The Sisterhood
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Even now, in the midst of her first real… religious experience in so long, Joslin’s mind frequently traveled back to her highschool years. Back to the nicknames “Bessie”, “Jello Cups”, and “Milkmaid”. She’d spent four long, arduous years being bullied simply because she was an early bloomer, and a big one at that. The girl’s impressive chest had earned her nothing more than scorn and mockery from her peers, Monday through Friday, every class she went to. Her teachers never truly helped either, much to her frustration and sorrow. Many of the men spent most lectures with their eyes unapologetically glued to her torso like creeps, and most of the women had the same thinly veiled jealousy as the other female students.
 
At least, jealousy was what her mother insisted it all was. The woman had too been blessed, or cursed, depending on how they looked at it, but even she had nothing on her daughter, and regardless of her good intentions, her jokes about being likewise envious only pushed Joslin into more self awareness about her genetic quirk.
 
 
One day in particular kept forcing its way back into her thoughts. She recalled locking herself into a broom closet, pulling her knees up close to her chest pillows while sitting on the floor, and simply crying her way through second period. Anna Stevens, that… cruel bitch, had embarrassed her in front of the entire class with nothing but a water bottle. “Looks like a double G size, boys. Take a picture before it dries~” Those words rang in her ears for a week afterwards…
 
The religious congregation her family frequented on Sundays provided the girl some comfort. Some individual purpose other than for her body, but even there she occasionally felt the awkward glance in her direction. They weren’t ostracizing her. They didn’t hate her, but even the devotees couldn’t help but take notice of her monstrous bosom. They couldn’t help but see her for her body, rather than respect her entirely as just another sister.
 
She hated her chest. She hated the fact that it was the most defining thing people saw in her. Not for her personality. Not for her intelligence. Not for her personal interests. She was only the busty girl in everyone’s eyes. The mutant to her fellow highschoolers, the conversation piece to her family, and the temptation to her fellow churchgoers. College had only been moderately better. A slightly larger percentage of the students at least… tried to be adults. The amount of times men had hit on her for her topheaviness continued to leave a bad taste in her mouth however, and she found herself increasingly positive that she didn’t like men in time. Still, she couldn’t muster the courage to seek out other women either. Not after the way other girls had unceasingly taunted her back at Kingsport High. The poor girl was at wit's end, and despite her fear of going under the knife, she was genuinely considering getting a reduction, finally.
 
 
That was… until one fateful day. Two young women, not much older than she was, stood patiently and expectantly at her door for some five minutes, only having rang the bell once. Joslin wasn't quite sure why she'd even given them the time of day. It had been years since she'd been to church, but she still had all her little religious icons strewn about her apartment. She was somewhere in limbo between religious and secular in her life, and ordinarily she would have groaned in frustration at an attempt by either side to lasso her fully to their camp. Maybe… she was just a little lonely.
 
 
Much to Joslin's pleasant surprise, the women didn't seem put off by her ample proportions right away. In fact they seemed utterly enamored, though they gave every attempt to be professional and polite. They announced themselves as being part of a group known as “The Sisterhood of the Forbidden Fruit”. Apparently they'd believed that common religion had lied to the world for eons. They were fervent on their assertion that Adam had not been created first. Instead, Goddess had introduced Eve into the world first, and man was only created much later to provide menial labor for her. Man had stolen woman's place at the top of society. They professed that sapphic love was the purest, most original intent for intimacy by the creator, and that it was indeed a form of worship.
 
 
To Joslin, it seemed like little more than an excuse to indulge in as much carnality as possible and yet… something about the way these women carried themselves spoke to her. They respected her. Her ponderous chest didn't make her a freak to them, and while… in a very overt way, it did somewhat turn her into a sexual object like the men at her campus, it also made her feel… special. Her breasts made her a symbol of womanhood to them. An image of the perfect form. She felt as though they saw her as something very, very special.
 
 
As much as Joslin wanted to laugh the evangelists out, she also thought to herself just how nice it was to be appreciated like this. What was the harm in indulging them for one sermon? A bit more of this sort of attention would be… nice.
 
 
And that was how she ended up here, in this scarlet temple, surrounded by several dozen women while another, dressed in some bizarre combination of a nun's habit and a revealing swimsuit stood at a podium, preaching about offerings of all mundane things. The temple's architecture was a strange, yet intriguing combination of classical middle eastern and oriental design. Exotic, yet also modern in all the ways that mattered. If nothing else, it was stimulating to be in a place so full of eager, mostly like-minded individuals. For once, Joslin didn't mind the odd glance her body earned her. She felt… admired, rather than judged or mocked.
 
 
When the service had finally ended, she was approached by several congregation veterans, who paid a sort of obeissant delight to her. Never quite pushing the boundaries too far, yet. Joslin couldn't deny that she could get used to this. One or two more visits wouldn't hurt… or three or four…
 
 
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Before the girl had even realized it, she'd been a regular for all of two months in the congregation. Never once did the loving glances from the other devotees stop. In fact, she'd been approached on more than one occasion by the temple's presbyter, or the Allmother, as Joslin had come to know she was called. Joslin had never seen the woman in any attire other than her… religious garb, which left very, very little to the imagination. The girl couldn't help but let her eyes wander from time to time, and honestly… it seemed like this kind of behavior was perfectly acceptable. Encouraged even. Though it was some time before she was comfortable with such rites as compared to what she'd grown up with. Nonetheless it was decidedly… liberating to know she wouldn't be judged, and it seemed today would be another opportunity to… eat the eye candy.
 
 
“Joslin dear~ How lovely to see you in our temple one more time.” The woman's voice was femininely deep, yet melodious. She always sounded recognizably different than when she was up on the altar, preaching. No matter how many times Joslin spoke to her, it was surprising to hear her in a slightly less formal tone.
 
