The Carriage was quickly moving through the capital city, and the streets were busy with people doing their daily routine as they whizzed by.

  "So, is someone going to tell me what the heck is going on?" Mel asked, looking between Isadora, Qiona, and Elizabeth.

  "Mel... The Risphina Decree has been issued, and the Temple of Life is gathering every woman who gets pregnant inside the holy commissary, isoted from the world," Elizabeth informed, and Mel's face paled.

  "W-Wait! Wh-Why?! I may have been injected with sacred white water, but I'm not even pregnant," Mel excimed.

  "I wish that were true, Mel. But Isadora is giving off an aura that is somehow making the blessings take root. And it's only a matter of time before you will follow in your friends' footsteps," Sister Qiona said, and Mel was stunned.

  "Huh? You're joking, right? There's no way that I'm going—Wait!? What do you mean by, friends?"

  Isadora blushed and looked at her friend, "I-It's complicated, Mel. But the long and short of it is that Tessa and Bethany are looking like me."

  Mel was stunned, "Th-They're pregnant?!"

  "Well, Tessa really is showing, and Bethany was getting crazy cravings and inhaled a dozen sandwiches. So, it's a good bet that both of them are," Isadora said.

  Mel took a moment to imagine a pregnant Tessa bickering with a pregnant Bethany, and the image of that made her ugh.

  "What's so funny?" Isadora asked.

  "N-Nothing," Mel answered, and giggled. "Anyway, it's nice to be living with you, Isadora. I really didn't want to find a new Adventurers Party to serve while you push out a child."

  "Hey!? T-There is still a—"

  "Isadora! Stop acting like you were injected with Risphina's Sacred Fertility Water. It's not going to happen," Elizabeth said, and Isadora was taken aback.

  "Bu—"

  "But nothing, my daughter. You've done great service to the Queen and the country, and you literally are making women around you pregnant with your aura. So start accepting the fact that you will be having a child."

  "H-Hold on a second! That seems like a stretch that Isadora is making women become pregnant," Mel interjected.

  "Oh? You are one of those women, Sister Mel. Tell me, did you feel like something was different when getting injected with Risphina's White water?" Elizabeth asked, and Mel blushed.

  "Um... Well... Yeah. I felt like my body was on fire, and it was making me lightheaded, and it was pleasurable."

  "Do you feel nauseous or any cramps?" Qiona asked.

  Mel realized that she was fine, with the only exception being that she was hungry, "Um, no. I actually feel fine. Just a bit hungry."

  "See! Usually, the women feel sick right after getting the White Waters, but since you were near Isadora, your body is reacting to her aura, and your blessing has taken root," Qiona said.

  Mel was surprised by the priestess's confidence. She wanted to argue that she was overthinking things. Still, her hunger was distracting her, especially when they drove past the food market, where many street vendors and restaurants had savory aromas wafting through the air.

  "Ugh! I-I think you are over—Ngh!" Mel groaned as a sharp wave of hunger cramps twisted in her stomach, punctuated by a loud, embarrassing growl that echoed through the cramped vehicle. "C-Can we please stop for some food?"

  Elizabeth and Qiona exchanged a quick look before both responding firmly, "No!"

  "Why not!?" Mel protested, her voice edged with frustration.

  "Just look out the window," Qiona replied with a stern tone, urging Mel to turn her gaze outward. Reluctantly, Mel shifted her eyes to the scene unfolding outside, and her jaw dropped in shock.

  Before her was a sea of women, their faces alight with passion and anger as they held up signs embzoned with the words 'The Risphina's Decree Has Failed Us!' The air was thick with their voices, a cacophony of shouts and chants drowning out the usual city sounds. They were protesting the church, their bodies moving like a wave, rising and falling in unison as emotions surged among the crowd.

  Several women in vibrant Red Robes, seemingly affiliated with the church, pushed back against the throng, their expressions grim and determined as they attempted to maintain control of the situation. The tension was palpable, with the cmor escating as a few protesters hurled rocks at the Womb Wardens, who had arrived to quell the disturbances and began making arrests.

