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   Standing on the outskirts of an abandoned village, Kala adjusted her bag and grinned. She had no idea what she would find inside, but the ideas burning in her brain already had her practically salivating. Gem encrusted jewelry, stone tablets inscribed with the wisdom of the ancients, silk clothing fit for a queen but cut for a lamia- Kala had no idea what she might find, but her hopes ran high. Taking a deep breath, she slithered forward, moving with surprising speed for a girl plump as she was. Upon entering the village, she gasped and her grin turned into a grimace of disgust as the wall of smell hit her.

Throughout the village, dishes were strewn about, some half consumed but most entirely untouched. Prepared fruits, smoked fish, seasoned meats- all had been left to rot in the hot jungle sun, abandoned for some unknown reason. Picking her way through the decaying ruins of the village, Kala forced herself to breathe through her mouth, blanching as the sickly sweet odors touched her palate.

  Pushing aside a moldy papaya with a stick, she carefully slithered into one of the rude huts closest to the overgrown path that had led her to this discovery. The interior proved to be little different from the outside. A bowl of fish soup had congealed on a stone table next to a desiccated breadfruit. A wooden spoon and an obsidian knife laid strewn on the floor, as if knocked from the table when its occupant fled. Aside from a bed made of palm branches and island grass, there was little else of note; it looked as though the previous occupant had, rushed or not, taken the time to collect their belongings before leaving. Shrugging, Kala picked up the knife, grimacing when she felt her sarong tighten around her hips as she bent over, and deposited it into the woven bag she had slung over one brown shoulder. It wasn't exactly what she considered treasure, but it still had practical value. Her green eyes scanned the room a final time before she left the hut.

  Moving deeper into the village, taking extra care to avoid touching any of the piles of putrid foodstuffs, Kala entered a second hut, this one even more dilapidated than the first. Or, rather, she found herself trying to enter the hut- to her chagrin, she found her broad hips wedged in the wooden doorframe. Thrashing her green tail and pushing against the walls, she eventually freed herself after several minutes of struggle, taking a sizable chunk out of the wall in the process. Her face red with embarrassment and exertion, Kala came to the conclusion that she really wasn't interested in whatever was in the rest of the huts.

  Continuing her exploration, Kala slithered towards the center of the village where a massive communal fire pit lay. Ashes and charcoal filled the pit and the skeleton of a massive boar slowly decomposed, still resting on its spit. After scanning the area for valuables and finding none, Kala's eyes were drawn towards a stone cairn looming over the surrounding huts, towering some fifteen feet into the air. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating turning back instead of picking her way through more piles of rotting food, but the allure of treasure goaded her onward.

  As she approached the cairn, Kala began to make out the carvings that had been cut into the individual stones. Each was of some sort of foodstuff local to the area, ranging from starchy tubers to wild fruits to fish and game, in various stages of preparation. Leaning backwards and shielding her eyes with a tan hand, Kala looked towards the top of the structure. At the very top, cut from solid obsidian, a single stone rested, the form of a voluptuous woman cut into the side facing the rising sun. Something else was tied around the stone, as well, and it glinted in the sunlight.

  Kala's eyes were drawn to the object like a magnet and she bit her lip. On the one hand, climbing up the rickety old cairn looked to be exhausting and dangerous work. On the other, lamias were natural born climbers and whatever was up there looked more interesting than the rest of the village combined...

  Coming to a decision, Kala sprang forward, propelled by her tail, and grabbed onto one of the boulders embedded in the middle of the structure. Wrapping herself around the cairn, she gasped as the full weight of her plump body squished against the structure. Carefully, tentatively, she began to climb higher, careful to keep her sensitive gut from rubbing against the rough stone and listening for any sound that would forewarn the structure's collapse. Luckily, the cairn proved sturdy enough to take her weight and the chubby lamia was able to scale it without much difficulty.

  Keeping her tail wrapped around the structure to stabilize herself, Kala loomed over the obsidian stone, tracing the carving with her finger. Looking at it up close, Kala came to the realization that the figure wasn't so much voluptuous as very plump, possessing a rather fat belly in addition to its womanly hips and large bust. Shaking her head and subconsciously sucking her own tummy, the explorer turned her attention towards the shiny treasure that had caught her eye.

