WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.


Milky Mayhem
	Chapter 5

	Thursday Evening

	
	The phone rang. A man looked up from a book opened on his spotless desk and answered the receiver. Lifting the ear piece to his ear, he glanced up at the cross on the dark wood paneled wall across from his desk. 
	"Bill here"
	The man's hand adjusted his white tab collar tucked into the neck of his black shirt. "Uh huh, when did the report come in?" He reached for a notepad and started taking notes with an expensive Mont Blanc pen he pulled from a pocket. 
	"And the Vestal is certain its a priestess?" 
	After gracefully ending the conversation, he hung up, checked his watch and reached for his keys. He stood up and slid into his coat. Turning to his desk, he grabbed a small black leather bound bible out of a drawer and put it into his coat pocket. 

	After pulling up to the store where the informant worked, a small smile crossed his face and he chuckled a little. A retired Vestal Virgin was working in a maternity store. He pulled the door open and walked in. Even though the store was closed for the evening, the clerk was expecting him and had left the door unlocked. 
	Looking at the assorted clothes and undergarments, he waved in quick greeting and confirmed that this was the place. He began asking questions about the girl. From her answers, he pieced together that a 5' 10" college age girl with brown hair and slightly tan skin had come in,  looking for maternity bras. She had shown no signs of a recent pregnancy beyond the excessive lactation and breasts that grew visibly in the short time she had her sweater off. The Vicar was lucky that it had been a Vestal that had assisted her as the year spent in service of the cult of Vesta had left her attuned to magical auras, and this girl was positively glowing with a lunar fertility energy. 
	The girl had bought her bras with cash so there was no name or address, but she did get a description of her car as she left. 

	As he was heading over to his contact in the DMV, his phone rang again. This time sending him over to the shopping mall. He would have to put his investigation on hold as it looked like he had his answer as to why the fertility cult had re-awakened. 

	Once at the mall, a priest was waiting by the door for him with a security guard. They were trying to keep this quiet as what was going on inside the mall was less than savory. An orgasmic scream came out of the doorway as the guard opened the door. Stepping inside, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light. When they did, he saw naked couples everywhere, partaking in a massive carnal orgy. 
	The Vicar walked up to one couple and gently laid his hand on the head of the woman, "Be still." With that, she and her partner looked at each other and blushed, immediately looking around for their clothes. She fished her panties out of the fountain and decided to not wear them at this time, her jeans and shirt were strained as they must not have been intended for a woman with such a pronounced hour-glass figure. 
	Bill turned to the priest and said, "This wasn't the lunar cult, any ideas?" The priest looked around and then pulled out a bible from the pocket of his coat. After flipping through genesis he looked up, shaking his head as he came up empty. "Well, it looks like I'm going to have a long night. I don't think the entire mall was affected, so this should go relatively quickly." 
	As they passed from couple to couple, the clergy members slowly began to figure out that a beautiful black haired woman had been unaffected by the outbreak and seemed to show up shortly before passion overtook everybody in the room. In the back room of an expensive dress store, the Vicar found a sleeping clerk, his penis and balls were expanded well beyond normal size. 

	In the food court, the priest was taking confession from a young couple who had been present during the outbreak and were confessing their carnal sins. As the Vicar had walked up, he noticed that her button-up shirt was straining to contain her. With every breath, gaps between the buttons opened up, revealing pale flesh and a bit of cleavage. Her bra was in her lap and he doubted that she would fit into it ever again. He looked over at the boyfriend, almost envying the lucky bastard. In one fell swoop, his girlfriend had been transformed into a curvy sex goddess, and since they were confessing their sins, it was unlikely that they would be affected by whatever changes would have happened next.
	Her face turned red as she found it harder to breath and her breasts were pressed into the fabric of the shirt. She paused a second and inhaled deeply to catch her breath, causing a few buttons to pop off of her shirt. Her hands flew to her chest and she blushed at almost revealing herself to the priest of her local church. The Vicar pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped his brow, realizing he had been staring intently at the girl's still growing chest. 

