It is considered a great honor to be chosen by their goddess to take on her form. I am the one chosen last week and my heart races as I look upon the beauty of the divine being before me. The fact that she has shown herself to me is a great honor, and my body is starting to tingle with unnatural warmth. As she places the blessed ornament in my hair with a warm smile, I cannot help but notice her inhumanly massive, supple breasts and wide hips, both signs of fertility. She has such a perfect shape; no beauty can compare, and I blush from merely standing in her presence. A moment later, my eyes widen as a realization hits. 'I am going to look similar to her.'

I put my hands on my small chest, letting out a small gasp as they puff up and grow. "It should be fine…" I tell myself as my bones creak and pop, the sensations concentrated in my hips and waist. I am currently garbed in oversized priestess robes and realize they're designed to fit post-transformation.

"I can work with this…" I mutter as the growth continues. "Mmm... Ahhhh..." My breasts engorge and fill, growing more sensitive by the second as my ass fattens in tandem with the widening of my hits. Pleasurable sensations overwhelm me, and I can't help but feel a mild pang of concern as my breasts hit the E-cup range and continue to balloon. I'm not only going to resemble her, but my breasts will match her tremendous size.

My hips and waist begin to strain against the ties of my clothes, the loose fabric on my petite frame struggling to hold in my assets. Letting out a yelp, I shakily loosen my robe just in time for my humongous-yet-perky tits to bounce free, nipples hardening under the cool air.

I try desperately to hold my breasts up as my vulva quivers and aches with fertile arousal. "These are too big…" I mumble as I cup my gargantuan chest mounds. As I look up to the goddess with pleading eyes, she vanishes with a flash of light, leaving me alone. After a moment of hesitation, I stare down at myself and blink, feeling the arousal within me mount and grow. Whether I like it or not, this is my new form, so I might as well enjoy it, right? I pinch one of my nipples and let out a small, quivering moan as a trickle of milk seeps out. 'Actually, maybe I can work this this,' I purr, quickly seeing the positives.