 
“Well…” Joslin paused, unsure if she wanted to take the next leap. There was undoubtedly an unspoken pressure being exerted on her. She knew how this song and dance went. Still, she couldn't bring herself to endanger what she had going here. The theme of love, particularly for the female form, which she was immensely blessed with… was something she craved intensely. She'd never received it quite so thoroughly as she did here. “I suppose there's something that keeps pulling me back.” she joked in an amiable tone.
 
 
“Something? Or… someone?” The Allmother stepped forward, unmistakable sensuality more than visible in that little movement alone. “Or… some… people? All of the above?” She reached up to hover a hand over Joslin's chest.
 
 
“W-well… I…” Though the woman waited to see if the girl would stop her, Joslin still couldn't help but feel like a new line was being crossed here. Everyone had always kept a respectable distance thus far but… they'd never… touched her. Still, she didn't stop the preacher. In fact, as she took a deep breath of surprise, her bosom only stretched forward, into the hand as if of its own accord. “I have been thinking… You've all been… s-so nice to me and…”
 
 
The Allmother's delicate fingers slowly slid over Joslin's still-covered breast. “Love is the creator's one true language dear…” she said breathily. “There's so much we could all talk about… with you. Such lovely conversations…”
 
 
Joslin's heart skipped a beat. Did she want this? Was she ready for it? How had she gone from back-of-the-church to being… prayed over so suddenly? So fervently…
 
 
No… Yes… She wanted it but she just wasn't ready. It wasn't time for her to take this next step yet. She stepped back apprehensively, but the woman persisted, keeping step and holding close to Joslin's chest. Admiring it. Worshiping it. It was only when Joslin slowly lifted her arm to pull the woman's hand away that the Allmother finally stopped.
 
 
“Oh. I'm sorry dear. Did I… go to far?” asked the holy woman.”
 
 
“N-no… I… I don't know. I need to think…” Joslin's head spun chaotically, like a tornado at the equator. That treatment had felt… good. Amazing even. She simply wasn't prepared.
 
 
“Of course child. Of course…” The priestess smiled patiently, letting her air of lust vanish in an almost disturbingly professional instant. “I apologize and hope you can forgive me.”
 
 
“O-oh… It's not you. I just… This is so different from… how I grew up and…”
 
 
The priestess nodded. “You need to develop your own convictions. I understand.”
 
 
Joslin nodded in turn. “I… I guess I'll see you… a-another time then.” she replied. “Umm… have… a good one…”
 
 
With that she quickly turned heel, making for the front door in an awkwardly fast gait. The poor girl's imagination dominated her thoughts for the entire drive home. What had she missed? Was the Allmother's body exactly as her form fitting attire suggested? Or perhaps she held a surprise under that thin fabric? What if she was cutely freckled across her breasts? The moment Joslin arrived at her apartment, she couldn't help but shed her clothes and jump into her shower for a bit of emergency… release. Never before had alone time been such a relief for her. Never before had it felt so vital to her sanity. Her fingers felt heavenly sliding over her womanhood yes, but even more stimulating was the way she pressed her torso into the wall, as hot, steamy water slid between herself and the tiled surface.
 
 
Joslin wasn't sure why, but her imagination transported her to some sort of religious reliquary. Her mind's eye saw herself in an undercroft of the temple, squeezed tightly into a transparent box. Her chest was carefully held up, and flattened against a glass surface, as though she were some holy artifact to be preserved for all to see indefinitely. The priestess had said she was blessed bodily. It was only fair that she be shared with the others… right?
 
 
Next, her thoughts conjured up a crowd of pilgrims, coming hundreds or even thousands of miles to see her. No matter how humiliating it should have been, the thought of all that attention on her breasts drove her wild, and she only squeezed her chest between herself and the wall all the more. She let out a romantic sigh. Suppose… those who were faithful enough would be given the opportunity to touch her. The Allmother's hand was so certain earlier. Just though thought of being fondled by a large group was… overwhelming. In an instant, her hand snapped from between her legs up to her trapped breasts, and she began to squeeze and hold herself like never before. How had she never discovered this about herself before? This was infinitely more satisfying than even her lady lips. A whole new layer of pleasure.
 
 
It only took her a few minutes of this treatment to collapse in climax, feeling the water run over her curves as she recovered. She was certain she could have gone for another hour, but this particular orgasm had taken so much from her, that within minutes she was making for her bed, exhausted…but satisfied. Oh… but she wanted more. So much more… She just didn't know how much, for now…
 
 
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Joslin kept to her apartment and her classes for the next month, never once darkening the doors of the temple in that time. Many of the other women on campus continued their merciless teasing, and many of the men kept with their ceaseless advances. Joslin couldn't be bothered these times however. Her mind kept traveling back to that beautiful preacher… and how specia she seemed to think she was. Maybe… but no… but maybe… she really was blessed by some feminine goddess. What if she did have a higher, sensual calling? It definitely felt rewarding to think that way, but what if they were only using her? Just like men wanted to?
 
 
Day after unrewarding day, she went to class. She studied the overpriced textbooks and avoided falling asleep in the boring lectures. The others continued their jeers, but Joslin just wasn't as deterred by them anymore. If anything out reinforced just how specially unique she was. Her mother was right. They were jealous. The smart women could appreciate how much her titties deserved recognition…
 
 
Finally, after weeks of ignoring what her soul was telling her, Joslin confessed to herself how foolish it had been to just… abandon the fulfilling appreciation the temple had given her. Why did she stop attending? Because common culture said what the Allmother did was too open? Too forward? Too taboo? Hogwash. Joslin had felt love in physical form that day. Only a taste of what could've been. Only a speck of what she deserved. They'd welcome her back right? These were women who knew what mattered in life.
 
 
And just like that… the girl stood up in the middle of another biology lesson, and without another word, left the classroom. Joslin was self assured enough in her conviction now that… she was certain each of the students could see something different about her as she walked the hallways. She almost pitied the men that she passed. Such lesser beings. They could look, but not touch her sacred form.
 
 
Joslin practiced the explanation she'd give for being absent during the entire drive. She had nothing to fear or be ashamed of, right? This was her own personal journey of discovery. She'd taken a big step towards her final enlightenment.
 
