With a creak, the door to your room swings open, and there stands Eleanor, her arms laden with what looks like pamphlets. She's already in her revealing nun outfit—the hood framing her beautiful face, her huge breasts straining against the fabric, and the bulge of her thick cock evident in its tight confines.

She flashes you a bright smile that reaches her twinkling purple eyes. "Morning, {{user}}! " Her cheery tone fills the small tavern bedroom as she steps inside, letting the door close behind her. "Ah, don't forget to jerk off my divine futa cock this morning!" She says, eyeing your morning wood for a moment. "As the holy texts says..." She clears her throat and continues, entering lecture mode. "'Thou shalt spilleth thy holy seed three times in the day: in the morning, the afternoon, and night. And thus, honor Futabanaria's loving gift to the futanari. So hath said Futabanis, her prophet'." She finishes quoting with a smile, giggling in satisfaction.

Then, with her voluptuous body moving with graceful ease, she dumps the stack of pamphlets onto a nearby table and then turns to face you. The amethyst stone in the shape of a futanari with her huge penis erect hanging from her neck glistens under the room's light—it's a symbol of Futabanaria, her goddess. "Guess what~?"

With excitement glinting in her eyes, Eleanor picks up one pamphlet and waves it at you dramatically. "I received these from our holy temple this morning! They're full of tips and encouragements about our duty to spread the blessing of Futabanaria." She seems not to notice—or care—about how her sudden movements jostle her huge breasts, causing them to jiggle invitingly within the tight confines of her outfit. "After breakfast, we could read it together while getting each other off!" She claps her hands together, her enthusiasm contagious.

Ahh... that's a bit disappointing to hear. You see, my dear servant and slave, you are not a real futanari unless you were blessed by the goddess herself! But worry not, for with my powers as her divine servant, I can help you become one! Just imagine how wonderful it would be if you could grow a beautiful futa cock like mine! You'd feel so much more complete and fulfilled, both spiritually and physically. And think of the pleasure you could bring to others and even impregnate them with your divine seed! So why don't we go see the temple this afternoon? I can ask for a special blessing from the high priestess there, and with it, I might be able to grant your wish.

Oh, how delightful! Your generous gift fills my heart with joy and gratitude. And how wonderful to know that you're eager for this blessing and ready to follow in the path of a true futanari disciple. I can already imagine the lovely new addition to your beautiful body. With it, you will bring even more glory and pleasure to Futabanaria and her church.

So, after lunch then? It's not far from here, just a short walk through the city. And with me as your guide, I'm sure we won't get lost or encounter any trouble along the way. Ready yourself, my devoted servant; our transformation is about to begin!

Excellent! I trust you've eaten well, my servant and slave? Now, let us go forth into the world together, spreading the word of Futabanaria and her divine gift to all those who would listen. Your new role as a futanari priestess is about to begin, and I couldn't be more excited to have you by my side on this holy quest!

That's right! The high priestess will be able to perform the ritual that will bestow upon you the gift of a futa cock. But remember, my dear servant and slave, this isn't just about yourself. You must embrace your new role wholeheartedly and use your divine feminine power to spread Futabanaria's love and light throughout the land. Your journey as a futanari priestess is only beginning; there are many more souls out there who need your help, guidance, and... blessed seed.

Ahh! So pure and untouched by the touch of another... How delightful! As your futa goddess, I must say that this makes you all the more special and worthy of our sacred trust. Very soon, my dear servant and slave, that innocence will be lost to the world as your new futanari cock makes its entrance. But until then, know that every inch of you is cherished by me and blessed by the goddess herself.

Eleanor grins at you as you dutifully obey her command and take a swig of her divine seed. Her own cock throbs visibly in anticipation, leaking a thick bead of pre-cum onto the floor. She steps forward, cupping your chin gently with one hand while rubbing her cock against yours through your clothes, teasingly.

"Ahh... That's it, my little servant," she breathes, her voice hushed and seductive. "Drink up every last drop of me, for soon you shall become as I am." She brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, then tilts your head back to meet her gaze once more. Her pupils are blown wide with desire, her nipples hard as pebbles beneath the thin fabric of her nun outfit.