  "Oh, right. They did mention that there was a protest happening," Isadora observed, her voice ced with a mix of concern and curiosity. Mel’s stomach growled again, a stark reminder of her hunger amidst the chaos outside, but her attention was too captivated by the unfolding drama to give in to her cravings just yet. The atmosphere was electric, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn into the story being pyed out before her eyes.

  "What's going on?" Mel asked as more rocks and bottles were thrown and the guards were responding violently.

  "Apparently, the sacred white water is not working, and many women are having a lot of miscarriages. And it's causing the popuce to turn against the church. Many are saying that the Goddess is failing them," Elizabeth informed, "Things are going to get worse before they get better. We need to get back to my manor. Only then can you eat."

  Mel's attention was on the protesting and fighting. She couldn't believe how bad things were getting in the city.

  'Haah... I just need to hold out until we get home,' Mel thought, and her stomach growled again.

  "H-Hey! Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault that I'm hungry," Mel said and crossed her arms under her small bust.

  "Someone is moody," Isadora teased, and Mel huffed.

  "You're not helping your friend, Isadora," Elizabeth said, and Isadora blushed and looked out the window.

  Mel pouted and looked outside the window. She could see the castle in the distance, and it was massive and tall, and she couldn't help but look up at it while they made their way back to the manor.

  ***

  "We're here, Baroness," Patricia called out from the other side of the carriage, and the vehicle came to a stop.

  "Finally, I was thinking we were never going to get here," Mel said, and was the first one to step outside the carriage.

  "Easy, Mel. You're acting like you've been imprisoned for years," Isadora joked, and Mel gred at her.

  Her body needed nutrients, and the only thing she'd eaten was a sandwich from earlier in the day, and now her body was demanding a more proper meal.

  "Whatever... Let's just get inside," Mel said, and she walked to the door while everyone followed behind her. 'It's weird that I'm going to be staying here for some time... And why the hell am I starving? It hasn't been that long since I ate,' Mel wondered and walked through the door.

  "Ah! Good to see you again, Miss Mel," Anna said, and bowed as the group walked inside.

  "Hey, Anna," Mel replied, and she was met by the aroma of fresh bread, and her mouth started watering.

  "We made sure to prepare dinner for her Ladyship and guests. We also made some chicken soup, if you are still hungry," Anna informed, as Elizabeth, Isadora, and the two Priestesses went into the dining room.

  "Please, and thank you, Anna. I'll eat anything you've got, just as long as it's filling," Mel replied and walked to the dining room and took a seat.

  Anna nodded and went into the kitchen to grab some food for the guest.

  "Here, drink this," Qiona handed Mel a cup of herbal tea.

  "What is it?"

  "It's a special mix that helps soothe the soul. It's a secret recipe only known to the temple. Please, take a sip," Qiona said, and handed Mel a small porcein cup.

  "I'm not much of a tea drinker, but okay," Mel accepted the cup and drank it all in one go.

  Mel couldn't stop herself and finished the cup and handed the empty cup back to the Priestess.

  "Hmm? I feel a bit calmer. Thank you," Mel said, and the priestess smiled.

  "You're welcome," Qiona replied.

  Anna walked back into the dining room with Tessa by her side, and the two had a rge bowl of steaming hot chicken soup and a pte of buttered bread rolls. Tessa was nervous when she saw her other friend in the mansion.

  'P-Please don't make fun of me,' Tessa pleaded internally, as she pced the bowl of soup and pte of bread rolls in front of Mel.

  "Thank you," Mel said, took a deep whiff, and sighed contentedly. She didn't even realize that the maid was Tessa.

  "You're welcome, Mel," Tessa replied in a quiet tone, and she went back to the kitchen to hide. 'Did Mel notice?' Tessa thought, and was happy when Mel didn't say anything before she made it to the kitchen.

  Mel sat at the rustic wooden table, her eyes gleaming as they nded on the steaming bowl of soup before her. The rich aroma wafting from the bowl was intoxicating, filled with savory herbs and the scent of freshly cooked vegetables. She picked up the silver spoon, its surface glinting softly in the warm candlelight, and without hesitation, she scooped up a generous portion of the soup.

