The New Priestess

“You have to pick a new priestess. It’s been centuries.”

A small, bipedal fox stared up into the branches of a large tree, a tree so large and bushy and perfect that it looked more like an artist’s impression of a tree. Up in the branches laid a stripe-furred raccoon dog, swishing its bushy tail as it stared up into the sky with its forepaws behind its head.

“Don’t want to. Haven’t found the right girl yet.”

The fox huffed. “Tanuki, if you don’t pick one, none of us can! It’s your turn, just find a girl!”

Tanuki rolled over, spreading his forepaws grandly. “Kitsune, you might be willing to bestow your gifts on just any random trollop, but I am a man of refinement and elegance. I create Art, and Art requires only the finest canvas. When such a canvas arrives, I assure you, my friend, I will-“

His nose twitched and his eyes flicked to the side. Kitsune followed his eyes. “What?”

Tanuki grinned again. “Come with me!”

**

The sun beat down on the stone path leading up the mountain from the spirit shrine. Malke wiped her brown, flicking away the layer of sweat. Kimiko bounced her way up the path like it was a treadmill. Malke had originally been excited to join her friend on a hike up the mountain as part of her holiday to Japan, but something about it had her utterly defeated. Her rail-thin legs wobbled, her chest heaved, her bushy brown hair was slick with sweat.

“Kimmy, I can’t keep going. Can we head back?”

Kimiko’s brow wrinkled. “Seriously? We’ve barely started! I want to get a picture at the top of the mountain!”

“I can’t do it. I need to stop. I feel really weird.”

Kimiko groaned. Malke had assured her she’d be fine with a short hike. “Well, I’m not stopping. You go back. I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

Malke trudged back along the path to the shrine, leaving Kimiko to continue on without her. She didn't regret the decision - even now she was still feeling short of breath, and her legs were starting to ache.

Halfway back, though, it had gotten worse. Far worse than she'd ever felt after a low-impact walk. Sweat was drenching her tank-top, dripping from her face. Beyond just aching, her body felt... full. Like she'd overeaten, but not just her stomach, every inch of her. There was a stream a little way off the path, and she made her way down to it, groaning the whole time, before she knelt down next to it and splashed some water on her face.

Christ, I need to get more sleep. Look at those dark circles. She furrowed her brow, realising she hadn't seen them when she got ready that morning. These were so dark she looked like she'd been punched in both eyes. I didn't hit myself on anything... What the fuck?

The sensation of fullness surged, like she'd squeezed in dessert. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. In fact, there was a pleasant aspect to it. She sat down on the soft grass next to the stream, legs spread, trying to catch her breath and get on top of the strange sensations flooding through her.

As she sat down, she felt the waist and cuffs of her shorts cut into her slightly. She wiggled, trying to reseat them, but the pressure didn't go away. They weren't just sitting improperly, they actually felt too tight. She took a deep breath, and went wide-eyed as she felt her t-shirt grow tight around her torso. Looking down, she realised her shirt, that had been reasonably loose when she'd packed it, was now quite full - of her.

The first thing she noticed was her boobs looked humongous. Compared to the flabby little B cups she'd had earlier, now there was easily an extra cup size straining against her shirt. Underneath it, her tummy had never been flat, exactly, but it had never been this round. She poked herself gently, and gasped as she realised that the new flesh her shirt was stretched over was indeed hers. She shuffled backwards against the grass and groaned as her shorts grew even tighter. Her hips were starting to bulge over the sides and the cuffs were cutting into the flesh of her thighs.

Have I... gained weight? She grabbed her stomach with both hands, the motion pressing her newly-swollen breasts together and upwards. Her flesh was soft and warm, noticeably warm even for the sun-dappled day, and touching it caused delicious pleasure to slowly spread out into her body. She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts and even through the t-shirt the sensation brought up a squeaky moan from the back of her throat.

They felt good. Ever since Suzie Cross had let her feel up her E-cup tits years ago at camp, Malke had dreamed of what it'd be like to have her own pair of big, fat, fleshy funbags. Nothing she'd dreamed could compare to the real thing. A quick grope of a friend's bra-clad breasts, even if they were bigger, couldn't compare to the way her fingers sunk into her own warm, doughy flesh, the firm springiness of the skin, and most of all the delightful tingling warmth that spread out from them into her body as her hands gently mauled them.

