blow this whole temple down. The goddess's shrine, her main source of food, offer or sacrificed by her worshipers, destroyed. Truly, this is the worst day of this goddess's life, truly.

"Oh... Oh Gods.... My tummy... Nggggghhh... I'm bursting... It's happening!"

That was how it ended, with that one line. The Harpy's stomach burst with a sound like the thunder at the end of the world, a terrible sound, a final sound. A great fissure opened up in that gargantuan orb, a belly fueled by blasphemous desire and wicked lust, an embodiment of gluttony and overstepping ones limits. The fissure ruptured with an almighty bang, splitting her belly from chest to loins, bisecting her protruding navel.

The goddess was engulfed in the blast, a terrible thing no being could hope to emerge from unscathed.

Not to say it killed her.

The men who came to the temple after the rumble had died down pried out the rubble from where the ceiling had collapsed were met with a strange sight indeed.

"Hello boys... You took your time..."

Skin like ivory. Coal black eyes. Hair the color of emerald grass.

And the most enormous stomach they had ever seen.

"Well well, looks like I'm going to need myself a temple..." The new creature laughed as the men fell on their knees, her hands cradling her vast girth as she laughed, and a new and much darker age began.

Description
The harpy swoops low, long black braids whipping out behind her as she sniffs at the air, searching for a morsel, something to quell her gurgling stomach. It has been too long since she last ate: a lone merchant pulling his cart through a narrow mountain pass provided enough food to leave her bloated and moaning, gloriously glutted and replete.

But alas, such feelings do not last, and so the gluttonous creature swoops on, hands pressed to her now much diminished stomach which growls in pangs of hunger.

What's that? Roasted oxen? Mead? Bread? Cheese? She catches the scent, a fresh barrage from her abdomen enough to banish any other thoughts from her mind, such as "why might such smells be coming from a temple?" And the perennial "will anyone mind if I break in through the balcony doors and devour all that I find inside?"

The flimsy doors of the upstairs balcony are no match for the sharp claws of her avian feet. She is inside, and as she glides to the floor she spies her prize- food enough to feed an entire village.

Unwatched

Unguarded

Hers for the taking.

The hungry harpy claps her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation for the meal she's about to dive into, but before she could she hears footsteps nearing the temple. She hisses in angry and swoops up perching onto a column high above.

The rusty doors creak open as a woman, who's clearly exhausted of life, drags her son by the arm walking towards pile. She's scolding him for holding back; the son apologizes, hanging his head down low. As they stop before the offering table and the boy sets down something. The mother is in the way, but by the smell of, it’s definitely the cooked hide of a cow. The harpy nearly drools, cackling internally at the foolish relatives, willingly leaving their tasty dishes behind.

She drops back down, blocking the door to make sure she doesn't get any more surprise visitors interrupting her feast.

Plates clatter to the floor, emptied of their contents. Platters are licked clean and scattered like the armor of some vanquished army. Flagons are drained, baskets torn and thrown aside, gourds ruptured, bones picked clean.

The heavy bar she has slid across the doorway does its job. The clamor inside rouses the guards, who can do nothing save for pounding on the temple's foot thick wooden doors, impregnable to their weapons.

Inside, a massacre occurs. The cow is upended and stripped of its meat in great greasy mouthfuls, the bones tossed aside among the others to form a great charnel heap.

Lips smack. Skin creaks. Bleaches ring out.

She has done it; the line harpy lets the final platter fall from her fingers with an almighty clatter, before she collapses backward onto one of the sturdy table.

Above her, dwarfing her utterly, towers a new monument at the heart of the temple. An altar to gluttony. Her belly.

The pallid dome lets out a vast gurgle, and she smiles a wicked, greedy smile.

Just wait till the others get a load of this...

The satisfied harpy enjoys the sounds of her belly gurgling and the guards clamoring, it was both relaxing and utterly satisfying. That is until she hears that one of guards noticed the open balcony door. Looks like now would be a good time for the harpy to make like a god and vanish.

