To the covenant

"Guards. Take my 'son' to the covenant, perhaps the nuns there can tame what I could not." she commands making my relation to her sound as if it was a foul word not fit for one as glorious as her. I feel the eyes of everyone in the throne room burning into me as I'm carried out between the two guards.

As we enter the hallway I try in between the dildo spear induced orgasm to try to get my bearings and seen where I am only to realize I don't recognize anything. To my surprise I watch a marble statue shift from depicting me suckling on her breast to a slightly more masculine version of me on the ground as she grinds her foot on my crotch. The golden plaque below reads "A Mother's Supremacy".

For a moment feel some reliefe at the sight of one of my college friends seeming to have been turned into a rather cute femboy at least until suddenly the world shift. Now his face is being pressed against a pillar as his barely changed mother is furiously pegging his boi-pussy, though I can't tell if it is her penis or merely a strap-on.

"How many times must I tell you. YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO CUM!" She snarls through barred teeth while not slowing down her ****. As we pass him I catch a glimpse of crossed eyed face plastered with a pleased smile. I am left wondering if he is enjoying this treatment and has been disobeying her to receive it.

I wince as we step out into the blinding sunlight as I blink away tears. Pass the guard in front I can see gone are the middle class neighborhood we should be in and instead is a city seemingly entirely made out of marble as we descend the hill. For a moment I see a marble statue depicting a femboy and himbo standing side by side before it changes. Replaced by the two males kneeling before a bimbo as they kiss her feet. A statue seems to depict a amazon cradling a femboy to her breast before it is suddenly replaced by the same amazon with the femboy over her knee her hand raised ready to spank his plump behind. At the base of the hill I am greeted to two golden statues depicting mother staring imperiously out into the town.

Initially as we make our way through the town I get a few confused glances and murmurs but by the time we make it halfway through the small town surrounding mommy's temple we have gathered a small group. Most of the group seem to be women though I spot a few men most seem to be femboys with a small spattering of himbos and a rare seem to be slightly masculine femboys. Catching a few whispers from the crowd I realize that my attempted betrayal of mommy must have spread by now. The sudden jolt of us coming to a stop causes me to moan pass the dildo in my mouth as the one in my as squeezes out a bitch-gasm.

The crowd seems to explode in anger at the sight of my supposed pleasure as a single petite bimbo storms forward pulling a man behind her. It clicks she starts to raise a hand that the woman is or was my neighbor an utter religious karen who was only overshadowed by her husband. But when her hand claps loudly on my right butt cheek I forget about her before I spray the road with my seed. The yelling reaches a fever pitch before apologizing the front guard pushes his way through the crowd. Each step seems to bring a slap or even a spit mostly from the women but a few from the men. By the time we escape the mob I feel as if I am covered in bruises, hand prints, and spit.

A few of the most zealous continue to follow me hurling mostly insults with "Betrayer", "Disobedient", and "Bitch" being the favored. But the few stragglers that follow seem to stop as we come into a park approaching a red stone building with a small collection of homes that look unchanged behind them. Though while the building itself looks simple and something that would be present before the door is a heavy stain glass door depict a heavily pregnant milf with a spray of milk seems to rain down upon femboys and a couple of himbos. The inside of the building is brightly lit by several chandlers and a number of padded wood benches stretch the sides of the hall.

With a practiced motion we come to a halt in the center. With an unceremonious pop the himbo guard in front of me pulls his spear out of my abused throat before letting me fall to the cold floor. I wince in pain though I feel as if the pain I felt should have been far more than it actually feels like. The guard behind me tilts his spear so that he is more pinning me to the ground and that thrust is enough to cause me to splurt onto the cold marble floor. Dazed I do not notice the himbo pulling a cord or even the ringing of a bell but I do notice someone yell.

"HOW DARE YOU SOIL OUR HOLY COVENANT WITH YOUR PRESENCE" comes a somewhat familiar voice and to my surprise the two himbo guards quickly kneel before casting their gazes at the floor.

"AND...BY THE GOD-MISTRESS DID THAT ONE SOIL IT WITH HIS WASTED SEED!" The voice continues as I prepare to be slapped or maybe kicked again but the foot steps and pain stop as another familiar voice joins in.

"Ida why are you yelling we have guests. This volume does not fit a mother-superior even IF two MEN have soiled our temple." the voice tries to calm down the angered woman. Risking a glance I pause seeing my first crush that wasn't mommy...wait....that doesn't seem right mommy wasn't my first childhood crush it was Claira...but..that can't be right I remember always loving mommy and....why did I try to betray her.

Claira seems to be exactly how I always remember her even though when I first met her she was my teacher and I was just another kid in her class. Her gentle smile is exactly how I remember her along with her orange hair in a large bun. Though looking at me from behind her black half-rim glasses her caring eyes are now more critical until she seems to recognize me. While her face seems unchanged her breasts which were large before are now massive and to my surprise I can see the hint of puffy nipples on the edge of her "clothes". While she was bottom heavy before she seems to have only became more so her hips are almost as wide as mommy but still short.

Her conservative clothes from my memory is gone replaced with a way to short piece of black cloth with an even smaller white cloth that just barely covers her breasts and only partially covers her puffy areolas and doesn't cover her very slight stomach bulge at all. The only clothes she seems to be wearing on her lower half is a heart shaped black cloth that seems to stretch under her and connect to the black cloth of her chest behind her. A pair of thigh socks cover her legs and end to expose her manicured toes. Despite the pain I'm feel and the fear I feel my dicklette start to harden and if it wasn't for the dildo holding me down I would be humping the ground.

"You are right mother Claira.......explain....before I have you three all held in the stockades for the monthly release." the first voice, Ida, says. To my surprise I also recognize her from my collage. She was an always kind plump old woman that was my advisor though she was a bit strict. Unlike Claira she seems to have changed quite a bit.

Nearly all he wrinkles are gone with the exception of a couple below her eyes. Her grey hair is now a light silver done in a small bun with the exception of a pair of chin length strands. Her once sagging modest breasts are now gargantuan and swooping. The piece of cloth covers only her nipples leaving her puffy areolas fully exposed. Her small gut is split at her belly button and her thighs are thick. But the biggest surprise is a modest bulge where the heart shaped piece of cloth rests.

"We....bring grim news. The Holy Mother was attacked-" the front most guard starts before being cut off by a gasp from Claira and Ida yelling.

"WHAT WHO WOULD DARE!" She demands as she stops as she plants a foot on his cock.

"BY John!" The man yells his voice and body shaking.

The two guards are forgotten as Ida glares at me her pale face turning a shade of red I didn't know was possible.

"TAKE HIM TO THE STOCKS HE'LL BE THE NEW RELIEF HOLE FOR THE SCHOOL!" She yells causing the guards to start to get up.

"Ida! Please calm....take a breath. Surely if the Holy Mother wanted him to be put in the stocks as a public relief she would have done so.

"I....yeah....maybe you're right." Ida stammers seeming to calm her self as the guards pause. "Maybe....we should reenroll him in school surely she is giving us another chance at succeeding in our failure."

"Or....maybe since we failed before in giving him an education any _Male _would receive she wants something more personal. I am sure I could set him back on the right path." Claira says coming to my rescue though saying Male like it was a curse.

"Hmmm....yes maybe if ONE of us were to teach him that would be better than just re-enrolling him." Ida contemplates as she seems to forget about me.