30th of June

The All-Mother indeed invited me into her realm last night. She seemed so proud, a smile creasing Her lips as she pulled me into Her embrace, between those pillowy breasts that do not seem that much larger than mine, relatively speaking, and stroked my head as She spoke.

"A new Daughter, and so soon! My dearest, beloved First Daughter, she chose you well..."

I, for my part, was content to simply be in Shub-Niggurath's embrace, hugging her back. I had grown considerably, in height and voluptuousness alike, and yet, Shub-Niggurath felt as large as she ever had. Now, in hindsight, it feels obvious that the increase in power She had granted me had to have been a fraction of what the All-Mother took for herself. As is Her right, of course; without Her, none in this world would be so blessed as I.

The rest of the dream I spent in her arms as she whispered words of praise.

I woke up refreshed and full of energy, as I always have since accepting the All-Mother's gifts. Having slept in the nude (something I would never even have considered in my wildest dreams before Shub-Niggurath blessed me) as none of my pajamas had fit me, I now took the opportunity to properly appreciate Her new boons. As I let my hands run over my curves, I could feel the interlocked fangs on my palms against my smooth, soft skin and knew that I would have to wear gloves from now on, lest I be discovered. After all, blessings as they were, I was under no illusion that others would see them as such before I or another of Her chosen Daughter's opened their eyes to the truth.

But at that moment, I was content to heft and massage the enormous breasts Shub-Niggurath had gifted me. They were overflowing my hands, soft and heavy, the tendrils of the All-Mother's love writhing gently within them. I can feel them all the time now, moving under my skin, in my flesh; and I know that I can call them whenever I need. I shall endeavour to need them often.

I had found out while writing yesterday's entry that there were no obvious changes to my nipples, besides their unusual size and perpetual stiffness. They are now simply able to distend and stretch inhumanly to allow yet more tentacles to emerge. Now that I think about it, there is less and less about me that is human, and yet, I do not miss my supposed humanity; never in my life have I felt this strong, this loved, this needed.

Obviously, my appreciative ministrations on my breasts and nipples were not without an effect on certain parts of my physique. My hands sunk deep into the soft, sensitive orbs on my chest, and between my now so shapely legs rose something just as oversized, but far less soft. I smiled to myself and leaned back into my pillows, hands still fondling my enormous chest; had I not been blessed by Shub-Niggurath, I would have had to neglect one of them (then again, without the All-Mother, I wouldn't even have them). But thanks to Her boons, all I had to do was call forth the tentacles from my breasts, revelling in the sensations as they stretched and distorted my nipples. For good measures, I also opened the mouths on my palms to stimulate my gigantic breasts better than with just my mere hands.

As the tentacles from my nipples wrapped around the pulsing shaft rising from my groin, I did the same with the ones slithering forth from my palms, only that I coiled them around the soft orbs on my chest to gently massage and squeeze them. I felt my smile become ever looser as my lust rose and moaned unabashedly; this was my house, a temple to Shub-Niggurath, and I would and will always sing Her praises without restraint.

Obviously, Miss Blake did hear me. But of course, her I did not mind seeing my new blessings. In fact, the expression on her face - flush, slackjawed, and obviously aroused - only served to fan the flames of my lust. As I pumped my shaft with the twin nests of tentacles from my breasts, I tugged on my stretched-out nipples and massaged my gargantuan breasts while I gave Miss Blake a look that I hoped was inviting and seductive.

'Look upon Her blessings and rejoice, Miss Blake!'

As I spoke to her mind, her eyes shot up from where they had marvelled at my blessings, and Miss Blake's expression went from simply aroused to stupefied. Upon her stammering questions that inquired on the nature of this new ability and Shub-Niggurath's role in it, I confirmed her suspicions; only to then open my mouth and run the tentacles within over my plump lips seductively.

"To be so blessed in such little time..."

Miss Blake was now running her hands over her black dress, mirroring my motions from before on her much more modest curves. Heat was rolling off her, ever increasing as her lust rose. I felt it flow into me, fanning my arousal as my body acted as a conduit to the All-Mother once more, and the writhing within me intensified once more. The tentacles I squeezed my breasts with were not immune to this effect, twitching and wriggling over my sensitive flesh, as were the ones around my member, and I could only moan softly and arch my back, gently thrusting my hips as if on instinct.