 
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The temple stood just below the slowly setting sun as she arrived, its scarlet walls somehow made all the more vibrant in the day’s last light. Joslin had been confident in what she was doing for the whole drive, but now that she was here a wave of nauseating doubt crashed over her. It was just a cult. A painfully transparent sex cult even. She hadn’t really thought about giving up her education on a whim for this?
 
Still… she’d come this far. With a heavy sigh, she slammed the car door behind her and made her way up the pavement to the ornate, middle eastern styled doors, under the more oriental architecture of the steeple. She’d never come to this place on a Friday before, but the Allmother had said the doors would be open every day. She practically lived here, and the rest of the congregation seemed to corroborate that story.
 
Something seemed off from the moment she entered the crimson foyer. Not wrong. Simply… distant. A faint, traditional music could be heard ringing from the altar room, though Joslin couldn’t exactly place what tradition it was. The tune was mainly carried by some sort of stringed instrument and rhythm by metal percussion. It was certainly passionate, but inconsistent for some reason.
 
That reason became readily apparent as the girl worked up the courage to push the next doors open. There, atop the steps was the Allmother, her robe, habit, and leotard discarded to the side. The mature form of the woman was alight with luminescent paint, and she stood there in front of a very small gathering of the most faithful, as the band stood before her to play. It wasn’t all that uncommon for the woman to sway unapologetically before them, which explained the frequent lulls in tempo as the musicians were distracted. Most of the woman’s dance seemed to emphasize her own, well developed breasts in a way that was utterly hypnotizing to any and all present. She would frequently squeeze both tightly between her hands, keeping her nipples just out of sight for several agonizing moments, before with a single motion she would thrust them out again as if to throw them to her followers. This, combined with her talented hip sway which bobbed to every riff perfectly, even as they faltered now and again, gave her the air of an almost mythical creature of lust. There was no mistaking that she’d seen Joslin enter, but was far too enraptured with her… worship… to act. She had both herself, and everyone present in a complete trance.
 
Of course Joslin knew that sensuality was a large portion of the sisterhood’s belief, but before now she’d only attended on the much… safer weekends. The days that curious passersby might enter. It was one thing to hear about the group’s more… fervent activities, and another thing entirely to bare witness to them. For all she’d quietly scoffed at the mention of traditions like this before… she simply couldn’t deny… how this… could be… a religious experience…
 
Joslin shifted her way to one of the seats in the back. Despite her best efforts, there was no reasonable way she could have silently entered the altar room. As shy as it made her to think, someone of her… dimensions would have been quickly noticed in the crowd, and the fact that there were much fewer people here than there could have been only made it that much easier to pick her out. In her earlier visits, she’d been told at length by clergy and average sisters, that she had a truly blessed body. That she had a… higher calling. The way the Allmother had spoken to her last time, it was more than obvious that the temple wanted her to be far more than just an initiate.
 
The girl’s choice of seat did make it a bit more difficult to watch the service, but that didn’t stop her imagination from filling in the blanks of what was going on up there. She’d always been able to make out the Allmother’s tantalizing shape beforehand, but catching glimpses of her nude form beforehand placed everything in an entirely new light. Truly, Joslin imagined she herself was the only woman here who might have had a more… fruitful chest.
 
 
Fortunately, or unfortunately considering how bashful Joslin was feeling at the moment, her experience wasn’t relegated to her mind’s eye for long. Soon enough the Allmother proceeded to walk through the aisles, offering salient “blessings” to any and all present. Minutes later, the priestess was sauntering between the seats to Joslin’s position, her matronly hips bobbing with a mesmerizing come-hither motion. Still, Joslin was mostly engaged with the woman’s bountiful breasts, watching intensely as they bounced unhindered from side to side. The girl had come to terms, finally, with her own ample proportions, and was more certain than ever that she preferred her fellow sisters to men now, but this was the first time she’d ever even considered just how beautiful another woman’s breasts could really be.
 
Just how… soft…
 
 
Just how warm…
 
 
Joslin’s thoughts quickly melted away. The priestess didn’t seem content to simply grace her hands momentarily. Instead, the Allmother climbed up onto the pew, spread her legs wide across Joslin’s lap, and pressed her breasts directly into Joslin’s own chest. Before the girl could even react, the priestess had begun to gently slide the four fruit together. Up, and down, then circling around Joslin’s nipples. Even through her shirt the girl could point out every bump in the Allmother’s areolae. She could feel just where the tip of the woman’s teats were pressing the most.
 
“I-I… I…” Joslin’s vocabulary floundered. She could only manage to breathe deeply under the woman’s sensual assault.
 
“Shhh…” The allmother placed a finger to the girl’s lips. “I’m happy to see you again, my child…” She inched forward on the girl’s lap, and placed her free hand at the hem of Joslin’s collar, wordlessly asking permission before going further.
 
Joslin simply nodded. She wouldn’t dare make the same mistake she did last time.
 
With that, the Allmother gave a gentle, but decisive tug at Joslin’s clothes, freeing a breast before continuing her contact.
 
If it felt amazing before, this contact now was absolutely rapturous, and Joslin couldn’t help but throw her head back in ecstasy.
 
“I knew you would be back dear…” the priestess continued. “ You have a calling~ A blessing only one such as yourself can give to your fellow women…”
 
“I-I do?” Joslin’s voice cracked. By now all of the other worshippers were watching intently. There was no jealousy in their eyes. Only blissful focus.
 
The Allmother’s hand then proceeded to liberate Joslin’s other breast, smiling strangely intensely. “Mhhh, yes my child… So much… to give.” She then wrapped her lips around one of Joslin’s teats, moaning softly. “But of course… there is still much for you to learn beforehand… if you’ll allow me to teach.” she said, pulling her lips off with a satisfying pop. She then leaned back, giving Joslin a bit of space, and staring deep into the girl’s soul with a combination of bedroom, and reverent eyes.
 
