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She's vising a town she showed great interest in. The town worships a Goddess of Cows and each year they choose a new Maiden to be the vessel of her will. It just so happens that she's visiting on the day they pick the new maiden.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Chelsea is an Aspiring College Graduate on vacation after graduating. She's vising a town she showed great interest in. The town worships a Goddess of Cows and each year they choose a new Maiden to be the vessel of her will. It just so happens that she's visiting on the day they pick the new maiden.", "writing": "\tChapter 1\n\n\tThe small town of Gainesville had old traditions. It was a ranching town, providing a hub for the various ranches within driving distance of it. At the center of the town was a shrine to the goddess Bovinia, the goddess of cows. Chelsea had come here because of her interest in the rich culture of the town. They say the goddess has blessed the town with prosperity and at least the shrine definitely reflected that. It was the biggest structure in the town, able to be seen from pretty far away across the relatively flat grazing plains of the cows. A statue of the goddess welcomed worshipers and visitors alike at the top of the stairs with open arms and ample bosom.\n\n\tChelsea walked up the stairs to the top of the shrine, the goddess statue seemingly calling her up there. Today was a special day, it was the end of the season which meant the passing of the torch for the ‘Moo Maiden’ who was chosen semi randomly from the towns population. The maiden was the goddess’s vessel in the mortal realm, at least according to the townsfolk. They believed that when times were good the maiden should be showered with gifts and thanks to the goddess, essentially giving gifts directly to the goddess herself. In exchange the goddess would bless the ranches who donated and took care of the maiden and watch over their herds. When times were hard the maiden acted as a leader for the worshipers and helped them through the rough times. The last maiden had just lead the town through a rough season, the winter was particularly harsh and food for the cows had been hard to come by naturally. She had pulled through, with alleged guidance from the goddess, and managed to keep the town prosperous.\n\n\t The maiden lived at the shrine for the year and basically had the entire town at her beck and call. Never to want for anything, not even having to lift a finger. It sounded nice to Chelsea. She sat on a bench and stared dreamily at the Goddess statue imagining what it would be like. Around her people went about various tasks to get ready for the big festival that was going to happen tonight where the new maiden would be announced. Chelsea was excited to see it for the first time.\n\n\tThe sun shone brightly behind the statue of Bovinia. Chelsea could swear there was a glint in the statues eyes. A large shadow was cast over her and for a second she swore the statue had come to life right in front of her. After blinking a few times she realized that standing before her was the current shrine maiden. She was a striking image, bust almost as big as the statue (what cup size was that anyway? Had to be at least G’s, maybe even H’s), arms and legs soft but with clear strength and bulk beneath them. The loose cloth she wore in the style of a toga gave just the slightest hint of a tummy poking out. Chelsea flushed and her jaw went slack at the sight of such beauty. \n\n\tThe current maiden grinned and flexed for her captive audience. “Admiring the view? The goddess was kind to me this year. She shapes us to what we need to be. I needed to be strong.” She sat down next to Chelsea, who was sitting hands and legs clasped tight together and had picked her jaw up off the ground. The woman was colossal, but radiated an aura of kindness. She crossed her legs and put an arm around Chelsea. “I haven’t seen you around here before, you must be new. Come to see the shrine? Or perhaps maybe you’re thinking of moo-ving here.” She grinned at her own pun.\n\n\t“J-j-j-just visiting!” Chelsea stuttered out. “I-I had heard about this town in college a-and was fascinated...” She tried to look anywhere but at the maidens massive bust, which was a challenge as it was currently occupying much of the available viewing space. “I w-wanted to see the festival. M-maybe participate. I-I studied the ceremonies! I can sing the dedication!” It was worth a shot, she thought. Here before her was the maiden, a chance for her to get much closer to the festival than she could have dreamed.\n\n\tThe shrine maiden smiled happily. “I think it’s fate then, that the goddess brought you here. She whispered to me that someone important was coming. I think that person might be you.” She stood, beckoning Chelsea to do the same. “Come. I’ll give you a tour of the shrine and see if you are the one the goddess spoke of.”\n\n\tThe beefy lady led a bewildered Chelsea by the hand to the temple proper. Normally people weren’t allowed in, but the Maiden could give permission. In the main hall were pictures and portraits of past maidens. Chelsea gawked at all of them. The maiden explained. “We have a rich history, hundreds of years of maidens.”\n\n\t“They all look so… different, and look this one was maiden for ten years!” Chelsea pointed excitedly at a particularly large woman who had clearly overseen a long period of prosperity. Her waistline expanded down past her knees and she smiled with a large glass of milk. \n\n\t“Matilda the Great. Maidens like her are rare indeed, sometimes when the time and person are right the goddess chooses one maiden multiple years in a row. They have a particularly close connection with her, and usually oversee long periods of prosperity or hardships. Here.” She pointed to a woman who looked not dissimilar to her. “This is Dottie the Strong. She led the town through a five year long famine and drought. And there Bessie the Wise.” She pointed to another woman, who wasn’t extremely bulky or extremely fat like the others, but pleasantly shaped all around. “She oversaw the modernization of the towns ranches during the industrial era.”\n\n\tChelsea awed at all the women around her as the maiden led her on. She remembered something important. “Oh! I forgot to introduce myself I’m-”\n\n\t“Chelsea. Yes she told me your name. I’m Clarabelle.” Clarabelle said. They came to a room that appeared to be a walk in closet. It had maiden outfits of many different shapes and sizes. Carabelle stopped her at one that looked about the right size for her. “Yes this one should do. Change into this.” She grabbed the toga off the hangar and led Chelsea to a changing room.\n\n\t“W-wait this is a maidens outfit isn’t it?” Chelsea said bewildered as she began to strip.\n\n\t“Yes it is dear, but don’t worry about that I can designate female helpers for the festival. This marks you as one.” She smiled with her arms folded leaning against the walls of the changing room. “Now lets go over the procedures. You already know the dedication but do you know how do properly do the passing of the milk? The cow hoofing? Oh and what about the grooming?” This continued for a while as she explained the various rituals and ceremonies they would be going through for the festival.\n\n\tBefore Chelsea knew it, it was time for the festival to begin. As the designated special helper she was escorted to a palanquin and tried to kneel demurely behind Clarabelle as they were toted around the festival grounds. She would talk to people and introduce Chelsea to them. Various ranch heads who were important in the town. They all grinned at her like they knew some secret, or perhaps like she was some new cattle. \n\n\tThen the announcement ceremony came. She sang the dedication to the goddess with Clarabelle and together they would usher in the new maiden. The goddess would speak her name to Clarabelle and she would call it out to the crowd. Chelsea was so excited and grateful she was playing such a key part in all of this. So excited that in fact she didn’t realized when Clarabelle stood aside and pointed to her when it was time to call the name.\n\n\t“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-ME!?!?!?!?!?” Chelsea shouted and then clasped her mouth in embarrassment for breaking protocol.\n\n\t“I told you you were special dear. Chosen by the goddess herself. Why I’d even say she led you hear through your studies. You did such an excellent job I hardly had to teach you anything at all.” Clarabelle smiled and lifted Chelsea on her shoulder to the cheer of the crowd.\n\n\t“B-but. I mean. I. This was just supposed to be a vacation!” Chelsea stammered while smiling at the cheering people around her. “It’s not like I’m not flattered or I don’t want to but. I mean.” Her doubts were drowned out by the overwhelming sea of congratulations, praise, and overall feeling of belonging. Perhaps just for tonight she could not disappoint the people of Gainesville. She would work everything else out tomorrow.\n\n\tWhat followed was a great feast. Food was brought to her. Milk, beef, veggies, whatever the fruits of the land and labor the ranchers could bring. She was so stuffed she could hardly walk by the end of it. Not to mention the drink that made her mind hazy. Clarabelles strong arms guided her to her new bedroom and put her down to rest. “Don’t worry.” She whispered. “I’ll be here to guide you, the goddess wishes it so.” And with that she pet the content Chelsea on the head and climbed into her own bed in the same room.\n\n\n\tChapter 2\n\n\tThe next day Chelsea was woken up by the smell of breakfast being brought to her and Clarabelles operatic voice singing a different song about Bovinia. “The goddess who gives. The goddess who nurses. The goddess whose good and pleases the purses. Ah, you’re awake. Say ahhhh.” The strong woman fed Chelsea her breakfast in bed with a fork. Chelsea wasn’t that hungry, having eaten enough for three meals last night, but could hardly refuse Clarabelles advances.\n\n\tShe ended up eating the whole breakfast and feeling quite overfull for the ordeal. She let out a loud belch involuntarily. “BUUUAAAAAARRRRPPP.” To which she covered her mouth in embarrassment.\n\n\tClarabelle just chuckled. “Good, the goddess is happy when her maidens are well fed. They say a belching maiden is a sign of good times.” She smiled and massaged Chelsea's taut tummy which procured several more involuntary belches from her. Chelsea was in no position to argue, with a combination of hangover, fullness, and flustered-ness holding her tongue but not her burps.\n\n\t“Urrrp.” She tried to say something, but a burp came out instead. Clara’s touch did feel quite nice, and the food was definitely helping with the hangover. She tried again. “Claraauuuuuuuuurp. I don’t understand. Up. Why me?” She leaned back down on the bed in surrender. Freely letting a few more burps come out.