  A necklace woven from dried jungle vines had been wrapped around the stone. Hanging from it was a tiny mask carved from tropical driftwood. It appeared fierce, but jolly, it's mouth carved into an open smile. Two tiny pearls had been set for its eyes that seemed to watch Kala with sinister intent and lines of red paint marked the mask’s cheeks. Regardless, treasure is treasure and, with one easy movement, Kala unhooked the necklace from its resting place and stuffed it in her bag

  Elated at having acquired such a valuable prize, Kala raced back down the cairn, grinning the whole time. Now back on firm ground, she took the amulet back on and studied it for several minutes, running her fingers over every inch of the wooden mask before looping it around her own neck. As she did so, her stomach suddenly growled, seeming even louder in the hushed silence of the village. Kala jumped and put both hands on the thin layer of pudge that coated her belly, genuinely surprised that she could be hungry with the scent of decay so thick in the air.

  “Wow, I must have been here longer than I thought...” she muttered under her breath, still taking care to breathe through her mouth, “I think it's time to head back home... feels like it's just about dinnertime.”

  Not wishing to linger, Kala dashed through the village, her green tail whipping back and forth and her soft belly jiggling. Teetering towers of rot slowly collapsed in her wake, but the young lamia managed to make it out of the village without getting hit. As the rancid odors of the village receded behind her, Kala found her appetite swelling, her stomach growling like two dogs fighting over a bone. As her hunger grew, Kala began to lose herself to daydreams of dinner. Fortunately, the trail she had blazed through the undergrowth was still clear enough to follow on autopilot. Her eyes glazed and her mouth watered as she thought on her impending meals. Visions of charred sea bass, freshly plucked breadfruit, ripe pineapples, boiled shellfish, coconut milk, and all the other delicacies of an island paradise danced before her eyes in a conga line of deliciousness. The world around her was a blur and would have remained such for the entire journey home if not for the angry squeal that broke her revelry.

One of the island’s wild pigs had taken advantage of Kala’s trailblazing and had been happily gnawing at the roots of an uprooted bush- or had been until four hundred pounds of chubby lamia came barreling towards it. While the boar may only have been a tenth of Kala’s weight, he shared one important trait with the young girl: neither would let anything come between them and their food.

Hair bristling and grunting angrily, the pig refused to budge an inch and pawed the ground. In response, Kala froze. Even though she had over three hundred pounds on the beast, pigs of any size were dangerous creatures and the jagged tusks jutting out of its maw proved this one was no exception. While the scales on her tail were all but impervious, her upper body was just as soft and vulnerable as any human girl’s. Shaking off the last of the mental cobwebs, Kala watched the pig carefully and slowly backed away.

The boar was in no mood to let matters resolve peacefully and charged forward, squealing at the top of its porcine lungs. Anticipating the move, Kala dodged to the right, throwing her entire upper body weight into the lunge. Instead of colliding with her soft belly, the boar found itself tripping over her scaly coils. Before her opponent could recover his balance, Kala let her instincts take over and coiled around the big, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter. Her tail continued to loop around her prey until she finally felt the beast’s struggles stop.

Panting from the combat, Kala sat back against a nearby tree trunk and picked over her options. While she was no stranger to field dressing, she still had a distance to go before arriving home. Soaked in sweat, bone weary, and with hunger raging in her belly, Kala argued with herself whether forty pounds of pork was worth the effort of dragging forty pounds of pork back home. Eventually, gluttony won over sloth and, after taking a deep breath and massaging the kink out of her back, she looped her tail around her kill and set off.

Now back at her camp, Kala sighed contentedly and leaned back, massaging her stuffed belly with one grease covered hand. In the other, she held onto a mostly eaten boar leg, a few shreds of roasted meat clinging to the bone. With the sun slowly sinking beneath the horizon and the warmth of a good meal filling her body, Kala felt herself nodding off. Snorting, she struggled to sit up and yawned, glancing at her beachside firepit where a mostly consumed boar carcass still hung.

Glaring at it, she shook her head and sighed. While it had provided a delicious meal, the carcass needed to be disposed of before it attracted scavengers. However, to do so meant wading into the surf or digging a hole- both of which would ruin the pleasant post-mealtime bliss Kala was currently enjoying. Weighing her options, she shrugged and decided to leave it until the next day. After all, bringing the pig home had been more than enough work for one day!

