Jennifer exited the vestry, having retrieved her altar server's cross. The Seven AM Mass didn't have a lot of children willing to be altar servers, in fact there were only two currently, and Father Holden had told both her and Bethany that neither could quit and had to be there every week until more were recruited. As she exited, she spotted her friend, Sarah.
Sarah's family always sat in the second pew on the right most side of the church, opposite the choir. To see the choir from there you had to look across the altar, which had allowed Jennifer to spot what happened to Sarah during Mass. It seemed that every time Jennifer had looked over at Sarah, she'd absorbed more of her clothes as she turned into a breeder.
Jennifer knew that someday she might turn into one too. She wore a locket just like Sarah had worn that she had a hard time taking off. Sometimes she managed it, but eventually her brother would put it back on her. In fact it was on under her blouse right now. Sarah's locket had transformed into her enslavement choker, which still graced her neck, the white jewel that had been on the front of her locket now embedded against her throat and the band having transformed into black metal tracings around her neck. It was all Sarah wore.
"Hi Sarah," Jennifer greeted.
"Hi Jennifer," Sarah said, in a somewhat down tone. "Sauron was successful last week. I just found out." Her arms were crossed under her breasts and she could barely look up to meet Jennifer's eyes.
"You're still calling Ron that?" Jennifer asked. She knew that girls got a bit depressed after they were turned into breeders. "You know he hates that, and I'm sure he's your stud now."
"He is, but it's his name, so I'm going to call him that," Sarah said in a suddenly defiant tone. It was enough to trigger something, though, as Sarah's arms suddenly dropped to her side, as if they had gone limp. Ron put his arm around his sister's naked shoulders directed the unresisting girl to their pew.
Moments later the bells rang signaling the beginning of Mass. Just as Jennifer heard that first tolling, she felt her locket start to slide upwards. She had ovulated while she was wearing the locket, and now she was going to be transformed into a breeder during Mass, just like Sarah had, only Jennifer was going to be on the altar where everyone could see.
Jennifer lifted up the cross and led the procession to the altar, just as her locket peaked out from under her blouse. By the time she reached the altar it was in its new place on her neck, sealing itself against her skin. She felt her neck tingle around her spine and she knew it was starting to send tendrils into her spine as she placed the processional cross into its stand.
She felt her panties tightening against her body as Father greeted the assembled. They seemed to pull up into her crotch as the choir took up the Kyrie. She was certain that she was losing them as she started to feel more of the seams of her pants as Father Holden called up the children for the Children's Liturgy of the Word. She was sure they were gone by the time he dismissed them. She was glad that everyone sat down for the first two readings, especially after she looked down as the Lector said, "A Reading from the Book of the Prophet Habakkuk." She could see a bit of her skin to the left and right of the fly of her pants. She could feel the zipper as it merged with her body.
By the time the Responsorial Psalm told her to harden not her heart, Jennifer's pussy was entirely bare, and the patch of naked skin expanded as her body absorbed more of her pants, spreading down the inside of her legs and up her backsides. It was moving much slower up towards the button of her pants, having just crested above the top of her legs.
"Oh God," Jennifer heard Bethany whisper.
Jennifer looked over at Bethany, expecting her to have spotted what was happening to Jennifer. Bethany had a choker against her neck that she hadn't had when she'd arrived. A glance down revealed that Bethany was just about as far along absorbing her pants as Jennifer was. "It's happening to both of us," Jennifer whispered back.
"I'm scared," Bethany whispered back.
By the time they had to stand for the Gospel, both of their pants had been absorbed down to the top of their knees. Above their knees, the only remaining part of the pants were the belt loops. Their belts had started to be absorbed too, and the tails of their blouses were already gone. Both of them had light cardigan sweaters on that hadn't started being absorbed yet, but Jennifer was sure it wouldn't be long. When they sat down for the Homily, the last bits of the pants were gone, and Jennifer could feel her belt buckle being absorbed into her body. Her socks were tight against her skin, so she knew they were starting to go too.
When they stood for the profession of faith, the bare balls of Jennifer's feet touched the altar. Sarah hadn't lost her shoes to the transformation, but Jennifer looked down to discover that her shoes were shrinking into her body just like the rest of her clothes were. Her heels now rested on the cool stone of the altar, and by the time they said "Amen" she was barefoot and naked from the waist down.
Jennifer was sent with the cross to lead the Presentation of the Gifts after the Prayers of the Faithful. She could feel the line of absorption of her blouse going upwards on both her body and her arms. Soon she knew her sweater would be all she was wearing. As she started to walk down the aisle, she felt her sweater against her body tighten. The blouse was gone, and she was about to start losing her last bit of clothes.
She put the cross back in its stand when she reached the altar. The sleeves of the sweater seemed to be going first, and had reached her elbow. Jennifer went over and picked up the small pitcher of water, the bowl, and the towel. Taking her place at the edge of the altar, she met Bethany, who relieved her of the pitcher of water, waiting for Father Holden's signal. Their sweaters were both sleeveless now.
