A gurgling howl escapes my lips, the air spluttering past the wriggling mass as forces it's way down my throat. One by one it's tendrils detach from my arms, slurping up into my gullet as it tries to pull itself deeper and deeper.
Little did I know what I had found, and what I had unleashed back into the world. The tiny idol not just having been some long lost relic or piece of art, but having been made as a vessel for a long lost god of motherhood and fertility.
The heat of a sun fills my gullet, the powerful light shining through my flesh as it seeps down into my chest cavity. My whole body pulses as it seems to touch my heat, my head ringing and swimming as the beating in my chest slows.
Tendrils seem to break from the central mass, the two wrapped around my wrists suddenly being left on their own. One more slips around my neck, holding my throat tightly as though to hold the bulging mass of liquid gold inside.
The heat inside me quickly seems to sooth out, the searing blaze turning to a warm day beneath the summer sun. My heart beat soon becomes erratic, the firm drum shifting to short fluttering beats like a butterflies wings.
"Thank you my child..." coos a voice inside my head, the gentle and soothing tone making any tension in my body slip and vanish in an instant. "You've done your task, now just..." the voice continues, pausing as it waits for something.
As my head droops forward, lolling as I'm met with the calming scent of lavender mixed with the sweetness of honey, I watch lazily as the golden tendrils sudden vanish in a shower of brilliant sparks. Left in their place is a set of golden bracers, slender interlocking metal bands running from my wrist to my slightly up my forearm, the slender bands looking like branches and roots of some great tree with jade and emerald inlays acting at the leaves.
Suddenly I'm forced to my feet, the metal bands pulling me up by my arms as something else tugs at something around my neck. My legs stumble as I'm dragged along in a daze, the bands on my outstretched arms guiding me around and out into the small hall leading to the kitchen and my bedroom.
"We'll finish our task, you will give me new life and I too shall sow my precious seedling..." the voice coos, the fluttering in my chest growing slightly harsher and strained as the voice trails off. The fluttering of a butterflies wings that had overtaken my heart seems to grow offbeat, with each stumble causing the burning to fill my body for a moment before returning to the gentle glow of the midday sun.
"Where..." the voice stammers, seemingly confused for a moment. "Take me to the ritual chamber" it commands, the ringing in my head suddenly crashing down as I feel my mind bound by some unseen and unknowable force.
My body freezes up, locked in place as I find myself unable to move and inch. Something bubbles beneath my skin, the heat moving to the surface as I watch my pale flesh glow with the same intensity was the the creature that had emerged from the statute.
"Why aren't you..." the voice mutters, the confusion only growing worse. "Take me to the sanctum! The birthing grove!" the warm voice begins to cry, a pain seeming to creep into it's voice. "Why are you doing this to..." the voice begins to ask, sadness and betrayal sounding out inside my skull.
Something snaps inside me, a dam breaking as the light suddenly begins to flood my apartment. My skin is burnt away, my body and the world around me disappearing in an instant before I find myself left in darkness.
The world around me buzzes as I come to, my heart beating in long strokes as I slowly stir from my sleep. My whole body feels odd, my energetic and powerful yet seemingly empty and exhausted all at once.
"Why would you do this?" asks a voice, the warm and tender voice coming from nearby and no longer rattling around in my skull. "Betraying your Mother? Your God?!" it weeps, the air around me growing colder as the scent of rain begins to fill the air.
Letting out a loud groan I try to shift, to open my eyes to find the source of the voice. As I move I feel my chest quiver and quake, a massive weight resting atop me slopping and oozing flat as gravity pins it down.
With a sudden lurch I sit up, the weight quickly shifting from pinning me down as it turns to pull me forward. My black shirt is torn and burnt, the flimsy piece of fabric doing little for my modesty. A massive set of breasts consume the lower part of my vision, the bulbous mounds easily being bigger than my head as they form a slightly sagging shelf that overflows the sides of my slender torso.
Slender golden chains hang over my pale chest, small perfectly shaped gemstone leaves and flowers adorning the immaculate dangling necklace.
Beneath me I feel a set of massive and fatty pads, the flesh of my thighs and ass overflowing and pressing against the wooden flooring. As I whip my head around, searching for the voice, long light brown hair dances by my face. The color seems like my own, though as it catches the light it almost looks like spun gold as each and every strand is in pristine condition.
Despite my best efforts I can see anyone else, the empty hallway of my apartment being just that... empty.
"You would have been the first seed sown, the most favored of my children" the voice weeps again, the sound coming from my bedroom.
Looking to my right I watch the sight of my mirror, my heart fluttering like a swarm of butterflies taking flight as I spot the sexpot of woman staring back at me in fear. Her curves are unreal, her bust defying gravity and her hips being easily described and more 'brood bearing' than child bearing. Her eyes are wide, a bright set of blue pools looking back at me and sparkling like the surface of an immaculate lake in the spring morning.
"I..." I begin to mutter, watching in turn as the woman in the mirror's plush and overly plump lips part as she too speaks in kind. My voice is calm and delicate, hanging in the air like a bird song on the first day of spring, while remaining warm and inviting as a calm river on a baking summer afternoon.
"You... what?" the warm voice asks, the sound coming from the mirror. As I stare into it I spot something, a second woman sitting on the bed in the reflection. I whip about, trying to meet her gaze, only to find the king sized mattress bare of all but the sheets and the laundry I had dumped there.