\n\n\t“The goddess chose you. You will understand more in time as you gain a connection with her. Don’t worry, she tasked me with helping you adjust. I’m happy to be of service to the goddess.” Clara cleaned up the breakfast tray and a plump servant in a maid outfit came to take it away. \n\n\t“I don’t know how to be a shrine maiden! I doubt I could lead anyone like you.” Chelsea sat up again now that the massaging was over. Her tummy was still full which made the task a bit of an effort.\n\n\tClara just smiled. “We are in good times now Chel.” Taking liberty with her name as Chel did for hers. “A maiden in good times, well she just has to let the people know the times are good.” \n\n\tChelsea raised an eyebrow. “And what does that entail?”\n\n\t“Well eating good and making appearances really.” Clara shrugged.\n\n\t“I’ll be waited on hand and foot?” Chel asked. Clara nodded. “Anything I want?” Clara nodded again. Chel smiled. “Waited on by you?” She decided to tease.\n\n\t“If you wanted.” Clara teased back. “I am no longer maiden, but still a servant of her will. That means your will now.”\n\n\tChelsea’s previous objections began to melt away in her mind. She didn’t have much of a life yet. She’d just finished college sure but she’d never gotten out and done anything. She’s spent all her time working hard, and now the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen in her life was telling her all she had to do was eat and be happy while she handled every need? The idea sounded better and better the more she thought about it. Quietly she thanked Bovinia.\n\n\tChelsea stood and inspected her new room. It had a mirror and was connected to the walk in closet she had been in before. The shine had electricity and various means of entertainment. There were two beds, one for her and one for Clara. She wondered briefly if Clara would sleep with her. She probably would, but didn’t want to abuse her powers to do so. Instead she inspected herself in the mirror. Her belly was so distended she looked pregnant, and she flushed at the thought of Clara being the one who had done this to her. She stood behind her in the mirror, a full foot taller than her, which would make her around 6’4”. \n\n\t“Like what you see?” Clara smiled and wrapped a hand around Chelsea’s waist to massage the side of her belly. “This is just the start. Can’t have a skinny Maiden you know.” She was still rail thin aside from the now protruding stomach. Blessed with a fast metabolism staying skinny was easy for her. She wondered how long that would last here. She tried to keep fit in college, one of her goals was to travel around after all. The stairs leading up to the shrine hadn’t been a problem for her.\n\n\tThe thought of that becoming a problem excited her to no end. Why not lean into it? When in Rome as they say. She turned to Clara. “I want a tall glass of the richest, creamiest milk every hour. I don’t want to ever be hungry, so as many meals as I want. And I want you to make sure I finish them.” She made her list of demands, not wanting to be unreasonable, but couldn’t help herself a little fun. “Oh and I want you to carry me everywhere. Can’t have a prosperous maiden like myself walking.” She thought for a moment and added. “Oh and can I get a computer in here? I’ve got some research I’d like to do.”\n\n\tClara laughed heartily. “That’s the spirit.” She scooped up the girl and bridal carried her out of the room. “I’ll introduce you to the staff.”\n\n\n\tChapter 3\n\n\tWeeks turned into months and Chelsea adjusted very well to her new style of living. The hourly glasses of high calorie milk had made quite the dent in her ‘fast metabolism’ she was so proud of. In just a couple months she had gone up over fifty pounds. Not to mention the constant stuffings provided lovingly by Clara who Chelsea grew closer too every day. Her once rail thin and fit body was now soft and squeezable, and meals that once left her in a food coma now served as appetizers for her daily feedings. \n\n\tClara squeezed her fat thighs as she measured her up for a new Maiden outfit having finally outgrown the one she had started in. She could have upgraded at anytime, but she very much enjoyed the feeling of filling and then spilling out of the loose fabric. She couldn’t wait to fill into the new one.\n\n\t“Fifty inch hips, fourty four inch waist, and might I say a lovely fifty inch bust. The goddess blesses you my dear.” Clara announced to Chel’s delight.\n\n\tOver the months she felt herself growing closer to something. Not just Clara, but what could only be described as the Goddess Bovinia herself. The goddess seemed to urge her transformation onward. She compelled her to do more, to find some way of growing faster. Truth be told the more she gained and the more she ate, Chelsea could hardly tell the difference now between the goddess’s desire and her own. She hungrily dove into the internet, reading research papers on new chemicals and hormones and feeding procedures. Soon she was developing her own, and Clara happily carried her from her desk to her new lab.\n\n\tThe last time she walked must’ve been the day she became maiden, as Clara had taken her order to carry her very seriously. She idly wondered if she still could. Even still she wondered how long Clara would be able to fulfil her duty. She was pleasantly plump all over now. Not extremely fat, though some people might say so, but more like going from an action figure to a stuffed animal. She clung to her partners bosom as she was carried to the lab.\n\n\tHere she had been developing a new growth hormone that should, theoretically, increase milk production and growth in cows. Secretly, she designed it to work on humans as well. She had tested it on a few cows already and they were showing promising results. Increases in fertility, size, milk production were all documented. Today however she would be testing it on herself.\n\n\tClara eyed the machinery with an air of suspicion. She had been a reliable maiden, but none would call her extremely smart. Practical yes. Reasonable yes. She was in awe of Chel and her intellect, and Chel did assure her that this too was the goddesses will. Still it made her nervous. She loved Chel and didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. She put her faith in the goddess.\n\n\tChel strapped herself in to a machine that would inject her with the hormones. There was a moment of tension, but the machine injected her and that was it. Clara had braced herself for some sort of reaction from Chel, but really none of the cows reacted to it immediately either. \n\n\t“How do you feel?” Clara asked like a concerned puppy.\n\n\t“Fine dear. That was the first treatment of a weekly regiment.” She put a band aid on her thigh where the injection was made. She gave Clara’s worried face a kiss. “It’s fine my dear. The goddess guides me and she would not see harm come to one of her maidens.” There was a loud growl from Chel’s stomach. “Oof, I see the hunger comes in pretty fast.” She smiled as Clara picked her up like she was nothing and carried her to the kitchen.\n\n\tOn the way out of the lab she whispered in Clara’s ear. “You know the goddess has also guided me to a formula for studs I have in the works.” Chel felt the intended effect twitch against her backside from underneath Clara’s toga, and it was her turn to flush. “The goddess would be happy to have a few calfs running around her temple.” Another stomach growl made Clara hurry her pace.\n\n\tThe kitchen table was loaded with food. Chel had prepared this in advance, knowing the effects of the hormones and her now ravenous appetite. Once Clara put her down on the tables end she immediately got to work. New hormones urging her to eat, eat, eat. Chicken legs, salads with lots of sauce, steaks, ham, fried veggies. All were consumed between gulps of a tankard of milk that Clara kept full. When the initial surge started to slow down Clara stepped in to make sure not a single piece of food was left on the table. Shoving bread and corn and all the rest down her girl friends gullet. \n\n\tThe table was cleared, but somehow Chel wanted more. “Mooooo-ore.” She groaned like a cow. The servants scrambled to put whatever they could on the table. A gallon of ice cream, three whole pies, a cake which was fed to Chel in her girlfriends hand. She greedily licked all the frosting off and looked into Clara’s eyes. Now hungry for something else. With all the force of a two hundred plus pound woman who hadn’t walked in over two months could muster she threw herself at Clara. Kissing her getting crumbs all over the kitchen floor.\n\n\tClara excused them to the staff, thankful her bulge was being hidden by her girlfriends supple ass despite trying not to be ashamed of it. Before when she was the Maiden she had worn a gaff to keep it hidden, but when Chel found out the first time they had sex she had ordered Clara to let, in her words, “such a magnificent beast.” hang freely and proudly. Chel sloppily kissed her girlfriend and wrapped her legs around Clara’s waist and arms around her head as she carried her to their room.\n\n\tClara moved to put Chel on the bed, but Chel forced Clara to be on the bottom this time. They tore the ceremonial toga’s off each other and Clara took in all of Chels beauty as she mounted her. Her soft tummy sagged just a few inches down her hips. She held Chel’s hands and let her use them as leverage to ride Clara’s ‘magnificent beast’. Her whole body jiggled freely including the hint of a double chin that had begun to form. Chel’s curly blonde hair cascaded down, having grown a bit since she had come here, and they smiled at each other. Enjoying the moment. \n\n\tThe momentum from the sudden burst of hormone induced horny began to slow as the status of the very full Chel meant that Clara started doing more work from the bottom. She enjoyed seeing Chelsea’s tits bounce with each thrust and relished the ability to clasp hands. Goddess bless her she was so happy she brought the two of them together. Chel leaned down to kiss Clara once again as they fucked into the night.\n\n\n\tChapter 4\n\n\tA couple weeks had passed since then. Chelsea spent the time in the lab studying the results of her injections and developing the next version of the formula. Also developing was her waistline. As she predicted she had gained another fifty pounds in just a few weeks. Her breasts were now bigger than Clara’s and leaked when she was especially horny. She had a milk machine brought in so she wouldn’t get her lab dirty with milk and contaminate things. You could definitely consider Chel ‘fat’ now. Her belly now covered most of her crotch, and fat was starting to show on her hands and arms. Despite the new inconveniences her leaky breasts were presenting, research continued. The voice of the goddess spoke in her head. Bigger, more, more, more, bigger. It said to her at all hours.