As Father Holden signaled them, Jennifer could feel the bottom of her sweater beginning to be absorbed into her belly. She held the bowl as Bethany poured the water over Father Holden's hands. Then he took the towel from Jennifer and dried his hands. They returned the pitcher, bowl, and towel to their place, and Bethany picked up the bells. Jennifer was glad she didn't have to do the bells, as she always got it wrong. Bethany got it right, starting right on the cues of "given up for you" and "memory of me." By the time the bells were done and Bethany put them back on the pillow, only the buttons of their sweaters had not been absorbed. Those were gone by the time they went forward to hold hands with Father Holden during the Our Father. They stood their naked, before everyone in the sanctuary. All they had on were the chokers of their enslavement and the crosses of their service to the Lord.
After the Our Father, they shared the Sign of Peace by first shaking Father Holden's hand before heading out to their family. Jennifer's family sat a few rows back, behind Sarah's family. She shook Sarah's hand in passing before reaching her mother.
Jennifer's mother and namesake, like most eldest daughters who had elder brother, and unlike Sarah's mother, was an enslaved breeder like Jennifer was becoming. Jennifer was her third child and first daughter, born when she was twelve. Instead of shaking her mother's hand, Jennifer hugged her naked mother, feeling her mother's latest baby kick within her womb as their naked bodies touched. Her mother only had two more months to go with what would be Jennifer's tenth younger sibling. Breeders were not allowed to go on birth control, and the Catholic Church didn't allow birth control anyway. "Peace be with you," Jennifer said.
"And also with you," her mother replied. Until today her mother had been the only naked family member. That had just changed. "I hope you enjoy joining me."
Jennifer trembled as she ended her hug. She'd always known it was likely, though she'd hoped to escape it. She'd seen in her mother and other girls what happened to enslaved breeders. She gathered herself and went to shake her eldest brother's hand. "Peace be with you, RJ," she said, offering her hand.
"I'm going to be in you, Jen," Richard Junior said, as he shook her hand. His other hand slid down between her legs and felt her pussy until she broke the hand shake.
Jennifer's oldest younger sister, Martha, was next to shake her hand. "Did you really absorb your clothes?" Martha asked.
"Yes," Jennifer said. "Peace be with you."
"Told you so," Benjamin, the younger of Jennifer's two older brothers said. "You're next, Martha. Peace be with you, Jennifer." Benjamin had just been allowed to give Martha a locket on her eighth birthday, which had been Wednesday. That morning was the first time Jennifer had seen her wearing it. She suspected that it would be harder for Benjamin to keep it on her after today.
Jennifer shook the hands of her remaining siblings, before hugging her father and returning to the altar. She lined up with the Eucharistic Ministers as the Lamb of God was sung. She felt warm where Richard had touched her. She wasn't wet down there, yet, though she was sure she would be soon. Her mother's bare pussy was always wet and ready for her father.
The number of Eucharistic Ministers seemed off to Jennifer. They looked to be two short, so she wasn't surprised that Father Holden told her to take the wine for the rightmost station, and Bethany to take the leftmost station.
As a Eucharistic Minister, a very extraordinary one at that, she was expected to do the sign of the cross on the forehead of those that stopped in front of her with their arms crossed indicating that they didn't want to take the wine. Most just did that for the bread, bypassing the cup, but Jennifer's family always went to get the wine, her mother following her friend Sarah. Jennifer offered the wine, saying "Blood of Christ" to her mother, RJ, Benjamin, and Martha, who had just had her first Eucharist that spring. Then came her younger sister Elizabeth, who hadn't, with her hands crossed over her breasts. Jennifer smiled and did the sign of the cross with her left thumb on her sister's forehead. All her younger siblings save the three in the nursery followed, before she got back to saying "Blood of Christ" with her father.
When she returned to the altar after taking the now empty chalice to the Sacristy, Jennifer served her turn taking items from the Priest to return them to the table. Then returning to her seat, she sat only briefly before Father Holden had everyone stand for the final blessing, as there had been no announcements.
"Let us pray. Lord, bless all of this parish this week as we go about our lives. Especially bless Jennifer and Bethany, this Mass's altar servers as they begin their new lives as enslaved breeders. May they grow fruitful and multiply as we watch their lives change through the next year. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen."
Then the choir took up the Recessional. Jennifer headed over to get the cross, as she realized that despite her new nudity and upcoming breeding and enslavement, she was going to continue to be an altar server. She moved to stand at the foot of the altar, as Bethany, the Lectors, and Father Holden joined her. As they bowed, Jennifer realized that her pussy was no longer just warm, but was now wet.
Jennifer led the procession out of the Sanctuary to the Narthex totally changed from the girl that had entered the church that morning. No longer was she clothed, dressed modesty with blouse, pants, belt, shoes and socks, and a sweater. All of that had been absorbed by her body. Now she was naked with a drooling pussy that was ready to welcome her brother's cock. She put the processional cross in its stand and turned around. Bethany was beside her, ready to receive Father Holden's blessing.
