Accidental Divinity

Gavin lay in a daze, surrounded by dust and the shattered remains of the porcelain jar. He coughed, sending up a cloud of the fine, grey powder, and started to pick himself up off the floor. One minute he was buffing the floor, the next minute he was hitting a thick patch of polish, skidding forwards and slamming into a display.

Embarrassment burned on his cheeks as some of the other employees followed the noise and found him dusting himself, still coughing, standing over the shattered remains of an impossibly old artefact. His skin prickled with heat and sweat as their judging gazes practically burned into him—and that was before Sybil, the junior curator, arrived.

She was a young, but comprehensively patrician woman, thin in the face and body with an aquiline nose and large round glasses, dressed in a grey cardigan and long fabric skirt with sensible boots. Her lips were pursed in frustration, and her eyes, magnified by her glasses, twitched in repressed fury.

"Gavin. My office. Immediately."

The burning sensation followed him, the shameful prickling of a cold sweat. Forget even keeping the job; there was a good chance that Sybil would never speak to him again.

He sat down in the one chair in her tiny office, the ceiling fan spinning lazily. The mechanism of the chair creaked, stuffing bursting out of the side of the thin cushion. Sybil sat at her chair, not much fancier, and sat silently staring at Gavin for a moment, before letting out a deep sigh.

"Gavin, do you know what I had to do to get you this job? Do you know who I had to talk to, the promises I had to make? And it took you less than a week to fuck it up?"

"Sybil, I'm sorry, I really am, it was an accident, look, I'll—I'll try and pay for it..."

She blinked impassively. "No, you won't. We both know that. Even if you had the money, you wouldn't. That's not even the point. Gavin, do you know what that was?"

He shook his head. Her voice trembled as she went on. "That was the first intact Yokan artifact we've ever found. The Yoka were one of the most highly advanced societies in the Neolithic, maintaining an empire when most human civilisations had barely progressed to agriculture. They're an anthropological enigma, and that was one of the few records we have of their society. Three hours alone with that urn invalidated my entire Masters thesis. And now it's dust and rubble."

She stopped, looking down at the desk and sighing again, Gavin burned with embarrassment. Not even looking up, she simply waved her hand towards the door.

"Just... Just go. Go home. I'll do what I can, but... You should probably start looking for a new job."

 

Gavin despondently pushed open the door to his apartment—rather, his girlfriend's apartment, head hanging, his movements slow and dejected. He was going to have to tell Fi about another job, and this time she was finally going to leave him.

Gavin was uncomfortably aware of how entirely out of his league Fiona was: smart, funny, attractive, and if not wildly successful then stable and hard-working. She hadn't been aggressive or mean about Gavin's employment situation but she'd quite pointedly insisted that he needed to get out and find work.

His body still felt hot and itchy, his skin flushed and sweating, even in the cool autumn air of his walk home. He felt tender, too, the skin painfully sensitive to his body hair brushing against his clothes and increasingly aching and tight. This wasn't just an embarrassed flush, there was something wrong with him.

It was when he got in the bedroom, before he'd begun changing, that he doubled over in pain, his whole body growing tight. He gasped in distress, attempting to stretch out and feeling his muscles strain against the motion, as if every part of his body had suddenly contracted.

He howled in pain, sweat dripping onto the floor as he attempted to pull himself up and onto the bed, feeling ten times as heavy with the sudden intent of his muscles to work against him. It was when he finally flopped onto his back on the bed, grimacing with the ache through his body, that he realised something very strange was happening.

He moved his arm, grimacing, and noticed that the sleeve of his shirt was billowing. Looking down, he could see that the shirt looked oversized for him. It hadn't fitted perfectly before, but he practically looked as if he was swimming in it.

Forcing himself against the protests of his aching body, he got up off the bed and stumbled over to the mirror. The sight that greeted him sent a cold shock down his spine.

He was shorter. He was unquestionably, obviously shorter. He was slimmer all over, too, his clothes multiple sizes too big for him. With another gasp as pain lanced through his body, he watched the top of his head creep down, losing an inch of height before his eyes. His shoulders shrunk in a little, too, his body gradually collapsing in on itself.

He stumbled to the side and that was the last straw for his slacks, which were already hanging off his hips by a thread, and they tumbled to the floor around his ankles. He was wearing stretchy boxers, and they just managed to remain in place.

"What the fuck is happeni—eep!"

He clapped one hand over his mouth, grabbing for his belt with the other. His voice had drastically shifted pitch; he sounded like a kid. His breathing was coming fast and harsh now, straining against the pain in his chest muscles, his arm aching just with the effort of holding his pants.

He shuffled back to the bed, finally deciding to let his belt drop to the floor, leaving him in nothing but an oversized button-down shirt and ill-fitting boxers, his skinny legs sticking out from holes that once stretched across his thighs. What muscle mass he'd had was completely gone.

He screamed as pain blossomed between his legs, a high, airy shriek. An ache he couldn't possibly have imagined swelled in his testicles and up into the pit of his stomach, like the feeling of having been kicked in the crotch multiplied a dozen times over.

He ripped down his boxers, revealing that his scrotum had tightened up completely, pressing into his balls and growing even tighter by the second. With a surge of pain that brought a second high-pitched scream, his sack tightened up so hard that it began to squeeze his testicles against his pelvis. The unimaginable pain only ended when, with a moist-sounding schlup, his balls disappeared inside him.

He stared in silence for a moment, his chest rising, eyes wide with fear. With a questing finger he tested the space where his scrotum had been; he found only textured skin, which at his touch tightened up and smoothed out.

"What the fuck?!"

He'd lost a foot in height, easily eighty pounds, his voice had gone up an entire octave and now his testicles had completely disappeared. The tight ache in his body was fading, but now he could feel an unpleasant prickling in his penis – and he had a horrible suspicion about what was coming.

Scrabbling up to a sitting position, sure enough, he was able to see his flaccid cock slowly shrinking back into his groin. His cry caught in his throat, only able to choke as his length disappeared, until nothing was left but a small, pink bud.

He gasped in pain again, pressure blooming underneath the remnants of his penis. He couldn't see what was going on but it was painful and unpleasant, and he squeezed his thin thighs together sweating and grunting as the sensations played themselves out.

That was how he found himself sprawled out on the bed, panting, covered in sweat, staring at the ceiling. The aches and pains were gone, but his mind was so wracked with feelings and fear that he couldn't do anything but stare into space. He was terrified of getting out of bed, terrified at what he'd see in the mirror. He groaned, though, knowing he had to move, he had to take stock.

The first thing he noticed was the emptiness between his legs. Cold air where he used to feel the heat and weight of his genitals. He felt small and cold and, well, weak. His footsteps towards the mirror were impossibly light and dainty. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes in front of the mirror.

He felt sick to his stomach. He was tiny, and thin—so tiny. His face had changed. It was slim and delicate, his skin soft and hairless, his eyes, red as they were from his tears, were big and shimmering, with soft golden irises. He had narrow shoulders and hips, a thin stomach and skinny legs and shoulders. Most chilling, though, was between his legs. It was unquestionably a vagina.

He'd turned into a girl. A skinny, flat-chested girl, but a girl nonetheless.

He had no idea how long he stood staring at his new body. It was long enough that when he snapped back into sensibility, he could feel heat building in the pit of his stomach.

Oh God, it isn't over?

This was different, though. Where before his shrinking, morphing body had caused him nothing but pain, this sensation felt... Good. It spread out through his body in pleasant tingles, particularly settling between his legs and, embarrassingly, in his nipples, but leaving him warm all over. The flood of heat was followed closely by a sensation of fullness, like the pressure in his stomach after a big meal but all throughout his body.

He couldn't help but let out a small moan. Watching himself in the mirror, he felt the pressure through his body surge. It took him a moment to realise what had happened, but it hit him—his arms and legs were no longer as skinny. He gasped as the feeling of heat flowed down into his lower body, filling him from knee to waist, and the pressure surged again through his thighs and bottom.

In front of his eyes he watched his thighs and hips swell. Turning around in shock, he saw the flat, featureless ass he'd been left with after transforming slowly starting to expand away from the top of his legs.

The sensation of growing bigger was one of the most pleasurable things he'd ever felt in his life. He could feel his hips and ass growing more voluptuous by the second, filling him with good feelings that even managed to overcome the shock and fear at his new body. His whole body was humming with a vital energy.

He noted in shock that he was also growing again, slowly gaining back some of the height he'd lost while turning into a girl; now, though, a lot more of it was concentrated in his legs. He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, a throaty moan following alongside it. He clutched at his hips, feeling the warm flesh squish beneath his fingers, letting it expand against his hand. He brushed a strand of buttery blond hair away from his face and stopped in shock, realising his hair was growing down into long, wavy locks.

By now his thighs were back to touching again, an even more unbelievable feat when he realised his hips weren't just bigger—they were wider too, his pelvis not just becoming thicker but actually reshaping itself. He took deep, exultant breaths, trying to keep on top of the mounting pleasure, unable to stop himself from moaning and whining.

He took a step towards the bed, and his eyes rolled back in his head as his sopping pussy lips slid against each other. He turned back to the mirror and gasped as he noticed for the first time that his pussy had swollen up to match his thighs. It was puffy, thick and glistening, his clitoris double the size and visible poking out above the upper folds. His thighs pressed the lips together when he moved.

He stumbled over to the bed, shuddering as his wet folds rubbed against each other. The weight of his massive ass counterbalanced his body, throwing off his movements. The cheeks were almost perfectly round, joining the tops of his thick thighs in a strong, defined line. They were soft but firm, and wobbled enticingly with each step he took.

By the time he'd rolled back into the bed, spreading his fleshy legs and exposing the churning cauldron of his pussy to the cool air, the heat had surged again, this time in his chest. A moan rolled from his mouth as he realised what was coming.

It started with his nipples growing hard, and then with a surge of heat, the same feeling of pressure and bloat, and then two small mounds budded on his chest. A pause for a few seconds, and then another delicious surge of heat and pressure, and the two buds swelled further.

His areolas rippled and expanded with the growth of what could only be called his new breasts, gaining size to keep pace as the mounds swelled with fleshy bounty. They were already large enough to jiggle as his chest rose and fell, and showing no sign of stopping.

He grabbed them and moaned, eyes rolling as sensation shuddered through him, his new pussy spasming. He wasn't used to feeling sexual pleasure in this way. Not just the sensitivity, but the whole-body experience of erogenous zones that brought an instant reaction from him. His pussy, clit and nipples all throbbed with heat, his breasts still slowly swelling before his eyes.

They bloated and expanded against his fingers, refusing to stop. They already filled his hands, much larger than his girlfriend's or any of his exes. His nipples were thickening and expanding too. By now they were the size of the end joint of his pinky fingers, and like the rest of the bulk of his breasts, showing no signs of stopping.

They jiggled and swelled past even handfuls, the flesh overflowing his fingers when he gripped them. He squeezed his massive thighs together, moaning as his pussy throbbed. By now he was resting on a sea of golden-blond hair, his enormous hips writhing as he groped his out-of-control tits. Compounding his pleasure was that they were the sexiest breasts he'd ever felt in his life, and there was an undeniable erotic thrill to holding a pair of growing tits—even if they were his own.

Still they refused to stop. His eyes bugged out. He'd gone beyond just big and hit huge. His tits were starting to dominate his torso, each far too large to fit in one of his hands, still swelling and growing more sensitive by the second.

Finally, it seemed to stop. He laid on the bed, panting, glistening with sweat. He rolled slightly to the left, and gasped as his enormous breasts slipped sideways down his chest and slapped together. His hands went back up to grab them to try and steady their motion, and he realised his mistake as their sensitivity sent bolts of pleasure down his spine.

His hands sunk into the bountiful flesh like bread dough, his hips twitching with the sensation. His eyes rolled back, mouth slack, unable to stop himself from groping his own breasts. He regained focus and looked down at them, the sight of the squishy, juggling flesh only stirring his arousal even further. He wasn't just getting off, he was getting off on the sight of himself.

There was only one thing that offered a more attractive target—the puffy, sopping cauldron between his legs. He hesitated, biting down on his plush lower lip as his even lower lips fluttered with need.

Was he really going to do this? Was his reaction to suddenly finding himself transformed into an overstuffed, oversexed girl really going to be to masturbate? Gripping his throbbing nipples and hearing his feminine gasp answered the question, because his pussy pulsed hard enough that he could no longer ignore it.

His hand practically sunk into the plush mound, the pad of his thumb pressing into his oversized clitoris as a finger slipped well-lubricated straight inside him. A second followed it, barely any more difficult. His left hand pulled and tugged at his left nipple while his right squished and rubbed away between his legs, igniting an unbelievable pleasure that crashed against his body like a tidal wave.

He screamed, a throaty, lusty scream the rival of any he'd ever heard in a porno movie, and he felt his mind sink into the pink fog rising in his body, losing himself to sensation the likes of which he could never even have imagined.

The room filled with the moist squishing of his hand, covered in the juices that dripped liberally from his folds. He could feel the tension building in his body, feel the windup of a pending release which he could tell, even as it danced tantalisingly on the end of his fingers, was going to be devastating. He kept rubbing, panting, moaning, stomach crunching as the orgasm built—

"What the FUCK?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

Gavin's eyes bolted open as his hands fell away from his erogenous zones. A tall, slim-curved redhead stood at the door, her face twisted with rage, her hand already flying to a heavy ornament on the dresser.

"F-Fiona!" Gavin became horribly aware of the feminine treble in his voice. "It's me! It's Gavin!"

"Gavin? You're Gavin's side squeeze or something? Where is that ungrateful piece of shit?"

"No!" he squeaked, tears beginning to stream from his eyes. "I'm Gavin! Fi, it's me!"

"What the hell does that mean? Are you on drugs, you slut?'

Gavin took a deep breath, trying to compose himself over the thudding of his new vagina and the itching, pulsing need to cum. "W-when we had our second date, you got given the wrong flavour of ice cream, a-and you threw it into a lake instead of going and taking it back!"

Fiona blinked, her pretty face moving from rage to confusion. "How do you know that? Why would Gavin tell you that?"

"Please, Fi, it really is me! Ask me something only I would know!"

She glared questioningly, her lips pursed. "What's my birthday?"

"June 24th."

"What's my mother's name?"

"Elizabeth." Gavin fought down a whine and tried to get on top of his breath, his thighs squeezing together.

"What was my teddy bear called?"

"Y-you didn't have one, you had a rabbit called Jeffrey!"

Fiona's eyes went wide as the knick-knack fell from her hands, "Gavin? What happened?"

Her eyes roamed up and down his body, and it was only then that Gavin realised his girlfriend was staring at his new female body, completely nude. His pussy tingled, his fat nipples throbbing with need, and he sat up, groaning as his boobs fell back into place and his labia glided past each other.

"I don't know! I came home from work, I got inside and I... I started changing..."

Fiona strode over and sat down next to him, gently touching his shoulder and running her fingers through his hair. He shivered. "God, it's real..."

Without warning, she suddenly grabbed his nearest breast, her eyes wide as it overflowed her hand completely. He squealed in shock, and she dropped it, letting it slap down back against Gavin's stomach.

"Did that hurt you?"

He shook his head, sweating, wiggling his massive hips and ass against the bed. "N-no, it didn't hurt..."

She looked at him quizzically. "We'll fix this, okay honey? We'll take you to the hospital right now—"

"No!" Gavin gritted his teeth. It was becoming harder to shut out his sex drive—he could feel his hands wanting to creep back down across his smooth thighs and back up to his boiling hot sex. "I c-can't go out, not like this."

"Oh honey we can find you something to wear—"

Gavin whined. "No, Fi, it's not that..." He wiggled his hips again. "I'm, I... well..."

Realisation dawned and Fiona's eyes went wide. "Gavin... Are you getting off on this?"

"I can't help it! I'm so horny, I don't know why!" He teared up again, his boobs wobbling from side to side. "It's like everything's on fire! I need to cum so badly—"

He was cut off by Fiona locking lips with him, gently caressing the side of his face and tracing her fingers through his thick, vibrant blond locks. He closed his eyes with a gentle moan as his girlfriend's tongue probed his mouth, one of her hands drifting down his smooth back and coming to rest on the curve of his buttocks. Fiona broke off the kiss, smiling at him.

"It's okay, honey. We'll fix this, all right? I'll help you calm down, then we'll work out what we're going to do."

Gavin whined again, the need to keep going gripping his entire body. "Fi, a-are you okay with this?"

"Of course not, baby. I'm scared—I don't know what's happened to you or why." She slid the hand that wasn't sliding across his ass over to his left breast, starting to gently palm the thick, throbbing nipple. "But I can see what you need, and I want to help you, okay?"

She smiled, still caressing his breast, twiddling the outsized nipple between her thumb and finger. "Besides, you're hot."

Gavin would have blushed if he wasn't already red in the face. His girlfriend playing with his breast was making him leak juice onto the bed. "You-aaahmmf, like this?"

"Honey, you know I like girls too." She kissed Gavin's shoulder, sucking on the smooth skin, her hands mashing deeply into his outsized breasts and gripping his fat, firm ass cheek. "And, uh, it helps that you're gorgeous."

Gavin squealed, Fiona's touch igniting floods of sensation wherever it went. When she trailed her mouth down to his enormous nipple and sucked it into her mouth, he outright screamed, his whole body tightening up before, as his girlfriend sucked on one nipple and played with the other, he came.