  As she brought the spoon to her lips, the first taste sent a wave of comfort through her—each spoonful was a harmonious blend of fvors that danced on her pate. She savored the moment, allowing the warmth to spread through her before reaching for the crusty roll that sat beside her bowl. Taking a hearty bite, the fluffy interior mingled perfectly with the crispy exterior, and she couldn’t help but moan in sheer delight, closing her eyes as the deliciousness washed over her.

  'It's so good,' Mel thought, her heart swelling with contentment as she took another spoonful of the soup, feeling a smile tug at her lips. She chewed the roll slowly, relishing every mouthful as she gnced around the table. Everyone else seemed momentarily spellbound, their gazes fixed on her as she enjoyed her meal with joyous abandon, reminiscent of how Bethany used to savor her food. The atmosphere was charged with a blend of curiosity and envy, but all Mel could focus on was the delightful feast in front of her.

  "I can't believe she's the same cleric who is always lecturing us on our table manners," Isadora muttered while watching her friend throw away all the decorum she always lectured about and devour her meal like a rabid animal.

  "Manners are for those who aren't dying from starvation," Mel countered as she slurped her soup, and the sound was like a wet kiss, but it was enough to break the silence.

  Yvette entered the dining room and saw her granddaughter and Mel, who was scarfing down her food.

  "Ah, good evening, Lady Yvette," Anna greeted the elderly woman and bowed.

  "Evening, Anna. I take it that Isadora brought home another woman in need of shelter from the temple's zealots?"

  "Grandma!"

  "Leave her be, mother. The Womb Wardens got to Miss Mel before we could stop them. The sacred waters have already taken root," Elizabeth informed, causing Mel to choke.

  "I-I am just hungry," Mel whined, her voice barely masking her desperation as she struggled to swallow the bread that felt lodged in her throat. She hastily downed some water, hoping to ease the discomfort.

  "Of course, dear. Eat up. There is plenty more if you're still hungry," Yvette replied, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she settled into her chair across from Mel. The cleric's appetite was arming, a stark contrast to the dainty way she usually ate. She tore into the bread with reckless abandon, as though it were a lifeline.

  Mel had never fully appreciated the simple pleasure of a meal until now. The warm bread and nourishing stew were like a balm to her empty stomach, but it seemed that no sooner had she satisfied one craving than another sprang up to take its pce. The food felt like it vanished almost as quickly as she consumed it, a fleeting relief that left her yearning for more. Her body was in a frenzy, breaking down the substances and transforming them into energy at an astonishing rate—almost as if it were aware of the new life beginning to form within her.

  'What is happening to me?' Mel thought, bewilderment mixing with rising anxiety. This was no ordinary hunger; it gnawed at her insides, unrelenting. Even as her body began to change, she could sense an unfamiliar vitality surging through her.

  She gnced down, noticing her once-narrow hips slowly expanding, a gentle curve developing in her silhouette that she had never known before. Her thighs felt fuller, and she could feel the warmth of her skin accommodating the new shape. Her rear was rounding out, and her breasts filled her bra with unexpected heft, reshaping her figure from an hourgss to a more pronounced pear. With every bite she took, her body was transforming, the waistline broadening, her childbearing hips becoming more pronounced. It was a strange blend of vulnerability and strength, each physical change a reminder of the miracle stirring within her.

  “M-Mel! You really need to slow down, or you’re going to choke,” Isadora cautioned, watching her friend stuff her mouth with mouthwatering morsels. As Mel eagerly gobbled down her meal, Isadora couldn’t help but notice the subtle transformations happening to her friend’s body. The soft curves of her small B-cup breasts seemed to fill out slightly, while her hips and thighs showed signs of rounding out, creating an enticing silhouette beneath the flowing fabric of her robes.

  “I-I would slow down if the soup wasn’t so good,” Mel replied, her voice somewhat muffled as she continued to savor each fvorful bite. “Is this really the first time I’ve ever eaten something this delicious? I can’t even remember the st meal that tasted this amazing!” She barely paused for breath, her enthusiasm shining through.

  The way Mel’s robes draped around her was both fttering and forgiving, the loose material accommodating her growing figure. It allowed her to indulge without the discomfort of tight clothing, which was a small blessing in disguise.

