Caution: The following story contains entirely gratuitous amounts of voluptuous weight gain, more boobulosity than there can be any decent use for whatsoever, and a poorly-conceived of magical world in which the laws of the universe (and the fact that this is that kind of story, after all) conspire to blow up more than a couple of bright-eyed and lusty young maidens into a state of such utter curvaceousness as to strain one's very imagination.� So there you go.� If any of that stuff sounds potentially bothersome or offensive to you, then you should probably go read one of the numerous other fine works of fantasy out there that don't try to answer the question of what happens when a woman turns herself over to the Goddess of Fertility.� If buxom and comely heroines are what you're after though, with just a dash of sapphism thrown in, then by all means, gentle reader, please do continue on.

Io and the Goddess of Fertility

by: Kodos

����������� Io stood before the gates of the Great Temple of the Goddess, amazed that she was finally here, amazed that this could possibly be real, and that of all the young women of her tribe, of all the young women of the entire world, that she had been the one chosen for this honor.� The towering marble columns on either side of the portal glowed softly in the fading sunlight, their silver inlays gleaming as if some secret fire burned within them.� The gate itself was carved from a single massive piece of ivory, or at least so the travelers who came to her village had said, and every inch of it was covered with carvings; a few words in the plain language of her people, along with intricate symbols which she had no knowledge of, but which still conveyed an ancient power, and images of things both mundane and sublime.� There were pictures of tall, ripe wheat ready for the harvest, it's stalks bowing under the weight of the grain they carried, fat cattle contentedly grazing in the midst of a gently rolling field, an enormously pregnant woman, her breasts lusciously heavy with milk, smiling with serene satisfaction, and above them all, the Moon, the giver of all fertility, all new life and richness of the earth, shining down upon a prosperous and grateful world.

����������� For a moment, Io was certain that this must be a dream; this place, it was for women chosen by the Goddess.� Women who were wise, who were brave in battle, who bore some token of the Goddess's favor were summoned here, not simple folk like her, who scratched out a living in the thin soil of the distant steppes.� And yet- here she was.� All her life, Io had lived among her mother's people, driving their yaks across the barren lands and suffering through cold and wretched winters.� It was not an easy life; Io's skin was bronzed by long exposure to the cold northern sun, while she was young her hair was as white as the columns of the temple, and though she was strong, there was not a pound of flesh in her body that was not tempered for strength and for enduring.� It seemed like a lifetime ago that her journey had begun, but she knew it had hardly been a month that she had left that life behind.�

����������� A robed woman, tall and imposing had called at her mother's yurt.� Io had been summoned for; she still remembered the way the stranger had looked through her with piercing eyes for a moment that seemed to contain within it all infinity.� Io had been so frightened that she had to look away, and the woman reached into the many folds of her cloak and drew something out from it, before looking again at Io, more warmly this time.

����������� �Yes, you are the one I am sent for.� You must hasten to the holy city,� the stranger said as she pressed something small and heaving into the palm of Io's hand, �When you arrive, show this ring to the guards and they will welcome you.� Take these coins as well; you have a long journey ahead.�

����������� �What could anyone in the holy city want with me?� Io asked in disbelief, �What use could the Goddess have for me?�

����������� �Our old Priestess is dead, our new one will soon take her place,� the stranger said, �She is yet young, and will need help, an attendant, a cup-bearer, and one whom she can be close to, even as she grows more distant from the rest of this world.� You are called and you must answer.� I would lead you there myself, but the Goddess commands that you must find your way alone.� You must leave tomorrow morning, and hurry, for the city is far, and you have only a month to reach it.� I must go now though; it is possible that we shall meet again.�

����������� And with that, the stranger had turned and left the tent.� A moment later Io heard the sound of hoof-beats as she rode away, and she suddenly realized that her life was now forever changed.

����������� That night Io had prepared herself.� She packed a bag with such provisions as she could carry, slept fitfully, and rose early to make her offerings to the humble gods of her mother's tribe, that their blessings might keep her safe.� When the moon sank below the mountains and the weak sun began to swell on the horizon, Io shouldered her pack, turned to face the sacred city, the same direction that she had prayed to since she was a child, and began to walk, each step leaving her life, her family, and everything she had ever known, farther and farther behind her.

����������� And now, so many long and weary miles later, Io was here.� The temple now stood vast and silent before her, the way barred by two guards, each imposingly taller than Io and possessed of a strange, unforgiving beauty.� As she took a step forward, neither deigned to look at her.

����������� �Good morning, O keepers of the Moon-Temple,� Io said, knowing the moment the words passed her lips that it was a silly way to start things off, �I have been summoned here.� Please, may I enter?�

����������� The guards remained motionless, neither so much as glancing down at their visitor.� After a moment's thought, Io tentatively thrust out her hand, the heavy ring she wore gleaming in the light.� Before she could say another word, one of the guards, still wordlessly, looked at her, opened the door just enough to slip through, and vanished into the temple.

����������� A minute passed, and then another.� Io stood there waiting, studying the carvings on the door, trying to avoid staring at the remaining guard, who still regarded her with practiced indifference, and wondering how many people over how many centuries must have walked up these time-worn steps.� At length, the guard reappeared at the door and a moment later, another figure came through as well.� It was an old woman, walking slowly under the heavy weight of her years, though her back was still unbent, and her eyes sparkled with cheerfulness and cunning.� When those eyes turned to look at Io, she smiled, her face assuming for a moment the shadow of the beauty she had been in her youth, and Io felt, for the first time since she reached the temple, that this might not have been a mistake after all.

����������� �Well?� Why didn't you tell me it was her?� The old woman scolded the silent guard before turning again to address Io, �I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my dear; I had no idea you had finally arrived.� I heard that you were called from the Northern Wastes; you must be very tired from your journey.� Please, come with me, -er?�

����������� �Io, if it please you, Matron,� Io said, giving a slight bow.

����������� �Io?� Well, it pleases me to make your acquaintance, Io,� the woman said warmly, �I am Freya, the custodian of this temple for nearly seventy years now.� I'm sure you must have many questions, a bright girl like you, but come along, there's time enough to talk while we find a place for you here.� Hey you two, step aside and let us pass.�

����������� Once again the massive door swung inward, both guards stepping aside and nodding respectfully as Io and Freya entered the temple.� Io was just about to ask why she had been called here, but as she laid eyes on the yawning space before her, the question died on her lips.� The hall in which they stood was cavernous, stretching off so far into the distance that the torches at the far end danced in the darkness like distant stars.� The floor was polished stone, the same color as the first grass of the springtime, while on either side white marble columns rose up to support a roof that seemed as high above as the heavens themselves.� Just like the grand doors, every inch was teemed with pictures symbols, and letters, a few of which Io recognized, but most of which she did not.� It was so huge that Io imagined her entire village could fit inside and just about vanish into the vastness of this place, and as she stood there in mute awe, Freya gave her a gentle nudge forward.

����������� �It is a sight isn't it?� Freya said as she began to walk again, �Even after all these long years, I still find myself caught up in the wonder of it myself sometimes.� Don't worry, my dear, you'll have plenty of time to get to know this place; you'll be living here after all.�

����������� �It's all so, so big,� Io breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

����������� �It is that, my dear,� Freya agreed, �And sadly all too empty for the paltry few of us who keep watch over it anymore.�

����������� �What do you mean?� Io asked, �I never even imagined a place as grand as this existed!�

����������� �Ah, you have led a simple life out on the steppes, my child.� You do not see the glories from which this temple, and this entire city, have fallen� Freya explained, �There was a time when the streets you walked through to get here were not empty canyons between deserted towers, when the marketplaces were thronged with merchants and travelers from lands magical and exotic, when this temple was filled with those who came to worship the Goddess, and her fertility and bounty overflowed the walls of this city and flooded the entire realm like a boundless river, even out to the barren lands of your people, with richness on prosperity the likes of which no one has seen in a thousand years.�

����������� �I had heard stories from my great-mother when I was still just a little girl, but I thought they were only legends,� Io said as the two women entered another long hall, with hollows cut deeply into the thick stone walls, �I never knew that they were true.� What happened?�

����������� �No one knows for certain,� Freya admitted, �Some believe that in their prosperity, our ancestors forgot to be grateful for the Goddess's many blessings and She turned Her face away from us.� Others think that, in our decadence, we forgot how to truly honor Her, and our rituals lost the potency they afforded to the ancients.� And there are some, like me, who believe that the Goddess is only testing us, teaching us patience while we wait for a new Priestess to arise, one will restore our temple and our land to her former glory.� Do you see these statues around us, Io?� Each of them is made in the image of a Priestess of old.� The earliest we are just passing now, while the more recent ones lie yet ahead.� Tell me what you see.�

����������� The hall, Io realized, was lined with statues on either side.� They were life-sized, though to Io, they appeared considerably larger than life.� Though carved from many different sorts of stone, all of them bore the form of women too voluptuous for words.� Breasts more swollen than any that Io had ever imagined bulged out at her from either side.� All around her she saw bellies fattened to such spectacular lushness that she was sure that women such as these could never have existed.� Statues adorned with hips that were surely too enormously wide for any woman to walk with smiled down benevolently on Io, who could only look back in awe.� Not that every statue was exactly alike; from their faces, Io could tell that each was fashioned in the image of a different woman, and while they were all possessed of truly breathtaking proportions, each one carried a figure all her own.� Io's eye was drawn to one woman whose breasts were so titanic that each one of them looked as if it weighed more than the rest of her plump body, her hands resting upon their upper curves, her face wearing a smile of boundless satisfaction, small rivulets of milk flowing down from her fat nipples.� Io stopped to stare at another one, leaning forward and bearing a belly so marvelously massive that her feet no longer touched the ground beneath her.� The artist of this one had been skilled indeed; though this woman was made of cold stone, she looked so real that Io felt like if she reached out and touched her, the statue's mammoth belly would yield, quivering, to her touch.� Another loomed out as Io approached, this one a woman with hips broader than she was tall, and she was very tall indeed.� Her fulsome hips spread out so very wide that it seemed that were was hardly enough room between her waist and her knees for such lavish fullness of flesh, and as Io cast a backwards glance as she passed by, she saw that the tall woman's rear was even more tremendous, so fat that even though she was only a statue, she looked to Io as if she were very nearly about to burst.

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����������� Freya smiled to herself, obviously pleased to see Io so impressed, �Do you know who they are, all these women?� she asked.

����������� �Are they your goddesses?� Io asked after a moment of hesitation, �No, wait, I know; they are the Priestesses of your order, they must be!�

����������� �You are right, my child,� Freya answered approvingly as the two women walked on, �Each one of these statues is fashioned in the image of one of our Priestesses of the Moon.� The first of them, from many centuries ago, are those we have left behind; as we walk, we pass through the ages of our order, drawing nearer with every step towards the present.�

����������� �They're all so, so immense!� Io exclaimed, still awestruck by the overwhelming sensuality and luxuriance surrounding her, �Surely not even the Priestesses of the olden days could have been so astonishing as this?�

����������� �Do not doubt, my child, that every woman here was once, in life, equally impressive as the statues you see here.� Our order once had most intimate dealings with powers unfathomable to this fallen age, ancient magics and knowledge that, when focused wholly upon the body of a single woman, especially one who was uniquely receptive to the gifts of the Goddess, could enlarge her to a degree unheard of in this age, her body laden with almost too much fertility and fullness to bear.� Indeed, if the ancient texts are true, the greatest of our ancestors actually had to limit how much abundance one Priestess was permitted, lest she be blessed with more than a mortal woman could contain,� Freya explained, �Tell me, as we proceed here along the ages, what else do you see?�

����������� �They're getting, well I mean, the closer to the present we get, the more modest they become,� Io answered.� And she was right, for while the statues lining the hall were still enormously more buxom than any woman who had lived in recent centuries, their beauty and dimensions were greatly diminished compared to those fulsome figures who had come before them.

����������� �Yes, you have it rightly,� Freya told her, �With the passing of the years, much has been lost to our order.� Not simply in that our Priestesses have been growing less impressive, but as they have shrunken, so has our power.� Once this entire land was brimming with milk and honey; riches undreamed of found their way to our shores on the ships of foreign queens and empresses.� Wealth unimagined came to us across the distant deserts; even the poorest woman in the lowest quarter of the great city below had a body that inspired awe in those who came to behold the glories of this place.� But all that has changed.� Our fore-mothers grew complacent, and their idleness caused the Goddess to diminish Her blessings.� The light of this temple has grown dim, and with it, the light of the entire land.� The city is so empty now, filled with vast decaying mansions inhabited by crows and shadows; a few hungry people wander along broad avenues that once teemed with thousands upon thousands.� The land beyond the city has become a barren waste, where people such as yours must scour a living from the lifeless stones.� Oh, we have fallen very far indeed.�

����������� �What can be done?� What can I do?� Io asked, noticing as she did so that they had at last passed the last of the statues, this one depicting a woman who was little more than matronly in her form, and weary in her face, �What did you summon me here for, if not to help you, to help all of us.�

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����������� �Ah, you are quick to see things, little one,� Freya smiled as the two of them reached a huge bronze door which loomed impassibly before them, �For the first time in centuries, there is hope that we may be restored.� A young woman has been found, even in this very temple, who bears all the signs of the Goddess's favor.� She is to be the next Priestess, and if we are right, and if the Goddess has truly forgiven the hubris of our ancestors, it may be that the dawning of a new golden age draws very near indeed.�

����������� �If you have her then, what do you need one such as me for?� Io asked, still not sure where she fit into all these great events.

����������� �Ah, now we come to you,� Freya said with a knowing look, �When the Priestess to be was first found, our elders and our holiest of women devoted themselves to uncovering anything that might help her to attain the majesty of the Priestesses of old.� They scoured every forgotten tome, pored over the most faded inscriptions in the deepest foundations of the temple, searching for anything, any possible advantage that might help us in our quest.� At last, it was found that long ago, in the days of our greatest glory, the Priestess, during her time of preparation, was assigned a cup-bearer, an attendant who would tend to her needs and serve her, but also, in some ways, be her equal, someone she could share her most intimate heart with.� It was believed that this cup-bearer did, in some way, convey the wisdom of the Goddess to our Priestess, though precisely how this was done has been lost, I'm afraid.� Well, when we learned of this, our wisest oracle was consulted straightaway, and it was her prophecy which led us to you.�

����������� �To me?� Io echoed in disbelief, �Your great seer asked for me?� Who am I? What am I, that I could bring the wisdom of the Goddess to a High Priestess?� Please Freya, there must be some mistake; I know nothing that could help a Priestess, there must be another who is worthy of this task.�

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����������� �No, it is quite certain,� Freya said firmly, �Even if you do not know it yet, you have something within you that may help to restore this entire realm, you simply must believe.� Now then, we are here, to the chambers of the Priestess-to-be.� She knows of your arrival and waits upon your entrance.� I must leave you here now, Io, but take heart, for though she is more blessed by the Goddess than any other woman in a thousand years, she is not so very much older than you, and were she not kind and gentle in spirit she would not be the one chosen for this great calling.� Enter now, and know her.�

����������� And without another word, Freya knocked her staff sharply against the massive bronze door, the echoes reverberating and fading as they spread throughout the hall.� Io looked around; she was all alone now, and a moment later, with a low groan, the door swung upon, just enough to admit her, a silvery light spilling through the opening and illuminating the dim reaches of the hall.� Swallowing her doubts, Io stepped inside.

����������� Blinded by the brightness within, Io blinked against the sudden glare of daylight within the chamber.� As her eyes adjusted, she was astonished to find herself standing in a space so massive that it dwarfed even the vast vaulted hall that she had just come through.� The room was enormous, carved from clear marble and silver, ringed all around with thick columns supporting a dome so dizzyingly high and breathtakingly wide that Io could only stand there in mute awe as she took in the sight of it.� At center of the great dome, there was a large opening, and through this streamed the golden light of the fading day, bathing everything within in a warm autumnal glow.� Indeed, Io was so affected by the sight that it was only after several moments that she realized that she was not alone here.� Around the walls of the chamber stood more guards, in face and form very much like the ones who she had met outside, but wearing clothes that looked much richer, considerably more revealing, and far less suited to protecting them from anything.� Io heard music, and she saw to one side that there was a woman in rich red robes plucking thoughtfully at a harp, filling the room with soothing sounds that echoed off the stone walls around them.� It was an amazing sight, unlike anything that Io had ever seen or even imagined before in her life; she felt that she could stand there staring all day and still not have had her fill of this place's wonders.