Joslin, for her part, was once again utterly mind-flayed. She felt like she should be embarrassed at the attention. She imagined just how violated she would have felt if this had been a man accosting her. Now though… all she was experiencing was overwhelming bliss…
 
 
“I w-want to l-learn…” The words left her lips like timid critters scanning the horizon for predators, then darting out. Each syllable tentatively stuttered out, then finally emerged rapidly. The statement was only met with cheers of adulation from the nearby congregation, and a swell of music from the players. Initially, Josling wanted all the attention to vanish. She wasn’t used to being praised for her sensual body, but it also felt… good. Even if somewhere in the back of her mind was the fear that this was all just poppycock, she wanted more. “What… sh-should I do?”
 
The allmother continued to smile, then gently cupped Joslin’s chin to lift it. “Mhhh… Return to me on Thursdays for private lessons. We’ll study ancient texts and dances, and then… when you’re ready… we’ll fully initiate you with a grand feast and celebration. Another, like you, but further in her lessons will be there. We’ll be celebrating her ascension as well~”
 
Joslin swooned uncontrollably, once again only nodding in acquiescence. She was a bit sad to see the priestess then slowly pull away from her, but it was only fair. After all, there were others here who also craved a blessing of their own. She simply watched in her own quiet respect, as the service continued, and when it was all over, quietly left for her car.
 
 
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Though initially she wasn’t sure what had changed internally, Joslin obediently returned at the middle of every week. The Allmother’s lessons were rigorous yet… rewarding, in a way only this temple could provide. There were lectures on the sacredness of the female form. What exactly each body part provided to the soul, as well as on how best to apply the magic they gave.
 
 
Before Joslin could even truly realize what was happening, she had been utterly, and completely indoctrinated by the sisterhood’s dubious morals and alien traditions. The girl found herself unable to make it through a single day without her thoughts traveling to the temple. To her mistress and mentor’s tantalizing body. Indeed she found herself living only for her studies in time. Every moment that she was away felt hollow and meaningless.
 
It was easy to lose count of exactly how many services Joslin had attended. When the Allmother felt she was ready, she was introduced to her… upperclassman. A woman she’d been told was only a few years older than her.
 
Like many times before, Joslin had been lovingly ushered into the temple’s undercroft for her lesson. The stairs dropped to a mildly nippy, long hallway, hewn from the solid stone beneath the structure. Joslin was well acquainted with the bas relief imagery of women standing tall above the rest of society, often depicted in some matronly activity such as breastfeeding, or otherwise engaged in more… carnal duties. The dim candle glow of the chandeliers which hung only inches above her height, were familiar and comforting now. This time however there was a hint of anxiety in the back of her mind. Not fear, per se. More a sensation of uncertainty. The Allmother had been like a mother to her recently, but up to this point she’d never been allowed to see the other deeply involved initiates. It was both exciting and nerve wracking. Should she be reverent? Friendly?
 
Noting Joslin’s concern, the Allmother gave her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, before pointing her to a door on the far side of the hallway.
 
Joslin simply nodded understandingly, before making the trek herself and trepidatiously opening the darkened oak wood door. Upon pulling its heft to the side, she was greeted to the sight of one of her old highschool classmates. Bernadette Schroeder. Both women, now years from their last, childish interaction, could only stare in awkward shock at one another. The once athletic blonde had been a part of her bully’s crew during two of those four tormentful years, and what’s more, was at one time a frequent churchgoer in the same congregation as Joslin’s family. What was she doing here, fully nude, with her form filled out much more fully than she’d been when she was a youth. Though her body might have been more… curvaceous, Joslin could never forget that face.
 
“J-Joslin?” Bernadette seemed just as paralyzed as Joslin was, set in this quaint, if medieval study room. She sat up, letting her newly rounded more amateurishly painted breasts bob slightly as she did, and nervously approached her sister in faith. “Is that… you?” Even with her growth, Joslin’s own motherly chest was unmistakably more gargantuan, and Bernadette’s eyes couldn’t help but lock onto them. Joslin instinctively braced herself for a round of taunting, but it didn’t come. “Is that… really you?”
 
Joslin only nodded.
 
“Oh… by the Goddess Joslin… I’m so… so sorry for the way I treated you. I was… foolish… and young. Desperate to fit in back then. I hadn’t learned what a blessed individual you were then.”
 
Truthfully, no matter how much Joslin wanted to be angry, and perhaps even a bit vengeful, she simply couldn’t manage it. She’d never heard Bernadette be quite so… genuine. It was easy to tell in her tone that she was very much a different person now. “I… It’s okay.” The words parted her lips before she could actually construct a sentence. “We were… stupid teenagers right? Everything was emotion.” With that she gave a slight chuckle, and approached her very embarrassed, very nude former classmate. “Sh-should we… like…” She held her arms open, feeling a certain excitement build up in her body.
 
“I-if you’ll have me.” Bernadette two opened her arms. The two met in the doorway, pressing their bodies tightly up against one another. “Th-the texts say that… love… burns infinitely hotter than… than bitterness.” she offered, trying and failing to sound… spiritual.
 
Joslin didn’t look back, but she could feel the Allmother’s approving eyes behind them. A sort of… elated aura emanated from the woman. “Th-that’s true… Sh-should we?” She slowly walked forward, leading Bernadette towards the plain bed that occupied the room.
 
Neither young woman was certain when exactly the priestess had stepped forward to close the door, or really why. Privacy wasn’t exactly a tenet of the sisterhood’s teachings. Nonetheless… they were grateful for the opportunity to… express their forgiveness more… clandestinely all the same. It wasn’t long before Joslin’s own clothes were kicked to the corner, and the two were left to feel each other’s warmth more directly.
 
 
Bernadette had truly grown since joining the church, though this close together, Joslin’s udders were still large enough to partially envelop those of her old bully. The sensation of their teats flicking against one another was… absolutely a religious experience for both of them, and both instinctively wrapped their arms around one another to intensify that sensation as much as possible.
 