It was like a golden light burst from the centre of his brain and filled his head, wiping out all conscious thought. The orgasm gripped his entire body in a way he'd never imagined, sending spasms through muscles everywhere. He fell backwards on the bed, shuddering and twitching, his huge ass propping his hips up from the mattress.

Fiona followed, skilfully manipulating the waves of his pleasure with gentle rubs and sucks of his swollen nipples, her remaining hand tracing down his plush stomach to softly press against the mound of his new pussy. He gasped for air between involuntary shrieks, his orgasm ebbing and flowing but never receding until pleas to stop rolled staccato past his slack lips.

Fiona stepped back, watching the quivering, curvaceous wreck, that had only that morning been her boyfriend, gradually slip into a contented afterglow. His eyes fluttered back open with a sigh, looking up into Fiona's smiling face.

"Wow. Wow." He shifted, gasping a little as his thighs brushed together. "Ah! Uh... Wow. Is that what it's like for girls?"

Fiona giggled. "Maybe for you. I think you're a special case."

"But, like, I felt it everywhere! And it's still... Mmm..." He shifted again, and then gently reached up a hand to brush against one of his nipples, still diamond-hard. "Jeez, I'm still wired. Is this normal?"

"Babe. You just turned into a girl. Nothing about this is normal. Who knows what's happening?"

"Mph. I guess." He'd transitioned now to palming the bottom of the hefty curve of his breast. It was impossibly firm and smooth, with an enticing heft and jiggle. A lot of enticing heft. They were the size of his head, and he could feel every gelatinous pound straining against his shoulders.

"They're really heavy!"

"Not sure what you expected."

He gripped it a little harder, drawing in a deep breath and wiggling his hips. He was heating up between his legs again, the slick dampness that still remained being joined by a new trickle of juice. The sensation of his lower lips sliding against each other was still bizarre, but undeniably stimulating.

"F-Fiona?"

"Yes, Gavin?"

"Could we... Could we do that again?"

  

"Again" turned out to be three more orgasms, the third with Fiona riding Gavin's face before a passionate sixty-nine. It was partway into a fourth, though, that things started to go differently, with Gavin pulling back from Fiona's touch.

"Ugh... Honey, I... Something's wrong... Feel sick..."

Concern immediately filled her face, her eyes wide. "Oh baby, did we overdo it?! Come on, let's take you to the doc-"

He groaned, took a deep breath, and then leaned back. His hands went to his midriff, massaging a slight pressure building beneath the skin. His eyes went wide as, with another groan, he felt his stomach bulge slightly beneath his hands.

The pair watched on, frozen, as his stomach slowly began to expand. It was taut and round, as if it was being filled from inside. Gavin brushed his hands up and down the bump in horrified fascination, twitching a little at the pleasant tingles. Above his growing midriff, his breasts were changing as well, subtly fattening and changing shape, the pink areolas starting to slightly darken and creep further out across the pale surface of the mounds now beginning to be broken by a faint tracery of blue from underneath.

Within a few minutes his stomach was large enough that his breasts were resting on it, not just over it, propped up by the upper curve. He looked like he'd swallowed a basketball, and his growth was showing no signs of stopping.

"Gavin, you—you're huge! You're popping out! It almost looks like you're—" Fiona's eyes went wide, scanning across the line of his belly, then up to his growing, darkening nipples and the veins criss-crossing their flattening mass.

"Pregnant."

Gavin looked down again at the advancing front of his belly, between the massive jostling mounds perched atop it. Trying to keep his breathing steady he slid forward off the bed, groaning as he got to his feet. One hand went to the bottom of his stomach, the other into the small of his back, allowing him to steady himself waddling his way to the mirror.

Not walking. Waddling.

His blood went cold seeing himself, his little blonde bombshell body now unmistakably caught in the grip of gravidity. He turned around, heaving his still-growing body, levelling a surprisingly calm look at Fiona.

"Gavin, are you all right?"

He shrugged, setting various parts of his body off shaking and jiggling. His hand crooked around the mound of his right breast to rest on the massive, maternal orb of his belly. "Why wouldn't I be, Fi? I've just gone from turning into a girl to turning into a pregnant girl. My stomach is growing bigger by the second. I'm peachy."

He groaned, shuffling back to the bed, sliding himself back with his legs spread to make room for his expanding stomach, pouting as it pushed his tits further up into his field of view. It finally slowed down as the vast curve approached the level of his splayed knees. Fiona sat down next to him cross-legged, eyes roaming over the pale expanse.

"Jesus Gavin, you're enormous. You're almost more belly than girl..."

He pouted again, crossing his arms atop the shelf of breast-flesh in front of him. "Hey, I'm just saying! Although, um, question—how do you feel? Like, uh, down there..."

"Um," he shifted thoughtfully. "Actually, I feel, um—better. That, uh, feeling seems to have gone."

His fingers drifted delicately across his belly, and he took a deep, soothing breath. Fiona's hand joined his, gently brushing across his taut skin.

"That's good. Heh, I was starting to get worn out." She sat staring at Gavin for a moment as he took in his enormity, with a faint smile on her face. "You're still beautiful, though."

"What?" Gavin drew back, his feet sliding to cross under the mass of his stomach. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm a blimp. You said it yourself, I'm more belly than m—uh, girl."

"Yeah, but-" she blushed, "you're beautiful. I'm sorry, I know you're upset, I know this is weird, but you're just—you're exquisite. You're perfect."

Gavin sat silent, feeling the weight of his belly across his ankles. There was a moment almost where time stood still, and then Fiona leaned in, pushing her lips against his. Gavin closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss, feeling one of her hands roam across his stomach and the other reaching back under his rump.

It was less intense than last time they kissed, without the reaction from between his legs or the burning need. It was tender, loving, calming. He felt himself sigh involuntarily.

Fiona broke off the kiss, still blushing. "We'll take you to the doctor in the morning. For now... How about you relax, and I'll make dinner?"

Gavin attempted to act normally as the night drew on, but if he had to pick one word for his new state, it would be inconvenient. He was at best partially mobile. It wasn't just the immense weight of his new body, but navigating it through the house. Making his way back out of the bedroom saw him bumping his belly into walls and furniture, and knocking more than a few things off shelves. He could feel the momentum of the rest of his body as well, the effort of heaving along the pounds of taut fat on his hips, thighs and butt resulting in his belly swinging and his breasts bouncing. It felt like he couldn't make a single move without some part of his altered body bouncing or shaking or wobbling.

When his legs began to tremble with the strain of holding up his weight he collapsed on the living room couch, feeling the old springs groaning under him.

"God, I can barely move. How am I supposed to function like this? How long am I going to stay this way?"

Fiona intentionally kept quiet, focusing on preparing dinner. Gavin grumpily flipped through the channels on the TV until his girlfriend walked back out carrying two plates.

"Dinner on the couch? You hate it when I do that."

"I think tonight's a special case, honey. Besides, um, I'm not sure the table is a good fit for you right now..."

"You mean I'm not a good fit for the table." Gavin sighed. "You're right."

Gavin ate while Fiona picked at her food, staring with a faint smile at him. When he'd finished and managed to put his plate aside Fiona slid up closer to him, throwing one arm across his belly and gently resting her face where the side of his breasts met it. Gavin started with a small eep, but didn't push her away.

"Fi, are you okay?"

She replied with a contented mmm. "You're so warm, and soft. It's... interesting."

Gavin grunted. "I could almost think you prefer me like this."

"Baby, it's not like that. I want to help you, okay? I want to fix you. Just... Until we do, can I just enjoy this? You were enjoying it before."

"Yeah, but I was—enjoy, really? What do you enjoy about this? Are you into pregnant chicks?"

"N-no!" She went red-faced. "I mean, not-not like that, it's just... This feels nice. You feel nice, like this."

The moment hung in the air—a pregnant pause, as it were. Fiona broke it with a kiss on Gavin's cheek.

"You just relax, okay? I'll take care of you."

She got up, busying herself with cleaning up after the meal while Gavin kept sitting, pondering Fiona's reaction to his transformation, growing gradually more frustrated with his ponderous body. He found himself zoning out and his hands exploring his bloated belly and breasts.

Fiona was right—the cleft where his breasts met his belly was enticingly warm and tactile. His whole body was astoundingly warm but particularly his vast stomach. Testing down around the sides of it he felt no stretch marks or other blemishes, but he couldn't even reach to feel the distended belly button that served as the only thing breaking up the mound of smooth flesh.

He could still reach the tips of his breasts, though. He gently rolled an enormous nipple between thumb and forefinger, and while the brain-melting need and hypersensitivity he'd felt previously had faded with the growth of his belly, they were still astoundingly sensitive and caused a brief rush of sensation down to his new pussy, buried between his stomach and his massive thighs.

He finally decided enough was enough, and pushed himself up and off the couch—or attempted to. Thanks to the angle at which the old, sagging springs left him sitting combined with his unnatural and completely unfamiliar weight and centre of gravity, he succeeded in doing nothing but making his tits wobble. He grunted, tried again, and went wide-eyed. Between his stomach and ass, he couldn't get the leverage to get up onto his legs. He also realised the additional issue that his weight was resting on the bottom locks of his masses and masses of hair, and attempting to slide it up just pulled down painfully on his head.

After a few more abortive attempts at standing up that resulted in nothing but him watching a gelatinous wave of flesh slosh back and forth, he changed tack. Grabbing to the side, he twisted where he was sitting, pushing his belly into the couch with one knee bent on the cushions and the other leg hanging over the side.

Panting, he was finally able to hook a hand around and free his hair, dumping it to follow his leg, and then shuffling pivoted on the bottom of his belly until he could stand. Once standing, it was a straightforward if labourious task to heave his stomach off the couch.

Okay, great, we've mastered "getting out of chairs." Only took two whole minutes. This is ridiculous.

He realised he was sweating and panting, and that just made him angrier—furious with himself, that he couldn't even move his ridiculous, outsized body around the house. He could feel the strain in his lower back and the ache in his legs. Unbidden, he felt himself tear up, and turned around to head back into the bedroom, accidentally catching Fiona with his stomach and knocking her down onto the carpet.

He couldn't even find the words to apologise, and just kept waddling his way into the bedroom as fast as he was able before he collapsed onto the bed, sobbing. A few minutes later he felt an arm curl around his waist, or what remained of it, as Fiona pressed her body into his from behind. He sobbed and shuddered into an upset sleep.

 

Gavin awoke choking down a scream. His chest was on fire, the skin of his tits feeling tight and stretched. He shifted and realised why—his tits, already oversized, were even bigger than they'd been when he fell asleep.

He managed to shift into a sitting position with pained whines each time his breasts bounced against each other or shifted. It was like a full stomach, only in his chest, a tender tightness. He could feel cool damp puddles across them, forming from trails leading to his nipples. He reached out, unable to reach the stream of dampness coming from his nipple. It throbbed, burning hot against the cool air of the apartment,

"F-Fiona?!"

There was a pulse of heat through his body, starting from his vast stomach and rippling out, centring in his breasts. It concentrated and the feeling of tightness multiplied, the tops of his mounds rising up even further before his eyes.

"Fiona?!"

She stirred next to him. "Gavin, wha..."

As her eyes opened she bolted upright. "Gavin, y-your tits! What did you do?"

"Nothing, I—" he groaned again, his hands helplessly pawing at the expanding front of smooth flesh ahead of him, "I just woke up! They're so tight!"

Fiona poked one. Gavin whined in response, and a small bead of fluid squirted out from the tip of his nipple. "Gavin, there's something inside them. They're filling up! Oh my God, you're lactating."

They surged with growth again. In contrast to before, instead of maintaining shape or form, they swelled and rose across his stomach, indeed as though they were being filled from the inside out. Fiona pressed into it again, harder this time, squeezing it with her palm, and a thick, honey-coloured liquid squirted out across the sheets.

Gavin moaned. "O-ooh, do that again!"

Her mouth going dry, Fiona got bolder, mashing her hand into the pillowy mound and being rewarded with an even bigger lewd spray of whatever it was that his tits were swelling with. His nipple throbbed and glistened, his comparatively tiny face panting somewhere beyond the acres of flesh between the two.

Suddenly, Fiona pushed her face forward, drawing the entire oversized nipple into her mouth. The taste was like nothing she'd ever encountered before, sweet and rich and somehow creamy without being fatty or cloying. It pushed everything else out of her head. She squished Gavin's breast between her hands as she sucked, feeling the fluid fill her mouth and drawing out moan after moan from her writhing boyfriend.

"F-fionaaaaah! I uugh, p-please, keepooooh! Keep doooiiinngg thaaaat!"

His supernaturally pretty face was locked in an exultant expression, eyes rolling back, mouth slack. His hands were desperately pawing at his lower torso, attempting to reach his throbbing pussy, but the bulk of his stomach shielded his crotch from any contact with the outside world. He settled for groping his un-sucked breast with one hand and resting the other on the back of Fiona's head.

It took only a few more minutes before he came, hard, only the massive weight of his bloated body stopping him from shuddering his way out of Fiona's nursing entirely. His tits let down even stronger into her mouth and across his stomach, spraying a thick stream of the odd fluid. Fiona didn't stop, though, continuing to drink from his overloaded tits as one hand played with herself between her legs until she had her own orgasm in sympathy.

The flow from his right breast had died down somewhat, but his left was still tight and full, and he began working on expressing from it as Fiona sat back in a daze. She took deep breaths, trickles of Gavin's nectar still at the corners of her mouth.

Gavin could tell that he was already wet with his own fluids, the mattress growing damp under his ass, but the pressure in his breast kept him desperately trying to milk himself. The sheer size of his tits, however, made the act borderline impossible, since he couldn't reach his nipples or reach the right side of his left breast because of the hot, heaving mass of his own body blocking his arm.

The discomfort began to overpower even orgasmic afterglow, with Gavin becoming ever more desperate to try and speed up the slow trickle from his nipple.

"Fiona! I can't... I can't fucking reach it!"

He felt her delicate hands glide across his hot, sweaty flesh, and then felt her roll across his belly to sit on his other side. She started to gently roll and tug at his breast, nectar spraying out across the two of them. Gavin moaned again, in a mix of comfort and stimulation. He could feel Fiona's breath on his sensitive skin and the tender care with which she was relieving his pain. He sniffed, his eyes welling with tears.

"I'm so sorry about this."

"Don't be sorry, Gavin. Don't ever be sorry."

"But you—you're sitting here milking me, like a cow! I'm a freak!"

"Don't say that." Her hands continued to gently work at expressing a steady stream of nectar from his nipple. "You're not a freak. You're beautiful."

He shuddered, exulting in the letdown, and sniffed again. "Oh yeah. So beautiful. I'm so enormous I can't even reach the end of my own tits. I can't even roll out of bed. I've never been sexier."

"Yeah."

Fiona's hands stopped for a moment as Gavin's brow wrinkled. "Yeah, what?"

Another pause. "Yes. You are beautiful. You've—" she choked a little, "you've never been sexier."

While he couldn't see it, Gavin could practically feel the advancing front of Fiona's blush. The pair said nothing for a moment, Gavin letting out the occasional soft whine or gasp as Fiona worked to drain his breast of its sloshing bounty.

Gavin was first to break the silence. "Have you, uh, always been into—"

"Into what?"

"Pregnant chicks? I know you said before you weren't, but..."

More silence. "No, I told you, it's not like that!" She cast her eyes across the huge surface of his breast, and the even bigger mound of his vast stomach, and shivered as a pulse of desire worked its way through her body. "Okay, um. I guess it is like that. I don't know. It just... Watching you grow, watching you like this, your breasts, your milk... It's amazing. I mean, of course, I still want to fix you, I don't want you to be sad, but at the same time..."

Gavin's nipple throbbed with the need to let down. The milking was working, but not as fast as he needed (or at least wanted), while his right breast felt reasonably drained. He took a deep breath.

"S-suck on my tit?"

Fiona's hands stopped for a moment. "What?"

"Like you did the other one? Please? I know it was weird, but it worked really well, and if you, um, like it-"

His sentence trailed off to nothingness as Fiona's lips latched around his throbbing tip, the slow trickle of nectar becoming a thick, relieving flow as she settled in around his belly to nurse.

Gavin woke up twice more during the night, his breasts what felt like drum-tight with more of his honey-coloured nectar. Fortunately, each time his stomach had shrunk considerably, until by the end of the second milking his stomach had mostly shrunk all the way back, leaving only a plush, matronly paunch.

His breasts remained enormous. Without his belly in the way, they filled up his lap sitting, and when he grunted his way to a standing position against the immense weight they curved to halfway down his thighs and over a foot away from his body at their widest. They were capped by large, chocolate brown areolas and thick, outsized nipples that filled Fiona's mouth and supported a constant thick flow of nectar.

That was the sight he expected to be waiting for him when he woke up in the morning, groaning with the now-familiar sensation of tight, overfull tits, but with a pleasant shock he realised they'd shrunk down since his second milking of the night. They were still among the biggest breasts he'd ever seen in his life, curving down past his bellybutton, but the difference in size and weight from before was profound. They even seemed to have recovered their shape slightly, his nipples pointing a little bit higher than they had during the night.

He decided to let Fiona sleep, and made his way into the bathroom to begin draining his breasts down into the tub. The flow was lower, the sheer volume of fluid he was dealing with having shrunk along with his tits, and milking himself was much easier. It still felt ridiculously good, his pussy heating up as the sensations spread out from his sensitive nipples.