����������� �Impressive, isn't it?� A voice asked with a laugh like a running brook, �Do take your time; I've seen it every day of my life and it still amazes me as well.�

����������� �Who's th-?� Io started, suddenly jolting herself out of her reverie.� She looked towards where the voice had come from, and was spellbound once more.� There, in the middle of the chamber, was the most entrancingly beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes upon.� Her hair was as black as a moonless night, and she wore it bobbed so that it neatly framed her heart-shaped face.� Her eyes were pale blue as the water which flows down from the mountains in the springtime, sparkling as Io met her gaze.� Her nose turned up just a little bit, giving her face a certain playful mischievousness, and she smiled a smile full of possibilities at Io, her lips crimson red against her alabaster skin.� She lay recumbent on a small mountain of cushions strewn across a large dais in the very center of the room, directly beneath the opening in the roof.�� As Io continued to stare at her, she popped a grape into her mouth, smiled, and rose to her feet.� Io was surprised at how tall she was, at least a head taller than Io herself, though Io was sure that the dimensions of this place had thrown her sense of perspective all awry.� She was clad in a diaphanous robe of silver that brushed along the floor when she walked; it was so thin that it billowed with her every movement, and only the fact that it was several layers thick kept it from being altogether transparent.� Even as it was, Io could clearly see the shape of her body as she drew nearer.� Though not fat by any means, there was something about her figure that suggested that she had recently been gaining weight.� Perhaps it was how thin and graceful her neck was compared her tummy, which was just large enough that it pressed against the delicate fabric of her robes, as if she had just finished gorging herself and was not yet accustomed to being so very full.� Perhaps, Io thought, it was her breasts.� The way her gown was gathered just below them showed them off very well, and while their size was impressive (each was easily the size of a sweet-melon, Io noticed) there was a certain taut fullness about them as well, as if they had not been so big as this for very long and her skin had not yet stretched to comfortably contain their ampleness.� They bounced freely as the woman approached; from the way that she reacted, Io could see that she was not yet accustomed to this sensation, and that her breasts were still very sensitive.� As the light caught her gown in a certain way, Io could see that while her legs remained modestly slender, her hips were generously formed and well-rounded, rolling sensually with her every languorous step, until at last she stood close, almost uncomfortably close, to Io, and spoke to her again.

����������� �Welcome to the temple of the Moon, Stranger from the Wastelands,� she said with a voice like honey, �I imagine you know who I am?�

����������� �You're- you're the Priestess, are you not?� Io asked, her voice faltering a bit.� Not so much because she doubted the truth of her answer, for whom else could a creature such as this be, but the Priestess herself?� Rather, she was very nearly too awestruck to speak.� The Priestess was even taller up close; Io's head was only level with her chest, and she found it strangely difficult to raise her eyes up beyond it to meet her gaze.

����������� �Quite so!� I hoped you would be a clever one, and here you are, quite comely to behold as well, in your own wild and untamed way,� the Priestess said, looking at Io with an appraising eye, �And by what name shall I call you, then?�

����������� �I am Iolanthe, my Mistress,� Io said as she gave a respectful bow, stopping herself just in time to avoid planting her face in the midst of the Priestess's bosom, �But if it please you, I am simply Io to all those who know me.�

����������� �Your name suits you well,� the Priestess said, making Io feel as if she had somehow just passed a test, �And since I expect we shall be getting to know each other very well indeed, I think I shall call you Io, if you do not mind me being so familiar despite our short acquaintance.�

����������� �Of course not, my Mistress,� Io answered quickly, �You may address me in whatever way you find pleasing.�

����������� �I appreciate your respect, but please, you need not be so very formal with me,� the Priestess said, placing her hand beneath Io's chin and gently drawing it up until she could look her in the eye, �I have more than enough servants here, more than enough to bow and do my bidding.� From you, I need something else entirely.� All of you!� Leave us!� I wish to be alone with our new sister!�

����������� Io looked around and realized that the two of them were now alone, as if every other woman in the great hall had simply vanished on the breeze.� As she looked back at the Priestess, Io noticed a change in the way she carried herself.� She was still so tall, so proud, so regal, but she let her shoulders slip a little, and for a moment, there was something about her face that, beautiful as she was, reminded Io that she was simply a woman too, and not so very much older than Io herself.

����������� �Please, come and sit with me,� the Priestess said, her voice more full of warmth and kindness than before, �I am sure you have many questions for me.�

����������� She turned and began to walk back towards the dais, but Io remained rooted to the floor, mesmerized by this new view of her new Mistress.� Though the shape of her hips had certainly suggested that she well-favored behind as well as before, she was still amazed to see how round and curvaceous the priestess's seat was, swelling out proudly behind her and gently bouncing as she walked, as if it too, had only just recently attained such impressive dimensions.

����������� �Well?� Aren't you going to come too?� she asked over her shoulder when she realized that Io was not following, �Here, you've nothing to fear from me, Io.� Do come and sit with me; surely you are weary and sore after such a long journey.�

����������� She came back and pressing her palm to the small of Io's back, she gently and firmly lead Io back to the center of the room, where she sat down among the pillows, patting one close beside her own shapely rump as she beckoned Io to sit down.

����������� �There we are then, that was not so very bad, now was it?� She asked, seeing that Io still looked slightly agog, and offering her a cup brimming with something that glistened like calm water beneath a star-strewn sky, �Here, have some wine, I think you will find it most refreshing.�

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����������� The second she took hold of the cup, Io realized that she was very thirsty indeed, and she eagerly swallowed the cup's contents down, the sweetness of the drink bubbling up into her head as its coolness seemed to wash the weariness from her body.

����������� �Oh, what is this?� Io asked, feeling very much restored, and suddenly much more at ease in the company of the Priestess, �And I beg your indulgence if I have spoken rudely, but how shall I address you, my Mistress?�

����������� �It is wine, made from the silver-flowers that bloom high up in the mountains above the temple here.� It is the traditional drink of a Priestess, and having been drinking it for more than a month now, I must admit that it is very pleasant to grow accustomed to,� the Priestess said as she patted her belly appreciatively, �I expect that in the weeks to come you'll be bringing me more than a few cups of it yourself.� And regarding my title and all that; I am properly addressed as Her Abundance, High Priestess of the Moon, but since that's a bit of a mouthful, why don't you just call my Kymera?�

����������� �Kymera?� Io echoed her, her head beginning to feel a bit fuzzy from the drink, �Why do you want me to call you that?�

����������� �Because,� the Priestess answered with a smile, �It is my name.� Or at least it was until about a month and a half ago when the oracle decided I was the One, and instead of just being Kymera, Seventh Attendant to the High Priestess, I found myself in line to be the Priestess myself.�

����������� �So you lived here in the temple even before all this then?� Io asked, finding her curiosity aroused by the Priestess's appealing manner.

����������� �Oh yes, I've lived my entire life here in the temple, at least ever since I can remember,� Kymera told her as she munched thoughtfully on a large bunch of grapes that spilled out between her fingers, their purple skins shining wetly in the red light of the afternoon, �A lot of girls grow up here; either their parents want to earn a little extra favor with the Goddess, or maybe they just want to give thanks for some boon or another they've been shown, but anyway, I was brought here when I was very young, and I've spent my whole life learning to be a servant to the Goddess, or at least to Her Priestess.�

����������� �Is that how it always goes then?� Io asked, �Is the new Priestess always chosen from among the girls who already serve in the temple?�

����������� �Heavens no,� Kymera told her, �The new Priestess is usually chosen from somewhere far off, and the oracle has to go off looking for her; there's a few times it's taken months to bring her back, and then of course not all of them even know about the Goddess of the Moon and have to be trained up quite a lot before they're fit for the job.� I know that long ago, when our order was great and powerful, more of the Priestesses were selected from within the temple, but as far as anyone can be sure, I'm the first one like that in several hundred years.�

����������� �Why do you think that is, that the Goddess chose you then?� Io asked around a mouthful of the pear she was contemplatively eating, �Do you have some sort of gift of prophecy or something like that?�

����������� �Unfortunately, I don't, at least not that I'm aware of yet,� Kymera said with a deep sigh that caused her full bosom to swell very alluringly, �That's part of why I'm so happy that you're here now.� Everyone here expects that I'm supposed to have some great spiritual insights now that I'm going to be Priestess, but I just feel like the same Kymera as always, except now I've got robes and I need to eat about ten times as much as I'm used to.�

����������� �How's that?� Io asked.

����������� �Well, I'm sure you saw all the statues on the way in, didn't you?� Kymera asked, pausing only to raise another cupful of wine to her lips, �The greatest sign that a Priestess has been chosen to bear the blessings of the Moon is that she have as full and fertile a body as possible.� I'm expect you noticed that most of the recent ones have been rather on the smallish side, but I mean to do everything I can to restore our order to its former glory, and while I'm sure I'll be gaining plenty on the night of my ascension, I figure it can't hurt to start stuffing myself while I'm waiting.�

����������� �Wait then, what's the night of your ascension?� Io asked, feeling very much out of her depth here.

����������� �Oh, how silly of me, you've probably never heard of such things,� Kymera said with an indulgent laugh, �You must forgive me; I've spent so much of my life soaking up the secrets of this place that sometimes I forget that there's a whole world of people out there living lives that aren't focused entirely on the Moon.� Ascension then, yes.� Well, it's like this: After a new Priestess is found and brought back to the temple, she spends two months in preparation.� For those who have come from foreign lands and are ignorant of the Goddess's ways, it is a time for them to be initiated, trained in what they shall be doing once they become Priestess.� Fortunately for me, I've been marinating in the knowledge of all that for years, so I've mostly been indulging my appetites and studying up on the old books in the temple library.� At any rate, on the night of ascension, the Moon is directly above this chamber we're in right now, and the light of Her blessing shines down on the new Priestess and well, sort of fills her up, I suppose.�

����������� �How do you mean, 'fills her up'?� Io asked, trying to wrap her mind around the whole ordeal.

����������� �Well, it's just like that,� Kymera said, looking up at the open roof, �The Moon makes the new Priestess into the vessel of Her power, and pours Her bounty into her in accordance with how much favor she has found with the Goddess.�

����������� �So that's why some of the Priestess's are so much more, ah, well-favored than others?� Io asked.

����������� �Exactly!� Kymera said, �Over the last few centuries, I'm afraid, fifty pounds in one night has been about the high mark to strive for, but I've read the scrolls, studied the legends, and I've learned that long ago there were women who walked into that chamber as thin as you are, Io, and when the guards opened the doors in the morning, they found their new Priestess so heavily laden with the Goddess's favor that she could barely walk.� Why, Titania the Good, perhaps the greatest Priestess ever to rule our order, was said to have grown so immense that her belly kept her legs from reaching the floor, while Leta the Generous, at least if there's any truth in the legends, had her bosom swell until it became so vast that she could stand upright with her two massive globes resting on the ground before her.� I've often sat and studied her statue; from the look of things, that marble floor must have been awfully cold.�

����������� �So you're hoping that the Goddess will find you worthy then?� Io asked, beginning to understand the weight of expectation that Kymera carried.

����������� �Yes, that's the very thing,� Kymera said with quiet urgency, �This temple, our order, the entire realm is poor and hungry, but if the Goddess smiles upon me, I could help to change all that.� I mean to be the most resplendent vessel of the Moon's bounty in the last three millennia, and I need your help to do it, Io.� Please, you will help me, won't you?� There are so many here who serve me, but only you can truly give me what I desire, for I do not crave another servant; I need a friend, a companion.�

����������� �Of course, Kymera,� Io answered without hesitation, rising to her feet as if ready to go wherever Kymera sent her, �I'll do anything you ask; you need only name what you require.�

����������� �Do not worry about tonight, my dear,� Kymera said as she rose from her seat amidst the pillows, �I know that you are tired, and your journey has been a long one.� Come, I have ordered a place prepared for you in my private chambers.� This night we rest, and tomorrow we begin our work together.�

����������� And with that, the Priestess Kymera placed her hand against the small of Io's back once more and led her away to her own personal quarters.

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����������� The next morning Io awoke to find herself laying beside Kymera in the priestess's sumptuously appointed chambers.� The air was so thick with incense that Io could barely see the door, and as she yawned as and stretched, she felt Kymera's long and supple legs twining about her own.

����������� �Hmmm, finally awake are you?� Kymera asked as she drew the shorter girl against her chest, �I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day.�

����������� �Oh, sorry, my travels much have drained me more than I thought,� Io explained, �and it's fine for you to talk like that; if you wanted me to be up early, you shouldn't have kept me up so very late last night.� Though I suppose it was a lot more fun than sleeping.�

����������� �Here, why don't you have something to eat?� Kymera asked as she climbed out of bed and wrapped a robe around her statuesque figure, �You'll be needing your strength today; you're coming with me to the library to see what the old tomes there say about winning the favor of the Goddess.

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����������� Io's days passed quickly in the temple, her every moment spent by Kymera's side as the young Priestess pored over forgotten texts, consulted with the most wise and aged sages of the order, and took more than a few baths in the stream that burbled through the temple gardens.� And all the while, Kymera ate like a woman possessed.� Io soon discovered that she was hardly ever without a meal close at hand.� When the two of them were up in the temple proper, lounging about in Kymera's rooms or in the great open chamber of the temple, the Priestess quickly fell into a low temper if she didn't have at least six or seven decent meals a day, and even when the two of them were down in the musty depths of the library or working in the acrid air of the infirmary, laboring away on some new potion or tonic that Kymera thought might prepare her body better for the Goddess's lavish blessings, she always seemed to have a generous bit of fruit, or more often than not a large chalice of wine.� And, Io also noticed that whatever the Goddess might see fit to do to Kymera's body on the night of her ascension, her indulgent ways were doing wonders to enhance the fulsomeness of her figure.

����������� In only the span of two short weeks since Io's arrival, Kymera's hips had blossomed dramatically.� While before she had certainly possessed an enviable hourglass figure, it looked to Io as if she was gaining an inch or so every other day, leaving her easily half a foot broader in the beam than she had been before.� Her legs, especially above the knee, were growing considerably more amply-proportioned as well.� While they had been lithe and shapely from the beginning, they were now becoming very sleek and full of flesh indeed, to the point where Io could hear the bare skin of Kymera's inner thighs as they rubbed softly past each other when she walked, each gentle impact sending faint ripples through her lower body.� Her rump though, was filling out at an even more precipitous rate; ripening into round voluptuousness as each day that Kymera spent stuffing herself filled it with more and more fat.� After just the first week, it bulged out visibly beneath her weight when she sat down, making her look even more broad across the middle, while by the end of the second week, the priestess had grown so enticingly well-favored behind that her ample rear jiggled invitingly even when she was standing still.� Kymera's belly looked as if she had grown to be fully six months pregnant in the space of half a month; it swelled out proudly in front of her, and she drew great pleasure from rubbing her hands along the swelling curve of her underbelly, her increasingly overtaxed robes pulling tight to reveal her deepening navel.� Her breasts too, were expanding at a nigh-unnatural rate.� Impressively large to begin with, they had been swelling up at an amazing rate, fattening until even from behind Io could see them bulging out to either side of Kymera's increasingly voluptuous body.� As heavy as they must have been now (for each one was nearly the size of Kymera's head) they still remained almost impossibly round and perky, as if her skin was reluctant to give way in response to all the flesh her breasts were being filled with, her taut nipples standing always at attention now, poking insistently against the gauzy fabric of her robes.� Her breasts grew as if they were determined to keep her expanding belly in their shadow, though their increasing heaviness and roundness meant that when Kymera leaned back, her belly tended to spread them apart, forcing them to bulge outwards.� Her robes, which had not exactly protected her modesty to begin with, were becoming ever more unequal to their job, and as Kymera made her daily rounds about the temple, the easily parted fabric revealed ever more impressive vistas of her bare body.

����������� �You know, Kymera, you ought to be proud of yourself,� Io said one day as the two women were taking their daily bath in the temple spring.

����������� �Oh, and why is that?� Kymera asked, smiling as she felt Io's small hands rubbing the stress from her back.

����������� �Well, just look at you,� Io said, �You've still got a couple weeks before your ascension and you're already bigger than any of the last five Priestesses ever got to be.

����������� �Hmmm, I know,� Kymera breathed with an air of obvious satisfaction, �It isn't like I haven't been working at it though; Goddess only knows how many hours we've spent in the library discovering learning how to mix up potions and things that the ancient Priestesses used to fatten themselves up.� I'm just pleased to see how well it's paying off.�

����������� �I just wonder how much bigger you're going to get before the end of the month,� Io mused, �Do you ever have any second thoughts about letting the Goddess just fill you up until you're so huge you can't even move?�

����������� �Of course not, Io,� Kymera scolded her gently, �after spending so much time together with me, I thought you'd know how much I want to restore our order to its rightful place, to raise this land out of barrenness and want, and to have myself transformed into the earthly vessel of the Moon's glory and bounty.�

����������� �I'm not saying you don't have the best of intentions or anything,� Io allowed, �It's just, don't you worry that growing so huge you can't move and spending the rest of your life that way might grow a bit boring after a while?�

����������� Kymera turned to Io and fixed her with an intense stare.� For a moment, Io was afraid that she had overstepped herself, that she had said something that she shouldn't have, and something bad was about to happen.� Instead, Kymera shot her a conspiratorial smile and, after checking to see that the two of them were perfectly alone, leaned in and whispered:

����������� �Actually, I think that it would be absolutely wonderful,� she enthused, �All my life, I've walked that hall of statues and wanted to be like the Priestesses of long ago, not just for all the noble reasons that everyone expects, but because being that big would be absolutely thrilling for me.� I can't explain it; even before I was chosen to be the new Priestess, I used to dream of what it would be like to feel myself growing, expanding larger and larger until I was so breathtakingly enormous that words would fail to describe me.� Especially after the last few weeks of eating and drinking as much as I can, it just excites me beyond descriptions to feel my entire body quiver with pleasure every time I move.� So don't you worry about me, Io, this is exactly what I want.�

����������� �I have to admit, I thought it might be something like that,� Io admitted, �I don't know, I suppose I just wanted to hear you say it though, so I could stop worrying that I was helping you to do something you didn't really want to do.�

����������� �Oh no, you needn't worry about that,� Kymera assured her as she rose from the pool, her skin glistening wetly in the morning light, �And besides, there's one more reason I want this, foolish though it may be.�

����������� �And what is that?� Io asked, offering Kymera a towel, but not before staring at her in abject wonder for several long seconds.