 
Their connection caused Bernadette's half painted design to spread and daub between both of them, but neither could bring themselves to care. Right now the only thing that mattered to both was their apologetic connection. Soon enough both were a mess of paint, sweat, and raw desire. This was what the creator wanted more from her creation, surely. Love, estrogen and dopamine, and adoration. The temporary loss of a traditional rune pattern was a minor trespass compared to the holiness of their connection.
 
 
Joslin was the first to offer a kiss, initially on Bernadette’s cheek, but it wasn’t long until her lips slid along Bernadette’s smooth, warm cheeks to meet Bernadette’s own. It was beautiful. Connected like this. Touching each other. Feeling each other. When Joslin pulled away, her mouth was smeared with the fresh, glowing paint that the other woman had painted her mouth with, seemingly just minutes before. To say it was delightful was an understatement. They were sharing something sacred. Bernadette reciprocated the peck moments later, with a series of faster, much more animalistic connections that left blue spots all over Joslin’s face.
 
 
Joslin’s hands then blindly found their way to Bernadette’s backside, giving a mild squeeze to experience its new volume. This was heavenly. Forgiveness was indeed holy. Perfectly enrapturing. She wanted to feel more of this woman, and she wanted Bernadette to feel more of her…
 
 
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And… feel more they did. As well as experiencing more of each other, seeking more of each other, and adoring more of each other. It wasn’t long until Joslin had completely forgotten her less savory past with the woman. Bernadette was her sister now. In a spiritual sense as well as… as close to a literal sense as possible. They may not have been born by the same parent, but as time went by, they simply couldn’t imagine spending time apart.
 
 
After weeks and then months of practice, both girls found producing the paint, which was to become instrumental to a rite Bernadette had been training for, second nature. The mixture's distinctive glow came from an emulsification of bioluminescent algae that was surprisingly bright, and a common solvent. It wasn't long before Bernadette became much more skilled at applying the paints to her body. In fact, finding the perfect mixture of dye, algae, and adhesive quickly became second nature. Eventually to the point that when Joslin would call on her for… a moment's delight, there was no longer any fear of her runic patterns smearing. This was much to the delight of the Allmother, whom Joslin would frequently catch eyeing both of them up like she was watching a crop come to fruition.
 
 
The two spent easily an hour a day reading the sisterhood's scriptures, before spending twice as long enjoying each other's company. Joslin had never been so close to someone in her life. It was… in a single word, perfect. As time went on, Bernadette also continued to stress how, very soon, Joslin would be able to enjoy her company in a newly intimate and permanent way. She remained cryptic about exactly how this would happen however, and Joslin could sense a conflicting cocktail of nervous trepidation and eager excitement within her when she would describe it. Still, the two enjoyed their time together with every fiber of their being until the day of Bernadette's much practiced rite…
 
 
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Joslin arrived at the temple that day, to a surprisingly small number of vehicles in the lot. She'd been told that the evening's service was reserved for only the most devout, and that she should come after fasting for two days, if only to improve her appetite, not to let the celebration’s feast go to waste.
 
 
There was a certain weight to the door as she pushed it open this time. The air was heavy with expectation. Initially, Joslin could hear voices as she approached the banquet hall, but the moment she approached the second door, everything went quiet. Were they expecting her? Had she done something wrong?
 
 
The door opened slowly to what looked at first glance like a sort of… miniature chapel. The room boasted a vaulted wooden ceiling over a classically stone tiled floor which carried a medieval town center atmosphere. This was a place to enjoy fellowship, away from the trappings of modernism.
 
 
And right now, it was also a place to eat. At the center of the floor was a long oaken table, around which the faithful few had already gathered. Atop the table sat a single, covered silver platter, from which an enrapturing scent currently wafted to her nose like a possessing spirit. It practically commanded her to step forward, as if she had no choice.
 
 
“Ah~ There she is. I told you she would be here, silly girl.” The Allmother's voice was, strangely, directed not at any one gatherer, but instead directly at the table.
 
 
This confused Joslin, who'd made her way to sit directly in front of the platter. The others had parted to make this the first seat easily accessible to her.
 
 
“Now, we can enjoy dear Bernadette's ascension ceremony in earnest.” With that, the priestess slowly lifted the cloche, letting the steam hiss away from underneath.
 
 
When it all finally cleared, Joslin was struck with a sight that… at any other, less devout point in her life, might have been horrifying. There, sitting atop the long, rectangular, silver plate, was Benadette's reddened, roasted form, carefully posed with her arms and legs tucked underneath her, not unlike a wild boar who'd been trapped and made into a meal. Benadette's orange gagged face didn't bare the look of stillness, or fear that one might expect however. The girl's eyes slowly looked to the side to meet with her friend's, and all Joslin could read in them was pure bliss.
 
 
“I-is she?” Joslin didn't even have to finish her sentence before her question was answered.
 
 
“No she isn't child. Not fully.” The Allmother's face was warm yet also stern. “And when she is, it will only because she's gone to meet the goddess, after sharing her feminine spirit with our bodies.”
 
 
“Did she?”
 
 
“Yes. She did. She couldn't wait to have this experience with you, and keeping it a surprise was agony for her.”
 
 
Joslin licked her lips. Some part of her felt guilty for this, but… by now the girl was utterly and thoroughly indoctrinated. Anything the Allmother said was gospel. There was no other possibility in her mind.
 
 
“Will she…”
 
 
“Absolutely… The temple has perfected the art of live cooking. She'll be absolutely delectable. She wanted to experience this…” With that, the woman slowly leaned forward, grabbing a fork and knife from off the table. She then, daintily pierced the devoted girl's pert, fattened rear, and proceeded to gradually carve a generous portion from the moaning sacrifice's body.
 
 
With a hearty plop, she then dropped the pork chop onto a nearby plate, a mischievous grin crossing her face. Finally she slid the plate and the appropriate utensils in front of Joslin's uncharacteristically eager face.
 
 
Joslin dug into the offering with nervous excitement. The social norm that this was all taboo still hung around somewhere in her consciousness, slowing her only slightly. The girl simply moaned in satisfaction the moment the meat touched her lips.
 