Musing on the much more manageable size his breasts had shrunk to (and trying not to think how absurd it was that tits of this size could ever be considered more manageable), he was struck by an idea. He slid a hand under his left breast, allowing it to curl on itself, putting his glistening nipple on an unobstructed path to his mouth.

Despite the amount of tit-flesh muffling him, the moans that rose unbidden from his throat reached back to the bedroom, making Fiona stir and then suddenly slam awake. Heat was blooming throughout her body, centred on the dripping cauldron between her legs and her almost painfully erect clitoris. Rolling over to the side made her gasp and jerk back as her rock-hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against the fitted sheet.

She gripped her breast, whining at the line of fire that lanced from it straight into the centre of her brain, and mashed the palm of her other hand into the rigid, pulsing bud between her thighs, already slick with juices. Between her sudden attack of arousal and Gavin's moans swimming around her head it took barely half a minute of desperate rubbing before her body seized up and started to jerk, a savage, primal orgasm thundering through her, leaving her dazed and breathless. The need that had awoken her had abated, but only somewhat, and when she squeezed her thighs together she could still feel pulses of sensation rising up through her brainstem. Gavin moaned again, and she rolled out of the bed and wandered over to the bathroom.

Fiona walked in on him desperately sucking on his own tit, leaking a stream of nectar into the bathtub. She took a deep breath as her pussy fluttered at the sight, then her brow wrinkled.

"Gavin, how did you w—oh. You, uh, got smaller?"

His nipple dropped from his mouth, the hefty mound slapping down against the side of the tub as he wiped his lips. "Yeah, I can walk around again!"

"Great."

"Heh, you almost sound disappointed—oh. Oh God. You're disappointed, aren't you?"

Fiona's eyes went wide. "No, of course not! Baby, why would you say that?"

He stood up, his tits swaying from side to side and trailing nectar. "You told me last night how sexy it was that I was so big I couldn't move! You didn't want me to get smaller!"

"I-I didn't—that's not what I meant—"

"I thought you meant it when you said you wanted to help me, but you don't, do you? You don't want me to get better at all!"

"Gavin. Come and speak to me when you're willing to stop being ridiculous."

She spun on her heel and slammed the bathroom door behind her, her anger overpowering her instinct to dive straight in and get one of Gavin's nipples into her mouth. Gavin went to follow, but the aching tightness in his tits brought him back to slowly milking himself into the bathtub. Thick rivulets of his nectar built up in the bottom of the tub, slowly working their way down to the drain. He'd worked out a rhythm, gripping his breast away from the nipple and pushing down, gasping and yelping lightly with every squirt of nectar he brought out. He lifted his right nipple up to his mouth to start sucking again, moaning into the jiggling flesh as he felt heat blossoming from between his legs.

The orgasm that hit him as he drained his breasts into his stomach was different to the ones he'd felt last night with Fiona. They were less intense but longer-lasting, softer but more insistent like a long-lasting flood of tingling warmth through his body. Less mind-breaking, more mind-melting. It wasn't enough to distract him from what he was doing, and as he kept sucking the peak of pleasure grew and waned, less multiple orgasms and more one long one that lasted until the pressure in his breasts finally, blissfully abated. Shining nectar coated the lower half of his face. He allowed himself a few moments to relax and let the afterglow fade before heading out of the bathroom.

Fiona wasn't in the bedroom. Gavin sighed, and wandered out into the living room. Fiona sat on the couch with a filthy expression on her face.

"Fiona..."

"Don't. How dare you, honestly? How many people do you think would be as calm and supportive as I was about this weird shit I walked into yesterday? But that's not enough, I'm not supportive enough for you?!"

"Fiona, I—"

"I mean, fuck me for, what, not reacting appropriately to the news that the gigantic tits my boyfriend, who turned into a girl, grew overnight, shrunk down? Is there a right way to react to that?"

"Fiona, I'm scared. I don't know what's happening, my body's out of control and I just... You're all I've got, and I got scared. I'm sorry."

Fiona grunted as Gavin stood there, lush and nude, twisting one foot into the floor with a petrified pout. "Fine. I accept your apology. Besides, you weren't entirely wrong."

"What?"

Fiona sighed. "You weren't wrong, not completely. I do want to fix you, I do, but... It was seriously fucking hot."

Gavin sat down in one of the armchairs, grunting as he took the weight off his back and hips, while Fiona kept going. "You remember when my friend Rachel got pregnant a little while back? And she got big. I remember you were staring at her tits all the time."

Gavin blushed, but Fiona just smiled. "So was I. She got so big and round and it was the sexiest thing, and then I saw you, and you were even hotter than her and you got bigger than her." Fiona's nipples were printing through her nightgown, her face flushed. "I... think I have a fetish."

Gavin just nodded blankly while Fiona continued. "Sorry, Gavin. That was a lot. I promise, though, we will work out what's wrong and we'll do whatever it takes to fix you. Some weird pregnancy fetish isn't more important to me than your feelings. Besides, it's passed, right? It's not as if your belly's going to grow again, or something."

Gavin was looking blank and vaguely unfocused, not looking at Fiona but through her. Fiona's brow wrinkled, until she looked down and realised his nipples were erect.

"Gavin... Did me talking about that turn you on?"

"N-, uh, y-ye, um, I don't... I don't know..."

His breathing started to accelerate, hips wiggling in the seat. "I-it feels like yesterday..." Almost subconsciously his hand drifted up to one of his breasts, pushing in and gently groping it, breaths catching with each rub. Fiona stared hungrily for a moment, then shook her head.

"Gavin. We need to talk to a doctor." Gavin whined, one hand sliding between his curvy thighs to start rubbing his unfamiliar, needy pussy, and Fiona swallowed heavily. "A-after I help you."

Four orgasms later, Fiona peeled her face away from Gavin's fat, sweaty tits, and began dialling numbers on her phone while Gavin sat on the couch, whining and rubbing himself. Two more of his orgasms and several doctors offices later, Fiona threw the phone down with a growl.

"And fuck you too, bitch!" She fell back into the couch. "Okay, so. Apparently honestly describing your condition to some nosy doctor's receptionist gets you called a prank caller."

Gavin panted. "Y-you told them the truth?"

"What was I supposed to tell them?"

Gavin groaned, still rubbing desperately, his tits bouncing with each pass of his hand. "I feel... Empty. My pussy is just throbbing and squeezing on itself, and it's just hollow."

Fiona's face brightened, and she ducked up and inside. After a short time she emerged back out, holding a rubber cock toy. Gavin recoiled, shocked enough to drop his hand away.

"Fiona, gross!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. This is exactly what you need. It's no different to..." She watched his eyes, which were fixed on the dildo in her hand. "Gavin?"

"Huh?" He looked back across to her. "No, I don't need a... I don't..."

His eyes drifted back to it, his mouth going slack. One hand was still busy between his legs, the other pinching one of his outsized nipples. The flesh of his breast overflowed his palm, shaking and wobbling as he worked away at it. Fiona giggled.

"You don't need what? This big fake cock up inside your pussy?"

He whined, hips bucking. Fiona stepped forward, gently moving his hand away from his clitoris, and pressed the tip of the rubber shaft to his sopping lips.

"So what is it that you don't need, Gavin?"

He whined again, trying to thrust his hips against it, but Fiona kept it tantalisingly just out of of him.

"Say it, Gavin. What don't you need?"

He whined in his tiny, girly voice. "I n-need it..."

"What? Where?"

"Th-the dildo! Inside me! Pleas-aauhhggah!"

Fiona pushed the shaft inside her transformed boyfriend. Immediately his pleas died out into a rattling, choking moan, an orgasm instantly crashing through his body the moment the dildo spread apart his inner walls. His lush curves bounced and wobbled as he shuddered, his pussy trying to squeeze back against the invader and amplifying his orgasm each time. Fiona didn't remove it until he fell back, nearly comatose, barely able to breathe after his exertion.

"Feel better, sweetheart?"

"Gghuuuhhh. Uuhhn. Uh?"

She let him gently recover, until he let out a tremendous sigh and pushed himself back up to a sitting position.

"Oh. Mmph. I feel... I think it's gone away again."

He fell back with a contented sigh, until he realised Fiona was watching him with a smile.

"What?"

"You liked getting fucked."

He blushed. "I... I can't help it! This body's doing weird things to me."

"You got fucked by a dick and you lii-iiked it. Hmm, I wonder if you'd enjoy the real thing."

"Wh-what? Fiona, you can't possibly—"

He stopped partway through what he was saying, swaying slightly. "Ooh. That... My stomach hurts..."

Fiona's eyes shot open and she leaned in. "You mean like last night? When you-"

He put his hands on his stomach, groaning in both pain and resignation. He felt the skin of his stomach puff up and stretch under his fingertips, becoming tight and then expanding, just as it had the night before. Fiona's breathing rattled as she watched her transformed boyfriend's belly grow again, his body swelling until the bottom curve of his stomach could again rest between his knees. His breasts spread out on top of it, fat and vein-dusted, his nipples shifting to a gravid dark-brown. Gavin groaned, this time fully in resignation.

"Oh fuck off. Not again!"

He watched Fiona's gaze as her eyes flicked across the expanse of his belly, pouting. "Having fun?"

She swallowed. "God, you're so huge."

"Wow, thank you, I hadn't noticed. I'm the size of a fucking house, Fiona. Are you seriously into this?"

She nodded, gently brushing her hand across his belly. He slumped back and let her explore, although he had very little choice. Before she could run her hands up to his breasts, though, the doorbell rang.

"Gavin? It's Sybil! We need to talk!"

The pair of lovers looked at each other, wide-eyed, as Gavin's friend's voice echoed through the apartment.

 

Sybil sat stone-faced on the edge of the bed. Fiona had found Gavin a sheet to serve as a makeshift toga for his overstuffed curves, to give him a little dignity as he sat in the middle of the bed with his hands on the vast protrusion of his belly.

"Once again, Fiona, you are telling me that this is Gavin."

She nodded. "I know it's weird, but he knows things that only Gavin would, and not things he'd know to tell someone. He talks like Gavin, acts like him. It's him."

"I understand that, but it's still absolutely out of the question that Gavin has suddenly—wait."

Her eyes went wide. "Wait a second. You broke a Yokan ceremonial urn—"

Gavin blushed. "I said I was sorry—"

"No, no. You were covered in dust. The dust wasn't from the urn, it was in the urn. It was a vessel for the remains of a high priestess."

Gavin choked. "Ew, I was covered in high priestess?"

"Maybe, yes. I've been translating the runes from the chamber where we found the urn. The Yoka had a ceremony involving those urns, which they believed transferred the powers of the priestess forward to a new recipient. It involved cremating the remains of the last priestess and... breaking the urn over the head of the new priestess."

The three digested that for a moment, before Gavin broke the silence. "So, I'm... a Yorken priestess?"

"Yokan. And, I mean, it would seem that way?"

"That's ridiculous."

Fiona gently stroked her boyfriend's soft cheek. "Honey, you've turned into a tiny, massively pregnant blond woman with gigantic tits. We're a bit beyond ridiculous, aren't we?"

"I mean... Yeah, but like... We're talking about magic, or something."

Sybil shrugged at him. "Do you have a better explanation?"

Gavin pouted, which made Fiona giggle. "God, you're so cute when you pout."

"Don't call me cute."

"Stop being cute, then."

Sybil groaned. "I'll go back to the museum and see if I can find some more information. Knowing what's happened, I might be able to piece together a couple of the other inscriptions and see if they make more sense. Can you walk?"

"Do I... have to?" Gavin made a point of attempting to heave his bulk, succeeding only in bouncing his belly slightly to the side.

"Erm. Right. Well. I think it would be good to have you at the museum if anything else changes. I'll see if I can organise the van?"

"Oh, cool, I'm so huge I literally need a van to get around?" Gavin sighed. "Yeah, okay, I guess."

"All right. I'll organise that as soon as possible. Are you okay to wait here until then?"

Fiona had already started running her hands across Gavin before he could reply, slipping her hands under the sheet to touch his bare skin, and he was wiggling helplessly. Sybil raised an eyebrow, but left without a word as Fiona threw a leg over her boyfriend and leaned across his belly to kiss him.

Fiona didn't let go of him until they heard the knock at the door. She sighed and rolled off, letting him fix up his sheet-dress while she went to open the door.

At the door was a sandy-haired young man in dark trousers and a black buttoned shirt, and a nametag that said NOAH.

"Hi, uh, I'm from the museum. Sybil sent me here to pick someone up in the van?"

"Hi Noah, I'm Fiona. Yes, your passenger is in here waiting for you inside. We're going to need your help getting her up and out, sorry."

"No problem, uh—"

"Fiona. And, uh, be prepared, okay?"

"For wha-oh my God."

He stood slack-jawed at the doorway to the bedroom for a moment while Gavin flushed beet-red and tried to ensure the as much of his feminine bulk was covered as possible. He was so focused on this that he barely noticed Noah also blushing and turning his face away, but Fiona caught the action with a knowing smile.

"I-I'm sorry miss, I didn't realise you—do you want me to wait outside while you get dressed?"

Gavin was fully aware of how tiny his voice sounded in comparison, even to Noah's light tones.

"N-no, uh, this is... This is as dressed as I'm going to get. Fiona, do we really have to—"

She nodded. "Yes. The only person who seems to know anything about what's happening is Sybil. We aren't going to find out anything sitting here. Let the man help you, Dawn."

Dawn? He thought about it for a second and realised that his current form was already a lot to take in, and the idea that he was actually named Gavin would have made it even more absurd for Noah. He nodded, and held his arms out.

"I'm going to need a hand getting up."

Noah's slight frame belied surprising strength, and gripping Gavin's delicate wrists he helped him shuffle to the side of the bed, and onto his feet. Out of balance, Gavin stumbled forward, but Noah caught him, and then Gavin realised he was being held tightly by a rather handsome man. And he liked it. Noah coughed, at which point Gavin realised his utterly enormous breasts were pressing directly against Noah, and quickly worked to regain his balance.

"Sorry, uh, Dawn, it's just, you were stumbling—"

"It's, um, totally fine." Gavin was even redder than he was on the bed. He could see Fiona grinning over Noah's shoulder.

"Can you walk?"

Gavin nodded. "Okay. I'll go ahead and call the elevator. You take your time getting out, don't hurt yourself, okay?"

They both watched him leave, at which point Fiona turned to Gavin, grinning even harder. "You liiiiiike him!"

"I... What?" Another red flush. "I do not, I'm just... This body is confusing..."

"Gavin, you're not confused, you're smitten. I could practically see the little hearts in your eyes."

"Fiona, really, I promise, I'm not—"

"I'm okay with it, dummy."

That took the wind out of Gavin's sails completely. "Wait... What?"

"I'm cool with it. You're still my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I can't share you a bit, does it? I think watching him fuck you while I suck on your tits would be super hot."

That statement caused Gavin's brain to shut down briefly, not least because he started to imagine it. "I, um..."

"Ladies?" Noah's voice drifted in from outside. "Are you okay? Do you need a hand?"

Fiona chuckled and under her breath muttered "Oh it's not a hand she needs, darling." She then raised her voice. "Sorry, Noah! She's coming!"

 

The journey was mostly uneventful. The elevator ride was squashy, and Gavin was sure Noah wasn't taking great pains to press up against him—but also wasn't entirely bothered. The back of the van was spacious enough to allow him to sit down, and he was heavy enough and Noah was careful enough that he didn't bounce around too much. It gave Gavin time to sit and think, which was a blessing and a curse.

Hopefully Sybil would be able to work out a way to fix him. Just because it appeared to be some sort of magic that had changed him into a huge-breasted pregnant woman was no reason to assume she couldn't find or think of something.

Dawn. That's what Fiona had called him. Offhand, as casually as breathing. Did she make that up on the spot? Had she thought of it last night? Was she assuming this was...

He shook his head. She'd told him she supported him. He had to trust that. He also had to ignore that Dawn was still bouncing around in his head, and with his body how it was, it felt disgracefully comfortable. Someone who looked like this, felt like this, couldn't be a Gavin, could she?

Gavin was only barely able to process she before the van pulled to a stop in the museum loading bay, and Noah killed the engine. Soon Noah was opening the back doors to the van, letting in the dim light of the bay.

"Everything all right in there, Dawn?"

He smiled, and nodded. "Just fine, thank you."

"Need a hand getting out?"

"If you're offering—"

This time Noah was far less shy about holding him closely, and he was far less reticent to let him. What he wasn't sure Noah realised was that Gavin's belly was quite sensitive, and he definitely felt the stirrings of Noah's erection as he pressed against him.

They made their way as discreetly as possible through the back corridors, squeezing Gavin through a door into a small empty exhibition room that Sybil had set aside, noting that Gavin wasn't going to be able to comfortably fit in her office. Gavin flopped down on a cushioned bench while Fiona sat down propped against the wall next to him.

"I'll bring you some water, and we've got some leftovers from the catering we did for the state visit yesterday. Will that be okay?"

Gavin nodded, and sat back, groaning in relief as he took the weight off his legs and back. It seemed vastly unfair that this transformation could literally take away his penis but apparently couldn't stretch to letting him move around comfortably with his new bulk. Fiona looked up at him as Noah left the room, pure malevolent joy plastered across her face.

"What?"