����������� �In my studies, I've come across legends, certain powers that the first Priestesses possessed,� Kymera said as Io toweled her off, �Nothing certain, just rumors really, written in the margins of some of the lesser-known texts, but still, they tell of irresistible possibilities.�

����������� �What sort of powers?� Io asked, her curiosity piqued.

����������� �Well, I have read that some Priestesses actually grew so full of the Goddess's power that they could force other women to grow fat and fertile, simply by looking at them.�

����������� �Are you sure that isn't just a myth?� Io asked.

����������� �I don't think so,� Kymera told her, �I've asked some of the elders and scribes and none of them will even confess to knowing anything about it, but I've been looking at some of the carvings that were done back then, telling the history of the temple from its first days, and let me tell you, the way they depict the sisters of our order, it's a wonder they were able to get anything at all done, they're all so huge.�

����������� �Really?� Io breathed, her voice hushed in wonder.

����������� �Oh yes, it's all right there,� Kymera said, �Even the lowliest supplicants are shown as being so plentifully endowed that they were forced to read by laying their books upon their bosoms, and honestly, just look at the size of the temple, the scale it's all built on.� We've always thought it was made with such wide doors and deep seats to be impressive, but it isn't; it was simply built to accommodate women who were replete with vastly more abundance than any who now tread its empty halls. �Can you imagine it, Io?� Every woman here being so absolutely overladen with the Moon's richness that she could barely stand?� Just the thought of it lights fire in my dreams!� So please, I need to know you stand with me on this, that you'll do everything you possibly can to help.�

����������� �Well, if that's the case, there is one thing I've been thinking about that might help,� Io said thoughtfully, �I grew up out in the barrens; the earth is poor out there, and there was barely enough grass for our cattle to eat.� When we were trying to increase our herd though, there was something my great-mother used to make that always made even the skinniest of them fatten up almost overnight.�

����������� �Incredible,� Kymera said, her eyes alight with possibilities, �You wouldn't know what went into it, would you?�

����������� �As it so happens, I do,� Io said brightly, �She taught me what herbs to use and how to prepare them just before I left to come here.� It's odd, at the time I didn't know why she was telling me this, but now, it all begins to fit together.� I haven't seen some of what I'll need in the temple storehouse, but all of the ingredients were common enough in my land; I'm sure if I go out into the city I'll be able to find someone who sells everything I'll need.�

����������� �Goodness, Io, you really were chosen by the Goddess to help me,� Kymera said, �Come along then, let me get you some coins so you can go buy what you need; we've no time to waste.�

����������� And with that, Kymera turned and ran naked from the chamber of the spring, her bare skin still slightly moist from her bath, her heavy breasts bouncing so vigorously that Io was certain they had to be hurting her, while Kymera's plumpened rear jiggled impressively with her every urgent stride.� With a sigh and a smile, Io hastily pulled on her own robes and followed.

����������� Several hours of searching through what felt to her like every single dimly-lit merchant's stall in the city, as well as a late night over the mortar and pestle, Io was finished.

����������� �Now, I don't want to make any promises as I've never done this before,� Io cautioned Kymera as she presented a cup filled with the viscous product of her efforts, �But I have tried to follow all my great-mother's instructions to the last letter, so if this works like it ought to, everything you eat after drinking it should be several times more fattening for you than normal.� One dose will likely do for a couple of days, after that, I'll have to make more if you think it doing any good.� Before you drink it though, I just feel like I need to tell you that I have no idea what it might do to someone who already has such a rich diet, so the effects might be considerably more pronounced than you're expecting.�

����������� That, my dear Io, would be just perfect for my ends,� Kymera said as she appreciatively took the cup from Io's hands and brought it to her lips.� She wrinkled her nose; the thick fluid in the cup had a very pungent smell, and her palate was accustomed to much sweeter things.� Nonetheless though, Kymera tilted back her head and drank it to the dregs in one swallow.

����������� �Ugh, I always heard that the most powerful potions are the ones that taste the worst,� Kymera said as she wiped a few sticky drops from her lips, �At least I hope that's how these things work.� At any rate Io, I knew the Goddess had a plan in mind when she chose you to be my attendant, now what do you say we go down to the kitchen to see what sundry morsels the night chef might have left for us?�

����������� With vast expectations for what Io's potion could do to help her in her quest, Kymera ate that night as she had never dreamed she could.� She stuffed herself with plate after plate of the richest foods the temple had to offer, gorging herself with entire platters full of sweets and pastries and the tenderest of meats, until Io found herself getting tired just from bringing them all to her seat at the heavy oaken table.� For several hours, Kymera continued, until at length every last thing which had been left ready in the kitchen was gone, and Io sat down to get some rest, certain that Kymera's appetite had to be sated by now, as she watched the Priestess reclining in a chair that seemed to creak from her weight, affectionately massaging a belly so swollen that it would make a woman nine months pregnant blanch to imagine herself at such a size.

����������� �Ohhh, Io, is that everything?� Kymera asked, �Is that all of it?�

����������� �Yes, I think it is,� Io answered tentatively, �I mean there's still all sorts of stuff in the larder, but nothing that's been cooked and seasoned already.� Would you like me to help you along to bed now?�

����������� �Oh no, this is far too good to stop now,� Kymera said with a mischievous smile, �Go and rouse Larissa the cook and get her down here.� Tell her that her Priestess has need of her services at once.� And don't let Larissa give you any backtalk; she's been so horribly jealous ever since I was chosen as Priestess instead of her.�

����������� �Of course, my Mistress,� Io assented in hushed tones of awe, �I shall make haste to do so.�

����������� A few minutes later Io had awakened Larissa, the head cook, summoned her down to the kitchen were Kymera waited.

����������� �Larissa, how kind of you to come to my aid at this late hour,� Kymera said sweetly, �I am in the midst of a crucial phase of my preparation, and I need you to get to work immediately.�

����������� �Of course, my Mistress, I am only too happy to serve you,� Larissa said, brushing a lock of red hair out of her eyes, her voice suggesting that she was in fact, less than completely delighted to be here at this hour, �And what, if I may be so bold to ask, does the chosen one of the Goddess require of me this night?�

����������� �All the sweetest, most fattening dishes you know how to make, and in the greatest quantity that you can manage,� Kymera told her, obviously enjoying having a chance to order her old rival around.

����������� �Very well Mistress, I am only too honored to oblige,� Larissa said resignedly, as she set about her work.

����������� �How very wonderful of you,� Kymera said, �Surely the Goddess shall bless you abundantly for your selfless efforts.� Now then, while we're waiting for her to start cooking, Io, why don't you fetch me a barrel of wine to pass the time?�

����������� For Io, the rest of the night seemed to pass in a haze of delicious smells and heavy platters.� Dishes no sooner were drawn from the oven than they were brought to Kymera, who blissfully stuffed herself well beyond the point of repletion and kept right on eating, undeterred by how enormously large her belly was becoming.� Io could only watch in amazement as Kymera's already swollen belly grew more distended with every bite she swallowed and every cup of wine that she drank down.� Far from suffering any discomfort from such lavish overindulgence, Kymera looked to be the very picture of bliss, murmuring with pleasure as her robes parted in front to reveal a belly so absolutely stuffed that Io wondered how she was going to even get the pleasure-drunk Priestess back to her chambers.�

����������� At long last, as the first light of dawn began to penetrate the draperies over the kitchen windows, Kymera had eaten her fill.� With a lazy wave of her hand, she dismissed Larissa back to her quarters, the red-haired cook giving her an exceedingly dirty look as she left the kitchen for some well-earned rest before she was called again to cook breakfast, while Kymera lay on a couch, her flourishing body fairly pinned down by a belly so magnificently overstuffed that Io was certain she could hear it creaking.

����������� �Oh, goodness, I'm so very full,� Kymera said, contentedly rubbing her huge belly, �Here, Io, be a good girl and help me up; I'm not sure I can quite stand on my own at the moment, though really that might be the wine as much as anything.�

����������� Io hurried to Kymera's side and, being as gentle as she possibly could, struggled to get the Priestess to her feet.� It was no small task, for even before this night, she had been growing increasingly� well-endowed, and as tipsy as she was at the moment, she might as well have weighed another seven stone for all the trouble Io had getting her upright.� At last though, the two women stood side by side, Kymera towering over Io, and leaning heavily upon her shoulder, her free hand cradling her opulent belly.� Slowly and unevenly they made their way back to Kymera's chambers, Io making very careful to keep her overfed mistress's tummy away from any sharp corners, until, as the sun began to rise over the distant mountains, Kymera was successfully delivered to her bed to get some rest, though not before convincing Io that she still had appetite enough for one last pleasure before she slept.

����������� The next few days plainly proved the potency of Io's alchemical talents.� Almost overnight, Kymera just seemed to blow up, her body expanding from simply voluptuous to utterly enormous.� Her thighs, which had tending towards increasingly sumptuous dimensions, fattened at a miraculous rate as Kymera's every feast (and there were several of those a day now) filled them with more flesh.� For the first few days, as big as they were becoming, her thighs still kept a certain firmness about them, as if resisting the boundless amount of weight that was so swiftly accumulating in them.� Before long though, the sheer overwhelming volume of it defeated them, and Kymera's thighs soon began to wobble and jiggle with fat as they expanded, their lavish fullness forcing Kymera to stand with her feet spread awkwardly wide apart whenever she wanted to walk anywhere, though truthfully, it seemed to Io that aside from getting from her chambers to the kitchen and back, Kymera was more than content to not have to do much walking at all, and was increasingly depending on Io and the perennially disgruntled Larissa to bring her her meals.� Kymera's hips as well were made to bear the burden of her continuous self-indulgence.� They blossomed outwards with such sudden and spectacular intensity that Io was half-worried that they were going to grow too fast for Kymera's body to bear it, expanding from two feet to more than three across in a matter of days, as if already the Moon had decided to make Kymera into the very incarnation of fertility and was well into the process of transforming her figure appropriately.� Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked, so indecently fat and full that Kymera could no longer even touch their farthest reaches, and they trembled with every step she took, as if to remind her of just how incomparably full she was becoming.� Not to be outdone, Kymera's ass was, if anything, expanding even faster.� Her rump swelled with fat until it threatened to become wider than even her expansive hips, ballooning with fat at such a rate that Kymera soon needed no cushion to sit upon, her own jigglesome behind being far more than ample to let her sit comfortably.� Indeed, she soon became so massively pear-shaped down below that even in the temple there was hardly a seat that could accommodate her seductively swollen rear, though it was just as well, for her massive derriere lifted her up at least a foot and a half higher when she was sitting, and the very inconvenience of it all caused her to simply do away with furniture altogether, save for the large bed she kept in her chambers.� When Kymera walked, her hindquarters quaked behind her like one of the jelly-based desserts of which she was so very fond, and walking behind her down the hall one day, Io could not shake the idea that every bite of Cordelian Gelatin that Kymera ate was somehow being transferred directly to her lusciously swollen behind.�

����������� Kymera's belly, being the first portion of her anatomy to bear the consequences of her unending repast, became enlarged to a positively sublime degree, as each meal Kymera ate stretched it out more, and her next one filled every last inch of that new capacity and stretched it out more on top of that.� True, she would wake up in the morning to find it slightly less stuffed than it had been when she went to bed, but breakfast alone was more than enough to fill her belly up as big as it had been the night before, and usually an extra couple of inches beyond.� With each passing day it grew more and more prodigious, and Kymera was looking every inch a Priestess of fertility, as anyone who saw her might easily be forgiven for thinking that she was pregnant with far more than the usual quota, and achingly overdue to be delivered.� While the rest of her figure grew increasingly soft and jigglesome, Kymera's belly remained firm and round, and often grew so tight that Io was reluctant to move her.� It bulged out in front of her body so fulsomely that Kymera could hardly keep to her feet, and took to kind of waddling through the halls of the temple, her hands both pressed against the small of her back to compensate for the staggering burden she had so willingly inflicted upon herself.� At night Kymera often desired that Io massage her massive belly for her; it seemed that even one so devoted to gaining weight as she still had to contend with the fact that she was getting so big up front so very fast that her body could hardly endure it.� Indeed, there were more than a few nights when by the time Io finally got Kymera to bed that she was very nearly full to bursting, her spectacular belly swelling out to her sides sumptuously.� Heedless of any risk or discomfort though, Kymera eagerly plowed ahead, glutting herself until when she sat down her enormous belly projected out beyond her knees, and her every breath made it quiver with barely-contained overfullness.�

����������� The rate at which Kymera's breasts were growing though, was utterly astonishing.� Each day that passed loaded her two plump spheres with more and more fat, as if somehow the Goddess already knew that they could contain so much more than the rest of her ever so pliable form, and as a result was determined to fill her breasts until they were beyond full, beyond overstuffed, to load Kymera's poor, overswollen mammaries with wobbling, quivering flesh until they were stretched to their very limits.� As the days flowed by, Io watched Kymera's bosom growing more and more gigantic; her breasts reminded her of a pair of wine-sacks filled with too much new wine, and left to ferment until they were a touch away from splitting their seams.� Each morning their girth was greater than the night before, and Io and Kymera soon developed a morning ritual of measuring how much they had grown over night, right before Kymera would heave herself out of bed (a task which was growing to be more and more of a challenge every day) and tentatively feel how much weight they had gained while she had slept.� As Kymera sat up, they would fall heavily upon her bulging belly, their once pert, slightly pointed profile surrendering to a fat, swollen teardrop shape as they were swiftly laden with so much fat that their skin could barely yield fast enough to hold it all, to say nothing of maintaining their perky, virginal form.� After just a couple days they had grown far than Kymera's head, and before the week was out, her breasts expanded beyond the one foot mark, and their growth, far from slowing down, seemed to be gaining speed.� Though Kymera never breathed a word of complaint about it to Io, her attendant could tell that their alarming rate of expansion was causing the Priestess no small amount of distress, as boasting a pair of breasts that easily weighed fifty pounds each while also being stretched painfully tight was uncomfortable to say the least.� Io was soon spending more than a couple hours each day applying various oils and lotions to Kymera's rapidly ripening breasts, and though this brought the growing Priestess some small measure of relief, it was obvious that her bosom was being strained to the utmost limits.� Even as her nipples grew plump and taut, her areolae were drawn out until they were fully twice as big across as they had been before, and evidently very sore from the way that Kymera was continually rubbing at them, though perhaps Io thought, she was simply doing so because she could still reach them, if only barely, until at the end of the week her breasts at last became too swollen for her to reach them at all, and Io had to take over that particular responsibility, though by this point she had become very capable indeed at rubbing down whatever Kymera needed to have rubbed, a talent which only served to increase the Priestess's burgeoning respect and affection for her.

����������� And so the days passed, each one finding Kymera more winsomely well-rounded than the day before, and each waking hour of her time dedicated to rendering her figure even more extravagantly sumptuous.� Though it was clear that pushing herself very hard indeed, Kymera also clearly delighted in her ever-expanding form, making her daily rounds through the temple with a certain buoyant ponderousness, the� layers of her robes spreading to reveal all of her overblown voluptuousness, her sensuously plumpened body wobbling bewitchingly with her every graceful motion.� To the rest of the order, Kymera made it clear that she rejoiced in the hope that ever extra pound was simply another token of the Goddess's favor, another sign that she would be the Priestess to restore the temple to its rightful place, and all the good things that would flow from thence.� Secretly though, in the small hours of the night when she and Io lay together in Kymera's bed, she made no effort to conceal the boundless pleasure that her blossoming body brought her.� Even after a long day of feasting, when her plump legs ached from supporting her weight, her belly creaked from eating nearly more than she could hold, and her luscious breasts were so painfully tender from having gained another ten pounds each just since lunchtime, Kymera was all too ready to luxuriate in the vast opportunities for pleasure that such self-indulgence brought her, her stifled cries of ecstasy making the guards of the night watch stop and wonder as they passed by her outer chambers on their nightly rounds.

