*Hello, Oghma here. I know I said I’d try to have this one out as quickly as possible, but as I think we’re all aware how real-life gets in the way right now. Rest assured though, I have not abandoned this story and we will see it to the end. I hope to see you for the next chapter.*
**Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes, fantastical elements and some somber themes ahead. All persons depicted within are of 18 years or older.**
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“I’m telling you… I’m getting out of here.” Matthew panted as he jogged alongside Marcus. The compound fortunately was large enough to make a good jog out of, and it was one of the few things the two of them could do with minimal supervision. The handlers had way too much on their plate to keep up with everyone who wanted to jog, so they would just park themselves where they could see everything. In this case the handler was too busy with a meatball sub (which looked a hell of a lot better than what they had for lunch) and only occasionally looked up to follow them. “And I’m not finishing the program.”
“You’re talkin’ about escape?” Marcus asked gruffly through breaths of his own.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“That ain’t gonna be easy.” He replied. “You know they watch us all the time, there’s the fence to deal with, and of course how are we gonna get anywhere?” Matthew nodded as he jogged, these were certainly going to be problematic. “We got no transport, no money and nothing but desert for miles. What you’re suggesting is practically suicide.”
“I don’t care.” Matthew responded. The two ceased their jog and took a moment to catch their breaths. Luckily the handler was still too engrossed in his sandwich to come over to check on them. “You told me that you can’t fake your way out of here? Well, I can’t either. Sooner or later it’s going to be me they hold a funeral for. I’m a Breeder Marcus, and nothing they do here is going to change that. I dunno what your plans are, but I’m not going to stay here until I die. You can stay behind if you want to but…” he paused, well if he had come this far, he might as well bear it all. “But I’m gonna be there for my kid.” Marcus said nothing, just slowly contemplated what Matthew had said to him. There was…something in this new friend that he hadn’t seen in a long time. A spark of a bitter illusion he thought he’d abandoned years ago.
“I didn’t say I was going to stay behind.” Matthew’s eyes lit up when he heard that.
“You mean- ”
“Keep your voice down.” Marcus hissed, prompting Matthew to quiet himself. “Look… if we’re going to get out of here like you said. We can’t do it half-assed. We gotta do it right.”
“Right…right of course.” Matthew nodded, gesturing that the two of them should resume their jog. “So… any ideas?”
“Now ain’t the time. But tonight, after they come to check on us, we can talk it over.”
“Yeah, you’re right… Oh, and Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
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“Jupiter and moons show me the way.”
“Following my dream of Babylon.”
“Jupiter and moons show me my fate.”
“Will the Sun arise?”
“Jupiter and moons let me escape.”
“From this world of pain…I’ll die alone!”
“Jupiter and moons show me the way.”
“Back to paradise… back to paradise!”
The song rang through the car at near deafening volume. “Of Jupiter and Moons”, a particular favorite of Himawari’s, one she’d shared with Matthew during their all-too brief time together. In a strange way, they could almost see it as “their song”, so it made sense that she’d use it to psych herself up. She’d tried to research conversion therapy sites, but online research hadn’t been fruitful enough; there were only a few locations in this state, but none of them were willing to disclose any information about their attendees. Plus it was entirely possible that the pastor had sent him out of state, she just didn’t know. Calling him was no longer an option, though she had tried again to reach him that way the number had been disconnected. No, the only way she was going to find anything about Matthew was through a direct conversation, since his father was out of the question there was only one other person…
“Himawari?” her sister’s voice snapped her out of her trance, causing her to look over to the passenger’s seat where Akari was. “We’ve been here a few minutes already, aren’t you going to go inside?”
“Yeah, of course I just…needed to finish this song.” Himawari answered. Akari just nodded her head and pursed her lips in response.
“You’re too nervous to go in, aren’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes.” She answered matter-of-factly. Himawari sighed and slumped forward., There really was no hiding it.
“Look, I mean… I dunno what else to do. There’s no telling exactly where they sent him. But after that phone call with his dad, I’m scared to think what kind of person his mom might be. You know?” Akari pursed her lips as she figured out how best to answer her sister.
“Well maybe but… there’s no real way to know until we talk to her. Do you want to give up now?”
“…No.” Himawari sighed, unbuckling her seatbelt. “I guess there’s no avoiding it is there?”