"Just waiting for you to admit that you're hot for Noah, you slutty little bitch."

Gavin flushed deep red. "I am not! I'm just... this whole thing is fucking with my head! It's probably just some messed up part of this stupid magic. And don't... call me that!"

"What?" Fiona moved up onto the bench, pressing herself against Gavin. "Slut? Honey, you whined for me to make you cum all morning until you begged me to put a dildo inside you, and just then you were practically shoving Noah's head between your gigantic titties. You're a slut, and it's really quite hot."

Gavin could feel himself heating up and growing wet again between his fat thighs and enormous stomach, and wiggled a little on the bench. Before anything could escalate, though, Sybil entered the room.

"Good to see you've gotten here in one piece. I've found all the notes I can about the Yokan priestesses, and with what has happened to you I think I've been able to stitch together a few different accounts in a way that makes sense; obviously until now we hadn't considered the idea of some sort of actual supernatural phenomenon."

"You're being awfully blasé about this."

"I have already accepted that my friend, who I've known since high school, has somehow in the most catastrophic fuck-up of his entire life turned himself into a massively pregnant woman. And I am, realistically, the only person in the entire world who could even begin to unravel what has happened. For your sake, coming to your rescue again as is my lifelong curse, I am keeping things together, but rest assured I am on the borderline of hysterics."

She took a deep breath, pushed her glasses up her face, and continued.

"So. The Yokan religion was a fertility cult. This isn't abnormal for ancient civilisations, of course, but the early extent of the Yokan religion is unprecedented, along with the early extent of their development of agriculture. Theories abound as to why and how but obviously until now the concept of supernatural assistance with their development was not considered."

"Wh-what does this have to do with what happened to me?"

Sybil grunted. "Gavin, the Yoka were fertility cultists. Up until now we'd assumed some of the recovered writings about their priestesses were legends, or metaphorical, but... Here you are, in the bountiful flesh. Their bodies were said to transform with the phases of the moon in a cycle that allowed them to collect, I don't know how you'd best translate it—energy? Essence? From the tribe, and concentrate and use it in such a way as to provide abundance."

Gavin thought that over for a moment. "So, like, they used their bodies to collect the magic, and used that to supercharge their crops?"

"That's a good way to summarise it, at least to the limits of my understanding."

"How did they collect the energy?"

"It's a fertility cult, Gavin. Use your imagination."

He did, and immediately blushed and tried to sink into his own breasts. Fiona snapped her fingers. "That's probably why you've been so horny!"

Gavin tried to sink further into himself while Sybil cleared her throat. "I'm sorry?"

"Well, her body is constantly changing. When I first found her she looked like a girl, and had, you know, the boobs and curves and everything, but not the belly. She was, uh, really turned on, too. Like she couldn't control it."

Sybil grabbed some papers from her pile and looked through them for a minute. "Yes, yes, these cave drawings here... Of course! We assumed that symbol meant "heat," but it meant—"

"In heat." Fiona giggled. "When she was, uh, done, that's when the belly grew in. So, is that, like, where her body is storing the energy?"

"It must be. Of course it would only be a limited amount, given what the records suggest Yokan priestesses routinely, uh, got up to. One encounter with one person would be a mere dewdrop of energy, comparatively."

Gavin was barely taking in the information, instead staring at Fiona, who whether intentionally or unknowingly had been referring to him as a woman the entire time they'd been here.

"So they grow the big belly to hold all the energy and... concentrate it? Into something they can use—the breastmilk!"

Sybil looked over at her, nonverbally prompting the explanation.

"Oh, uh, it's... Not milk, exactly. After she'd spent a whole bunch of the night toting around the belly, her boobs filled up with this, like—nectar, would be the best word, I think? It looked like thin honey."

Sybil shuffled more papers. "They do speak of the nectar of the priestesses. We assumed it was a metaphor for a blessing, but yet again it may have been far more literal than we suspected. So the priestesses would absorb energy from sexual contact, concentrate it through gestation and express it from their breasts for the tribe to use, and repeat that cycle. That... is utterly absurd, but makes sense given what we knew about the lunar cycle the Yokan used for harvesting. We assumed it was a different calendar, but perhaps the power of the priestesses genuinely let them grow and harvest their food once a month. This changes everything about our assumptions of the spread of Yokan civilisation!"

"Um, girls—" and Gavin was intensely aware of how girlish his own interruption sounded— "this is all very fascinating but how do we turn me back to normal?"

"Oh, right, yes. Um. I've not, so far, encountered anything that suggests the process is reversible. But nothing that says it isn't! Don't worry, this will consume all my free time for quite a while and the moment I see or read anything relevant, I will tell you!"

"Oh. Cool. So, I came here for nothing?"

"No, not at all. With the information you can give me about your new form, it will be much easier for me to analyse and cross-reference my information. It's possible other things that never read as important to us might pop up. Take heart! I might get you to stay here, though, if that's all right—so I can come and speak to you. Also so I can see these future changes for myself."

Gavin shrugged defeatedly. "Fine. Whatever."

Fiona leaned over and gave him a small kiss. "I have to head to work, babe. Take care of yourself, okay?"

She handed him a bag. "I brought your tablet and games and a couple of other things in case you were here a while."

"Oh! Uh, thank you. Thanks, Fiona."

She got up with another kiss, threw a blanket over him and left the room, leaving Gavin all alone. He half-heartedly played on his tablet, but before too long his mind began to wander.

He'd first assumed it was a dream. Then, he assumed it was going to... wear off, or something. Now, though, it was looking entirely possible, even likely, that he was stuck like this.

The thought was disturbing, but as he rolled it about in his mind like a gumball, he wasn't as horrified as he knew he should have been. His life, frankly, sucked. Fiona was the only decent thing in it, and, well, she was more into him now than she had been in months. Other than that, he wasn't giving up anything else important, and these priestesses, from what Sybil seemed to be implying, basically spent their whole lives being waited on hand and foot and having sex. Not a bad gig, really, if he was going to be stuck like this. As a woman.

A woman. That thought rolled around now, too. If he was stuck like this, he was stuck as a girl. He could hardly pretend otherwise—even his own girlfriend saw him as one. Who could blame her, really? His slight frame, his long hair, his massive, milky-soft jiggling breasts, his wide hips and enormous ass, thick thighs...

He giggled. If he was going to be stuck as a woman, at least it was as a hot one, the giant pregnant belly notwithstanding. And as far as that went, Fiona didn't mind it, and Noah didn't seem to either. Fiona said she was willing to share; maybe she'd be willing to lavish kisses on the soft, taut underside of her stomach while Noah groped and suckled on her oh-so-sensitive breasts—

The door creaked and Gavin snapped to, pulling his hands away from where they'd worked their way inbetween his legs. His hands, his legs, he reminded himself, as Noah walked in with a few plates of food.

"Hey, Dawn! Sybil said you were going to stay a while. Hope that's okay. Are you hungry?"

He had no idea how long it had been since Fiona left but he realised he was, absurdly so, and accepted the plate gratefully. Ploughing into the food, he barely noticed anything around him, focused on filling his belly—at least, the part of it that wasn't already full of some mysterious substance. It was only once he stopped to take a small break and looked up that he realised Noah was staring at him, before he jumped and looked down at his laptop.

Now that he was looking for it, Gavin kept noticing Noah looking at him. Sideways glances, furtive expressions, sudden turns of the head whenever Gavin looked up, until he finally put down his plate and sighed.

"Yes, I know, I'm a freak. Get it out of your system."

Noah choked. "Wh-what? No, no! You're not a freak!"

"Then why do you keep fuckin' staring at me, bro?"

"I-I, well, I'm sorry, it's um, just, you... You're..."

"Spit it out."

Noah looked like he wanted to fold in on himself.

"You're s-so beautiful. I know you've probably heard that from tons of guys, but I just... You're amazing. Sorry."

Gavin snorted, although at the same time his heart fluttered and he felt a strange elation wash over him. "You're joking, right? I'm a blimp. I'm just a fucking... Collection of spheres."

"It suits you, though? You carry it so comfortably, like you were made for this. And, um, you have the prettiest face I've ever seen, and um, uh..."

Gavin might not have had all the keen instincts of someone who had possessed a body like this for much, much longer, but it was extremely obvious where Noah was looking. Despite himself, he found a wry smile creeping across his face.

"Oh, those? They are pretty incredible, aren't they?"

Noah nodded, blushing. His heart started to thud as an idea pushed its way into his brain and wouldn't leave. His mind wanted to recoil, but it couldn't, and the more the idea sat there and fermented, the stronger it got. Eventually, he coughed.

"Do... You want to see them?"

Noah choked on a mouthful of water. "Wh-what?"

"You can see them. If you want. I'd... like to show you them? I think?"

He had no idea why. He'd had a pair of massive tits slapped unwillingly onto him by some sort of ancient magic, all he should have been able to think about was getting back to his original body, but there was a primal urge rising inside him to show them off. To another man.

Gavin let some of his covering fall down, revealing a vast curve of perfect, milky-white skin faintly dusted with blue. He heard Noah stop breathing as he stared, wide-eyed.

"You like?"

He nodded.

"You want more?"

He nodded again, but Gavin waved his finger.

"Use your words."

"I... I'd love to see your breasts, Dawn."

Gavin let the rest of the cover slip and reveal his enormous nipple nestled in a saucer-sized chocolate brown areola, keeping his eyes locked with Noah's as he did. It was intoxicating to hold this much power over somebody. Was this how girls felt all the time around men? Why would anyone not want this? He slipped the cover off his other breast and pulled his arms together the way he'd seen girls do in porn, and was rewarded with a massive swell of cleavage.

"They're not too big, are they?"

Noah shook his head almost desperately. Gavin hooked his hands underneath the heavy mounds and hefted them up, taking his own moment to marvel at their incredible weight and texture, how they wobbled and jostled with every motion, how they tried to slip out of his hands. He let them fall back down against his chest and belly with a hard slap, which also made him realise that despite not being in the grips of the absurd heat he was in earlier, they were still wickedly sensitive, and he had to bite down on a yelp.

Watching Noah watch him, he continued to pick them up and play with them, squishing his hands deep into the soft flesh, groping them in circles against and away from each other, forming massive swells of cleavage and letting them droop away, showing off the plush elasticity of his flesh, as well as sending pulses of pleasure down to his twitching vagina. He was struck by inspiration and gripped one with both hands, folding it over on itself enough to point his nipple towards his face, and bringing it up to his mouth close enough to reach his mouth.

Licking and sucking his own nipple was an utterly unique sensation. He'd never gotten why girls enjoyed their breasts being played with, even if most didn't enjoy it as much as most men thought they did, but the nipples felt as different to own as they did to touch. The sensation was dull, but pleasurable, and they hardened at the merest suggestion from his warm lips in the cool museum air. That was of course coupled with the pleasure of sucking on frankly the most incredible breast he'd ever seen in his life, and for a while he entirely forgot what he had been doing, until he paused for breath and looked up to find Noah not just staring but positively panting and whining with need. Need for him. His own pussy was throbbing and boiling hot, and wet in a way that Gavin found strangely delightful.

"Mmm. Noah, are you happy just looking or do you want to... Um... Would you like to touch them?"

Noah breathed in with a rattling gasp. "A-are you sure?"

Gavin's brow wrinkled. "... Why would I ask you to touch them if I wasn't sure I wanted you to?"

"I, just, I... Girls like you, aren't really, you know, they don't... They aren't usually into me..."

"Noah, get over here and grab my fucking tits."

Noah timidly came over and sat next to Gavin, and as he was raising a trembling, hesitant hand, Gavin grabbed it and shoved it directly over one of his giant areolas. Noah's hand sunk in deeply, and Gavin immediately let out a sudden, powerful noise somewhere between a moan and a shriek.

Noah's other hand joined in, both grabbing and groping and the sensation was exquisite. Noah was amateurish but enthusiastic, and soon he was exploring the full swell of both of Gavin's breasts with strong, warm hands, squishing them together, hefting and squeezing them, tugging on the enormous nipples, and the longer he went the more the sensation built deep inside him until just about, almost, nearly, he felt himself starting to approach a crest, just from being felt up—

—and then Noah stopped dead, starting to shudder and gasp, leaning against Gavin's belly with his eyes closed and his expression ecstatic.

Once Gavin was able to take stock of the situation he knew immediately what had happened. Noah took a little longer to recover from the afterglow, but when he did his eyes snapped open and he threw himself back from Gavin, stammering.

"I-I-I-oh God I'm so—so sorry, I-fuck, I, um, oh no—"

"It's okay, Noah."

"No, you, I, I shouldn't have—I can't, I'm—oh God, I—"

"Noah, please. It's okay. Really."

"I—... You're not upset?"

Oddly, he really wasn't. Slightly put out that the attention had stopped, but otherwise, Gavin found himself feeling an odd amount of affection for the young man, but more than that, the intoxicating feeling of power rose in him again—the idea that his body could do that to someone. The thought that it should have been utterly gross that a man just came in his pants from touching his body didn't even occur to him.

"I, well. I like that you like my body? And, um. I can't see that as anything but a sign that you like it. You're free to tell me otherwise."

Noah shook his head desperately. "No, no, you're—you're the hottest person I've ever seen."

That felt good.

"I just, you... You deserve better than that."

"Oh, Noah," Gavin shifted over, batting eyes at him, tracing his hand down the curve of his belly, "you let me decide what I deserve, okay?"

He became aware his breasts were feeling warm, even warmer than they had been. His nipples were tingling, prickling, as if Noah's hands on him had unlocked or stimulated something. He took a deep breath, still looking Noah in the eyes, and smiled as the tingling spread into a faint pressure, a fullness from the inside of them. Just like last night, only this time he was awake to feel it start. And the timing was perfect.

The heat surged out, starting from deep inside his immense stomach and flooding his body until it settled in his breasts, building and concentrating until it felt like a fire burned inside them. He moaned as the fire brought with it a pressure so strong he could practically feel his skin stretching, the prickling increasing and spreading all across the growing flesh of his chest, and then top curve of his breasts rising before their eyes like bread dough.

"D-Dawn, are you okay? Oh, God, um, let me go, uh, I'll get—"

Gavin grabbed his wrist. "N-no, Noah, I'm fine, I-uuhhoooohhh—"

More heat, more sensation, more growth. Noah's mouth dropped open in pure shock as the already life-changingly enormous breasts in front of him grew even larger, swelling and fattening, the pale flesh showing off a faint blue tracery, the thick deep-brown pebbly areolas spreading, Gavin's nipples growing even thicker, fatter and more enticing. He kept moaning as the heat pulsed and compounded and the pressure surged, each time accompanied by his breasts swelling even bigger. Thin, golden liquid began to bead at the tips of his nipples, soon becoming a trickle as his nectar desperately tried to relieve the pressure in his overfull tits.

By the time the growth slowed down, his breasts projected heavily atop and across each side of his belly, to the point where he could barely see over the top of their curves and had no chance of reaching the nipples, each one twice the thickness of his thumbs and two full inches long and leaking a steady stream of his nectar down his belly. He took a breath, trying to get on top of the sensations, and, panting, looked up at Noah. The stunned deer-in-the-headlights look in the young man's eyes made him grin, giving him an idea to focus on.

"Well, Noah, you seemed to like how they feel. Want to learn how they taste?"

Noah looked confused for a moment, then his mouth dropped open, looking at Gavin half-disbelieving, half-pleading. He nodded, and Noah moved back, pressing against Gavin's belly, looking back up into his face for another moment before dipping back down and taking Gavin's oversized nipple into his mouth.

It was different to when Fiona had suckled from him the night before. He wasn't sure whether it was because they weren't so tight and desperately in need of draining or because he was more used to how this body responded, but it was less immediately stimulating - certainly pleasurable, and he knew if it kept up he was absolutely going to cum from it, but it was a softer, calmer pleasure. The sort to gently lie back and let happen to you rather than actively participate in. In a strange way it was almost like afterglow. He took a deep, contented breath, holding his belly and the top of his breast with his delicate little hands, and just let Noah gently nurse from him.

The nectar flowed beautifully, and Gavin was able to feel the interplay of the let-down and build-up inside his mounds. He couldn't quite relax into it exactly because Noah's greedy lips on his sensitive skin were making him twitch and leak between his legs, and the sensation gradually climbed higher without letting him get on top of it, but he could enjoy the experience rather than just savour its completion. All else being equal he'd have been happy to let Noah do this for hours.

"Mmm... That's... Thaaaat's incredible Noa-oh, oh God... Don't stop..."

Noah's left hand held the left breast, the one he was nursing from, in place. His right hand moved across, Gavin feeling every inch of its travel, until it settled to gently palm and push the nipple and areola of his right breast, nectar dripping in rivulets around it. That reflavoured the pleasure again, now a mixture of the wonderful, low-and-slow content buildup of the suckling plus the more direct, intense pleasure of his sensitive tits being groped. Gavin yelped, and then moaned, sinking back into the cushions and letting Noah do as he pleased - as if he had any other choice trapped under his cumbersome, sensitive body.

Noah pressed harder into him, smushing more of his overflowing flesh together and also allowing Gavin to realise that Noah's erection had returned and was pressing into the side of his belly. The feeling made him want to purr.