\n\n\tNow it was Clara’s turn in the injection chair. She looked extremely nervous, and Chel did her best to calm her. She even did this before her own injection so she’d be the most clear headed for her beloved girl friend. The stud formula testing had gone well. The studs were healthier and more active than ever. The need inside of her egged her on. She eyed the outline of the bulge through Clara’s toga.\n\n\t“Don’t worry dear, the injection is quick and painless. You might feel a little sting, but I’m here for you. Nothing can go wrong.” She smiled and pat Clara on the arm. “Oh see that’s it! Bet you didn’t even notice.”\n\n\tClara breathed a sigh of relief and released herself from the injection harness. “So what’s this going to do to me again?”\n\n\t“Increase virility, and fertility preserving your womanly glory of course. It’s not testosterone, think of it more like an inject-able Viagra and also steroids that will encourage muscle growth and body growth.” She smiled at the not understanding girlfriend and gave her head a pat. “It’s going to make you hornier, and bigger. In all area’s.” She licked her lips and eyed the growing bulge in Clara’s toga. “If I'm going to get bigger you’ll have to get stronger to carry me after all.” She gave an innocent smile that Clara didn’t believe.\n\n\tClara tried to calm herself down a bit. She pleaded to the goddess to guide her safely through this. Chel put a different vial in and injected herself, then stretched her arms out for her girlfriend to pick her up. Clara made a noticeable grunt this time, though didn’t appear to have any trouble with the heavier Chelsea. Another fifty pounds and that might change though. On the way to the kitchen she felt strange. Like something was drawing her to Chelsea. She put her girlfriend down at the table and watched her eat. Chelsea leaned over the table and ate and ate and ate. The toga she wore was bunching up between her ass cheeks leaving her underwear-less ass exposed.\n\n\tClara began to feel a hunger of her own. Her heart rate increased. She flexed her arms and legs. Her cock twitched. She realized she was fully erect now and gave a nervous glance at the servants. Her gaze couldn’t be taken off Chelseas gigantic wobbling ass for long however. Clara’s breathing got heavier and faster. She moved the fabric of her toga aside, not caring anymore about being embarrassed. She moved Chelseas toga aside too. Exposing her dripping wet pussy which made every fiber in Clara’s body scream at her to get as deep as possible into her as she could over and over and over.\n\n\tHer mind consumed with lust she practically leaped inside her girlfriend. Mounting her and thrusting hard as she ate and ate. The two of them panted and moaned. Chel started Mooing loudly. “Mooo! MOOOOO!” and goddess help her Clara joined in to the glorious chorus. It was like singing the dedication to the goddess in the language it was meant to be sung in. Finally she understood the goddesses plan. Oh Bovinia forgive me for ever doubting you she thought. This was it. This was the plan. This was closer to the goddess than she had ever gotten in her year as the maiden. She envisioned a paradise made by the goddess as she climaxed over and over again into Chelsea who for her part never stopped eating. Demanding more food be brought even while Clara was still going at her. \n\n\tThey lost track of time. The kitchen was wet with fluids. Semen, milk, sweat. Clara finally pulled out and huffed proudly. Before she had wondered why the goddess had chosen a boy to be her maiden, not knowing at the time who she really was. Now she fully understood her place within the goddess Bovinia’s plan and was now proud to take part it. Her cock dripped cum which was forming a small pile on the floor and she proudly looked upon her girlfriends thoroughly bred ass.\n\n\tWith the dignity of a new convert she proudly lifted her exhausted girlfriend and told the staff to clean up after them. The staff looked at each other. Nothing like this had ever happened before in the shrine, but then again the times were changing. They had before and they may again. The staff understood this and got to work.\n\n\n\tChapter 5\n\n\tChelsea’s formula was a huge success. There was concerns over the use of the formula on herself and her girlfriend, but the money assuaged any doubts or fears. Today however was a different day. Today was the day Chelsea and Clara were getting married. \n\n\tThe town had gone all out for the celebration. It was rare a Maiden was married during her tenure, let alone to a former maiden. Tradition dictated however that the two be wed, as their first children would be on their way before the end of Chelsea’s first term as Maiden. The people were sure this wouldn’t be her last.\n\n\tChelsea had grown immensely since refining the formula. She was now over five hundred pounds, two hundred fifty more than she was when she first introduced Clara to the stud formula. Her legs were enormous, her breasts even more so and constantly leaking all the time now that she was pregnant. Her chin went from double to triple very easily and her neck disappeared into it. Her wedding toga was a much lacier and fancier version of her normal shrine maiden attire.\n\n\tFor her part Clara had grown as well. Now half way to eight feet tall there was discussion about renovating the shrine to accommodate her and ah, future studs as it were. She was big but hadn’t lost the little bit of chub she had before. If anything she had just been scaled up in size. She loomed over her girlfriend, but was extremely happy with the changes because it let her still carry Chelsea around. Other noticeable changes was her ‘Magnificent beast’ as Chelsea so loved to call it. It was impossible to hide it beneath the white wedding dress she wore. Clara for her part now considered it a gift from the goddess herself that allowed her to pleasure her wife so. There was nothing to be ashamed of, as to feel shame was to be ashamed of the goddess.\n\n\tA priest of Bovinia read them their vows. The statue of the goddess looked upon them from above and seemed to smile. “Do you Chelsea, take Clarabelle to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest said.\n\n\t“I do.” Chelsea smiled up at Clara who flushed.\n\n\t“And do you Clarabellle take Chelsea in sickness and health?” The priest dutifully asked.\n\n\t“I do.” Clara smiled down at her.\n\n\t“Very well, the rings.” The priest had been briefed about this slight change in procedure which was otherwise a normal wedding. \n\n\tThe girls each took out a beautiful nose ring. Clara knelt down and together they clasped the nose rings through each others noses (they had practiced this to make sure they got it right) and then turned back to the priest, who then raised his hands and proclaimed “By the power vested in me by the Goddess Bovinia I now pronounce you, Bride and Wife. You may now kiss.”\n\n\tThe crowd cheered, and after a deep kiss they turned to the crowd and together let out a loud “MOOO!” to which the crowd happily echoed. It was said that the statue of the Goddess has never shined brighter than that day. \n\n\n\tChapter 6: Epilogue\n\n\tIt was a few days until the next Festival. Chelsea had her first children, twins, a month ago, but she knew she was already pregnant again. The hormones had made the experience incredibly easy. She doubted there would ever be more than the few days it took to recover from giving birth between her being pregnant again. The hormones made her and her wife extremely fertile. Not that she minded. It’s what the goddess wanted after all. \n\n\tHer children were incredibly strong. She had theorized this would be the case, the hormones made her heartier and healthier so it would track that it would do the same for her kids. Still she wondered exactly how fast the kids would grow up. She had already caught the pair trying to stand and crawl just a month after being born. Her faith in the goddess remained unwavering however, so she trusted it would be ok. \n\n\tClara brought her a coffee and tray of snacks along with her hourly glass of high calorie milk. There was yet more work to do, though it would be slower now with the children. She would continue to grow as would her wife and she had to make plans for that. They already ate quite literally tons of food every month. The drug patents had made her independently wealthy not to mention still having control of the towns wealth as long as she was ‘Moo Maiden’. \n\n\tBefore her lay the designs for a feeding mechanism. She could of course slow down the hormone injections. At this stage she could only get them once a month and maintain what she had now. But the voice of the goddess continued to egg her on. More, bigger, more, larger. She wondered what the goddesses end goal was. The feeding mechanism would keep her constantly fed and milked and the design would work for cows too. It also was primed for studs to come along and do whatever they like to her. Wouldn’t that be nice? She’d no longer have to work. Her only job to be bred and to eat and to be milked and have children. The mechanism would allow for it all to happen, it would even keep her clean. \n\n\tIn order to make the device work for both humans and cows she had altered her hormones once again. She felt the itch of growing breasts underneath her already massive pair. In another few months they would be ready for milking and by the end of next year they would be as big as her first pair. The top of her head itched as well. The beginnings of a pair of horns starting to poke through the top of her skull. She looked at a small statue of the goddess she had on her desk whose own cow horns featured proudly on her head. In her image indeed. She would have to advise a revision to the statues. They currently only sported one pair of breasts.\n\n\tClara leaned in to kiss her wife who was snacking while thinking about all this. They would have to hurry along the renovations to the shrine as Clara and her children would all probably be at least nine feed tall. Their nose rings clinked as they kissed. Clara’s horns were even more prominent, the stud formula would make them a bit bigger than hers. She drooled at the though of her wife with four breasts and hugged what she thought was her wifes leg, which turned out to be her cock.\n\n\t“Oh hello dear beast. I didn’t see you there.” Chelsea teased. It twitched in response. What was already a large cock for a normal human was now as big as most normal humans thighs. Her body had adjusted to taking it however, as she was much larger than she was before as well. “I think we have time for a quick one don’t you think dear?” Chelsea squeezed Clarabelle’s soft tummy hitting the hard abs beneath. “The servants can take care of the kids if they need anything.”\n\n\tClara smiled and moved her toga aside. “I think we could manage that.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tChapter 1

