2nd of July

The All-Mother was once again smitten with my gravid belly during my nightly visit to her realm, fussing over me like a woman becoming grandmother for the first time the entire time, exclaiming again and again how excited She was to meet the being Miss Blake would become, how proud She was of me. She also said that within the next days, there would be a surprise arriving for me in my world that the All-Mother had been preparing. I'm glad that I am able to serve Her so well, even if I owe it all to her power and her boons in the first place, and immensely thankful for all She does for me.

Iä Shub-Niggurath!

Oh, dear reader, I am so excited! A letter has arrived from my dearest Presley! It may be short, but still, I'm so glad he is doing well, even more so as the All-Mother has now finally blessed him as she told me She would. But do read for yourself, I will put Presley's letter between the pages of my diary. I simply cannot wait to see him again, particularly now that I know... Oh, but I mustn't spoil the surprise for you, just as Presley and the All-Mother didn't spoil it for

My previous entry of today was interrupted rather suddenly, but for good reason: Miss Blake has been reborn! Let me quickly recount how it happened:

As I was writing, I suddenly felt movement within my swollen belly, Miss Blake stirring more than she ever had, and as I looked down between my heaving breasts, I saw the interlocking fangs on my stomach begin to part slowly. It was all I could do to throw both diary and pen onto my desk and turn towards the middle of the room before my stomach split open wide, and a writhing burst forth, depositing the curled up form of Miss Blake onto the carpet.

And dear reader, I must say, my dear housekeeper has changed considerably, to the point of being nigh-unrecognizable. Only her face has retained at least the same shape. But see for yourself, dear reader; I had the surprisingly talented Molly create a sketch of Miss Blake:

But even Molly's considerable ability does not do Miss Blake's body justice. It is constantly shifting, changing, eyes and mouths and tentacles appearing and melting away, sometimes when they are needed as Miss Blake works, sometimes idly and seemingly without reason. I write this entry in the sitting room downstairs, the curtains obviously drawn to prevent us being seen, and Miss Blake is teaching Molly how to clean properly.

Only it seems to me a bit unfair, for Molly is both unused to her enlarged assets and has only two arms and a featherduster. Miss Blake, meanwhile, uses her arms and any number of tentacles and what's more, she seems able to form every cleaning implement known to man from them. Brushes, featherdusters, cloths, whatever Miss Blake needs just appears and disappears at her mental command. Even though she has lost her legs, the shapeless pseudopod forming the lower third or so of her body allows her to move faster than poor Molly can follow.

Suffice to say, life has become more lively and more blessed. Miss Blake has made absolutely sure to thank the All-Mother for her blessings at every opportunity, and Molly does seem smitten with the new form my Housekeeper has been gifted. I do of course notice the furtive glances she gives my belly; she obviously wishes for her own blessing, but that can't be for now.

We will need one of us to remain at least outwardly human for interactions with the uninitiated, even if it pains me to withhold Shub-Niggurath's gift from poor Molly. Maybe once we have moved out into my parents' old estate... But for that to happen, a lot has to be prepared. I need to keep this entry short, as I still need to make a list of mine and Miss Blake's possessions and which ones we shall need to take with us.

So much to do, and yet, I am excited to see it happen.