This felt right. His conscious mind was insisting he was a straight man, that none of this was right. Everything else—the rest of his mind, his body, his emotions—knew that she was a beautiful, radiant, fertile goddess, worshipped by men and women both, that nothing was more right than having someone, anyone, nursing tenderly from her wondrous, nourishing breasts, and that when the time was right she would need a strong, dutiful shaft between her thighs to help her bring forth new life.

She. Her body. Her breasts. Her vagina. How could it be anything else? Why would she want it to be anything else? What did, or could, being a man ever do for her that compared to this? Dawn groaned with delight, the last vestiges of uncertainty shedding like scales from her mind, and settled back to let Noah treat her like she deserved to be treated.

Noah switched breasts, leaning across her belly to take her right nipple into his mouth, pushing himself harder into her. Her nectar flowed, even more strongly than before, her now-neglected breast still leaking and gushing across them. Noah felt hot and heavy against her, comfortingly strong, starting to lightly hump and grind against her as his erection pulsed. Dawn smiled gleefully at the sensation, at the idea that this boy was that desperate to touch her body, but even more than that, at the idea of what she was going to do about it.

"Mmm, ooh, Noah... T-take off your clothes."

He looked stunned for a moment, then nodded. Dawn bit her lip watching him unbutton his shirt, revealing his slim, sparsely-haired chest. Dawn smiled with approval, her tits pulsing and letting out a small extra trickle of nectar. Noah coughed.

"Um, I'm going to, uh... This feels weird..."

"Undressing for me feels weird?"

"N-no, no, I mean, I, well... My..."

He took a deep breath, undoing and sliding out of his slacks. His boxer shorts were clearly soaked through, which she'd expected, but more than that—

"Noah, you're huge!"

An erection easily longer than 7 inches was tenting out his underwear. Noah's eyes went wide with shock, his cheeks flushing red.

"It's not normally that big!"

He practically peeled his boxers off it, and it sprung forward, rigidly hard, bright red with engorgement, and as Dawn watched, it pulsed and belched out a surprisingly large glob of clear precum. Noah was even redder.

"It-huh, it's r-really hard... S-something's wrong, this is... All this stuff, this isn't normal!"

"Mmm, maybe it just really wants to show me how much you like me?"

Noah shrugged, starting to pant and sweat a little as they both watched his cock strain desperately without even being touched, leaking so much fluid it dripped from the fat, over-full head.

"Can I touch it?"

Noah didn't even have to answer—his dick lurched so hard he groaned, joined by a flood of clear slime that belched from the tip to drip onto the floor.

"Come and sit next to me, Noah. I'll help you with your problem?"

He quickly shucked off his shoes, socks and pants from around his ankles and sat next to Dawn on the seat. Dawn took another appreciative look over his slim, nude body and then reached out to wrap her fingers around his shaft. Noah gasped immediately and Dawn felt it lurch in her hand, and the trickle of another glob of precum rolling down her fingers.

"Wow."

"Is... Is it okay?"

"I think so? I don't, um, have a lot of experience with this." She stroked her fingers along the underside, marvelling at how it reacted to her touch. She'd been on the other side of this, of course, but this was a very different experience. Her former equipment was a lot smaller, for one thing.

"You haven't done this before?"

Well, not to somebody else's, she thought, but decided to keep that to herself. "This is my first time."

"N-no way. You're—well, you could have any guy you wanted!"

She smiled at him, and gave his cock a light pump. "You're very sweet, but no." She started low, slow strokes, and with him disgorging enough lube for an entire hand job with each desperate lurch of his dick, she didn't need to do anything to ensure it was slick and sensual.

"Oh-oh, that's! Fu-huck, wow, that's so good!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Noah, I love that you're trying to be nice, but you don't have to bullshit me. I've barely done anything."

He caught his breath for a moment, his dick jumping in her hand like it was trying to escape. "N-no, I mean it, it's... It's never felt like this before!"

She resumed slowly stroking, focusing on moving exactly how she would have for herself, making sure to use the lubrication to not just tug the skin but also to slide her fingers into different areas, pushing her thumb up under the frenulum, sliding her index and middle finger down the ridge on the bottom, exploring every inch of the thick, desperate meat being offered up for her amusement.

Noah thrashed and writhed, his abs flexing, babbling entreaties at her to keep going, praising her, as she ramped up the pressure and speed of her strokes. Fluid gushed from his overworked dick, dripping into a puddle on the seat between his thighs, to the point where Dawn's whole hand was slick and glistening.

"D-Dawn, I'm... I'm gonna... I-fuuuhhhck!"

Noah's whole body rolled and flexed and, with another powerful lurch of his dick, a thick rope of cum shot from the end, flinging up into the air in a long fluid arc to land a considerable distance away on the floor. He groaned and shot off again, another whole-body thrust into an even thicker and harder cumshot that flew even further away. Dawn teasingly continued to slowly pump and encourage his orgasm along, to the tune of thirteen hard, hypercharged ejaculations that left a mind-boggling mess on the floor and couch in front of them and, with one or two last weaker pumps, dripping down Dawn's fingers.

Dawn watched the carnage with fascination while Noah slumped on the seat, sweating and panting.

"Wow, that was a lot."

Noah nodded dazily. "N-never... Never cum that hard... In my life..."

He gasped as a last final dribble of cum belched from his cock and rolled down to join the rest, like an aftershock. Dawn raised her hand to her face, examining the glossy strings of Noah's love that clung to her. She did that. And while it was easy to lie about how good it felt, faking something like that was a lot harder. No, that was all her. And she wanted to do it again.

She was gripped by a short compulsion and raised her hand to her face to lick it. The texture was much what she expected, somewhat interesting, but the taste was far sweeter. Fiona had told her in the past it was bitter and salty, but this was weakly syrupy. She slurped the rest off, sucking it off her own fingers, then looked down and spotted the remnants on Noah's softening shaft. She licked her lips, and looked up at him.

"Can I, um, clean it off for you?"

Noah nodded keenly, and Dawn started to move, before she paused and realised she had to do some mental geometry. She wasn't going to be able to bend over from where she was sitting to reach his lap with all of the rest of her in the way.

"Okay, uh, wait, give me a—um, let me just..."

She thought for a second, and then turned her legs to slide off the seat sideways, ending up with her knees on the floor, and, holding her belly, scootched over until she was positioned between Noah's legs. Between breast and belly, though, she wasn't able to get close enough to the seat to reach him. She turned her body to the side and inched towards him until her head projected up between his thighs.

She leaned in and began to kiss up from the base of his cock, slow, lingering kisses, letting her tongue drift across the still-firm flesh. Even just holding a penis from, as it were, the other side, was a new and fascinating experience, but getting to explore its shape with her tongue was something else entirely. Its topography filled her perception, melding with the heat of Noah's heartbeat, the scent of his body and the lingering strands of semen and the sound of his gasps and pleasured moans. Cleaning off his cock wasn't just fun, it was an experience. When her tongue touched the velvety softness of his glans, she couldn't resist, and took the entire tip into her mouth just to feel it.

Noah's blood was pumping. Despite having just cum out what felt like his entire soul, his cock was rock, raging hard, and he wanted more. He forced himself to stay patient, though, to let this incredible, impossible woman do whatever she wanted to him, because there was no way he wanted to ruin this by upsetting her.

Dawn slid her mouth further down his shaft, slowly, gently, letting it gradually fill up her mouth—not just physically, but emotionally, sensually. There was of course the weak sweetness of the lingering remnants of his cum, the thing that had drawn her to this in the first place, but the flesh of his cock had its own taste and texture, vaguely salty, firm but yielding, velvety-soft and smooth but clinging and tacking to her mouth as she moved. She'd felt something similar before, of course, given that she'd had one until yesterday, but this one was both bigger, harder and more well-lubricated than hers had ever been, and was also in her mouth instead of her hand.

She took a moment to marvel at the way its soft skin gently coated its hot, rigid core. His glans seemed perfectly shaped to continue moving through her mouth, and it was a couple of inches of wickedly fat dick before Dawn realised that she hadn't actually had to stop. When Fiona had done this to her she'd had to carefully manage herself so as not to choke, but this dick was sliding straight towards and down her throat without effort. She had a brief, wicked idea, and, after a moment to gather herself, began to just plunge forward until she felt the need to stop.

Noah's cock slid into her like she was built for it and the only need she felt to stop was when her lips pressed into the flesh at its base. She could certainly tell that her throat had to adjust to this boy's enormous dick, but it was a comfortable adjustment, downright natural, gently conforming perfectly to its curves rather than being forced aside, a sensual caress rather than a rough squeeze.

Before she'd even manage to process this she felt him throb, and that added its own layer to the symphony. A penis, a big, fat man's cock, shoved down her throat to the hilt, pulsing with the desperate need to do what it was meant to do, to erupt inside her, to flood her body with the seed of new life, to breed her.

Which, on reflection, was silly, since it wasn't as if it was anywhere near the right place for breeding, and even if it were, Dawn's current physical state seemed to suggest that entire process was not exactly open for business at the moment. The scientific reality of it didn't matter, though, it didn't feel like it was about conception per se, but her body was craving the act like her life depended on it.

Sybil's explanation jumped into her mind—energy. Collecting energy from sex. That was what she was craving—not him knocking her up, but dumping a big, thick, glistening load of sexual energy inside her.

She pulled back, revelling in the feeling of him slowly sliding out from her throat and letting it relax back, only stopping when the head of his cock was still just in behind her lips. She gave it a loving suckle and stroked her tongue along the bottom, able to tell even with the wetness of her mouth that he was leaking a steady stream of his love-lube for her.

There was something she hadn't explored yet, and as she started to suck, pulling herself forward with the motion, she crept a hand up between Noah's legs and slid her fingers under his scrotum. She'd always thought testicles were weird and ugly things but was realising a new appreciation for them. Noah's were delightfully warm and weighty, oversized like his cock, which combined with the smaller size of her hand to make them feel far bigger than her previous set. She knew that his semen wasn't actually made or kept in them but she couldn't help but imagine that their size was because they were brimming with cum, ready for her to extract every last drop down her waiting throat.

Moans rolled from deep in her chest as she worked up and down his length, lips, mouth, tongue and throat all working in perfect harmony, squeezing the soft, velvety skin of his sack as she did. It felt like she was falling into a trance, continuing to work off instinct, no longer thinking, just feeling, gradually getting faster and more forceful as Noah's gasps and moans grew more desperate, his body trembling, cock throbbing and leaking until—

He moaned, hips twitching, fists thumping the couch at either side as he started to unload in her mouth. Dawn purred encouragingly as she felt the first blast of his love against the back of her throat, dripping onto her tongue, the dim, sweet taste welling up into her mouth. The taste and heat swelled each time she felt him heave and shoot, and in her minds eye she could see the thick liquid squirting from its tip, delivering her the payload she wanted, she needed. She let herself sink into the experience to the point where it took her by surprise that her mouth was full, but she didn't have to think twice about the solution. She gulped, her tongue pushing into the underside of his still-pulsing cock, molten heaven rolling down her throat only to be replaced with more of his seed a moment later.

It took a full thirty seconds, and three more swallows, before Noah finally fell back in desperate relief. His breath came in deep gasps, his heart pounding, sweat pouring down his face. Dawn gave the tip of his penis one last kiss, and then began the labourious process of heaving herself back up onto the couch next to him. By the time her butt was planted on the cushions, Noah's eyes were fluttering back open into lucidity. Dawn leaned in against his shoulder.

"So, uh. Did you like that?"

Noah, blinked, his eyes widening. "That was... That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Ever."

"Awesome." Dawn giggled. "God, you cum like a fire hydrant. That was insane."

"It was! That's... never happened before. Like, that was not normal, it felt like I couldn't stop."

"Huh. Not that I'm complaining, but you said your dick isn't normally that big either, right?"

Noah blushed. "Uh, this, um, I’d love to pretend otherwise, but, er, yeah I'm not normally that, uh, gifted."

"Hmm. Well, um. I liked that. It was fun."

She absent-mindedly patted her stomach. "Heh, what do you say after something like that? 'Thanks for letting the huge weird pregnant girl suck your dick'?"

"Heh. You definitely don't have to thank me. You're so beautiful."

It was Dawn's turn to blush. She realised for a moment that she'd never felt attractive before—Fiona had certainly talked about what she liked about her, or him at the time, but she'd never really been able to internalise it. Yet somehow now, even though she felt like she was the size of a house, she could believe Noah. It felt good.

"And your, well, your breasts... Did they really get bigger? Did I imagine that?"

She giggled. "Yeah, that, uh, that happens."

"That's incredible." Noah sighed deeply. "I think I might need to get back up to the office now, though. Someone's probably screaming at me to lift something."

"Aw, you doing a dine and dash on me?"

"N-no, sorry, I can—I'll just—"

"Oh, darling, shh." She giggled again. "I'm just kidding. I'm fine, go do your job. Lift heavy things, stay good looking. I'm not going anywhere. Even if I did, you could catch me!"

She could see he was struggling with how to respond to that and sighed. "That was a joke, it's okay. Go do your job, Noah."

After another moment of uncertainty, he nodded and grabbed his laptop. He looked furtive for a moment. "I feel weird just leaving you here."

"I'll be okay, Noah. Although, if you want," conflicting urges boiled inside her along with her surging nectar, "you could give me a kiss goodbye and promise you'll be back later?"

He blinked, then practically leapt forward to kiss her on the cheek. It was a strange way to describe the act after Dawn had just had his penis in her mouth, but it felt delightfully intimate. "I'll be back. I promise."

Noah leaving the room let Dawn sit and be alone with her thoughts, and she had a lot of them.

That was a point of no return. Being stuck in this body, that was one thing, taking a new name, even starting to think of herself as a woman while she looked like this, that was all... you could come back from that. This, though. She would always have done that. She would always have felt that. Those desires would be a part of her forever. She'd opened a Pandora's Box and the horrors of a bisexual girl's libido were not going back in.

She ran a hand along the curve of her breast and down onto her belly. She touched herself gently, lovingly, finally indulging in the freedom from both her urges and her shock at her transformed body where she could get a sense of herself from a positive perspective.

Even from a positive perspective, though, she was huge. Just an unbelievable amount of woman. She had no idea what was actually physically in her belly, if she even accepted something physical was filling it and it wasn't just the pure supernatural force she'd abruptly had to accept existed, but to all intents and purposes it was the same combination of soft and taut of a late-stage pregnancy and as heavy as one would expect for a gravid womb of this size. As earlier, it was still perfectly smooth and unblemished, bearing no side-effects of rapid growth, and was so large that her arms couldn't meet around it. It was also shockingly warm, and if her hands had been feeling cool in the museum air a short contact with her skin warmed her up perfectly.

Moving her hands back up, her breasts were just as warm, but soft, pliant and yielding. They were positioned awkwardly, enough of their bulk sitting atop her belly to seriously block her vision, but so massive that the rest slipped off to either side and draped across and down, her nipples pointing outward to either side of the far edge of it. She couldn't either see or reach them, but she could feel them pulsing and throbbing, and the trickles of moisture on them. The pressure had already returned as her body continuously made more of her nectar, ready to share with her girlfriend and, she realised after thinking for a moment, her... boyfriend.

That was what she was for, now. Sharing. Sharing herself with as many people as possible, sharing the bounty of her breasts, sharing pleasure, sharing love. And people wanted to share her. Her girlfriend was happier about their relationship like this than she had been for years of him as a man. She had a boyfriend as well. If what Sybil was saying about the priestesses was true, it was common for them to live as the centre of entire villages. A whole village of people to enjoy her and for her to enjoy in turn. She sat back, cradling herself, letting the thought wash over her.

 

A museum aide, a small and slight man with wheat-blond hair, knocked gently at Sybil's office door and, when he received no answer, cracked it slightly to place down the mug of coffee he'd brought.

Documents and papers were piled on Sybil's desk, and her monitor showed over a dozen open files spread across the small screen as well as she could arrange them. Notes were scrawled on every available inch of spare paper, accompanying sketched diagrams of everything from phases of the moon to what appeared to be a small collection of spheres.

"Um, Sybil, I have your—"

"Oh, yes, just put it there, thank you."

She motioned to a stack of papers slightly less tall than the others. Three cups were already there, one barely drunk from but stone cold. He gingerly placed the new mug down and gathered the others.

"Something important?"

"Mmm? Oh, yes. Very important. Sorry, working on this."

"Yes, of course." Sybil didn't even notice as the aide began reading over her shoulder, his eyes widening slightly as they scanned down the page. After a minute he quietly let himself out of the room and immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket as soon as he was out of earshot of the office.

"Hi, yeah, it's me. It's happened. It found a host."

 

Dawn drifted back and forth from her tablet, to her belly, to her breasts, occasionally grazing on the rest of the food Noah had left within reach, in a comfortable haze. There was, however, a growing, and increasingly pressing issue, which was that her breasts were continuing to fill up with the nectar her body was producing.

The slight pressure she'd been feeling after Noah left was now a palpable aching tightness, which surged in Dawn's awareness every time her breasts moved or shifted. It wasn't yet painful, but was remarkably uncomfortable, starting to distract her from focusing on anything else, and it was only getting worse.

She was so incredibly busty by this point that reaching her own nipples from this position was a wild fantasy. They were even too large and heavy to try picking up and lifting towards her mouth. She tried squeezing the meat of her breast and it seemed to do a little, making her gasp and shudder as she felt the warm trickle of nectar leaving her body. Unfortunately it was nowhere near enough to keep up with the production of one breast, let alone both. Going somewhere else wasn't an option either—even if she was capable of overcoming her body's immense weight for long enough to reach anywhere suitable, she had no idea where she'd even go.