The harpy stood, a difficult task given her guy keeps pushing her back down. Once up, she extends her wings wide, looking to the sky with determination, prepared to take off. As the flaps her wings and takes off, she realized that she hadn't taken one obvious thing into consideration, the giant orb that extended out of her. Like an anchor, her belly barely lifted an inch off the ground before it sent her plummeting down head first unto the pavement, shattering the ground. She could hear her stomach give audible complains to this torture that she's been foolishly putting it through. Another thing she heard was a crumble.

After rolling herself up, she realized that her slam to the ground did a bit more than crack a few tiles, it defined an architectural flaw in a large statue that was looming the had-been feast. The cracks in what was believed to be an opening small enough to consider harmless, spread throughout the leg and up the thigh.

The harpy was able to witness the statue in its whole. The pristine facial features, the beautiful robes that enveloped it, its thin features, but nothing stood out more than the large gut that stood proudly above the hips. It was then that the harpy realized, seconds before the statues collapsed and was reduced to rubble, that she was standing in the temple of the goddess of plenty. This goddess proudly represented the satisfied stomachs of all the Greeks who enjoyed their meals.

It also just hit this harpy that she just ate all the offerings and had just destroyed a statue of this goddess.

Oops

The harpy dragged herself ponderously backwards over the tiles floor, trying to put as much distance as she could between her tummy and the ruination she had just wrought on the temple and it's decorations. The statue came to rest in late alabaster fragments, the deep rumbles of its collapse sending a shockwave through the Harpy's belly, resulting in a horrendous barrage of complaints and groans from the over engorged balloon of a stomach.

"Hush, girl, Mamma's got you... Easy now..."

She cooed to her vast tummy, stroking it lovingly, maternally almost. She could picture the looks on the faces of the others when she finally managed to drag her bloated body back to the nest, all those hands reaching out to feel just how massively stuffed she was, the sheer adulation her tummy would receive...

She settled herself back against the steps leading up to the Dias, the altar at her back, her ballooned belly puffed out and planetary in front of her. Just a minute, she told herself, panting with both the exertion and the idea of her belly being worshipped; just a minute and then she would have to try again before any of the stupid humans found her in this condition.

The final chunk of the statue came to rest, throwing up a huge plume of dust. From within it, a shadow emerged, darker against the haze of masonry and fractured marble.

"Who goes there?" The harpy screeches, eyes narrowed, clawed feet flexing defensively. "Show yourself!"

"I think you know very well who," answered a female voice. As she stepped out of the cloud of ruble, her figure could be seen in full.

She was truly beautiful, contrasting all the grey haze that spread across the temple floor. Her skin look creamy yet her features were so perfect that it seemed as it were carved by the gods. Her body was slim and perfectly toned, truly something to wonder. Her very presence radiated, almost like she was glowing, lighting the place around her.

The harpy saw the intact head of the statue before returning her gaze to the stoned faced women; she recognized her. "Are you the goddess of plenty?" the harpy asked, maintaining her pose, ready to strike this intruder down.

"What could possibly make you doubt?" replied the goddess, crossing her arms and taking a step closer.

"For one, you seem to be missing a large gut, which is displayed on your statues," the harpy answered, drinking in her slim figure again. She didn't look at all ill.

"Oh my, you're absolutely correct," the goddess said, placing her hands to her face, faking a look of shock. "I need to hurry and eat the offerings that mortals have given me so I can grow into my grand figure!" she turned to the table, the smoke vanishing through the middle, allowing both of them view of the empty table. "Oh wait, that's right," she said turning to the harpy, "somebody ate it all!!"

"My goodness, what a terrible crime..." The harpy sniggers as she arched her back, showing off the full, luxurious curve of her heaving stomach, a slight red hue present around the shallow smudge that marked where her belly button had formerly resided before her binge had utterly obliterated it.

"As much as I don't want to give you advice, my friend..." The harpy girl grinned, from one mythological female to another, "If you want to go telling people that you're the goddess of plenty, maybe next time show up, you know, looking plentiful..." She cooed, waggling her tummy gently from side to side. "Otherwise some gorgeous creature like me will show up and steal your thunder. When they come bursting through that door they'll be looking for an imposter, and who're they going to think it is? The skinny waif or the owner of the most magnificent midriff you've ever seen? I mean look at me!" Her eyes were gluttonous slits as she drank in the visage of her colossally bloated waistline. "I'm huge! Look how fat I am, I'm the goddess of plenty!"