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����������� �Well now, my Mistress, how are you feeling today?� Io asked as she found Kymera lying in bed, bringing the Priestess a tray spilling over with the most succulent fruits in the realm, �I must confess, I am impressed at how calm you've been this week, what with tonight being the night of your ascension.�

����������� �Oh, Io, don't remind me of it so early in the morning,� Kymera said as she struggled to sit up in bed, a chore which had been growing harder with each fruitful day, and one that never failed to set her heavy-laden assets all aquiver in a way that Io never grew tired of seeing, �I don't even know how to feel about my ascension anymore.�

����������� �But surely, my lady, everything we have done for the past month has been building up to this,� Io told her, �Are you not eager to finally take your rightful place as head of the order, to return the richness of the Goddess to this barren land?� Do you not still crave the innumerable pleasures which your ascension will surely bestow upon you?�

����������� �Of course I want all those things to come to pass,� Kymera said, helping herself to a fistful of raspberries, �It is just that, well, I've wanted this for so long; and I- we have worked so hard to prepare me for it, and now that the time finally nears, I find my doubts grow stronger than my ambition.�

����������� �Do you fear that you may be left with a body so supremely blessed that it shall be a burden to you?� Io asked, knowing full well of the many annoyances that Kymera's expanding figure had been causing her, especially over the last week, �You know that I will ever be here to serve you in whatever way, waiting eagerly at your beck and call.�

����������� �Thank you, Io, and whatever comes this night, I will surely need to rely upon your constancy even more after tomorrow dawns,� Kymera said, placing her plump yet graceful hand on Io's lean and sun-bronzed one, �But growing too big is the least of my worries.� Rather, I fear that I will not find favor with the Goddess, that She will refuse me her blessing, and I shall begin my reign not one whit more fully-favored than I am now.�

����������� �Please, Mistress, do not let your heart be filled with such doubts,� Io said, leaning in to enfold the buxom Priestess in a tight embrace, �Were you not chosen from all the women in the land for this honor?� Have you not given yourself over to preparation and study for this day as no other Priestess has in the last thousand years?� Surely you have found favor in the Goddess' sight, and in a few short hours She will repay your devotion with blessings too vast to contemplate.� And if these things do not come to pass, if the sun rises tomorrow and finds you even as you are today, then by your goodness and wisdom you shall still rule the order with more grace and kindness than any Priestess of the last age, and all the same you shall have my steadfast love and service.�

����������� �Dear Io, you are such a help to me in all my troubles,� Kymera said, softening and returning Io's embrace so fiercely that she seemed liable to suffocate the smaller girl with her voluminous bosom, �I suppose you are right; whatever comes to pass tonight, it shall be the Goddess's will, and afterward, I will still have you at my side.�

����������� �Thank you, my Mistress,� Io said as a blush spread across her cheeks, �And remember, you are already more magnificently favored than any Priestess in recent memory; whatever may happen, you shall not fail to impress those who come to beg your wisdom and your blessing.� Now come, and dwell no more upon such things; the day is short and there remains much to be done before the evening.�

����������� The last light of day was dying now, and one by one the stars were winking into view in the sky above.� The aromas of a dozen different kinds of incense hung thick in the air, mingling together with each other intoxicatingly.� The sound of voices raised in song and instruments being played filtered in from all reaches of the temple, the many chambers and sinuous turns that the music passed through imbuing it all with a strange, ethereal quality that seemed to belong more to the next world than to this one.� In the heart of the great chamber sat Kymera, alone save for her faithful attendant.� As was the custom of this night, she wore not a single stitch of clothing, that her body might be laid bare to the power of the moon, with every inch of her flesh made receptive to the Goddess' blessing.� She was not entirely unadorned though, for in addition to her own more than ample beauty, her fingers were heavy with rings and jewels.� About her neck she wore a necklace that fairly dripped with emeralds and sapphires, no small number of them hidden as they slid into her cleavage, while on her head she wore a simple circlet plaited from silver so clean and pure that it glowed, looking all the more striking against her jet black hair and the alabaster whiteness of her face.

����������� �How do you feel, my mistress?� Io asked, her voice quiet in the stillness.

����������� �I believe I am finally ready,� Kymera said calmly, though Io noticed that composed as she might appear, her hands were shaking just a little.

����������� �Good, I wish that you believed in yourself as I believe in you,�

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����������� �My dear Io, there is no one who believes in my as you do, and that is why I love you so.� You must be silent now though, I feel that my moment fast approaches.�

����������� Along the edge of the open roof, a sliver of silver appeared and waxed larger.� The moonlight fell against the far wall of the great chamber, and as the Moon floated into view, Her illumination advanced, dispelling the candlelit shadows with pure light.� Time seemed to stop; the beam advanced across the stones of the chamber floor with agonizing slowness, finally approaching the dais where Kymera sat waiting expectantly as the great gibbous sphere above her hove into view.� At last the light reached her, her pale skin luminous in moonlight.� A metallic crackle split the air, as the moonbeam slowly centered itself over the waiting priestess, advancing until her invitingly naked body was completely bathed in the Moon's white radiance.� And then it began.

����������� Io felt a strange tickling on her skin, as if all the energy in the temple was suddenly being drawn into its center, the absolute core where Kymera sat, waiting.� The light around the Priestess' body intensified, growing brighter and brighter, until Io could hardly see her friend and lover in the midst of it.� A strange, throbbing hum filled the air, coming from everywhere and nowhere, from all around her and from inside of her at the same time.� Io squinted her eyes against the light, now tenfold brighter than the sun at noon and washing over Kymera.� There was a distant crack of thunder, and suddenly the blinding light diminished; it was still amazingly bright, but it seemed like somehow it was being absorbed now, the luminous flood at last pouring into some definite place, and as Io blinked again, she could see Kymera still seated at the center of the chamber, and she knew where all that energy was going.

����������� Kymera sat there in the ethereal glow, smiling beatifically, and she was growing.� Gently but insistently, her breasts, already luxuriously full and heavy, were expanding as the Moon's power spilled into her body.� They quivered softly as they expanded; their undersides inched lower and lower, increasingly relying on her sensually large belly for their support.� From the look on her face, Io could tell that Kymera was enjoying the sensation immensely; though her eyes were half-closed in meditation, her hands were eagerly exploring her developing bust, thoughtfully kneading and squeezing her ripening spheres.� Her rate of increase was far from steady; every few seconds Kymera's breasts would suffer a little surge of growth, as if their flesh was having trouble stretching to contain their own accumulating fullness, or possibly the Moon was simply having a bit of fun with her supplicant, and was simply enjoying fattening Kymera's breasts up in spurts.� In either case, Kymera appeared not to mind in the least, for whenever her breasts would shudder as they were enlarged by a couple more inches, Kymera would screw her eyes shut, bite softly at her lower lip, and more often than not issue some small sound of satisfaction.� As the Moon continued to endow her with an ever more sumptuous figure, Kymera's breasts soon swelled to truly provocative dimensions.� They were very nearly twice as wide as her shoulders, so very fat and round that Kymera's upper arms were hidden behind their marmoreal lushness.� Another sudden burst of power poured into them, and the young Priestess's bosom inflated outward by another several inches, to her evident delight.� Her nipples, red as cherries surrounded by a vast and spreading sea of white, grew taut, though whether it was because of the cool night air against her bare flesh or because her body was growing increasingly aroused, Io could not say.� All the same, they were tight and dimpled now, each perhaps half as long as her thumb, but still appearing very small amidst such an expanse of softly swelling expanse of her bosom.� As Kymera's breasts continued to swell, Io wondered for the first time about how heavy they must be getting.� Just over the last couple of weeks, she remembered, the weight of Kymera's fattening bosom had become a hindrance to her (though one that she suffered very happily indeed) inconveniencing her whenever she needed to get dressed or undressed, two activities which Io was always more than willing to be involved in.� Now though, with her breasts fattened to such a consummate degree, Io realized that they must be growing awfully heavy by now.� Indeed, as she watched Kymera, she was beginning to lean forward a bit, so that the growing weight of her bust would be borne by her belly rather than her back, which even know she was rubbing, as if considering for the first time that having a pair of breasts that each weighed upwards of a hundred pounds might be an honor and a pleasure with significant pains accompanying it, and it seemed that the Goddess as well noted her worshiper's growing distress, for the next moment there was a subtle change in the light, a distant piping of the breeze that sounded almost like laughter, and Kymera was struck by a spasm in her lower back.

����������� She jerked back where she sat, and braced her arms behind her to support her weight as she leaned back.� The Priestess's breasts bounced entrancingly as she jumped, jiggling heavily and rolling outwards a little, spread apart by the roundness of her belly.� No longer in the shadow of her breasts, Kymera's belly was now bathed in the silvery moonlight, looking to Io almost as full and round as the Moon Herself, though infinitely more smooth in its perfection, the only shadow upon it being that caused by her navel.� Kymera gazed down the valley between her still-trembling breasts and as she and Io watched her protuberant tummy, it too began to show the effects of the Goddess's blessing.� Already she was much larger than if she had been nine months pregnant, now the Moon evidently intended to give her a belly more appropriate for a woman whose fertility was to sustain the entire realm.� Exposed to the moon's glow, it swelled and grew, almost as if Kymera was a balloon, one that the Goddess was blithely inflating to a fantastic size.� The look of yearning, of unadulterated arousal on Kymera's face told Io that every moment of this was just heavenly for her, but as she needed to support herself with her arms, her growing belly could only tantalize her, as she had no hands free to explore its ever so ample delights.� Bathed in the moonlight, her belly continued to swell, becoming rounder and wider the more power she absorbed.� Io could hear Kymera's stifled moans of arousal, her breath coming in uneven little gasps that only made her expanding figure wobble all the more hypnotically.� At last Kymera's belly was now at least twice as large as that of a woman fully pregnant and indeed generously more than that besides.� It bulged out wider than her body (though even sporting such a sumptuous belly, her waist was beguilingly narrow from behind), laying with obvious heaviness upon her long, shapely thighs and covering them well beyond her knees.� Both women stared at it for a moment, the seconds seemed to stretch into infinity as they gazed at Kymera's luxuriant middle, waiting to see if the Goddess was satisfied with her efforts so far.� Indeed, Kymera's growth had only stopped for a moment, as if the Moon had wanted to give her a rest before endowing her with a figure of altogether impossible fertility.� With a sudden flash of light, Kymera endured a surge that forced her belly to broaden by several inches, swelling out impressively to her sides.� At the same time, its lower curve grew fuller and more expansive as well; with a lustful sigh, Kymera tried to move herself closer to the edge of the dais, parting her legs as she did so to give her enlarged belly more room to grow.� Another burst of celestial power was pumped into her body; and again her belly ballooned submissively as it was laden with more and more weight.� Io could almost hear Kymera's belly creaking as it strained to hold so much, but all these weeks of stuffing herself to her absolute limits had evidently paid off, for though a sheen of sweat made her skin glisten moistly in the light, the expression on her face was never one of anything other than perfect ecstasy.� As a result of her two sudden injections of lunar power, Kymera's belly was now fully three times the size it had been just a few minutes before.� Kymera's soft, swollen breasts rested upon it once again, as it had become entirely too round and broad for them to slide off it, her twin orbs instead being supported by it so that they were now just a couple inches from her chin, which was more and more beginning to become a double one.� Her belly was now so wide that Io couldn't even see Kymera's arms behind it's opulent breadth, while below it swelled out very nearly so far as her knees, forcing them apart and bulging expansively down between them.� For a moment it appeared as if her growth had ceased; the winsome young Priestess gazed up at the heavens, longingly beseeching the object of her devotion.� The Goddess did not test her faith for long.

����������� As Io watched, a tremor ran through Kymera's body, her arms tensing up as if she felt the ground moving beneath her while the more enticingly enlarged regions of her anatomy wobbled from the tension.� Though the temple still felt as solid to Io as it had the moment before, Kymera continued to glance fearfully around the chamber, as if she expected that any second now the massive columns supporting the roof might crumble, or that the floor might split asunder right beneath her, all the while struggling to brace her deliciously jigglesome figure against the uncertain ground on which she sat.� A moment later a look of realization spread across Kymera's face; and her worry melted away as an immensely satisfied smile took its place.� For she had realized that it was not the earth which was quaking beneath her, but rather her own backside, which, it was now quite apparent, was now on the receiving end of the Moon's increasingly profuse blessings.� As Io looked on in astonishment, she saw Kymera gently rising where she sat as her already well-filled behind was inflating vigorously.� Kymera' rose where she sat as countless pound accumulated beneath her, her plump seat wobbling and swelling beneath her as the Goddess poured her power into it.� Not only was it expanding beneath Kymera; it was also rapidly spreading wider and wider as the same power which was so effortlessly treating her rear like a balloon was also inducing her hips to fatten.� Inch by fertile inch they spread out to the Priestess's sides.� Before long her hips were so wide that they no longer lay in the shadow of her prodigious belly, and as the moonlight shone at last upon their blossoming magnificence, their rate of growth only quickened, as if the Moon was now able to pump her power into Kymera's burgeoning hips all the more easily, and intended to waste no time in supplying Her Priestess-to-be with as much as she could possibly endure.� Soon Kymera's hips were several inches wider than her resplendent belly, and as impossibly full and fat as they were becoming, Io could still see that their flesh remained as soft and yielding as ever, jiggling with fullness, while still so excitingly smooth and supple that she had to remind herself of her promise not to approach Kymera unless her plumpening mistress beckoned her hence.� Kymera looked as if her body was scarcely able to take in so much, and at so hurried a pace.� Her body flooded with more fat than her overfilled behind could contain, Kymera's thighs began to billow outward as well.� Though they had remained fairly sleek and smooth even over the last few weeks as the Priestess gorged herself, now they too were stuffed with fat until they quivered with it, soft, and sensuous and giving way beneath the weight of her huge belly.� And her belly too was suffering the same fate as her thickening thighs as Kymera's bottom was overfilled by the whim of the Goddess.� Though not expanding nearly so quickly as her parts below, Kymera's belly, which already looked about as full as it could be, was steadily growing� larger as well, bulging out well beyond her chubby knees and fast approaching Kymera's ankles, which were only now beginning to plump up with the rest of her.� Sitting more than a foot higher now thanks to her billowing behind, Kymera wobbled uncertainly upon her seat.� To Io it looked as if she were trying to keep her balance while perched atop two enormous masses of jelly, jiggling and swelling until Kymera had to fight to simply keep her feet from losing contact with the floor.� Kymera's hips, if anything, were being fattened at an even greater rate; They were now well beyond a foot wider on either side than her still-expanding belly, sublimely full and almost too squeezable for words.� A look of uneasiness verging on pain crossed Kymera's face as her body continued to swell with fat, for while it looked as if her lower regions might easily be compelled to take in another ten stone worth and still have room to grow, her belly looked as if it was drawing very near to its limits.� Io saw Kymera, her eyes closed tightly with concentration mutely mouthing words that she could not decipher, when suddenly, with one last flash of light that distended her belly until it creaked and filled her hips until she was a full two feet broader across the beam than she was at the belly, the light of the Moon seemed to wink out like a candle, and Io found herself once more alone with Kymera, in the grand chamber lit only by the light of the torches around them.

����������� �Oh! Oh, my Mistress, are you alright?� Is it over?� Io asked as she sprang to her feet, ready to rush to the Priestess's side.

����������� �Yes, Io, I am quite alright,� Kymera said with a wave of her hand, �And no, my work this night is not complete, not nearly yet.�

����������� �But, what has happened then?� Io asked, glancing up at the open roof of the great chamber, where only a roiling mass of clouds could now be seen, �Where has the Moon gone to?�

����������� �Io, I can hear Her now, Her voice grows more clear to me the more of Her essence she pours into me,� Kymera said with a faraway look in her eyes, struggling to sit up and caress her overladen belly, �The Goddess has seen fit to smile upon me, and has given me far more than I could ever have hoped for.� At the same time, it has been many long ages since She turned her full power towards making a mortal woman into the vessel of Her glory, and I'm afraid that She has been giving me rather more than I can pleasantly withstand.� Still, the Goddess is merciful and has granted me this time to rest, before She shines Her light upon me once more and transforms me into a proper emissary of Her glory.�

����������� �So it will come to pass then?� Io asked, �The Goddess has seen fit to grant your prayers?�

����������� �Oh yes, dear Io, she is most eager to grant my fondest wishes and more besides,� Kymera said contentedly as she rubbed her massive belly, the dancing firelight reflecting off her taut, pale skin �Oh, by the Goddess, I need something to take my mind off how very full I feel!� Please, Io, do bring me a cup of wine.� No- bring the whole barrel; as full as I am, I am awfully thirsty.�

����������� �Of course, Mistress, be it as you say,� Io demurred, hastening to an adjoining chamber and returning rolling a small barrel which sloshed with wine.

����������� �Please, Io, pour me a cup quickly,� Kymera begged, �I know not how long the Goddess will give me before She returns again, and I am sure that a drink or two will help me to better endure Her generosity.�

����������� �Yes, my mistress, here you are,� Io said as she gave the brimming cup to her lady, who drank it down in one gulp and motioned for more, �This is all to the good then, is it not?� You will be as great and vast as the Priestesses of Old, and the Goddess's grace shall cover this city and all the lands surrounding it with riches and fatness?�

����������� �Oh, Io, I have glimpsed into the mind of the Goddess,� Kymera said as she swallowed down her fourth cup of wine, �She means to grant all of our hopes and more besides.� Indeed, if I read her rightly, She intends to make me the greatest of all the Priestesses of our order by far.� I only hope that I am worthy, and that my mortal frame is able to contain such an outpouring of divine beneficence.� Another cup, if you please.�

����������� �My mistress, what can I do to help?� Io said, noticing with no small degree of alarm that all the wine that Kymera was drinking had only rendered her massive belly more forswollen, though as Kymera's insatiable thirst left her bloated to ever more excessive dimensions, the wine at least seemed to helping her to relax.

����������� �This is good; I'm feeling better already.� Keep pouring,� Kymera assured Io as she threw back another cupful, her distressingly overfilled belly helplessly straining to hold it all, �Io, I think I need your help.� The Goddess; She�s going to be filling me with even more before long.� She told me she knows that She's been pushing my limits already, but She wants to make me so much bigger, and we only have tonight to do it.� I don't know how long she can wait, but soon, soon She'll start filling me up again.� I can't stay right here, I'm already so top-heavy I think I'll just topple right down the stairs if I get much bigger here.� Please, help me get to the center of the dais.� I'll be able to make myself comfortable there, and She'll be able to pour even more of her power into me there.�

����������� With her legs trembling from the weight that Kymera forced them to support, the exquisitely fattened Priestess rose unsteadily to her feet.� She seemed unprepared to carry all the weight that she had gained; her hands cradling her massive belly and looking as if at any moment she might lose her balance and fall either headlong down the steps in front of her, or find herself landing heavily upon a rear so overladen with fat that Io worried about what the impact of Kymera's weight upon it might do.� Already panting from the effort of supporting her own luscious body, Kymera slowly turned and tried to make her way to the center of the Dais.� Her entire body bounced as she moved, the lush overfullness of her figure and the tentative uncertainly of her every motion instilled her every painstaking step with an alluring helplessness.� Carefully, she picked her way through the panoply of pillows that lay between her and her goal.� Io knew that she should be at her Mistress's side, helping her, supporting her, but somehow she simply couldn't tear her gaze away from Kymera's quakingly overfattened behind.� At long last, Kymera reached the center of the dais and, breathing a great sigh of exhaustion and relief, her legs gave way beneath her and she slid seductively to the floor, the rustling of parting pillows overpowered by a loud smack as her luscious behind collided forcefully with the polished marble of the floor, followed a split second later by the sound of her belly slapping against her thighs.