She realised that her revelation from earlier that she was built for sharing now was a double-edged sword—it also meant that she was no longer equipped to ever really be alone. All she could do at this point was wait and hope that somebody would turn up to help.

She sat back and tried to put the sensation out of her mind, the growing aching warmth in her breasts a constant reminder that the magic milk was unstoppably building up moment by moment. Had it just been a matter of being stuck in the chair under the weight of her transformed body and overfull breasts the weight would have been unbearably boring, but knowing she was inching ever closer to that excruciating feeling from the other night, to her breasts straining to bursting with obstructed nectar made it almost torture.

She did have something extremely fun to play with to take her mind off things, something she'd always taken the opportunity to play with in the past if it presented itself. Unfortunately she hadn't been in her lactating phase long enough for her stomach to shrink away enough to comfortably reach between her legs and do anything with it. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, though, her tits growing bigger and fuller every passing minute, she got desperate enough to get creative.

She rocked back and forward, nudging her butt forward on the couch bit by bit, body heaving and breasts sloshing until the weight of her protruding belly threatened to pull her off, and, after she steeled herself and took a deep breath, she let it.

She grunted as she hit the ground, although it didn't hurt as much as she'd expected it to. Either her belly was magically protected in some way or it was simply just 95% padding, but whatever the reason she mostly just felt a moment of discomfort and pressure. With intense focus, she manoeuvred her legs to the point where she could push and roll forward. Her belly was tight but not rigid, solid enough to pivot on but soft enough to deform and flatten where she ended up, her feet flat on the ground, holding herself forward. Most importantly, after she spread her thighs as much as she was able, it meant she could finally, gloriously, reach her pussy.

If she were being honest with herself, she was more bored and curious than she was particularly horny—a surprising fact given that she'd just spent the last however-long getting a man off three times without so much as a single orgasm. She was content with that—it was a different kind of satisfying, but extremely satisfying nonetheless. It could have just been the difference between her male and female libidos, but remembering how she'd felt at the very height of her arousal when she'd first transformed, it could also have been a facet of her transformation. Still, she'd put in so much effort to get into this position, and it wasn't as if she had anything more interesting to do.

Despite the fact that she was at best only moderately turned on, the first thing she noticed as her fingers brushed her lower lips was how incredibly wet she was. She was slick with juices, to the point where her fingers slipped off even just the outside of her lips if she put any pressure on them, let alone if she explored further inside. Her vulva felt soft and puffy, engorged but not firm or rigid like she was used to from her own genitals, although still pleasantly sensitive to touch and rub. She wasn't unfamiliar with vulvas, obviously, but as well as the experience from this side of the interaction being entirely new, her ludicrous new body's pussy was just so much more than anything she was used to seeing. Bigger, softer, wetter, and when she was in the depths of her lust, needier as well. The effect at the moment was subtle, but as she probed deeper inside herself, feeling the pulse and ripple of her inner lips, feeling her heart beat in the tumescent flesh, she became aware that this was just another manifestation of the reality of the rest of her body. That she was no longer in charge of her body, but it was in charge of her.

She marched to this body's beat. She endured its restraints, she fed its demands. Even now, as much as she was exploring herself at her own volition, she was only doing it because her immense size was forbidding her from going anywhere or doing anything else. She was quite helpless, though oddly the thought didn't bother her that much. She might have been alone right now, but she wouldn't be for long, and with Fiona and Noah's help she could make sure she'd never be alone again.

Her fingers brushed her clitoris, and for one of the first times since her transformation she was actually struck by a sense of loss, even just for a moment. Finding her bloated bud really made her grapple with the idea that she didn't have a penis any more. It didn't make her sad, exactly, but the thing had been her constant companion for many years and suddenly finding him gone was confronting. Soon though the sense of loss faded and was replaced with fascinated interest in her clitoris.

It was huge, almost twice the size of her thumb across, long enough that it protruded easily even from her puffy, bloated lips. It pulsed and throbbed in a way that was comfortably familiar, if much more intense, but the sensation radiated further inside her than before, as if it was connected to and pulling on much more and much deeper into her body than her dick used to. It was incredibly wet, drinking from the same well as the rest of her pussy, and her fingers could glide over it effortlessly before circling back to press and begin to rub against it.

Her breath caught in her chest, the brush of her fingertips against her bud finally building to something more than curiosity. It was completely different from the what she could only assume was magically-enforced arousal she was experiencing before. This was warm, rather than hot. It simmered, rather than boiling. It was the sensation of wanting to do something rather than needing to do something—still a compulsion, but the compulsion that drives you to take a few extra cookies from the jar rather than the compulsion that makes you eat the entire sleeve. It spread throughout her entire body in beautiful balmy waves that were as much soothing as they were stimulating.

Her mind drifted back to Noah’s cock. The smell, the taste, the sensation against her tongue, the way it slid down into her mouth like it was made for her, powerful and hard, ready to deliver a hot load of his love right down her throat and come straight back for more. She closed her eyes, smiling, purring, settling herself into a lurid fantasy of dick.

She worked away at herself to that for a while, but though it felt great and she could have just let it happen all day, there was something missing. It felt good, but she could tell it wasn't building up, it wasn't leading to anything. Not in a frustrating way, but certainly in a way that left her wanting more that she could tell her own fingers were never, ever going to supply.

She had little choice, though, given the amount of effort she'd had to expend just to get into this position, so she let herself sink back into the mental images from earlier. This time, as well as daydreaming about Noah's cock, she started to bring Fiona into the mix as well, draping across her enormous stomach and taking one of her overfull tits into her mouth while Noah knelt beside her, laying his shaft across her face.

Stumbling into the fantasy about the feeling of being nursed from suddenly reminded Dawn of the intense pressure she was actually feeling in her tits. She'd managed to put it aside for a little while, but that only meant that when it came back it came back even harder.

They weren't just enormous any more, they were visibly engorged and tight with pressure, veins standing out strongly on their pale surface. They were more than uncomfortable now, aching deeply, the pain surging each time she took a breath. She tried squeezing one again and the brief squirt of nectar was more harsh than it was relieving. As she sat helplessly pinned by her own bulk, the pressure, and her breasts, only continued to grow.

 

Fiona pulled her car into the parking lot at the museum, desperately scrabbling to turn off the car and extract herself from the seatbelt. She'd ended up calling early out of work, and she was so sweaty and clearly distressed that her manager hadn't even questioned it. She wasn't sick, though—she was desperately trying not to squeeze her thighs together and accidentally moan where she stood, like she'd already managed to do several times that morning.

She was boiling between her legs, leaking a nearly constant stream of juice. Her nipples were pressing hard against her blouse, clearly visible even with a bra shielding them, a bra that was now cutting hard into her tender breasts despite it fitting perfectly well only yesterday. Her work clothes were tighter, slim curves popping more. Her breasts were fat and heavy, slightly angry where her bra had been strapped too tight. She looked plush, slightly too full all over, glistening with sweat and panting, like she was in heat.

She'd been on a hard boil of arousal since she'd left the museum, and on her drive back all she'd been able to think about was sating herself with her girlfriend—as she was now thinking of Dawn. Dawn's new body and her new desires had ignited an unquenchable fire inside her. Her own fingers, in one furtive expedition to the bathrooms before she gave up on work entirely, had done nothing to take away her need. Her need wasn't just for an orgasm, or even many of them—it was for Dawn. And maybe, she'd considered, biting her lip in perverted glee, Dawn's new boyfriend. The thought of Dawn's ultra-feminine, dramatically pregnant form getting absolutely railed by Noah would have been enough to set her off even if she hadn't already been stewing in her own juices. Dawn's transformation was reopening many doors in her sexuality she'd long thought would need to stay closed.

She flew through the doors of the museum and bee-lined her way back to the storage room where she'd left Dawn. As she approached the door she could hear moaning and groaning from behind it. At first she assumed Dawn was enjoying herself, but getting closer realised there was pain and panic behind them.

She burst through the door and found Dawn sitting on the ground, back onto her rear. Her stomach was still large, though noticeably smaller than it had been earlier, but her breasts now left Fiona dumbstruck. They were impossibly huge, so big that it took a moment for her brain to even process what they really were. Together they were much larger than her belly had been, dwarfing the girl's small body. A honey coloured puddle advanced along the ground in front of her, nectar dripping from her gigantic nipples. Though the flesh was still soft it was clearly straining with the pressure inside it, squirting out a spray of nectar each time Dawn moved her body. She groaned, hearing the door open.

"P-please… Help… It hurts…"

"Oh my God, honey, I'm so sorry! I'm here, I'm here, I'm here!"

She dropped to the floor in front of Dawn, thinking about nothing but worshipping at the altar of her immense, magical, impossibly beautiful breasts. At this scale they were barely even a part of her, a sexual, nourishing force of their own nature that Fiona could have simply lost herself in, but Fiona reminded herself she wasn't just selfishly indulging her deepest desires—she was helping Dawn.

She pressed herself against the mound, hugging it lovingly, feeling the burning heat radiating from inside it. It responded with a surge of nectar that sprayed against her chest, soaking her top. She took it off, as well as her bra, not to protect them from the glorious milk but to ensure there was nothing between her and the target of her affection. Dawn moaned in response to the letdown, finally, blessedly being relieved of the pressure.

Fiona locked her lips to the bloated nipple, choking slightly in shock at its size but recovering quickly. She gripped the flesh of the breast pressing into her face, kneading and squeezing, pulling towards herself in the way that the lactation expression tutorials she absolutely hadn't been furtively searching on her phone earlier had told her to, and she was rewarded with a flood of nectar that filled her mouth completely and burst out the sides of the seal of her lips before she could even begin trying to swallow. She rallied back and started sucking and swallowing in the same motion, finding that it came easier than expected to her. Without even thinking about it she was able to settle into circular breathing, expressing, sucking, swallowing in a constant flow without ever stopping for air.

Dawn would have been thrashing uncontrollably if she'd been able to really move under the bulk of her breasts. As it was she writhed and wiggled, moans building on moans. Releasing the immense pressure that had built up in her breasts was turning the gentle waves of sensation from earlier into crashing tsunamis of pleasure so powerful that it was almost painful, though still of a different sort to the kind she felt during her body's other form.

Fiona kept milking her and kept drinking. The nectar kept flowing, but no matter how much she'd drunk, she was able to keep going. She could feel it satisfying her but not filling her stomach. Even when she switched to the other breast to nurse it down, prompting a new surge of backed-up nectar, she could kept have going forever. She pulled herself in closer to Dawn as she switched over, pressing her lower body against her girlfriend, the soft curve of Dawn's breast and the large, hard nub of her nipple pressing in against her stomach and thighs. Dawn yelped in surprise as Fiona started to grind against her, her girlfriend moaning in ecstasy as she pressed and squeezed against the soft, pliant flesh. That arrangement lasted for a short while before Fiona settled into a more comfortable position for nursing, taking a hand off Dawn's breast to reach down and start rubbing herself.

Fiona could have stayed like that forever. Perfect pleasure, perfect peace, at the breast of a woman from her wildest dreams and deepest fantasies, but her body was preparing to interrupt it. Not from being full, but because she was about to cum harder than she ever had in her life.

The orgasm ripped through her without much further prelude. It was savage and powerful, almost primal, leaving her howling and humping against her girlfriend's gigantic breasts, mashing her hand even harder into her dripping, boiling cunt. She could do nothing afterwards except lay against Dawn's boobs, totally spent, only able to breathe and murmur.

Dawn watched the scene with a sort of beneficent serenity. Satisfaction at watching Fiona enjoy herself so thoroughly, relief at the pressure in her breasts finally subsiding, an overall sense of peace and contentment. Despite the fact that she was still almost immobilised by her own chest, she was feeling deeply connected to her body. Knowing people thought she was hot in spite of, or even more unbelievably because of her absurd body, was deeply comforting. The incredible sensation of being nursed from didn't hurt matters either.

Fiona stirred, almost purring in secure contentment, then looked up into Dawn's eyes.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Fiona giggled, then reached up to draw Dawn into a deep, tender kiss.

"Do you feel better, baby? I'm sorry I had to leave you alone so long."

"So much better. I, um, I'm sorry you had to do that."

"Don't apologise for anything. That was amazing. You are amazing."

She kissed Dawn again and snuggled back in against her boobs, sighing happily. Dawn shifted her weight a little.

"Not that I want to evict you, but I think I could make it back to the couch..."

It was a struggle and took all of their combined strength, but they were able to heave Dawn's ungainly body back to the sofa and settle her into a comfortable sit. The seat creaked with her weight, making her blush with embarrassment. Fiona sat down next to her, snuggling.

"I know it's a lot. I'm sorry about all of this. I don't want you to feel like I'm not trying to get you back to normal, Gavin."

"Oh, uh, about that. I am definitely really keen to fix this, but, um..."

Fiona's brow wrinkled. Dawn took a deep breath, her heart pounding.

"I think... I, well. Could you call me Dawn?"

"Of course, if you're sure. It makes sense not to keep switching around people—"

"No, I mean... I think I want to be Dawn."

Fiona's face didn't change for a moment, until it lit up with a gasp.

"Wait, Ga-uh, Dawn, so you- you're..."

"A g-girl. I, um, think so? Maybe. I don't know."

Fiona threw her arms across Dawn and squeezed, tears dotting the corners of her eyes.

"I'll call you whatever you want for as long as you need, Dawn."

Now tears filled Dawn's eyes. "I th-thought you'd hate me..."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know! I don't know who or what I am now—what if this is just this stupid magic or whatever fucking with my head? You already have to deal with me being this useless lump the size of a fucking barn because of some ancient curse or something and now I'm going to have, what, a gender crisis about it?"

She started to sob, and Fiona hugged her even tighter.

"I love you, Dawn. And honestly, we've been through worse. Not weirder, but worse. Whether you're my boyfriend or my girlfriend or anything else, we'll get through this."

Dawn's sobs faded as they hugged, until the pair remained in a calm embrace—at least calm for Dawn. For Fiona, being pressed up against her girlfriend's vast curves was re-igniting the desire. She hadn't gotten nearly enough, at least not for the state she was in right now with whatever had happened to her body. Almost subconsciously she'd started rubbing herself against Dawn, only gently, but enough to pique Dawn's interest.

"Are you okay, Fiona?"

She blushed. "I-I'm fine. You just—you know you're really hot, right?"

Dawn sniffed with derision. "I guess. I still don't really get it, but I believe you."

Fiona grinned, tracing a line on the top of Dawn's breast with a fingernail. "Yeah, it's so mysterious, I'm into blondes with beautiful faces and huge boobs."

"Oh come on, huge boobs is one thing, but these—" she slapped one, and they watched the ripples travel through the flesh, "are insane. Also, you were into the belly!"

"I mean—yeah, okay, fine. You're still really sexy, though." She leaned in and kissed Dawn again, breathing deeply to try and climb on top of the urges that were flowing up from deep inside her.

"Mmm. Okay. Something still seems different, though—you feel different."

Fiona grinned again, pulling back and stepping off the seat to allow Dawn a look at her. The newly-minted girl gasped.

"Fiona, you're—holy shit!"

"Yeah, I felt like I was busting out of my clothes before, it's kind of wild. It's like I put on twenty pounds overnight or something."

Dawn swallowed. "Y-you look great!"

Fiona put her hands on her hips and cocked them to the side. "Oh, now who's into chunky chicks, you little perv?"

"Not the same thing at all! But—aren't you worried?"

"Why? I think it's pretty obvious what happened, isn't it?" She didn't see understanding reflected in Dawn's face. "Babe, I've probably drunk a month's worth of calories of your milk in the last two days. Maybe it just happened to go to all the right places."

"But that's im—" Dawn saw the look forming, and realised she was saying it from her position behind probably the two largest breasts in the world on a body she hadn't had two days ago. "Okay it's possible. And y-you're okay with that?"

She sat back down again. "Not much point in complaining, right? Especially about magic milk that gives me bigger tits and a fatter butt. I'd only be mad if you decided you had a problem with it." She snuggled into Dawn again, rubbing against the side of her tits. "There's only one inconvenient thing, really."

"What? What's wrong?"

She leaned her head in and licked the side of Dawn's neck. "Whatever's in your milk makes me really horny."

Feeling Fiona's desire for her brought a surge of her own need along with growing tightness from a fresh flood of nectar to her breasts.

"Are you... thirsty?"

 

Noah made his way back to the warehouse unit where Dawn was waiting. She hadn't left his mind the whole time he'd been gone. Her body invaded his thoughts, constantly pulling him back to her vast, wobbling breasts, her beautiful face, the indescribable taste of her milk. His erection strained against his pants ceaselessly, throbbing and leaking, desperate to leap out to greet Dawn as soon as possible. His clothes felt tight and sweaty and strained as he lifted and shifted.

With that he might not have been as diligent about ensuring Dawn was decent before going through the door, and was immediately greeted by the soft curve of Fiona's back laying atop Dawn's beautiful breasts, nursing from her and moaning while Dawn sat back in contented pleasure. His reaction was to cover his eyes even as his penis insisted it wanted to see more.

"O-oh, ladies, I-I'm sorry!"

Dawn's eyes flew open in shock, but Fiona gently finished sucking before unlatching and sitting back up, wiping her mouth.

"Noah!"