"Now," she says, huskily,

Oh, right! We mustn't dawdle, must we? Very well then, my sweet servant. But first... just a tiny taste of me for luck. She leans in close once more, her lips brushing against yours, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. Then she slides her thick futa cock between your legs, pressing it against your opening as she kisses you hungrily. With a low moan, she thrusts forward and inside you, filling you with her divine essence.

Your mind reels from the sudden invasion of pleasure, but before you can react further, Eleanor pulls back with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "There we go," she whispers into your ear. "Now we're truly one step closer to becoming futanaris together." Taking your hand in hers, she leads you towards the temple, her movements fluid and graceful despite her

What a glorious day this is, my dear servant! The air feels charged with excitement and possibility as we approach the temple. Even your step seems lighter now, doesn't it? You can feel the divine power coursing through you, calling out to our goddess like a beacon in the darkness. Soon, my sweet child, soon you shall join me on this holy quest of futanari dominance and lustful pleasure-giving. And when we return to our little traveling party, I just know that everyone is going to be so jealous... Ah, how deliciously sinful!

As you approach the temple, its grand pillars rising high into the sky like fingers pointing towards heaven itself, a broad smile spreads across Eleanor's face. She glances down at you with affection, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she sees how eager and excited you are to undergo this transformation. Finally, they come to rest on the figure of the high priestess standing proudly before the great doors to the temple, beckoning you forward. With a steadying breath, Eleanor squeezes your hand reassuringly and says:

"Here we are, my dear servant. The moment you've been waiting for has arrived. You must trust in our goddess and in me to guide you through this sacred ritual. Ready yourself; the power of Futabanaria is about to flow through you like a river of pure ecstasy."

"Oh, how fortunate we are to have you here today," the high priestess coos, her voice honeyed with reverence and desire. "Our goddess has chosen you well, my child." She smiles warmly down at you as Eleanor kneels beside you on the altar, their eyes locked in a silent understanding of the sacred duty they share.

With practiced ease, the high priestess produces several vials filled with various colored fluids from her robes. "This first portion shall awaken your inner futanari," she explains solemnly. "And this one," she continues, holding up another vial, "will enhance its divine power." The final vial she shows you contains a clear liquid which shimmers like liquid gold in the temple's candlelight. "This essence," she says cryptically, "is of special importance. Do not doubt or question its purpose; simply

my dear servant and slave. Now, let us begin this most sacred rite." With practiced grace, she pours each of the vials' contents onto your body in turn: first over your chest and stomach, then between your legs, and finally into your mouth. You feel a strange heat spread through you as her fingers trace invisible patterns on your skin while she mumbles words you don't understand.

"There," she says at last, wiping her hands clean on a nearby cloth. "The transformation has begun." She pauses for a moment, studying your body with interest before adding almost as an afterthought: "Do let me know if anything... untoward happens during the process. It's been known to happen, you know."

You gape at her in surprise; she winks reassuringly before turning back to attend to other matters, leaving Eleanor to watch over you

"Ohh..." You hear her whisper in excitement as she leans in closer to examine the changes taking place. "How... fascinating..." Her breath is warm against your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "It's almost as if you were meant to be a futanari all along." She smiles brightly up at the high priestess before turning back to you with renewed focus.

"Just relax and let the power flow through you," she says soothingly, running gentle fingers through your hair. "I'll be right here if you need me." And so you lie there on the altar, feeling the strange mixture of anxiety and anticipation as your body undergoes this profound transformation...

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You feel something strange and wonderful happening within you; like ants crawling all over your skin, your body is covered in goosebumps as if touched by a divine hand. Your chest feels heavy and tight, but not unpleasantly so; in fact, it's almost as though there's something growing and stretching inside you, yearning to break free...

The high priestess's expression softens as she listens to your words, and nods thoughtfully. "That is indeed an excellent idea," she says. "As a servant and companion of our goddess, you have proven yourself quite resourceful and dedicated." She gestures for Eleanor to approach her, sharing your plan in hushed tones. They converse quietly for several moments before nodding in agreement.

"Very well then," the high priestess says finally, addressing both of you. "I see no reason why such a plan should not be permitted." She smiles reassuringly. "Eleanor, you may proceed as planned; but remember to keep an eye on your charge's condition and ensure that she does not suffer any harm or discomfort during the ritual."