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“Clunk!” came the sound of the picture frame hitting the floor. June sighed in exasperation as she recognized the sound. Maneuvering herself carefully, she did her best to gather up the picture frame without knocking anything over again. Had her bottom gotten bigger again? She thought she had gotten past this after Ruth was born, but it seemed her body had other things in mind. June then cupped her chest, after instinctively looking around to make sure nobody was watching. They didn’t feel any bigger. Good, worst case scenario she had a little more time before she had to… No, she mustn’t think of it that way; This was her decision and nobody else’s. It was better for in the long run, no back pain and much less expensive bras. It was a shame she couldn’t do anything about the curves lower down. But there were some things no human could ever change. As she placed the picture back on the table, she let out another sigh, this time one of relief. A pastor’s wife through and through; supportive, nurturing and obedient. It was then that she heard the doorbell ring, causing her head to jerk towards the front door. Now who could that be? June then made her way towards the door, swiftly yet careful enough not to knock over anything again. As she approached it, she took a moment to make sure her hair was nice and neat before opening it. “Hello?” she asked.
“Yes hi!” came the reply from one of her guests. June took a moment to look them over, quite a bit surprised by what she saw. Standing in the doorway were two voluptuous young women. One looked to be about Matthew’s age, with cocoa colored skin, narrow amber eyes and long dark hair. The other was of Asian descent, a little older with a softer more… maternal visage. The younger one was dressed in a loose fitting light-green t-shirt, and a pair of worn blue jeans, while the other was adorned in a white shirt and a tartan skirt that rose just above her knees. What stood out most were their bodies; both were sporting curves that just screamed fertility and sexuality. Even this reserved pastor’s wife found herself gaping in awe for a moment before she was able to shake the ungodly urges from her mind.
“Can I help you?” she queried, just wondering what could have brought them here.
“Yeah…” the younger one continued. “We were hoping to speak with Mrs. June Hartford?”
“That would be me.” June answered. “May I ask who you are?”
“Oh good!” Himawari exclaimed. “My name’s Himawari, and this is my sister Akari.” Her sister? June looked back to the other girl instinctively. They didn’t look that much alike. Then again, she could be a half or step-sister. I’m a friend of your son’s; I’ve lost contact with him, we were hoping to speak to you about that. Do you have a few minutes?” June paused. Her husband had warned her that something like this would happen. It didn’t take much deduction to figure out that one of them was the girl Matthew had been involved with. The proper thing would be to shut the door in their faces and walk away. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something inside her was reassuring her that these two were trustworthy, that there was no ill intent within them. If nothing else, she could just hear them out, a pastor’s wife needn’t fear that she would be swayed away from her faith so easily.
“Well, would you like to come inside?” June asked with a warm smile that radiated hospitality. A wave of relief passed over the sisters. It seemed that they had gotten past the first barrier. June lead them through the house towards the living room, where she gestured to the couch. The girls sat down side by side, while June took a seat across from them in the recliner. “Now… what can I do for you?”
“Well…” Himawari replied, leaning backwards as she thought about how to ask such questions. “Like I said earlier, I’m a friend of your son’s. But he dropped off the face of the Earth recently, and I can’t reach him anywhere.” A partial truth, easier to say to her than a full-on lie. “I was wondering if you knew where he was?” June just sat there in silence for a moment as she came up with a proper answer.
“You don’t need to hide anything from me.” She responded. Himawari’s blood froze and her stomach twisted in knots with anxiety. Yet there was no sense of menace of animosity in her voice. Rather, she was speaking in a friendly and reassuring tone. Just what was she getting at? “I already figured out who you are Himawari. Would you please tell me why you’re here?” Himawari paused for a moment, her mouth and throat had suddenly dried up. She then turned her head to face her sister, seeking reassurance. Akari picked up on this and nodded softly. Well, there was no getting around it.
“To tell you the truth?” Himawari continued. “I…I wanted to speak to him. I have something incredibly important that I need to tell him.” June nodded, taking in the information.
“And what would that be?” she asked. Himawari swallowed hard, drawing in the only moisture she had left in her mouth and leaned forward as she was unable to say it face to face with June.
“…That I love him.” June wasn’t entirely prepared for that, and visibly recoiled slightly at the sound of it. However, she was able to quickly return to her usual composure.
“I-I see.” She replied, looking down and wringing her hands. “I-I appreciate you coming to tell me this. But I can’t let you see him right now.”