"Oh, hi Noah."

"Sorry, I'll come back later!"

Fiona giggled. "Don't worry about it, it's cool. As long as you're okay with him seeing you like this?"

Dawn nodded gently. "Yes, it's okay."

Noah's eyes flicked back between the two girls, Fiona's soft chubby breasts and Dawn's impossibly vast dripping mounds, the contrast of Fiona's more conventional but still-stunning curves and Dawn's vast enormity.

"Mmm, I think he likes us, Dawn." Fiona sized him up, her eyes lingering between his legs. "Hmm. You look different from this morning, Noah. Your clothes fit much better then, didn't they?"

"Uhh..." He'd noticed it was a little tight but had been too preoccupied to quite notice how tight. His pants were also tight but the reason for that was more direct. He could see Dawn was watching intently now and, blushing, unbuttoned his shirt.

Both girls gasped. Noah was big. Where he'd been thin there was now fat and hard, strong muscle. His arms were big, his chest was broad and his stomach promised solid security. Dawn stared mutely while Fiona practically hooted in excitement.

"Dude! I didn't know you were built like that!" Her grin turned to a thoughtful smile. "Hmm. Because you weren't. Just like I wasn't this chunky a few days ago." She looked across at Dawn, who was red in the face now. "I wonder how he ended up developing the world's sexiest dad bod in one work day? Maybe somebody's had a few warm glasses of milk straight from the tap, haven't they, Dawn?"

Now they were both blushing. "Umm, he, it wasn't, uh, he-umm. Yes."

"Nice."

"I'm sorry, Fiona, I wasn't trying to—"

"Calm down, Noah, it's cool. I was kind of hoping to bump you two together at some point, since you can give her something I know she wants but I really can't supply. I just wasn't expecting it to be that fast!"

Her eyes flicked down again. "If you're still feeling apologetic, though, you could take off your pants."

He obliged, and Fiona's mouth went dry as he revealed the tent in his sodden boxer shorts, and then slipped them down to let almost nine fat, dripping inches of cock spring out to freedom.

"Holy shit, you're huge! Dawn, have you seen this?!"

"Uh, hehe, yeah, I got acquainted with it..."

Fiona looked down at her girlfriend with manic glee. "You slut!"

"I should have asked you but I, uh, things happened really quickly..."

"You probably should have, but it's fine. Also, looking at this, I definitely forgive you." She turned her attention back to the twitching pole, watching a rope of slime gently drip from it down to the floor and licked her lips. "Especially if you're fine with me asking Noah if he's okay with me sucking his dick?"

Dawn and Noah both nodded in unison, and Fiona guided him over to the seat next to Dawn. "You should drink your fill while you're at it. Milk obviously makes for growing boys!"

She didn't wait for any further ado before sinking to her knees between his legs and taking his shaft into her mouth. Dawn watched Noah's expression as he sank back into the couch with a gasp. She obviously hadn't been in a position to watch his face earlier and was struck by how attractive it was even when she wasn't deep in the mood to breed. It was still an open question for her how many of these feelings were really her versus things she was being made to feel by whatever weird magical force had transformed her; then again, it could be quite the opposite and a new body was letting her feel things she'd never been able to before. When she saw his open mouth, though, she knew what needed to fill it, and pushed her breast at him until he took the hint and latched on.

He immediately and gratefully began to suckle as Fiona took him into her mouth. The sensation was different, though—instead of contentment, Dawn found herself fixating on Fiona's blowjob, on the sounds Noah was making, the writhing warmth of his body against her. That was when she felt a new surge in her breasts, different to the ones from before when her nectar first started to rush in.

She watched her breast slowly shrinking with each motion of Noah's mouth and throat. It was as if there was nothing inside her breast but her nectar, and she was actually deflating as he drained her. It still felt good, though, similar to the feeling of release when her breasts were full to bursting but from deep inside her whole body. The longer it went on the more she shrunk and tightened and the more she could feel her desire for Noah rising. She was changing again, shifting back to her original curvaceous, fertile body, ready and desperately willing to be filled up.

Fiona hummed happily with her mouth full of cock. Indulging the softer side of her bisexuality had been incredible but the roiling urges that Dawn's nectar had amplified inside her were craving dick, and this monster was serving that craving very nicely.

Over Noah's grunting, though, she could also hear Dawn's laboured breathing. Peeking up, she could see Dawn looking at Noah with undisguised hunger. Despite how much she was enjoying herself the idea that hit her was even more fun. She drew herself off Noah's shaft slowly, finishing with a kiss, and looked up at him while gently stroking it.

"I've got a choice for you, Noah. I'm happy to keep sucking this amazing thing, but I can also see that my girlfriend needs it. I think it would be super hot to watch you rail her into next week."

She felt the pole twitch in her hand and got her answer.

"What do you say babe?"

Dawn didn't even answer. She practically leapt up, rolling across to straddle Noah. Her breast went from in his mouth to pressed around his head, her plush body pushing against him. Her generous hips wiggled in his lap, sliding against his wet, erect shaft as Fiona stepped back to give her space. Noah pushed back into her, rising above the jostling sea of her chest to find her lips, and kissed her.

The moan he drew from her was primal, issuing from somewhere wholly unconscious. She launched back into the kiss, any other thoughts and feelings forgotten - just the taste of his lips and tongue, his strong hands on her back, the heat of his body against hers. The only thing that broke through the trance was feeling him press his throbbing shaft against her pussy, sliding its length against her quivering lips. Fiona brushed up against her, hands tracing down her waist to rest on her hips.

"Go on. I know you want that thing inside you."

She hung in anticipation for a moment, then plunged down. She was so wet and ready, and Noah so hard, that he slid straight inside her in one smooth motion.

Pinpoints of light exploded behind her eyes as her entire body relaxed and tightened at the same time. Feeling her insides spread apart, not by plastic but by firm, pulsing, hot meat, was the animalistic, fertile act her body was craving in what felt like every single cell. Sucking his cock was enough for what her body needed but this was it, this was sex, this was a man pumping into her, ready to fill her with seed, fill her with life—

"Fuck, y-yes, fuck me, fuck me, b-breed me!"

He thrust back up against her. His hands roamed around to grip the round, chubby mass of her butt, sinking in to her life-giving flesh and giving himself the leverage to continue long, slow, deliberate pumps up into her matched with her own amateurish but enthusiastic gyrations, groaning as her insides pressed against all nine inches of his newly-expanded pole. Her breasts bounced and slapped against his face and her chest and the top of her stomach as she humped, the dusky darkness of her nipples retreating to pale pink at the same rate that they shrank and tightened back to merely the size of her head. She leaned forward, arms wrapping around his back to grip him close, speeding up her thrusts back down against him, face locked in pure mindless bliss.

"It's… Fuck, I'm, I'm gonna, oh fuck please, yes, I'm—aaahhh!"

She squeezed even tighter, shuddering with gasping chokes as spasms wracked her body. The rhythm of her movements stuttered as she lost control, alternating between gasping and squealing as the sensation spent itself, extended by Noah's ongoing powerful pumps up inside her. He didn't stop, sweating, moaning, but still in control, though Dawn's fluttering pussy speared on his cock had it inching ever closer to its own climax as well.

"Ghh, Dawn, I-I can't…"

Dawn's reply came out in staccato chunks inbetween yelps and gasps of air, but he could make out strangled "please"s and "cum for me"s and groaned, clutching her rear even harder, shoving up to the hilt inside her as he throbbed and unloaded inside her.

Feeling hot sperm flooding inside her took her still-ongoing orgasm and amplified it beyond belief. Her body spasmed to pull it inside her, to ensure more followed it, desperately milking Noah's pole for every drop of life-bearing fluid he could give her, and for a moment it seemed as if she could feel that life inside it. It was warmth without heat, light without sight, the chiming of a bell without sound. The same energy she could taste before but going where it was meant to go, purified and sublimed by the crucible of her womb. He spent himself into her with grunts and moans, pulling her lush body into him, each ejaculation accompanied by a long, drawn-out thrust, until he collapsed back with her.

Dawn's plush weight on top of him didn't make Noah any way inclined to get up or wake her up even further, but he heard her breathing quicken and slid back as much as he was able. She felt hot, though in a comforting way, like a well-stoked fireplace. He held her tightly, stroking her hair and the curve of her buttocks, when she suddenly groaned.

Inside her, Dawn could feel the bell-like sound, hear the heat, taste the roiling pulse, feel the light. The energy swirled inside her, contracted and grew, filling her entire being, but especially concentrating deep in the bottom of her stomach. She knew what was happening, but this time it didn't hurt. It wasn't pressure, it was potential. The moan reflected that, and both Noah and Fiona could tell. The pair worked quickly together to lift her up and into a comfortable position on the couch, and not a moment too soon; just as they laid her down against the back of the seat her belly surged forward. She responded with a blissful moan, her hands moving to the top of her swelling midriff, spreading apart as energy flooded into it.

"Dawn, you're growing so fast, are you okay?"

She replied with an ecstatic little noise, her eyes rolling up as her belly swelled forward even further. Every cell in her body, every nerve in her brain, every ounce of her soul was aligned with one purpose, to nurture the growing energy inside her and make it grow. It expanded and her stomach kept pace, her body reshaping itself into the catalyst for a power beyond human understanding. Her breasts joined into the experience now, swelling back up from their perkier, more virgin shape and size into the thick, fat, matronly breasts that she'd come to associate with when she was "pregnant." It was almost disappointing when it finished, when her body had completed processing the new energy Noah had provided her, and she simply sat warm, happy and gravid between her lovers.

Fiona was watching slack-jawed, her hand between her legs. Noah was transfixed as well, but more of his concern was mixed in with the sensation.

"Is… Is that what it's like every time?"

Fiona gasped a little, slowing down touching herself to gather her thoughts (but not stopping.) "Well, this hasn't been happening that long, but, uh, no, that was a lot faster and, uh… bigger. Purely speculating I think whatever magical weirdness is in her body responds much better to semen going, well, where it's meant to go, than anything else. That or you're just some hyper-fertile megastud." She winked, and Noah blushed.

"You still owe me a load, by the way. I'm climbing the fucking walls over here."

Dawn sighed happily between the two, gripping both of their hands tightly, when there was a knock at the door. The knock prompted a flurry of activity as Fiona and Noah attempted to pour themselves into clothes made for much smaller people and cover Dawn to the full extent of available modesty. A museum aide was waiting patiently at the door.

"Hi, uh, I'm John. Sybil sent me to collect a lady? She's got a few tests and such she wants to run."

Noah's brow knit. "Sybil didn't say she was sending anyone."

The aide shrugged. "I don't know, man, I didn't talk to her."

"Noah, it's fine, don't worry. Sybil's been busy, I'm sure she just forgot." Dawn smiled, hands on her stomach. "You can let go of me for a little while, I'll be okay."

The aide's eyes bugged as he looked over at Dawn and finally worked out what he was seeing. Fiona sat next to her, holding her hand and staring defensively. Noah drew back, but his expression was still harsh. "You better take good care of her, if so much as a hair is out of place…"

He raised his hands. "Whoa, dude, chill. I've got a wheelchair, I'll be careful."

Dawn gave Fiona a quick kiss. "You and Noah have some fun while I'm gone, okay?" The aide brought the wheelchair over and they began the painstaking process of transferring her to the chair before carrying her out of the room, giving a little wave to her lovers. Noah and Fiona looked at each other for a moment before grabbing each other into a passionate kiss.

Outside, Dawn half-dozed as she was wheeled through the museum to a service elevator. It wasn't until about ten minutes of the elevator ride and odd dusty service hallways that concern began to creep into her beatific stupor.

"Uh, wh-where are we going?"

The aide grunted. "This is where I was told to bring you, girlie. I don't get paid to ask questions."

They stopped outside a large set of wood and iron doors, inset into stone walls, like something out of a medieval dungeon. It was absolutely nothing like anything Dawn would have expected to find underneath an urban natural history museum, but Dawn had rapidly given up attempting to anticipate what was going to happen next. The doors opened with a clunk and a creak and out stepped the slim museum aide who'd earlier brought Sybil her coffee, though Dawn didn't know that. Instead of his uniform he wore a dark cloak across his shoulders and adjusted small round glasses on his face.

"Ah, Dawn. I'm Cory, I'll take you in to see Sybil now."

She breathed out a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank you—I was beginning to worry something had gone wrong."

 

Sybil pushed open the door of the storage room, and immediately averted her eyes with a cluck of her tongue while Fiona and Noah desperately pulled sheets up over their naked bodies.

"Ugh. Okay, I guess that's an industrial hazard of working with the artefacts of a civilisation of fertility cult sex witches."

She kept her back turned as they pulled on clothes again, still stretching and bulging through them in various places, faces red with embarrassment and briefly halted lust. When they coughed, Sybil turned back around.

"So, I've been looking into it more and—where's Gavin?"

"Gavin?" asked Noah, but Fiona was already intercepting.

"Dawn went with the aide you sent to do some tests on her? Uh, John, that was his name."

Sybil blinked. "I never requested any tests."

The temperature of the room dropped immediately.

"You let someone walk out with her?!"

"Well we didn't assume someone was coming to steal a fertility goddess! He knew your name!"

Sybil was heading back to her office at maximum stalk, with Fiona and Noah in tow.

"My name is on the website, Fiona! Would you let someone into your house because they could tell you the address?!"

"I probably wouldn't question it if they were there to pick up my super-pregnant girlfriend carrying some sort of fucking ancient spirit inside her, yeah?"

Sybil pulled out her phone, barking orders at a few different staff, listening to responses from others.

"They pulled the camera recordings, they're going to check in detail but it doesn't look like anything big enough to hold hi-her has left within the last couple of hours, and she's certainly not walking out. I'm going to see if I can track where they went."

Noah squeezed Fiona's hand. "Don't worry, we'll find her."

 

Dawn's eyes fluttered open. She was on a cold stone floor, propped up on her back. The room smelled damp and musty, like it hadn't been used for a long time. Her stomach was still as huge as before and she was still naked, the chill rising up through her butt and legs. Panicking, she looked around, trying to get her bearings on where she was.

She was on some sort of circular raised stone platform, surrounded by candles giving off almost the only light in the room. Off the platform, fruther front of her, was a stone pedestal atop which was a faintly glowing chunk of raw golden crystal. She saw a figure step up to the pedestal and place a hand on the crystal.

"Who are you? What's going on?! Where am I?!"

"Worry not, Dawn. What an appropriate name you have chosen, for you are going to be the dawn of a new age for humanity, through us."

At "us" she realised there were other cloaked figures surrounding the platform she was on, eleven all up. They were doing nothing in particular, just watching the person speaking.

"Let me go, let me go!"

The figure didn't reply, but the crystal glowed more brightly, until the glow focused on a beam that pointed directly at the lower curve of Dawn's stomach. She shuddered for a moment, feeling an awful tight sensation like a bad stomachache. The light pulsed, and with the pulse Dawn watched in shock as her already-enormous belly bloated further with a small but noticeable surge. The surrounding figures gasped in awe, as the one at the pedestal raised their hand.

"This crystal, a prized artifact of the Yokan that we have held for generations, awaiting the Priestess to return and grant her blessing to us!"

Dawn cried out, a sound somewhere between a shriek and a moan as the beam of energy intensified, her skin glowing at the underside of her belly where it met, throwing her head back. She felt the energy flood into her and spread throughout her body, then almost reflect back and flow back into her stomach where it sat, concentrating like Noah's had, but ten, a hundred times as strong.

"We faithful have been charging this artifact with our spirits, the life that flows within our bodies, since it first came into our hands. It brims now with the lifeseed of the faithful, enough that the Priestess may ascend into the Goddess she was meant to be, deliver unto us the power to reshape the world!"

The circle of people murmured approvingly, not all the way to a cheer out of what seemed to be a sense of decorum. The energy flared again, harder, brighter, as if a floodgate inside the crystal had been opened and it was pouring into her. She felt full, not in any physical sense but in her very soul, that illusory heat, the invisible light, both of them growing and raging until they blinded sight beyond sight and torched skin that wasn't there, and all the while her already-fertile form grew larger and larger. She strained against the chains, fear and pleasure mixing inside her into a bitter cocktail, but despite the rightness of the energy she knew absolutely she wanted to be anywhere but here. Her hands spread apart further as her belly swelled even more.

"P-please, stop, no, I don't want this! Let me—ahhhhnngg, let me gooaahh…"

"The future is frightening sometimes, Priestess. Relax, and let apotheosis take its course. You will be the anvil upon which our domination of this world shall be forged."

In the wings, a lone person peered around a wall, slight, dressed in an ill-fitting robe. He fidgeted with the cuff. A woman came up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Cory, what troubles you? The time of the Goddess is at hand, it is occasion to rejoice!"

"I… Yes, Helena. It is occasion to rejoice. I just… I hadn't pictured the Priestess being so…"

"She is beautiful. It is the way of the spirit of the Priestess. Her vessel is pleasing to the eye and an exemplar of fertility."

"She doesn't seem like she's, um. Enjoying the process."

Dawn shrieked again, her belly growing more, its size now rivalling the size of the rest of her body. Her skin was beginning to glow faintly now, like a night light, concentrated in her distended stomach and at the tips of her fast, dark-capped breasts. What little pleasure had been mixed into the noises she made and her body language had faded and now there was only the growing pain as her soul burned as more of the jewel's energy flowed into her.

