Abigail Wimbledon was on an archaeological expedition when she stumbled across the ruins of an ancient temple. Her team were awestruck by this discovery, marveling at the perfectly preserved artifacts and ancient hieroglyphs just itching to be deciphered. A pristine snapshot into the ancient world and its people. Abigail gazed at the intricate hieroglyphs, a long forgotten script that no one could recognize, and yet some divine power allowed her to understand them as if they were plain English. Accompanying the glyph writing were all manner of mosaics and paintings depicting a strange, almost perverted scene.
Many of the figures depicted on the walls, statuettes, and sarcophagus were rather obese women with cocks that nearly dragged along the ground. The stories told by the hieroglyphs detailed a society of fat, dim-witted, docile sluts who prayed to a long forgotten goddess of fertility and spent the better parts of their days either gorging themselves, rearing children, or having anal sex. They explained how conflict was scarce among these women, as everyone was deeply and passionately in love with each other. The end of this civilization came when a different civilization of normal humans saw them as depraved and degenerate and drove them to hide away and exchange their lewd bodies for mundane ones. Their mother goddess went to sleep after that, biding her time and stockpiling her magic. They believed that one day their mother goddess would reawaken and transform all of humanity into dumb fat sluts with huge drooling cocks and insatiable appetites.
"Well then," one of Abigail's crewmates remarked, "Best not to tamper with anything in here then." All but Abigail left the temple. Surely there was a reason she was able to read the hieroglyphs, right? Her eyes fell upon a small puzzle set into a wall made of five concentric rings. It came with instructions to spin the rings in order to complete a pattern printed on them. Doing so would reawaken the goddess and initiate the prophecy. Her common sense told her to abandon the temple now and never look back, but her academic senses were already guiding her hands to solve the puzzle. As the rings clicked into place, the pattern etched into their faces began to glow a brilliant green as she whited out.
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When Abigail returned to her senses, she noticed that she was no longer alone in the temple. Stood in front of her was an ethereally beautiful woman with glittering hot pink skin. Her body was ten feet tall and prodigiously fat, with an apron of a belly that sagged to her knees supported by heaving hips, thick thighs, and an enormous butt. Pillowy arms rested upon gigantic boobs that had dinner plate areola and nipples as thick as her fat thumbs. Behind her belly, a spectacularly long and girthy dick hung to her ankles, its fat head drooling precum on the ground.
"I am Abatanara," the beautiful woman said with a voice that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once, "I am the mother goddess of fertility. I suppose I have you to thank for reawakening me, mortal. If I am not mistaken, is your name Abigail Wimbledon?"
"I like... think so," Abigail replied in a heavy valley-girl accent, "Oooh... my head feels funny... I think I'm like... dumber or something? It's like, totally nice to meet you. If you're awake, did like the proff... the prr... the thingy come true or something? Could I have, like, a mirror?"
"Why certainly my child," Abatanara smiled, revealing the mortal girl's reflection. Abigail was absolutely unrecognizable from the neck down, having been granted a morbidly obese woman's body just like the prophecy foretold. Her clothes had all vanished so that she could take in her transformed body. Her smooth shaven crotch now featured an enormous drooling cock with grapefruit sized balls adorned with a thick and virile bush of sand colored pubes. Her sandy blonde hair was tied into a cute ponytail and her lips were now a fat doughnut painted emerald green to match her eyes.
"Like oh... mah-gawd," Abigail gasped, "I'm like so hawt all of a sudden! Thank you so much, Abatanara!"
"You are more than welcome, my child," the goddess smiled, "Now, shall I help you rejoin your expedition team. I'm certain they will be excited to see you now that they're all my blessed sluts."