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 6

	Friday Afternoon

	
	Hazel knew this was a mistake, her brow was knitted in concentration as she wiped the sweat from the bit of her forehead that was visible under her the white headband of her habit. Fragrant smoke rose from a fire built in a large, shallow bronze bowl set up in the middle of the university green. About the legs supporting the brazier, blocks of incense were piled amongst stacks of firewood. She scanned around again, looking for the monsters or their goddess. The befouled humans had retreated when the Vestals approached with torches lit from the sacred fire of Vesta, a flame that had burnt continuously back to the origins of the Roman Empire.
	The vicar mopped his brow with a white handkerchief that he stuffed back into his pocket before throwing a few more logs and incense into the blaze. He had been dispatched by the Church of England when a retired Vestal who was working in a maternity store had reported that the fertility cult had a new priestess. Initially he was supposed to track down the priestess and determine the purpose of her summoning, but when an ancient goddess began tainting the local citizens, his focus shifted.
	Hazel looked around at the other Vestal virgins; there were three others present, each sweating into their black habits. Normally they would tend to the flame in the Vestal Altar, but they lit torches and set up a temporary sacred fire here. While not like traditional nuns in that they would retire after a year of service, they did have to partake in the usual temporary vows of poverty and chastity. The chastity vow was the more important as they lost the blessing and protection of Vesta when they broke it. The Catholic Church had silently absorbed the cult of Vesta when Rome converted to Christianity, but they were working with an Anglican vicar who specialized in keeping tabs on the occult.
	She adjusted her spaghetti strap shirt underneath her habit. There was no need for a bra as her breasts had never grown very large. She had what under the best of conditions would be described as "Athletic," under the worst? "Boyish." Hazel had joined the Vestals because her mother and sisters had all taken the temporary vows and she didn't want to let them down. Her olive complexion belied an Italian descent and she suspected her great grandmother may have been one of the Vestals that brought the flame over from Rome. 
	After she got out of the Vestals, she hoped to finish her degree and work a few years before settling down to raise a family. She had to break her relationship off with her boyfriend before entering the order, and she was still a virgin, though she did let him see her topless once. He had fondled and sucked her breasts, driving her wild with desire. Though her breasts were small, she discovered that they were sensitive. She had to put all that behind her to devote a year to the Lord and suppressed any natural feelings of lust she may have had. 
	The oldest Vestal present was six months older than Hazel. Laura was almost ready to leave the order. Sandra would be her replacement. Laura was instructing Sandra in the proper ratio of wood to incense. While they were devoted entirely to the Lord, the fine art of being a Vestal involved keeping one of his servants, Vesta happy with a constantly burning hearth. In return, she provided protection and good fortune to those who could properly stoke her flames. 
	Shannon took of her headpiece, letting her dirty blond hair dry out a little. Her freckles and round face belied an Irish heritage. They were all tending to the flame, hoping to create the ideal fire before the Goddess returned. 
	