"You were jealous? You would not be the first man to be" she states, her tears slowing as she climbs from the bed. She is a mirror image of me, the same shape and size as the confused pale sexpot in the reflection. The only differences can be seen in her skin and eyes, both golden as her complexion carries a healthy tan and her eyes burn like the embers of a fire.
"What... what are... who...?" I blurt out, fumbling each time as I shuffle to keep the mirrored woman in my line of sight.
She pauses for a moment, a looked of pain and hurt spreading across her face as her eyes practically plead with me.
"I am mother, the mother" she tries to explain, the concept of not knowing who or what she was seeming immensely difficult for her to grasp. "You may know me as... as..." she continues, pausing as her tongue begins to poke out from between her equally bloated lips.
Weird syllables and utterances begin slip from her mouth, with each one she takes a step as her face seems to twist in a growing frustration.
"What an odd tongue..." she mutters, stepping over me in the mirror before crouching down behind me. She slowly slides into an embrace, my eyes going wide as I feel her touch despite there being not a soul behind me.
Cuddling in close, her overwhelming chest squishing into my back as she holds me in an embrace, she continues speaking. "You may call me... Fi... I suppose..." she mutters, her tearful voice shifting back to the warm cooing I had heard inside my skull. "Now... where is the Sisterhood? The nearest Birthing Grove? I need to commune with the Grove Mother if I hope to..."
"What are you..." I mutter, struggling to keep track of things as I feel the person behind me while their voice is thrown from the mirror. "I have no idea what you're talking about... Sorry..." I try to explain, watching in the mirror as my tan clone begins to braid my hair in a loving manner seemingly out of habit. The strands begin to rise and cross over each other, seemingly on their own, the length waist-length strands slowly inching towards having some cute style to them.
"That can't be" she chuckles, kissing the top of my head like I am some sort of child spouting nonsense. "How far from home was I taken I wonder? I had hoped our war would have been largely abroad, but a mother does worry about..." she begins to muse, seemingly becoming lost in the braiding of my hair.
"Your war?" I muse, trying to catch her eyes. "Who exactly were..." I begin to ask, a bright smile spreading across her face.
"My many sons were sent afar" she coos proudly, wriggling her wide hips with glee. "Not my actual sons, not all, but some. Besides, as the mother I look after all, protecting them and their mother's and their mother's mothers since..."
"And whose mothers were..." I begin to ask, the entity opening it's mouth to speak as I'm cut off.
"We really must be far afield, the..." she chuckles, her laugh dying as the air grows icy and still around us. "The... the... do you not have a word for..." she stammers, once more poking out her tongue as though to force the word from the tip and into the air to be spoken. "Sea... Peoples?" she winces, her whole body shuddering as she forces herself to butcher the name only she herself knew.
"That's not..." I blurt out, my heart racing into rapid fluttering bursts. "You can't..."
I find myself slumping back as Fi climbs to her feet, the invisible backing moving away as I shift up against the wall. She moves to pace around my apartment, looking around in a panic and in search for something among my shelves and books.
I'm forced to track her movements through any reflection I can, from the TV screen to the microwave door. I watch in confusion as she rips books from the shelves, their reflections soon open in her hands while they remained on the shelf to the world at large.
My gaze turns down to my body, the massive bust and the side pelvis with enormous rear behind me. I swallow hard, my voice catching in my throat as a cool breeze seems to slip through the apartment. "What... What did you do to me?..." I ask, swallowing hard as I look back to Fi's reflection in the television.
"What did I... no no dear, you did this to me" she grumbles, the angriest she had been since erupting from the statue. "I was to take a new vessel, granting boons and favor for the rest of time to the one who gave their life for me..."
"Then why are..." I begin to mutter, Fi quickly cutting me short as she throws away another book.
"That was the second part of the ritual, the burning away of the covetous mortal soul and sowing it as a new seed in my field" she explains, her tone turning almost lyrical as she begins to espouse her plans. "I could have done so without the ritual of course, at my full strength, though the ritual was preferable. However, after... however long I was sealed I seem to have become... lesser" she states, her shoulders slumping as she drops another book.
A burst of frigid air whips around me, my fear made manifest as it begins to snows inside the cramped apartment.
"You're going to..." I whimper, leaning back to prepare for some deadly act from the reflected entity.
"Was..." she sighs, shambling back around the corner to place a hand on my head. "You won, why do you think you are the one... No matter... I would need one of my Grove Mothers here now to undo all... this" she mutters, struggling to explain the nature of what occurred beyond the fact it seemed rather permanent.
She reaches out into the air with one hand, swirling it as she hums playfully. Despite her dour mood at being trapped, at losing her chance at having form once more, a slight smirk begins to creep across her face.
"Who is hysterical now?" she chuckles, her fingers weaving a pattern in the air. Slowly but surely slender strands of blue string seem to form between her digits, the glowing strands bearing a similar brilliance to that of the golden entity inside the idol.
She suddenly whips her hand away, the blue stings suddenly dissipating into the ether. Gears spin in her head, her golden eyes darting around as she reaches down to pull me to my feet.
"Come now, mother" she coos, seemingly referring to me as her title. "We have much work ahead."
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