	Bill walked off, attempting to make a final sweep of the mall. In one store that the priest had swept, there was a clothing rack that had been pushed over and was blocking the door to a changing room. Lifting the rack off of the door, he pulled the door open, revealing a woman in a red dress. Elbows propped on her knees, her head was down and she had obviously been here for a few hours. Her silky dark brown hair hung down over her face and she was surprisingly calm for someone who had been trapped in a changing room while an unexplained orgy had broken out all around. She looked up, the smooth skin around her eyes indicated that she wasn't beyond her thirties, but her body was that of a fully developed adult woman. Her dress had a v-cut that flattered her handful sized natural breasts and his eyes wandered down to her full hips, figuring that she must have a stellar body underneath the red fabric.
	"Are you ok?" he asked. A flash of understanding crossed her face. "Oh, I'm... Better now that you came along." He sat down next to her, hoping to get some insight into what happened. She flushed and shifted over, giving the Vicar some room. 
	"So tell me what happened."
	She began telling the brief tale about how she was trying on the dress and heard a thump outside her door. As she was trying to open the stuck door, the rising sounds of an orgy began penetrating the door and she nearly screamed herself hoarse before settling in to wait. As she was talking, her hands started roaming over her body. Her left hand squeezed her breast and she let loose a moan. 
	Remembering the expanding chest of the girl in the food court, the Vicar looked down, seeing the womans breasts overflow the bra. He became aware of her growing lust and went to stand. She stood up first and closed the door, her eyes fixated on him. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a priest."
	While Anglican priests were not required to be celibate, extra-marital sex was frowned upon, but he would repent for this later. He let her sit down on top of him and kiss his neck as he reached for his phone and quickly dialed. "Yeah, you can go home, I'll let myself out as soon as I've finished cataloging the events of today."
	By now, she had undone his shirt and was working on his belt. He ran his hands up her thigh and felt for the black lace panties that adorned her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. She stood up and lifted the dress over her head, letting it fall in a heap on the ground. Her panties were creeping up her hips as they expanded and her breasts were straining her bra. He reached up and slid the panties down her long, smooth legs and leaned over to kiss her stomach. She massaged her growing chest through the bra before reaching behind to take it off. 
	A blush had spread all over her skin and heat was radiating from every part of her. He stood up to strip, leaning over to kiss her as he did so. He carefully set aside his shirt and slacks and then pressed his naked body into hers, basking in the heat of her transformation. As he kissed her neck he thought how lucky he was, finding conclusive proof that this event was triggered by the presence of another person. That narrowed down the field considerably. His thoughts were interrupted as she pressed her chest into him and wrapped a leg around him. 
	By now he was fully erect, waiting to to satisfy this incidental lover. He had always regretted joining the church, but this was the only place to deal with the cults, something he was born to do. She began gasping and moaning as he slid into her. Deciding it was best to investigate further, he began thrusting. He leaned her back and admired her growing breasts and long torso. While the growth would be permanent, the increased sex drive would not. Pity, she needed such a release more often. 
	He felt her bore down on him and tighten around his penis, her shouts getting louder as she approached climax. He felt himself grow closer to orgasm. Normally he would have lasted longer, but a Vicar doesn't get much action. After her climax, he slammed into her, holding her close as he blew his load, grunting with the intensity. As he went to pull out, she held him closer, nothing but lust was in her eyes. He reached up, putting his hand to her cheek, "Be still." 
	Gathering up his clothes, he looked down at the shocked woman. Her hands were feeling the continuing growth of her breasts. They would stop growing at an unknown point in the future. As he put on his clothes, he looked down at her. She didn't return his gaze, ashamed at what she had made a clergy member do. He sat down, deciding to save her the pain that he suspected would happen later if he did nothing. "How about a good confession?" She blushed as she brought up her shirt to cover her enlarging breasts.
	
	As he drove home, satisfied both with himself and his encounter, he made a few phone calls. The type of transformations and their triggers pointed squarely to an ancient Babylonian goddess. That only a proximity to the goddess was required pointed to her physical presence. Most likely she had possessed someone. It was time to make a few calls to the local Vestal Office, he would need the Vestal Virgins and their holy fire. 
	After hanging up the phone, a smile crossed his face. He had gotten Stacy's number after deciding that she needed to "confess" more often.