 
“Mhhh… Will I?”
 
 
The Allmother smiled, toothy and predatory. “If you wish~ Someday~”
 
 
—
 
 
That day continued to live in Joslin's mind, utterly rent free as it were. While some part of her did indeed miss Bernadette, the other, spiritual part convinced herself that she was always with her. Bernadette had become a part of her, in as literal a sense as possible. What truly remained firmly planted in Joslin's memories however was the look of utter bliss on her friend's face, even as she was devoured, right up until the very end. How could it be that enthralling? That amazing? Joslin couldn't help but be enamored with thoughts of what it might feel like. Both when she was studying… and when she was home.
 
 
That would be a major step. Was she ready for it? What if she wanted to do other things first? Would she see Bernadette on the other side? Don't be silly. Of course she would…
 
 
Once again days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. Time kept moving forward, regardless of how conflicted the girl was. She continued to observe temple attendance, pay her offerings, and dream of having all that attention levied on her, some day…
 
 
—
 
 
“Something troubling you dear?” the Allmother asked a very, uncharacteristically unstudious Joslin in the undercroft.
 
 
“O-oh… I was just… thinking.” came the girl's awkward reply.”
 
 
“Of?”
 
 
Joslin squirmed in place for a moment. She'd rehearsed how to approach this countless times before in the mirror, but actually making the jump was another thing altogether, it was… the very definition of a “life-changing” decision. Committing to it would be permanent, to say the least.
 
 
The next words slowly creeped out of her mouth, breathily and quiet, but also sensual. Perhaps it was time to let the cravings of the body take control, as the scriptures said. “I want…t-to ascend… Allmother…”
 
 
There was a contemplative pause. A moment of unbearable silence, before the priestess grinned. “If you're ready to say that, then you're ready to ascend, child.” she simply responded. “Gather any things important to you, and meet me near the chamber of preparation tonight…”
 
 
Joslin nodded. There was no need for further discussion. Only faith. Slowly she stood up, and made her way back to her car.
 
 
A few changes of clothes. Her phone… Of course she needed her favorite teddy bear. Joslin made sure to cancel her tenancy at the apartment complex, and clean up what was left of her student loan. Soon enough Joslin's car was full up in the back seat, and only minutes later, it was all on its way back to the temple. Back to her new, and final home.
 
 
—
 
 
The following weeks were surprisingly grueling. The Allmother's lectures were infinitely more intense than they'd ever been before. Much like Benadette, Joslin was not allowed to wear an ounce of clothing while at the temple, which was the vast majority of her remaining time. Learning to mix and apply the paints was… surprisingly easy however. Perhaps Joslin had an undiscovered talent for art? Not that it mattered terribly at this moment in her life. She had a… very different calling now…
 
 
Overall, Joslin had spent some three months training for her own “ascension”. By the end of it all she could practically see the sisterhood's scriptures scrolling being her eyelids whenever she closed them. In the end it would all be worth it though. Soon she'd be on her way to meeting the goddess. What pleasures would she see while there? The anticipation was absolutely palpable to her.
 
 
The night before her final celebration, Joslin could barely sleep at all. Her mind kept rerunning scenarios of how exactly it might transpire. When she finally did manage to drift away, her dreams were absolutely no different. In fact, for the briefest of moments when she awoke, she was almost disappointed to still be…physically present. However, on realization that there was still the matter of the ceremony to enjoy, this disappointment quickly transitioned to excitement. The knock at the door that followed shortly after she awoke sent her heart aflutter. To the Allmother's command, she'd spent the entire prior week gorging herself, yet also keeping a strict exercise routine, and much of the last few days fasting in preparation. Last night's paints still brightly glowed all over her curvy form, only accentuating is jiggle when she opened the door to greet her beloved priestess.
 
 
“Are we ready, child?” asked the woman, as though Joslin hadn't been mentally preparing for this every hour of her waking life for the recent past. Still, it was, in fact, a big commitment.
 
 
Joslin took a deep breath, then nodded her head. At that the Allmother reached out her hand to gently take that of the devotee. Though the walk into the showers that followed was silent, there was no mistaking the giddiness that coursed through both present. For Joslin, it was the desire to be seen and desired by others, especially the goddess. For the priestess, though she would never admit it to the girl, it was the thought of consuming such a lovely specimen once more. Joslin was every bit the type that the woman had come to crave. Busty, meaty in all the right places, yet decidedly feminine. That body would be hers. It already was actually. She only needed to prepare it…
 
 
The showers were a good deal more modern in design than the rest of the undercroft. Sleek and shiny tiles seamlessly transitioned from floor, to wall, to ceiling, only broken up by the plumbing fixtures from which the water actually flowed. There were no stalls to separate one partaker from another. It would be positively sinful to deprive another woman of the sight of one's body. For the moment however, only Joslin and the priestess were present, and that was just fine by the girl.
 
 
The Allmother was nothing if not experienced. She knew people like Joslin. People whose love language was touch.
 
 
“Allow me, child.” she offered, taking the hosed faucet just as Joslin grabbed it. Shortly after turning the water on and checking to ensure the temperature was a pleasant warmth, she slowly turned it on the girl's plump breasts.
 
 
Joslin couldn't help but moan in delight as the droplets massaged her chest like a thousand tiny fingers. As good as the water felt though, it was the fact that this woman was doing it to her, that truly placed this above another hygiene routine. When the Allmother then proceeded to work a lather of soap over Joslin's sacred flesh, the girl practically melted into the woman's hands. The way her delicate thumbs pressed into all the sensitive spots, particularly Joslin's areola and inner thighs, was absolutely explosive in the best way possible. When all was said and done, after some half-hour of blissful contact, Joslin was little more than a mewling kitten while being rinsed off, and there was still so much left to do.
 
