Well someone went to the effort of bringing you here might as well go in

You lift a hand and rap a knuckle on the door. You can hear someone shuffling inside and wonder if you made the best choice. After a few more seconds the door is opened and you are greeted by a woman in a low cut white and black see-through robe. Your eyes are immediately draw to the fact she is only wearing the see-though robe. Her chest was massive, easily the largest you had ever seen and almost as big as her head. You look to confirm that estimate and are greeted with blonde hair sporting some intricate golden threads woven throughout. The threads were matched by the golden makeup on her eyes and lips giving her a regal expression that she supported by her lowering her jaw without opening her lips. Her eyes were close and you realised her chest was so overt because she was pushing it out with a held breath.

You were right the first time, this is a brothel. The weird embarrassed feeling came back but vanished before you had a chance to think about it.

"Greetings Seeker." The woman breathed out as she opened her arms and bowed in a extravagant display to give you a view down her robe at her chest, which was considering it was see-through, was mostly pointless. "Please come inside." She stepped back and you stepped inside because she was basically naked and you weren't thinking all that well.

As you walked through the door the room came into view around her. There were several benches with gold coloured cushions to the left and right and to the end of the room a plinth with a bowl waiting on it and a similarly golden book to the left of it. The walls were draped with golden shaded drapes, actually the room in general had a gold theme, everything either was gold or had something golden on it.

On a bench close to the plinth two women were sitting quietly, that accounted for everyone you felt from outside. The pair weren't dressed in anything as revealing the woman who greeted you but you could only see the golden coloured back of their top, it was a brothel so the front was probably salacious.

You didn't know how brothels worked in this world so you guessed you were supposed to put your coins into the bowl then select a whore who would be waiting on a bench or one from the book, unless that was the ledger. The fact that there were only women her waiting for clients seemed odd. You'd have thought a brothel in this world would have men waiting for female clients, only having female whore out front seem like a poor business decision.

"Come we are about to start." The woman who greeted you rushed past and skipped to towards the bowl. Evidentially she was eager for some funds. Maybe only having women for clients was a poor business decision.

At that point you remembered you didn't have any money. You felt a little awkward just saying that so kept your mouth shut. Worse that can happen is they kick you out, and in the meantime you get to ogle an absurdly voluptuous woman.

Said woman reached the bowl and turned to very dramatically hold her arms up with her fingers spread. "Welcome mothers to this most holy place." That seemed like an odd opening for a brothel madam, surely she should have introduced you to the two women first. "We give thanks to the Mother of All for her gifts."

That tickled a memory in the same vein as that symbol on the door. You didn't recall having done any research into brothels but maybe you had and just forgotten it. The weird embarrassed feeling prickled your skin yet again. "What?" You asked it out loud since whatever was doing that clearly had access to your thought and you were getting sick of it.

"You're a man." The woman who had been speak said finally looking at you. The two seated woman spun staring intently at you. They had the same, if slightly less dramatic, golden make up as the speaker and looked about your age, they looked familiar which lead you to a worrying conclusion. Hopefully student at the academy won't share the fact you showed up to the brothel they worked at. You were surprised that, unlike the madam, their tits were not on display instead contained with golden dresses.

"Um, yeah." You answered slowly, students working at a brothel seemed a little far-fetched, reconsidering your conclusion about this being a brothel. "I don't have any money." You venture hoping that would tell you if this was a brothel or not.

"We don't take money." The student on the left said with a smile as she squinted at you. You'd absolutely see her before, but couldn't remember where in the academy. If it had just been passing they might not recognise you.

Her comment was not as helpful as you had been hoping. "Right." You said feeling very awkward and wondering if you should just ask if this was a brothel to save some time.

"I know you." The seated woman on the right said. So much for not be recognised. You looked at her realised the pair were either sisters or very closely related. They both had the same pixie face and hair cut but the one on the left was squinting at you.

"Yeah he looks familiar." The left one said. Her squinting was very focused so maybe she couldn't see you. Then it clicked. You remembered that squinting now. The two of them had been in the bathes last night with you and Vatarie. Hopefully they don't recognise you.

