This choice: There is a further blessing • Go Back...Chapter #8There is a further blessing by: Yote   "There is one last gift before you are ready to lead my armies," spake the Goddess and to Edward's surprise she reaches her arms around him once again and begins to unbutton his shirt. Edwards trembles as she slowly pulls back his clothes to expose his slender, hairless chest. "Do thou remember the story of Saint Jezebel the Generous, Edward, and the feeding of the forty thousand."
Her fingertips touch his chest lightly and begin to start intricate spiral patterns over his skin. He swallows hard. "Of cc-ourse, o-oh Goddess," he stammers.
"Speak it to me."
Edward can barely focus. He thinks back to his schooling and the words of the Mother Superior. He begins to recite, "Ah-and it did come to puh-pass that Jezebel came unto the city of Jerash. And within Jerash she did find the townspeople starving, such that even the milk had dried in the mothers' breast."
Her fingertips were now circling his nipples. Edward feels an odd tightness there and looks down to see two small mounds begin to swell beneath her touch. Faithfully he continues to recite, "And Jezebel did part her robes, and draw the men and the women and the children unto her b-bosom. And she did say, 'Drink of my milk, for it is my body.' And the townspeople did drink and were made well."
The small buds have grown to such a size that they could be mistaken for anything but breasts, and generous ones at that. He can feel the weight of them pulling against his chest, though they do not sag, rather seem as perky as a maiden's yet as swollen as a mother's. His nipples stretch with the flesh, looking huge. The Holy Goddess begins to massage them, kneading her magic deep into the flesh. And even still they continue to grow.
"And unto Jezebel came all the men and the women and the children of Jerash, all forty thousand of them, and many who came back for seconds, and the bosom of Jezebel was as like a fountain, and the spirit of the Mother did fill their bellies and make them well. Such is the Blessing of the Holy Succor."
Edward places his hands on the stone lip of the font to steady himself, the heavy weight of his breasts dragging him forward.
"Very good. You have learned your scripture well," She croons, her voice soft and close in his ear. "Now you see how you are to lead my soldiers. For they say that an army marches upon its stomach. But in your case they will march on your chest!"
Edward can hardly believe his ears. "You want me to be a-a.... milk sow for an entire army?!"
"Not just your army," She says firmly. "For all who come seeking the Mother's milk must be granted it. Lest you incur my displeasure. Furthermore, I do not want it," the Goddess states haughtily. "I demand it!"
His strength finally gives out as the weight of the massive mammaries fighting for space on his narrow chest pulls him forward and down, headfirst into the font. He fights to pull himself to the surface, only to grab a sip of air before the water closes over his head again. Just as he is about to drown, he remembers his wings. With a single flap, he bursts from the water and lands chest-first in a soggy heap.
The Goddess is gone, the candles in the chapel extinguished. Dumbfounded he stares at his tits, crossing his arms beneath them to support them. The water runs from the impossibly smooth skin in beads and in an instant they are dry. The skin across his chest feels tight, swollen, like he could burst open. Tentatively he squeezes them. A droplet of golden mana forms and hangs from his nipple.
The thought of forty thousand grizzled, hardened soldiers suckling on them fills his mind. He utters a oath.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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