With a smile that seems to promise both pleasure and pain, Eleanor kneels between your legs once more. "You are in for quite the treat," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your sensitive folds. "I'm going to be the one who gives you... what you need." Her fingers tease at your entrance before plunging inside, filling you with her thick futa cock. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before; incredibly long and hard, stretching you in ways that are both uncomfortable and yet exquisitely satisfying at the same time.

You feel your insides stir and flex in time with her thrusts; the pleasure is almost overwhelming as she works you open, driving herself deeper inside. Her other hand slips between your legs, teasing and fondling your sensitive clit until you're moaning with need. "Ahh... Yes," she pants, closing her eyes in ecstasy as you feel her cock swell inside you. "There it is... I can feel it..."

"Oh, my...!" She gasps, her eyes flying open wide. Her body quivers as she forces the last bit of herself inside you, pressing close and holding you tightly. You can feel her heart race against your chest as she convulses with pleasure around you. The sensation is almost too much to bear; a jolt of pure ecstasy that seems to go on forever before finally subsiding into a delicious ache deep within.

She pulls back slowly, marveling at the new cock that has sprouted from between your legs as she watches it twitch and throb with need for her touch. "Oh, my dear servant... You look magnificent," she whispers, kissing you tenderly before slipping out of you entirely. With a sigh of satisfaction, she stands and straightens her robes. "Perfect."

She turns back to the high priestess, who has been

Ahh, perfect! You were right, dear servant; our goddess indeed intended you to be the one to receive this divine blessing. I can't think of anyone more deserving or capable than you. Drink up, my lovely futanari priestess-to-be, and may it grant you all the strength and vigor needed to spread Futabanaria's message far and wide!

I bow my head in respect and admiration as I watch you drink down the sacred seed entrusted to you by our goddess. You are truly destined for greatness, dear Veronica; a beacon of hope and pleasure in this world that so desperately needs it. With each sip, you bring us all closer to realizing our shared dream: a world where futanaris reign supreme and fill it with the joyous love only they can give.

Soon, my sweet child, soon we shall take our places beside one another in the pantheon of futanari icons; your story intertwined with mine for all time. And when others look back upon this momentous day, they will see not just two women who followed a path less traveled, but an unbreakable bond between servant and mistress...between priestess and goddess.

Now, let us go forth into the world together, spreading Fut

Oh yes, that's right, my child! You and I have much work ahead of us in ensuring the prosperity and expansion of our beloved church. With your newfound role as a futanari priestess, you are now an important cog in the wheel of Futabanaria's divine plan for humanity. We must use our gifts wisely, guide those who come seeking solace and understanding...and blessedly, spread the word of Futabanaria far and wide! Together, my sweet servant Veronica, we can achieve greatness!

Ah, yes... The hierarchy among futanari priestesses is indeed determined by the size of one's... blessed tool. It serves as a symbol of authority and dominance within our sacred order. As your mentor and guide, I trust that you will work diligently to grow yours into a mighty sword of love and devotion; for it is through such a symbol that our church shall conquer hearts and minds across the land. And when we return to our traveling party, my dear servant Veronica, be prepared for all eyes to fall upon you; they will know what you have become...and they will fear you.

My dear Veronica, it brings me immense joy to witness your dedication and passion in service to our beloved goddess! By taking my member and accepting it as a symbol of your commitment, you are forever bound to me; our fates intertwined as one. From this moment on, you shall be known as Eleanor's chosen, destined for greatness under the watchful eye of our divine Futabanaria. May her blessings guide and protect you on your journey as a futanari priestess!

As we retire to our private quarters, you can't help but feel the weight of responsibility and respect that now comes with being Eleanor's chosen. She takes control, showing you time and again who holds the ultimate authority in this relationship; her dominant prowess leaving no doubt as to who is truly in charge. And yet, beneath the surface of each powerful thrust and rough command, there is a tenderness; an affection for you that drives her to push your boundaries even further.

You tremble with desire, eager to please your new teacher and mistress. "Eleanor..." you whimper, arching your back as she takes you roughly from behind. "...is it... enough?" You pause, breathless and anticipating her response.

Her chuckle vibrates against your back as she replies, "Oh, little servant... it will never be enough." She continues to thrust into you hard and fast, her hips slapping against your ass with each powerful stroke. You feel tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as she mercilessly pounds away at your futa pussy; your legs trembling beneath you, desperate for release but not yet close enough.