The goddess looks at the door, trembling with each impact the soldiers. She also heard the men escalating the temple walls, making their way to the balcony. The thieving harpy, though her acts traitorous, had a point. If they managed to enter, this nasty harpy would be recognized as the goddess of plenty, and what of her? Not only will she lose her credibility as goddess, but she'll be kicked out of Olympus for sure! She had to think of something quick.

She observed at the grandiose gut the harpy sported, observed its weak point, any signs of strain, some way to rid this harpy of her grand gut. It then hit her, of course, can't find a weak point? Make one.

"I do agree, you truly are huge, but... Can this gut really be considered that of a goddess of plenty? I mean look!" She grabbed a small statuette; this depicted the goddess holding onto her planetoid gut. Some would have mistaken this to just be a large stone orb. "Now tell me, people know I can get this big, obviously." she wiggled the small statuette, "Will they truly believe that a wannabe harpy, you, is their goddess, when me, the beautiful women who looks exactly like these statues, isn't?"

The harpy thought for a moment, drumming her fingers on her gently gurgling girth.

"You know your problem? You think humans are clever. Look at all these statues, what's the first thing that catches your eye?"

She extended a wing outward to point at one of the many near identical statues ringing the temple interior. Massive stone monuments to the practice of eating until visibly about to pop, they all had one very prominent feature in common.

"They'll be too busy staring at my magnificent tummy to notice, by the time they realize I don't look too much like the statues you'll be long gone and I’ll be so fat my belly fills the entire temple!"

With her last exhalation, her belly let out a peculiar moan of protest, before visibly bulging for a second, as if all her abdominal muscles clenched. A look of fear trembled on her face for a mere moment before the spasm passed, though as her girth relaxed it expanded outward by a few inches, swelling larger and riper like some wondrous fruit.

"It likes that idea..." She cooed, stroking it, her arrogance returned, "My soon to be regal stomach..."

The goddess sucked her teeth as she witnessed the belly suffering under the bad treatment its owner. She tapped her chin pensively before grinning. "These statues also have one thing in common," she began, "size wise, they're all bigger than you."

She strutted up to the mountainous gut, giving it a hard pat near the smooth sensitive area colored in red, hearing the belly give out pained groans as it suffers through the harsh pat.

"But that can be fixed," she comments, "I think you know how."

"Careful where you put those hands, the holy belly isn't some mere bauble..." The harpy threatened, ignoring the plaintiff gurgles from within her cram-packed abdomen.

"You think I'm afraid of letting my tummy reach its full potential?" She gazed up at the looming belly of one of the effigies, "why, I could grow to many times this size without worry." The harpy boasted, puffing out her belly proudly, the surface rising to meet the goddess's fingertips. "I could put your past feats of fecundity to shame, mine is truly the largest stomach there has ever been!"

"Oh, why that's fantastic to hear. Lucky for you, I know the perfect way for you prove yourself worthy to hold the "goddess of plenty" title."

The goddess snapped her fingers and a new cloud spread across the floor, much whiter than the smog that was once her pristine statue. As the cloud settle down, it reveal tables surrounding her and the gluttonous harpy, each filled with plates and plates of food, food that would only seem fit to be dimed by gods. "You say you can grow bigger? Very well then, prove it. Prove that you are a better fit to be the goddess of plenty than me." The goddess smiles mischievously, convinced that she has won this once and for all.

The harpy swallows deeply, before eyeing the goddess. She knows there's only one possible way out if this situation: to grow so large the guards outside will think her the true deity of plenty and banish the original occupant. She sure as Hades isn’t flying out the balcony door anytime soon, especially given how bloated she is.

She narrows her eyes and licks her lips. "Oh, I will." She grins as she reaches for the first plate and tips it wholesale into her maw. She eats

And eats,

And eats.