She sat playing with her boobs in a dazed stupor, gasping and moaning, not realising that they were continuing to swell even as she groped them. The bottom of her chubby belly was now peeking out the bottom of the shirt, and flesh was bulging wherever it could out of her shorts. She started to slip it up, grunting as her expanding flesh fought back, until her breasts dropped heavily out of the fabric and she was able to slip it up and over her head.

Okay, that... was the titty drop to end all titty drops. Am I getting bigger? She palmed her breasts again and they were definitely bigger than when she'd started playing with herself. When she let them go, they slapped down heavily against the top of what was now unquestionably a big, soft tummy. She stretched her legs and went wide-eyed as the button of her shorts, already under immense pressure, finally burst.

"Sh-shit! I'm huge!" She looked down at her rising belly through the cleft of her bloated breasts, down to the smooth skin of her swelling thighs. She could hear the denim of her shorts creaking with every movement of her body. She spread her legs apart, and then shrieked as they instantly split down the sides and down the rear, leaving them little more than scraps of fabric stretched across the enormity of her butt.

She reached down to slide them off, but between the unfamiliar bulk of her upper body and how tightly the remaining denim was stretched around her curves, she had to eventually resort to tearing what was left off. Freed from their prison, her fleshy hips spread outwards along the grass. Even with her legs at a slight angle to each other, the tops of her thighs were now pressing together, and their rubbing against each other as she tried to reposition herself was almost as good as how it had felt to grope herself.

She grabbed her tummy, her fingers sinking into the new flesh, and more of that delicious relaxing warmth spread out - not as much as when she'd touched her tits but enough that could happily have sat rubbing her new belly all day. A quick test with one hand brought the same sensation from one of her still-growing hips. It was like every square inch of her plush and growing-plusher body was pleasurably sensitive.

She leaned forward, accidentally trapping her hand in a warm cleft between her tummy and her thigh, and when she reared back her breasts heaved and bounced, slapping back down against the swell of her belly. Each one was substantially bigger than her head now and pressing her hands into them made them billow on all sides around and practically envelop her hands in warm softness. Each cheek of her ass was bigger than a basketball, and even with her chubby waist growing by the second the width of her hips gave her a spectacular hourglass - just a very wide one.

She kept groping her tits, but before long another sensation started - a prickling that ran up the backs of her hands and up her arms. At the same time, a strange pressure was developing at her crotch, and other points of pressure at the bottom of her spine, over her tailbone, and on either side of the top of her head.

***

Kitsune looked over Tanuki's shoulder at his chosen girl - now easily twice as much girl as had been there earlier. "Why is it that you never choose women who are already, you know, how should I put this... fat?"

Tanuki narrowed his eyes. "Fat? How dare you! She is a Reubenesque work of art! Or, at least, she will be. Still much growing to go."

"Okay, ignoring that, why do you not choose women who are - um, already closer to your desired figure?"

Tanuki grinned, showing off sharp teeth. "Ah, my foxy friend, that is the whole game! Women who already possess such fine curves, this society mocks them for it - they have spent their whole lives learning to hate their own pulchritude! Whereas skinny girls, they know only the pleasure of growth. Especially this one, who already seems enamoured of her own breasts."

Kitsune peered in. "Yes, she does seem to be, doesn't she? Okay. So, when does the next part happen?"

Tanuki grinned again. "It's just about to start!"

***

The pressure between Malke's legs soon became so strong that she couldn't even focus on playing with herself. Grunting, she tried to see what was happening down there, but with a squeak of shock realised that while she wasn't looking she'd grown so large that there was literally no possible way for her to look between her legs without a mirror. She could barely even reach between them, thanks to the way the expanded flesh of her upper arms bumped against her breasts, impeding her from reaching around her new tummy which perched on top of gigantic thighs. She fell onto her back, panting with the effort of trying to reach herself, and realised her giant, round butt was actually propping her hips off the ground.

She rolled over onto her front with a grunt, her tits spreading out underneath her like sexy cushions. Her ass and thighs shook and wobbled with each motion of her body, and when she turned over their momentum nearly kept carrying her over. Even propping herself up on trembling arms, her tits didn't just reach down to the ground, but enough to pool against it. Her stomach brushed the grass. Her ass was the crowning jewel of her body though - with hips four feet across, her cheeks were big enough to stick out two feet behind her, gloriously round and smooth, topping thighs thicker than her entire rail-thin body used to be.