\tThe small town of Gainesville had old traditions. It was a ranching town, providing a hub for the various ranches within driving distance of it. At the center of the town was a shrine to the goddess Bovinia, the goddess of cows. Chelsea had come here because of her interest in the rich culture of the town. They say the goddess has blessed the town with prosperity and at least the shrine definitely reflected that. It was the biggest structure in the town, able to be seen from pretty far away across the relatively flat grazing plains of the cows. A statue of the goddess welcomed worshipers and visitors alike at the top of the stairs with open arms and ample bosom.

\tChelsea walked up the stairs to the top of the shrine, the goddess statue seemingly calling her up there. Today was a special day, it was the end of the season which meant the passing of the torch for the ‘Moo Maiden’ who was chosen semi randomly from the towns population. The maiden was the goddess’s vessel in the mortal realm, at least according to the townsfolk. They believed that when times were good the maiden should be showered with gifts and thanks to the goddess, essentially giving gifts directly to the goddess herself. In exchange the goddess would bless the ranches who donated and took care of the maiden and watch over their herds. When times were hard the maiden acted as a leader for the worshipers and helped them through the rough times. The last maiden had just lead the town through a rough season, the winter was particularly harsh and food for the cows had been hard to come by naturally. She had pulled through, with alleged guidance from the goddess, and managed to keep the town prosperous.