����������� �Io, I can hear Her; Oh yes, yes, I'm ready for more!� Kymera cried as she gazed expectantly at the sky, �Thank you for the wine, Io, but please, get yourself clear; I must do this alone.�

����������� As Io scrambled off the dais, dragging the almost empty wine barrel behind her, Kymera tried to situate herself comfortably, sitting upon her fulsome behind as if it were a chair, supporting her sumptuous thighs more than a foot off the ground, her feet stretched out in front of her, and her colossal belly resting heavily between her outspread legs, it's upper hemisphere all but hidden by her ponderously fattened breasts, which rose and fell softly with her every anxious breath.� The clouds high above began to disperse, melting away like the morning fog in early summer, and the Moon revealed Her glory once again, sending down a great silvery shaft of light that enveloped the expectant Priestess.� Last time, nothing had happened right away, as if Kymera's body had needed to be filled up completely with the Goddess's power before it built up enough to alter her figure.� This time however, it was obvious that Kymera was quite full enough to begin with that her augmentation began without delay.

����������� With reflected moonlight shimmering in her eyes, Kymera arched her back proudly, thrusting her bounteous bosom outwards in offering.� A moment later though, the look of satisfaction and anticipation on her face changed to one of surprise and concern as instead, her belly, more recently expanded than any other part of her body and unwisely filled with the better part of a sizable cask of wine just moments before, began to swell.� Kymera's hands flew downward to support it, her plump fingers fanning out widely as she sought to support its increasing weight.� Already it was several inches wider than before, swelling out to Kymera's sides as it grew more tantalizingly immense.� Kymera gazed down at her growing belly with look of terrified awe; just a few minutes ago her belly had projected out a good three feet in front of her, and now it was rapidly approaching four.� As enormously full and fat as she was getting though, Kymera's navel only grew more self-indulgently deep, as if the Goddess transforming her body wished to be perfectly clear that Kymera was every inch an avatar of fertility and abundance, and every inch was turning out to be an awful lot of inches indeed.� Sumptuously overfilled now, Kymera's vast belly was so white and perfect that Io wondered if the Moon were intent on making her Priestess every bit as round and vast as She Herself.� Kymera's belly was broader even than her fulsome hips now, it shivered with fullness as the Goddess pumped gallon upon gallon of fat into it, seeking to test Kymera's faith in Her benevolence, or perhaps simply heedless of how much She was pouring into the poor girl.� Struggling to support the immense weight of her belly, Kymera did her best to support it, her plump arms sinking into the expanse of yielding flesh as she tried to get her hands beneath it.� But she was far too huge for that now, and despite her efforts, the great, unsupported weight of her belly continued to grow and grow.� To Io it looked as if she were trying to pull her legs up underneath it a bit more, that their support might keep it from hanging so very heavy and free.� As she pressed them up beneath its billowing rondure though, the expression of discomfort and alarm on Kymera's face told Io that she was unwilling to put her already overfattened belly under any more pressure than she absolutely had to.� The Goddess, however, had no such reluctance and blithely continued to force Her Priestess to become more and more massive.� She found she could do nothing more than sit there, pinned in place by her own oppressive heaviness, unable to do anything except hope she could take it all, her belly steadily ballooning larger and larger until at last, as a shiver ran through her burgeoning body, Io realized that Kymera's belly had at last become so titanic that it touched the cold, hard marble of the floor in front of her.� Kymera looked relived for an instant, as if pleased to know that she finally had something to help support the weight of her overfilled belly, while a second later hers eyes grew wide with the knowledge that that was how enormous she already was, and the Goddess's generosity remained utterly relentless.��� The area of contact between Kymera's skin and the floor increased; as full as her belly was, it was also distressingly heavy, and it was obvious that even though it was a relief for Kymera not to have to bear all that weight herself, as her belly sat more and more heavily upon the ground in front of her, it was only because the amount of fat contained within her was growing ever greater.� Kymera's belly swelled out gorgeously beyond her hips now, magnificently full and fertile, so incomparably overladen that all she could do was gaze beseechingly at the Moon above and helplessly massage the vast, billowing sphere before her as it continued to expand.� Even from halfway across the chamber, Io could hear it groaning with excess; so immense that its vast weight seemed to be mostly supported by the floor rather than by Kymera's straining back, and if anything, it looked like if Kymera were to keep growing at this rate, it would very shortly become so huge as to start interfering with her ability to keep her feet on the floor.� Kymera moaned.� Her belly was so massive it looked as if she were nearly fit to burst, almost throbbing as the Goddess flooded her dangerously beyond repletion.� And then, all at once, it stopped, like the Moon had finally realized precisely how excessive She had been in her bestowal of gifts, or perhaps simply because, whatever unpleasantness it had entailed for Kymera, she was now precisely as big as the Goddess desired her to be.

����������� The sumptuously full-figured Priestess looked downwards, trying to see beyond her overdeveloped bust to gauge just how engorged her surpassingly fertile belly truly was.� As the immensity of the Goddess's gifts dawned upon her, the Priestess gave a sigh of wonder and relief.� At least she would have, had that sigh not been interrupted as she gave a start and tried to twist around backwards as she felt her luxuriant behind being fattened up with every bit as much ardor as the Goddess had poured into her overfattened belly mere seconds before.� Already her rear bulged out lushly behind her, Kymera's posture only serving to display it all the more plainly.� Now though, as the moonlight illuminated its more than generous contours, Kymera shivered as the Moon's power flooded into her naked and unprotected behind.� By nature she was already considerably more wobbly back there than she was up front, and as the Moon fattened her up, Kymera's rear rippled and quaked as, unlike her brimming belly, it appeared distressingly ready to receive every ounce that the Moon saw fit to load her with.� Like a dam being over-topped by a raging flood and losing all power to resist the torrent pouring past it, Kymera began to expand still faster, her hips suddenly surging outwards as flood inside of her body gained in strength.� It was as if the Goddess had just realized that Kymera's magnificent, womanly hips paled in comparison to her lavishly overfattened belly, and in haste to make amends, was now pumping them so full, so quickly that Io wondered how Kymera could even bear it, though of course she no longer had much choice in the matter, as it was obvious that her figure had some time since become too over-endowed for her to stand under her own strength.� And so, she sat there on the dais, receiving every drop that the Goddess might see fit to lade her with, helpless to do anything but submissively accept it and pray that the Moon might at least go gently with her.� At the moment though, gentleness did not seem to be in the stars.� Kymera's hips ballooned out as if each one had just been charged with another hundred pounds or more of fat.� Though they still jiggled with softness, Io could hear them straining to absorb such a prodigious amount.� Soon they were broad enough that they drew up even with her mammoth belly; such opulence clearly did not satisfy the Goddess, for a moment later Kymera's body shuddered as she endured another violent surge of growth; a full two hundred pounds more was stuffed into her hips in the space of a few seconds, and though it looked as if Kymera's hips were saturated to their absolute limits and a generous bit more besides, they finally were broader once more than any other part of her body, and giving her an hourglass figure once more, colossally exaggerated though it was.� The Moon wasted no time either, in filling Kymera's figure to Her own ideal proportions, though clearly those proportions exceeded anything which a mortal woman might aspire to by a hundredfold at the very least.� As the spirit of the Moon flooded into her, Kymera's ass ballooned with fat so rapidly and so overwhelmingly that in comparison her hips had seemed to have taken their time in filling out.� With a rush and a surge that seemed to echo off of the very walls of the chamber, Kymera's quaking rear fattened as if the Goddess had turned a raging river, swollen to flooding with rains of spring, loose within her supple flesh.� In mere moments, her rump doubled in size.� Her thick, sensuous thighs suddenly seemed almost skinny in comparison to it as it billowed out behind her, as if the Goddess had decided that it was not a colossal belly after all by which Her Priestess would be known, but a seat so unutterably callipygous as to put any middle, no matter how immense, to shame, and was wasting to time in improving Kymera's figure to fit Her divine standards.� Her rippling cheeks, brimming with fat, reluctantly spread out wider as she gained more weight, so very full, so lusciously fat that they now swelled out every inch of three feet behind her.� And all the while swelling wider and wider, until even Kymera's massive hips were overwhelmed by their dimensions, and as her figure continued to broaden, it was not her hips that spread out more expansively, but rather her delectably fondlesome derriere.� Io searched Kymera's face for some sign of how her Mistress was bearing up under such treatment, fearing that having her body fattened to such salacious excess was causing her every bit as much discomfort as having her belly blown up like a balloon.� And yet, only a look of unalloyed triumph and ecstasy graced Kymera's plump face; she looked for all the world as if she might happily endure having her nether regions pumped full of fat until she filled the entire temple.� Kymera's ass quivered from its lush and exorbitant burden, and as Io looked on, she was filled with a terrible certainty that Kymera was ready and willing to submit to more, much, much more of this treatment before she had had too much.� The Goddess, however, seemed inclined, just this once, to show mercy to Her servant, relenting even before Kymera's wobbling ass was filled quite to bursting.� Perhaps it was simply a display of Her own capricious favor, doing what She wished in all disregard of what mere mortals might beg for, but from what happened a few brief moments later, it seemed infinitely more likely to Io that She had merely become bored with testing the limits of Kymera's overswollen behind, and craved the novelty of bestowing Her gifts somewhere else.

����������� All the while that Kymera's belly had been swelling to such magnificent dimensions, the light of the Moon had been shining down upon her breasts as well.� While her hips had been filled until they were twice as wide as before, while her rump was pumped so succulently overfull of fat that it's prodigious weight pinned her luscious body to the floor, the silvery beam of light had washed over her voluminous bosom, the Moon's full power shining down upon the naked expanse of Kymera's buxom charms.� All while the rest of her body grew more and more voluptuous and fertile to the eye, the light had been gleaming down upon the pale skin of her breasts, penetrating them to their very depths, filling them with a vast but latent power, soaking them through with a stimulant energy until Kymera's huge, heavy melons were so saturated with it that if she had squeezed them, the power might well have dripped from them like water from a sodden sponge.� And now, the Goddess turned Her full attention to Kymera's sumptuous orbs, pouring the full abundance of her bountiful strength into those two already-swollen spheres.� In truth, to touch them off required very little power at this point, just as even a single match can set off a whole barrel of gunpowder.� Still, leaving nothing to chance, or perhaps simply reveling in another opportunity to fatten Kymera to the utmost ends of her capacity, the Goddess poured it all on, every glistening drop of her power, into Kymera's ample bust.

����������� In a split second, Kymera's breasts inflated at a nigh-explosive rate.� The amount of fat laden within her heaving bosom doubled in the blink of an eye, her breasts stretching to truly mammoth proportions to contain it all.� Her nipples, unprepared for this sudden, massive burst of growth, yielded with a sound like a brace of champagne bottles popping open, her taut, cherry red peaks straining against the pressure within them, and though they withstood the onslaught splendidly, the great torrent of fat rushing into her left Kymera's nipples blown up to a good four inches long each, and nearly as wide in proportion, still every bit the crimson-flushed, turgid tips they had been before, but alarmingly more swollen, and from the weak but longing sounds that passed from Kymera's lips, exquisitely sensitive.� As her breasts swelled, covering more and more of her gorgeous belly, Kymera's areolae too, strained to withstand accumulating gallons of fat within her breasts; as Io looked on in fear and amazement they were stretched out to the size of supper plates, their supple skin laboring to withstand such a flood of abundance as no mere mortal woman could possibly long survive.� Kymera though, was up to the challenge, if only barely.� Her breasts expanded until they were broader than even her huge, lush, belly, their massiveness weighing her brimming belly ever more heavily to the floor.� Exceedingly overfilled now, Kymera's quakingly forswollen breasts bulged out beyond the utmost curve of her belly.� Each was several feet across now, and Io found herself mesmerized by the way that Kymera's breasts, though now visibly throbbing with fatness and barely able to contain their own luscious immensity, remained just a flawless in their alabaster perfection as when they had been the size of mere sweet-melons.� Kymera's breasts quivered with overfullness, steadily swelling lower and wider and bigger, her monumental belly gradually disappearing beneath their bulk. �Surely no woman but one with the blood of the Ancients could have withstood even a tenth of what Kymera was so submissively receiving, and even so, the Goddess plainly meant to test her.� Her breasts must easily weigh a full five hundred pounds each, Io thought; as soon as she thought about it, that number seemed impossibly large, astronomical beyond all decent proportions, and yet, as Kymera's bust grew ever more bloated with fat, she began to wonder if she had not actually been too conservative in her estimation.� Kymera's overinflated breasts loomed out beyond her belly now, rapidly approaching the same breadth as her hips, which so very recently had seemed to Io to be the very epitome of excess.� Kymera's arms, so indulgently fat between her plump shoulders and her elbows, were far too short to reach around their circumference, her chubby fingers clutching helplessly at the two overinflated flesh balloons that were so hastily and uncontrollably billowing outward from her voluptuous body.� Kymera's massive belly was almost completely in shadow now, shielded from the Moon's light by her overfattened bosom.� Her bust was wider than even her overfed behind, growing broader as every naked inch of her exposed skin soaked up the moonlight and forced her breasts to ever more sumptuous repletion.� Soon they swelled lower even than Kymera's navel, throbbing and quivering as they were forced to accept more and more fat, straining with it, trembling at the added burden of each extra pound that was being stuffed into the Priestess's surfeited bosom.� Kymera's breasts now swelled out fully a foot wider than even her enchantingly jigglesome ass, each one surely weighing several hundred pounds now, her nipples pneumatically puffy, their overblown tautness exciting Io in ways she could not describe even to herself.� Kymera truly looked as if she could take no more; her massive breasts were swollen distressingly beyond their limits, and Io could almost see their skin becoming shiny as they grew intolerably tight, crammed with more fat than any woman of the earth could possibly contain.

����������� And then, as if She had just remembered a pressing piece of business elsewhere, the Moon vanished again, leaving Kymera there upon her dais, panting to catch her breath, her skin slick with perspiration, and her body absolutely overflowing with voluptuousness.� With the light gone once again, Io hastened to Kymera's side, marveling as she came closer, discovering just how immaculately massive her mistress had become.� When Io reached her, she was almost afraid to lay a hand on Kymera's body; she seemed so dangerously overfattened that to touch her even lightly seemed a foolish risk.� Still, her curiosity and desire were irresistible, and after a doubtful moment, Io gingerly pressed one hand against Kymera's fat-engorged bosom, feeling the heat that radiated from her creamy flesh, the way her heartbeat was still racing, pulsating within her distended breasts, and how, in spite of their unchecked expansion, they remained so tantalizingly soft and supple beneath her questing fingers.� Io was startled by the sound of Kymera's sharp intake of breath; her touch had evidently roused her mistress from a reverie of well-earned pleasure.� Kymera's eyes opened, her long, full lashes fluttering as if she had been awakened from a deep, but ever so enjoyable dream, and after an instant of fleeting confusion, she turned her head towards Io and looked upon her expectantly, her plump lips parted as if a half-formed question hung upon them.

����������� �My Mistress, are you well?� Has the Goddess at last found you worthy then?� Io asked, feeling her own heart hammering in her chest, worried that perhaps Kymera had been transported to such a state of felicity that she had taken all leave of her senses.

