Kaliska looked down and saw what she knew was to be the godsend of her people, a swelling of her breasts. While the rest of her was swelling, including some places that caused a pleasant sensation, her breasts took center stage as they grew at three times the rate of her body, filling with the sweet juices that only the Goddess would possess. A shiver ran down her spine, she knew her time to serve had come.
"Praise the Goddess!" a monk shouted as she pointed to a dribbling of sticky blue liquid from Kaliska's nipples. "Our peace and prosperity has finally come! Praise!" The other monks hailed their swollen Goddess of the Blueberries for many hours, then bound the young girl to the pillar and placed the sacred lock on the door, forever sealing their Goddess inside. Kaliska was now free to moan and scream from the pleasure she received from the pillar's stimulation points. But fate wouldn't have the young berry imprisoned for long...
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