\t The maiden lived at the shrine for the year and basically had the entire town at her beck and call. Never to want for anything, not even having to lift a finger. It sounded nice to Chelsea. She sat on a bench and stared dreamily at the Goddess statue imagining what it would be like. Around her people went about various tasks to get ready for the big festival that was going to happen tonight where the new maiden would be announced. Chelsea was excited to see it for the first time.

\tThe sun shone brightly behind the statue of Bovinia. Chelsea could swear there was a glint in the statues eyes. A large shadow was cast over her and for a second she swore the statue had come to life right in front of her. After blinking a few times she realized that standing before her was the current shrine maiden. She was a striking image, bust almost as big as the statue (what cup size was that anyway? Had to be at least G’s, maybe even H’s), arms and legs soft but with clear strength and bulk beneath them. The loose cloth she wore in the style of a toga gave just the slightest hint of a tummy poking out. Chelsea flushed and her jaw went slack at the sight of such beauty.

\tThe current maiden grinned and flexed for her captive audience. “Admiring the view? The goddess was kind to me this year. She shapes us to what we need to be. I needed to be strong.” She sat down next to Chelsea, who was sitting hands and legs clasped tight together and had picked her jaw up off the ground. The woman was colossal, but radiated an aura of kindness. She crossed her legs and put an arm around Chelsea. “I haven’t seen you around here before, you must be new. Come to see the shrine? Or perhaps maybe you’re thinking of moo-ving here.” She grinned at her own pun.

\t“J-j-j-just visiting!” Chelsea stuttered out. “I-I had heard about this town in college a-and was fascinated...” She tried to look anywhere but at the maidens massive bust, which was a challenge as it was currently occupying much of the available viewing space. “I w-wanted to see the festival. M-maybe participate. I-I studied the ceremonies! I can sing the dedication!” It was worth a shot, she thought. Here before her was the maiden, a chance for her to get much closer to the festival than she could have dreamed.

\tThe shrine maiden smiled happily. “I think it’s fate then, that the goddess brought you here. She whispered to me that someone important was coming. I think that person might be you.” She stood, beckoning Chelsea to do the same. “Come. I’ll give you a tour of the shrine and see if you are the one the goddess spoke of.”

\tThe beefy lady led a bewildered Chelsea by the hand to the temple proper. Normally people weren’t allowed in, but the Maiden could give permission. In the main hall were pictures and portraits of past maidens. Chelsea gawked at all of them. The maiden explained. “We have a rich history, hundreds of years of maidens.”

\t“They all look so… different, and look this one was maiden for ten years!” Chelsea pointed excitedly at a particularly large woman who had clearly overseen a long period of prosperity. Her waistline expanded down past her knees and she smiled with a large glass of milk.

\t“Matilda the Great. Maidens like her are rare indeed, sometimes when the time and person are right the goddess chooses one maiden multiple years in a row. They have a particularly close connection with her, and usually oversee long periods of prosperity or hardships. Here.” She pointed to a woman who looked not dissimilar to her. “This is Dottie the Strong. She led the town through a five year long famine and drought. And there Bessie the Wise.” She pointed to another woman, who wasn’t extremely bulky or extremely fat like the others, but pleasantly shaped all around. “She oversaw the modernization of the towns ranches during the industrial era.”

\tChelsea awed at all the women around her as the maiden led her on. She remembered something important. “Oh! I forgot to introduce myself I’m-”

\t“Chelsea. Yes she told me your name. I’m Clarabelle.” Clarabelle said. They came to a room that appeared to be a walk in closet. It had maiden outfits of many different shapes and sizes. Carabelle stopped her at one that looked about the right size for her. “Yes this one should do. Change into this.” She grabbed the toga off the hangar and led Chelsea to a changing room.

\t“W-wait this is a maidens outfit isn’t it?” Chelsea said bewildered as she began to strip.

\t“Yes it is dear, but don’t worry about that I can designate female helpers for the festival. This marks you as one.” She smiled with her arms folded leaning against the walls of the changing room. “Now lets go over the procedures. You already know the dedication but do you know how do properly do the passing of the milk? The cow hoofing? Oh and what about the grooming?” This continued for a while as she explained the various rituals and ceremonies they would be going through for the festival.

\tBefore Chelsea knew it, it was time for the festival to begin. As the designated special helper she was escorted to a palanquin and tried to kneel demurely behind Clarabelle as they were toted around the festival grounds. She would talk to people and introduce Chelsea to them. Various ranch heads who were important in the town. They all grinned at her like they knew some secret, or perhaps like she was some new cattle.

\tThen the announcement ceremony came. She sang the dedication to the goddess with Clarabelle and together they would usher in the new maiden. The goddess would speak her name to Clarabelle and she would call it out to the crowd. Chelsea was so excited and grateful she was playing such a key part in all of this. So excited that in fact she didn’t realized when Clarabelle stood aside and pointed to her when it was time to call the name.