����������� �Oh...Oh, Io, you're here,� Kymera murmured, the distant, dreamy look in her eyes fading as her wits returned to her, �Yes, I'm quite- that is, well- I just feel so incredible, I haven't even the words to describe it.�

����������� �Kymera, how relieved I am that you have survived your trial and been blessed so abundantly by the Moon for your devotion,� Io breathed, now attentively stroking the Priestess's overblown bosom, �Truly, you are now greater than any other Priestess who has ever lived.� Of all those in the great hall of statues, even the Ancient Ones, none can now compare to your own glorious plenteousness.�

����������� �Am I truly greater than the Ancients then?� Kymera asked, her hands eagerly exploring the immensity of her sumptuous figure, �I feel as if I have become entirely too vast to even judge the compass of my form.� Surely, the Goddess has dealt very generously with me indeed.�

����������� �And the Goddess,� Io began, hanging upon Kymera's every word, �What other secrets has she revealed to you?� What great things are you now fitted to accomplish, now that you are a proper vessel of her glory?�

����������� �The Goddess; I felt Her thoughts, Her words, Her will pouring into my mind just as her power poured into my body,� Kymera said, trying to untangle all the things which had been imparted to her, �She told me She was pleased with me, and that She had rendered me ample to carry out Her will in the world.� That I could proceed onwards from here and bring Her love and bounteousness to all the world with what She had given me...�

����������� �And? What else did She say?� Io asked, hearing the pregnant pause that followed Kymera's words, �What other visions did She show to you?�

����������� �She told me that if I were willing; if I truly believed myself elect among all mortal women to be Her Chosen One, that She had still one more boon to grant me,� Kymera answered, �She said that I would not be foolish to decline it, and indeed, She could not guarantee my safety if I submitted to Her further ministrations, but that if I endured it, together we might usher in an age of wealth and plenty the likes of which the world has never dreamt of.�

����������� �What then shall you do, my Mistress?� Io asked, offering Kymera a cup of wine, which the Priestess eagerly accepted, �Shall you be content with these- these monumental gifts which She has given you, or will you hazard all for the promise of even more?�

����������� �I, I do not know,� Kymera admitted, draining the chalice and wiping a few stray drops from her full lips with her plump hand, �I feel so indescribably over-brimming with life right now, so impossibly lush and fertile that I feel as if hardly anything would now be beyond my power.� I thirst for even more, to have these gifts of mine magnified and increased even more, doubled, tripled if I imagined I could bear it, and yet, I feel so unbearably full as well, my entire body sings with pleasure, but still I feel as if I have already drunk too deeply from the well of heaven.� Oh, I would give anything to feel my flesh yielding and spreading as the Goddess loads me even more blissful fulsomeness than I now possess, but I fear that I already totter upon the utmost extent of what a woman can withstand.� It fills me with ecstasy to know that I now rejoice in a figure greater than even the most voluptuous matriarch of old, but while I am tempted to grow bigger still, I cannot help but wonder why none, even among the Ancients, successfully absorbed more of the Moon's power than I.� Perhaps they were wiser than I am.�

����������� �So, shall you be content then, to rule our order as you are now?� Io asked, �There can be none who doubt that you are the very embodiment of the Goddess's generosity and mercy, so awe-inspiring is your current state.�

����������� �I- I do not know,� Kymera admitted, letting her plump double chin fall forward, sinking into the gently wobbling mountains before her, �What do you think I should do, Io?� Shall I be satisfied, knowing that I have accomplished every thing that I had dreamed of doing this night?� Should I find contentment in effecting all the good that I may do with a long, and prosperous reign?� Or do I dare to trust the Goddess with complete dominion over my body one more time?�

����������� �Well, you certainly are quite spectacular just as you are,� Io admitted, reverentially stroking the soft, pale expanse of Kymera's overladen bosom, �And yet, and I speak wholly of my own desires and not of the good of any other woman, there is a part of me which thirsts to see you made even more magnificent than you are now.�

����������� �Hmmm, the temptation of it swells within me as well,� Kymera allowed, her eyes narrowing as she, savored Io's seductively gentle touch, �But no, a Priestess cannot let her own desires overrule her duty.� Come, Io, help me to stand if you can.� We must tell all the women of the temple; their Goddess has smiled upon me, an age of untold fruitfulness and riches dawns with the coming day!�

����������� The faint hint of disappointment in Io's eye was quickly displaced by a sparkle of excitement.� She braced herself against Kymera as solidly as she was able, a task made difficult by the fact that as massive Priestess's had become, there was no part of her quite firm enough to support her by.� And while her sublimely jigglesome figure would surely prove endlessly pleasing in Kymera's chambers, it made her helping her up quite a challenge.� Nonetheless, at length Io managed to get herself situated beneath Kymera's arm, her mistress's monstrously plumped up hip pressing with soft immensity against her own trim body, and one of Kymera's massively bloated breasts swelling out in front of her, its welcoming warmth and lush softness distracting Io from the task at hand.� Moaning with exertion, both women struggled to raise Kymera to her feet.� Her entire body quaked lusciously, her legs, so sleek and so enthrallingly full of flesh, were hardly equal to lifting such ponderous beauty from her place upon the dais.� Kymera's tremendous bosom heaved with her every urgent breath, but in the end, it was all for naught.� Io collapsed against Kymera's body, and the Priestess as well gave up the struggle against gravity's irresistible pull.

����������� �Very- well- then,� Kymera panted, a flush of pink spreading across her more buxom regions,� Io- Io, why don't you go and fetch some of the guards to help.� I'm- I'm sure that I'll get better at this once I've had some time to get accustomed to being so heavy, but for now, I think I shall require a few more strong hands to help me to my chambers.�

����������� �Of course, Mistress, at once,� Io agreed, but just as she started towards the towering metal door that led out of the great chamber, it rang out like a gong.

����������� Both Kymera and Io stared at it for a moment.� It was not that the fact that someone was beating on the door was so very unexpected after all; indeed with all the noise that the two of them had just been making, it seemed entirely likely that someone waiting outside might be wondering if the both of them were quite all right.� All the same though, this interruption of the rest of the world so soon after what had been an immensely transformative experience took them both aback for a moment.� Finally, Kymera took a deep breath, tried to look as divine as was possible while still fighting to catch her breath, and nodded to Io.

����������� �Kymera, High Priestess of the Moon, Most Favored of the Goddess, bids you enter,� Io shouted, trying to affect as courtly a tone as she could muster.

����������� For a moment there was no answer, and then, slowly and unevenly, one of the doors swung inward.� A narrow but widening slit of torch-lit hallway appeared beyond it, and Io heard several hushed murmurs of amazement as those keeping vigil without received their first glimpse of their Priestess since the night began.� When the opening was just barely big enough to admit a person passage though, the door stopped, and a moment later, Larissa the cook, her hair tied neatly up in a bun and her best chef's tunic cinched snugly about her trim waist, with a belt of golden links fastened securely just below her own modest bosom, popped through the door, marched resolutely to the foot of the dais, looked up to see Kymera smiling down at her, her round face neatly framed by her bobbed black hair.� Whatever it was that Larissa had been prepared for, clearly this was not it.� A look of blank confusion flitted across her be-freckled face, her eyes darting this way and that as she simultaneously tried to wrap her mind around how tremendously huge Kymera now was, while at the same time trying not to stare at the tantalizingly excessive voluptuousness of her Priestess.� Io's mouth opened and closed a few times, as is she were a fish that had just found itself to be decidedly not in the water anymore.� At last, Kymera spoke.

����������� �What ho, Larissa, I did not expect you to be the first to wish me well after my ascension,� Kymera said, a wry smile curling her sensuous mouth, �Why then are you here, before all the others, the elders of out order, before even old Freya herself?�

����������� �Well, your holiness,� Larissa said with the air of someone making it all up as she went along, �I, er, well, I have come on behalf of the others to warn you.�

����������� �To warn me?� Kymera chuckled, tremors rippling throughout her bewitchingly immense figure, �And what peril have you, of all women, come to warn me of?�

����������� �Why, Mistress, I come to warn you of the peril of allowing yourself to be made any larger than you already are,� Larissa said, her voice fairly dripping with concern, �There are whispers, you know, that no woman should strive to exceed the greatness of the Ancients and any who did might risk the wrath of the Goddess Herself.�

����������� �Indeed?� Kymera said, already seeing where this was going, and somewhat bored at having to have this discussion again so soon, �You may put your mind at ease then, for Io and I had just decided that I have had more than-�

����������� �Because of course, everyone else out there is so awfully worried about you and your well-being, My Lady,� Larissa interrupted, �They say that any woman who drinks too deeply from the Moon's abundance may gain strange and unnatural powers, her mind warped in curious and unsavory ways, and I should hate, My Mistress, if such a fate were to befall you.�

����������� �Larissa, you may stop lying now, if it is not too much of an imposition,� Kymera said, having finally had enough, �We both know that you would have given anything to be the one sitting up here on the dais right now, fattened to within an inch of your life, with skinny little me having to meekly approach you and blather on all day about how great an wondrous you were.�

����������� �What? Ah, I, well, what ever gave you that idea?� Larissa stammered, the conversation veering even further away from the course she had been prepared for.

����������� �Oh, come off it; I'm not nearly as empty-headed as you've always taken me to be, and don't think I haven't noticed all the little slights you have shown me over the years, especially in the last few months since I was chosen,� Kymera lectured her with a weary sigh, �I haven't been oblivious, I've simply had more important things to do than trade barbs with a bitchy cook, even one so talented as yourself.� I had hoped that after tonight it would have been obvious even to you, my dear Larissa, that the elders did not err in choosing me, and that I am, in fact, the most naturally gifted Priestess in the last thousand years at the very least, but now here you come in, on the moment of my greatest triumph to needle and bicker and all the worse, to try to hide it beneath some flimsy cloak of concern for me.�

����������� �Oh, no, your Holiness, I never meant to-�

����������� �Be silent! And stop interrupting me,� Kymera broke in, �I had hoped that I might have had a moment's peace from your trouble-making for one day at the very least, but evidently that was my mistake, and so I intend to be big about it and not hold your own quarrelsome nature against you.� Furthermore, you are the best cook the temple has had in living memory, and I think, especially now that my appetites shall be considerably larger, that I shall have greater use of your talents than before.� And that, my dear Larissa, is why I think I shall give you exactly what you have always wanted.�

����������� �Whatever do you mean, my Priestess?� Larissa asked, confused as to exactly what Kymera was offering her, but hopeful in spite of her doubts that the Priestess had decided to bestow some boon upon her.

����������� �You will see soon enough,� Kymera said with a satisfied smile, �But first, you must stand there just as you are until I dismiss you, and not breathe another word until I give you leave to do so, is that understood?�

����������� Larissa opened her mouth as if she were about to say something else, but then, seeing the sternness in Kymera's eyes, simply nodded, and stood there, looking vaguely apprehensive, but more than a little eager as well.

����������� �Ah, perhaps we begin to understand each other at last,� Kymera murmured, focusing her eyes on the petite redhead before her, �If you enjoy this one tenth as much as I think I will, you shall be very pleased indeed.�

����������� The room seemed to grow dim for a moment; the torches guttered as if their fire fought for breath.� The air grew still, and Kymera closed her eyes as if she were looking inward, her hands resting serenely upon her enormous bosom.� Suddenly the torches blazed to life again, a night wind howled through the open roof, and Kymera's eyes opened, gleaming with a silvery inner light.� She fixed her unwavering stare upon Larissa.� Io could only look on in wonder, not knowing exactly what was about to happen.� Until it happened.

����������� Larissa glanced down at her body, then took a surprised step back, as if she had just been poked by an invisible finger.� With curious hands, she clutched at her middle, and then Io saw what was happening.� Larissa was getting fatter.� Already her firm, flat belly was no more; in the space a few seconds she was filling out enough that even the deep folds of her tunic could not disguise it.� Larissa clapped her hands to it with delight, eagerly kneading her growing belly which, from the look of it, was quite soft and well-suited for kneading.� Before a minute had passed, Larissa boasted a modest little potbelly, the cloth of her tuning drawing tightly against it, and leaving the front of her hemline to hang several inches out in front of her still slender thighs.� Entranced by her own burgeoning body, Larissa sighed contentedly as she rubbed her expanding figure; Io was tempted to figure out how many months pregnant she looked, but the truth was, it was quite plain that Kymera was giving her rival a figure fitted more for overeating than for fertility.� Already a line was beginning to form across the front of the cook's belly; she was growing very plump indeed, though she still looked as happy as could be.� Soon, Io noticed that Larissa's belly was expanding more slowly now, but when she took stock of the rest of the short redhead's figure, she realized that she was still putting on weight just as rapidly as before.� Her narrow hips began to assert themselves, first gently swelling into existence, and then swiftly flaring into a state of rather immodest roundness.� There was to be no hourglass figure for Larissa though; as broad as her hips became, her belly hastily fattened to keep pace, stretching her tunic until it clung to her like a second skin.� Larissa's legs began to fatten up as well, the empty space between them rapidly diminishing as they thickened, quaking gently all the while.� Io realized that Kymera's focus had not changed, she was still pumping her new-found power into Larissa just as before, injecting it right into her belly somehow, but as that began to near its capacity, it was flowing out into such other nearby regions of her anatomy as could do with some fattening.� A jolt ran through Larissa's expanding figure; she gave a small cry of surprised delight as she tried to work her hands below the ample bulk of her belly.� Io smiled to herself, it seemed she really was getting fat pumped into her everywhere.

����������� As Larissa grew more and more spectacularly pear-shaped, Io noticed that her upper body seemed to have changed not at all.� Her breasts were still so modest as to barely be there at all, and her arms remained so thin as to be almost bony.� And the Io saw why.� Larissa's fine golden belt was becoming tighter and tighter as she fattened around her middle, and evidently, it had grown tight enough as to keep any of the power Kymera was siphoning into her from flowing any higher.� Already it looked positively constrictive, a belt fit for a girl of a hundred and twenty pounds at most, wrapped around a woman with a figure that looked to be considerably closer to three hundred now.� The increasing tightness finally snapped Larissa from her reverie of self-pleasure; she reached behind her, her belly bulging out impressively as she did so, to try to undo the buckle that held it in place.� The expression on her face suggested she was not meeting with much luck, and when she stopped trying a few seconds later and resumed rubbing her increasingly sumptuous belly, Io figured that the belt was already too tight for her to unhook it.� For the first time, a look of concern crossed Larissa's face.� She still looked as if she were very much enjoying the sensation of growing progressively fatter, but there was worry there as well, uncertainty as to just what Kymera intended for her.� With a muted rip, the seams of her tunic surrendered, laying bare a generous expanse of quivering, freckle-marked flesh.� The belt grew tighter and more restrictive; Larissa was tugging at it nervously now, and looked as if she were trying to suck in her gut to give herself a little more time.� She cast a pleading glance at Kymera who, if she had any sympathy for the saucy chef, did not reveal it.� Larissa was obscenely pear-like now, Io was sure that she had to be four hundred fifty pounds if she was an ounce, with her massive belly bulging out nearly two feet in front of her and nearly as wide as her thunderous hips.� Every inch of her body below her belt was so full that she looked positively overinflated with fat, as if there was simply not enough space in the short girl's body to hold it all.� She was starting to have trouble breathing now, her belt at last becoming too tight to permit her even that most necessary of indulgences.� Casting Kymera a look of mingled desperation and defiance, the only sounds in the entire room were the muffled tearing sounds Larissa's ruined tunic made as it was rent into shreds, and the sound of her belly stretching as Kymera fattened her well beyond what Io would have thought a girl as small as she could endure.

����������� �Tink...Tink...Tink...�� Io looked around to see where the new sound was coming from.� Everything looked the same, except Larissa, who rapidly becoming even bigger and was really starting to look afraid.� �Tink, tink tink tink.� Io saw something glinting as it struck the floor, and realized that Larissa's gold belt was finally giving way, its links popping free one by one as she grew so gigantically fat that nothing could contain her.� �Tinktinktinktinktinkti-� As if it were made of rubber, the belt suddenly flung itself halfway across the room, only just barely missing Io herself.� Relieved to be able to breathe again, Larissa took a great, deep, thirsty gulp of air, her entire body jiggling plumply at this release but then, something rather unexpected happened.

����������� Larissa's hips suddenly shrank by several inches.� They were still splendidly wide, but noticeably less so than they had been just seconds before.� Her thighs too, grew slimmer; where before they had been so fat that they jostled for room against one another, Io could once again detect a gap between them, if only a very small one.� Even Larissa's belly, so huge and fat that she couldn't even reach most of it anymore, seemed to deflate slightly, as if she had sprung a leak or something, and all the power that Kymera had forced into her body were escaping.� And then her breasts just blew up.� In the wink of an eye, such a flood gushed into Larissa's breasts that they were rendered larger than her head.� The remnants of her tunic exploded off her body, granting Io a view of the cook's violently ballooning bosom.� With a cry of surprise, Larissa reached up to support her billowing endowments, but they were growing too fast, and fed by the oversupply of fat that her lower body had struggled to contain, her small hands were quickly overwhelmed.� Io had never even imagined a woman's body could be altered so rapidly; Larissa's breasts had barely been large enough to contain the volume of a chalice within them, and now Io could hear them stretching as they strained to receive a deluge that loaded them with several gallons in as many seconds.� The rest of Larissa's body continued to grow more modest in size; it was as if her breasts alone, out of all the regions of her body, were unable to resist the vast surge of fat that Kymera was filling her with.� Her ponderous melons hung down almost to her navel already, softly slapping together whenever another surge made them bloat with more.� Of course, a pair so very modest as hers had been to begin with could only barely contain such a flood as this, and if Larissa had hoped they might retain even a fraction of their former pertness, she was destined to be disappointed.� Her overloaded breasts were now growing pendulous in their immensity, cherry red nipples that had once pointed slightly upwards were now directed distinctly in line with gravity's pull, her areolae pulled so tightly by the excess accumulating within her that each one of them was now twice as wide as her breasts had been before, stretched into a faded sort of pink as Kymera continued to turn Larissa's breasts into a couple of overinflated fat balloons.� Each one looked as if it easily weighed more than a hundred pounds now, quivering with fullness and so achingly heavy that Io felt a twinge of sympathetic pain in her own modest chest.� Io noticed that the rest of Larissa's body had finally begun to expand again.� Her thighs once more pressed against each other for space, her hips broadened once more, and though a good portion of it was now completely obscured by her forswollen mammaries, it was obvious that her belly was well on its way to regaining its former glory.� Above the waist too now, Larissa began to fatten.� Her skinny arms quickly grew well-fleshed and sleek, and soon after began to plump up properly, her upper arms in particular soaking up the fat inside her body like a sponge until they trembled from their fullness, looking very fetching squeezed so tightly against her brimming breasts as Larissa struggled helplessly to support their mounting weight with arms that were not nearly strong enough to carry such a burden.

����������� �Mistress-� Larissa cried out, her body enduring another surge that made her bosom quiver with the shock of being forced to hold another gallon or five of fat.

