Finding Goddess Ch. 23

"Hey Henri," she chirped as she rounded the vehicle. "I got your keys right here, just as I promised."

"Oh thank you!" the redhead smiled as she clambered out of the van to claim her possession, acting as if being naked was the most normal thing in the world. "I admit, I was a little nervous when I..." She stopped when she realized she was nude in public, then let out a startled squeak and leaped back into the van.

"Will you relax, already?" said the blonde. "No one's going to care if they see a naked looker like you strolling around."

"I'll care!" cried Henrietta. "And besides, I'm...not supposed to be naked in public. I'm not a Zenrist. I'll get arrested!"

Maisie only rolled her eyes. "Details, details. Take a look all around you; there's naked women everywhere right now, and there's going to be a whole lot more where we're going. No one's going to single you out just because you don't have this baby on you." She gave her Sigil tattoo an affectionate caress, then tweaked her nipple for good measure. "And if they do, well, that's nothing that my little finger up your cooch won't solve." At this she gave Carol a playful wink.

"I...don't know if I can do this," said Henri.

"Me'n either," whimpered Katherine.

Maisie rolled her eyes again. "Oh, you big babies. That's it, get out NOW!" And she reached into the van and pulled an absolutely befuddled and still very naked Henrietta out. "And you too. You don't want to miss your mommy's big moment."

"We're going, we're going," mumbled Mindy as she and Erin shuffled out of the van from the other side.

"I was talking to her," said the blonde, bobbing her head in the direction of the also very naked Katherine.

The black girl stiffened. "How did you know...uh, I mean..." She didn't seem all that intent on getting out of the vehicle in her current state either.

"Guess I'll do the honors then," said Carol as she stepped back into the van to grab the younger woman. She grunted and winced as she stumbled out of the vehicle, Katherine bobbing up and down in her arms bridal style. She might have had a good muscle tone that could be described as almost Amazonian, and Katherine might have been on the small side, but there was still a lot of weight packed into that little frame of hers! "Oooh. Goddess, you Zenrists...make this look easy."

"It will come naturally to you. Once you complete your conversion," said Maisie.

Katherine looked to be of mixed feelings about her current position. On one hand, she seemed to be excited about being carried in Carol's arms if her giddy little grin was anything to go by. Knowing her, she was feeling like a child held in the arms of her strong, loving, and very naked mother. But on the other hand, her smile couldn't help but falter as she felt the older woman's arm's wobble under her weight, and the ground was looking mighty foreboding as it shook beneath her. "Um, you can put my down, Mom—Carol. I can walk from here."

"Hoooh! Alright then," breathed Carol, and she set Katy down. However, the second the black girl's bare feet touched the ground, she immediately threw her arms around the mother and embraced her back. Her little breasts squashed into Carol's form, her nipples poked sharply into her flesh, and the slit in her smooth, hairless groin slid tantalizingly against the slopes of the older woman's firm butt cheeks. The feeling of skin on skin was enough to elicit a small, aroused shudder in the nudist.

"Okay, I'm ready," said Katy. "Just...don't stray too far from me like this, Mommy—I mean, Carol!"

"You know I would never leave you," Carol responded, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "What kind of mother would I be then?"

Katy's nipples seemed to poke even harder into Carol's back. The nudist smiled. She already got her young lover excited just by uttering a few words. Her smile dropped as her gaze met those of her two real daughters, who were looking at her with raised eyebrows. Damn. Shouldn't have said that out loud.

"We should get going," said Celeste. "We are already starting to draw a crowd and I wouldn't want to delay the ceremony they have all come for."

Carol looked up. Indeed, they were drawing a crowd. People, clothed people, were getting out of their cars, looking at her and all the other naked women that were milling about in the parking lot. Phones were coming out, cameras were starting to flash, and she even caught a few people fiddling with video cameras.

"EEEE!" Katy yelped and hugged Carol more tightly, squeezing all the air from out of the older woman's lungs, doing everything she could to hide her nakedness from everyone's prying eyes.

"AAHHH!" Henrietta screamed, crossing her arms over her breasts from her position in Maisie's arms.

