The beautiful young woman shuffled into the temple. Today’s the day, Elethea thought. Today I ask Ywa for her blessing…

Her village lay just outside the temple devoted to a demigoddess, the daughter of Nethea, goddess of love and sexuality and a mortal father, long since deceased. Ywa, the demigoddess, held a ceremony once every season for young women like Elethea to ask for her bounty. Ywa’s bounty was her plump bosom, which grew larger every day. Her ceremony was her way of staying mobile- she literally transferred breast size from herself to her devotees, young women from the surrounding villages.

Elethea smiled as she made eye contact with the temple priestess. She had clearly been in Elethea’s position once; her bust was supernaturally large, eclipsing her ribs. “You have come to ask our Lady for her blessing this season?” the priestess asked.

Bowing slightly, she replied, “Yes, I have. My name is Elethea.”

The priestess eyed Elethea’s figure up and down. Elethea was blessed with wide, child-bearing hips, a symbol of fertility; however, she lacked much in the way of breasts. “Our Lady will enjoy working on you,” she said. “Follow me, Elethea.” She followed the priestess down a gray stone hallway. Soon, they emerged into a room brightly lit with many hearths and torches. An otherworldly beautiful woman stood in the center, her gigantic breasts covering her down to her knees.

“The first of today’s supplicants, Helyse?” she asked.

“Yes, my lady,” the priestess Helyse answered, bowing. “Presenting one Elethea.” The gorgeous young woman bowed low, a sign of her worship of Ywa.

“My lady,” Elethea said. “I have come to ask your blessing.”

Ywa chuckled. “I’m aware of that, young one. You may stand, and remove your tunic.”

“Yes, my lady, of course.” Elethea blushed as she disrobed.

Ywa smirked. “You face one challenge first, young one,” she kneeled, her huge breasts splaying out in front of her. “You must bring me to climax just once, but you may only touch my breasts.”

Elethea felt uneasy. She had never been with a man before; had never even considering being with another woman. She sheepishly walked towards the kneeling demigoddess and mirrored her pose. The young woman reached forward with an outstretched hand and stroked down Ywa’s copious flesh. The demigoddess shivered and let out a small moan. Elethea felt something within herself change at that moment. Maybe this won’t be so bad as I thought.

The mortal girl did her best to massage Ywa’s massive bust, her hands coming closer and closer to her engorged nipples, which stood stiff with desire. Feeling adventurous, Elethea gently caressed a nub, running her open palm over it. Ywa shuddered in response, her eyes slowly closing. Feeling encouraged, Elethea more firmly played with a nipple, lightly squeezing one in her hand. Her immortal lover sharply inhaled from the sensation- which was all the encouragement the young woman needed.

Elethea slowly walked on her knees closer to one side and bent down to be face level with one of Ywa’s huge nipples. Taking it in her mouth, she sucked and nibbled on the teat. She heard Ywa give out a moan and knew her strategy was working. Focusing her intent, Elethea began to exert more force on Ywa’s tit. The demigoddess started moaning constantly and her legs flopped out to the side of her as she succumbed to the pleasure. She collapsed on top of her mountains of breast and soon after, her first climax struck. Elethea either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and kept working. Ywa rode from orgasm to orgasm until she reached an arm out to touch Elethea.

“Young one,” she said, as calmly as possible. “Elethea.” The girl stopped. “You’ve done it, Elethea, you passed. By mother, did you pass.”

Elethea blushed and stood up as Ywa rose.

“Are you ready, Supplicant Elethea, to receive the gift I offer you?”

“Nothing would please me more, my lady.”

“Then as is my right and responsibility, I bequeath my bounty on to you. And for your exemplary service, as much as you desire.” Ywa radiated a gentle light and felt her magic swirl around her. Elethea gasped as she felt it hit her; Ywa’s magic suffused her entire body, but centered on her chest. Looking down, the young woman smiled as her patron’s bust flowed to her. Elethea’s modestly sized breasts began to grow, pulsing larger until the growth became steady. Her breasts felt warm, and it spread throughout her body. The heat quickly transformed into pleasure as Elethea’s boobs inched bigger.

She moaned. “Oh, my lady,” Elethea whispered. “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and felt the weight pulling on her increase gradually. “More,” she muttered. “Faster.” Ywa obliged her worshipper, the heat increasing in Elethea’s body. Her breasts pushed larger, gaining inches every few seconds. Quickly, Elethea’s burgeoning boobs were nearing the size of the small pumpkins Lady Ellequins harvested in the autumn. She felt the heat from her tits on her chest like a white-hot intensity, but it didn’t hurt her. If anything, it actually felt great.

Elethea’s breasts bulged larger as Ywa continued to transfer her size to the young woman in front of her. “It feels so good, mistress,” Elethea moaned. “Please, more, faster.” Elethea’s voracious need to grow amused Ywa, and she strengthened the bond between them. The worshipper’s breasts steadily swelled even faster now, rapidly covering Elethea’s torso with more flesh. They grew even larger than Helyse’s, by now rivaling her head for size. Elethea wasn’t satisfied. She wanted more; the growth felt too good to stop now. She brought her hands to her tits, sinking her fingers into the pliant flesh as it continued to swell.

The young woman moaned and fell to her knees as she enveloped herself in pleasure, now teasing her own nipples much the same way as she did Ywa’s. “Oh… hmm… my lady, it’s so… unnhhh… good. Make me grow, make me bigger, make me the biggest of your worshippers, please.” Her tits grew rapidly, and her hands couldn’t mask it- they were gradually dwarfing Elethea’s torso. Suddenly, Elethea collapsed to her side as her breasts grew and the pleasure coursed through her body. “Oh, I’m so close,” she whispered between moans. “So… so close.”

Elethea’s eyes scrunched as she came, the pleasure from her tits overwhelming her. “Don’t… stop… keep… making me… bigger.” She rolled onto her back, releasing her nipples from her hands. Her arms spread out to either side of her as the weight on top of her grew, Elethea’s plumping nipples rising further into the air as she lay there. They kept growing, bigger, rounder, fatter, and Ywa kept getting smaller.

As Elethea came down from her fourth climax, she finally decided it was enough. “Ywa… I’m satisfied.” All at once, the heat and the pleasure stopped. Elethea was stilling lying on her back, her torso covered by her newly huge breasts. She stood up, facing her demigoddess patron.

“I thought for a moment your desire was insatiable, young one,” Ywa said. “We’re now about the same size.”

Elethea looked down and marveled at her breasts. Ywa had let her grow huge; the tits she had now dominated her torso. The big puffy nipples that capped them were almost an arm’s length away. To reach them, Elethea had to maneuver her arms around the width of her breasts.

“Elethea, I am inducting you into my temple priestesses. I’m in need of your services,” Ywa said, as suggestively as possible.