"What lead you here young man?" The voluptuous woman asked. You didn't answer since the question meant the three of them had no idea, which meant something else had made that pathway.

"Is he..." The younger woman on the left leaned over the whisper into her counter parts ear who's eyes got bigger and she whispered back so they remembered you as well, great. Well then hopefully nothing will happen worthy of gossip.

"I think I'll go." You said having enough of this weirdness. If whatever had brought you here had a reason for it, it clearly forgot to mention it to everyone present.

"N-no wait." The voluptuous woman scrambled out. It was a rather dramatic shift from her regal expression. You look at her expecting a very good explanation. "I know we're not a big sect but the church said they'd help fund us if we have enough members. And if I told them we have a man as a fresh member it would go a long way to helping us get established."

You blink a few times as the pieces all come together. "The Church of Nurture." You say it along to get some confirmation.

"Oh you know the Church, are you a member of another sect?" The what you now figure is the Priestess says looking a little hopeful.

"No, just read a book about you. I'm going to go." You say, feeling super uncomfortable about this situation. The feeling of weirdness returns but this time has a tinge of frustration. "Do you feel that?" You are getting sick of the feeling, and are hoping either they'll say no and, you get along with assuming you are going mad, or say yes, and can get away from whatever is causing it.

"That is our holy Mother presence." The Priestess said with a wide smile regaining some of her regal presence since you didn't just flee.

"Right." That wasn't helpful, could be a yes to the feeling, could be religious stuff. "Bye." You say turning to walk out the door.

"W-wait." The Priestess said, the regalness gone once again. You felt her rush over to you and turn around to stop her at the same moment she stepped into your personal space. Your face is suddenly very warm and soft as it is enveloped by her chest. Her arms reach up and start to stroke your biceps. You had no idea how but she even smelt like gold. "Are you sure there isn't some reason you could stay?"

"S-sure." You stammer out as she takes your hand and leads you further into the room, your head still firmly between her boobs. They were truly massive, her back must kill her. It took a stunning amount of willpower to not raise your hands to get a feel.

When she pulled you free the back of your knees hit a bench and you fell onto it. Before you have a chance to say or do anything the two pixie faced students appeared on either side of you and wrap their arms around you pressing their own, much smaller chest against you. And like that you are officially staying here. Fuck you hate being a teenager.

"You know men are just as valued in our Church as mothers, after all without men how could we have children?" The Priestess purred putting a finger on your chin to tilt it up to make you look into her face. She was looking extremely happy. "And if you officially join we can finally perform some of the rituals properly." The two women on either side of you giggle and the Priestess blushes, considering her attire it surprised you she is capable.

"Right." You say it again unable to really think of anything else to say.

"Lets get started." The Priestess had a spring to her step as she returned the bowl and raised her hands again. "Where was I?" She whispers to the two sandwiching you.

"Thanked the Mother of All for her gifts." The woman on your left whispered.

"Yes. We thank the Mother of All and ask she grant us visions." As the Priestess talks her eyes stay on you somewhat expectantly. "Grant us the power to see." She is still looking at you but you had no idea why, your knowledge of the Church of Nurture was limited to his history, it's, boarding on obsession, with gold, and a few rites and prayers that can't remember anymore. "Allow those present to behold your golden face and blue eyes." You did remember that. Supposedly the Mother of All had a habit of popping in to chat with her true believers. The description was always a golden woman with sapphire eyes, the face changes but the eyes stay the same, you don't recall why they were sapphire, seemed a weird contrast for the gold.

"Maybe you aren't saying it right?" The woman on your left said. You had noted that as the Priestess talk the two had paid you less attention and their chest weren't as firmly pressed against you. Maybe they were true believers.

The Priestess looked a little unsure and turned around to look at the bowl. You lifted your head to look into it. It had a few gold coins and a white liquid that you assumed was milk in it. "We have the coins and milk, the book doesn't say anything about anything else."

You couldn't help but feel the Priestess was being a little unprofessional. The younger woman on your left stood up and walked over. "Do you have enough? I can go and grab the bottle."