\t“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-ME!?!?!?!?!?” Chelsea shouted and then clasped her mouth in embarrassment for breaking protocol.

\t“I told you you were special dear. Chosen by the goddess herself. Why I’d even say she led you hear through your studies. You did such an excellent job I hardly had to teach you anything at all.” Clarabelle smiled and lifted Chelsea on her shoulder to the cheer of the crowd.

\t“B-but. I mean. I. This was just supposed to be a vacation!” Chelsea stammered while smiling at the cheering people around her. “It’s not like I’m not flattered or I don’t want to but. I mean.” Her doubts were drowned out by the overwhelming sea of congratulations, praise, and overall feeling of belonging. Perhaps just for tonight she could not disappoint the people of Gainesville. She would work everything else out tomorrow.

\tWhat followed was a great feast. Food was brought to her. Milk, beef, veggies, whatever the fruits of the land and labor the ranchers could bring. She was so stuffed she could hardly walk by the end of it. Not to mention the drink that made her mind hazy. Clarabelles strong arms guided her to her new bedroom and put her down to rest. “Don’t worry.” She whispered. “I’ll be here to guide you, the goddess wishes it so.” And with that she pet the content Chelsea on the head and climbed into her own bed in the same room.


\tChapter 2

\tThe next day Chelsea was woken up by the smell of breakfast being brought to her and Clarabelles operatic voice singing a different song about Bovinia. “The goddess who gives. The goddess who nurses. The goddess whose good and pleases the purses. Ah, you’re awake. Say ahhhh.” The strong woman fed Chelsea her breakfast in bed with a fork. Chelsea wasn’t that hungry, having eaten enough for three meals last night, but could hardly refuse Clarabelles advances.

\tShe ended up eating the whole breakfast and feeling quite overfull for the ordeal. She let out a loud belch involuntarily. “BUUUAAAAAARRRRPPP.” To which she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

\tClarabelle just chuckled. “Good, the goddess is happy when her maidens are well fed. They say a belching maiden is a sign of good times.” She smiled and massaged Chelsea's taut tummy which procured several more involuntary belches from her. Chelsea was in no position to argue, with a combination of hangover, fullness, and flustered-ness holding her tongue but not her burps.

\t“Urrrp.” She tried to say something, but a burp came out instead. Clara’s touch did feel quite nice, and the food was definitely helping with the hangover. She tried again. “Claraauuuuuuuuurp. I don’t understand. Up. Why me?” She leaned back down on the bed in surrender. Freely letting a few more burps come out.

\t“The goddess chose you. You will understand more in time as you gain a connection with her. Don’t worry, she tasked me with helping you adjust. I’m happy to be of service to the goddess.” Clara cleaned up the breakfast tray and a plump servant in a maid outfit came to take it away.

\t“I don’t know how to be a shrine maiden! I doubt I could lead anyone like you.” Chelsea sat up again now that the massaging was over. Her tummy was still full which made the task a bit of an effort.

\tClara just smiled. “We are in good times now Chel.” Taking liberty with her name as Chel did for hers. “A maiden in good times, well she just has to let the people know the times are good.”

\tChelsea raised an eyebrow. “And what does that entail?”

\t“Well eating good and making appearances really.” Clara shrugged.

\t“I’ll be waited on hand and foot?” Chel asked. Clara nodded. “Anything I want?” Clara nodded again. Chel smiled. “Waited on by you?” She decided to tease.

\t“If you wanted.” Clara teased back. “I am no longer maiden, but still a servant of her will. That means your will now.”

\tChelsea’s previous objections began to melt away in her mind. She didn’t have much of a life yet. She’d just finished college sure but she’d never gotten out and done anything. She’s spent all her time working hard, and now the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen in her life was telling her all she had to do was eat and be happy while she handled every need? The idea sounded better and better the more she thought about it. Quietly she thanked Bovinia.

\tChelsea stood and inspected her new room. It had a mirror and was connected to the walk in closet she had been in before. The shine had electricity and various means of entertainment. There were two beds, one for her and one for Clara. She wondered briefly if Clara would sleep with her. She probably would, but didn’t want to abuse her powers to do so. Instead she inspected herself in the mirror. Her belly was so distended she looked pregnant, and she flushed at the thought of Clara being the one who had done this to her. She stood behind her in the mirror, a full foot taller than her, which would make her around 6’4”.

\t“Like what you see?” Clara smiled and wrapped a hand around Chelsea’s waist to massage the side of her belly. “This is just the start. Can’t have a skinny Maiden you know.” She was still rail thin aside from the now protruding stomach. Blessed with a fast metabolism staying skinny was easy for her. She wondered how long that would last here. She tried to keep fit in college, one of her goals was to travel around after all. The stairs leading up to the shrine hadn’t been a problem for her.

\tThe thought of that becoming a problem excited her to no end. Why not lean into it? When in Rome as they say. She turned to Clara. “I want a tall glass of the richest, creamiest milk every hour. I don’t want to ever be hungry, so as many meals as I want. And I want you to make sure I finish them.” She made her list of demands, not wanting to be unreasonable, but couldn’t help herself a little fun. “Oh and I want you to carry me everywhere. Can’t have a prosperous maiden like myself walking.” She thought for a moment and added. “Oh and can I get a computer in here? I’ve got some research I’d like to do.”

\tClara laughed heartily. “That’s the spirit.” She scooped up the girl and bridal carried her out of the room. “I’ll introduce you to the staff.”


\tChapter 3

\tWeeks turned into months and Chelsea adjusted very well to her new style of living. The hourly glasses of high calorie milk had made quite the dent in her ‘fast metabolism’ she was so proud of. In just a couple months she had gone up over fifty pounds. Not to mention the constant stuffings provided lovingly by Clara who Chelsea grew closer too every day. Her once rail thin and fit body was now soft and squeezable, and meals that once left her in a food coma now served as appetizers for her daily feedings.

\tClara squeezed her fat thighs as she measured her up for a new Maiden outfit having finally outgrown the one she had started in. She could have upgraded at anytime, but she very much enjoyed the feeling of filling and then spilling out of the loose fabric. She couldn’t wait to fill into the new one.

\t“Fifty inch hips, fourty four inch waist, and might I say a lovely fifty inch bust. The goddess blesses you my dear.” Clara announced to Chel’s delight.

\tOver the months she felt herself growing closer to something. Not just Clara, but what could only be described as the Goddess Bovinia herself. The goddess seemed to urge her transformation onward. She compelled her to do more, to find some way of growing faster. Truth be told the more she gained and the more she ate, Chelsea could hardly tell the difference now between the goddess’s desire and her own. She hungrily dove into the internet, reading research papers on new chemicals and hormones and feeding procedures. Soon she was developing her own, and Clara happily carried her from her desk to her new lab.