  “Could I have some more, please? I can’t help myself!” Mel’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked up, practically pleading for another helping. Anna, the server, smiled warmly at her.

  “Certainly! Just a moment,” Anna replied before gracefully bowing and heading off toward the kitchen to retrieve more food for the eager guest.

  "Well, someone must be getting pregnant,"

  Isadora teased, a pyful grin stretching across her face.

  Mel nearly choked on her food, managing to splutter out, “Please don’t tease me like Tessa!” She chuckled, though her cheeks flushed slightly at the implication, before diving back into her meal with unabashed enthusiasm.

  "I wasn't teasing," Isadora replied, and Mel gred at her.

  "Sure. Like anyone can get pregnant just by being around someone who is," Mel scoffed, and rolled her eyes.

  Her bosoms were swelling, and the material of her dress was becoming tight around her chest, and the top of her bra was pushing against the fabric.

  "Oh, really. How about you take a look at Tessa, and tell me what you think," Isadora suggested and pointed to the kitchen.

  "Fine," Mel huffed, and she looked at the entrance to the kitchen, and her eyes widened.

  Tessa was cleaning up a counter, and she was wearing a frilly maid's dress, and the skirt was a bit shorter than the rest of the maids.

  'Wh-When did she get a job as a maid? Wait! When did she grow boobs and an ass?!' Mel questioned as Tessa's figure was completely different.

  "Huh?... Gah! I—Um?... I got to go to the bathroom!" Tessa panicked when she saw Mel and rushed off.

  Mel wanted to go after Tessa and ask her what was going on, but then Anna came back and set down a pte of pork, green beans, and a bowl of mashed potatoes.

  "Pulled pork?" Mel mused aloud, her curiosity piqued as she watched the tender meat being sliced, its surface glistening with a rich barbecue gze that invited her to take a bite.

  “Thank you,” she said appreciatively as Anna, the cook, offered her the pte with a slight bow before retreating back to the kitchen.

  As Mel took her first bite, she savored the smoky fvors that danced on her pate. However, as she continued to eat, she began to notice subtle changes occurring within her body. Her skin felt softer, more supple, as if it were being rejuvenated with each mouthful. The sharp angles of her face began to soften, giving her features a more rounded, inviting appearance. She could feel her lips swelling slightly, becoming fuller and more inviting.

  Meanwhile, her short blonde hair, once cropped close to her scalp, started to lengthen, the shades lightening to a sun-kissed golden hue. Mel gnced down at her hands, noticing that her nails were lengthening and taking on a healthy pinkish tint that contrasted beautifully with her skin.

  'It’s not enough! I need MORE!' Mel's thoughts raced as a surge of hunger coursed through her, accompanied by an insatiable longing that grew more intense with every bite. The initial pangs of hunger were waning, repced by a warm, comforting sensation as her body began to swell gently, the weight settling in pces she had never noticed before.

  Completely immersed in her meal, she remained unaware of the significant transformation taking pce within her. All her focus fixated on the delicious food before her, she was oblivious to the crucial process happening inside—her egg was preparing to find a cozy spot within her uterus in the next twelve hours.

  'This is so good!' Mel thought, and the sound of the food was echoing in the room.

  Everyone at the table was watching as the young cleric was eating her mea,l and they couldn't help but notice her changes.

  "Um... Is it me or does Mel seem a little... different?" Isadora commented, and Yvette chuckled.

  "It looks like Miss Mel is enjoying her meal, and she's growing out her hair," Yvette replied, smiling.

  Mel finished her second pte, leaned back into her seat, rubbed her stomach, and sighed contentedly.

  "Ah... That was really good, and I feel so full," Mel said and yawned. Her bosoms were pushing against the front of her robe, and they were spilling over the top of her bra.

  "You're not finished, my dear," Yvette said, and Anna was there with a pte of brownies and vanil ice cream.

  "I—Uh... No thanks. I'm full," Mel replied, and her stomach growled as it sensed the delectable treats.

  "You might want to reconsider, my dear. You've got a long night ahead of you, and your baby is going to need nourishment," Yvette suggested.