	Bill awoke bright and early at the crack of 9. He had spent most of the night researching the best way to execute today, but had put the Vestals in a holding pattern as he tried to figure out how and where to find the rampaging goddess. Wherever she was, he would have to burn the goddess out of the poor girl using the holy flame of Vesta. 
	The local flame had been lit from a carefully transported torch lit from the original flame still burning in Rome. That flame had not been extinguished in all the years since the rise of the Roman empire and wherever it went, Vesta, the goddess of the hearth watched, and whatever it touched, she purified. 
	He showered and dressed himself in his usual black shirt and white collar before heading over to the Vestal office. 



	Friday Afternoon

	Nyomi was wedged uncomfortably in her computer chair. Two days prior, it was sufficient for her, but now, she looked nearly comical in the small office chair. Her eyes were intently focused on book balanced on her knees. A large, round belly took up her lap and she had to spread her legs to accommodate, pressing the sides of her thighs into the metal bars supporting the chair's arm rests. She absentmindedly traced a finger around her nipple through the white ribbed fabric of a tank top. The fabric stopped above her bellybutton, showing a crescent of pale flesh above the black pajama pants that were stretched to the limit around her newly wide hips. 
	She brushed a lock of black hair out of her face and tucked it behind an ear with multiple piercings as she studied the ancient tome. This was the same book that she had gotten an energy spell that had gone awry when her roommate opened the door changed the spell from one that revitalized to one that transformed both of the college roommates into fertility priestesses. Nyomi suspected that the accidental intrusion had been less of an accident and more fated to happen. She began suspecting this when a redheaded woman showed up at their door in the midst of a transformation into a she-demon.
	Nyomi put the book down and stood up, her back aching from the additional weight on her chest and midsection. She hiked the pajama pants up her ample bottom and looked down, not used to her added bulk. She tried to pull the shirt down her stomach and frowned when it slowly crept up immediately after being released. It was mid-afternoon and she was trying her best to plan for a counter attack on the ancient power which was slowly spreading over the university and city. Tonight was a full moon and the time when her fertility magic had been at its strongest.
	A muffled giggle and thump came from Sara's room. Sara had been affected in a similar fashion and was sporting her own extra curves. The first hint of what was to come had started in her chest. Her breasts started to slowly fill with milk, inflating out of her current wardrobe. Her small b-cup breasts which had grown to large handfuls and beyond needed to be pumped every few hours lest they start leaking of their own accord. Sara's boyfriend, Jake, appeared to enjoy his girlfriend's new curves and was doing his best to accommodate her pregnant form.
	Nyomi looked down, her breasts were slowly rising up. Sitting back down, she decided that she had a little bit before things got dire and got out another book. Flipping through, she settled on a page showing a myriad of ancient demons and monsters. In the background was a large Babylonian dragon. One red figure to the side caught her eyes, looking like the redheaded woman sleeping on her couch, but further along and with wings. The inscription at the bottom translated to "Tiamat and her Children." 