\tThe last time she walked must’ve been the day she became maiden, as Clara had taken her order to carry her very seriously. She idly wondered if she still could. Even still she wondered how long Clara would be able to fulfil her duty. She was pleasantly plump all over now. Not extremely fat, though some people might say so, but more like going from an action figure to a stuffed animal. She clung to her partners bosom as she was carried to the lab.

\tHere she had been developing a new growth hormone that should, theoretically, increase milk production and growth in cows. Secretly, she designed it to work on humans as well. She had tested it on a few cows already and they were showing promising results. Increases in fertility, size, milk production were all documented. Today however she would be testing it on herself.

\tClara eyed the machinery with an air of suspicion. She had been a reliable maiden, but none would call her extremely smart. Practical yes. Reasonable yes. She was in awe of Chel and her intellect, and Chel did assure her that this too was the goddesses will. Still it made her nervous. She loved Chel and didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. She put her faith in the goddess.

\tChel strapped herself in to a machine that would inject her with the hormones. There was a moment of tension, but the machine injected her and that was it. Clara had braced herself for some sort of reaction from Chel, but really none of the cows reacted to it immediately either.

\t“How do you feel?” Clara asked like a concerned puppy.

\t“Fine dear. That was the first treatment of a weekly regiment.” She put a band aid on her thigh where the injection was made. She gave Clara’s worried face a kiss. “It’s fine my dear. The goddess guides me and she would not see harm come to one of her maidens.” There was a loud growl from Chel’s stomach. “Oof, I see the hunger comes in pretty fast.” She smiled as Clara picked her up like she was nothing and carried her to the kitchen.

\tOn the way out of the lab she whispered in Clara’s ear. “You know the goddess has also guided me to a formula for studs I have in the works.” Chel felt the intended effect twitch against her backside from underneath Clara’s toga, and it was her turn to flush. “The goddess would be happy to have a few calfs running around her temple.” Another stomach growl made Clara hurry her pace.

\tThe kitchen table was loaded with food. Chel had prepared this in advance, knowing the effects of the hormones and her now ravenous appetite. Once Clara put her down on the tables end she immediately got to work. New hormones urging her to eat, eat, eat. Chicken legs, salads with lots of sauce, steaks, ham, fried veggies. All were consumed between gulps of a tankard of milk that Clara kept full. When the initial surge started to slow down Clara stepped in to make sure not a single piece of food was left on the table. Shoving bread and corn and all the rest down her girl friends gullet.

\tThe table was cleared, but somehow Chel wanted more. “Mooooo-ore.” She groaned like a cow.  The servants scrambled to put whatever they could on the table. A gallon of ice cream, three whole pies, a cake which was fed to Chel in her girlfriends hand. She greedily licked all the frosting off and looked into Clara’s eyes. Now hungry for something else. With all the force of a two hundred plus pound woman who hadn’t walked in over two months could muster she threw herself at Clara. Kissing her getting crumbs all over the kitchen floor.

\tClara excused them to the staff, thankful her bulge was being hidden by her girlfriends supple ass despite trying not to be ashamed of it. Before when she was the Maiden she had worn a gaff to keep it hidden, but when Chel found out the first time they had sex she had ordered Clara to let, in her words, “such a magnificent beast.” hang freely and proudly. Chel sloppily kissed her girlfriend and wrapped her legs around Clara’s waist and arms around her head as she carried her to their room.

\tClara moved to put Chel on the bed, but Chel forced Clara to be on the bottom this time. They tore the ceremonial toga’s off each other and Clara took in all of Chels beauty as she mounted her. Her soft tummy sagged just a few inches down her hips. She held Chel’s hands and let her use them as leverage to ride Clara’s ‘magnificent beast’. Her whole body jiggled freely including the hint of a double chin that had begun to form. Chel’s curly blonde hair cascaded down, having grown a bit since she had come here, and they smiled at each other. Enjoying the moment.

\tThe momentum from the sudden burst of hormone induced horny began to slow as the status of the very full Chel meant that Clara started doing more work from the bottom. She enjoyed seeing Chelsea’s tits bounce with each thrust and relished the ability to clasp hands. Goddess bless her she was so happy she brought the two of them together. Chel leaned down to kiss Clara once again as they fucked into the night.


\tChapter 4

\tA couple weeks had passed since then. Chelsea spent the time in the lab studying the results of her injections and developing the next version of the formula. Also developing was her waistline. As she predicted she had gained another fifty pounds in just a few weeks. Her breasts were now bigger than Clara’s and leaked when she was especially horny. She had a milk machine brought in so she wouldn’t get her lab dirty with milk and contaminate things. You could definitely consider Chel ‘fat’ now. Her belly now covered most of her crotch, and fat was starting to show on her hands and arms. Despite the new inconveniences her leaky breasts were presenting, research continued. The voice of the goddess spoke in her head. Bigger, more, more, more, bigger. It said to her at all hours.

\tNow it was Clara’s turn in the injection chair. She looked extremely nervous, and Chel did her best to calm her. She even did this before her own injection so she’d be the most clear headed for her beloved girl friend. The stud formula testing had gone well. The studs were healthier and more active than ever. The need inside of her egged her on. She eyed the outline of the bulge through Clara’s toga.

\t“Don’t worry dear, the injection is quick and painless. You might feel a little sting, but I’m here for you. Nothing can go wrong.” She smiled and pat Clara on the arm. “Oh see that’s it! Bet you didn’t even notice.”

\tClara breathed a sigh of relief and released herself from the injection harness. “So what’s this going to do to me again?”

\t“Increase virility, and fertility preserving your womanly glory of course. It’s not testosterone, think of it more like an inject-able Viagra and also steroids that will encourage muscle growth and body growth.”  She smiled at the not understanding girlfriend and gave her head a pat. “It’s going to make you hornier, and bigger. In all area’s.” She licked her lips and eyed the growing bulge in Clara’s toga. “If I'm going to get bigger you’ll have to get stronger to carry me after all.” She gave an innocent smile that Clara didn’t believe.

\tClara tried to calm herself down a bit. She pleaded to the goddess to guide her safely through this. Chel put a different vial in and injected herself, then stretched her arms out for her girlfriend to pick her up. Clara made a noticeable grunt this time, though didn’t appear to have any trouble with the heavier Chelsea. Another fifty pounds and that might change though. On the way to the kitchen she felt  strange. Like something was drawing her to Chelsea. She put her girlfriend down at the table and watched her eat. Chelsea leaned over the table and ate and ate and ate. The toga she wore was bunching up between her ass cheeks leaving her underwear-less ass exposed.

\tClara began to feel a hunger of her own. Her heart rate increased. She flexed her arms and legs. Her cock twitched. She realized she was fully erect now and gave a nervous glance at the servants. Her gaze couldn’t be taken off Chelseas gigantic wobbling ass for long however. Clara’s breathing got heavier and faster. She moved the fabric of her toga aside, not caring anymore about being embarrassed. She moved Chelseas toga aside too. Exposing her dripping wet pussy which made every fiber in Clara’s body scream at her to get as deep as possible into her as she could over and over and over.

