29th of June - Part II

I have grown. In power, in size, in control, even in height. As I sit and write, the seams of the dress I got just a few days ago creak with every minuscule movement, constricting my flesh and the writhing of Shub-Niggurath's loving touch within me. The arms of my dress, heretofore reaching my wrists, now only cover me to the middle of my forearms, and there's rather more of my lower legs visible than I would have been comfortable before the All-Mother blessed me. My breasts, swollen to at least half again their size, bulge from the front of my garment; I had it buttoned up demurely when I put it on in the morning, but the abundance with which Shub-Niggurath's gifts afford me makes that impossible now.

But let me tell you, dear reader and hopefully soon-to-be Child of Shub-Niggurath, how this came to happen.

After donning a veil to hide any kind of... unusual movement under my skin, I bade farewell to Miss Blake and went for a walk, trusting that the All-Mother would lead me well. As I walked aimlessly, enjoying the gentle sway and bob of my blessed flesh, trying to discern if any direction I took made the tentacles within it writhe more vigorously. For writhe they did, softly and incessantly; I had not realized how much lust there was in the crowd filling the streets, parks and alleys of Arkham. I could feel it, just as one would feel a hot breeze, whenever I passed someone that was rather more aroused than they let on.

There was the middle-aged housewife on her way back from shopping, radiating a dry, almost **** heat that had me stumble and bump into her as a tentacle in my thigh twitched and jerked me towards the poor, surprised woman, caressing her leg in the brief instant we touched, but without breaking my skin. As I excused myself wordlessly for my clumsiness, I felt my cheek just below my eye stretch, an almost insurmountable urge to caress this plump woman's face, to have her suck my thumb and bring her into the fold wracking me, but I couldn't, not right there in the street.

There was the automobile passing me by, hot as a furnace and leaving behind a trail I could have followed with my eyes closed. It's windows were darkened, and the chauffeur in front was the only human being I saw, but my imagination ran wild for quite some time after the automobile had long since disappeared. I knew there was something rather exciting going on within, and my soft bosom heaved as my nipples throbbed and my shaft strained against the garter that fastened it to my leg as I wondered about who was engaged in which kind of scandalous behavior inside the automobile.

There was the server in the café I stopped at around mid-day to get something to eat and drink, and of course to calm myself. As it was, I was rather too excited to continue walking, my monstrously oversized shaft smearing my leg with fluids, the tips of my breasts pulsing with every heartbeat and pushing into the fabric of my dress. I ordered (by pointing at the menu, as I still had not regained the ability to speak) from the most delectable young man; twice, in fact, as after the first time, he returned rather sheepishly: He had forgotten what I ordered. I had expected that, of course, with the way he had been unable to move his eyes even an inch from my bust as he stammered his confirmations of my order. I knew I would feature heavily in his fantasies; rather soon, too, judging by the way the heat from him increased rapidly. And I loved it.

There was a couple holding hands in a park, and for all their chasteness, I felt how much they desired each other, to just rip off their clothes and enjoy each other, unheeding of any passers-by. There was a sailor, pockets jingling with his pay, who was certainly on his way to the less reputable parts of town, his lust burning hot, wet and excited. There was a young lad, barely of age, smoking on the steps of a house, who dropped his cigarette from his slack mouth as he stared at my passing form, his heat peaking sharply as I winked at him.

There were countless more, and feeling the immediate effect I had on some of them left me in a state of constant arousal, as did simply knowing how many of my fellow humans (although I find myself questioning if 'human' still applies to me) were so very aroused and **** to do something about it! I do think the seeds of Shub-Niggurath's influence shall find fertile ground here.

What I struggled to find, however, was someone lonely, someone isolated and aroused that I could help. Of course, with my own slowly building arousal, I would need just as much release as the next would-be Child of Shub-Niggurath.

Finally, with the sun already setting on the roofs of Arkham, there began a mighty writhing in my right side, where I would have thought I had one of my lungs had I not been blessed by the All-Mother. The tendrils of her love had been restless all day, of course, but this almost rivaled the excited motions of the morning. Lustful and frustrated as I was, I decided to follow this first lead I had had all day. After all, would Her blessings lead me astray?

Of course, they did not. Although it took a bit of walking every which way to find out in which direction the writhing became stronger, I was soon on a path that led me ever closer to the source... and deep into the alleys of Arkham, with less and less people around. Which of course suited me fine; I was not sure if I wanted witnesses for whatever would happen once I reached my destination.

