29th of June - Part III

Tears formed in my eyes; tears of happiness. A new Child, a new sister! I took a step towards Molly, one hand raised towards her, the tencacle jutting from its palm extending and gently curling around the young woman's wrist to pull her up and towards me. My other hand unbuttoned my dress, that one's tentacle eagerly helping to reveal the creamy flesh of my bosom; flesh under which Shub-Niggurath's loving touch writhed excitedly. My skin stretched to the point I thought it was going to rip open, and as I began to pull my dress down, more and more tentacles slithered from my palms to caress my flesh and Molly's.

It felt sublime; every touch of my tentacles, I felt with my own skin and theirs. With every gentle caress, I found that I could control them better and better, as if they had always been part of my body, and I used that growing control to disrobe myself and Molly, throwing our dresses into a corner before pulling the younger woman towards me and into a proper embrace. As my swollen shaft sprang free, she hesitated for barely a second - an enormous member was the least strange thing on a body like mine. She was so small! Smaller than me in every regard; thinner, less voluptuous, her head barely reaching my chin...

'Do you accept the All-Mother as your Mother, as well, Molly? Will you accept Her love as I have, allow Her to touch you as She touched me?' As I spoke to Molly's mind, I felt my heart run over with Shub-Niggurath's love - and my body swell as the tendrils of Her touch writhed and multiplied under my skin. It was as if by spreading Her influence, I could bring more of the All-Mother's power into this world, making me stronger in turn. And - I squeeze my much enlarged bosom as I write this - ever more voluptuous. 'I wish for nothing more than to share the All-Mother's gifts with you...'

"Yes! Oh yes, I wish to be blessed by her!" As heated as her reply was, as hot burned Molly's lust. In my embrace, she could surely feel my body grow and thicken, her head getting swallowed by my expanding breasts, her lower body rubbing against swelling thighs... and my pulsing, twitching member. But Molly only had eyes for my breasts, her hands on my widening hips, even as more and more tentacles slithered under my skin and over hers, sparing only her nethers from their touch. "Iä Shub-Niggurath! I want Her to make me like you! Please, I beg you, I want to be beautiful!"

'Of course, Molly.' I smiled behind my veil, it and my hat the only piece of clothing I still wore. 'The All-Mother loves all her Children equally, and She will surely bless you as She has blessed me.'

Hoisting Molly into the air with the surprising strength of my tentacles, I felt my smile broaden. There was a flow of power, faint, but growing... or my ability to sense it grew? In any case, the heat of lust I sensed in Molly seeped into my tentacles, filled them and then me. But no matter how much I drained (I hesitate to use this word, as Molly was giving freely and happily) from Shub-Niggurath's newest child, Molly's lust didn't diminish. No, it only rose as I caressed her arms, her legs, her stomach... Only her breasts, behind, and nethers I did not touch.

Not yet.

Too much did I enjoy her mewls and twitches as I used the four strongest tentacles projecting from the openings in my palms to suspend her before me until she hung aloft, helpless and spread-eagled. I could see her glistening lower lips flutter in anticipation, and I licked my plump lips - or rather, I let the tentacles filling my mouth run over them, the tingling sensation making me shudder. Oh, the things I wanted to do to her... the things I did! I'm sure, dear reader, that you can't wait to read of them. As I write, I feel my lust rising from the memory alone, the hand not holding the fountain pen idly playing with my pulsing shaft or my throbbing nipples.

Which brings me to what happened next: It appears that part of me could wait just as little as Molly did. There was a writhing, a stretching, a stab of pleasurable pain... and the very tips of my erect nipples distended and burst open, two new bundles of slippery tentacles shooting out with enticingly wet sounds. I was just as surprised as Molly, and with all my tentacles seemingly having a mind of their own if I didn't control them (which hasn't changed: I have caught the ones in my mouth gently caressing my lips when I'm not careful!), they had latched on to Molly's nethers before she or I could react.

But react we did; Molly had to bite her lower lip mightily to muffle an exclamation of lust. Me? I moaned unabashedly. The luxurious feeling of the sudden increase in Molly's lust washing over me, the sensation of these new tentacles trailing and writhing and twisting into her... They seemed to be as supernaturally sensitive as my nipples, if not more so! And as I tug on my pencil-thick nipple now, a tiny tentacle slithers out and curls around my fingers. The sensation makes me moan deeply; these blessings of the All-Mother are more than I could have ever wished for. Iä Shub-Niggurath!

Back to what happened in Molly's room, dear reader. Hung before me, the precious little thing writhed and moaned and sighed, arms and legs pulling on the grip of my tentacles helplessly. I gave her just enough room so she would not hurt herself, playfully pulling her back whenever I though she had moved enough. Her whimpers were music for my ears, and the lustful energy flowing from her through me and then to the All-Mother was a balm for my soul. My breathing was ragged with lust, my shaft drooling lustful fluids that stained the worn wooden floors; but not as much as Molly's, dripping from her lower lips in a constant trickle.

As the tentacles from my hands caressed her skin, her supple breasts, her thighs, her lips, the ones protruding from my breasts buried ever deeper into her innermost parts. I felt every bump, every fold, my heart (or whatever Shub-Niggurath had blessed me with in its place) beating faster as my face became flushed, left cheek bulging with a tentacle under the skin. Another hot moan wormed itself out of my slack mouth, together with the mass of tentacles no longer hidden behind my teeth. Stretching my plump lips, they twisted and undulated through the air until they wet Molly's cheek with the spit-like slime covering them.