����������� �Shush, my little cook,� the silver-eyed Priestess said, with a hint of a smile, �Did you not agree to be silent until we were done here?�

����������� Meekly, Larissa averted her eyes, looking downward at her lusciously overindulgent figure.� It looked to Io as if the rest of her body was expanding more quickly than before, as if being fattened up so enormously and then slimmed back down a bit had only primed her for further fattening, or perhaps Kymera had simply decided to pour a little more of her power into the helpless redhead before her.� The tendons of Larissa's neck and shoulders were invisible now, well hidden beneath an increasingly generous layer of fat.� Her face was growing plumper too; she already had two chins, and was well on her way to having a third.� As her lavish belly surpassed its previous size, rolls of fat at her sides and back formed and filled out until her belly seemed ready to lap over her hips, every inch of Larissa's body evidently soaking up as much as it could take, and the poor girl really looked like she had taken about as much as she could hope to hold.� The freckles on her gargantuan udders were few and far between now, separated by a vast and growing expanse of pale, quaking flesh.� Io began to wonder just how much fatter Kymera intended to make Larissa.� Her legs were so enormously fat now that she looked nearly unable to bend her knees; her feet looked so tiny compared to her colossally fattened calves and thighs that Io wondered that she was able to keep to her feet at all.� Her hips had now attained a truly astonishing degree of overfullness now; as their width exceeded the five foot mark, they accrued an impressive collection of dimples across their vast expanse of faintly blushing flesh.� Larissa's belly was every inch as wide, her deep, wide navel at the middle of a fold that spread across her entire body, her belly rolls billowing with fat as Io looked on in a sort of helpless fascination.� Her breasts continued to distend like balloons, though they had obviously been far too full for some minutes now, their state of overinflation was clearly becoming acute.� Underneath, where they bulk of their overwhelming weight was most heavily borne, they were starting to develop a distinctly pinkish hue, and while they still quivered like jelly, there was no doubt that Larissa could not hold much more of this, an opinion which the overbrimming cook evidently shared with Io.

����������� �Please may I-� Larissa pleaded, her once-trim figure becoming more impossibly engorged by the second.

����������� �Shhh,� Kymera cut her off, a single silencing sound being more than enough to remind Larissa of her authority.

����������� Larissa was looking truly distressed now.� She was so utterly fat that Io marveled that she had anywhere left that could stand to grow any fatter.� And yet, larger and larger she grew, her overstuffed legs quaking beneath her.� Her hips expanded beyond six feet in breadth, and even her overstuffed thighs seemed to disappear into their greater bulk.� Larissa's belly, into which Kymera contented continued to pump barrel after barrel of fat, was filled with more and more until it nearly overwhelmed the rest of Larissa's fat little form.� Desperately overfattened, her breasts contained expanding submissively.� White stretch marks split her areolae; blue veins traced their way across her pendulous, heaving udders, just beneath her tightly-stretched skin.� Larissa wore a look of despair upon her face; and her figure did indeed look absolutely full to bursting.� Finally Kymera spoke.

����������� �You may go,� she said, still staring at Larissa as her cook's figure attained alarmingly overblown figure.

����������� For a second Larissa looked altogether confused, as if she had not expected to be released at all, or perhaps had hoped for release so dearly that she simply didn't know what to do now that it had come to pass.� At any rate, every second that she hesitated she gained more weight that she could ill-afford to carry.

����������� �Oh! Oh, thank you My, Mistress!� she cried, finally realizing that she had been dismissed.� As hurriedly as her cumbersome form would permit, she turned towards the door, her obscenely overfattened figure quaking spectacularly with the effort.� She almost lost her balance as she moved; a woman who has lived her whole life in the neighborhood of a hundred pounds is hardly prepared to move quickly with more than a thousand weighing her down, and as she turned Io sighed in amazement at the sight of Larissa's behind.� Kymera had glutted it with every bit as much fat as the rest of her tremulous body, so entrancingly overstuffed that it looked as if she had endured having several barrels of fat pumped into each quaking cheek.� Larissa was waddling towards the great door as fast as she was able, not only perfectly certain that at any moment Kymera might command her to tarry once again, but also acutely aware that despite dismissing her, the Priestess was still making her heavier.� Each unsteady step across the marble floor added untold heft to her figure, and as dangerously overfilled of flesh as she was, Larissa could scarcely afford to waste any time.� Io could hear Larissa's excessively bloated belly and breasts creaking from the strain of their own immensity as she reached the door and found it opened only wide enough to admit the slip of a girl she had been just a few minutes ago.� With all her strength, Larissa pushed against the huge bronze panel; it swung inward inch by inch as her own figure expanded along similar lines.� Finally she made her break, stepping back slightly, Larissa flung herself into the gap.� It was slightly too narrow; her belly groaned like a wineskin being trodden upon, but through sheer desperation she slipped through, knowing all too well that she could bear no more of such treatment.� As Larissa turned to pop through the gap, Io gasped at how colossal her breasts now were, Larissa's quivering flesh balloons looked as if they each weighed fully three hundred pounds, so enormously heavy and distended with fat that Io was amazed she had dared to squeeze them through the door.�� The others out in the hall, their eyes wide with amazement and new respect for their young Priestess, hurriedly pulled the door shut now, as if they feared that any of them who caught Kymera's eye might be summoned in for similar treatment.

����������� �Well, that was certainly entertaining, wasn't it?� Kymera asked as she cast a self-satisfied glance at Io, �Larissa put in her place and the old legends proven true. What a night this has been!�

����������� �By the Goddess,� Io breathed in quiet wonder, �I never believed that such things were possible.�

����������� �I must admit I had my doubts as well,� Kymera allowed, the silver light in her eyes beginning to subside, �But it seems the prophetesses of old knew what they were talking about.� Why do you look so worried, Io?�

����������� �I, ah, well, I don't know, it's just, you wouldn't have really made Larissa fatter than she could bear, would you?� Io asked doubtfully, �I mean, I know she's an awful pain and everything, but you sort of took her right to the limit there, didn't you?�

����������� �Of course I never meant her any harm,� Kymera assured her, �Being full of the Moon's power gives me a deeper sense of just how much of that power others can withstand.� And after all, you know the saying, 'Never trust a skinny cook,� Well, now she shall have no more worries on that front.�

����������� �You did make her awfully big though, just to teach her a lesson,� Io added,

����������� �Well, I could have made her two hundred pounds fatter than that and she would still have been just fine,� Kymera insisted, �If the little cow were that big though, I think she would find herself too massive to do any cooking, and I should be sorry to lose the use of her ample culinary talents.�

����������� �All right then, as long as she was never in any real danger,� Io allowed, �and I suppose it was fun watching you put her in her place.� And the expression on her face when her breasts just blew up- Well, I hope she will not be giving you any more backtalk after tonight.�

����������� �Well, if she does, I can always pump another barrel-full into that cheeky little tart and remind her who's the Mistress of whom,� Kymera smiled, �And after all, she did want to be the Priestess, so fattening her up until she can barely walk is about as close as she's likely to having that dream fulfilled.� I expect she'll enjoy it enough once she's had a good night's sleep and a chance to get used to being all blowsy and full-figured.�

����������� �Perhaps so,� Io agreed, �You never know, perhaps gaining a half a ton or so is just what Larissa needed to give her a new perspective on life.� But speaking of a good night's sleep, shall I summon some others to escort you to your chambers, my Mistress?�

����������� �Mmmmm, yes, I suppose you ought to,� Kymera sighed, pensively rubbing one of her lusciously overbrimming breasts, �After all, I suppose I am more than large enough to fulfill my offices as Priestess.�

����������� �What is it, Mistress?� Io asked, remaining just where she was, �If I may be so bold, you don't sound like you believe that.�

����������� �What? No, no, Io, I know I've already let the Moon fill me up well beyond the point where a woman with any sense would have stopped,� Kymera said resignedly, poking thoughtfully at her bosom, which jiggled weakly in response, �It's just Larissa.� I know I shouldn't allow her to trouble me, and I'm sure she'll be behaving herself better now, but there's just something inside of me that makes me want to really put her in her place.� I halfway wish I could just stay here all night and soak up everything the Goddess is willing to give me; show that bitchy little cook that I'm the Priestess, damn it, and if she has any doubts about that, she's in very thin company indeed!�

����������� �Come now, Mistress, you mustn't be angry; this is a night for you to be joyful at how the Moon has blessed you,� Io entreated, �All the same, if you really do want to stay here for the night; I will be more than happy to remain at your side.�

����������� �No, you're right, Io,� Kymera said, looking considerably more at peace, �If I can't master my temper, I shall prove myself to be a very poor Priestess indeed.� Go on then, if you please, and see who we can call in from the hall out there.� I'm sure most of the temple is already out there with their ears pressed to the door, if they're not all busy staring at Larissa's expansive new appointments, at least.�

����������� �As you wish, Mistress,� Io said, heading towards the door.

����������� A silence seemed to fill the great chamber.� The night sky above was heavy with clouds, and only a faint breeze whispered against the torch-lit walls.� Io could hear the sound of her bare feet softly padding across the marble floor, the worn stone cool and reassuring against the rough soles of her feet.� She reached the huge bronze door, so wide that even as enormously full as Kymera's figure was, she would still be able to pass through it with plenty of room to spare.� Io seized the iron staff that hung by the door, feeling the well-handled leather it was wrapped in as she hefted it, swung it with all her strength, and struck the door with enough force to ensure that everyone in the temple could hear it, that everyone in the entire city would know that the night's news was great; the Goddess had smiled up their young Priestess, and the years ahead would be filled with more than plenty.

����������� Except there was no sound.� Though Io had hit the door so hard that her hands stung from the impact, she might as well have beaten a feather against it for all the noise it made.� She looked at the staff, still heavy and solid as it was when she first hefted it.� She looked at the door, which appeared just as permanent and unyielding as ever, and she looked back at Kymera who was watching her bemusedly, and who could only offer a delightfully ample shrug by way of explanation.

����������� �Perhaps you had better have another try, Io,� she suggested.

����������� Feeling a flush of embarrassment, Io swung at the door again, and again what should have been deafeningly loud, was altogether absent.� Frustrated, Io banged away the door again, and again, until her arms were too tired to carry the staff, and she resorted to beating on it with her fists, which worked no better.

����������� �I'm- I'm sorry Mistress,� Io gasped, dropping the staff to the floor and deafeatedly approaching the dais once again, �I must be doing something wrong; I don't think anyone out there heard a thing.�

����������� �There, there, Io, I do not think it is because of any failing of yours that we remain alone,� Kymera said, staring thoughtfully at the door, �Evidently we still have some business to-�

����������� Kymera was interrupted as the Moon flashed once more into view.� Wordlessly, she gazed up into the luminous beam that surrounded her, listening intently to a voice which Io could not hear.

����������� �No, no, of course I did not mean to leave before You gave me leave to,� Kymera mildly addressed the heavens, �Well, yes, truly I must admit my doubts; even as a Priestess and Your holy vessel, I fear that I am unequal to the honor of embodying your infinite abundance.....Oh, that part back there, well, it may not have been quite what it appeared.� Not, Your Immensity, that I mean to suggest You are mistaken, but there are things at work here which may have been so unimportant as to be beneath Your notice....No, no, of course, to serve the Goddess is my duty....Yes, I understand, thank You, O Goddess, thank You.�

����������� As Io heard this curious, one-sided conversation, she found herself slowly backing away from the dais.� It wasn't so much that she wanted to escape, so much as she had this absolutely overwhelming feeling that she was listening in on a thing which a woman of her humble station was simply not meant to witness.� The chamber, of course, remained shut tight anyhow, and before Io was halfway to the door Kymera fell silent, her part in the conversation evidently ended.� A pregnant moment passed; a strange thickness hung in the air, crackling like distant lightning over the mountains.� Suddenly, the shaft of Moonlight increased tenfold in its intensity, brighter than Io had seen it that night, brighter than she had imagined possible.� And once again, Kymera had no choice but to submit to the Goddess's irresistible power.

����������� With the power of the Goddess washing over her, Kymera's already overfilled body once more began to expand.� Her billowing figure quaked from the shock, her soft flesh rippling against the force as surely as if she were seated underneath a roaring waterfall.� Kymera's belly, already swollen into the very embodiment of fertility, shuddered as the Moon poured Her energy into it with absolute abandon.� Swelling larger and larger, it bulged out sumptuously vast before Kymera.� Her legs, now so exquisitely fat that they were suited only for magnifying the pleasures of her flesh, had to spread wider and wider apart to grant the enlarging sphere in front of her enough room to continue its fervid growth.� Her face spoke volumes about how uncomfortable it was, having her magnificently plumped up thighs spread so forcefully apart, yielding to the growing volume of her belly even as they themselves continued to fatten.� Even as excessively thick as they had become now though, Kymera's legs, though all but hidden beneath the increasing bulk of her belly, still were unmistakably sensual and feminine, and Io found herself fantasizing about being able to touch them at her leisure later on, even as Kymera's meek moans of distress reached her ears.� Kymera's vast belly spread across the floor in front of her, pushing a small wave of scattered pillows ahead of it as it grew, the foremost of them falling off the edge of the dais as her body filled more and more of its surface.� Becoming wider as well, Kymera's belly soon lapped over even her opulent thighs, creaking with barely-contained fatness as it bulged out to her sides.� Kymera's massive breasts, supported by the mounting fullness below them, were tugged up higher and higher as the space between them and the temple floor was increasingly taken up by her voluminous belly.� And all the while, her breasts were doing some growing of their own.

����������� Well, perhaps �some� does not quite capture it.� Rather they were gaining weight even faster than Kymera's monumental belly was, if such a thing were even possible.� It was as if her fantastically bloated belly was at least slightly pushing back against the ceaseless flood of divine power being crammed into her body, while Kymera's breasts, so soft, so pale, and so breathtakingly overfilled already, were perfectly helpless before the Moon's onslaught, powerless to do anything except to soak up every ounce offered to them and in the process swell to such dimensions as would have frightened even the most brazen Priestesses of Old.� Though they already trembled with fullness, Kymera's breasts expanded as if their capacity were limitless, as if they were determined to become even more gigantic than her belly.� As willingly as they were fattened though, Io could see that they could not long sustain such a punishing pace.� As her bosom inflated at an ever increasing rate, Kymera's breasts struggled to overcome a belly that was only getting bigger and bigger.� Her breasts seemed barely able to endure their own accumulating weight, straining as they gained dozens, then hundreds of pounds in a few short minutes.� Their skin was stretched until to Io it appeared almost translucent, faint blue veins now visible branching across her mammoth bosom, her body itself struggling to sustain two such tantalizingly monstrous mammaries.�

����������� Stepping to the side lest her view be entirely obscured by her Mistress's overladen endowments, Io discovered that the Goddess was not restricting Her unlooked for generosity to Kymera's fore-parts.� Rather, as Io looked on, absolutely agog at how vast Kymera was becoming, her lower half was enduring just as much fattening as her top.� Kymera's rump, lavishly overstuffed even before this latest round had begun, was inflating beneath her at a frightening rate, its opulent resplendence fairly shimmering in the silver light as fat was pumped into it by the barrel.� Io could no longer even tell any more if Kymera's hips were still growing broader, for even their lush expanse seemed to be overcome by the sheer, unadulterated excess of her titanic ass.� It strained and bulged beneath Kymera's tremendous and ever-increasing weight, bulging out two inches wider for every inch higher that it raised her all too voluptuous figure off the ground. �Kymera was filled to the brim; her behind could barely contain its own seductively incomparable fatness, much less support the weight of a woman whose weight now needed to be reckoned in tons.� All the same, Io breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of it, for the added height of Kymera's billowing derriere was the only thing that kept her supremely bloated bosom from smothering her.� As it was, she seemed to be just barely keeping her face clear of the boundless expanse of creamy flesh which spread itself before her.

����������� Another wave of power compelled Kymera's brimming figure to take in even more.� Her belly's diameter blew up by another two feet, groaning desperately with overfullness, and though Io could see Kymera trying to rub its overfattened lower hemisphere, her plump arms could not even begin to reach around its enticingly round immensity.� Her once-deep navel popped out, just like that a woman who was growing altogether too pregnant, as the equator of her belly finally pushed out beyond the edge of the dais, and Io noticed reddish stretch marks beginning to develop along the underside of her massively distended belly, beginning where it met the floor point and steadily spreading upwards, creeping along the lower curve of her dangerously overfattened belly.� Though the Goddess had now filled Kymera until her girth was three times that of the most fulsomely-endowed Priestess who had ever lived, the Moon seemed to take this massive milestone not as a sign of a job well done, but rather as a challenge to exceed Herself by even more, if only Kymera could endure such divine treatment.

����������� Kymera's overstuffed ass, despite the breathtaking amount of weight its jigglesome bulk was forced to support, still grew beneath her.� It ballooned out nearly five feet behind her now, and more than that at the hip, wobbling like an oversized heap of jelly.� All the same, it too continued to absorb the Moon's relentlessly generous power, the myriad dimples which developed across its fat-swollen vastness only making Kymera's seat all the more pinchable in Io's eyes.� Still Kymera grew behind as well as in front; it seemed almost as if her rear, despite the luxuriant burden it was forced to bear, and despite being already fattened to dangerous excess, was altogether willing to be stuffed with even more, as if it resented the fact that Kymera's belly had reached the limits of the dais first, and was eager to reach the same mark, no matter how unwise such a lofty goal might be.