"Uh, yes, okay, let's...get going," said Carol, struggling to get the words out of her lips, or rather her lungs due to the vice clamping down on them. "Katy, honey, can you let go just a little? Mommy can't...Mommy can't breathe."

***

They didn't have long to walk through the paths, hills, and knolls of the park, but they did find a crowd they would have to push their way through. An assortment of people were gathering together, most of them clothed, and among them were a few police officers. Carol couldn't help but feel twitchy looking at them, but then she saw a few women approach wearing absolutely nothing at all. The cops looked at them, everyone did in fact, but otherwise made no moves to accost them. The nude women just simply stepped forward and melted into the crowd as people moved out of their way to make room for them. For a moment, Carol wondered what the whole gathering was for, and then she looked up and noticed the banner hovering above saying "Welcome All to the Very First Beringall Zenrist Gathering!"

"What's going on?" said Erin, beating her mother to the punch over who got to ask the question.

"Quite simply, this is to be our grand debut," said Celeste. "More accurately, it is to be your mother's grand debut."

"Say what?" said Carol.

"I feel that, as Beringall's first Lover of Zenriah, that we should make your full conversion to our religion a grand spectacle that the people will talk about for years to come."

"But...why?" Carol didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to be made into a spectacle. She just wanted to convert to Zenrism and get on with her life as a permanently naked lesbian nympho of the Goddess. And what's more, she didn't think she was anything special to deserve this kind of treatment. Unless this was normal for everyone who converted to Zenrism.

"To demonstrate Zenrism to the people of Beringall," said Celeste. "To show them who we are, what we stand for, what we believe in...and to appreciate us despite our strange, but necessary and very erotic, customs." As if to demonstrate it, she gave her breast a tender squeeze, pushed it as far up her chest as she possibly could, and gave it a sensual lick with her tongue.

"You...didn't need to do this," stammered Carol.

"Oh, but I did," said Celeste. "My wives and I had to call a great many people—the mayor, the DA, the chief of police, even Trilo Publishing—to arrange for this as well as to explain the tenets of our faith and why you will be following them from now on."

"Wait, you called the people at my workplace?"

"Of course I did. I wouldn't want them to fire a wonderful woman like you just for following her faith. And don't think your bosses didn't find out about your stunt yesterday."

To her side, Carol felt a body stiffen. Katy was still clinging to her for dear life, hoping to use the nudist's body to shield her own, but it seemed something in the conversation had caught her attention. "Wait, did something happen to you at the office?" she asked.

"Uh, long story," said Carol. "But let's just say I...kinda ended up losing my clothes at work and walked around completely naked in front of all my co-workers there."

"Whoa, really?" said Mindy.

"Are you sure you're...not gonna get fired?" said Erin.

"There's no need to worry," said Celeste. "I told them everything and we all came to an understanding. Suffice to say, your job is safe now."

"Oh, well then..." mumbled Carol. She knew she should thank the priestess for saving her butt like that. But...a simple 'thank you' didn't seem like it would suffice. More than that, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. In just one day, she put so much weight on the holy woman's shoulders. All because she staunchly refused to do what her body and soul demanded of her. "I'm...really sorry about all this."

"You don't need to apologize," said Celeste, turning around to gently embrace the mother, crushing their boobs closely together. Carol's breath hitched up as she felt the priestess' nipple poke directly into her own, and her heart stopped when her dark eyes nearly did the same to the mother's. "I know what happened and what you went through, and I am happy to see you recover from it so well. And you don't need to thank me either. I am merely doing the Goddess' work." She hugged Carol tighter, pulling her stomach into hers, pressing her slit against the raven's, prodding her nubs even harder into the mother's. Electricity sparked everywhere within Carol's body. "And I suspect She might very well have been looking out for you."

She leaned forward, pursing her lips up for a kiss. Carol obliged her, closing her eyes and extending her lips out to meet Celeste's...only to be abruptly let go as the priestess pulled back, a mischievous smile on her face. "Not now," she quipped. "We still have a ceremony to complete."

"Uh, right," mumbled Carol, feeling awkward once again. "That." Damnation, this woman would be the end of her! Still she couldn't help but think about what she just said. Zenriah is looking out for me, huh? Maybe she wasn't as far away from the Goddess as she thought...