"Lord bless your daughters Jennifer and Bethany." He put the index fingers of each hand in each girls' wet pussies, before taking the now wet fingers out to do the sign of the cross on their bellies. "Bless this womb, may it never be empty." Then over both their breasts, leaving trails of their pussy juices, he did the sign of the cross again. "Bless these breasts which will soon grow to provide milk for their offspring." Then over their forehead, he did it again. "And bless these minds as they grow simple."
Jennifer knew that her mother wasn't the smartest woman out there, but she didn't need to be. But until she heard those words of blessing, she hadn't thought about how being an enslaved breeder would change her mind. She wasn't as smart as Sarah who had skipped four grades, and probably had been about to skip a fifth to be in high school this winter. Jennifer was a normal fourth grader at Saint Margaret's Catholic School. She wasn't the first girl in her class to become a breeder, but the second. Heather was already waddling, and the teacher seemed to ignore her at the back of the room. Jennifer didn't want to be ignored.
Father Holden had turned around from his altar servers and was greeting people as they exited the Sanctuary. Jennifer stepped up on his left, and Bethany on his right, like they did after each Mass. They'd been serving every week since Donald had left for the Seminary. She really hoped that Father Holden would at least find someone for them to trade off for this Mass. If nothing else she'd get her little sister Martha to start. Of course her sister fell in the roughly twenty-two percent of the girls who could become enslaved breeders, the only other of her sisters who could, given that two boys had been born before Jennifer as the first daughter.
"Richard, Jonathan," Father Holden greeted as Jennifer and Bethany's oldest brothers reached him. "Why don't you take your sisters over to those benches behind them and take care of their fertile little wombs?"
Jennifer was quite shocked that Father Holden made the suggestion, and even more so that RJ and Jonathan took the suggestion, pushing their respective little sisters over to the backless benches. Richard dropped his pants, stepping out of them and revealing his hard cock. Jennifer tried to stop her brother from pushing her down on to the benches but her brother had long been able to overpower her and pin her down and soon his cock was pressed up against her pussy. She could not stop her brother from taking her virginity.
In and out Richard's cock slid in Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer found herself moaning on the side of the narthex as her brother completed her last step to becoming a breeder. Full enslavement would take time, but Jennifer knew that once her brother shot his incestuous seed into her womb she would have a baby. Richard kept thrusting into her, and Jennifer lost all sense of time as pleasure crashed over her body.
Finally Richard thrust hard one last time deep into her no longer virgin pussy. She could feel his cock jerk as it shot his seed into her womb. Jennifer had been bred and begun her life as a breeder. Soon her growth would stop as her body was told to direct its energy from that to the babies that would grow in her womb, one after another.
Richard pulled out, and Jennifer could feel his seed start to leak from her. He pulled up his pants, zipping and buttoning them up. Then he helped Jennifer up. The Nine AM Mass was already starting to come in as Richard helped her walk out of the church beside Bethany and Jonathan. Jennifer's legs felt so weak, and she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep while her brother's seed was absorbed into her womb.
Her brother helped her into the family van, putting her in one of the Captain's chairs in second row of seats. The seat behind was unoccupied so he lowered it so Jennifer could rest on the half hour journey home. He even made sure to raise her behind just a little bit so less of his seed would escape her womb. Jennifer was asleep by the time they got home.
Jennifer had no idea what to expect when she walked into her home room classroom at Saint Margaret's Catholic Lower School. On Friday she'd left in her school uniform, a green polo shirt, black pants, black socks, and white school sneakers. She'd been required to wear her necklace, which had always puzzled her. This morning she had none of that. All she had on was her enslavement choker.
At least Richard had let her clean up after he'd bred her when they woke up, so she didn't have his seed gracing her pussy like it had all day on Sunday after her first time. She'd been told, however, that Richard would be breeding her again at lunch time. That would happen every day at school until a pregnancy was confirmed. Jennifer liked the feelings she got when she was being bred, but was not looking forward to the effects of wearing an breeding choker.
"Good morning, Brother Martin," Jennifer said cheerfully to her teacher. The teachers in her school were all religious brothers and sisters, most of them being Franciscan monks, since the monastery was attached to the parish and the school.
"Good morning, Miss Jennifer," Brother Martin replied. "I saw your brother bred you before the Nine AM Mass. Should I expect him at lunch?"
"Yes, Brother Martin," Jennifer replied. "He's supposed to breed me every four hours."
"Then I shall expect the announcement of your forthcoming blessing next week," Brother Martin said. "I shall also expect you to continue to do your best in class. As an enslaved breeder you will find book learning will become harder, and your interest in class will drop as well. It can be overcome, and you will complete my class on the honor roll, just like last year."
Jennifer didn't notice any change, or anything become harder, that day, nor the next. Not even on Friday, when she found out she was pregnant, did she find class hard.