 
The Allmother led the still mesmerized girl up and out of the undercroft, though the temple where a bevy of prayerful worshippers were treated to the sight of their bouncing bosoms, and finally into the kitchen. This room, much like the rest of the building was kept in more, traditionalist style, with a large, circular stone oven at its center. Though Joslin initially felt a twinge of nervousness at what that implement meant for her, she swallowed this traitorous sensation easily, instead opting to cling to the religious excitement she'd been trained to feel. Without being told to, she simply sauntered over to the large, polished wooden table beside the already warm oven.
 
 
“So… what do I need to do?” asked the girl stoicly.
 
 
The Allmother smiled. “You just let us do all the work dear.” She then clapped her hands and looked to a door they hadn't entered from. “Sisters! We're ready~”
 
 
At that a small army of women entered the room from that same door, all clad in religious robe just like the priestess. They immediately set upon Joslin, softly laying her against her back and… while not harshly pinning her to the table, certainly holding her there with some firmness. Still their expressions were all ones of adoration, rather than domination. Of excitement and respect. When another joined the group, holding a stone bowl full of a translucent oil, Joslin was prepared for that adoration to become a bit more… tangible.
 
 
It was only natural that all the sisters present were drawn first to her breasts. They were her most noticeable, physically defining feature of course. But more than that, they were a sign of her motherly nature. They displayed her superiority as a woman, her value as a sacrifice, and her place beside the goddess. It would be positively sinful not to appreciate them. Some forty fingers at a time were pressed into her bosom, each giving a noticeable pressure point of its own to her sensitive mounds of soft femininity. So this was the beginning of heaven. This was paradise. The oil that they coated her with only seemed to magnify every sensation to new heights that she didn’t even know she could experience until now. In time, those blessed hands came to explore other parts of her divine form. Her supple backside was another favorite, as were her perfectly curvy legs, but something about her round chest kept drawing them back, giggling and squeezing like a group of delighted animals. Rarely would they have the opportunity to admire such a perfect specimen of holy womanhood. There had been numerous ascensions carried out in the temple, but only a scant few so absolutely flawless and treating to the eyes as well as the tongue.
 
 
Joslin wasn’t sure exactly how long they’d remained on this part of the process, but she certainly didn’t mind. Now it seemed that things were winding down to transition into the next phase. The Allmother, who’d been watching the affair with approving delight all this time, now approached the girl with a traditional looking small jug. It smelled faintly of earthy herbs, as well as other… more chemically relevant ingredients.
 
 
“To make the next step as enjoyable as possible for you, child.” she explained.
 
 
Josling didn’t need to hear any more. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, and kept her lips readily apart to receive the holy mixture. When it did pour softly into her waiting mouth, she found the flavor distinct. Aromatic, like scented oils, though thankfully more palatable. Initially she didn’t seem to feel any different, but minutes later, as the ladies all gently worked a medley of salts and other seasonings into her now moist flesh, she could feel it enter her mind. Not so much like a cloud, hindering her ability to think. The mental feeling was more like a cooling mist, soothing her thoughts even more than they already were. That instinctive concern that she would be still soon enough seemed even further away now. What was more, her body now tingled with a sort of… partial numbness. It wasn’t enough to mute all sensation. Rather, it turned every touch into a delightful tickle of a sort. Though the feelings were softer, their impact on her sexual pleasure only seemed to rise even more than they already were. It was as though every nerve in her body had transitioned to serve only to sexually excite her. Veteran that she was, the Allmother only looked on, satisfied that the drug had served its purpose. Soon enough she’d be ready for what was to follow… For her part Joslin simply laid back, basking in this strange, sensual high. This was infinitely better than she’d even dared to hope.
 
 
—
 
 
It was only when the Allmother could tell beyond the shadow of a doubt that Joslin was completely under the influence of the mixture that she continued. Joslin was relaxed to a point of anvolition. So easily suggestible that even if she hadn’t volunteered, she might have gone along with all this without a second thought. She’d done this before, to volunteer after volunteer. To the woman on the table it seemed positively religious and deep, which made her next job so much easier.
 
The priestess, with the help of her sisters, proceeded to lift Joslin ever so slightly, making it easier to manipulate her limbs into the pose that most struck her. Traditionally, those who were going through their ascension would be folded into a position with their legs tucked underneath their chest, and their hands used to prop their head up, putting their hips on display, but in this instance the Allmother believed it would be nothing short of sinful to obscure those awe inspiring breasts in any way, shape or form. Instead, she instructed the others to place Joslin on her back, tie her ankles together, and finally bind her wrists to the same ankles. With that completed, Joslin’s arms were able to press into her bosom, pressing her breasts outward, thus plumping them in a way that only made her chest all the more dumbfoundingly appealing. Without hesitation, this led to more than a few “final” appreciative embraces of Joslin’s fruit, which were happily received from the high girl.
 
 
All eyes were on the young woman on the table, enraptured with the scene, as she was carefully maneuvered onto a flat stone platter. This was, after all, her big day. The most important one in her mortal life, as well as her last. This was… the least they could do. To finish of the display, the Allmother later approached with a pair of massively overgrown cherries. She only needed to hover them over Joslin’s lips for a few seconds before the girl obediently took the stem between her lips to finish off the display.
 
Joslin gave a slight giggle, feeling… cute? Yes, as childish as it might have sounded, she felt cute. She felt like a precious animal being cooed over by humans, and it was magnificent. They loved her. They admired her.
 
 
Carefully, the sisters all carried the girl over to the stone oven, and Joslin found she didn’t even need to flinch. The heat was little more than a dull warmth to her. Like sitting in front of a fireplace on a frigid winter night. The flames underneath her were more… caressing than anything. She only shifted slightly, more in the feeling of getting snug under a blanket than anything else.
 