I could feel her, taste her, not just with what had taken the place of my tongue, but with every one of the tentacles that had sprung forth from my body. Sweat and skin and cheap perfume and the natural taste of her nethers... a heady mix that only served to heighten my arousal. I did my best to reciprocate, splitting off two small tentacles from the ones jutting from my mouth to latch onto Molly's achingly hard nipples as the rest played over her lips, questing forth and retreating. Unlike the uncontrolled burst of lust that now saw me filling and stretching Molly's deepest reaches, I wanted to tease and play with her before I filled her above as I had below.

I did so love playing with her, anointing her, making her squirm and mewl and gasp. And with every twitch of her body, my hips widened, with every throaty moan, my legs lengthened, with every squeal of pleasure, my breasts swelled as the All-Mother's power filled me... and latched onto Molly's very soul. I could practically see it, a white-hot spark in the sweltering heat of the young woman's lust that fed off it as much as it nourished it. I smiled around the tentacles that stretched my mouth as I fully realized what I know now: I am Shub-Niggurath's High Priestess in the mortal realm, and it is my duty to spread Her influence, to bless others as She has blessed me.

And the first of Her blessings was taking root in Molly. As I pulled and squeezed on her small, yet supple breasts with the two tentacles I had dedicated for this, there was ever more give, ever more softness, a development that Molly herself noticed as well, reacting with an elated, gasping laugh. Her head, until now lolling backwards in the throes of lust, moved forwards so she could behold her breasts as they began to swell, but I had other ideas. The tentacles protruding from my mouth, until now content to tease and caress, surged forth, part of them wrapping around her head to keep it from moving while the rest thrust into her mouth, pumping back and forth to stimulate themselves and Molly's lips at the same time. I held her head so she could only just not see her breasts... but as they swelled ever larger, she soon would be able to. The lustful anticipation bleeding off of her was delicious.

The tentacles that filled her nethers began to slowly, almost lovingly thrust as well, making her lower abdomen move and bulge in a pale imitation of the writhing under my own skin. It had intensified as I felt my body swell and grow; no inch of my skin was spared from stretching every now and then. Even my shaft strained and bulged, growing fatter and longer to keep up with my body, but no matter how pleasurable it would have been to touch it until I could cover Molly in white, this was about her, about blessing a new member of Shub-Niggurath's cult, not about my own satisfaction.

Not that it wasn't deeply satisfying on its own, lustful and erotic... The memory alone has my shaft pulse and throb in my hand as I caress it, doing now what I couldn't back then, helpful tentacles slithering out of my palm and around its length to coax out drip after drip of sticky fluids. They drop to the floor, much like back with Molly. But back with her, they were joined by the young woman's own as they squelched out of her, her nethers filled to the brim with my tentacles as I pumped them in and out of her, her exultant squeals muffled by the ones thrusting into her mouth. The tentacles occupied with Molly's breasts had something to heft and squeeze by now, spiraling around burgeoning breasts to caress and squeeze.

The heat of Molly's lust as she realized how big she was getting, as she began to see the very tips of her nipples at the lower end of her vision... it was like standing in the summer sun, like sitting in a chair in front of a gently crackling fire, and I was determined to bring this heat to a boisterous, lustful explosion. My own lust, fed by Molly's and every sensation of every tentacle on the inside and outside of her body, did not make it easier, disrupting my focus and self-control. My tentacles, with that mind of their own, began to slip from my control as well, caressing and stimulating Molly more and more wildly, making her scream in lust around the ones in her mouth.

Her back arched, her hips writhed, trying their best to meet the movements of my tentacles, even without leverage as she hung suspended before me. The closer Molly came to release, to that peak that would mean her final induction in the All-Mother's embrace, the more I felt my gonads churn and twitch, the more my member strained, the more the tendrils within and without me writhed, until finally, with a shriek that would have rattled the windows had it not been muffled by tentacles, Molly's lust boiled over and washed over me in a surge of almost painful heat that sunk deep into me.

It was enough to bring about my own climax, and my shaft unloaded violently without ever having been touched, anointing Molly as the finishing touch of this first Ritual of Shub-Niggurath. Again and again I

The memory of the day, combined with the stimulation to my oh so sensitive body proved too much for me, dear reader, and I had to clean up a little mishap before continuing this entry.

Once our orgasms had run their course, I elected to sit cross-legged onto the floor of Molly's room, the ceiling of which was now rather closer than when I had entered. Pulling the limp and content Molly into my lap and against my enlarged, soft breasts, I gently held her body with my tentacles, getting a glimpse at my palms for the first time since the tentacles had erupted from them. You see, dear reader, there isn't simply a tear in the skin, but rather a fanged mouth that disgorges the tentacles, closing and interlocking the teeth once they retreat; yet another of the All-Mother's boons.

Back at Molly's, I didn't get much time to look at it. Basking in the subdued warmth of the younger woman's slowly ebbing lust, I almost jumped when Molly mewled and shifted in my embrace, voice weak, but satisfied:

"Th-this was... amazing... praise be to Shub-Niggurath, I'll serve Her for... ever..."

Then, the poor exhausted thing fell asleep in my arms. I cleaned her up as much as I could with my tentacles before squeezing into my dress and leaving a note on her nightstand where she could find me, then I left the way I had come, although I struggled much more to **** myself out of the window this time, nearly ripping my dress in the process.

Of course, with my grown stature and voluptuousness I turned many a head; I am of two minds about it. The attention felt rather nice, but is it wise to garner so much of it, with Shub-Niggurath's cult in its infancy?

In any case, as soon as I returned home, I began this entry, which has now taken until it is time for bed. Miss Blake supplied me with some light dinner and tea, but strangely, I feel neither hunger nor thirst. Could it be that my connection with the All-Mother sustains me now? It must be... should I commune with her in my dreams tonight, I shall ask her.