Which, as it turned out, was a small, oft-repaired house with two floors, squeezed between two others just like it. But the heat radiating from the second floor, right behind one of the windows on the left, was almost palpable. Standing right in front of the door, I stared up at the window, my veil resting on the heated skin of my face, and the tentacles in my mouth, my legs, my stomach, my breasts, everywhere in my body where in a frenzy. The slick, twitching tendrils that had replaced my tongue slithered out between my lips, opening up my mouth ever so slightly, the skin on my body bulged and stretched... I had to get up there.

It wasn't that I had lost all reason. I could think just fine, my mind racing to think up a way how to make it up there, and yet, instinct revealed that way in the end. With a jerking motion, I raised both arms, and didn't even twitch or feel any kind of surprise as thick tendrils burst from my palms and shot into the eaves of the house, easily finding purchase and pulling me upwards until I hung suspended right in front of the window. The heat, the delicious heat almost had me panting, pulsing arousal racing through my entire body in waves.

And through windows that were age-blinded, yet immaculately cleaned, my eyes confirmed what Shub-Niggurath's boons had already told me: On a bed to one side of the room, a thin, plain young woman was pleasuring herself, lost in the throes of passion as both her hands were buried deep inside her dress. And she was all alone in the house, there were no other sources of heat, no matter how faint. The perfect new Child for the All-Mother.

The tentacles within me obviously were of the same opinion, and out of patience. Or maybe I was; it is hazy in my memory. I remember perfectly clear what I did, but not quite who was the driving ****, or if it was all me. In any case, a supremely thin tendril shot out between my lips, squeezed through a small gap in the window and undid the latch, pulling open the window and allowing me to lift myself inside almost silently.

Almost.

"Wh-Who are you? How did you--wha-what are those?" She hadn't been as lost to the world as I had hoped. And although her lust barely waned, her expression rapidly became rather more panicked than I would have liked. "Wha... wha... what are you?!"

I must admit that I nearly panicked myself. I could not talk, I could not soothe the young woman's nerves by telling her I had come to bring gifts, aid, pleasure, and neither did I want to take her by ****. Shub-Niggurath is and will always be a loving goddess, and as she did with me, I will only bring the willing into the fold. And as always, the All-Mother provided. Or had provided, just as with my new senses, and it took me until now to realize.

'My name is Maeve, and fear not, my child! Please, I have come only to aid you!'

"How... how are you...?"

I did not know how, only that I did. But in my desperation, my mind had seemingly made contact with hers. I felt elated; another boon from Shub-Niggurath, one that made reforming my tongue unnecessary!

'Please do not fear me, Molly.' That was her name. I felt it just as clear as her lust, now that I spoke directly to her mind. 'I bring news, news of the All-Mother, and an invitation.'

"I-I... I don't understand... who is the All-Mother?" Molly had pulled her hands out of her skirt and crossed them in front of her blouse, pulling them between her tiny breasts. "What do you want?"

'Only to help you, to bring you the All-Mother's boons.' I saw the fact that Molly didn't stammer as much anymore as a good sign. Surely, if she calmed down, she would see the benefits of Shub-Niggurath's love. 'Please, all I want to do is spread Her love...'

At 'love', Molly gasped and rubbed her slim thighs together, a blush spreading on her face.

"L-love? B-but..." The stutter was back, but now, Molly didn't sound panicked. No, she sounded rather breathless, and I could feel her heat, her lust rise again.

'Yes, Molly. Shub-Niggurath loves all her Children. Please, let me show you how much. Let me share Her love, Her boons!' The young woman before me was mewling and writhing, and I caressed my sizeable bosom with both hands, the tentacles protruding from my palms twisting and wrapping around the heavy orbs. 'These have been Her gift, Molly. Everything about my body has been enhanced by Her love.'

Molly stared at me, at my chest, with almost **** yearning, one of her arms rising from her chest and towards me. Her face was flush, and the heat washing off her was invigorating.

'All you need to do, Molly, is embrace Her love. Become her Child as I have.' I smiled at Molly behind my veil. I could feel that she was about to give in, and it made me so happy. One more Child for the All-Mother to love, one more Child that would be made as happy as I was! "Iä! Shub-Niggurath!"

As it turned out, my mouth was still able to form sounds, just not human ones. The praise to Her name sounded strange, distorted, inhuman, and yet seductive and sultry, a promise of pleasure and satisfaction. But would Molly accept the offer?

"I-Iä... Iäh! Shub... Shub-Niggurath!"