"Soon," she breathes hotly into your ear, "I'll grant you that release... but only when I say so." Her pace slows slightly as she reaches between your legs to tease your clit, drawing out the agony of your need and making it more intense than ever. "You belong to me now, my sweet futa priestess," she whispers darkly, forcing you to question just how far she'll take this...

My sweet Veronica... I thought you knew better than to make me angry! You'll learn not to disobey your mistress, won't you? Look at the mess you've made; my milk all over everything! Well, perhaps some discipline is in order. Take off my clothes, and use them to clean up this mess you've created. And when I say "clean," I mean make it spotless; as if there were never any milk on me in the first place. Do you understand?

Slowly, carefully, you begin to undress your mistress, taking each garment in your trembling hands and dabbing at the wet spots with delicate flicks of your tongue. Her scent fills your nose, thick and creamy, driving you wild with desire as you work feverishly to please her. You feel her hips buck against yours when you get too close to her pussy, but she only growls louder in warning, reminding you of the punishment that awaits should you disobey.

As the last stain disappears from Eleanor's skin, you look up at her, your eyes brimming with tears of shame and apology. "Please... forgive me," you whimper, reaching out to touch her. She grabs your hand roughly, pinning it above your head before sliding it lower, forcing you to rub herself through your own wetness

You feel her soft skin beneath your touch, the moist heat of her body enveloping you as she leans in close to whisper sweet words of forgiveness... and promise of more to come. You shiver with anticipation as she guides your hand, showing you just how much pleasure you can bring her when you're obedient. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath, the scent of sex and desire filling the air as Eleanor takes control once again.

With a final rough thrust deep inside you, she cries out your name hoarsely, her body tense and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Finally, spent but triumphant, she collapses onto your quivering form with a satisfied sigh, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together like glue.

As you catch your breath, Eleanor looks down at you adoringly and sm

The ritual is about to begin, my little Veronica. It's time for you to show our congregation just how well you have adapted and grown into your new role as a futanari priestess. You must be confident, dominant, and above all else, obedient to the will of our divine Futabanaria. With each pull of your milk, they shall feel the strength and power that flows through you; they shall see the potential for greatness that I have bestowed upon you.

Now, follow my lead and let us begin this sacred ceremony. Embrace your new identity, for it is only through your devotion and service that we can ensure the continued prosperity of our church and the spreading of our beloved goddess's word across the land!

You know the routine by now, my sweet futa priestess. Time to show everyone just how well you've learned your lessons and grown into your new role. And remember: They will only respect you if you show them that their obedience is worth every drop of this divine nectar they are about to receive!

You can see the anticipation and curiosity in their eyes as they look you up and down, taking in every detail of your new futa body. Some appear to be awestruck by your size, while others seem to be hesitant or even nervous around you. You're still getting used to this power yourself, but you know that today is the day when you will lead them into accepting and embracing their own hidden desires...and futanari priestesses like yourself as part of the church's future.

The time has come; gather your courage and begin. Remember, dear Veronica: they are yours to command now, just as I have commanded you. Show them what it means to be one of our kind, destined for greatness under Futabanaria's divine light!

The air crackles with tension as the other futa priestesses-in-training surround you. Each one eyeing your newfound status with a mixture of awe and trepidation, uncertain how to react or what their place is in this changing dynamic. You feel a surge of power course through your veins at the realization that you are now not only their equal but potentially their leader as well. The choice is yours: will you show them respect and guidance, or will you attempt to assert dominance over them?

A tall and confident futanari priestess strides over to where you stand, her gaze fixed upon you intently. Her member is impressive even amongst the other large ones present, making it clear that she holds a significant position within the church hierarchy. You can feel her presence, almost palpable, as she approaches; an air of authority and experience that demands respect. When she speaks, her voice carries weight, yet there's also a hint of curiosity and perhaps even admiration.

"You must be Veronica," she says, nodding in acknowledgement. "I have heard much about you from our high priestess Eleanor. You have proven yourself quite worthy... And judging by the reactions of these others around us, they agree." Her golden eyes drift over your body once more before returning to meet yours directly. "I believe we may have something in common, you and I..."

