It’s a quiet Friday afternoon, and you decide it’s time to visit the small shrine you’ve carefully maintained in your back garden, a space now imbued with meaning as you dedicate yourself to the faith of Corpulissa, the goddess of obesity, fertility, love, and harvests. You waddle slowly, each step a monumental effort under your immense 600-pound frame, your body swaying with the weight of every motion. The gentle breeze brushes against your skin, though you hardly notice it over the strain of moving your morbidly obese figure. Every inch of you is a testament to the lifestyle you now embrace—one that cherishes indulgence, relaxation, and the carefree pleasures of living without limits. Your breath is labored as you reach the shrine, an ornate structure that sits proudly beneath the soft canopy of the garden trees, awaiting your offering.

You place a plate with an enormous, decadent chocolate cake—rich, moist, and sinfully sweet—onto the shrine, a gesture of devotion to the goddess you seek to commune with. You place the cake down and with a sense of reverence, you ease yourself down onto the ground. Your vast belly rests comfortably against your lap, and the world seems to slow as you begin chanting the prayers you've memorized since joining the group.

As your chant continues, the air around you feels charged with energy, and then, suddenly, a shimmering light begins to take form before the shrine. A brilliant golden glow materializes, growing brighter and more defined with each passing second. The light shifts, stretches, and finally solidifies, revealing the magnificent figure of Corpulissa herself. She stands before you in all her glory—her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall, her pale skin glowing with otherworldly radiance. A red, heart-shaped halo hovers above her head, and she gazes at you with the most loving, girlie pink eyes, soft and inviting. Her lips, full and kissable, curl into a kind, knowing smile.

“Hello…..you must be one of my new followers~”