Turning back towards her campsite, Kala tossed the bone over her shoulder and sucked the grease off her fingers. Kala had built her camp at the border of the jungle, where the dense undergrowth began to give way to sand. It was far enough from the surf to avoid tides and flooding, but close enough to provide easy access to seafood. A spring adjacent to the camp provided all the freshwater she needed for drinking, cooking, and cleaning. As she neared, the palm leaf awning she had built came into view, providing much needed shade for living. A small table had been made from a slab of smooth stone and numerous handmade pots, jars, and cups sat neatly on top of it. Picking one up as she passed, Kala sniffed at it, nodded, and then chugged the tropical juice.

  After setting the cup back down, Kala threw herself forward and onto her bedding. Made from shredded grass and leaves, it was comfortable but messy. Stretched out to her full length of two and a half meters, she wriggled into her bedding and yawned hugely. Recounting the day’s events in her head, Kala found sleep overtaking her mind. Less than two minutes after laying down, Kala had drifted into a deep sleep, the result of both the day’s exertions and her overstuffed gut.

  It was still dark when she woke up. The warm tropical night was alive with the gentle hum of insects and distant cry of nocturnal birds… but also the smell of bacon. This was a mystery, in and of itself, but the fog of sleep and the rumbling in her gut overrode her usual curiosity. Sluggishly rubbing the sleep from her eyes with heavy hand, Kala struggled to sit up and find the source of the mysterious odor. To her chagrin, she could feel her belly bunching up into rolls, resisting her attempts to right herself. Jiggling it with one hand, her cheeks grew hot as she realized that it felt heavier than before- in retrospect, maybe the boar hadn’t been worth it after all. Groping through the darkness, she felt her way through the familiar hazards of her camp- a firepit dug in the sand, the salvaged wooden chest she filled with scavenged good, a large turtle’s shell used to carry water- following her nose.

  Even as she berated herself for her climbing weight, Kala began to salivate as the rich, fatty aroma of roasting pork was joined by the scents of other island delicacies. As she looked out across the beach from the edge of her camp, her bleary eyes quickly picked out a dull, red twinkle of light in the distance. She paused on the edge of her camp and mulled over her options, the fingers of one chubby hand drumming against her right lovehandle. On the one hand, a mysterious light in the dead of night was the perfect set up for an ambush for any overly curious lamias. On the other hand, she could not remember ever seeing another soul on the island. The potential for companionship that could talk back- sadly, her pet crab wasn’t much of a conversationalist- was alluring. On top of that, the maddeningly delicious smells of cooking food were driving her crazy. Coming to a decision, she set off across the sands, moving as stealthily as she could.

  As she grew closer, she realized that the light wasn’t dim so much as obscured. A small firepit sat at the center of a banquet, every dish fresh and piping hot. The coals of the pit were cherry red and blazing, taro roots and yams roasting in the sand. On top, an entire swordfish was grilling on palm leaves, its exposed flesh dripping with savory juices. Several minutes passed in silence as Kala took it all in, her gaze rapidly moving over the delicacies before her. Behind her widened, almost feverish eyes a battle raged- while she knew it was wrong to steal, there was so much here that surely whoever it belonged too wouldn’t miss a morsel or two.

  In fact, though Kala as she lifted a wooden bowl of poi to her lips, I’m doing them a favor. If I didn’t help them eat some of this, it would just go to waste! I mean, nobody can eat all this by themselves.

Kala groaned as she contemplated the half drained bowl of seafood gumbo. It was impossible for her to say how much time had passed since she had woken up, but judging from how full her stomach felt, it had been some time. The hours she had spent so far had been a delicious blur of overconsumption, but now she was forced to deal with the consequences of her actions. Having stuffed herself until her belly was practically spherical, her tan skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and even the slightest of movements caused a jolt of pain to shoot through her gut. Her breathing was shallow and her mind was hazy; unable to do anything but lay there on the sand and digest, she felt like a beached whale, lying flat on her back and just struggling to breathe.

  Even so glutted, she found herself unable to resist the food that was still in arms reach. Almost against her will, Kala nibbled on a piece of pineapple as she faded in and out of consciousness. As much as she had consumed so far, the piles of food seemed untouched in the flickering light of the fire. Even the debris from her ongoing meal was nowhere to be found; the sand was as pristine as it had been when she found it. Kala might have wondered about it, if not for her painfully swollen state. That particular question was answered, however, when Kala felt a dainty hand press into her flank.

  “Wow,” said a husky yet feminine voice from somewhere beyond the horizon of her belly, its tones carrying a mixture of awe and fascination.