	A hot and heavy menace made itself felt from the south. They all turned to face the goddess. She had not summoned her minions yet, but she was still a force to be dealt with. The four vestals pulled their torches from the rim of the bowl and stood in a line to face her. 
	A sultry voice echoed off of the surrounding buildings. "Do you really think that dried up old hag will protect you?" Tiamat sauntered closer. Any feature or remnant of the woman she was possessing was gone. What was approaching was all ancient Babylonian goddess. Her white shirt rippled in a slight breeze that didn't reach the sweltering bonfire. 
	"Where have all the innocents gone? I don't see a single untouched woman here." The vestals looked at each other. In order to get in to the order, they needed confirmation of their virginity. Laura blushed a little, her eyes darting back to the Vicar.
	By the time they collected themselves, Tiamat was right in front of them. Her face showed no malice, only amused curiosity. As Tiamat's eyes settled on Hazel, memories of that evening with her ex-boyfriend returned. She could feel pleasure radiate from her small chest. When Tiamat's eyes shifted to the next Vestal, Hazel quickly collected herself and raised her torch. By Shannon's reaction, it was clear that she was reliving some other past tryst. Laura didn't fare any better, her knees nearly buckling at the memory. Only Sandra remained undaunted, apparently she really was untouched.
	They took a step back, hoping to draw Tiamat closer to the bonfire. She stepped closer to Shannon and put her hand in the flame of her torch. "I don't know how Vesta suffers your service, for your night of pleasure, you shall always have a reminder." A flash of worry crossed Shannon's face as she took a step back. She dropped her extinguished torch. There was a tearing sound that came from the shorts she wore under the habit. Her hands flew to her ass. A moan escaped her lips. She was reliving her night of anal sex. There were no secrets between the girls and they were aware that she had been penetrated before joining. 
	"You never repented, you never felt the need to cleanse that from your soul." A worried look crossed Laura's face as she watched the poor girl's ass expand to voluptuous proportions. Shannon was stripping out of her habit. Her ripped shorts still hung around her waist. The Vicar was paralyzed, his eyes fixated on the poor girl's expanding ass. By now, Shannon was spinning around, hoping to get a better view of the action. Her hips widened to accommodate the spreading ass. 
	"Help me, make it stop! I repent!"
	"Oh, its too late for that now, the damage is done." 
	Shannon looked up, her eyes pleading. By now, she looked distinctly pear shaped and her ass was spreading beyond the realm of believability. By the time the Vicar had collected himself and strode over, her ass cheeks were the size of basketballs. Bill put his hand on her head and said "Be still." When nothing happened, he pulled out his bible and tried again, "In the name of the Lord, be still." 
	Her ass was still growing, and all he managed to do was draw Tiamat's gaze. "Oh, you're an interesting one, I'll get to you later." The Vicar shrunk back, his unconfessed sins weighing heavy on his heart.
	Laura's gaze was stripped from the squealing Vestal when Tiamat approached her. "What are you doing here? You aren't any kind of virgin." Laura's eyes pleaded with Tiamat. "Yeah, when were you going to tell your sisters that you were pregnant?" 
	Laura's gaze went south, feeling something stir in her womb. A look of disbelief crossed her eyes. "Yes, you have been a naughty little nun." The Vestal's eyes closed in pleasure, reliving the orgasm that she had a few weeks ago. After a few heavy pants her eyes opened, reality flooding back in to her mind. Laura's hands flew to her belly, hoping to contain the growth. Almost immediately, her habit began tenting out, supported by her growing girth. 
	"Oh God, my term was supposed to be up a month ago..." her complaint interrupted by a worried yelp from Shannon. By now her ass cheeks were the size of beanbag chairs and were supporting her weight. Laura suppressed a moan as her internal organs shifted, making room for the growing life in her womb. Everything was surprisingly pleasant if a bit hot. "Oh my, aren't you lucky? Triplets." 
	Laura felt something change inside her, the growth was more rapid. Where before she had felt one head pressing into her side, now there were three. The clasps that held her habit closed were beginning to break, revealing her swelling dome of a belly. With a muffled pop, her belly button inverted, changing to an outie. She sunk to her knees, unable to adjust to her changing center of gravity. She undid her habit, the whole of her body drenched in sweat. She broke from the pleasure of the expansion to turn to the Vicar, "You Bastard! I CONFESSED!"
	"Sorry honey, it takes a whole lot more than that to restore a broken vow," Tiamat replied.
	By now, Tiamat had turned to Sandra and extinguished her torch. Though now she was holding her hand as if burnt. "Lust my dear, is still a sin." Sandra looked uncomfortable. The Vicar had seen this before, in fact he had seen this just the previous night. Though now he did not feel that he could help her like he helped the bombshell after ravishing her in the changing room. She turned around, pulling her habit over her head. Sandra sauntered over towards Bill, nothing but lust in her eyes. 
	Shannon could only watch helplessly from her seat, screaming at Sandra to stop and come to her senses. The Vicar didn't struggle, responding only to the burning lust welling up within Sandra.
	Tiamat turned to Hazel who had backed up almost to the bonfire. "You have been the cleanest of the whores, but I still get to have fun with you." The goddess walked over to the bronze metal bowl and pushed it over with a single hand. The logs and incense spread on the lawn. Even though Hazel knew that they had failed, she bravely held her torch between her and Tiamat, as if the sacred flame would ward off her power. 
	The Vicar and Sandra had stripped and were engaging in hot, passionate sex. Hazel knew they would pass out and awaken to the hideously painful changes that awaited the participants of Tiamat's orgy. There was nothing she could do for them. Laura had recovered and was attempting to help Shannon up, and the comical sight the hugely pregnant woman tugging on Shannon's arms nearly made her laugh. 
	"You have always been under-endowed, consider this a gift from your Aunty Tiamat." Hazel took a step back, feeling an unseen lover's hands caress her chest. She flushed, trying to push out the sensation. Dodging the spilled embers, she started to run towards the parking lot, hoping to make it back to her car while she could still move. All the while, the invisible hands tortured and squeezed her breasts. The pleasure was growing and she could no longer tune it out. 
	She leaned up against a tree as she gasped for air, both from the run and from the impending orgasm. She looked over her shoulder and saw the raven haired woman gloat over the couple. Laura was helping Shannon walk in the opposite direction, Shannon's massive ass cheeks gyrating with every step. Hazel's knees went weak and she screamed in ecstasy as she released months of pent up sexual frustration. She looked at the torch, noting that it had gone out with her orgasm. She tossed it aside and slid down to her knees, not able to walk any further as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her. She was vaguely aware that the hands had more flesh to play with and she put her hands to her chest, feeling the rising flesh move and ripple with each phantom caress. She laid on the grass and gave in completely to the pleasure, unable to do anything else. Her last thought before passing into a state of sexual bliss was "This was a bad idea."