She tried to stagger one leg forward, but just the feeling of her thigh rubbing against whatever was happening under her tummy was enough to make her groan with sensation. It almost felt like her clitoris had expanded and was now being ground between her legs. Propping herself up on her arms also made her notice that her arms looked different where they were tingling. Darker. She sank back down onto her tits and gently ran her fingers down one of her forearms.

It was fur.

“What the fuck?” Malke quickly checked her other arm and confirmed – wiry fur alternating in orange and brown, moving to dark brown across her hands. Suddenly developing a body like a Neolithic fertility idol was one thing, but growing fur pushed it over the top. She pushed herself back up onto her knees, grunting and twitching as whatever was happening between her thighs kept happening, and staggered to her feet, swaying with the unfamiliar motion of her newly-expanded body. Even just turning around involved care she wouldn’t have anticipated, not to mention that even standing her thighs pressed heavily against each other.

She took a few steps toward the river, and on the third or fourth step she felt a slick weight pop out from between her legs with a pleasant buzz, again like her clitoris was being rubbed. Another step and an even larger weight pushed out from her thighs – this time it hurt a little, sending an ache into the pit of her stomach.

The shock made her stumble as she moved forward, and with her new size she wasn’t able to stop herself falling straight down on top of her tits. She felt something underneath her belly, squished between it and the soft grass – something thick and firm. Trying to move forward and rubbing herself against it made her gasp and zone out for a moment. It was sensitive, and it felt like it was tightening her muscles each time it was rubbed. Inching forward, grunting at the sensation, she caught sight of her face in the clear water of the river again – and shrieked.

A pair of rounded animal ears sprouted from either side of the top of her head, covered in brown-and-orange striped fur like her forearms. Long whiskers twitched from her cheeks. Her bushy brown hair had developed orange stripes in it as well. She reached up to the ears and brushed them with her fingertips, confirming that yes, they were real, and she could definitely feel them. Similarly, she brushed the whiskers – her whiskers – and not only could she feel them, but they felt good.

What the fuck is going on?! I need… I need help, someone from the shrine…

She hefted herself onto her knees with a grunt, then stopped again as she felt her thick thighs bump against something – something she could also feel being bumped. She rolled back, coming down on her butt with a hefty thump that set her whole body shaking and bouncing, and stretched forward, slipping her arms under the massive weight of her breasts and pushing them into her stomach to feel between her legs.

Her blood went cold as she felt something warm, and firm, just like she’d established before. The texture in her hands, though, before her belly heaved it out of her hands, was something she’d absolutely felt before. She tried again, sliding her hands under her stomach to reach and grip the thick shaft now protruding from between her thighs. She let out a breath and leaned forward a little bit more, squeezing against herself, to follow the track of loose skin that extended from below it. She didn’t need to go any further to know what that was, but judging by the weight she could feel on her legs, it was immense.

A cock. How had she grown a cock? Why had she grown a cock? She was having fun at first but this was rapidly turning into a nightmare – now she was turning into some big-breasted butterball catgirl with a penis.

She needed help. She needed to find someone who could help. She pushed forward again, trying to heft herself up onto her feet but instead falling forward as she underestimated the impetus of her own body again. This time, it let out more than just a pleasant buzz – she moaned as her flesh pulled back the thick skin of her cock, exposing the sensitive head to the cool grass.

She pushed forward again, her expanded body sloshing against her cock, the shaft squeezed between her pillowy tummy and the cushion-soft ground. All thought of running off to get help left her head as she fell into a rocking rhythm, jacking off her strange new appendage with her own expanded body. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as completely new sensations shorted out her brain.

She barely even noticed as a small tail began to rise from the bottom of her tailbone, rapidly growing in length and developing a thick, fluffy coating of striped fur. Her hands mashed down into the expanse of her gigantic breasts, bringing back that warm, satisfying pleasure as well. Her cock was pulsing and straining, edging closer to release. Her enormous ass cheeks shook and bounced with the motion, straining against her skin with implacable momentum.

Suddenly she shrieked as a number of things happened at once. First, her cock lurched even harder than it had been, pulling so hard against her muscles that it felt like it was going to tear them in half. Second, her balls, which previously had only been notable from the dull ache of them pressing against her meaty thighs, suddenly lanced with heat and pain and rapidly expanded. Third, a tremendous, piping-hot flood of thick pearly fluid exploded out from between her tits, flying over the grass and down into the clear blue waters of the stream. She howled again and another burst of fresh cum escaped from underneath her plump body, her new cock spending itself in the most spectacular fashion.