	Jennifer turned from her side onto her back, jolting awake as her enlarged breasts bounced over and one knocked against her arm. She looked down at her dark pink cleavage. Both the color and the size of her breasts were new and as her tail curled around from under the blanket, the day's events came back to her.
	Jennifer lived in the same apartment complex as the pregnant roommates and was on her way home while she found herself being transformed into a monster that would be part of an ancient goddess's army. Seeing as nearly everyone else on campus had taken part in the orgy and nap, they were most likely monsters themselves. Thankfully, a dose or two of milk from Nyomi had halted her changes, leaving her a well muscled, stacked, and slightly sunburned amazon with cloven hooves and a spade tipped demon tail.
	She swung her legs around and sat up, wincing as she bent her tail the wrong way and shifted to accommodate it. While it seemed to have a mind of its own, she had a growing amount of control over it but didn't always get it to where it needed to be. She stretched, her borrowed shirt rising up above her belly button nestled in the midst of a feminine six-pack before dropping back down.
	An orgasmic moan came from Sara's room, apparently she and her boyfriend were still having fun. She imagined herself caressing the brunette's body, taking in her silky smooth skin with her long fingers, kissing her neck with her black lips and grabbing her large, warm, milky breasts. A light moan escaped Jennifer's lips and she stopped massaging her breast. Blushing, as she lowered her hand back to the couch. 
	Remembering that Sara was not the only other woman in the house, her mind drifted to Nyomi's soft form. A wicked smile crossed her face as she stood and headed towards Nyomi's room. Moving silently despite her hard cloven hooves, she crept to the door and slowly pushed the door open. Peeking through the crack in the slightly opened door, she saw Nyomi sitting with her back to the door amidst a sea of paper and books. It looked like a tornado hit an ancient library as books and parchment were strewn about on every horizontal surface except the bed. 
	Picking her way among the ancient paper, she made her way towards the computer chair. Feeling a change in air pressure, Nyomi looked up to see Jennifer standing behind her, a shy smile on her face and her tail swishing about her feet. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier," she said, her voice going husky, "I really appreciate it. And if there's anything you need help with, let me know." 
	She put her hands on Nyomi's shoulders and started rubbing. As Nyomi dropped her head at the massage, Jennifer purred, "I do mean anything." Her hands dropped lower, and not sensing any protest from Nyomi, she began massaging her breasts. Pressing her hands into the warm flesh, she lowered herself down and Nyomi leaned her head back onto the other woman's large chest.
	Nyomi gasped when Jennifer's hands started to pinch and tug at her nipples through the white fabric. She pulled Jennifer's hands off of her nipples and dragged them south. "I have been feeling some tension in this area," Nyomi said, encouraging the other woman to massage her swollen belly. Jennifer felt a sensual warmth radiating off of the taut skin that seeped into her hands. She spun the chair around and pressed her lips against Nyomi's. They broke apart and Nyomi pulled Jennifer closer for another kiss. 
	Nyomi stood up and wrapped her arms around the red woman, reaching behind and pulling up her shirt. Getting the hint, Jennifer finished taking off her shirt and dropped her skirt. She then knelt down and put her lips on the wet spot on the white tank top and wrung out the milk with her teeth and tongue. She put her fingertips on the waistband and tugged south, not feeling any panties underneath the soft cotton material. 
	By now, Nyomi's breasts had begun to leak milk at an increasing rate and the wet spots extended nearly to the bottom of her shirt. Jennifer knelt lower and took the bottom of the shirt in her teeth. She peeled the wet fabric up over Nyomi's large, dark nipples. She put her lips on the nipple and began sucking. Nyomi moaned as she felt a quick burst of pressure and release as the milk began flowing in earnest. With draw after draw, the milk drained out and the other breast began leaking just as fast. Feeling the warm liquid slide down her large belly, she stood Jennifer up before tossing her down onto a clear spot on the bed. Nyomi put her hands on Jennifer's muscular thighs and spread them apart. Lowering herself to her knees besides the bed, she began kissing the reddish skin of Jennifer's inner thighs.
	Jennifer shivered when Nyomi nibbled on the soft skin and then brushed her soft lips against the read labia. Nyomi felt the heat radiating from the other woman's intimate region and then began kissing the other girls clitoral hood before toying with the clit with her tongue. Almost immediately Nyomi felt warm juices leak out against her chin and Jennifer began to moan, climaxing this soon into the engagement. She realized that she was getting wet herself, but not entirely from the arousal. Her breasts had not stopped leaking and the milk was running down her naked body before dripping onto the carpet below. 
	As she brought Jennifer to climax, she stuck her tongue between her vaginal lips and began drinking in her sweet juices. She played her tongue around the entrance and pressed her tongue stud on to Jennifer's clitoris, eliciting a gasp as the smooth metal made contact. "No, you need to get up here, let me thank you properly." 
	Nyomi stood up and was surprised that the girl laying on her bed could get any redder. Obviously coming down from a much needed sexual release, her large firm breasts were rising and falling with each deep breath. She lowered her eyes to Nyomi's leaking breasts and slick belly and said "I see I'm not done yet."
	Nyomi was surprised when the tail whipped up behind the small of her back and pulled her down, forcing her on top of the waiting body. Jennifer gently pulled Nyomi up until her nipple was directly above her mouth and then she latched on. Intent on draining all of the sweet liquid. Nyomi gasped when she felt something press against the entrance of her vagina and moaned as it entered. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jennifer's tail arcing over and behind her, disappearing between her legs. She felt the tip change shape as it slid in and out, compressing from a spade shape to a round mass that filled her completely. 
	"Aren't you just full of surprises?" Nyomi moaned. She felt Jennifer lift her up and shift her over, having finished with one breast and deciding to start on the other. Jennifer's hands moved up and down Nyomi's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers wherever they went. The feelings of warmth in her chest spread downwards, joining with the pleasurable warmth spreading from her groin. When the two met, she arched her back and screamed in ecstasy. After panting a few times, she rolled over onto the bed, her body slick with sweat and milk. She looked over at her new sweat soaked friend and asked "Shower?"
	Nyomi shifted to one side so that the tail could slide out of her and dangle off the edge of the bed, its surface slick with her juices. Jennifer looked over and replied, "I think I'd like that, lets go cool down, I'm a little warm." 
	As they headed towards the shower, Nyomi looked down, pouting a little at her deflated D-cup breasts. They were still very perky, hiding any hint that just before they had been nearly triple their current volume. Now she could see the curve of her belly clearly. It stuck out quite a bit and the curve stretched from the bottom of her sternum all the way to her groin. She rubbed the bottom of her pregnant belly as she walked to her bathroom, passing the assorted parts and cups for a manual hand pump that would go unused for a little while longer. She flipped on the shower water to luke warm and pulled Jennifer into the shower after her.
	
