Becka closed the door to her room and made sure that there was no possibilty for her sister to suddenly enter without notice. She then walked around her room. It was a pretty average room for a teenager, except for 3 things. The overly big bras, the mostly stretchy clothing that ensured that her curves would be hugged whenever they could be, and a full length mirror where she admires herself in every day. But there was also this other thing that most girls probably don't have.
When she was done checking the hallway she walked up to her bed and reached under it. Where she had built a selfmade secret compartment where she stored a certain item in. It was an old clay sculpture of a woman, with an impeccible hourglass figure. Becka checked the door one more time to ensure that no one would be walking in, and when the coast is finally cleared, she layed the sculpture on the floor, as she knelt in front of it. The sculpture suddenly started floating.
"Are we alone my dear Becka?" A voice suddenly whispered from the sculpture. "Yes my mistress, I wished to thank you for yet another blessing. My sister was entirely taken aback by it." She said as she bowed down to the sculpture. The sculpture was known as Xeana, a spirit of fertility, who has been residing in that totem for over 5000 years. Becka heard a sultry laugh in return. "No problem my sweet, I felt that it was proper for us to celebrate our so called anniversary."
5 years ago Becka and her family went to a national park for a little one day vacation. As she was wandering off a little running and playing around in the grass, she eventuallly came to a small lake. This is where she found Xeana. In the mud beside the lake the sculpture was stuck, and as Becka pulled it out she nearly screeched in fear when Xeana spoke to her. But with enough calming words the spirit was able to calm her down. She promised Becka that if she were to help her, if she were to house her and if she were to pray to her every day, she would return every favor in full. And so she did. All the growing, developing, and maturing Becka has gone through for the last 5 years was all because she had faith in her new companion, and she regretted not a single ounce of it.
"Which is also cause for another celebration, for I have great news!" Xeana suddenly happily told Becka. Becka was a little surprised by this. Her mistress was normaly very calm and sultry, like a caring mother. "What might this celebration be my mistress." Becka said as she bowed to the sculpture again.
"You see my dear, I have always admired your species ability to love. No other animal on this planet is able to care and nurture one another like a human is. Which is why I gave them access to me and my abilities. Men and women came to me for my blessing, and I gave it to them as I have given it to you. But I was lost when those who worshipped mw were wiped out by a violent conflict." Xeana said, as her voiced turned to a more low and scowling tone then usual. "And what was this conflict my mistress?" Becka asked in return.
"A war my sweet. The antithesis to all I believe in. Alas, the love that humans feel for eachother can only be matched by their own hatred. Which is when I was lost for milannias until you dug me up again. And as I have observed your species for the last 5 years, I have seen that you have only gotten more distracted. The love has been replaced by want and greed. Endlessly distracted with things that only oneself benefits from. Even the love for ones child is fading, Which I have seen in your own life." That one cut deep. It was true that Becka and her sisters rarely saw their mom and dad. As a businessman and woman they were frequently away for hours a day, or maybe entire days. She doesn't even remember the last time they all had breakfast together.
"But thanks to you my dear, I am finally able to make a stand against it yet again. Over the last 5 years you have prayed to me, and by extent of making me more powerfull, you have gained a body that will always stay with you. Perfect for sharing all the love that you are all capable off." Becka was so happy that Xeana had acknowledged that. Whenever Becka saw that people around her were sad, she always tried to cheer them up through physical contact. With a hug, or a kiss on the cheeck, etc. She remembered when one of her good friends cried over the loss off his pet, she took his head and let him lay on top off her broad hips as she stroked his hair. She had even wondered what it would be like to nurture her own child with her large voluptuous breasts.
"And now my greatest request of you will come. I have grown powerfull enough that I can now bless others in mere seconds the same way I blessed you over 5 years. But I can only do it if you accept me into your soul. I will not take control of you, nor will I strain your body in any way. All you have to do is touch another with as much love as you possibly can. Will you accept me into your soul?" And as if she had waited her whole life for this moment, Becka sprung up, looked at the statue and simply said. "Yes my mistress, I accept you." And as a silence fell, she merely responded with: "Very well."
What happened next was a little blurry. In a split second a light flashed before Becka's eyes as a weird form of energy spread throughout her entire body. It felt weird, but also good. She saw the sculpture fall on the floor as she looked at herself. Her breasts, butt and thighs all felt like they were on fire and when she looked at her hands, it was like lightning was shooting from her fingertips. "Well." Xeana said in Becka's mind. "Are you enjoying this feeling?" Xeana asked her. "Yes my mistress, I am loving it.
"Glad to hear that dear. Now it is up for you to decide, who do you wish to give my blessing to first?"
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