"It doesn't say how much we are supposed to use." The Priestess sounded a little depressed.

"We can try again tomorrow." The woman who was still holding you said, presumable because she knew if she left, you probably would as well. The three women looked very disappointed.

"What exactly were you trying to do?" You really shouldn't ask, without tits being in your face your head was clearing enough for you to not want to be here anymore.

"Summon the Mother of All." The Priestess says turning to face you and refilling your mind with boobs. "The book says an offering of gold and milk summons her."

With your eyes firmly occupied by the very large breasts in front of you you mutter. "Can I have a look." The offer got some excitement from the Priestess and she spins to grab the book off the table with the bowl and held it in front of your face pointing at a line. Not what you meant but oh well.

'To the Mother of All we offer gifts of gold, the milk of life and the faith of our beliefs. We beseach you grant us a vision of your radiance. Gift your Children with a vision of your bountiful radiance.'

You hadn't read this book before and as you finished the passage your formally unfulfilled and disregarded interest in this worlds religions was reignited. You reach up to take the book and the Priestess didn't object. You reread the passage and the passages before and after. The one before referenced the holiness of the creation of life and the one after talked about how belief is held in action not in words.

You flicked to the page before the passage but couldn't see anything that further enlightened you. "Where did you get this?" You asked running a finger over the lettering. It was hand written but the ink was, astonishingly, a shade of gold. Even the book cover was golden, though from the weight not actual gold. It made you recognise the amount of money on display in this room, even if not everything gold coloured was actual gold there was still a lot it.

"The Church gave it to me when I came here." The Priestess said a little sheepishly.

"Have you ever seen an actual Church ritual?" You feel like you were stumbling onto the reason for all her, non-grandiose moments.

"W-well, no." She sounded very embarrassed. "But they said the book explained everything."

You flicked through a few more pages. Unlike the book you had when your were younger this one was entirely focused on rites, prayers, events, and rituals. Right now it was doing a better job of keeping you here than the massive tits that were shaking slightly in shame at the top of your eye line.

"I don't know about this ritual but," you read through a few more at the start of the book, "this one looks a bit easier." You showed the Priestess the second page. Unlike the one she was attempting this one wasn't seeking divine inspiration instead, a simple incantation that if performed correctly would improve health of the congregation. You actually gave it a bit of credence as it held instruction of how to perform the magic, all-be-it wrapped up in religious contexts.

The Priestess took the book and read it aloud. "In the Mother's light the sorrows, anguishes and sufferings of her believers shall be lightened. The one who speak on her behalf shall breathe in their faith, and in their faith shall know those darkening tarnishes and when she releases her breath the darkness shall be bathed in light. For the Mother loves her Children and her Children shall live in her light."

"I wanted to meet the Mother." The woman who was still holding you complained.

"Yeah that sound boring." The other one said she was trying to look over the Priestess shouldn't but could see over her boobs.

Maybe the pair weren't as true believing as you'd thought.

"We can try it." The Priestess says. The two look at her but don't protest, returning to their positions on either side of you.

The Priestess closes her eyes, raises her arms and starts to recite the passage, occasionally having to glance at the book in her upheld hand for her next line. She uses a very official voice but you can see she doesn't embrace the magic part of it.

"I don't feel any different." The woman on your left complains. The one of your right agrees. "Are you sure you're like enough of a Priestess? Maybe you need to study or something?"

You feel really bad for the Priestess who shrinks into herself a little. It's not her fault she doesn't understand the passage. "I tried my best."

You stand up and gently take the book from her hands. "Have a seat." You swap your positions sitting her down between the other two. Holding the book looking at their seated forms you suddenly realise what you are about to do. You found the religion of this world a curiosity, actually joining in on a ritual seems a little much. You feel weird again but this time in a more positive way. You can't help but feel like you are playing into somethings hands but the hopeful look in the Priestess eyes, and her very exposed tits makes you proceed.