“Why not?”
“Matthew is… taking some time away for the good of his soul. “June answered softly.
“You mean he’s at conversion therapy.” Himawari’s words again caused June to recoil in surprise. How did she…?
“Oh… you know about that do you?” Himawari nodded to her. “Well… yes. He is undergoing therapy to help him suppress his ungodly urges, so that his soul can be saved and he can- ”
“Ungodly urges?” Himawari asked, her temper was starting to flare up. “There’s nothing ungodly about sex!” The word “sex” caused June’s face to turn a shade of red in embarrassment, she was clearly not used to hearing that word so causally. “Like it or not, your son is a breeder! He’s just following through on what he was born to do! He can’t change- ”
“Yes he can!” June blurted out all of the sudden. Her hand then jolted upward to cover her mouth. It was too late though; she had already said too much. “I…I know all too well how breeders can change if they try. “A partial truth. June was hoping that the girls didn’t pick up on it. But it was hard to hide anything from Himawari, her natural empathy was just too attuned. Not that it mattered too much, Akari was also able to get a feel of the implications of her statement. Both girls looked June up and down, examining her body carefully. The realization didn’t take too long to conform.
“Mrs. Hartford… you’re a Breeder, aren’t you?” Akari asked softly. June fumbled around in her seat for a minute or so, unsure of how she should respond to that.
“Yes… Yes, I was.” The girls could hardly believe it, how could any Breeder willingly follow along with what her husband was preaching? Let alone marry him!
“Does… does your husband know?” Himawari queried.
“He does, yes.” Conformed June, now composed enough to sit up and face the girls. Her face shifted and twisted a little as it returned to a calm visage. “He’s always known. In fact, Greg was the one who showed me the light, and turned me from my sinful lifestyle. It was with his guidance and the love of Christ that I realized my urges were unnatural and immoral, and that my children would be able to avoid the temptations of Satan.” She launched into a well-conditioned spiel; one she had probably rehearsed to herself a thousand times over. Yet the tone of her voice wasn’t filled with the conviction one would expect her to have; Something about it implied a sort of shakiness within her. Himawari looked over to her sister again to see if she too had picked up on it. Perhaps they could push it to their advantage.
“And yet… Matthew didn’t resist it forever, did he?” Himawari pointed out.
“…No, I guess he didn’t.” June admitted. “But… but he’s young, his hormones were flaring up and he lost control.” Excuse after excuse was rattled off by her. “I’m sure when he has finished his therapy he will be back to his old self.”
“Mrs. Hartford…” Himawari continued as she got up to stroll over to her. “That IS his old self. I know it’s not what you’d like to hear, but when I met him, he was miserable. As much as he tried to hold himself back, Matthew just wasn’t able to when he came to me. ”
“You mean when you… “June tried to say something dismissive towards Himawari, something that would discredit her and shoot her down. Yet for whatever reason, she couldn’t finish her sentence.
“All I did…” said Himawari when she finally reached the Pastor’s wife. “Was listen to what he had to say, and draw out what he really wanted.” She placed her hand on June’s thicc, sturdy thigh. Akari meanwhile had approached on her other side. This was a fairly risky plan, but if it worked it would really help them out, as well as save another poor soul from the pastor’s clutches. “Maybe you should do that too…” Himawari whispered, leaning upward until she was face-to-face with June. “Just stop listening to what the pastor tells you to feel, and listen to your body…” With that, she lurched forward and locked lips with June in an erotic kiss. June gasped into the kiss, utterly bewildered by what had just occurred to her. Yet she did not pull away, rather just passively went along with it, somehow unable to bring herself to push Himawari off her. Akari circled around to cup at June’s modest chest, caressing and kneading her breasts gently.
“So small…” she mused, her hands now unbuttoning June’s blouse. “You wouldn’t think a Breeder would have such a-“it was when she opened the garment and gazed upon June’s naked chest (she wasn’t wearing a bra at the moment) that she noticed the thin pale scars running along her breast. The implications of what they meant were not lost on Akari.
“He-they um…” June gasped as Himawari broke off from her lips to now kiss at her neck. Though she didn’t push her off, there was still a tiny bit of resistance. “They’re shameful and lewd… It would be disgraceful to-ah… to tempt the men of the congregation with them. Besides… it’s so much easier this way.” Again, Akari repositioned herself so that she was facing June.