Having gone over to the chair at my desk, Miss Blake had taken a seat and hiked up her dress, revealing her shapely legs clad in dark grey stockings held up by a garter. It was clear she was intent on joining me in what one might call fervent prayer to the All-Mother. Thinking about it, I shall need to plan a proper mass with the entire cult (for any emergent religion begins as a cult, does it not?) to collect even more power for Shub-Niggurath.

"Just look at you, Maeve, you are gorgeous..."

My dear housekeepers eyes wandered over my enlarged, blessed body as her left dove into her undergarments, her right moving to massage her breasts through the top of her dress. I have to admit that, in the past, before all this, I glanced at them once in a blue moon; they were not terribly large, certainly nothing compared to my enormous orbs, but they were shapely and firm, and in matters of praising the All-Mother, size was not important. Still, I hope Shub-Niggurath will bless Miss Blake as She did the rest of her Daughters, should my beloved housekeeper wish her to. Running a hand over my truly outrageous left breast as I write, I smile; I would be elated for her sake if she would receive similar boons.

But for now, she remains unassuming, if rather fetching, which did not stop her worshipping Shub-Niggurath in the slightest. Her left hand kept rubbing her sex, gently and first, but soon more demanding and hungry, while her right massaged her breast, switching from one to the other every so often. If I had not felt the hot waves of her lust wash over me, seep into me, I might have pitied her, being unable to stimulate her every erogenous zone at once, but she seemed to manage just fine. And, as I quickly remembered, there was a veritable nest of tendrils within me, proof of the All-Mother's love, more than enough to help Miss Blake reach new heights.

My jaw yawning open, I called forth the multitude of tentacles that had taken the place of my tongue and extended them towards Miss Blake in a graceful, wriggling arc. The sight made her gape and stare, movements slowing and stopping as the dripping tips of the tendrils Shub-Niggurath had gifted me with closed in on her. A beaming, excited smile blossomed on Miss Blake's face as she realized the obvious.

"Maeve, really? You will bless me like this?"

'Far be it from me not to share Her boons, my dear...'

As they reached Miss Blake, I let my tentacles slither around her ankles, splitting the coiled tendrils up to caress her well-formed legs, slime seeping into her dress as much as her skin. Ever higher I went, buoyed by Miss Blake's incredulous gasps and mewls; of course, I took my time, savoring the taste and feel of her smooth legs, but my prize lay beyond, further up... where they met.

'You shall receive her blessing, Miss Blake, now and forever.'

Miss Blake's only reply was a sharp sucking in of breath, for I had reached her nethers, coordinating all tentacles emanating from my mouth to simultaneously touch her sex, caressing her fingers as they did. Her taste was divine, and with our rising lust came a loss of control; neither I nor the instincts that drove my tentacles could wait to explore Miss Blake's deepest parts. And Miss Blake, the good soul, had been mewling most desperately the closer my tentacles came to where her shapely thighs met. Clearly, she could not wait for it herself.

Plunging into her, I could not stop my eyes from rolling up in my head; it was as if I had come into contact with Miss Blake's very core, the source of the heat rolling off of her, and power seemed to flow through the tentacles jutting from my mouth, filling my head with pure pleasure. There were no more thoughts, just an unbearable need to worship Shub-Niggurath, and whorship we did.

Deeper and deeper I buried into Miss Blake, even as the tentacles on my breasts and member went into a frenzy, molesting my bosom almost roughly, had they not not been so slippery with slime, and my shaft buzzed with pleasure as I rapidly stroked it with two other sets of tentacles. My insides shifted, writhed, made my skin stretch in places as I felt power pour into me, a majority siphoned off towards the All-Mother, Her With The Thousand Young, but there was enough remaining with me that I felt Shub-Niggurath's boons grow once more. My hips, my breasts, even my member engorged under my hands and tentacles, my body pulsing and throbbing with all-consuming lust as it swelled larger still.

"M-Maeve... the-the All-Moth--aaanh~!"

The tentacles deep within Miss Blake were squeezed tightly as a burst of heat raced from her and into me and then further to Shub-Niggurath, like a miniature sun in my minds eye, and I would swear to you even now, dear reader, that I heard the All-Mother's delighted laugh ring in my ears even as I was overwhelmed by the sensations, bucking and thrusting and writhing as my seed shot forth, splattering down onto the floor, the bedsheets, and myself.

I was, curiously, filled with more strength and power then ever before after my climax had run its course, and yet so drained and content to just lie on my bed, legs hanging off its lower end, my tentacles slowly receding back into my body and making Miss Blake weakly twitch and mewl as they left her.