Fifteen more spine-wrenching, mind-blasting gouts of cum later, a river of the thick goop slowly rolling down the hill to the stream, Malke lay atop her deliciously soft curves, semi-comatose in the afterglow of the first orgasm of her new body. Her whiskers twitched, and her massive fluffy tail draped across her nude back. She heard the crunching of the gravel path up from the stream but couldn’t muster the strength to even look, let alone cover herself.

***

As Kimiko rounded back, heading back towards the shrine after finishing the mountain hike, she noticed an odd amount of activity and bustle. People were heading up the path, running in some cases, some of them not only from the shrine but appearing to be from the neighbouring town.

She stopped a young man in the flowing robes of the shrine, grabbing him by a baggy sleeve. “What’s happening?”

His eyes widened. “You haven’t heard? There’s a new shrine priestess! We haven’t had a new shrine priestess for centuries!”

Kimiko’s heart leapt, and she fell in behind the man in a rapid jog. A shrine priestess, at her shrine! She’d never entirely believed the stories about the shrine priestesses and their magical “blessings,” but she’d wanted to. She definitely had to accept that it was reality when she passed a woman heading the other way, clutching a shirt that was pulled tight over a pair of eye-poppingly huge breasts, ones her outfit clearly had not been designed to comfortably cover that morning.

The blessing of the shrine priestess, or one of them. Beauty, fertility, pleasure, the spirit inside the priestess could bestow it all on her worshippers. The closer she got to the shrine, the thicker the stream of radiantly beautiful, absurdly endowed people became. Some of them had to retire to either side of the path, unable to keep their hands off each other or themselves. Vast, round, perfect tits, trim stomachs, wide hips, thick, leaking cocks and hard muscles abounded – including a few more equally hot but less conventional bodytypes.

She picked up her pace. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities. They said if you were close enough to the priestess – pious enough, dedicated enough, contributed enough to the worship of their spirit, then not only could you receive her gifts but decide on the gifts yourself, even pass them onto others.

She strode through the front gate of the shrine and her jaw dropped. In the centre of the shrine, surrounded by reverent worshippers, sat a jaw-droppingly huge woman. Her vast, fat breasts projected out over a soft, round stomach. Her enormous ass spread out across the stone dais she sat on, joining gargantuan milky-white thighs. Her legs were spread, ending in almost comically tiny feet, and it was what they were spread to accommodate that truly took Kimiko’s breath away.

A shaft as thick as a soda can, fully a foot and a half long, projected out from over testicles each the size of truck tyres. They were held in a loose, almost billowy scrotum that was being lovingly attended to by several worshippers. The fact that the priestess also had round mammalian ears sprouting from the top of her head and a huge plush raccoon tail was almost an afterthought.

Tanuki! She’s a priestess of Tanuki!

The priestess’s dark-ringed eyes were closed in rapture as her attendants all gently rubbed and groped at her overripe body – nothing too energetic, just squeezing, caressing, kisses, licks and sucks. Her cock bucked and pulsed, flicking off huge globs of thick fluid that oozed from the tip, and judging by the mess on the white stone temple floor in front of her, not to mention all over a number of the shrine visitors, she had plenty to spare. One of her attendants, gently stroking the side of her breast, leaned in to her ear.

“Priestess, you have a new visitor…”

She languidly opened her eyes and looked down, then suddenly leaned forward. At the same time, Kimiko gasped with a thrill of recognition.

“Kimmy?”

“Malke?! H-how?”

“I don’t know, I just… it just happened.”

Kimiko’s breathing was slow and reverent as she approached her transformed friend. A gentle blush ran up Malke’s cheeks as she watched Kimiko’s eyes.

“How does it feel?”

Malke sighed deeply and with satisfaction, then moaned lightly as someone squeezed one of her breasts. “It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like… everything just feels right. Like this is what I’m supposed to be.”

Kimiko’s hand brushed over Malke’s stomach, and then up onto her breasts, and the girl grinned. “I’m learning to control it, too. Would you… would you like a blessing?”

Malke’s penis lurched at that statement, making Kimiko’s mouth go dry. The idea of a blessing alone was fantastic, but watching her friend like this, her transformed body, there was a need in the back of her mind and the pit of her stomach like she’d never felt before. Nothing about Malke was something she would have said was attractive before, but somehow she wanted nothing more than her friend’s body.

“I want everything you can give me.”