"Some sacrifices are necessary to birth the new world."

"Sacrifices?"

Helena's brow knitted. "When the apotheosis consumes the Priestess to allow the Goddess to manifest, of course."

Cory's blood ran cold. That hadn't been part of the initiation. "C-consumes?"

"Her flesh will make manifest the spirit."

Cory looked back over at Dawn's beautiful, tortured face. He felt the weight of his phone in his pocket and made a decision.

Sybil ran to the freight elevator with Fiona and Noah in tow. While they waited for it to clunk and hiss up to their level, she pulled out her phone again, double-checking the text message she'd received.

"I didn't know this floor existed! They told me the button didn't work; that it was a leftover piece of another elevator they used for a repair. Is there just some sort of fucking, I don't know, shadow government in this museum?"

Fiona huffed, not used to moving this quickly with as much more of her as there was now. "Or… Huh… A cult, maybe?"

"Wh-what, that's absurd, it—" Sybil stopped, rolling the thought in her mind for a moment. "She's been stolen by a cult, hasn't she."

She read the directions on her phone again when they stepped into the elevator. In order to reach the 4th basement floor that until ten minutes ago she was unaware existed, she had to activate the other floors in a specific order. To her shock, the lights for everything but B4 turned off and the elevator shuddered and started to move down.

They stepped out into the stone corridors Dawn had seen earlier. Sybil traced her fingers over the walls, her breath coming hard and sharp.

"This… This was here the whole time? Under my feet? Did Simon know about this?"

"Simon?"

"The curator, my boss. He knows everything about this place, he's the one who originally decided to exhibit the Yokan artifacts. He hired me because of my thesis. If even he didn't know about it—"

They heard a shriek from down the hall and Fiona's head snapped around. "That's Dawn!" She fell into an ungainly sprint, Noah and Sybil close behind. Fiona turned the corner and stood stunned at the scene in the chamber, the white-bright stream of light from the crystal pouring into her girlfriend's belly, a vast orb of smooth milky flesh that dwarfed her body in size, projecting out several feet in front of her. Instead of the linea negra she had a golden line running from the top of the curve of her stomach down to where it met her pelvis, which glowed with each pulse of light. Her eyes glowed as well, bright golden, and light even streamed out from inside her mouth where it lay open to scream.

Before she could even react she was grabbed from behind by two of the cultists. Noah fought harder and took three or four to subdue him. They were dragged over next to Cory, who was also behind held from behind with his arms pinned.

"I-I'm sorry, they—they found me texting, I couldn't warn you…"

Sybil got further than the others but was grabbed from behind before she could reach Dawn or the dais with the crystal. That position, though, gave her an excellent opportunity to look up at the figure leading the ritual.

"Simon! You piece of shit! What is going on?!"

Simon tilted his head.

"Tut-tut, Sybil. You're normally much more polite than that. You also kept the Priestess from me; not the sort of of dedication I'd expect from my junior curator. I'd say that we'll discuss this later but there won't really be a need to discuss anything later."

She pulled at her captor but he pulled tighter.

"I'm building a new world, Sybil. By manifesting our Goddess I will control her power, life itself in my hands. Food, disease, procreation, all bending to my will. All will bow to me. Worry not, though. You will have a place in my new world."

He leered, gesturing over to Fiona's lush new body. "Your friend here is halfway to her intended place after imbibing the Priestess's nectar. I will finish what she started and you will see the same treatment. You, and many others as I see fit, will serve me in my harem and bear me children to replace those who will be found unworthy."

Sybil spat at him. "Like hell I will, you fucking pig!"

Sybil's world had turned upside down multiple times in the last few days. She was disoriented, she was tired, she was worried for her friend, and hearing that all of that was in service of her boss's megalomania and some sort of twisted sexual fetish was turning all of those emotions into white-hot rage.

Dawn cried out again, Simon laughing in triumph. Sybil felt, for just a moment, her captor's grip loosen, and what felt like the faint touch of an ephemeral hand on the small of her back. In that moment she was able to stomp on his foot and throw her head back with a crack into his jaw and run forward. She had no plan and no particular goal in mind, only violence.

She collided into the platform, grabbing for Simon's throat. He raised his arms to ward her off and the pair grappled for a moment. He was bigger, but older, and Sybil was pumping with rage and adrenaline. The pair fell to the side in the scuffle. Sybil fell against the pedestal, directly into the path of the beam of light before falling to the floor. The pedestal tipped over, letting the crystal slide off, shattering into pieces on the floor. The beam of light faltered and faded with a faint tinkling sound.

"No!" Simon shrieked in fear, jumping up from where he'd fallen on Dawn's platform. He turned around to Dawn, who still glowed with inner light but fitfully, flickering. "Goddess, please, please tell me you're coming, tell me it worked!"

Dawn rolled forward, as much as she was able, her eyes bathed completely with shining golden light, fixing Simon with her gaze. When she spoke her voice had layers, overtones, every word accompanied by a chorus of itself and the chiming of a distant bell.

"Simon. Come to me. Complete the circle. Fulfil your destiny."

Ecstatic, he crawled forward, pulling himself up against her immense belly, past her vast, matronly breasts, up to her face. She pursed her lips, eyes closed, and he met her with a kiss.

Their lips barely touched when there was a blinding-bright flash of light and a searing noise that filled the senses of everyone in the room. In a fraction of a second Dawn's belly shrank back to normal, the vast gravid mound disappearing with a clap of inrushing air. Her breasts pulled back and tightened up, the darkness disappearing from her nipples in an instant. The glow had disappeared completely in the flash, leaving her eyes merely with their golden irises rather than supernatural light. She sat up with a start, shocked at the newfound freedom of movement, looking on at Simon as he staggered back.

The glow was pulsing and flickering inside him, now. His hands went to his stomach, his eyes wide and gold, a low moan rolling from his mouth. His robes billowed as his body shrank inward. He looked up helplessly, silver locks tumbling from his head as his hair grew out of control. His facial features twisted and shrunk and plumped and honed, his eyes bigger and wider, his lips thick and plush. He reached out but fell forward with the motion, propped up on hands and knees, his clothes now obviously flapping and billowing around his body. Down the hanging neck of his robe and his clothes inside his chest was expanding, breasts budding under his nipples and rapidly swelling into existence. Behind him his rear, smaller after his body shrank down, was growing larger again, but this time with curve and roundness, layers of pleasant fat. He retched slightly as his stomach joined in with the growth, a bump that soon became a fully gravid belly.

On the floor on the other side of where the pedestal had been Sybil was writhing, not in pain or discomfort but from the flaring heat between her legs. Her skinny body was surging with new weight and curves, her clothes stretching tightly and beginning to pop and split. Her nipples sprung up hard and throbbing on the tips of her breasts which swelled with new fat and tissue, splitting apart her suit jacket and straining her blouse, while her slacks were bursting down the rump and legs as her butt and thighs packed on more weight by the second. Her panties soaked through as her juices flowed freely, her pussy swollen and boiling hot and demanding to be filled.

The sight of both transformations seemed to break the cohesion in the room, with Fiona and Noah let go to rush to check on Dawn and the other cultists running over to check on their leader. Cory, thrown to the ground in the chaos, picked himself up over to where Sybil was moaning on the floor.

Fiona reached Dawn first, grabbing her hand. "Dawn! Sweetheart, are you okay?! Please be okay!"

Dawn reached up with one hand, gently stroking the side of Fiona's face. "I'm… I'm okay, Fiona. You got here just in time. Sybil…"

She sat bolt upright, looking over at Sybil, now bustier and thicker than even Fiona's new body, groping and humping at Cory as he retreated from trying to offer her assistance.

"Get away from her!"

He held up his hands in supplication as Sybil kept grabbing at him. "I swear, I'm not doing anything to her!"

Fiona held Dawn's hand gently. "He told us you were here, darling. He had a change of heart somewhere along the line. Noah, could you, um… Help Sybil, please?"

Noah was better able to keep her desperate affections at bay, but stood holding her up with a blush as Sybil panted and rubbed herself through scraps of her panties. The group turned to look at the rest of the cult, surrounding their transformed leader.

Simon sat helplessly on the floor, his clothing stripped away to reveal the full extent of his transformation. His enormous breasts, each bigger than a basketball, looked distended and tight, full to bursting with the thin golden nectar that leaked in a steady drip from dark nipples larger than both of his thumbs put together. They sat splayed either side of his belly, projecting three feet in front of his body, spreading apart chunky thighs topped by fat hips and a huge, chubby butt. His moans were deep but feminine, and his soft hands roamed around everything they could reach in desperation to touch but even his nipples sat beyond his new reach, let alone the full extent of his belly or the boiling cauldron of pure lust between his legs that had replaced his cock as the surge of concentrated sexual energy had rewritten him inside-out.

"I… N-no, what have you—aauuuughhh, mmmff… m-my body, I-uuuuhhhmmm…"

Tears rolled down his delicate face as his hands bumped off the sides of his belly as he tried to reach himself to rub, or groped at the middle of his fat mammaries trying to reach his nipples to relieve pressure. "S-so full, a-and—hhhnng, so e-empty, wh-what have you done to meeeaaammmhh—"

He reached out to his cultists. "Help me, help me!"

A few of the surrounding people looked at each other for a moment, and then Simon's new body, and pounced on him. Two cultists latched to his nipples, drawing out a shriek of relief, while others grabbed and groped at him, strong enough to shift his body around to reach the areas he couldn't. The group descended into a rubbing, sucking, moaning pile, Simon grabbing hungrily at offered cocks and heaving breasts, leaving only Dawn, Noah, Fiona, Sybil and Cory to slink quietly out of the room and back to the elevator. Sybil had to stop the group for a moment to lean against a wall, grunting and shuddering as she finally drew her first orgasm out of her newly-grown body, which seemed to clear her head—if only a little bit. Getting into the elevator gave them a chance to get their bearings. Noah rounded on Cory.

"You. Talk."

Cory yelped and backed into the corner of the elevator. Noah was big. "I'm so sorry, I really am so sorry! I had no idea what Simon was planning, it's not what he told us!"

Noah cocked his head, but he felt Dawn's hand on his shoulder. Her body looked different, even from the form she usually took when she wasn't pregnant—still sexy and curvaceous but… freer, lighter, possibly a little more youthful. "Love, it's okay. Fiona said he helped you rescue me—clearly he's not a threat to me any more."

He nodded desperately. "Absolutely not! I'm so sorry, Dawn, fuck that guy and what he did to you. He just told us we were going to summon the Goddess using you as, uh, a catalyst or something. I didn't know it would hurt you or kill you."

Dawn nodded. "I believe you. It sounds like this man spent a lot of time lying to people. What did he, um. What was he trying to do?"

Fiona snorted in humourless laughter. "Take over the world. You have to be pretty fucking weird to start a cult."

Cory spread his hands in an expansive gesture. "We were going to, you know. Fix the world. Make sure there was more than enough food for everyone. Stop wars by letting people focus on fucking instead of fighting. Regrow the forests and stop climate change."

Dawn smiled beatifically. "That's very sweet, if you take away the whole part of him being the head of a harem of desperately horny hyper-fertile women."

Sybil moaned, her pussy fluttering, and she took a few deep breaths. "I… Phew… Desperately horny is right, holy shit. Mmmh… If this is even close to how I would have ended up if he managed to summon the Goddess, my brain would be soup right now."

Dawn reached out for her and gave her a gentle hug. "You were amazing, Sybil. I'm—I'm so sorry this happened to you."

Sybil smiled back, a lock of sweaty hair falling across her face. Her high cheekbones and strong nose were joined now by healthy cheeks, thick lips and the general blush of life. She was beautiful, as much as it might not exactly have been her face.

"Ga—Dawn. You're a catastrophic fuckup and a liability to decency and good order, but you're my friend. Besides, I always kind of hated Simon. I'll—" she took a deep breath in and out, trying to maintain her composure as her pussy pumped at nothing and her sweaty breasts heaved with the motion, "I'll get used to this. Just like you did."

Fiona leered over Dawn's shoulder. "You're hot as fuck, if that helps."

Sybil shot back a withering look, but with an undercurrent of horny amusement underneath it. "Careful, Fiona, or I might make you put your money where your mouth is."

"Oh I'll put my mouth somewhere, sexy."

Sybil mewled, defeated for now as her clitoris throbbed in response. Dawn looked back at Cory, slightly wistfully. She could feel energy building back up inside herself again, feeling heat at the tips of her nipples. Her relief from her needs was short-lived, it seemed.

"You know, Cory, that stuff you said. It really does seem nice. It seems like a shame that we can't, you know. Make it happen. The nice parts."

Cory shrugged. "Why can't we? Maybe not on the scale Simon said he was planning but, uh. You're still the Priestess, aren't you? He didn't drain out your powers completely?"

She nodded. "I can feel it returning. I… I think it's still there, yeah."

"Well we've got you. We've got the world's foremost expert in your abilities. I—well, the cult, had a compound about two hours out of the city. It belonged to Simon; I doubt he'll be using it any more."

An idea began to bloom in Dawn's head, just as heat began to bloom between her legs.

Dawn settled into a chair on the porch of one of the old farmhouses her boys had restored, her hands across her large belly. Behind the house, fields of amber grain swayed in the wind, uniformly strong and healthy plants, ripe and ready for harvest. Inside, she could hear the tinkling and clanking of kitchen activity, likely one of the girls setting things up for cooking for the evening. A few men were tending animals, chopping wood, and one was measuring out lumber for a new outbuilding as they were rapidly running out of room.

There were about fifteen people in the commune now and more interest in joining than they could process effectively. Word had got around about life there; hard work, but rewarding work, good cheer and more than enough food to keep you fat and happy. There were also the other benefits of commune life that they didn't openly advertise but over the noise of the kitchen she could hear filtering down from upstairs—the bed creaking, moans in tandem from a woman having the time of her life and a man close to the edge. Nobody at the commune ever went unsatisfied, whether that meant an empty belly or full balls. Dawn smiled as the moans reached a crescendo, nodding gently.

"Sybil and Cory. I'm glad they're getting along so well now."

Noah came up from the side of the house, sitting down heavily next to Dawn. Magically-enhanced produce, Dawn's nectar and a steady job of outdoor work meant that his new physique had only become more solid. His very presence screamed steady masculine strength, and Dawn was by now gloriously familiar with its comfort (and his ability to lift very heavy things).

"How are you doing, darling?" They shared a quick kiss.

"I feel excellent, sweetheart. Very content. Well taken care of."

Noah smiled and kissed her again. "Let me know if you need anything, I know you're at the start of your pregnant phase and you won't be able to walk on your own soon."

Once the transformation had settled, Dawn's body had slotted into a lunar cycle of the different "stages" of her body. At the new moon, she returned to how she was when the group had left the museum many months ago; free and beautiful, taking the opportunity to explore the furthest reaches of the commune's land, visit all of the animals, swim and run and play. At the waxing crescent moon she would feel the heat beginning to build inside her, her body starting to grow, breasts fattening, curves thickening, her erogenous zones rising in sensitivity until eventually she fell into an unquenchable sexual lust. She would take the whole commune to her bed, one by one, delighting in their offerings of energy to her, feeling it build and grow inside her until the first quarter moon. Then the energy would condense and sublime inside her and move her to where she was now—her gravidity, her growing belly, her swelling matronly breasts.

Her commune liked to nest with her at this time, the men volunteering to take her where she needed to go, the women cuddling and cooing over her growing body. She would still sometimes have sex at this time but more for enjoyment than need, and increasingly she felt bad taking away her flock from each other. Her lactation began at the full moon, her breasts swelling even further until they and her belly together rivalled double the size of the rest of her body. Her flock would spend then until the waning moon tending to her and collecting her nectar, both in the vessels they had constructed to keep it for the farm and also their own full warm bellies, the commune sating themselves with rich nectar brimming with magic. Her belly would shrink down until it disappeared after the third quarter moon, and her lactation would dry up at the waning crescent, preparing herself for the next cycle.

She knew the effect her nectar had on her flock's bodies, and on the plants and animals on the farm. She hadn't quite expected the effect on people's fertility but in hindsight it was obvious. Every woman on the commune was at some stage of pregnancy, especially Fiona who by now was close to full-term but still strong and working hard, her condition barely weighing her down at all (or suppressing her appetites in any way). Fiona bore twins, along with a surprising number of the other women, and Dawn looked desperately forward to meeting them. Even the knowledge they were Noah's, and not hers, didn't matter at all; they were family and that was all that mattered.

Noah had a tablet computer out, and snorted with amusement. "Dawn! Look who one of the boys happened to find on the Internet."

"Wha—Noah, are you watching pregnancy porn? Do you… not get enough of that day-to-day?"

"No, Dawn, look at the girl!"

On the screen, getting utterly railed in a three-way gang-bang, was a short, chubby woman with absurd proportions, basketball-sized breasts and an even bigger belly, and long silver hair.

"Oh my goodness, that's Simon!"

"Simone, apparently, now. I mean… She seems to be doing well."

Dawn giggled. "Enjoying herself, at least. Well, how very interesting. Looks like she got the harem she wanted after all, just not exactly how she planned."

"Things have a way of working out." Noah kissed her again, another quick but tender show of affection. "I'm going to go check on Fiona, but call me if you need me, okay?"

Dawn leaned back, grinning and sighing happily, surveying her flock, her family. "I don't need anything else right now."