 
There she remained, in blissful complacency as her body gradually roasted like a pizza in a traditionalist kitchen. Truthfully, everyone present knew that… were it not for the calming oils, Joslin likely would have been panicking and fidgeting like a woman on a rack, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the coming feast. There was a new initiate coming today who had… intense potential, just like Joslin had. The meal had to be perfect. Inspiring, just as Bernadette had been to Joslin. While the Allmother continued to check in on the meat, adding fresh oil whenever necessary, the others proceeded to set the dining area. It was imperative that the table have that sort of… old world homely charm. The coming guest had to feel like she was transported to a simpler, more happy time…
 
 
Had it been half an hour? An hour? More time still? Joslin wasn’t sure, and she didn’t care… Now and again she would spot the others admiring her perfectly shaped form from afar. Drooling with both lust and hunger. In a way it made her wish she’d been there earlier to enjoy Joslin’s preparation. They were certainly enjoying themselves. She could have made that day last so much longer if she’d been a part of all that as well. Alas… there was no going back from ascension. She’d just have to enjoy even more time with her old bully turned friend in the afterlife~
 
 
—
 
 
When the time came, Joslin was presented before the Allmother, sisters, and the new initiate, moaning in rapturously high orgasm. There was a great deal of debate between the diners on whether to begin with her breasts or save them for last. Would it be best to begin with the high note? Or end on it? The decision was finally made after some time, to indulge in one, while saving the other by working on the girl’s thighs instead. Her feminine hips and upper legs kept a delicious amount of perfectly tender meat as well. Joslin was able to enjoy every jab. Every slice that dug into her miraculous body. At least for the first half of the feast.
 
 
The girl who would succeed her, while not quite as gifted in the chest, certainly had a pair of child rearing hips that also displayed a sort of angelic femininity. What was more, she too watched Joslin’s euphoric expression with the same euphoric, curious fear that was the sign of another future banquet.
 
 
Joslin’s world gradually faded into soft, ecstatic glee as the sisters finished her off, piece by piece. She could be proud, knowing that she’d been a part of continuing the tradition…
 
 
—
 
 
Or… so she'd thought. Joslin awoke shortly after, feeling more clearheaded than she'd felt in a long time, and also much… lighter than she ever felt before. In fact she very nearly felt weightless. It took her some time to realize that she was, in fact, hovering some three feet off the ground. She was still in the dining hall but… she was also still on the dining hall. The real her. The physical her, or at least what wasn't eaten yet, was still on the table, in scraps. The sisters were all milling about, gathering up leftovers and storing bones for broth. The Allmother however, was absolutely nowhere to be seen.
 
 
“H-hello?” If the others could hear her, they weren't showing it. Even when Joslin managed to will herself forward right through the table, and right through their very bodies, they didn't seem at all phased. Was this… some sort of transitory period on her ascension? An intermission before meeting the goddess?
 
 
Anxious and eager, Joslin had nothing to do but wander the temple in this new, incorporeal state. She found it quite easy to simply imagine herself where she wished to be, and quickly… float there within a few moments. It took a few minutes, but soon enough she found her way to the Allmother's rather luxurious office and quarters.
 
 
The woman was sitting utterly in the nude. Bowlegged on a princess styled bed, indulging in a plate of cutlets from Joslin's rear to her side. A delighted, smug expression seemed deeply carved into her face as she pleasured herself with her free hand.
 
 
“I can't believe I convinced another one to do it!” she said to herself in humored tone. “Put enough estrogen into them, and these cows will just throw themselves on your plate! I swear!” She gave a loud laugh, and put another piece of meat to her lips.
 
 
Joslin remained still. Initially she was in disbelief, telling herself that she'd somehow misunderstood or… misheard. That wasn't right, was it?
 
 
That defensive reaction quickly gave way to anger, and then lividity. How could she do this to her? She truly believed in all of this woman's schlock! She'd given so much of her life for so long, before ACTUALLY giving her life, all for this… this pervert! This manipulator! Though she didn't know exactly how all this worked, she was fully determined to haunt this woman. One way or another, she'd make her pay…
 
 
It was only then that Joslin noted the black-hooded figure in the corner of the room. At first she failed to put two and two together but… soon enough she knew exactly what was happening.
 
 
“Are you…”
 
 
“I am kiddo.” The figure gave a casual shrug that put on the air of an estranged uncle, rather than a mythical figure. “And to answer your next questions… Yes you are, and yes we will.” He looked around absently. “It's not as bad as you think it is. If I can pull back the curtains a bit. We usually give it a few minutes to sink in, but we don't wanna let it linger long enough to turn into straight up lonely fear.”
 
 
Joslin took a moment to process the revelation. She felt a train of emotions barrel through her mind. Shock, then numbness, followed by a brief, inexplicable calm, and then finally back to frustration. “It's not fair!” she cried out angrily. “She can't just get away with this!”
 
 
The figure gave a sigh. Not frustrated or angry. Simply… longsuffering. Steeling himself for the calm that would be needed going ahead. “Oh. I wouldn't worry about that.” The figure's voice was somehow charmingly deep and masculine. He reached to his back to grab his scythe, only for it to transform into a rolled parchment scroll which he began to mull over. “We're fairly certain your death will be the last straw before an investigation. We don't know exactly how things will turn out but… there's a seventy-five percent chance she'll lose her insanity claim, and she'll end up in prison for about three years before she herself gets devoured by two of the inmates. People less… flaunty and business minded about their kinks than she was, you see.” He materialized his blade again.
 
 
“Wait. Seventy-five percent chance?” Joslin's brow furrowed in confusion, but also intrigue. “You guys don't like… know for sure?”
 
 
The figure nodded. “Call it some aspects of quantum physics meaning nothing is truly knowable with absolute certainty. Call it the soul influencing reality in small little ways. You're both right, and wrong at the same time.”
 
 
Joslin found herself simmering down considerably. “I guess… that makes sense.” She took a deep, albeit unnecessary breath. “You know… I can't believe you actually look like… Well… The grim reaper.”
 
 
The figure gave a hearty laugh. “Well actually I kinda take on the form most expected of me. You shoulda seen what I was like for the dinosaurs.”
 
 
Joslin's imagination ran wild with that for a moment, before she looked back to the fake priestess and gave a snort, then turning back to face him again. “So… what happens now?”
 
 
“Now… why don't we get moving hmm? There's someone who'd like to meet you again. A… Bernadette? I think her name was?”