1st of July

A new month begins, a month in which I plan to leave the institute, this city, all remnants of my old life behind me, return to the house of an even older life, the one where I grew up in. But now, my new life will begin there, as Avatar of the All-Mother. I shall bring Her many more daughters, fill the old, empty house with life and laughter...

Tonight, when I was in Shub-Niggurath's realm, the All-Mother could barely contain Her excitement as She caressed my gravid belly. Of course, the All-Mother knew what had transpired, after all, it is Her power that makes all of this possible, but as any mother, Shub-Niggurath was and still is delighted to know that her family will grow further.

"You make me so proud, Daughter," the All-Mother said, "so very proud. This one has served me for so long, and a reward was long overdue. It fills me with joy that you would be the one to give it to her."

Kissing me the crown of my head, Shub-Niggurath rested her hand on my swollen stomach as she drew me between her breasts, mirroring the way I had held Miss Blake last evening.

I could still feel the warmth of her hand on my rotund belly when I woke up. But now, on to the preparations.

My plans have hit an immediate snag - while I may be able to communicate telepathically, I am mute and thus unable to make calls via telephone. Which means I have to go find a moving company in person, and with my body as swollen as it has become, I am unable to fit into my dress. Going out naked is, of course, out of the question. I will not just need a dress that fits my gravid belly, but also a hat with a veil and gloves large enough to fit my hands. It won't do to show Shub-Niggurath's blessings to the uninitiated.

But I digress; there is a problem at hand I intend to solve. Until Miss Blake is reborn, I need another initiate to take care of the daily dealings. If only my dearest Presley would return... I can feel him faintly, just enough to know in what direction he is, but more than enough to miss him even more now that Miss Blake rests under my heart and we are not able to talk anymore.

Then again, there is someone else, someone much closer: Molly, the young woman I initiated into the All-Mother's Cult. I feel her, too, and maybe, just maybe, I can reach out to her. After all, I will need an attendant until Miss Blake's rebirth, and Molly will do nicely, if she is ready to give up whatever she currently does for a living.

It worked! I distinctly felt Molly react to my calls, even if I do not think that any actual words reached her, just the urgency of my needing her here. She comes closer even as I write this. I am most excited to see what gifts Shub-Niggurath has blessed her with.

Well, dear reader and would-be disciple - for why else would you read my writings - the All-Mother has most certainly blessed Molly! Once I felt the youngest of our cult enter my street, I donned a few fresh bedsheets to keep a modicum of modesty to welcome her into my house. She is freshly initiated, after all, so I did not want to surprise her all too much.

I should not have worried, however. When Molly entered the house, the first thing I noticed how much more she filled out her modest dress, gentle curves stretching the fabric. And on a face that was ever so subtly more feminine, the same amazed expression that Miss Blake wore when she saw my blessings yesterday blossomed.

"Oh my god, Maeve, you look..." As Molly quickly walked over to me, I for the first time really appreciated just how much I had grown in every regard. Yes, Miss Blake had rested on my body before, but now I was much calmer, more collected. Molly, before easily reaching my chin, now she barely cleared the swell of my belly. "...You look astonishing!"

There was no hesitation as Molly embraced me, or rather my gravid, swollen middle, and neither did I hesitate as I reciprocated, marveling how small Molly felt under my slender hands. And for the first time since I had taken her into me, Miss Blake did more than just stir. I felt her twitch and writhe, and then her left arm extended from where she was curled up inside of me, pressing against my skin from the inside. Smiling, I looked down at the surprised Molly as she drew back a little and then put her own hand against the outline of Miss Blake's after pulling the bedsheet aside.

"There's someone in there?" Marveling at the feeling of her hand against the one from inside my belly, Molly looked up at me with eyes that were practically sparkling, apparently unperturbed by the row of sharp, pointy teeth running from where my breasts rested on my swollen stomach to my groin. "I mean, I thought as much, you look like you're days from, well, but whoever it is is awake?"

'Indeed, Child, my housekeeper Miss Blake has been chosen as the first to become a true Daughter of Shub-Niggurath by Her grace. It is one of the reasons I have called out to you - I am unable to speak, as you know, and thus I need someone to do that for me.'

"And... and you chose me? I am honored!" Molly brought her hands to her breasts, face determined and excited.

'I am glad, Child. There are great changes to come, and I need help. Please, tell me what ties you have in the city so we may plan accordingly.'

"There are none, I am all alone." As excited as she had been a second ago, as sad and small Molly looked suddenly. She gripped her left wrist with her right hand and looked off to the floor to the side. "My parent died of sickness, and I came to the city on my own. I have been earning money mending and sewing and selling things, but..."

'My poor Child!' My heart ached for Molly, and I scooped her up, cradling her against my soft bosom. My eyes brimmed with tears as I extended a few tentacles from the maw on my right hand to gently brush Molly's hair, feeling a strong affection for the young woman that surprised even me. 'You shall have a new family in us, and a new mother in the All-Mother! Now and forever.'

We retired to the sitting room's sofa, with me carrying Molly effortlessly, where we spent a while just sitting, snuggled up against each other and Molly gently caressing my pregnant belly. Miss Blake was once again dormant, almost motionless, and I could feel her very essence slowly changing as she was suffused by Shub-Nigguraths power.

I can still feel it happening now as I write this, with Molly sleeping soundly in Miss Blake's room. The newest member of Her cult has already proven herself useful as I knew she would; after calling her landlady that she had found employment with me and would move out of her small room, she has begun searching for a removal company to facilitate the move to the my childhood home.

How I myself will make it there without being seen is a question I still need to find an answer for. As is how I will get rid of these bedsheets and replace them with a dress befitting of my station. But for today, we have made great strides; now, if only my dearest Presley would return...