They finally closed the distance with the crowd. People gaped and stared awestruck as the latest batch of naked women approached, but they did not obstruct the way. They all moved aside, opening up a path for which the nudists could pass on through to reach the inner circle of the gathering, where many more naked women awaited, sitting on the grass in anticipation of...something.

"From this point on," said Celeste as she turned to address the group, "only Zenrists or women who have agreed to free themselves of their vestments may continue. Erin, Mindy, do you wish to proceed?"

"You mean...we have to get naked too?" said the latter twin. Celeste nodded. "Ah, no, I'm good, I'll just...watch from here."

"Y-yeah," stuttered Erin. "I'll just...watch as well."

"As you wish," said the priestess. "Though if you change your mind at any point in the ceremony, feel free to strip down and join us." She then shifted her focus to Henrietta and Katherine, who were still being held in Maisie's arms and clutching Carol's side respectively. "You both will have to meld with the congregation. Carol must come with me to the center."

"Is there anything in particular we'll have to do?" said Henrietta.

Celeste only smiled at her. "You will know what to do when the time comes."

"O...kay then," mumbled Katy as she reluctantly pulled herself away from Carol. "Good luck then...Mommy."

"Yeah, break a leg, Carol," said Henri as she allowed herself to be put down on the ground by the blonde.

"Thanks you two. For...everything," said Carol. "If not for you, I wouldn't have ever joined this religion...probably."

"Just get in there and enjoy your always naked life already," said Henri, who was grinning despite her embarrassment. She was as red in the face as she was in the hair, but she was about to watch her best friend and her lover experience something tremendous and likely very sexy. It was only natural that she would be happy. And being among a ton of other naked women likely did much to take the edge off.

"I will. Thanks," said Carol. And without another word, she allowed Celeste to take her hand and guide her to the center of the circle. As she walked, the mother couldn't help but glance at all the various women she passed by, sitting and lying on the ground. There were curvy girls and there were slender girls and there were petite girls. There were blond girls and brunette girls and ginger girls and redheaded girls. There where white girls and there were black girls and there were brown girls and there were Asian girls. Girls of all shapes and sizes and colors were gathered all around her. But they were all united in two ways: their utter, complete, and unabashed nakedness and the tattoo of the Goddess' Sigil inked into their bodies. These were not just women; these were lovers. Lovers of a greater being who came from beyond the stars, the embodiment of a primal force that was greater than all of them combined. These were the Goddess' wives, the willing members of Her harem, pledged to devote their hearts, their lives, their souls, their very existences, to Her and Her eternal glory. And Carol, she...she was about to become one of them.

It was enough to make her legs shake.

Fortunately, she and Celeste came to the center in no time at all and the priestess was able to gently coax the mother to sit comfortably down on the grass, which she was more than happy to do so. She sat down sideways, putting most of her weight down upon her right thigh and buttock while she folded her legs perpendicularly on the ground. Grass poked and prodded into her and lightly tickled her skin, and the mother couldn't help but let out a slight shudder as she felt a few daring blades slither their ways between her butt cheeks and very close to the groove of her sex.

"So...what now?" she asked the priestess, who was still standing tall above her.

"Now...we wait," said Celeste. "For our audience to gather." More people showed up. Clothed people armed with cameras and phones. "For our messengers to arrive." A couple film crews marched forward, each led by some trimly cut and sharply dressed reporter holding a microphone. "And for them to gaze our way."

The anchors turned to address their camera crews, obviously to describe the event to the viewers at home. They were obviously going to be at it for a while, or at least a few minutes (which might as well have been a while), so Carol turned away from them to look at more interesting things. Like the myriad of naked women lying all around her. There were a lot of them, two, three dozen by her reckoning, maybe more. More naked women concentrated in one area than Carol had ever seen in her life. Each one hot and each one sexy in her own way; there were no overtly flabby or boney girls that the nudist could see; all of them could have easily qualified as a model. And...they were all looking at her.

