Helen could no longer truly put a finger on what she had been before everything. She had been lesser -- that much was certain to her. Her eyes were stuck in their old mode, her body had been trapped in a routine that would have likely gone on for the rest of her life. And most importantly, her self -- the true self that she now had become -- was imprisoned so deep in her head that there was no way to experience it. Now, she was more.
She was slowly returning to consciousness, after a long dreamless sleep. This new self was still learning how to do all the Helen-things. She opened her eyes and smiled at that thought, that she was effectively a new soul, walking in a body manufactured specifically for it. She wasn't some cosmic incident anymore, not some accident of the universe tossed about into a physical form. No -- she was purpose made, both software and hardware designed specially for something. Yet, this body hadn't realized the full extent of that purpose, nor for that matter had she consciously lived through it. She didn't know what she should expect.
She looked around, and noticed that she was no longer in her old room, but a kind of replica of it. Her bed remained at the center, but everything was surrounded by lavish blankets and pillows across the dimly lit atrium she found herself in. There were dressers and tables set here and there, although her eyes hadn't come into a clear enough focus to be sure of what was on top of them. What was clear, though, is that she was not alone. Nestled among the blankets were dozens of others -- making her reexamine the bed she was set on. Next to her were the slumbering bodies of Sarah and Julie, both just as nude as she was, just as naked as the many around them. The array of skin tones, sizes, and hair colors astounded her, but the message from within her mind informed her of the truth:
"Handmaidens" they were all bound together, her, them, all of them. They may have different bodies, but they shared in that certain and indefatigable purpose -- they served. She was the first to awake, but soon others lifted their heads from the ground, some grabbing food from the countertops, others drifting over to examine her. Their eyes weren't like hers-- galaxy globes of sparkling lights. They still possessed human lenses. Their eyes bled out unadulterated desire -- a hunger for her. They had been waiting here, satiating themselves on what the goddess provided them: food, water, others.
But not one drop of that holiness which she and Sarah alone could produce. Alone no longer, perhaps, with Julie's inclusion. Helen felt a sharp pain from her center and gasped while she stretched an arm down to examine it. Her belly had become distended with the incoming young. How long had these women been waiting for them? The three, two ready to birth the young, the one who would be there to feed them all.
One stood by the bed in awe of Helen's physique, staring at her with nothing short of an urge to leap on and kiss. Helen smiled, but did nothing more. Sarah would know well what to do when she awoke. Helen took a long, deep breath, and realized the same perfume she'd found within her closet at the start of this was heavy in the air here. Gears in her head turned, and she wondered if this place was where they had kept her while the room waited for her return. However long that was.
There one staring at her had light brown skin, deep brown eyes, and long curly hair. She remained almost motionless at the precipice of the mattress. Another joined her, then another, then another, until Julie, Sarah, and Helen were surrounded by a thick crowd of bodies. Helen could feel the warmth radiating off of them, and gently poked on Sarah's boob to try and wake her up. Within a minute, Sarah's starry eyes blinked open, and she pulled herself up out of the covers. Her belly was just as swollen as Helen's, if not a little more.
She gestured for the women to return to their business, and in a second, the crowd collapsed back into the covers. The groans began, and Helen looked over the edge to see that this writhing mass was engaged in a massive orgy -- limbs tangled in incalculable patterns, tongues and fingers and lips working in dozens upon dozens of erogenous zones.
"They must be sated until we are ready." Sarah looked over to Julie and Helen, and addressed the latter, "You and I are full." The last "l" ended softly as Sarah licked her lips. "We will be birthing our young. Very, very soon."
There was no worry within Helen's mind, only the desire to witness her young emerging from her. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes!" She gasped as a cramp from her side nearly caused her to double forward.
"Careful, sweetheart. You must conserve yourself." She righted herself against the headboard, and Helen stroked the unconscious body of Julie between them.
"How long until she awakes?" Helen set a hand on Julie's plush chest and felt the woman's heartbeat between her fingers.
"Soon. Before we birth, she will see it -- one of the young will be hers to have."
"Hers to have?" Helen was perplexed by this.
Sarah nodded, "Yes. Hers. You and I will birth many young, and the deserving among these women will take them, then become more."
Helen understood a little, but knew that all would become clearer when she witnessed it before her. The movement in her belly aroused her -- not from the sensation itself, but rather the thought of what she was to become with their coming. She blurted out the word, "Broodcow." Sarah didn't respond to it, instead she seemed to be examining the mingling of bodies below them like some monarch examining their soldiers.
"Broodcow?" Helen again asked -- this time catching Sarah's attention, "is that the right word?"
"That's a word you can use." She looked back over the women again.
