7th of July

The move and the first real threat to the cult behind us, I have not much to add yet, having just woken up from sleep.

We are now settling into the mansion, and quite well, I might add, even though much remains to be done. Before retiring for the night yesterday, we unpacked a few of the boxes which the movers now changing inside my gravid belly carried inside; curiously, the other members treated me as one would a pregnant woman. I should not lift too heavy, I should let the others do the work, and such niceties. But I am no mere woman. I can barely be considered human... So carrying six adult men within me and the odd box of belongings posed no problem at all. Dearest Priscilla and I have taken up the master bedroom, much enjoying the big bed within. Even with the both of us larger and more voluptuous than any human, there is plenty of space, both to sleep and to praise the All-Mother.

As I mention Her with the Thousand Young: I have not been invited to Her realm tonight. While I do feel a twinge of disappointment, I well understand why. Shub-Niggurath is remaking little Molly according to Her plan, and that must require tremendous amounts of energy and focus. Thus I content myself with a good night's rest and waking up in the arms of my beloved. Which now stirs, and I think we shall begin the day with giving praise to the All-Mother.

As we have found out, my grotesquely swollen belly prevents proper access to my member, but Shub-Niggurath's boons solved this quite conundrum nicely. I remained reclined against the elaborately carved back board and opened my mouth as wide as it would, which is to say, inhumanly wide, the fanged maws on my palms mirroring the action, and slowly extended writhing tangles of tentacles towards Priscilla, who murmured softly, still half-asleep.

Intending to change that, I caressed her cheek with my left, at the same time gently enveloping one of her bountiful breasts with the tentacles emanating from my hand. As Priscilla's face scrunched up most adorably, I let the tendrils projecting from my mouth slither along the bed and towards her nethers, gazing at my beloved from above. My face was the first thing she saw as she awoke fully, face already flushed with arousal, her morning greeting more mewl than word. I felt myself overflow with adoration for my dearest Priscilla, I am blessed beyond words to have her. Iä Shub-Niggurath!

Priscilla, too, overflowed by the time I reached her nethers, allowing an impressive ease of entry that gave rise to a full-fledged moan as the taste of my beloved spread over my tentacles, although a few of them I delegated to lightly tug her diminished member even as my own throbbed and drooled. As Priscilla lifted an arm to gently caress my swollen belly and began to push herself up, I gently milked her breast, the tentacles jutting from my other hand slithering over my dear beloved's neck and back, caressing her soft skin and tasting her entirely even as I felt the rising heat of her lust wash over me, drawn deep into my essence and from there to the All-Mother.

Now that I write this down, I'm increasingly sure that this energy will help with Molly's transmogrification into whatever blessed form She with the Thousand Young decrees. Maybe Priscilla and I shall endeavour to support Shub-Niggurath and Molly some more... but back to recounting our morning ritual.

With Priscilla now leaning against the back board of the bed, turned sideways to face my fecund form, I could gaze upon her shivering form, my tentacles worming their way deep inside her, finding all the little places that made my beloved squirm and produce the most lovely sounds. I myself was far from quiet, and when Priscilla moved to press herself against my much larger body, her single tentacle slithering from her mouth to latch onto my own breast, an unabashed moan filled the room, and it was far from the last.

More tentacles squirmed from my permanently stiff nipples, distending them obscenely as more and more emerged to tangle with Priscilla's single one, our breathing growing ragged and hot as unbelievably enjoyable sensations coursed through our blessed bodies. My enormous breasts quaked with every twitch of my huge body, and I could feel the partially transformed men within my grow slightly agitated, moving gently inside my swollen stomach. Surely, connected as we were, they felt much of what I felt, a precursor of what was in their future. I do hope they enjoyed it. After all, I can feel them twitch inside me even now, a fraction of the All-Mother's power flowing into them, changing them.

Connected by a myriad of tentacles, my beloved Priscilla and I could scarcely have been closer, our hot flesh rubbing against each other. My dearest feels so soft, even now, cuddled up against me while I pen these lines, but never is that feeling more acute than when we praise Shub-Niggurath. With my tentacles deep inside her, I could feel the ones lining her silken walls entangle and grasp at mine, a stimulation rivaling that of my member pounding into her during our first reunion. Alas, the latter will remain neglected until I give birth to the six men ceasing to be men even as I write.

Not that it mattered much, our enjoyment of each other's Goddess-blessed bodies unmarred by this inconsequential detail. With my tentacles stimulating my dearest Priscilla's every erogenous zone, it was just a matter of time before she came, shuddering and moaning into my left breast, nethers clamping down around my tentacles, sucking them even deeper than I had wormed them in. The explosive release of lustful energy washing from her through me was enough to bring me to orgasm, as well, but just as I was about to release my seed...

"Good morning, my dears!" Miss Blake slid inside the room on her slick, roiling pseudopod, completely ignoring both our states, even though she clearly had heard us. But such is life in the cult, where intercourse is akin to prayer. "Breakfast is ready, so if you would like to join me...? Oh my."

Although it could not be reached properly, my member still managed to spill quite a bit of seed onto the floor. Ever the consummate housekeeper, Miss Blake moved over, growing out a tentacle which in turn formed out a cloth, and quickly wiped up the stain. Then, with a smile towards us, she left again, as quickly as she had come, leaving us to disentangle ourselves and get cleaned up for breakfast, after which Priscilla and I retreated to the sitting room to spend some time simply enjoying each others presence, her reading and myself writing.

I return from a visit to the still sleeping Molly. One would call her comatose, if one did not know better. But all of us do know better, and we are elated to know she is in the All-Mother's realm, receiving her well-deserved blessings at last. I can feel Shub-Niggurath's influence growing within Molly, her very essence rearranged as She sees fit. To the uninitiated, the waxy pallor of little Molly's skin and it's brittleness to the touch would be more than disconcerting, and yet, all us followers of the All-Mother can see the beauty that is to come.

Oh, how excited we all are! But now, I must away, Priscilla and I will help Miss Blake unpack the remainder of my belongings.

Finally, all boxes and crates are stashed away in one of the cellars. I have, however, half a mind of converting one of the larger vaults into a proper temple to Her with the Thousand Young. No, not half; I have made up my mind, that is exactly what we will do. The remainder of the house shall remain as it is, to keep up pretenses to any visitors, but the heart of our cult shall be in the large vault that currently houses dusty, decrepit odds and ends, rotted ledgers and other such useless things.

Not for much longer. I can already envision the altar to Her magnificence - it shall be glorious! And require the work of skilled artisans that will need to be initiated into the cult. You can see, dear reader, that this plan is a rather longterm one, but it will be done.

The cult shall grow, until Shub-Niggurath walks among us, and then even further beyond!

These last lines I pen in bed, before sleep overtakes me. Priscilla rests next to me, nestled against my side, eyes already falling closed. We shall see what tomorrow brings. With any luck, our new servants will be born, and then we can tackle the rooms that have thus far been selected. I went from a town home with my boudoir, a sitting room and Miss Blake's abode to a mansion, evidently my belongings did not fill much more than half the ground floor, thus we will see what of my parents' belongings can be salvaged and what shall need to be ordered.

This time, with more care as to being seen.