Dozens of eyes gazed directly into Carol's. Hooded eyes, hungry eyes that took in every nook and every curve of her naked, rippling, Amazonian figure. They were all breathing heavily, so much, the mother could feel the air grow warmer and wetter all around her. But they weren't just breathing; they were also touching themselves in very intimate places. A busty blonde who looked like she jumped straight out of a centerfold was sitting on her haunches and giving her DD-sized breasts a very firm massage, kneading the fatty flesh like clay as she flicked her very erect cherry-red nipples in Carol's direction. An Asian girl with hair that extended past her knees was sitting spread-eagled on the grass with her hand gently stroking her shaved pussy, going so far as to even shove the tips of her hairs inside of herself. The way her groin spasmed and jumped at her touch proved that whatever she was feeling was very good. A petite ginger let her tongue flick out of her mouth as if she was trying to taste Carol's succulent skin from a distance, and a ghostly-skinned brunette on all fours looked ready to pounce on the nudist mother.

They wanted her. Hungered for her. Thirsted for her. All 30 to 40 something of them. And Carol couldn't help but feel intimidated by that. They're not...actually all going to fuck me...are they? No, that isn't possible...

At last, the news crews finished their introductions and started directing their mics and cameras to the Zenrists, all sitting, kneeling, and laying nakedly in the grass, growing more heated by the moment. And standing tall before them was Celeste in all her nude glory. Hands on her bare hips, fiery hair fluttering in the wind, her every inch of naked skin exposed for all to gaze upon and touch, she looked less like a woman and more like an angelic emissary come to speak the word of her goddess. Which she very much was.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, spreading her arms wide and jutting her chest out, inviting everyone to look upon her breasts. "We, the Lovers of Zenriah, come humbly before you, in the great city of Beringall, to bring you a gift. As you gaze upon me and my wives, I know you have a great number of questions, such as 'Who are these women?' 'Why are they here?' and most prominently, 'Why are they naked?' I will tell you.

"For thousands of years, we women have been forced to wear clothing. By law, by culture, and even by nature. Our breasts, our buttocks, our thighs, and our yoni have all been deemed unfit for civilization, and even the Earth has declared we cover our forms lest it pulverize them through fire, through ice, through tooth, and through claw. But it was not always this way. Before the Romans, before the Egyptians, before the Sumerians, before any civilization in recorded history, we were the Goddess Zenriah's brides. We served Her. We venerated Her. And we loved Her. Every aspect of our lives, our souls, and our beings were devoted to Her rule. And we existed in Her world in the state She made us in. For Zenriah was the most beautiful being in all the Universe and we were in turn made in Her perfect image. And so, we honor our Goddess, Her beauty, and Her craft by living the way we did back then and how we were meant to be: with our bodies bare and exposed for all to take delight in. We Zenrists have given up the adorning of vestments, of wool and linen and cloth and leather and metal, and live in a state of total nudity...forever. And thanks to gaining a keen understanding of our spiritual needs, the highest courts of this nation have granted us the right to be as nude as we like in all times and all places. It is a right that we Zenrists and only we Zenrists have, among a few...others. Which we will be showing you very soon.

"There is more to our faith, but I will not bore you with the details through a lecture or a sermon. Nor will I attempt to justify our beliefs if you find them difficult to digest, which I do not doubt you all do. Instead, I invite all of you present and all of you watching at home to come and witness a most sacred ritual as my congregation comes together to fully initiate a new adherent into our ranks."

Carol stiffened as she realized the priestess was talking about her. She stiffened even more when said priestess reached down to cup her head in her hands from behind, raising the nudist mother's face so that she had no choice but to look into the gathering of naked women, the gathering of clothed people, and the cameras that were undoubtedly all now focused on her. Her face was now plastered on every television in Beringall, as were her shoulders, her navel, her muscles, her boobs, and her pubic hair. Everyone in town was going to know about her permanent nakedness now, and she honestly couldn't help but feel more than a little dizzy at the realization that she was, at least for the moment, a local celebrity.

"This is Caroline Connors," said Celeste, "a simple copy editor at Trilo Publishing, a passionate friend and lover to all who have come to know her personally, and a loving mother of two beautiful girls who are standing among you even now." At the mention of her daughters, Carol instinctively searched for them in the audience. No doubt they would probably have mixed feelings about being talked about by the naked priestess. And by the looks of things they did; Erin and Mindy stood out in how red they had both turned and were shuffling around nervously, probably in the hope that the cameras wouldn't start zooming in on them.