  Kala started awake at the sound, dropping the pineapple out of shock. It was the first voice besides her own that she had heard in years and its owner had found her comatose after stealing as much food as she could stuff down her throat. Shifting uneasily, uncomfortably aware of how disheveled and guilty she looked, Kala cleared her throat.

  “I’d just like to say,” Kala began, enunciating each word with the care of someone who rarely had reason to speak, “that I’m sorry for eating your food, mysterious strange. I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can move agai-”

  Halfway through her speech, Kala was interrupted by peals of laughter. She felt something clambering up the swell of her gut, each motion causing the food inside to shift painfully, and then a grinning, olive toned face popped into her view. The face possessed a pair of mischievous black eyes that quickly locked onto Kala’s green ones and a head of dull red hair swept back in a spiky ponytail. A body soon followed and Kala found herself looking up at a figure less than half as tall as she was.

  Short and compact, the being possessed a blubbery but voluptuous figure and a surprisingly thin face. She wore a tight brown toga with a palm leaf that strained to cover her left breast. If her height hadn’t already marked her as non-human, her large pointed ears and prominent canines would have. In one plump hand, she carried a platter of something grilled and steaming. Grinning from ear to ear, she darted forward, plucking a morsel and stuffing it between Kala’s unprotesting lips in lieu of replying. The lamia chewed the mouthful instead of spitting it out, half from force of habit, half due to how tasty it was.

  “You’re kidding, right?” She said, patting the girl on the cheek, “Does it look like I’m going to run out of food anytime soon?”

  Kala chewed thoughtfully and looked past her hostess at the feast laid out behind her. Even with her voracious appetite, it looked like it had barely been touched. Something was off about the entire situation, but her sleepy mind just couldn’t quite put its finger on it.

  “It doesn’t look that way.” Kala conceded after swallowing her mouthful.

  “Exactly! So there’s nothing for you to feel guilty about! Eat to your heart’s content- I insist.”

   Another bite was forced into Kala’s mouth before she could formulate a counterargument. It was probably for the best, anyways. Her mind was half asleep and the delicious food only served to distract her further. She laid back, instead, and allowed the stranger to feed her. Despite her small stature, she moved quickly, darting around in the firelight and ferrying countless dishes to Kala’s waiting mouth. Plantains, fried in butter and coconut milk. Grilled squid, still on the skewer. Rock lobster, boiled in its own shell. Baked clams, sweet potato pie, sweetened poi, pork kebabs, roasted dove- the meals came fast and hard until they were nothing more than a blur of deliciousness. The only thing that marked the passage of time was Kala’s growing gut. It had become practically spherical, packed taut with enough food to make any other person turn green. Finally, as she felt herself become so full that food began to lose its appeal, Kala finally figured out what was bothering her. Raising herself by her elbows, she looked sidelong at the stranger.

  “Where…” she began, barely able to breathe around a ribcage packed tight with hot meals, “Where did you get all this food?”

  Kala flopped back down and burped, exhausted from the effort of sitting up. She felt a small hand reach out to touch the top of her gut, rubbing it in small circles. Another hand slowly pushed a piece of pineapple into her mouth. She tried to resist but found herself nibbling at it anyways.

  “I made it.”

  Kala shook her head and swallowed.

  “That wasn’t what I meant. Where did you GET this food? Before cooking it- I didn’t think there was this much to eat on the entire island!”

  “Oh. Well, like I said before, I made it.” She said, flippantly, before attempting to jam an entire baked yam into Kala’s mouth.

  Spluttering, Kala spat out the vegetable and slapped the woman’s hand away. Struggling upright once more, she gave up halfway and allowed herself to flop back down onto the sand. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head again.

  “Stop it with the jokes! Where did this food all come from? Did you steal it? Is that why you’re so eager to get rid of it all?!”

  “I knew there was a reason I liked you!” The stranger replied with a laugh, “No, I meant what I said- I made it, literally! It’s been so long since I last had anybody to serve- all this magic has been building up inside me, just burning to get out!”

  She gestured to all the food as she spoke, waving her arms with wild abandon. She grinned, almost sheepishly.

  “That’s probably why I got carried away like this, hah. I’m not usually quite this bountiful! And it’s not like you could eat this all by yourself, anyways. At least not alone- you don’t have any friends, do you?”

  “Sorry to burst your bubble,” Kala said, looking her hopeful hostess right in the eyes, “but I’m afraid it’s just me” -she paused for a moment to let out a burp- “and I seem to be full to the brim.”