And as she eats she grows. Subtly at first, but with a creak of stretching skin she begins to expand, the circumference of her tummy creeping outward inch by fattened inch.

The goddess stepped back as she witness the harpy eating and growing. If this harpy truly does ear all this, she's going to need a contingency plan. She reaches for a statue of her, pointing sharply skyward, this will work perfectly.
She hid the object behind and leaned on a column, waiting for this ravenous harpy's gut to give out or for her to finish the meal, whichever comes first.

"Guhh-" the harpy moaned, heavy lidded eyes staring downward at her stomach as it made a sound like a sinkhole draining a swamp. "A-Admit it..." She moaned, one hand supporting a huge leg of roasted boar, the other gripping her turgid midriff, "I'm... The fattest... Ever..." She managed through labored breaths, her forehead beading with sweat at the exertion of fitting the feast into her tummy. She'd made a sizeable dent into the feast already, though there was still a phenomenal amount of food to get through, and her belly had begun to take on a glazed, shiny look. She moaned in pleasure as grease dripped down her heaving flanks, liberally coating her gut with fatty meat juice, in her head visions of the worship and reverence visited on her divine girth danced, images of just how enormously fat she would become spurring on her frightening gluttony.

CREEEEEEAAAAAAKKKK!

Her belly had begun to protest, loudly.

The goddess was shocked, this harpy looked fit to burst and she was getting lip from her. No, no, no! This won't do! Not one bit.
She gripped the statue tightly, ready to puncture the overfilled balloon and empty all of its contents onto the temple grounds. But she shouldn't, sure this harpy may be the biggest mortal this goddess has laid her eyes on, but bigger than a god? Not likely. As satisfying as it would be for the goddess to pop this disbeliever, watching her face as she realizes that she has failed will be all the more rewarding.

"Yes, yes, I'll admit...," the goddess began, circling the engorged orb, watching as it gave signs of strain and defeat, "you are indeed the biggest mortal I've ever seen. As a goddess, I'm truly amazed that someone is trying to size herself up to me. I applaud you... On your attempt." She smiles, putting her hands together and striking a pose similar to that of the statue. "Please, do entertain me more with your... Feeble attempts."

"F-Feeble?!" The harpy crowed, her gargantuan paunch protesting with almost the same volume she had mustered. "What ab-UUUUURP!-about this is feeble?!" She patted her tummy, and then a look of shock as a sound like tearing canvas groaned out from somewhere deep within the core of her horrendously over ripe abdomen.

"I need... I need to rest..." She whimpered as she panted, her legs splayed wide to accommodate her quivering girth, now several feet across at its widest point. "I feel... I almost... No..." She said in a small, almost pathetic voice as she held on to the monolithic swell with both hands.

"I can't pop. My tummy wouldn't dare."

Even as she said it, the skin creaked ominously, managing to hold itself together, though with another deep, worrying sound from within her the skin around her navel grew a deeper shade of red, stretch marks rippling out in sudden fiery slashes, fanning out from the apex of her gut before, with a sudden POP!

...her navel inverted, protruding in a tiny fleshy nub from her mountain sized stomach.

The goddess, who smiled believing the harpy has finally met its end, flinched to the sound of her navel popping out, before realizing the disappointing news. Her shoulders hunched down, and scowled at the unbelievable luck this harpy is pressing against. She growing tired of this, yet this harpy looked one morsel away from blowing her chances of achieving her dreams. She had to think of something, something that will cause this harpy to take her last bite, tipping her monstrous gut past the limit.

Clearing her throat, the goddess spoke up, "Rest if you must, I admit I too had to rest after I indulged in meals twice this size," she chuckled, remembering those times, she walked to where she could get a view of the harpy's head, leaning against the taut orb as it gave pained noises, "then again, I only rested because it was time to sleep, not because my mortal body couldn't take anymore. You're a lucky one; I always wondered what it must feel to not be able to eat another bite." She nodded, playing an act, "Oh well, I guess it’s just one of the things that comes with being a god." She shrugged, smiling at the harpy.

"Silence! I will not be mocked in my own temple!"

