Michelle's grand purpose (growth, vore, feeding, furry)

Story by AbaddonFanboy

As usual this will be a two parter. first part mostly set up, second part is where stuff happens

Michelle couldn’t believe she had come back. The wolf-dragon hybrid had done so much over the years to distance herself from her mum’s crazy apocalypse cult, and repair the damage it had done to her life. She had never become as a big a believer as her mum and finally left her home city of Valeport at age 18 to live with her aunt on the moon colony to get away from her, though, to be honest, she hadn’t been violent or controlling, nor did she cut off ties with her as most of the nutty religions that had sprung up since scientists had learnt that the universe had stopped expanding normally did to ‘subversive persons’. The cult weren’t even really sinister or even doleful at the supposed imminent end of all things, actually being joyful and celebrating it and stating the ‘rebirth’ was imminent. But their overindulgence in sexual practices and fetishizing of hermaphrodites, like herself, was pretty annoying and embarrassing for a growing teenager. Having your mum sleep around openly was cringe-inducing and, along with being a very chubby kid, had opened her up to a tremendous amount of bullying. So much she had developed an eating disorder, becoming anorexic in the belief she was overweight, no matter how skinny she got. It had nearly killed her before she got better.

Now, at 23 years of age, she was glad she had left, proud of the fact that she now had a svelte and lean figure, despite many calling it borderline skeletal, and able to afford her own place. She did miss her mum and kid brother though, and when the holomail came asking her to visit for the holidays, she found the panging to see them impossible to resist. She had hoped that maybe they had gotten a little less creepy as time had gone by, but on making landfall, to her dismay, the autotaxi they had sent for her had taken her to the cult’s main temple. The cathedral of the All-Mother was a massive structure in the leafy residential district a few miles from the family home. Unfortunately, rather than the austere façade of most faiths, its decorations were gaudy and explicitly sexual. She hoped her parents wouldn’t be doing anything sexual in there.

She paused for a moment at the glassy door, catching a look at her 5 foot 6 figure. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a yellow striped sweater that she prized immensely, being made of expensive nano-silk that changed to fit it’s wearer. Her purple fur and wolfish face reflected her father’s heritage, not that she knew who he was, so much that at first glance many assumed her to be pure wolf. But her tail, long and thick, like a dragon’s, though also heavily furred, put paid to that, as did her large be-taloned feet. Also, her cock was definitely canine in form, not that anyone had ever seen it. Her sex drive had always been very low and her experiences at the church had really put her off the idea of sex, leaving her a virgin even at this age. Her hair was done up in a pony tail, that gave her a rather prudish, prim aspect that she greatly valued. Sighing, with no excuses to delay any further, she entered the building.

Thankfully, the few parishioners there that day were all dressed and kneeling in prayer before the statue of the All-Mother on the altar. Made of an unknown material, it was a simply a faceless humanoid figure, 4 feet tall and jet black. It’s most distinguishing features were the large breasts, pregnant belly, large cock and balls, and the dimpled engraving of a vagina on its backside beneath its huge asscheeks. She sneered at it, how could she ever have believed that such a thing was a gift from a goddess once?

“You came, my child!” She turned at the voice behind her, and bumped her face into her mother’s tits. Michelle’s mum took a few steps back and gazed down at her daughter with undisguised love. A pure strain dragon, Annett stood nine feet tall, a beautiful, voluptuous BBW with in a white mother superior like habit that denoted her status as the head priestess of the cult. The habit would have been chaste on most people, but her large tits, huge ass and thighs exaggerated her sexuality rather than suppressing it. In fact, Michelle doubted that even a full body burkha would have looked chaste on her mother. There was just something about her that screamed sex, an overwhelming aura of motherhood, both in terms of nurturing and fertility, a sense of femalehood you could almost sink into when she hugged you. Michelle felt a flush of joy at seeing her though. She never stopped loving her, despite her disgust with the cult’s practices.

“Oh is that young Micky?” A voice came from behind her mother and another figure stepped forth.

Michelle suppressed a frown of annoyance as she remembered another reason she hated the cult. The middle aged male rabbit beamed up at her. His clothes were dishevelled and his eyes too bright. She saw they had both come from the basement. As head priestess

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