Hopefully this doesn't require you to use your own aura to work. As you breathe in you pull their auras towards your own. Based on the wording you figured their faith opens it up to be absorbed by you. Religion had a very real history in your world of directly impacting feelings and causing bursts of emotion. Why wouldn't it effect magic and aura here. Plus the passage seems to be a pretty clear indication of how the belief was created. Magic naturally healed you, providing your magic to someone else should improve the recovery, just by giving more resources to use. Before a firm understanding of magic arose, religion would provide an excellent rational, especially if openness to the transfer is a requirement. You'd thought about it but had never tried because it had never come up before.

As you recite the passage you pull the women's auras towards and into you. You get much more from the Priestess than the other two but do get some from the other two so it should work a bit. It feels weird. You'd looked at auras plenty and gotten ok at reading them but this was a totally different feeling. You could feel their feelings, the Priestess's hopeful devotion intermingled with worry and a fear she wasn't good enough. The student on her left had a more complex mixture of fear, hope, and exhaustion. The one on the Priestess's right felt kinda disinterested and you could tell she was here mostly for her sister and a little out of interest. Neither of the two were true believers as you'd first thought but for the purpose of the magic is shouldn't matter.

You finish the passage and breathe out and pushing their magic back to them. You figure that you are supposed to use your aura to push theirs back but since you aren't going to show your aura using your magic is your only option. You hope magic will be a functioning substitute but only use enough to return their auras no more to be safe. Thankfully it works so you are able to keep your aura concealed so you don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself, which in the circumstance is a little ironic.

When you finish returning their auras you are a little surprised that the took back their auras and a bit of your magic. Their aura's glow at the return so brightly it made your eyes water and you had to look away. "Well that was bright." You say blinking a few times and looking at the three from the corner of your eye as the glow fades. When it is gone you look back to the three women are staring at you with open mouths. "What?" You ask as you double check to make sure your aura is concealed. If after all this you had to run away to avoid religious based jeering at your shitty aura control you'd be miffed.

"I feel amazing." The Priestess says leaning forwards and back. "My back doesn't even tingle." It takes a moment before you figure it out. Her chest must be a problem for her back but her magic must have been constantly healing it, making it tingle. The healing ritual must have supercharged her natural processes. You didn't know how long it would last though.

The woman on her left was looking at her hand then at the wall then back at her hand no squinting required. She must have been short sighted, that explains the squinting, as a genetic condition her magic probably wouldn't had corrected it naturally. But with the supercharge it overrode the strictly natural process.

The one on the Priestess's right was feeling her chest. You had no idea what was going on with her.

"Guess it works." You say with a laugh. "Though it's just magic, the Mother of All didn..." You rethink telling these women who probably just had their beliefs confirmed or created that this had nothing to do with religion. Instead you offered the book back to the Priestess. "You need to feel your followers aura and pull it towards you as you breath in then push it back to them when you finish." You hope the explanation won't stress her beliefs but let her perform the ritual on her own. She can believe what she wants and if she learns this bit of magic she'll probable be able to help others.

She takes the book back from you then looks from it to you. "You're a man." Her expression of religious revelation is suddenly replaced with religious horror.

"Yes?" Her expression makes you wonder if people being burned at the stake happens in this world.

"B-but your a man." She repeats.

"It worked." The young woman on the left said as the one of her right agreed.

The Priestess shot upright. "Thank you for attending the Church we look forward to you coming back." The Priestess said as she walked to the door and opened it. "The Mother of All loves her Children." The sounded very mechanical.

You were very clearly being asked to fuck off so you hurriedly walked out the door. As you tried to put together what happened you remembered the first page of the book.

'The Mother's Daughters shall tend their follows as her Sons tend the fields.'

Men weren't supposed to perform religious rites. You could hazard a guess that reason came down to confirmation bias, men can't perform religious rites because men can't perform religious rites. That it worked when you did it and not when the Priestess did it could be causing a bit of an internal religious issue for her. Your mind went back to stakes and burning then threw in an inquisition, no one expects the Mother's inquisitions.

You start walking back the way you had come with a certain urgency to your steps.

As you leave you get the strongest weird feeling it. It was hard to internalise because it was a figurative feeling for the physical act of smacking your head repeated against the wall saying 'fucking' with each hit.