Really? How could this happen? Of all the possibilities, I ended up with my boat smashing up against some rocks, and having to straddle a splinter of what was left only to end up on a tiny volcanic island. Thankful it seemed to be flourishing with life, despite the ominous rumbles from the volcano.

I wondered about on the island, dehydrated, exhausted, and shaken from my endeavors in search of food and shelter. Fruit was bountiful, and there were even wild hogs scattered in the jungle. I knew I'd be okay for a while as far as food, but where would I sleep? I eventually stumbled upon a small clearing, looking like the earth had been trampled recently by a large group. To my surprise, the island wasn't as empty as I had anticipated! The natives all seemed to welcome me with warm smiles and firm hugs. I was flattered, to say the least! Though, my gut betrayed me in front of dozens of humble villagers and rumbled louder than the seismic activity around the island. Everything fell silent.

All of those eyes gazed upon me. We may not have spoken the same tongue, but I read those eyes easily as a billboard; they were in awe. Suddenly, I found myself being raised above the crowds as they carried me to the center of the clearing to a large stone fixture that resembled a massive throne. As they plopped me in it I began to try and question what was going on only to find my curious maw pummeled and stuffed with various fruits! I didn't know how to react, but my starving belly swayed me to go with this for now. Perhaps it was a welcoming ritual?

After merely minutes of this, I was feeling as if I could burst by breathing alone, my belly protruding out significantly, but no matter how much I pushed their eager paws away, they slipped food stuffs in my mouth, and when it was drizzling out the side, they shoved it to the back of my throat and forced me to swallow! Needless to say, my body was struggling to cope and soon I found myself limp and unable to hold my eyes open, quickly passing out.

When I awoke, I didn't recall what exactly had occurred. The pangs of a gluttonous meal brought those vivid images right back to my mind though as I let out a belch that shook the palms surrounding the clearing and frightened off the birds! I didn't feel relieved in the least. I didn't feel like I'd even digested! In fact, I felt even more bloated than I had when I'd originally passed out. I tried to sit up straight, only to find a sphere of gut in the way, groaning and gurgling. I rubbed my paws on it, hardly able to reach around it all the way. I felt like I was carrying a few clones of myself in my stomach, and it looked like it too! It seemed to be night though, and there were soft embers illuminating the area. I could somewhat make out figure in the darkness, and the blurriness of a nearly nauseating fullness. The villagers were gone. I knew there was no way I'd be moving like this, so I contently went back to sleep.

Once more I awoke, though not by my own will. My maw was cranked open, my teeth sunk deep into the warm hide of a freshly cooked hog. The thing was enormous! These villagers seemed to have a knack for over feeding, as they had two young men pushing it down my throat. My eyes twitched as I whined softly, trying to flail my arms, only to find them heavy and laden with soft adipose. Eventually I gave in to the hog, opening my throat wide as I could, mostly out of desperation for breath! When the hog was clear from view, I was greeted by a vast expanse of fat, groaning, gurgling belly, sloshing and bouncing as the two feeders were literally standing on me as if I were a landmass. I tried to cry out in shock, only releasing a thundering burp from my maw for a shocking amount of time. When that passed, I felt so lethargic and full, I couldn't will myself to speak. I could only bask in my mass, feeling my bulk slosh this way and that, so warm and soft, my limbs all engulfed. I could feel my muzzle press against my cheeks and thick neck, unable to move to look any other way but straight and slightly up.

I had evidently been out for days after the first feast. I could see tatters and remnants of meals gone past. The villagers all danced and cheered, kneading into my immense hide and nearly losing their arms in the dough. Their soft, caring and caressing touches soothing my noisy belly. Though a huge rumble shook the land. At first they looked to the volcano in fear, but I grinned toothily and the group cheered all the louder.

The feast continued as I found myself becoming more and more willing to their offerings. Though something caught my eye. I could barely make out odd markings painted on my expansive gut, quite a huge canvas no doubt. They symbols twisted and turned, but seemed to come to a center point depicting a circle. Upon further inspection, this turned out to be a massively engorged creature, quite similar to myself, but perhaps a few times larger. I realized quickly I was some sort of idol to these people. I looked down at the creature painted across my belly once more and grinned to myself; I couldn't wait to surpass it.~