	After dressing in the robe she had discarded earlier, Nyomi ducked out the front door of the complex. The lawn was overgrown with wild flowers and vines had crept up the side of the building. Hoping nobody would drive by looking for the residence of fertility priestesses, she knelt by a small sapling and put her hands over it. She mumbled a few words and then stood back, watching the plant grow to a ram-rod straight 6 foot height. When the tree had finished growing, she snapped off the leaves and put her hands around the 2 inch diameter. With swift tug, the length of wood had pulled out of the ground. She beat the small root ball against the step and knocked the dirt off of it. After pulling a hand saw out of her pocket, she trimmed off the tip and a few small branches that shot off of the main trunk. 
	As she headed back in doors, she gave Jennifer's muscular ass a quick squeeze and walked over to Sara's door. With a few quick knocks from the staff, the noise on the other side died down. "Ok lovers, come on out, I have something for Jake." 
	After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a shirtless Jake and a very buxom Sara wrapped only in a towel. Nyomi's eyes went to the large partially covered chest. "Haven't you been pumping?" 
	Sara's cheeks reddened a little as she said "Jake likes them big, so I've been seeing how big they'll go." Indeed, it was obvious from the massive globes bound by the towel that she had been neglecting her milkings. There were no stretch marks on what was showing and Nyomi knew that there wouldn't be any below the towel. The hanging towel barely touched Sara's pregnant belly, which contrasted with Nyomi's very pregnant form and drained breasts. Sara's brown hair was shiny and partially wet with sweat from the afternoon's exertions. 
	"Here, take this staff, its infused with the fertility magic and should be an effective weapon against anything we encounter." Jake took the staff and hefted it in his hands, noting how it was light, yet strong. 
	Sara winced and loosened the towel a little, still coping with what had to be an unbearable amount of pressure and soreness welling up inside her breasts. Throughout the afternoon, her boyfriend would massage the breasts to redistribute everything and relieve the pressure temporarily, but now, the half-gallon of milk inside each breast was pushing her to her limit. 
	Noticing the expression, Jennifer silently moved behind Sara and put her arms on the girls shoulders, leaning in to whisper sweet nothings and offerings of assistance into the brunette's ear. Nyomi pulled Jake aside and redirected his attention to the wooden staff as Sara dropped the towel a little, revealing her engorged tits capped by large dark nipples. Her eyes were closed as Jennifer nibbled on her ear and caressed her chest with both hands. 
	"I hope you know how to use this, we should go practice real quick."
	Nyomi was envious of the she-demon's ability to entice any willing participant into fantastic sex, overcoming their hangups about intimate contact with another woman or demon. She turned to Jake, whose attentions had returned to the scene in the doorway. The bulge in his pants revealed that he didn't mind what was going on very much. By now, Sara was completely naked, the curve of her belly did not look out of place, nestled between wider hips. Her breasts had started to leak and her legs were wide, allowing Jennifer to fondle her privates. Jennifer looked up to Nyomi for approval and got a slight nod. With that, Sara was flipped around and black lips were fastened on a nipple. 
	Ever since the transformation, Jennifer had an endless appetite for the soothing milk and was greedily draining Sara at a surprising rate. Sara looked down and made a motion to remove Jennifer, hoping to keep her breasts large and full of milk. She was stopped when Jennifer's tail moved into position and penetrated her, thrusting in and out in rhythm with the suckling. Sara was lost in the pleasure once more. 
