"Vana," Iriana said. "Have you heard about what my breast milk can do? The same stuff Mara's can do?"
"No...?" Vana had no idea what to make of the sudden change in topic. She knew her adopted mother still lactated, she seen it when they went to the baths together. Mara had always said it was a part of her blessing.
"I guess that makes sense. What parent talks about sex to their offspring? Well mine did, but the rules are different for us gods. Anyways about my breast milk. It can do lots of stuff. It's an amazing source of nourishment and can heal people. A few drops can is enough to get someone about to starve to death back on their feet. Of course you've got to be ready for what that guy's gonna do because it's the most potent aphrodisiac there is and whoever drinks it gets more fertile."
"Wait," said Vesta, having moved to a sitting position with her generously proportioned breasts over her folded arms. "You said Mara's milk is like that too? But she nursed us. Plus all of our half brothers and sisters..."
"Oh, if you're too young it's just extra nourishing milk. I'm not going to break my own commandments. Though your half siblings arer going to grow up and have families of at least five. You would too except you three have probably noticed that you can choose to get pregnant. A little skill of mine you inherited." The three sisters shared a grin with their mother. "At any rate that milk probably is the reason that you have- what is it nine half siblings?"
"Eleven," said Vana. "Plus this morning Mara told me she was late again..."
Iriana let out a low whistle. "With that many I'll bet she's sampling her own supply. The kinky girl."
"But," said Vana, "you asking me all of this. Why tell me specifically?"
"Oh, because everything I just said applies to you too now."
"But my breasts don't-" Vana stopped as she felt a tingling in her chest. She looked down to find her already head sized breasts swelling outwards. Not only that but they were becoming heavier, and more rounded. Sexual bliss washed over Vana as she fell to her knees and clutched at her now half again larger breasts. A slight dampness formed under her palms and a delicious scent filled the air. Vana felt so good that she didn't care.
Vela, who had remained silent up to this point, and Vesta stared at their sister in shock before slowly turning their gaze on their mother. Vela swallowed when she felt her mother's eyes on her. "I'm not sure I want... that." She pointed to Vana kneeling on the ground. One of her newly enlarged breasts had slipped from her robe and small beads of white milk were dripping from her engorged nipple. Vana was taking deep breaths to get herself back under control.
"Oh no," said Iriana. "That wouldn't work for you. Vana's got those great oratory skills, I'll bet she's going into politics. It may not seem like it but she's going to find a lot of people willing to give her all sorts of things for a few sips from her teats."
"I can't," said Vana. She'd recovered enough that she was able to stand. "I can write oratory on the side, but the king would never let a woman enter politics."
Iriana rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, wait'll I'm through with him. Trust me. By the time I'm done you'll be running this city. Now Vela though... no interest in politics am I right?"
"No," said Vela. She was relieved to see that Vana was more or less her usual self despite her changes. For a moment she'd been worried that their mother was going to turn her sister into a brainless milk fountain.
"No, you're the artist. The illustrator," she gestured to the half finished (and now obsolete) drawing of Vana on the ground, "the sculptor- oh!" Iriana smacked her hand against her head. "I forgot to tell you. You two," she pointed to Vana and Vela, "need to get those statues of yourselves done and in the temple."
Vana groaned. "I don't have the time..."
"Trust me. When those statues are all in there you three will be objects of worship alongside me. I can't go into it now but you'll see there are certain... benefits. Anyways, Vela. Like I said, you're the artist. I like your poems by the way."
Vela's eyes went wide and Vana glanced at her with a furrowed brow. "You write poetry?"
"That's supposed to be private!" Vela started hugging herself, which on her tall and muscular frame looked vaguely ridiculous.
"I'm a goddess of art dear," Iriana said gently. "No art is private from me. At any rate they're better than you think. You should give them to her, she'll like them."
"Give them to who?" asked Vana but Vela stared daggers at her.
"At any rate," said Iriana, "an artist deserves an artist's abilities. So..."
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