5th of July

Today shall be the day, dear reader. After a night us Blessed Ones have spent in the realm of the All-Mother, where I thanked Shub-Niggurath profusely for the boon She granted my dearest Priscilla, I have sent little Molly to the movers we have selected. I expect she shall return soon, and then she will direct them with emptying my city domicile. The rest of us, the ones less than presentable to the uninitiated, will already have left in the automobile Priscilla has procured to reach my parents' old country home.

Oh, terrible things have happened! I can barely imagine the consequences they may have on our present situation... But let me recount the proceedings leading to the cult's current predicament from the start.

The day began so very promising, with things going just as we had planned. I had some trouble fitting into the automobile, but thanks to the, shall we say, malleability of my blessed body, I managed in the end. Miss Blake, being even more fluid than I, filled whatever space was left, and Priscilla, being much closer to the average size of simple humanity, drove the automobile. Thanks to windows tinted with coal dust, we didn't even have to worry about the prying eyes of the uninitiated.

We were in good spirits even after the hours-long drive to my parents' domicile, and set out to make things as presentable as we could, which mainly involved uncovering the old furnishings and cleaning the house thoroughly. It has weathered the years remarkably well, and I already saw where I would put my own furniture and belongings.

All was ready when the movers arrived - me and Miss Blake well hidden, praying to the All-Mother things would go well, Priscilla waiting to direct the movers and dear Molly. And all went well... for a time. Box after box was carried into the foyer, and I grew much calmer, electing to read a book in my father's old study to while away the time until I could move freely once more. Only I didn't only grow calm, but also complacent.

How else could it be explained that I only noticed one of the movers approaching when he had already opened the door?

Oh, dear reader, the look on his face! The mixture of fear, surprise, lust! But alas, there was no arousal in the man to sink my mental claws into, make him want my body more than his mind wanted to flee. So he fled.

I knew instantly that, should he get away, at the worst our lifes would be forfeit, at the best we would be on the run. And I was not willing to give up the house of my parents this easily. So, for the first time, I used Shub-Niggurath's boons for something other than their intended purpose. In, I must admit, quite a panic.

"Nooo!" I yelled, utilizing my voice for the first time in days, only for the tentacles replacing my tongue to warp my every word into an inhuman shriek that echoed through the house. "Won't let you!"

Jumping up from the couch I had lounged on, I opened every mouth on my body, the human one as well as the three monstrous fanged ones in palms and stomach. Bounding after him, my long legs and liberal use of my tentacles ate up the lead the mover had gained while I had squeezed myself through the door of the study, and soon, the tentacles from my belly wrapped around his torso, his limbs, his mouth. But it was already too late.

His left hand clung to the door frame leading into the foyer, and his right was outstretched to his stunned colleagues, all of them staring at my frozen form towering behind him, tentacles projecting from demonic orifices and slithering ever tighter over his body. Oh, how glorious a sight it must have been! Glorious, that is, for the initiated. Said initiated, namely Priscilla and little Molly, were just as frozen as the rest of us, although staring at me with much more appreciation for the Blessings of the All-Mother.

The silence can't have lasted more than a few seconds, broken by the fearful scream of the youngest of the movers, and thus the true frenzy began. As they bounded towards the open entrance, Priscilla and Molly did their best to hamper them, catching the hem of their clothing, tripping them up, throwing smaller items after them. But, as should be expected, it was up to me to rectify my blunder.

"You'll all stay!" I roared, an otherworldly scream of rage to human ears. "Embrace the All-Mother!"

Still pulling the first of the movers inside me, I thundered forwards, utilizing every boon Shub-Niggurath had given me to catch the fleeing ones with the tendrils of Her love. It was, in fact, deceptively easy, my size alone making it child's play to catch up to them enough to entrap them in tentacles and pull them into my embrace, tie them up and finally swallow them whole with the fanged mouth splitting me from breast to groin.

Now I sit here, monstrously swollen belly filled with six adult males that were supposed to help us move and will now help us with so much more. The other members of my cult, my family, sit around me, and all of us are sure that the sudden disappearance of six people at once, easily tied to us, will have dire consequences. Although Molly, the poor dear, keeps casting furtive glances at my grotesquely distended midsection. I know how much she covets the fate of six undeserving uninitiated. As soon as they are born, Molly shall receive her own boons, should the All-Mother not see fit to bless the poor child directly.

Am I not Her avatar, able to dispense blessings as I see fit?

Of course, dear reader, such considerations are only a distraction from the question we face now. The movers will be counted as missing two days from now, and their last appointment was the country home were Shub-Niggurath's cult resides. I might not be able to give whoever comes looking for them the same treatment, carrying their immense weight within me, and just swallowing and turning everyone that comes in search of the missing men would not be feasible in any case.

Now, whoever reads this cannot answer it, but still I need to write down the question the answer to which decides the fate of the cult: What are we to do? I shall convene with Shub-Niggurath tonight and seek the wisdom of the All-Mother.