����������� In an instant Kymera's bosom, already dangerously overfattened, suffered another burst of growth, her lusciously juicy breasts bloating even more as they each gained another couple of feet of circumference, stretching desperately to contain it all.� Pushed outwards by her growing belly and their own boundless expansion, they rubbed against the polished floor as they expanded, their overstretched skin squeaking softly against the marble.� Soon they bulged out beyond the dais, and vastly too swollen to resist the pull of gravity, they struck the top step leading up to Kymera's platform with a loud smack.� Ripples undulated through her massive bosom, and the expression of distress on the Priestess's face suggested that both the force of their impact and the fact that her bust now had to stretch several inches further to reach the ground were anything but pleasant for her.� Looking again at Kymera's excruciatingly swollen nipples, each now distended to the twice the size a large honey-fruit, Io noticed that they were actually starting to leak milk, as twin streams of white trickled down the taut surface of Kymera's colossal breasts.

����������� The Goddess seemed to sense that morning would soon arrive, and that She had very little time remaining to impart Her lavish gifts to Her new Priestess.� The Moon grew so luminous that Io was nearly blinded by it, but squinting against the overpowering light, she could see Kymera being fattened to a truly astronomical degree.� Her rump, now stuffed with countless barrels-full of fat, quivered as it was forced to contain still more, helplessly growing more and more gigantic as it spread beneath Kymera, inflating beneath her and spreading out to ever more luscious repletion, the Goddess gleefully overloading it to such breathtaking overfullness Io was afraid to think of what would happen if she dared to touch Kymera's mountainous derriere, but overcome with a desire to do just that.� Kymera's breasts swelled beyond the top step, and plop, plop, plop, quickly lapped over the next three of them in turn, each impact eliciting a stifled cry of pain from the pleasure-flooded Priestess.� Her breasts were truly gargantuan now; were it not for the considerable lift supplied by her overstuffed seat and the fact that much of their mass now rested a couple feet lower than the rest of her body, they would have completely blacked Kymera's vision, if not her very freedom to draw breath.� As it was, they were each nearly eight feet high now, and a fair bit wider than that, burdened as they were by such unbearable heaviness.� As the small stream of milk spurting from them intensified with the growing pressure within them, a pinkish blush began to spread outward from Kymera's stretch-marked areolae; they throbbed with barely-contained overfullness, and still looked so soft and supple that Io could hardly wait to press her fingers in against their lush immensity.� Kymera's belly ballooned to truly stupefying dimensions, it's own taut roundness being the only thing that prevented it from expanding down the steps as her breasts were doing.� Even so, as it bulged out further and further beyond the top step, its weight made that first marble edge press ever more severely against its fertile bulk, and it was evident that Kymera's distress was fast outstripping her earlier delight.� The stretch marks on her belly spread northward, past the equator of her titanic belly, and the ones below grew wider and more livid as her belly was pumped full of more and more and more.� No longer was Kymera's figure simply the embodiment of fertility, she body was now almost a parody of it, every quality of feminine fullness inflated to such extremity that their meaning could not be missed, that the Goddess wielded a power which was absolutely without limit, and She could pour Her full strength into a woman all the night long, and not find Herself diminished even in the slightest by it.�

����������� Io was starting to worry in earnest now; Kymera had been entirely too big before, but this recent fit of pique by the Goddess had left her dangerously overfattened.� And each moment that passed was only making it worse.� Kymera's ass, trembling nakedly in the white light, finally reached the back edge of the dais, so sumptuously fat that it looked like anything else might simply be too much.� Her belly groaned in fits and starts, each tremor rendering it more massive and more alarmingly overstretched than before, while her breasts, filling up with milk now as well as fat, were so helplessly overfilled that they jiggled with an almost fluid sort of softness as they expanded to cover another two steps, each one now so enormously distended that if Io had just walked up to them she would have found Kymera's nipple's at the same level as her face.� Kymera let out a great moan of surrender and helpless ecstasy; there was just too much of it, the Goddess's power was too vast for her to bear, and still her lusciously overfilled body was required to hold more.� She looked to the heavens, her eyes closed tightly; Io thought she could see the Priestess's lips moving soundlessly as her divinely overladen figure shuddered from every extra pound that was poured into her.

����������� And then, there was a sound, or perhaps only an echo, that shimmered through the night air.� It might have simply been a breeze, or the wind whistling around the lip of the open roof, but Io could have sworn that it was a peal of silvery laughter, receding into the distance.� The blinding beam around Kymera melted away to reveal a woman who, despite being filled until she could scarcely have endured another drop and fattened to the point of immobility several times over, looked not only understandably relieved, but also curiously serene, as if all her experiences of the night were finally coming into focus.

����������� �My Mistress, are you safe now?� Io asked, half afraid to venture closer to Kymera and half afraid to remain away from her side for another second, �Is it- did She- It is finished?�

����������� �Yes, I hope- I think so,� Kymera sighed after a moment of hesitation, �I do believe the night of my ascension has come to an end.�

����������� �You're just so awfully huge now, Mistress,� Io said, climbing up the steps to Kymera and, after a moment's hesitation, tentatively rubbing one of her nectariously bloated breasts, �It doesn't hurt, does it?�

����������� �Not any more, it doesn't, though everything does still ache a bit,� Kymera admitted, experimentally poking at her chest and wincing slightly, �I'm just so terribly sensitive now, it seems I shall have to grow accustomed to that.� It did hurt some, especially near the end, but I was mostly just afraid of what would happen if the Moon kept using me so freely for much longer.�

����������� �Why did She do it then?� Io asked, slowly walking around Kymera as she surveyed the Priestess's sumptuously plumpened body, �By the heavens, Mistress, but your breasts are so full you look fit to burst your very seams!�

����������� �Mmmm, they feel like it too,� Kymera breathed, still evidently feeling a bit more overstretched than she was quite willing to let on, �I think the Goddess was teaching me a lesson, Io.� She felt I was getting rather too full of myself after she made me more magnificent than any of Priestess in the last thousand years, and She viewed my intentions to leave before She was quite done with me as a failure on my part to believe in her benevolence.� And I'm not completely sure, but I don't think She approved entirely of my using Her gifts to fatten up Larissa as punishment for all the through she's caused me, and thought that I might grow in my humility if I suffered a similar fate.� Nonetheless, the Goddess did leave me with the impression that She was pleased with me, and shall be around to watch my progress from time to time, and hopes that my reign shall be a fruitful and happy one.�

����������� �Oh, Mistress, but that is a relief to hear,� Io said, brightening considerably, �So long as She does not regret choosing you for this honor, and you do not regret choosing me to be your cup-bearer.�

����������� �Perish the thought,� Kymera said, with a dismissive wave of her chubby hand, �I could never have made it here without you, Io, I shall have you ever here by my side as my adviser, confidant, and intimate.�

����������� �Oh thank you, Kymera,� Io cried with excitement.� Had things been different she would have surely enfolded her mistress in a grateful embrace, but conditions being what they were, the best she could do was throw her arms out and press herself against the bulging side of the Priestess's massive belly, an act which seemed to convey her gratitude just as well, �Shall I go then and summon the others?� Truly they will be astonished at how utterly the Goddess has seen fit to fill you with her generosity.�

����������� �Yes, I think we have kept them waiting long enough,� Kymera said, smiling a very self-satisfied smile, �Wait though, there is one last thing which I should like to do before I reveal myself to the world, if you are willing.�

����������� �If am willing?� Of course, Mistress, whatever you desire of me I should be honored to do,� Io assented.

����������� �Excellent, I am glad to hear it,� Kymera said, �For it seems to me that if you are indeed to be my herald and my confidante, it might serve the dignity of the Goddess better if you were more manifestly touched by Her gifts.� Likewise, as I do not expect I shall be leaving this chamber any time soon, I shall need you to go out at times and treat with emissaries from foreign lands, and to survey this holy city of ours and see to it that all the people are well-served by our order, it seems only fitting that you might carry in your flesh some token of authority, something which leaves no doubt that you are my chosen one.�

����������� �You mean, Mistress, you want to make me-� Io didn't finish, but instead held her arms out in a circle in front of her body, as if she bore a round and fulsome belly of her own.

����������� �Oh no, my dear Io, I would never turn you into a fat cow like Larissa,� Kymera assured her with a laugh, �I know that your people take pride in being slender and strong, and besides, I love your lissome body just as it is.� I simply think it might serve to multiply our own delights and improve you in the service of the Goddess if I were to endow you with one or two additional blessings.�

����������� �But of course, Mistress,� Io said brightening as Kymera dispelled her worries, �I stand ever at the ready.�

����������� �Wonderful,� Kymera smiled, �Would you mind standing ever at the ready a bit more over that way then, so I can see what I'm doing?�

����������� Dutifully, Io stepped down from the dais and placed herself a ways in front of Kymera, so that the Priestess could now see her clearly through the broad, creamy chasm of her cleavage, her breasts so titanic that they obscured a healthy amount of her field of vision.� Io saw Kymera's eyes swirling once more with silver light, and then she felt it.� A faint tingling sensation, growing more and more noticeable, was spreading across the skin of her chest.� Next, Io felt a strange sort of fullness developing inside her small bust, gradually growing more and more insistent, the pressure of it building up inside of her.� Suddenly Io felt something give way, like a silent, gentle popping somewhere inside her body, and the next moment her breasts began to grow. Gently and evenly they swelled out from her body, and already Io could tell that Kymera was indeed treating her far differently than she had used Larissa.� While Kymera had savagely inflated Larissa's breasts with fat, leaving their shape to be decided by their own lavish overfullness and the vagaries of gravity, the Priestess was taking her time with Io, evidently determined to turn her into a living testament to her own power.� As her breasts developed beyond the size of oranges, Io noticed that they didn't feel as if they were stretching at all.� The pressure inside of her bosom was still increasing, but she didn't feel a bit of pain, and her breasts, even as they grew, were beginning to take on a shape of unmistakably nubile voluptuousness.� Her small, pert nipples started to point upwards, if only a little as the mass behind them grew, and as her breasts became increasingly ample, they began to point outwards slightly as well.� Io's breasts new now large enough that she could only just barely cup them in her hands, which was just what she was doing.� She was surprised at how lightly they rested against her palms; they were definitely getting heavy now, but when she hefted them a bit, they felt almost impossibly soft, and yet, for the moment at least, they continued to hang high and proud upon her chest.�

����������� Io saw Kymera smile impishly at her, and then felt the pressure within her breasts increasing substantially as the Priestess, evidently comfortable that she had everything under control, decided to fill Io up a little faster.� The undersides of Io's breasts fattened out roundly, each one almost a perfect hemisphere; while above her firm little nipples each breast still sloped smoothly back to where it sprouted from her chest, their upper portions bulging only slightly.� Io found herself quite overcome by how very pleasant it all was.� If this was what getting bigger always felt like then she could certainly appreciate how much Kymera had enjoyed it, and how even Larissa had been so lost in pleasures of her own body, even while she was being fattened to such a dangerous degree.� As it was, Io's breasts now overflowed her hands, their supple flesh spilling out between her outspread fingers.� They now hung low enough to hide her chest almost entirely; they swelled out wider than Io's slim shoulders and though they still showed a tendency to expand outwards, they had at last become so full that they were beginning to squeeze each other for lack of room, the small patch of contact between the two of them steadily growing until Io boasted a line of cleavage the better part of a foot long and, as she discovered upon experimentally sticking a finger in between her ripening melons, a good six inches deep.� For the first time, Io felt the true burden of her rather substantial bosom; her shoulders began to ache, and she realized that for some minutes she had been holding them tense to support the increasing weight of her bust, which had to be getting close to fifty pounds, though she thought it quite likely she was there already.� Io felt something warm and soft pressing against her smooth, tight stomach; her breasts were expanding downwards, though it still felt as if it was not simply their own accumulating weight, but Kymera's design that was responsible for them hanging lower.� Their upper curves were growing fuller now as well; the line from her nipples to her chest became increasingly convex, their roundness echoing that of their tender undersides, their sun-tanned skin becoming slightly more pale as they swelled.� Io felt the dull ache in her back growing more and more insistent; fit as she was, there was no way she was going to be able to carry around a pair like this if they kept gaining weight at this rate.� Perhaps sensing Io's discomfort, Kymera took steps to distract her.� Io gasped as bolts of pure pleasure lanced through her nipples.� She looked down to see her pointed little peaks were already twice as big as before, and as she watched in ecstasy, her once-tiny buds swelled until they were each as long as her thumb, and easily twice as thick, taut, quivering, and almost painfully erect.� Her entire hummed with pleasure now; Io went to touch one of them, but misjudged her own rapidly increasing dimensions and rather than lightly brushing her fingers against her turgid peaks, she instead struck herself hard enough to bend her nipple back until it touched the swelling softness of the breast behind it.� Io felt as if she had just been stuck by lightning.� Her vision grew dim, the great chamber seemed to swim before her, and she felt herself coming harder than she had ever thought was even possible.� Her legs failed her, and Io collapsed to her knees, and the sensation of her sumptuously heavy breasts smacking against her stomach as she went down did nothing to extinguish the fires within her.

����������� As the overwhelming surge of pleasure faded from her body, Io felt her senses returning and discovered that while she had been transported by the raptures of her magnificent bosom, Kymera had taken advantage of her helplessness to render Io's breasts even more massive.� They were each one fully two feet across now, and hung nearly as low as her waist.� As she struggled up from her knees, Io felt the ache in her back return with a vengeance; the combined weight of her breasts, however perfectly formed Kymera had kept them, had to be nearly as much as the rest of her body now.� Io was far too obedient to her lover and Priestess to complain, but clearly something in her face betrayed her growing uneasiness with her situation.� For a moment, Kymera's expression was one of imploring, asking if please, wouldn't Io let her just make her breasts a little bit bigger?� As Io's bosom, however flawless it might be, rapidly approached truly debilitating dimensions, she offered Kymera an equally beseeching glance in return, and finally, as the Priestess gave a very jigglesome shrug of her shoulders, Io felt the pressure within her enthrallingly well-filled bosom abating.

����������� �Hmmm, that's much better now, isn't it, Io dear?� Kymera asked, her eyes returning to their normal blue as she cast an appreciative gaze upon her handiwork, �I didn't make them too big now did I?�

����������� �Oh, no they're- they're just, I love these, they're just going to take some getting used to, I think,� Io replied, massaging her now-luscious breasts appraisingly.

����������� �Are you quite sure?� Kymera asked playfully, �Because you know, if they're now quite what you were hoping for, it would be no trouble at all for me to make them a bit juicier, maybe say, half again as big as they are now?�

����������� �No! Ah, I mean, no thank you Mistress,� Io corrected herself; she could feel her back rebelling just from thinking of what it would be like having a pair of breasts that were each nearly four feet across.� Not only would she be lucky to be able to walk at all at that size, if things kept getting more sensitive the bigger she grew... Well, she would probably spend all her time in bed playing with them anyway, which wouldn't do much to help further the interests of the Goddess very much, �I mean, these are far more than a humble girl such as I has any right to; I couldn't possibly be so rude as to demand upon your generosity any more than I already have.�

����������� �Haha, as you wish,� Kymera laughed, all the while fixing Io with a distinctly desirous stare, �Should you ever change your mind, you need only say the word.� And as you prove your service to me and to the Moon, I may just decide to reward you appropriately whether you ask for it or not.� But such things can wait for later, I think.� Io, would you be so kind as to take up the staff again and see if you can summon the others now, I think that this time you shall have better luck with it.�

����������� �Gladly, Mistress,� Io readily assented, for while a part of her was absolutely itching to be alone with Kymera while the two of them explored their newly swollen and more sensitive regions, all the sense in her told her to get the door open before her lascivious Priestess decided Io needed a bit more up top after all.

����������� Picking up the staff proved no easy task for Io now; every time she bent over even slightly to get it off the floor, her breasts swung forward heavily and she nearly fell.� Only by keeping her back as straight as she could (and she could already tell it was going to take more than a hot bath to work the kinks out of that tonight) and bending her knees to lower herself slowly to the floor, her massive breasts filling her lap and spilling over it as she did so, was Io able to finally wrap her fingers around the staff and lift it up with her.� As Kymera looked on with an expression of unhurried amusement, Io struggled with how best to swing the staff now that her breasts consumed such an ample expanse of space in front of her.� She tried holding it out far enough that her breasts wouldn't interfere with it at all, but that made it entirely too awkward to use, and when she did so her arms squashed her breasts together so tightly that she almost dropped the staff from the sheer pleasure of it.� Io tried to swing it the same way as before, nestling the staff between her swollen mammaries, but the cool iron made her nipples spring into readiness in an instant, and she found that the massiveness of her bosom more than absorbed any force she could impart into the staff.� Finally, not more than a little worried that by giving Kymera such a view of her bare behind she was fairly begging to have it fattened up to match her breasts, Io simply decided to do what needed to be done and swing the staff as she had before.� Her breasts bulged out around her lean arms as she clutched it tightly, and as she swung mightily at the bronze door, the staff shivered from the impact, the vibrating iron making direct contact with her nipples.� As the door rung like a bell, Io felt an explosion of mind-numbing ecstasy burst inside of her body.� The staff fell to her side and she once again collapsed to the floor, her mind reeling with pleasures so intense she feared they would rend her body asunder.� As the world spun before her eyes, Io could hear Kymera's silvery laughter echoing throughout the great chamber, and the slow, deep rumble of the door beginning to open at last.� And as she fainted right off to sleep where she fell, Io's last waking thought was that serving Kymera and the Goddess was only going to grow more rewarding.