	Hazel knew nothing but the pleasure as the hands caressed her breasts and tugged her nipples. It seemed like an eternity that she lied there, unable to think or move. she felt one of the hands trace its way down her firm stomach, dragging its fingertips along the smooth skin. Her hands moved up to her more sensitive chest and clutched her breasts in her hands, kneading them like rising bread dough. She briefly opened her eyes and saw that the black fabric of the habit had risen above her chest, supported by her rising titflesh. While her hands felt like they were holding fleshy grapefruit, it appeared as though there was an all black mountain range on her chest. 
	Her considerations were cut short as the phantom hand had passed her belly button and slid through her pubic hair towards her waiting vagina. She gasped and moaned as it parted her labia and began to put pressure on her clitoris. The finger felt slick with her juices as it slid back and forth. A bolt of pleasure shot from her groin up to her breasts and she involuntarily clutched them, feeling a sudden expansion push back against her fingers. A bit of pressure built up inside her clitoris along with the pleasure and she felt it pulse with her heartbeat. She screamed out as the fingers gently tweaked her clit and gave it a slight squeeze. Before too long, she was in the throes of another orgasm, unable to make it stop, but wishing only to rest.
	After the orgasm subsided, the hand moved back up to her breast, but she felt something new against her clit. The soft fabric of her underwear rubbed against her clit and a flash of realization crossed her mind: the hands made her clitoris grow enough that it would always be engorged and rub against her underwear. Before she could curse Tiamat for that, the hands returned to her swelling breasts and sent her off into a sea of bliss.

	The pleasure had traveled up and down her spine and to every part of her body, tingling and pulsing. At a taste of something sweet and creamy in her mouth, the pleasure retreated and the hands disappeared. She looked up and saw a woman with pale skin, black hair, and a nose piercing looking back at her. There were others, a pregnant brunette, a red-skinned she-demon, and a man holding a long stick. She glanced down at the woman kneeling over her and saw that she too, was pregnant. A flash of realization crossed over her and she pronounced "We have failed, it is up to you to stop her, Fertility Priestesses."
	Hazel was aware of the tightness around her chest and saw that the black fabric was pulled tight around her breasts. As she shifted up to her elbows, the fabric of her panties rubbed against her engorged clit and she flushed, making a mental note to move slower next time. "My name is Hazel, thank you for stopping Tiamat's curse, I am forever in your debt." 

