25th of June

It is a good thing I was playing with the thought of asking Miss Blake for help, because tonight, She rewarded me greatly for how well am I doing. So greatly, in fact, that my fitted Sunday's best will no longer fit, neither around the chest nor around the legs. I now have no other choice than to ask Miss Blake to alter the garments for me in order to be ready for my meeting with Presley in the evening. I hope it will go well and

Miss Blake walked in on me while I was writing the last entry, wearing nothing but my dressing gown (which, too, rather ill fits me now, with my bust nearly spilling out and my shaft sometimes peeking at the front). Of course, she immediately realised the strangeness of my body, or rather, its newfound voluptuousness, and as I turned towards her in surprise, also the androgyny of my face. You see, dear hypothetical reader, my face and my member are now the only masculine parts of my body, and the former only fleetingly so.

To my surprise, however, Miss Blake did not react with horror at seeing my body in all its blessed splendor for the first time. No, it was with utter delight! Dropping the new sheets she had brought, Miss Blake stepped over to where I was sitting at my desk and almost reverently ran her hands over my slim shoulders, along my arms, even over the swell of my bosom, hefting the heavy orbs with a sigh of deep satisfaction.

I was frozen, partially in surprise and partially due to the rather agreeable sensations the gentle touch of another elicited. I found my shaft and my sizeable nipples swelling, pulsing with my heartbeat - a sentiment my body now repeats at the memory, and my free hand strays towards my groin to take advantage of the rising lust as I continue this entry.

But back to what happened with Miss Blake: As her thumbs played over the prominent tips of my bust terribly hidden by the thin fabric of my gown, I finally managed to stammer a question about her reaction, about why she was touching me so skilfully instead of, well, any sensible reaction. I shall never forget the deeply satisfied smile Miss Blake gave me as she leaned in to whisper into my ear, the swell of her bust under her dress pressing into mine (to my surprise larger than Miss Blake's), her gentle fingers grasping my fiercely erect member, deftly stroking it.

"Who do you think chose you as the newest Daughter of the All-Mother, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young? Iä! Shub-Niggurath! May Her offspring be plentiful! Iä! Iä!"

And with a gasped 'Iä!' of my own, I emptied myself over the front of Miss Blake's black dress, white semen seeping into dark fabric. Echoing the memory, I call out once more in praise to Her - 'Iä!' - and feel hot seed spray against the underside of my breasts.

Finally I know Her name, and what a glorious name it is. Shub-Niggurath, the All-Mother... and I am chosen as one of Her Daughters, to exact her will on this plane, with Miss Blake assisting me. Which, at the moment, means fitting my suit to my new proportions so I can be ready for the evening. I have no doubts in Miss Blake's abilities... I do, however, doubt mine. What if, despite the gifts She gave me, Presley will not be receptive to my advances?

I think that all I can do is have faith. In Shub-Niggurath's boons and my own abilities.