Kaitlyn has a visitor.

When Kaitlyn had finally caught her breath, she felt a change in the air around her. Everything seemed to stand still, and yet time marched on. The lights dimmed, and like before, she heard the feminine words of someone powerful.

"Do not be afraid, my child." said the mysterious voice.

"W-who are you? What are you?" Kaitlyn stuttered.

"I have been called many names. For now, you may call me Andri. And I am a god."

"A.... god?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Yes. One of many, in fact. And while many of the other gods take command over the seas, or the skies, or the beasts of the wild, it was I who helped shape humanity."

Kaitlyn's mind raced. A god? For real? Could this be true? Did humanity really owe itself to the voice in her head? It seemed impossible.

"I'm hallucinating. I'm going crazy." Kaitlyn thought.

"You're not hallucinating, and you're most certainly not crazy." the voice chimed in. "I did create some of the first humans. They were shaped to the most perfect design conceivable. But the other gods were displeased. They discarded me, labeled me and my followers heretics, and perverted my children, mutilating their bodies."

"So humans didn't always look like we do now? How did we look before?"

"See for yourself, young Kaitlyn."

And like that, a small mirror on the doctor's desk swung to face her, reflecting her curvaceous body.

"This is the true form of humanity. A more perfect form. Strong, healthy, and resilient. With both reproductive organs, the population could always bounce back from a crisis. And with such large mammary glands, they would always have a hefty milk supply in a time of crisis. Each person was beautiful, and they were to love one another."

Kaitlyn was shocked. While what she was hearing seemed absurd, it made some degree of sense. And she couldn't argue the reality of it, given her current condition.

"So why show yourself now? And why me?"

"For the longest time, I was buried like a shameful secret. I was isolated from the world, from the very people I helped to create. But then, my idol was found. I watched and listened careful before revealing myself. I realized that some day soon, I might find someone who could become my apostle, someone who could help me make things right. You."

"Me?"

"I looked into your mind, heart, and soul. You have always searched for meaning, for respect. What could possibly be a greater purpose than helping me?"

This entity was right. Kaitlyn was always **** for attention and glory. Now, it was all within her grasp. Who was she to refuse it?

"What would you have me do?"

"Show others the path. The people of Earth can yet be saved. You have the power to reshape them into their truest self. Let the milk of your kindness be the catalyst for their metamorphosis."

As the god spoke, her words grew faint. Her divine presence seemed to fade.

"Milk of my kindness? What do you-?"

"I'm sorry, Kaitlyn." Andri said, her voice growing more distant. "I am still weak, and can speak no more. Please, do as I have instructed and my strength may return! I believe-"

Andri was gone. The room returned to normal, the lights flickering back to full luminosity.

Kaitlyn sat in her chair, naked. If everything she just heard was true, then she needed act. She needed to spread the "milk of her kindness," whatever that meant.

She hid her ruined bra and panties in her purse and struggled to cover her new endowments. Her shirt, while tight and exposing her midriff, was serviceable. Her pants, on the other hand, were different story. The denim was tight on her thick thighs, and even tighter on her appendage.

After wrestling with it for a while, she was eventually able to snake her cock down a pant leg. The bulge was huge, but if she carried her purse at just the right level, it should've covered it enough.

Semi-decent and enlightened with her duty, Kaitlyn boxed up and grabbed Andri's idol, setting out into the world.