	Sara looked down at the nun and wondered at what must have been happening to the poor woman. A fluttering in her stomach brought her thoughts back to herself. A few days prior, she had been a fairly pretty, slim college girl with a loving boyfriend and a best friend for a roommate. Now she and her roommate were fertility priestesses, somehow enchanted with the oh-so-powerful abilities to lactate and grow rapidly pregnant in a day's time. She had witnessed an orgy spread across campus during finals and watched as her roommate's knowledge of the situation stopped another girl, Jennifer, from transforming fully into a minion of Tiamat. 
	Whatever power had affected Jennifer was also at play with Hazel. After they made their introductions, Hazel filled them in on the failed attempt at cleansing the grounds of Tiamat's influence. Nyomi sat on the ground and absentmindedly caressed her swelling midsection. She shifted the hem of her dress down further, revealing a crescent of flesh and her popped out belly button. As Hazel described the actions of the hands, Nyomi's nipples hardened and tented the fabric of the t-shirt a little. Jennifer was sitting next to Nyomi, her spade-tipped tail wrapped around Nyomi's side. 
	Meanwhile, Jake was caressed Sara's thighs, slightly surprised at the extra muscle and mass put on by his girlfriend in the past day or so. She closed her eyes as his hand slid up her skirt and missed the conversation about the history of the vestal flame. She laid her head on Jake's strong shoulder and let Nyomi handle the situation. 
	"That settles it, we have to go to the library." Sara opened her eyes and looked at Nyomi who was getting some assistance with getting upright from Jennifer. "The library? Finals are over, what could possibly be there besides books?"
	"That's precisely it, where do you think I've been getting all of my spell books? There's an old office on the top floor and I've been borrowing from it to figure out what's going on," replied Nyomi.
	"And get us into this mess," thought Sara. She stood up and adjusted her skirt so that the hem wouldn't bite into her skin and began heading off with Nyomi in the direction of the library.
	
	Along the way, Sara saw Hazel appear to have trouble walking and went over to help her stay upright. Becoming top heavy in a short amount of time is tough, doubly so after seeing your friends get hit with so much more. Before she reached the nun, Sara heard a muffled moan from her and saw her flush. 
	"Do you... Need help?" Sara asked. Hazel looked up, her hands still on her chest. "No, I'll be fine," she gasped.
	There was the sound of massive wings flapping through the air and they looked up to see a blue harpy land in front of them. Her skin was covered in feathers and wings emerged from her back. The wind-demon's feet were curved talons and she stalked forward towards the group. Her almond shaped eyes were fixated on Jennifer, "So, you think you can escape your fate? Tiamat will be most angry with your disobedience."
	A flash of recognition crossed over Jennifer's face. "Oh god! Mary! Is that you?" Nyomi shot a glance at Jake and he instantly got the hint. He took a step forward and gripped his staff. Instantly, the creature flapped her wings and lifted a few feet into the air. As she readied her clawed talons to dig into Jake's flesh, he brought his staff up and connected solidly with the side of her head. 
	She crumpled onto the ground and Jennifer rushed over to her transformed friend. She was still breathing but she wasn't moving beyond that. As she stroked Mary's face, the feathers began to fall out in her hands and the wings began to shrink. Nyomi walked up and put a hand on Jennifer's shoulder. "She'll be fine soon enough, but she'll wake up with one hell of a head ache, back ache, foot ache and, just about everything ache."
	Jennifer looked up, not wanting to leave her friend vulnerable out in the open, so she and Jake dragged Mary into the hallway of a nearby building where she would be out of sight while she came to. By the time they got to the library, a few more demons had appeared and had been similarly dispatched by Jake's staff or Jennifer's hard cloven hooved feet. Sara and Nyomi stood back and watched the action, appreciating the show as Hazel tried her best to stay upright and moving. 
	 