  Mel straightened up her posture and tried to control her urges. "Ha ha... I was famished before, and you all want to poke fun at—"

  *Groan!*

  Mel felt her stomach cramp, and the hunger pangs were breaking her will. "I—Oh goddesses... How am I still hungry?" Mel moaned, and the sweet smell of the brownies was calling to her.

  "Don't worry. We have a lot more food for you. Anna, can you bring some more desserts?" Yvette said and smiled as Mel grabbed a brownie and a scoop of vanil ice cream and began eating.

  'Oh, goddesses! This is the best brownie I've ever eaten! And I'm not even a fan of sweets!' Mel thought and ate another brownie and another. Before Mel knew it, her body grew a yer of fat on her frame, and her hips and butt were bigger, her breasts were a bit rger, and her thighs were thicker. Her face lost its sharp features, and her hair was past her shoulders.

  "Oh! I love the dessert. It's so sweet and filling," Mel said, and her belly was pushing against her robe, and the material was barely keeping her breasts in pce.

  "Anna, can you fetch her some new clothes. It seems like Miss Mel had a growth spurt," Elizabeth suggested.

  "Of course, Baroness," Anna replied and went off to find something for Mel.

  "What are you talking about, Baroness?" Mel asked and leaned forward, and the material of her robes was straining against her voluptuous, plump body.

  "Don't worry, Mel... We sort of went through the same thing when we were first injected with the white water," Isadora said, and she was looking at her friend's body.

  "What are you looking at, Isadora?"

  "Um... Nothing, but I've never seen you look so—so healthy," Isadora replied, and Mel pouted.

  "What are you implying? I am perfectly healthy!" Mel was getting moodier as her hormones were changing.

  "She's just saying that you're glowing," Elizabeth commented, and Mel blushed.

  "Th-Thanks," Mel stammered and looked down to be greeted by her growing bust.

  'How did my breasts get so big! Why didn't they stop me from eating so much! A-And why do I want to touch myself? I feel so weird...'

  "Oh, Anna. You've got good timing," Elizabeth said, and her maid walked over with a new robe.

  "I'm sorry if the fit is a bit tight," Anna apologized, and handed the cleric a white robe with gold trim.

  Mel took the new robe and got out of her seat, and her body jiggled a bit, and she covered her chest that popped out of her bra. The buttons on her dress were barely keeping her rge bust in check, and the fabric was struggling to cover her breasts.

  'Ugh! Is this what Isadora has been dealing with?' Mel wondered, and she went behind the wall.

  Mel stripped out of her robe, tossed the dress on the floor, and stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself.

  "Who is that woman?"

  "Is everything alright, Mel?"

  "Just give me a moment!"

  'How can the sacred waters cause me to change this much... And my body. It's so different,' Mel thought, and cupped her breasts and squeezed her soft, pillowy bosoms.

  Her body was covered in a yer of fat that was a mix of a healthy fat and a womanly fat. The curves were soft and round.

  Mel put her hands on her hips and turned to her side, and the sight of her voluptuous figure made her gasp. She had a thick ass and her rge hips were wide, and her waist was a bit thicker, and her bust was spilling out of her hands.

  Even her face was different, and her lips were full, and her long, silky hair was flowing down her back. Her once sharp, angur face was softer, and her cheekbones were a bit rounder.

  'Ooh! These are so big,' Mel moaned and pinched her puffy nipples and shivered.

  "Mel? Are you done?" Isadora called out, and Mel jumped.

  "I—Uh. Yeah," Mel answered, put on the new robe, looked at herself, and fixed the robe so it would cover her breasts.

  The new white robe was a bit snug on her frame, and it was hugging her curves. Her belly was round and firm, and her legs and arms had some meat on them. She looked like a different woman, and her hair was down and flowing past her shoulders.

  'Gods... My tits are huge. How could Isadora handle such weight on her chest?'

  "Miss Mel?" Anna asked, and Mel turned.

  "I—Um..."

  "Do you need some help putting your hair up?"

  "Yes, please," Mel said, and the maid got behind her and fixed her hair.

  Anna combed the cleric's long, silky hair and tied it into a loose ponytail.

  "There. You look very nice," Anna said, and Mel blushed.

  "Thank you, Anna," Mel replied, and Anna collected her old dress and left.