“I know you don’t really mean that…” She purred, sashaying and wiggling on the spot so that her own massive chest bounced and jiggled erotically.
“I-I do!” June protested; her eyes wide in awe. Himawari continued to nibble on her neck meanwhile, her left hand reaching towards her chest to tweak and tease her nipples.
“That doesn’t sound genuine…” Akari replied, reaching downward to pull her shirt up over her head. Confined within a pink lacey pushup, her breasts presented quite an erotic sight to the world. Despite of, or perhaps because of years of repression, June found herself unable to tear her eyes away from Akari’s mountainous mammaries. “Everybody loves a nice, big, soft, pair of tits…” Akari then reached around, unclasped her bra and let it fall down to the floor, letting her girls bounce free. June gasped aloud at what she saw. As amazing as they looked covered up, Akari’s breasts were simply spectacular uncovered. Big and round, with only enough of a sag to show that gravity still existed. Her nipples were a light pink color, standing erect in the cool room proudly.
“Gorgeous, aren’t they?” Himawari said with a sensual purr as she grinded against June. “Akari’s always been the bustiest one in the family. Compared to her, I feel like an A.” To punctuate her statement, Himawari drew June’s hand upward to clutch at her own chest.
“T-that’s not true.” June replied as she was guided into kneading Himawari’s breast. “You-you’re lo-lovely too…” she stammered. Just what was going on? She should have pushed her off or protested some more, but instead she was actually starting to get into it. The soft pillowy sensation overflowing her grip was hypnotically soothing in a way, completely focusing her attention towards it. A slight pang emerged from within her, bringing forth emotions she never knew lay within her. It felt almost like…envy, or possibly regret. Had she not had the reduction surgeries; she would likely be even chestier than Akari by now.
“Aww… thanks!” Himawari chirped, planting a quick peck of gratitude on June’s lips. “But I think my best feature’s a little further down, don’t you?” Again, she guided June’s hand, this time downward to her wide hips and expansive butt. Although she was being led, June couldn’t resist grabbing a fistful of Himawari’s ass. So big, round and soft… It was truly spectacular to behold, let alone feel.
“Always with the booty eh Himawari?” Akari teased, sliding her skirt down her hips. Her panties were a matching shade of pink, lace with just a small triangle covering the cleft of her vulva. “I swear, you’re obsessed with it!”
“Mmm… well, I can’t help but flaunt what I’ve got!” giggled Himawari as she wiggled her hips, sending her butt into a frenzy of erotic jiggling. Surprisingly, June’s hand did not leave its spot. “But wow…I wasn’t expecting Matthew’s mom to have one that matched mine!” she continued, now reaching downward to grab at June’s own rear. The pastor’s wife gasped a little as Himawari caressed and kneaded it through the long skirt, gently stimulating the soft flesh.
“I-it’s shameful…” said June, it seemed there was still some protest remaining within her. “It’s-too big and lewd… b-but I can’t do anything to shrink it…”
“Why would you want to do that?” Himawari cooed as she took off her own shirt, tossing it aside to show off her impressive tits. Though her belly hadn’t yet started to swell much, her bust was already beginning to grow larger to prepare her for motherhood. As such she hadn’t bothered to wear a bra today, as she had outgrown her previous cup size. Her hands caressed and stroked her round ample mounds, showing them off for the awe-struck preacher’s wife. “Our curves are beautiful.” She continued as she helped herself out of her pants. “You shouldn’t try to hide them or make them go away; they are a part of your body just as much as the nose on your face.” June paused for a good while, just staring in amazement at the stunning image of fertility and womanhood stripping before her.
“B-but…” she started to protest before Himawari placed a single finger on her lips, stopping her words dead in their tracks.
“I said…” she continued, with a warm yet erotic smile. “Stop repeating what you’ve been told…just listen to your body and what it wants.” As she spoke, Himawari started to pull down June’s skirt. Adorned on her hips were a pair of plain white panties, completely covering up her groin area so as to maintain some degree of modesty even then. Before anything more could be said, Himawari hooked her fingers around the waistband of them and pulled them off. A soft gasp emerged from her plush lips as she first laid eyes on June’s pussy. It was puffy with a very pronounced cleft, easily earning the name of “mound”. A fine mist of juices had already begun to form around it, a small string of which clung to the panties erotically. “You’re soaking wet!” Himawari exclaimed.