\tHer mind consumed with lust she practically leaped inside her girlfriend. Mounting her and thrusting hard as she ate and ate. The two of them panted and moaned. Chel started Mooing loudly. “Mooo! MOOOOO!” and goddess help her Clara joined in to the glorious chorus. It was like singing the dedication to the goddess in the language it was meant to be sung in. Finally she understood the goddesses plan. Oh Bovinia forgive me for ever doubting you she thought. This was it. This was the plan. This was closer to the goddess than she had ever gotten in her year as the maiden. She envisioned a paradise made by the goddess as she climaxed over and over again into Chelsea who for her part never stopped eating. Demanding more food be brought even while Clara was still going at her.

\tThey lost track of time. The kitchen was wet with fluids. Semen, milk, sweat. Clara finally pulled out and huffed proudly. Before she had wondered why the goddess had chosen a boy to be her maiden, not knowing at the time who she really was. Now she fully understood her place within the goddess Bovinia’s plan and was now proud to take part it. Her cock dripped cum which was forming a small pile on the floor and she proudly looked upon her girlfriends thoroughly bred ass.

\tWith the dignity of a new convert she proudly lifted her exhausted girlfriend and told the staff to clean up after them. The staff looked at each other. Nothing like this had ever happened before in the shrine, but then again the times were changing. They had before and they may again. The staff understood this and got to work.


\tChapter 5

\tChelsea’s formula was a huge success. There was concerns over the use of the formula on herself and her girlfriend, but the money assuaged any doubts or fears. Today however was a different day. Today was the day Chelsea and Clara were getting married.

\tThe town had gone all out for the celebration. It was rare a Maiden was married during her tenure, let alone to a former maiden. Tradition dictated however that the two be wed, as their first children would be on their way before the end of Chelsea’s first term as Maiden. The people were sure this wouldn’t be her last.

\tChelsea had grown immensely since refining the formula. She was now over five hundred pounds, two hundred fifty more than she was when she first introduced Clara to the stud formula. Her legs were enormous, her breasts even more so and constantly leaking all the time now that she was pregnant. Her chin went from double to triple very easily and her neck disappeared into it. Her wedding toga was a much lacier and fancier version of her normal shrine maiden attire.

\tFor her part Clara had grown as well. Now half way to eight feet tall there was discussion about renovating the shrine to accommodate her and ah, future studs as it were. She was big but hadn’t lost the little bit of chub she had before. If anything she had just been scaled up in size. She loomed over her girlfriend, but was extremely happy with the changes because it let her still carry Chelsea around. Other noticeable changes was her ‘Magnificent beast’ as Chelsea so loved to call it. It was impossible to hide it beneath the white wedding dress she wore. Clara for her part now considered it a gift from the goddess herself that allowed her to pleasure her wife so. There was nothing to be ashamed of, as to feel shame was to be ashamed of the goddess.

\tA priest of Bovinia read them their vows. The statue of the goddess looked upon them from above and seemed to smile. “Do you Chelsea, take Clarabelle to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest said.

\t“I do.” Chelsea smiled up at Clara who flushed.

\t“And do you Clarabellle take Chelsea in sickness and health?” The priest dutifully asked.

\t“I do.” Clara smiled down at her.

\t“Very well, the rings.” The priest had been briefed about this slight change in procedure which was otherwise a normal wedding.

\tThe girls each took out a beautiful nose ring. Clara knelt down and together they clasped the nose rings through each others noses (they had practiced this to make sure they got it right) and then turned back to the priest, who then raised his hands and proclaimed “By the power vested in me by the Goddess Bovinia I now pronounce you, Bride and Wife. You may now kiss.”

\tThe crowd cheered, and after a deep kiss they turned to the crowd and together let out a loud “MOOO!” to which the crowd happily echoed. It was said that the statue of the Goddess has never shined brighter than that day.


\tChapter 6: Epilogue

\tIt was a few days until the next Festival. Chelsea had her first children, twins, a month ago, but she knew she was already pregnant again. The hormones had made the experience incredibly easy. She doubted there would ever be more than the few days it took to recover from giving birth between her being pregnant again. The hormones made her and her wife extremely fertile. Not that she minded. It’s what the goddess wanted after all.

\tHer children were incredibly strong. She had theorized this would be the case, the hormones made her heartier and healthier so it would track that it would do the same for her kids. Still she wondered exactly how fast the kids would grow up. She had already caught the pair trying to stand and crawl just a month after being born. Her faith in the goddess remained unwavering however, so she trusted it would be ok.

\tClara brought her a coffee and tray of snacks along with her hourly glass of high calorie milk. There was yet more work to do, though it would be slower now with the children. She would continue to grow as would her wife and she had to make plans for that. They already ate quite literally tons of food every month. The drug patents had made her independently wealthy not to mention still having control of the towns wealth as long as she was ‘Moo Maiden’.

\tBefore her lay the designs for a feeding mechanism. She could of course slow down the hormone injections. At this stage she could only get them once a month and maintain what she had now. But the voice of the goddess continued to egg her on. More, bigger, more, larger. She wondered what the goddesses end goal was. The feeding mechanism would keep her constantly fed and milked and the design would work for cows too. It also was primed for studs to come along and do whatever they like to her. Wouldn’t that be nice? She’d no longer have to work. Her only job to be bred and to eat and to be milked and have children. The mechanism would allow for it all to happen, it would even keep her clean.

\tIn order to make the device work for both humans and cows she had altered her hormones once again. She felt the itch of growing breasts underneath her already massive pair. In another few months they would be ready for milking and by the end of next year they would be as big as her first pair. The top of her head itched as well. The beginnings of a pair of horns starting to poke through the top of her skull. She looked at a small statue of the goddess she had on her desk whose own cow horns featured proudly on her head. In her image indeed. She would have to advise a revision to the statues. They currently only sported one pair of breasts.

\tClara leaned in to kiss her wife who was snacking while thinking about all this. They would have to hurry along the renovations to the shrine as Clara and her children would all probably be at least nine feed tall. Their nose rings clinked as they kissed. Clara’s horns were even more prominent, the stud formula would make them a bit bigger than hers. She drooled at the though of her wife with four breasts and hugged what she thought was her wifes leg, which turned out to be her cock.

\t“Oh hello dear beast. I didn’t see you there.” Chelsea teased. It twitched in response. What was already a large cock for a normal human was now as big as most normal humans thighs. Her body had adjusted to taking it however, as she was much larger than she was before as well. “I think we have time for a quick one don’t you think dear?” Chelsea squeezed Clarabelle’s soft tummy hitting the hard abs beneath. “The servants can take care of the kids if they need anything.”

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