Bounty Wars: Begin

Bounty Wars

In the year 2037 AD, a decision was made.

In the Lower Heavens existed a deity, one who gave the blessing of abundance and plenty. Her name was known as Bounty. There were numerous deities, that existed in their own separate ‘worlds’, but all were connected to Earth and the human race, as they overlooked many different aspects of humanity, from the physical to the natural. Bounty was one of many, but her existence was a necessary one, for without the power of her specific blessing, there would be nothing. As of yet, no human on the planet was aware that they were being watched by such higher beings.

For many millennia Bounty had done her job, making sure that the world was filled with enough for it to sustain life. There were was an abundance of nature, of knowledge, of nourishment, and potential.

However, she was growing weary and wished to pass on to the next life. Despite residing far beyond our own realm, it seemed that millions of years spent observing had caused human characteristics to develop within the deities, and even at times there were those who wished to retire from this tireless, thankless responsibility. To this end she required an heir.

When she, the large, beautiful, benevolent being looked down from her home in the clouds to the world below she saw hundreds who had the potential to be her successor, possibly more. However she noticed they were all lacking in some manner traits that would make them perfect candidates.

To this end she devised a Game of sorts to choose who would be the new Bounty and carry on her legacy….


BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The alarm was still going off on Alys’ watch as she rushed to the train station. She didn’t know what sucked more, having nowhere to go during spring break or having to work during Spring break.

She couldn’t believe she was about to be late to the Undergrounds, the basement coffee shop where she worked at. Normally Alys loved going in to work, but her usual manager Yvette was out and the assistant manager Cristoph had to cover.

‘Great, gotta spend eight hours with tightass with no breaks…Fun stuff.’  She thought before sighing. As she went down the train station, not noticing a faint glow on her hand as she opened the door and went out. ‘I just wish something cool would happen today…’


Once Alys entered the train, she noticed a young man across from herself.  She and he locked glances for a moment before she looked away, feeling embarrassed somewhat. He was kind of cute but he looked a bit too serious. When she looked back he was then looking out the window and sighing.

‘This train is taking forever to start, maybe I should just get off.’ He thought whilst others complained about the delay, as he turned to exit he felt his palm tingle. Looking at it he started to see a mark appear slowly on his flesh.

‘The hell?’ he thought when he noticed the girl he saw earlier also had a glowing palm, but she seemed to be clutching her stomach in pain before she ran off the train, leaving her purse on the ground. Compelled by his sense of right and wrong and wondering why only his and her hands seemed to glow, he followed her out.


Running after her out of the subway, Alys, was at the same time clutching herself and dealing as best she could with her discomfort.

‘Aw man, did my Chinese from last night go bad? I don’t feel so good…’ She thought as she ran around a street to an empty alleyway, still feeling ill. Once there she leaned against a brick wall and notices her shirt is rising, her entire body glowing just as Will caught up to her.

“Miss are you-?“ he began, when he looked and saw her body expanding at a steady rate. Her once svelte tummy growing larger, her breasts swelling with fat much like her thighs, which went from a respectable size to a massive, comfortable size. Her belly did the same, growing more and more bulbous and blubbery. Her soft, supple flesh growing much like her cheeks, rounding out her adorable face and making it even cuter. Her clothing was so tight, so woefully small on her generous, bountiful frame that it began to rip at the seams, buttons coming undone.

As he looked at herself she observed her body in shock. Holding on to her flabby folds she looked over and noticed the boy from the subway.

Will blushed in surprise, and to a greater surprise to himself…Interest. Something about her frame caught his eye and made him feel more curious about her. His intent stare alerted Alys to his presence.

“Hey, you’re the guy from the train! Why’re you here, and what the heck is going on?” she asked, surprised and fearful.

“I don’t know, I just followed you from the subway-“ He said, almost automatically realizing he said the wrong thing. He tried to show her the purse, but Alys was already high strung and now on the offensive.

“You followed me? Are you some kind of pervert?” She asked aggressively as she approached before attacking. She used a self defense move she had learned at the YMCA.

Before he could explain, she attacked, pinning him to a wall, accidentally mashing him against it with her belly. Caught between stone and soft, comfortable flesh he began to feel a bit conflicted. As his discomfort reached its peak, he spoke out.

“Wait, ack! I just wanted to return your purse!”

Turning to look, Alys saw the purse and gasped, letting him go. Embarrassed, she replied to him.

“Sorry about the whole misunderstanding, I didn’t realize you were just trying to be a good Samaritan.”

“It’s nothing miss…?”

“Alys, who’re you?”

“Will.” He said before looking at her body, this time less intensely and more analytically. “You seem a bit…bigger than on the train, what happened to you exactly?”

“I’ve got no idea, but first my hand starts shining and now this…” She said as she grabbed her belly to emphasize her size. As she did this Will realized she had said something important.

“Your hand?” Will asked before looking at his to see a marking. Alys then replied, placing her palm up so they can both see.

“Yeah, and there’s this really weird pattern…Hey you have it too!”

“I do…but what is it?” he asked. Alys shrugged.

“I’m not sure, but I do need brand new clothes. I can’t really stand here in rags.”

“Right. I’ll help you sort this all out.” Will said kindly. Smiling, Alys looked at him kindly. She was starting to like him.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”