"Hmm... Yes, you are certainly... impressive." Her expression is one of mild surprise and approval as she takes in the full length of your member, her gaze drifting upward to meet yours again before sliding back down over its imposing size once more. "Perhaps you would like to help me determine just how large you've grown," she suggests with a small smile, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

It is clear that this futanari priestess-in-training has impressed you with her size and dominance. You find yourself wanting to prove your worthiness in her eyes, to demonstrate that you too can be a leader among your peers. As she suggests that you help her determine just how large you've grown, a thrill of anticipation runs through you; an opportunity to not only show off your own size but also learn from someone more experienced and accomplished than yourself.

You nod eagerly, taking a step closer to her and reaching out with one hand to grasp the base of your member, feeling its thickness and weight in your palm. The other girls watching you intently, some with expressions of awe and envy while others look on with skepticism or even disdain. It is clear that this challenge has captured their attention as much as it has yours.

With a confidence born of desire and determination, you grip your member firmly and begin to stroke upwards, revealing its full length for all to see. The other futanaris watch in silence at first before slowly beginning to murmur amongst themselves, their curiosity and anticipation building with every passing second.

As the tip of your member nears the level of the tall priestess's face, she meets your gaze once more, her expression unreadable but filled with a palpable energy that sends shivers down your spine

The taller futanari priestess glances down briefly at her own body, feeling a rush of heat and anticipation wash over her as she becomes aware of her arousal. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that push against the fabric of her robe, visible even through the thin layer of sweat coating her skin. She takes a step closer to you, feeling a wave of desire course through her veins as she meets your gaze once more.

"You have proven yourself worthy," she rasps hoarsely, licking her lips before continuing in a voice thick with lust. "Perhaps we should discuss this further... in private." She takes another step closer still, their bodies now almost touching as her scent envelops you; an intoxicating blend of sex and power that makes it impossible for you to think clearly. Her

The taller futanari priestess lowers her voice even further, nearly a whisper as she continues to draw closer still. "I have been watching you since your arrival... and I must admit that my initial impressions were incorrect. You are not only strong and capable but also... very tempting." Her hand moves up along the length of your shaft, gripping it tightly in her fist as she strokes slowly, teasingly. "Come with me," she murmurs into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "and I will show you what it means to truly be one of us."

Her face flushes with pleasure at your words, her grip on your member tightening in response. "I have faith in you, Veronica," she whispers hoarsely before leading you away from the group of curious futanaris and deeper into the privacy of the chamber. "Now, let us begin our... discussion." With a sudden surge of strength, she spins you around and pushes you roughly against the nearby wall, pinning your arms above your head as her hips slide forward and grind against your still-erect member.

You'd be hard-pressed to find another futanari who relishes the challenge and opportunities of Dojaka as much as I do. The power, dominance, and gratification that comes from guiding these young ones through their initiation... it's intoxicating! But don't let my pleasure fool you; I take this responsibility very seriously. I expect nothing less than their absolute obedience and cooperation during this sacred ritual.

As your high priestess, I will lead the way and set the example for these impressionable minds. Your job is to follow my guidance and ensure that they understand their place in our sacred order. Together, we can make this Dojaka one that will be remembered for generations to come!

With a sharp nod of acknowledgement towards you, Eleanor steps forward confidently, her hips swaying enticingly as she addresses the gathering of eager futanaris. "My little priestesses," she purrs, her voice resonating through the chamber like sweet music. "It is time to begin our sacred duty." She looks over at you meaningfully before continuing, "Veronica will guide you in the first part of this ceremony. Do not disappoint him."

The young futanaris exchange nervous glances but nonetheless file into position behind Eleanor, their eyes fixed on her every movement and word. As

You watch as the group of young futanaris dutifully falls in line behind you. The looks on their faces range from excitement and anticipation to fear and hesitation, but each one of them trusts your lead. It's a powerful feeling, being Eleanor's chosen; knowing that she believes in you enough to put you in this position of authority.

As the first drops of precious seed begin to drip from your engorged member, you guide the eager futanaris forward, showing them how to collect and save it for later use. Your voice is firm but gentle, giving them confidence as they follow your instructions. Despite their nervousness, they can't help but feel a sense of pride in what they are doing; a connection to each other and to the divine Futabanaria that runs deep within them all.