Goddess of Gluttony
Moderate amount of trolling (Catherineburg) [!NOTE: Memory warning!]
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Despite your claims of coming to Catherineburg for work, your true motives were... less than chaste. With your tastes for heavier-set women, an entire town's worth of female adventurers suddenly becoming obese seemed like divine providence. Or, as you were starting to think now, a honeypot.
When you'd entered the Pantheon's church, the last thing you were expecting to happen was to enter the Realm of the Divine. Such things only happened to faithful men of piety, not degenerates looking to satisfy their carnal desires. Still, with the marble halls, serene skys, and angels flying by, there was little else it could be.
As you walked through the vaulted hallway you found yourself in, you started to reconsider whether your life was the one you should have lead. These thoughts promptly dropped out of your head as you opened the large door at the end of the hall, revealing an incredibly obese woman lounging on a bed, being fed by similarly fat servants. She was easily the largest woman you had ever seen, and you'd made it your business to see large women. Her breasts were titanic, easily the size of the stomachs of Catherineburg's fattest residents. Her stomach was the size of a small mattress, and probably outweighed the average person five fold. Her ass was so titanic that each cheek would have required a couch unto itself to sit comfortably, and her thighs were half as wide as you were tall. A crystal orb seemed to rest in her cleavage, which she watched intently. She was an icon of decadence, and seemed to relish it.
Ah, my champion, you've come! She lifts herself from the bed, a feat no mortal could have accomplished given her girth, and handed off the orb, walking toward you. The luxurious cloth tarps and golden jewelry seemed to flourish the wobble and jiggle of her fatty flesh I am Iphine, Goddess of Gluttony. I was wondering when you would arrive. Come, we have much to discuss. I'll be sure to make it worth your while~.