	After they entered the library, they were greeted by a scene of devastation. Clothes, books, backpacks, and papers were all strewn about. There wasn't a single body to be found, but the hot and heavy taint of Tiamat still hung heavy in the air.
	The party stopped for a rest at the stairs and Sara looked up, dreading the trip up with her heavily laden breasts. Sure she had a nursing bra on, but she was overflowing it and it was doing less good by the minute. She watched Jennifer and Nyomi sat together and talked, Nyomi's hand rested on Jennifer's Knee. Hazel had excused herself to use the restroom and had his arm around Sara's shoulder and cupped her slowly filling breast. 
	He slowly began to massage the flesh, redistributing the milk inside and relieving some of the pressure. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, allowing him to use both hands as he gently rubbed the flesh towards her nipples. Sara moaned and whispered "Not like that, you'll make me start..." her complaint was interrupted by a moan as there was a quick bit of pressure behind her nipples and then relief as she felt the milk squeeze out of her nipples. The padding of the nursing bra grew warm and wet as it began to absorb her milk. 
	She gave him a quick look of death but went back to enjoying the massage, even if she would have to discard the padding from the bra soon. She put a hand on his thigh and began massaging upwards, feeling the warmth of his leg through his jeans. Her hand hit a bump and she wrapped her hand around his hardening member through the material. 

	Hazel pushed open the restroom door and went into a stall. The lights were still on and there was less clothes, but someone had still managed to have a tryst in here as well. She pushed her way into the handicapped stall and locked the partition door. As she looked in the mirror, her new endowments pressed lewdly into the black fabric. She quickly undid the clasps of the habit and was hit with a gust of cool air. 
	After stripping out of her garment, she draped it over the divider and looked down at herself. Her canary spaghetti strap shirt was also stretched and her new breasts overflowed the top of the fabric as well. She took off the shirt to reveal her large breasts. Her nipples hardened in the cool air and she cupped them, their mass overflowing her hands. There was a flash of pleasure as her hands made contact with the warm flesh. She looked in the mirror and saw the flesh bulge a little in her hands. There was another bit of pleasure and her breasts increased in size again. 
	She released her hands and let her breasts dangle. They stopped growing. Obviously Tiamat had left longer lasting effects than she thought. A flash of pleasure from her groin interrupted her thoughts as she slid her shorts and panties down to her thighs. In the mirror, she saw that her clitoris stuck out a quarter of an inch from her labial folds. The cold air hitting it sent a shiver up her spine and she took a few steps back towards the toilet. 
	As she sat down, she put a hand between her legs and began massaging her engorged clitoris. It didn't take long for her to have to grip the hand-rail to steady herself in the heat of an orgasm. As she leaned back and rested, she felt her clit shrink back to its normal size. She pulled up her shorts as she stood and gathered her shirt from the sink. On the way out, she borrowed a sweatshirt from the floor and put it on to cover herself. She pleasantly noted that she would be able to walk unhindered for now.
	
	By the time Hazel had returned to the group, Nyomi and Jennifer were making out and Jake had Sara half out of her shirt. Hazel cleared her throat and waited. The couples came out of their passion and looked at her. "Ok, we should get going," Hazel announced.
	She heard footsteps behind her and turned. Sauntering towards them was a very pleased looking Vicar Bill. His eyes fixed at the large mounds on her chest and said "My my, Tiamat has been good to you." He faced the rest of the group and cleared his throat. 
	Puffing himself up to look as regal and priestly as he could, he surveyed his audience and began "Mistress Tiamat wishes to inform you that if you will renounce your fealty to your patron gods, she will arrange for your freedom. After which, you may leave, unharmed provided that you do not interfere with her affairs." He looked pleased with his delivery and waited for the words to sink in. 
	Nyomi glanced at Hazel and Jennifer and then got unspoken consent from Sara. "Go to hell."