	Nyomi pulled on Jake's arm and led him out the door. When they were in the front of the building, she had him run through a few classic poses. He looked like something out of a Bruce Lee film, swirling around with precise motions that looked like a mix between ballet and bar room brawling. She picked up a few pebbles and tossed them at the back of his head. With a series of loud knocks, he brought the staff up behind his head to deflect the incoming stones before they found their mark. She raised an eyebrow and thought that his girlfriend's milk was doing his body good. His toned body glistened in the late afternoon sun as his shoulders rose and fell rapidly after the exercise. The milk enrichment spell she had cast on Sara's breasts the previous night had taken full effect and Jake would be more than capable of dealing with almost anything they came up against.
	By the time they were back in the apartment, Sara was dressed, her eyes turned down and she was pouting at how small her breasts had gotten. Jennifer had mischievous grin as she put on her clothes, sliding into the skirt much easier this time. It was clear she had almost full control of her tail now. 
	Nyomi went into her room and returned with a notepad and a few dog-eared tomes. She had changed into a loose t-shirt and dress, a sweater hanging over her arm in case she needed to cover up later. Shoving the books into Jake's arms, she grabbed the keys to her car and left, motioning for everyone to follow. As she opened the door, she looked at the drivers seat and decided it would be best to not have the steering wheel jammed into her belly. She took the books from Jake and handed him the keys. 
	Sara and Nyomi spread out in the back seat of the car and Jennifer slid into the passenger's seat, shifting the seat back a little so her knees didn't knock against the dash. From the back seat, Nyomi commanded, "Lets go to the university, see what we can see. After that, dinner? Who else is hungry?"
	Jake put the car in gear and started driving the familiar route to the campus. Jennifer turned around with a worried look in her eyes. Reading the expression, Nyomi answered, "Don't worry, you'll be fine, you have enough milk in you to keep a whole mess of people safe." 
	Sara was pleased as she looked down, noting that her breasts had once again filled the D-cup nursing bra. She tentatively prodded them and then set her hands back down, pleased with the growth. She had loved her body before she started looking like a living fertility statue, but she loved her full curves and supple body even more now. 
	"So, what are we looking for?" Sara asked. 
	"Anything that is wrong, magically. You felt the magic before on campus, but if its gone, we'll have to track it down."
	As they approached the campus, there was a thin ribbon of dark smoke stretching into the sky from the middle of campus. After parking the car and getting out, they headed towards it, figuring that the fire would be where they would find Tiamat. 
	Laying in the grass by the sidewalk on the way to the fire, they saw what looked like a black pile of fabric, roughly the size of a woman. As they got closer, they heard orgasmic moans coming from it. They hurried up and Jake almost tripped over an extinguished torch that was laying nearby.
	Sara carefully rolled the women onto her back. She was wearing a nun's habit which was strained about her chest. Her eyes were closed and her face was red with heat and pleasure. From the look of her face, she couldn't be more than early twenties. Her hands furiously kneaded and massaged her breasts. Nyomi pushed her hands aside long enough to undo the front of the habit, revealing a shirt that had long since been torn by the growing breasts. Nyomi quickly looked around for onlookers before she reached under her own shirt. She massaged her breast a little and carefully pulled her hand out with a drop of breast milk hanging off of her index finger. When the nun opened her mouth, Nyomi quickly touched the drop to her tongue. 
	Almost immediately, she calmed down, her hands stopped kneading before she took a few deep breaths. Her breasts had not stopped expanding, there was nothing to be done about that. Her eyes opened and she looked at the awaiting faces. "We have failed, it is up to you to stop her, Fertility Priestesses."

	End of Chapter 5