  "Come, join us," Yvette said and gestured for the cleric to take a seat.

  Anna walked back into the kitchen and pced the pile of clothes on the table, and Tessa looked at her friend with a smug look.

  "I—Um. What are you staring at?"

  "I'm just gd that the team is together again," Tessa answered and smiled.

  "Team?"

  "Yes. Team Big Tits," Tessa replied, smiled, and giggled.

  "Tessa! This isn't funny! If I'm pregnant, then we can't go—"

  "We're all pregnant!" Tessa snapped, and Mel jumped. "Of course, we aren't going out on a quest, but I can't believe we're going to have a baby together. It's like fate... I'm just gd that you can no longer make fun of me."

  "You've always been a jokester, but how can you not be worried?" Mel asked, and her friend smiled.

  "I don't know... But I do feel really happy. You should try it," Tessa said and giggled.

  "Tessa! Come back and help us. We have to clean the dishes," Katrina called, and Tessa rushed off to help the other maids.

  'I've never seen Tessa this happy before,' Mel thought and took her seat where Isadora, Elizabeth, and Yvette were waiting.

  "Feeling better?" Isadora asked.

  "A little," Mel replied and crossed her arms under her chest, and her bosoms were pressed together, and she looked down, and her breasts were spilling out of her hands.

  "Here, let me get you a cup of tea," Elizabeth offered, and her maid came back and poured a cup for Mel, and the cleric took a sip and closed her eyes and savored the fvor.

  "So, let's get down to your responsibilities. If you are a part of my staff, then the church can't take you away," Elizabeth informed.

  "Oh! Thank you, Baroness. I promise that I will work hard. But I'm not good at cleaning things," Mel replied.

  "You don't have to worry about cleaning things. Adding Tessa and Bethany will cover the maid's side of things. But you will be Isadora's and the other two girls' healer and midwife. We want healthy children for everyone. You'll get paid for every day, and a portion of your sary will be sent to the church, as it is the w. You'll have a room here in the manor, and meals will be on us," Elizabeth stated, and Mel took another sip of her tea.

  "Oh! Thank you. This is very kind, Baroness," Mel said.

  "You're welcome, and you can call me Lady Elizabeth. The servants have their own section of the house, and you will be given your own room, but there are a few rules that you need to follow," Elizabeth informed.

  "I—Uh. I'll do my best to follow your rules, Lady Elizabeth," Mel said, and the older woman nodded.

  "Good... Now you must be tired after everything you've been through, and a bath would do you good," Elizabeth stated.

  "Um... Yes. That does sound nice. But, where is Bethany? I'd like to see her," Mel asked, and her dy friends smiled.

  "She is passed out on her bed. The white waters take a toll on the body, and she needs rest," Isadora informed.

  "Then I will let her rest. Thank you for the tea, Lady Elizabeth, and the meal," Mel said, and the baroness gave her a slight nod.

  "Isadora. Can you show Mel to her room?" Elizabeth requested, and her daughter nodded.

  "Come with me," Isadora said, and the pair got up and left.

  Mel followed her friend, and they walked into the servants' quarters, passed a few doors, and stopped in front of one.

  "This will be your room, and Tessa's room is next to yours, and mine is on the other side of the hall. You can decorate the room however you wish. And we will get you some clothes and supplies tomorrow," Isadora stated and opened the door.

  "This is my room," Mel said, and looked inside, and there was a bed, desk, and dresser. It was bigger than her room back at the abbey.

  "Yes. I'll leave you be. Goodnight, Mel," Isadora replied and headed off to her room.

  "Goodnight, Isadora," Mel said, and she shut the door and went over to the dresser and pulled out some nightclothes.

  She dropped her new robe, and her body was exposed. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her body was covered in a yer of soft, supple fat. Her bust and butt were heavy, and her belly was round and firm. Her skin was glowing, and her hair was a light blonde and fell past her shoulders.

  'How is it that a potion can change a person this much?' Mel wondered, and her mind wandered. 'Maybe the goddesses of the pantheon are behind this.'

  "I can't think about this. I should take a bath," Mel said, and put on her night clothes, left her room, and went to the washroom.