	Bill hadn't expected that response from the priestesses. He was certain that just days before, they had been thin, attractive, untethered college co-eds. Now they were full of life and milk, their bodies filling with magic that they didn't want or understand. By tonight's full moon, the magic would run its course and if they had gotten this far, at least one of the priestesses knew what lay ahead for them. 
	As he stood there, he felt a pair of invisible lips kiss him on the neck. He looked around and put his hand on the mark. It began to burn and sent fire coursing through his veins. "You said I would be unharmed! You gave your word!" he yelled into the mostly empty library. A voice echoed in reply "You will be unharmed, but not unchanged. Priestesses, turn back now." 
	Hazel stood, but the brunette stopped her, shaking her head that approaching him was a bad idea. Bill felt the fire flow up his neck and into his scalp. His brown hair flowed out and fell into his face. The hand he wasn't holding his neck with began tugging at his collar, trying to pry it open. As the flames licked down his body, he felt the burning intensify around his nipples. The fabric of his undershirt seemed to irritate and grate on them and he hastily pulled his shirts over his head, desperate for relief from the magical fire coursing through his soul. 
	There were gasps as they saw his shoulders narrow and his rib cage shrink. He looked down and saw that his nipples were puffed out and expanding. Little balls of fire were centered behind them as they were pushed out further and further by what could only be tit flesh. The fire went further down and centered on his pelvis. His voice cracked as he groaned at the widening sensation. The seat of his pants hadn't been tailored for such things and began to tear. 
	When the fire reached his penis, he felt an external pressure as his cock shrank in size and his testicles were pushed into him. By now his moans were higher pitched and husky, some part of his mind was rebelling against the change, but it was being pushed out by a fiery new form, one that was enjoying the changes and turning the painful fire into hot pleasure. 
	That part willed his hands to start roaming over her new smooth skin. She cupped her expanding breasts and moaning in pleasure at their sensitivity. By now, she had a near perfect hour glass shape and beautiful teardrop tits. Her skin darkened to a uniform tan and the new woman looked up at the group with disdain. 
	"We can have priestesses, too," she said, raising a finger at Hazel. "Will you join us?" she asked as fiery warmth spread along her arm and centered at her fingertip. Before she could bring Hazel into the fold, Jake leapt towards her, his staff behind his back. 
	Right before his feet planted themselves on the ground, he brought his staff around, aiming for her shoulders. She brought her other hand up and caught it, allowing the energy she had just gathered to block the staff's purifying influence. "Is that all?" she mocked. "I just don't see why Tiamat fears you so much if all you're going to do is bat at her with twigs." She pushed back, causing Jake to stumble back.
	"Forgetting Someone?" She became aware that someone had snuck around behind her. Before the hoof could connect with the back of her head, the priestess smiled and winked out of existence. Transporting herself safely away from the group. Tiamat's message had been delivered and these little girls understood that they were out of their league.

	Nyomi looked at the rest of her group. They were looking at each other with fear in their eyes. Nobody had expected that much power from anybody but the goddess. "We have to get to the office."

	The trip up the stairs was a hard one for the three newly endowed ladies. They didn't dare take the elevator and every step caused their chests to bounce. Sara and Nyomi were dealing with added weight on their pelvises. The growth of their bellies had accelerated and Nyomi could swear she felt her waist grow wider with every flight of stairs. When they had left the apartment, they both looked as though they were entering their second trimester and could probably pull off overweight to an untrained eye. Now, they were clearly pregnant. 
	The bouncing caused Nyomi's breasts to ache and she brought her hand up to steady them. Encountering wet spots where she had started leaking into her shirt. She gritted her teeth and continued up. When they arrived at the top flight of stairs, she opened the door to the boiler room and turned to the group. "Wait here, I'll just be a second."
	She pulled her shirt down over her belly but it immediately began creeping up over the smooth skin. She saw Sara wince as her belly shifted with internal movement. As she crossed the boiler room, Nyomi idly wondered why she hadn't been feeling any movement in her own womb and nearly tripped over a book turned to an empty page. There was a hot menace all over the book and Nyomi knelt to examine it.
	There were indents where someone had used the page for a rubbing, but the charcoal was gone. She picked it up and flipped though, marking the page with a piece of paper from the desk. There were hand drawn diagrams of Babylonian art and legends, some in ink, some in charcoal. She put the tome on the desk and went for another, more familiar tome. This one radiated a cool, calming power that felt like moonlight on an autumn day. 
	She slipped the books into a canvas bag she had left behind on some previous occasion and headed back out to the group. 
	"So, what now?"
	"Lets get going, we have a lot to do before sunset."

	End of Chapter 6