For a second, everything was silent. A tomb like hush descended on the space as the last reverberations of her sudden outburst rippled through the hallowed hall, the stones themselves seeming to sing for the merest of seconds.

She reached for a lone apple on a silver platter, brought it to her plump lips and took a full, juicy bite.

She chewed, once, twice, crunching the fruit between her teeth, working it around her mouth.

She savored the taste, before she swallowed it.

The rumble began the moment it hit her over packed stomach, her eyes were wide, her bosom heaving with every pant.

"Admit it... I'm the fattest!" She said, completely ignoring what was happening inside her, before there was another deep, ripping sound from within her.

"What... What's happening to my tummy?!" She whimpered as the surface shook beneath her fingertips

"Yes!" the goddess began cheering, overjoyed by the disturbed orb, "You took one bite too many, you annoying fat brat! Ha! Finally!"

The goddess danced around the swollen harpy, throwing her hands in the air, and spinning around and around as her gown waved through the air. The time she's been hoping for has finally arrived. "Yes! I'm still the goddess!!"

"I... I've done no such -ugh!- thing!" The harpy protests, clutching her lurching belly as it quivers and groans, the trembling vibrations passing through the stones of the floor, seeming to shake the very foundations themselves. "I can't... My belly... It can't betray me..."

She turns to the dancing goddess, her face changed to a mask of rage and absolute madness. "You... What did you do to me...? To my belly... What have you done?!"

"Who? Little Ol' me?" the goddess innocently asked, "I didn't do anything. YOU said you can grow bigger than me, YOU choose to eat the food I offered, YOU were the one who took the last." the goddess began walking close to the overstuffed, vibrating harpy, "if anything, it was YOU," she pointed out, jabbing her finger into the enormous gut, barely leaving a dent into the taut skin, "who did this to yourself!"

With a speed that belied her vast size, the harpy shot out a hand and grasped the goddess by the wrist, jerking her arm around and pulling her so that she tumbled, ending up with body pressed to the explosively over packed dome, her face peeking over the top, eye to eye with the harpy.

"You're... You're going to find out... What it's like... To bite off more than you can chew..." She sneered through panting, threatening breaths, the entire orb of her belly straining with each intake of air. "I'm taking you down with me!" She roared, before arching her back and puffing out her tummy with all her might.

The goddess eyes widen in surprise, was this bloated harpy serious? This can't possibly work, can it? Mortal can't kill gods. Mythical creatures... mythical creatures can't either, right? The goddess began pulling frantically, not wanting to know the answer to her own questions. "You're absolutely crazy! Let me go! This... this won't work! Believe me! You're wasting your time!" The goddess was helplessly caught in this bloated harpy's grip, this chick meant business.

The walls of the temples shook as ground beneath it was becoming unsettled due to the over-packed belly, shaking and straining under the immense pressure its holding. This crazy harpy was going to blow this whole temple down. The goddess's shrine, her main source of food, offer or sacrificed by her worshipers, destroyed. Truly, this is the worst day of this goddess's life, truly.

"Oh... Oh Gods.... My tummy... Nggggghhh... I'm bursting... It's happening!"

That was how it ended, with that one line. The Harpy's stomach burst with a sound like the thunder at the end of the world, a terrible sound, a final sound. A great fissure opened up in that gargantuan orb, a belly fueled by blasphemous desire and wicked lust, an embodiment of gluttony and overstepping ones limits. The fissure ruptured with an almighty bang, splitting her belly from chest to loins, bisecting her protruding navel.

The goddess was engulfed in the blast, a terrible thing no being could hope to emerge from unscathed.

Not to say it killed her.

The men who came to the temple after the rumble had died down pried out the rubble from where the ceiling had collapsed were met with a strange sight indeed.

"Hello boys... You took your time..."

Skin like ivory. Coal black eyes. Hair the color of emerald grass.

And the most enormous stomach they had ever seen.

"Well well, looks like I'm going to need myself a temple..." The new creature laughed as the men fell on their knees, her hands cradling her vast girth as she laughed, and a new and much darker age began.