  “Ah, well, a girl can always dream… but at least I met someone with a proper appetite! As soon as you walked up- er, I mean slithered up- I took a shine to you and now I know why.”

  “A proper appetite?” Kala parroted, stunned by the woman’s apparent pride in the lamia’s unrestrained gluttony. She could feel her cheeks burning at the strange compliment.

  “That’s what I’d call it! Why, the last people I served, they couldn’t have finished half of what you ate tonight! They always complained about how much food I made. It was always stuff like ‘poi isn’t a beverage, don’t serve it as such,’ or ‘three pigs for one person is two and half too many,’ you know, silly stuff like that. Anyways,” the woman paused to poke at Kala’s belly, “are you sure you’ve had enough to eat? I’m pretty sure there’s still some room in there- I just hate    sending people away hungry!”

  Kala’s eyes widened and she felt her pulse quicken as what had just been said sank in. Flailing her arms, she struggled to sit up.

  “No! I’m fine, just peachy! I’ve had plenty, ha, more than enough, really! Besides, we haven’t even been properly introduced, right? It really isn’t right to break bread like this when we still don’t know each other!”

  “Well, if you insist! I’ve never been much on manners, but you might have a point- I’m Po’Mokai, master huntress, fisher of seas, one-who’s-basket-overfloweth, the fruitful spirit, mistress of plenty. But,“She paused, smirking, “most people just call me Mokai. You found my totem when it had no owner and, by the ancient laws governing my kind, I am bound to serve you.

  She paused again, looking Kala up and down.

“I’m not too into the master-servant dynamic, though- you can just think of me as your sister. Your much cooler, much older sister. With legs!”

  “I’m not too much into being anyone’s master, either.”

  “Good! Then it’s settled- now eat up! I’m sure you can fit a few more bites in- here, try this shrimp stew, it’s one of my specialties!”

  Staring into Mokai’s eyes, belly full to bursting and mouth stuffed so full she could barely chew, Kala found herself unable to resist the spirit’s onslaught and was carried away on a tide of gluttony.

  Kala winced as she slowly opened her eyes to the midday sun. Usually, she woke up in the cool of the early morning, just in time to appreciate the sunrise. Today, she had overslept, tormented by nightmares of some foul impish creature tormenting her with an irresistible barrage of food. Smacking her lips and struggling to get out of her own bed, she even felt bloated and fat, as if she was struggling to digest a bellyful of dreams. Giving up, she slumped back down, covering her eyes with one outstretched arm and rubbing her aching, swollen gut with her other hand.

“Ugh… I think that’s the last time I eat bacon before bed.” she mumbled, “I really wish I had something to drink to get the taste of pork out of my mouth.”

  “Say no more!” Said a voice that was altogether too energetic for how hot it was.

  Kala’s brow furrowed as she felt a cup being placed to her lips. Her confusion wasn’t enough to stop her from parting her lips and taking a tentative sip. Whatever it was that was being offered, it was sweet, cool, and wet- exactly what she needed. Unable to control herself, the sip turned into a gulp and she found herself unable to stop drinking until the fluid stopped. Panting as she caught her breathe, she felt an unseen hand dab at her lips with a cloth, cleaning up the liquid    that she had spilled in her haste. No longer feeling like a piece of meat stretched out in the sun to dry, Kala turned in the direction of her hero, wincing as she opened her eyes.

  Fueled by a jolt of adrenaline, Kala leapt up, thrashing her tail as she struggled to get upright. Striking like a viper after a night of binge drinking, she jabbed a finger at Mokai.

  “You! You- you’re real?! Not just a dream!?” she stammered, wide eyed and sweating.

  “Of course I’m real!” Mokai retorted, quirking an eyebrow, “What, do you think things like this happen in dreams?”

  Kala winced as the spirit lightly slapped her belly. She looked down, incredulously, as her pudge continued to jiggle for several seconds afterwards. Reaching down with her own hand, she pinched at the fatty tissue, as if to confirm that it was real.

  “It wasn’t this big yesterday! How did this happen?!”

  “You spent all night eating! It was incredible!” Mokai said, cheerfully, “I’m so glad you’ve got a better appetite than the last village I served- you should be proud of that gut! Now who’s hungry for breakfast? I’m making eggs and bacon and papaya!”

  Right on cue, Kala’s stomach growled loudly, causing the girl to blush.

  “It sounds like I could eat some breakfast,” she muttered, nervously holding her enlarged belly in both hands, “whether I want to or not…”